Women maintain they are equal in every way to a man, and in certain respects they're correct. But the fact remains that a man is a man and a woman is a woman. For the most part, men are physically stronger than women, while women are considerably wilier than men.
Suppose though, an innocent, unknowing woman, guileless, at least at the beginning, runs up against a man who is not only stronger than she, but shrewder-for a little while, anyway. What then?
Our story deals with such a happening.
The heroine is one of those pure innocents, fresh out of college, still a virgin, thinking the world is something to look at through rose-colored glasses. She encounters a man in her place of employment who is not her superior, but her equal, doing the same job, for the same pay, though having done the job for so much longer, he is more knowledgeable. He knows how to catch mistakes faster, and our heroine has a need to know these things if she is to succeed in the business world.
Thus the man has the woman at his mercy, and he proceeds to exploit this fact. He knows she will one day be as knowing as he about the work they do, and so takes full advantage of the situation they are in, and only because of his constant lascivity does our heroine finally wake up to things the way they really are.
CHAPTER ONE
College degrees definitely meant something in this day and age. Karen Wells found that out the easy way.
She was sitting in the personnel office of The Parasol Insurance Company, one of three females left of the hundreds who had applied for a job as supervisor. She and the other two females in the room, sitting in stiff-backed wooden chairs, were the only three with college degrees. There might have been others better qualified for the job, having worked in the claims departments of other insurance companies, but the person who did the hiring at Parasol had been instructed to find people with college degrees. Now there was one supervisory position left, and Karen desperately needed it. The job paid better than two-hundred-and-seventy a week to begin with, and there would be annual raises. Yes, Karen needed this job if she was to get ahead in the world.
Karen was not a tall girl, about five-feet-four inches in height, though her curly almost chocolate-brown hair seemed to stand higher, making her look at least two inches taller. Her skin was milk-white, and she had sparkling brown eyes, a short, straight nose, and a glamorous close-mouthed smile. She tried to avoid opening her mouth whenever possible. Most people who spoke to her took it as a sign of intelligence, but the truth was, there was a wide space between Karen's two front teeth, and she felt a little embarrassed. One day she would get her front teeth capped.
Her body was solid, compact, with full breasts, very full breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips she would have to be careful of later in life, and full thighs that led to slender knees and ankles with nicely swollen calves between them.
The person in charge of hiring at Parasol Insurance was a woman, and as a result, wanting to emphasize that she believed in Womens' Lib, whenever a male and female of equal worth applied for the same job, the female was hired. Unfortunately, the other two people competing for the job with Karen were also female, and they were also college graduates with degrees in business like herself.
She was therefore pleasantly surprised when the other two females were told to please apply again at a future date and she was accepted. She was glad because Forest City, where the insurance company was located, was only twenty minutes away from the new apartment she had taken in Randalltown.
Karen was led to the third floor of the three-story building, and there she was taken to the pediatrics claims department. This was going to be the department of which she would be in charge. She was introduced to Mr. O'Dwyer, who was head of all the various claim units, and he, in turn, called over a man known as Frank. He told Frank to show Karen all there was to know about the claims department, including the processing of claims.
Frank, not wanting to be bothered with training someone new, especially since he had a six-day backlog of work, called over a long, skinny man known as Ed Lancer. So Ed set about teaching her how to hand out the work to the four processors working under her. There were also assistant processors, each of whom worked with a particular processor. All of them were female.
Right from the start Karen realized the work was going to be difficult. She had to not only oversee the four processors and assistant processors, but she had to know their work, as well. She was expected to double-check everything and make certain the girls didn't give out too much or too little money when the claims came through.
Each girl handled an average of sixty claims a day, which meant she had to make certain two-hundred and forty claims went out correctly. Mr. O'Dwyer had explained to her that he wasn't interested in excuses. Mistakes made by the girls had to be caught by her. She was the one responsible.
It didn't take long for Karen to be confused, and she knew she didn't dare keep asking Ed questions. After awhile he might get the idea she was incompetent, and as a result she might be fired.
The head of the dental processing unit was a man by the name of Harry Greco. His real last name was something like Grecopoulous, but everyone called him Harry Greco. Harry was not young by any stretch of the imagination, and if he wasn't bad-looking, neither was he good-looking.
Harry had the habit of relating everything to sex, but his superiors never complained because his work was good and his was the best unit at The Parasol Insurance Company. He had dark, almost piercing eyes, and when he looked at a woman, any woman with them, he was mentally undressing her. The girls who worked under Harry did their best to avoid talking to him, since he was always making some snide remark about a portion of their anatomy.
However the day came when Karen was unable to handle a whole set of particularly difficult problems, and Harry was the only one in the room who would be able to help her without word getting back to her superiors. Karen needed the help badly, very badly.
"Harry," she said, walking over to him. "I have some problems, and they need straightening out."
Harry smiled, a bright glimmer in his eye as he said, "Well it took you long enough to speak to me, Karen. Let's see these problems."
Karen handed him a sheaf of papers, and Harry began looking through them. After about five minutes, he said, "You know, if this had happened in my own department it would take me a good three days to straighten all this out. A novice like you might be lucky to straighten it out in two weeks, assuming you don't get additional problems."
"Oh God! Harry, I need help. Can I have the loan of one of your girls to assist my girls?"
"Come with me," Harry said to her.
He led her into the little room where the girls went on their two coffee breaks. There was no one in there at the moment, and Harry smiled at her and said, "Look at it this way, Karen, if I lend you one of my girls, then my own department is going to slow up and fall behind."
"But your girls can catch up. You're so good at catching things they almost never really fall behind."
"True," Harry nodded. "Very true. But before I agree to let you have any of my girls, I think you and I ought to come to some kind of understanding."
"What kind of an understanding?" she asked.
"Don't pretend to be naive, Karen. You're in a deep hole right now, and I'm the only one who can quietly extract you. If you want my help, you're going to have to come to some kind of an agreement with me."
"Wh-what kind of an agreement?" Karen asked.
"Here we go with 'What kind' again. Do I really have to spell it out for you, Karen?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"All right. S,E,X, sex."
"But Harry, you're married."
"No honey, my wife is married. I'm still free as a bird."
"I don't want anything to do with married men," Karen insisted. "There's no future in it."
"There'll be no future for you, here at Parasol, unless you fool around with this particular man," Harry mocked, running fingers through some of the iron-grey strands of hair on his head.
"How old are you, Harry?" Karen asked.
"I'm thirty-eight, why?"
"Well, you look more like fifty-eight. Maybe it's all the fooling around on the side that's aged you. Sorry, Harry, I'll muddle through without you."
"Fine with me," Harry shrugged. "Just remember one thing. If you want my help from this point on, I'm not going to be as generous as I was willing to be now."
"Generous?"
"I was willing to settle for a roll in the hay. Not anymore, honey. You'll see what I mean when you come to me again."
"Don't bank on it, Harry."
"You will, Karen, you will."
Karen walked away from him and returned to her unit. She spoke to two of the other supervisors, but they were so overloaded with work, none of them had any real time for her, and as the day wore on, her unit became mired in more and more work.
By the time Friday rolled around, Karen realized she was going to be in big trouble. Word had filtered down that a week from Monday there would be a quarterly audit of all departments. Once they saw the mess her department was in, she would be fired immediately, and she needed the job more than ever, now. Little by little she was furnishing her apartment and she had bought things she had not fully paid for, yet. If she lost this job, she would not only lose everything else, but would probably lose her apartment. She would be out in the cold with no one to turn to now that her parents had moved to Florida. Karen was alone, completely alone, and she knew it.
Harry didn't approach her. He didn't even look at her, but she realized with more and more certainty that Harry was her only hope. His department was the only one current up-to-date. He was the one supervisor in the entire building who really knew his business. She had no choice. Besides, she would be surrendering her virginity in a good cause. It wasn't as if a twenty-two-year-old was expected to be a virgin, anyway.
On Friday, when all the girls went on their three-o'clock break, Karen walked over to Harry. Hanging her head, she mumbled, "All right, Harry, you win. When do you want your roll in the hay. Just as long as you help bring my department up-to-date by the end of next week."
'That's a tall order," Harry laughed. "Your department is so mired down, it would normally take a month to make it current."
"You can do it in a week," Karen insisted, "and it won't take away from your own department."
"You're right," Harry nodded. "I can do it, but not for a roll in the hay."
"But you said ..."
"I said I would have settled for a roll in the hay the last time. This time I want more, a whole lot more."
"What do you want?" she asked.
"A whole weekend alone with you, to do with as I please."
"But what about your wife ..."
"My wife has gone to Arizona for the next two months. My house is empty. Suppose you come over for the weekend."
"After that, what is there to guarantee that you'll keep your word, Harry? You might use me, and then tell me to go to hell."
"Do you want references?" Harry asked. "Talk to Sue in the next department, or to Terry, or Carol. Harry Grecopoulous never goes back on his word. I'll have your entire department current by next Friday, if ..."
"Why this, Harry?"
"Hell! My wife is away. I have to get my pussy from somewhere. You happen to be especially delicious-looking. Why not you."
"I don't seem to have much choice. All right, I'll meet you in the parking lot after the day is over, and I'll follow you to your house in my car."
"Excellent, and to show my good faith, I'll lend you Kathy, my best assistant processor. She'll start to work on some of the things that have been lousing up your own APs. Just don't think of backing out, Karen."
"I keep my word, too, Harry," she murmured. "Just kind of take it easy on me, huh. I've never done anything like this with a man, before."
Harry Grecopoulous smiled. Except for his wife he'd never had a virgin, before. This one was going to be a treat.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry's house was a pleasant little ranch-style place in Forest City Park, right next to Forest City. Harry had a ten minute drive to work every day, and on good days, taking short cuts across back lawns, he would be able to walk it in almost the same span of time.
It was obvious his wife wasn't home the moment Karen walked inside. The rooms were somewhat dusty, and the bedroom, what Harry laughingly referred to as the playroom, had an unmade bed.
"Well," Karen said, "now that we're here, when does it begin?"
"All in due time, Karen," Harry laughed. "Since we have a lot of time, let's start by having a nice dinner. I see no reason to rush things. You'll find all the groceries in the kitchen. Cook us something nice."
Karen wanted to tell him to drop dead, that she was no one's servant, but at the moment she didn't have much choice. Going into the kitchen, she saw it was small, but still big enough for a kitchen table and four chairs. There were cabinets along the far wall, and opening them, she found all the pots and pans, and even found a small pantry.
It took nearly an hour, but at the end of that time Karen had whipped up two steaks, a can of peas, some French's Instant mashed potatoes, two cups of coffee, and some gelatin dessert she found in the refrigerator.
After dinner, Harry went into his living room and relaxed for awhile, smoking a cigar, watching the evening news on TV. Karen was on pins and needles, knowing he would be using her at any moment, but simply prolonging the agony.
It was eight o'clock when Harry said to her, "Go take a long, hot shower, Karen. I like my pussy really clean."
She felt like spitting in the man's face, but once again she realized she was at his mercy. She had spoken to all the females Harry had mentioned, and though they colored a little that he'd been stupid enough to mention his affairs with them, they admitted readily enough that Harry always kept his word. The truth was, The Parasol Insurance Claims Department was really under Harry Greco's control. If they ever dumped him without a suitable replacement, the entire company would be in hot water.
Rummaging through Harry's closet in the bedroom, she found one of his bathrobes. Putting it on after removing her own clothing, she washed her undies in the bathroom sink and hung them up on the shower rod to dry. Then she took a long, hot shower.
Afterward, with Harry's robe wrapped around her naked body, she returned to the living room. Harry smiled, put out his cigar in an ashtray nearby, then hoisted himself to his feet.
"I don't usually take a shower for a broad," he told her, "but since you and I are gonna be rolling all weekend, I figure I'll do you a favor."
He took fifteen minutes in the bathroom, and when he emerged he smelled reasonably clean. He had even washed the taste of the cigar out of his mouth with mouthwash.
Grabbing a bottle and two drinking glasses, Harry brought them into the bedroom. He poured a shot of scotch for the both of them, and tossed his off.
Karen sipped hers, knowing her entire future rested on this one horrible man. She drained her glass, feeling the hot liquid sear its way down her throat. She knew Harry was softening her up. It was just as well. A clear head at this point would have been disastrous. Had she stopped to think about what she was doing, she might have run screaming from the house, even though she was only wrapped in a bathrobe.
Harry reached for the bottle as she sat on the bed, the glass still in her hand. He poured her a double, this time.
"You'll need this, kid," he told her, sneering. "You and I are gonna have us one helluva ball this weekend, and believe me, anytime you want old Harry to straighten you out in the future, you'll get it gratis, provided I get all the cooperation I want this weekend. Right?" he asked, smiling triumphantly.
Karen nodded numbly, her head moving up and down in assent, gripping the glass so tightly with her fingers her knuckles turned white. She tipped the glass to her lips and sent another large swallow down her throat. Inwardly she was already having misgivings, thinking how she would scream in revulsion if this man touched her. Still, she knew she had no choice. It was coming, and she might as well face it. Things had gone too far now to turn back, and she simply was not able to back out of this, now, not with her entire future at stake. She had to submit to whatever degradation he demanded if she was going to keep her job. The people they worked for weren't interested in someone's morals. All they cared about was efficiency. It was that simple, and she began to understand it only too well.
Harry knew the moment the brown-haired girl nodded her head that there would be no battle between them. He had won. He was going to fuck the cunt off this sweet little bitch, and there was nothing she would do to stop him. He had plied her with enough liquor to help lower her resistance even more, though it really hadn't been necessary because she needed him and would do anything, anything at all he demanded in order to insure his assistance.
He smiled licentiously as he stood in front of her now, removing his other bathrobe, the one he was wearing. He let it fall to the floor, letting her see him naked. Though he had a slight paunch he wasn't really fat.
His solidly hard phallus stood straight out from his body and seemed to be pointing accusingly at her. To Karen, it looked like a giant horizontal Oak. It was growing from the salt-and-pepper underbrush of hair on his pelvis. With his right hand he gripped the organ, stroking it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over what seemed to be an ever-expanding head. The penis seemingly continued to grow jerkily in size each time the head disappeared into the thick cowl of flesh covering it.
Inwardly, Harry smiled. He saw the loathing written all over Karen's face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his thick, tan member. His own excitement inwardly flared as he enjoyed seeing the helpless fear rising in her eyes. He had a feeling she was going to be more fun than any of the other Parasol women.
In spite of all the liquor with which he had plied her, he knew she was going to be totally conscious of everything happening to her. It was going to be a distinct pleasure to dehumanize this one. As far as he was concerned, she had no idea how lucky she was, getting his cock, first.
Soon he would be bringing forth screams of pain and moans of pleasure from the beautiful woman before him. When she opened her mouth to speak and he saw the division between her front teeth he felt all the more aroused. It was as if the space between her teeth made her even more sexy. He was barely able to restrain himself, now, thinking how much he was going to enjoy driving his cock into the unprotected belly of this desperate female.
"I had a vasectomy about two years ago," he told her. "So you don't have to worry about becoming pregnant. Now suppose you get that robe off, or do you want me to do it for you."
Karen began moving. The mere thought of this man putting hands on her terrified her. Even knowing it was inevitable, she wanted to prolong the moment as much as possible. She pulled on the sash of the robe, then got to her feet and turned her back to Harry. Slowly she slipped the robe off her shoulders, and finally she let it fall to the floor, letting him look at the smoothness of her white flesh.
She shivered, feeling Harry's eyes burning into the curves of her buttocks. She had never believed it possible when a girl friend told her of feeling a man's eyes on her body, but now she knew it was true. She felt Harry's hungering eyes, but she didn't have the courage to turn around and look at them.
Harry licked his lips, looking at the rondular contours of her asscheeks. Some women, young ones as well as old, had what looked like lumpy asses. Not this one. Her cheeks were perfect ovals, pressed tightly together. All her flesh was firm. He had to admit she was one well-built woman.
For the first time in her life, the trembling Karen felt defenseless, totally helpless. Thank goodness for the drinks he had given her to deaden her nerves.
Harry was totally naked in front of her, showing off his body as if he were some kind of weight lifter who was trying to display his perfect physical definition. The truth was, the only part of him that was really impressive was his penis.
Though she was a virgin, Karen was not totally the prude. She had dated many boys in high school and college, and even though she hadn't allowed them to deflorate her, she had manually satisfied them. Therefore she had seen a few other male penises, but she had to admit, Harry's was the longest, thickest penis she had ever seen.
Some of the other boys she had dated, all of whom were physically more attractive than Harry, had tried hard to convince her to give them her body. It wasn't that she was such a Goody-Two-Shoes. Her hymen wasn't really that important to her, but she felt she simply didn't want to have every and any penis burying itself in her body. She, herself, was a special person, especially in her own eyes. She understood the hunger in all these boys, and she was even willing to do something about it. But she was not simply going to let them plant themselves into her body because they chose to do so. Her body was hers, to do with as she pleased.
At least it had been hers to do with as she pleased until this particular day. She rationalized what she was doing now with the thought that this was for her entire future. Even if, and when, she eventually got married, she expected she would keep her job for at least three years before having any children of her own. The money she would be earning would be a needed buffer, since the man she expected to marry would probably not be much older than herself, first making this way in the world.
That was why she was allowing this caricature of a man to have his way with her. Had the company bothered to properly train her, she would not have had to undergo this kind of terrible treatment. But the company, it seemed, believed in "on-the-job training." They expected her to work and learn at the same time, and they expected her to learn everything to perfection almost immediately.
Often, in the first week she had been with Parasol, she had considered looking for some other work, but from friends she learned all companies were exactly the same, giving the least in the way of wages and training, and expecting the worker to put out the most. So she was now using her one asset, her body, to pry secrets out of Harry Greco, hoping he would not only straighten out her department, but would teach her in the process.
Still, the idea of this man standing before her, perpetrating all kinds of indecencies on her body, made her shudder. He was obviously intent on using her for his own pleasure, probably not even giving a damn about what she did or didn't feel. The thought that she was to be a vessel for his sterile semen made her shudder.
Harry stepped toward her, his mouth hanging open, his wide eyes drinking in the slender, angular shapes of her body and her legs. She turned, letting him see the round protuberances of her breasts for the first time, and a long line of drool fell from the corner of his mouth. His eyes flicked up and down, looking at her soft throat, wandering across her brown nipples and areola, then moving down to the flatness of her white belly with its dimpled navel. The way he continually stared at her almost made her sick, and as he moved closer, she said, "Please ... Harry ... no ... don't ... I'm afraid ... don't touch me ..."
"It's a little too late for that, Karen," Harry laughed, his voice sounding almost contemptuous of her. He grasped her smoothly rounded shoulders tightly in his hands, and she felt his strong, thick fingers digging harshly into her tender white flesh. "We have your whole future at Parasol to consider."
"No! No! I don't care! I'll work it out, somehow, I will!"
The man loomed above her, his eyes totally devoid of pity at this point. He stared into her own eyes coldly, seething lust, unyielding and cruel, boring into the very deepest part of her trembling soul. The pressure of his digging fingers held her close, not permitting her to turn away from his lustful gaze.
"Oh no, no, no!" she whimpered helplessly, writhing and wriggling. "I can't do it, I just can't."
Her gasping pleas fell on unhearing ears as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around her and his hungering mouth crushed itself firmly against her cupid's bow lips. His long, thick penis was pressing very solidly into the softness of her yielding white belly. All the while his tongue was snaking in and out of her mouth, working between her teeth.
Karen did her best to struggle, but fear and the scotch she had swallowed now drained her of her strength to fight. The thickly probing tongue washing through her mouth and the heavy smell of mouthwash and deodorant soap from his body filled her twitching nostrils, making her helplessly shudder as she realized she had come too far. No matter how she struggled, Harry was going to have his way with her. The strong, masculine body had mucilage itself to hers very tightly, his arms and legs flowing over her like a giant spider's web from which there was no escape.
"Mmmmmphhhh ... please ... mmmmmphhh ... don'tffff ..." she gasped, and her mind closed itself to what was happening to her now as she thought back to an earlier time, when she had almost permitted a boy to do this very same thing to her.
The room began spinning crazily around and around and she felt herself being pushed back, back, back, toward the bed. The edge of the mattress caught the backs of her knees, and the force of their momentum sent Karen sprawling flat on her back on the bed with Harry falling on top of her, pinning her solidly down.
Karen pressed her slenderly naked thighs tightly together, doing her best to keep the squirming body on top of her from trying to lodge himself between them. His heavily throbbing lance of cock had somehow managed to probe between her thighs and was tightly trapped by the pressure she was exerting. She shuddered, feeling him grunt as he moved up and down, rubbing the cock-head against her hair-lined pussy lips, massaging her crotch again and again.
The helpless woman was aware of the wetness of the hard, thick rod as it slid up and down in its own lubricating juices against the tenderly soft, inner hollows of her trembling thighs. His head pressed itself forcefully against hers, and then his face suddenly dropped. Karen gasped, feeling the sharp, excruciating pain of his teeth nibbling on the soft lobe of her right ear. She kicked out automatically with her slenderly smooth legs, wanting to somehow make him take his teeth away. Her kicking caused her thighs to open, and his body sank triumphantly between them as they splayed wide open. The flat underside of his throbbing cock was rubbing up and down in the seethingly wet slit of her pink vagina. When he suddenly pulled back too far and lunged forward again, the head of his pulsating penis slid through her feminine trough and then pushed itself between the rounded globes of her shuddering buttocks. All the while his bony knees held her thighs sadistically apart.
As far as Harry was concerned, the minor skirmish was over, and Karen realized she had been bested. It was going to happen to her no matter how hard she fought, and all that she had to look forward to now was the pain and the humiliation.
The ceiling began spinning overhead until it, too, was suddenly blotted out by the sight of Harry Greco's leering face moving over hers. His mocking eyes were already laughing at the glazed look of defeat and the hopeless acceptance of his victory. His hairy pelvis began a grinding motion very slowly against her upturned crotch. He felt the top of his cock rubbing itself into the pink slit of her seething cunt. The thickly swollen rubbery head of his penis continually traced a sticky wet path up and down the smooth white hollows of her thighs, pressing gently against them, feeling the delightfully puffy outlines of her seething labia being impressed clearly through his nerve-endings.
He continued grinding slowly, continually against her trembling vaginal lips, looking at her face, watching the expression in her eyes slowly beginning to change. He knew she would not be able to keep her mind closed to this kind of pressure for any length of time. He recognized the kind of woman Karen was. She wasn't the first one he had enjoyed this way. She was one of those who were so proud of .having restrained themselves. Even many of those who were no longer virgins had been restrained and almost passionless until he had gotten his hands on them. They didn't know how lucky they were to be fucked by Harry Greco. This was the kind of woman who held onto other meaningless realities, like her work. When those realities became threatened, she had to turn to a new reality, this kind of reality, and now there was nothing for her but Harry Greco, who intended fully enjoying her to his heart's content over the weekend.
Harry had spotted her as prime cunt the day she had first come to work for Parasol. Though he hadn't known for sure that he would have an opportunity to bed her, he had quietly waited, watching, knowing how inept his company was when it came to training new people. Had he been in charge of Parasol Insurance, he would have started her as an assistant processor, then moved her up to processor, then eventually he would have let her become a supervisor when she proved she was qualified and ready. But the company didn't do things like that. They were only interested in college degrees. Even if the college degree was in engineering or liberal arts they hired the individual over someone without a college degree, even though that someone might prove infinitely more valuable to the company.
From the moment he had seen Karen he had thought of her as a cold, reserved girl, hiding something deep inside her that would one day explode if the proper fuse was applied. There was as much hidden desire in her as there was in almost every woman Harry had ever known. True, there were one or two cold fishes, and nothing anyone would have done would have helped them, but not Karen. He knew the moment he saw her, beneath her cold exterior there was a lot of fire. It had to be brought to the fore. Some kind of spark was needed to ignite her, and he, Harry Greco, was certain he knew how to apply that spark. He was patient in his probings, knowing he would eventually find the right key, and she would respond to him and eventually accept the fact that he was a superior lover, even if she didn't fall madly in love with him. For some reason, none of the girls at Parasol fell madly in love with him, but all those who had slept with him had to acknowledge that when it came to using his cock, he was superior to most men.
Karen felt as if she were suffocating. Her long, lithe, smooth white form was being pressed solidly into the yielding mattress. She was well aware of the heatedly thick, rubbing rod of muscle and flesh forcing itself back and forth against her vaginal lips, sometimes probing between her asscheeks, other times rubbing up and down against her womanly cut. Silky, tingling hair from the man's heavy thighs played against the tender backs of the upraised columns of her thighs as he lifted her legs and pushed them out of the way.
She thought back to that night in college she had gone out on a double date, and her girl friend, in the back seat had thought nothing of lying down and letting her date pump into her with Karen and the other boy in the front seat. The boy with her had wanted to emulate the other couple, and Karen had remembered how aroused she had felt at the sight of it. He had tried forcing her down on the front seat, wanting to push his fingers under her dress, into her panties, and she had struggled, believing one didn't simply surrender one's virtue this easily because some boy was watching some other boy taking advantage of a girl.
Her mind was once again snapped back to reality as she was aware of the massive phallus rubbing against her vagina, probing, poking, seeking like some giant bird of prey playing with its helpless quarry. Her cunt was alive and tingling, and yet she thought of it as a tortured mouse that, unable to escape the cat toying with it, sought the only peace it knew, in surrender, allowing itself to be devoured.
Her unconscious mind fought the continuing torment of the heatedly teasing probe, fighting against surrender to it.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ..." Karen gasped, writhing, struggling, groaning beneath the wide, cigar-stained smile of Harry Greco. But her hips were already betraying her helplessly unconscious, mindless need. Her loins began rotating, moving in small circles, barely perceptible at first, but definitely moving, moving as they had moved when the boy in the car had fingered her, managing to insert his finger an inch into her cunt while kissing her, holding her down with his own body so she had been unable to resist. The only reality at the time had been his probing finger, and only because the boy had come in his pants had he refrained from trying anything more.
Right now the only reality was the head of the penis grinding against her shuddering vagina as searing flame continued to burn scorchingly in her stomach, the fires licking out between her thighs, crying to be drowned out by the tormenting monster that slithered lewdly between the wetness of her vaginal lips.
Harry was aware of the victory he was attaining.
The slender thighs she had pressed so tightly against his writhing hips in defense suddenly fell away very loosely. Her heels hooked behind his knees and with a low, animal-like groan her arms found themselves uncontrollably snaking around his neck, pulling his mouth down tightly to mash against hers. She began sucking on his probing tongue, pulling on it voraciously, slurping it solidly between her own lips as soft, mewling sounds escaped through the wet sucking noise. She began grinding her crotch solidly against the rock-hardness of his throbbing cock, attempting to pull its thickness between her sensuous labial curtains. But she was unable to do so, and Harry lay on top of her for a moment, savoring the frustration she felt until he, too, was beyond delaying any longer.
He reached between them and began rubbing his fingers against the soft, mucous-soaked lips of her cunt. Then he gripped his cock and guided the throbbing head between the smooth, hair-covered, unprotected folds of her sweet, fleshy cuntlips. He was aware of her soft, crisp pelvic hairs parting before the unimpeded onslaught of his driving cock. The blunted tip met some expected resistance for a moment at the entrance to her heatedly broiling tunnel, and then he pushed, feeling the elastic mouth slowly open.
She was tight, very tight, and he had to push hard to probe an inch, and then a second inch into her.
"Aaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!'"Karen gasped, feeling pain as her tunnel was forced to widen and stretch beyond belief. She had known it would hurt, but she hadn't expected quite this much pain.
Karen writhed and squirmed beneath him, hot tears pouring from her eyes. Her throat felt filled with cotton and she was unable to utter the plea that would make him stop driving into her. Not that Harry would have stopped, anyway. He was enjoying the sweet pressure of her cunt squeezing around his cock too much to think about stopping.
He pushed hard, squeezing his cock in another inch, and Karen's dry, hoarse throat emitted a grunt. She gagged, feeling the pressure of his cock pushing against the sign of her virginity. It pressed slowly against the elastic membrane, forcing it inward, deeper, deeper, deeper, and the agony became excruciating. Karen thought she would die. Then there came one final agonizing sting, and suddenly the worst of the pain was gone as her hymen suddenly snapped.
"Hhhhhuuuunnnhhhh ... G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-dddddd-uuuhhhhhhhhhh!" she gagged as the penis began sinking deep, deep, deep, and then deeper into her. He slammed in with a sudden fury that made her face contort into a million lines. His heavy balls slapped weightily against the rounded cheeks of her upturned buttocks. He had opened her up, all right, and she was wet and ready to take his cock no matter how tight she was inside. The powerful impact of his driving thrust caused her lovely slender thighs to open even wider.
Karen, not realizing most of the agony was over, was certain Harry intended tearing her right up the middle with the battering ram between his thighs. She felt it delve so deeply into her she was certain it was going to come out her mouth. The writhing female gurgled helplessly, and suddenly she felt she wanted it to hurt her. She needed the pain to compensate her for having allowed this travesty to be visited on her. But what was worst of all was the pain she felt turning into pleasure. From what other girls had told her, she wasn't supposed to feel pleasure until anywhere from the third to the three-hundredth time she was fucked. Yet she was starting to feel some of it, right now. She should have been punished more for actually enjoying what she was feeling.
She remembered that night in the car, how the boy's finger had also made her feel a certain amount of pleasure mingling with the slight discomfort of having her internal self stretched by his delving finger. She was thrilled by that initial touch, and she had almost been sorry when the boy had prematurely ejaculated in his pants. Such a happening had prevented him from carrying out his intended molestation of her body, and that was the only way she was going to permit anyone to take her virginity, at least at that time. Further, the sounds of rapture coming from the back seat told her how much her girl friend was enjoying what the other boy was doing to her.
The smell of sex was cloyingly in her nostrils as she lay there and felt Harry's long, thick rampaging cock now buried unmercifully her belly. It moved in and out with difficulty because she remained tight in spite of her trying to adjust to his thickness.
In her mind the cock was trying to destroy her, and Karen was determined to destroy it, first. She screwed her sucking pussy up and down on the throbbing pole, moving with wild, vengeful strokes, crushing her vaginal walls together, exercising muscles she had never brought into play before, intent on crushing the penis.
Harry pinned her legs back, her knees touching her shoulders as she ached to take the cock all the way to the hilt inside her. The maddening slap of his thrusting balls against her asshole drove the beautiful brown-haired young woman into an even wilder frenzy. She was uncontrollable.
Above her, Harry looked down with a gloating smile. He had ignited her just as he knew he would.
Though he had no idea exactly what it was that set her off, he knew he had found the key to her heat. He braced himself on his knees and elbows, holding his body above the wildly thrashing torso, letting the hungrily clasping pussy slither itself up and down the rigid length of his shuddering cock at will. He bucked forward and down on her upstroke a number of times, driving the swollen head of his cock deeper and deeper into the tightness of her womanly depths.
"Unnnhhhh ... aaaannn ... hhhh ... uuunnnhh-hhh!" she gasped out loud as the whole length of his throbbing cock fucked itself into her again and again, the momentum of his thrusts now driving her ass deep into the trembling mattress beneath her.
Not content with what he had accomplished, Harry reached under her rounded asscheeks with his finger, rubbing between her lush buttocks, seeking and finally finding her rear crack wide open because of her position. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her rectum, thrusting in to the second knuckle, burying it in her rectum, causing her toes to curl against her feet as they jerked erotically in the air above them. Through the thin wall of wetly viscous flesh separating her tight cunt from her even tighter asshole, he felt the sperm-bloated ridge of his urethra in the bottom of his cock as the organ continued sliding in and out of her sucking cunt like a well-oiled piston in a racing car, though there was always just enough resistance to make it all so much more pleasurable.
She began spewing words out at him now as saliva came back into her throat between the gasps she was panting out as his cock continued driving into her cunt, and his finger kept on nailing itself into her rectum.
"All right ... you ... uuunnnggghhh ... wanted this ... aaaminggghhh ... so do it!!! Fuck me!! Fuck me, hard!" she pleaded, and Harry smiled, knowing there was an awful lot he was going to do to her in the next two days. She was going to really earn his help.
Gloatingly now, the fucking man proceeded to push a second driving finger into her rectum, pushing both fingers in to the palm of his hand. He dug them almost cruelly into her narrowly tight anal passage, feeling the soft fleshiness inside.
Karen found herself jerking up, her buttocks lifting several inches off the mattress in an attempt to escape the sudden intrusion of his fingers into her backside. But Harry Greco, as always, had timed everything perfectly, and he rammed his pelvis straight down with a vengeance, driving his solid cock deep into her sucking cunt.
As she bucked up and down between the rock-hard instrument in her vagina and the two manual digits in her rear, she found the thrills continually mounting in her quivering, shuddering body. She was thrillingly, albeit hopelessly impaled between the man's fingers and cock, and she groaned with delighted helplessness as he continued grinding into her cunt and asshole. The juices of her suckingly dilated pussy were running out, coursing down her inner thighs, running over his hand, lubricating the fingers he was continually driving into her seething rectum.
Karen strained back under the moving man, arching her slender loins against the constantly grinding assault on her vagina and anus. She was continually moaning over and over, feeling the pain totally dissipate within her, making her bewail the fact that there was nothing left to punish her for allowing her body to be used so indiscriminately. Her head flailed from side to side on the pillow beneath, her body one solid mass of static tingles shooting through her in continually mounting delight.
Harry moved his fingers around and around inside her, and she jerked and screwed her rounded buttocks back against them, grunting incessantly as the pain within her slowly subsided. She gradually became accustomed to the dual ravishing of her tender genitals. A masochistic pleasure totally replaced the sorrow she had inside her as firebrands of lust now raced wildly up and back from her totally filled crotch to the top of her head.
"Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her in rhythm between his fingers and his constantly pounding thick cock.
Harry felt his penis expanding with each thrust into the sucking, wet passage, its lust fed by the very helplessness of the woman squirming incoherently, but in burning heat, beneath him.
Karen felt the monstrous organ swelling and enlarging inside her battered feminine chamber. The giant head felt like an unrelenting fist continually pummeling into her, pounding away mercilessly. The fingers seemed to be claws, inhumanly tearing through her rectum, at no time giving her any respite from the constantly mounting, building pleasure continually enlarging in the depths of her trembling belly.
"Harrrrderrrrr ... haaarrrrderrrrrr ... fuck harder, Harry, harder, harrrderrr, harrrrrrderrrrrr," she chanted in constant rhythm to his long, hard, driving penile strokes.
The beautiful brown-haired girl felt as if she wanted to be violently torn apart by the instruments continually rummaging through her shuddering body. She wanted to be sliced right up the middle with his cock. Cock! There! She had thought the word, and it had a nice sound to it.
Massive, overpowering waves of thrilling sensation poured through her quivering body, moving like an expanding balloon. She felt her body was enlarging and would shortly explode from the pressure. Yes, soon she would burst like an overfilled balloon and explode all over the bedroom. No matter what Harry did, he would never be able to pick up all the pieces, and her death would have some significance in that it would drag Harry down to hell with her. Oh God! It was such a wonderfully delicious hell.
She continued to suck wildly on the tongue probing into her mouth, and now she realized every deep orifice in her body was filled with something; a tongue in her mouth, a cock in her cunt, and fingers in her rectum. Ahhhhhh yessssss! This was a thrilling reality and she was enjoying it all the more as, with a grunt from somewhere deep in her gasping throat, great floods of heatedly burning juice began seeping from her vaginal walls and membranes, streaming out of her, washing his cock, running over his balls, and inundating the hand now trapped by the tight clutch of her asshole. It felt as if her very insides were coming out with the constantly flowing liquid.
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ... UUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAUUUUWWW ... AAARRRGGGGHHHHHHGGGGHH!" she bellowed around his thrusting tongue, feeling as though her very intestines were coming out of her with the flowing vaginal juices, stained pink with the remnant of her virginal blood. Her legs kicked high into the air, spreading as wide apart as they were able to go in order to give his continually pistoning cock even greater access to the depths of her shuddering body. She thrust her loins at him with overpowering force, brutally screwing herself solidly against the constantly impaling rod.
Juices continued heavily flowing from the depths of her seething vagina as her nostrils flared and one long, last gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her pressured lungs, as if she had been walloped in the solar plexus with a very powerful fist. Karen collapsed under Harry, her body quivering uncontrollably as the continuing after-sensations floated her down gently from the peak she had reached.
Harry knew she was climaxing. Almost all the women he fucked reached a satisfying orgasm, though he had to admit this one was unbelievable. She was coming like no two women he had ever known, before.
Now he began driving his cock harder and deeper into her cunt, pulling his fingers out of her asshole. He was concentrating solely on his own orgasm and wanted nothing else. Her legs, widely splayed on either side of his body, were waving as if urging him on to his satisfaction.
Harry was aware of the pulsations in the base of his cock, letting him know the hot streams in his balls were moving forward. Now the semen was racing headlong through his urethral tube in the underside of his cock, and unable to hold himself in check any longer, he bellowed, "EEEEEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAANNN ... GGGHHHUU ... RRRGGGGHHHHAAAAWWWWAAAAGGGGHHHH!"
Spermless semen began spewing wildly from the tip in his glans, pouring into her shuddering cunt, filling her to overflowing. The fluid began seeping out of her, running down her labia, washing his balls, then dripping onto the mattress beneath them.
Oh God! Harry had to admit this was the best goddamn lay he had ever had.
He lay on top of her until all his seedless liquid poured into her, and then he rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're gonna make this one helluva weekend," he gasped. "Already I've come more strongly with you than I have with any three other broads, combined. Honey, you are terrific."
"You won't go back on your word," she reminded him.
"If the rest of the weekend is like this, let's hope I'm alive on Monday morning," he said, only half jokingly.
CHAPTER THREE
An hour had passed, during which time Harry had fortified himself with two glasses of milk and a peanut butter sandwich. He had offered some to Karen, but she had refused. She was still in a semi-funk. The orgasm, something to which she was not yet accustomed, had drained so much out of her.
The doorbell suddenly rang.
Karen sat up, gasping.
"My God!" she said, "if anyone ever sees me here ..."
"So what?" Harry laughed. "No one here knows who you are. These are my neighbors, not yours. Don't worry that pretty little head of yours. Stay calm while I check out who it is."
Harry threw on a bathrobe, pushed his feet into some slippers, then went to the front door. Opening it, he found himself face to face with Kathy, the top assistant processor in his dental claims unit.
Kathy was a pretty little blonde girl, about nineteen, and though she had never gone to college, she was determined to make it to the top at The Parasol Insurance Company. At the moment she was angling for a processor's job. She knew there would be an opening in Harry's department shortly, when one of the other processors left because of pregnancy. Kathy wanted that job. She was carrying a box with her and she smiled at Harry, leaning against the door jamb. He let his eyes flick over her tight little figure with the breasts pushing out her blouse. Had he not been so sated by Karen, he would have grown an instant erection, which would have been embarrassing at the least, considering he was only wearing a bathrobe.
"Kathy, what are you doing here at this time of night?" Harry asked.
"Oh come on," she said to him. "You know damn well why I'm here. I want that processor's job, and I'm willing to do anything to get it. When I say anything, I mean anything."
"Yeah, well it'll have to be another time. Right now I'm sort of busy."
"Sure. I'll bet I know just who it is you're busy with. Hell! I watched her leave the place with you today and follow you in her car."
"So then get the hell out of here, huh."
"No dice," Kathy told him, shutting the door after stepping inside, shaking her blonde hair out. She wrinkled her short nose and pursed her smallish lips, saying, "So you think you have the largest pecker at Parasol, huh."
"For God's sake, will you cut it out," Harry snapped.
"Don't act like a bigger prick than the one you already claim to have," Kathy laughed. "The truth is, you don't have the biggest cock in the company, and I'm here to prove it."
Harry was annoyed at Kathy, and he let her know it by giving her the kind of looks that she might normally have been terrified of. "What the hell are you talking about?" he finally asked.
Kathy smiled and walked into the living room. She put the long box down, opened it, and pulled out an immense rubber dildo, saying, "I'm talking about this."
"That doesn't count," Harry snapped at her. "It isn't the real thing."
"Well it so happens I think it does count," Kathy insisted.
"Bullshit!" Harry insisted back.
"Well, let's get the opinion of a third party," she said, putting the dildo back in the box.
"What the hell are you up to?"
"You'll see," Kathy told him, a twinkle in her eye.
Before Harry was able to stop her, she walked directly into the master bedroom where Karen lay with only a blanket covering her. Karen was instantly startled to see the little blonde.
"My, my, aren't you the lovely one," Kathy breathed heavily, staring at Karen's form under the blanket.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Karen gasped.
"I came here to give Harry what he has apparently already gotten from you," Kathy told her. "You should have told me in advance that you were coming here."
Walking over to the bed, Kathy pulled back the covers and saw the bloodstain on the sheet, beneath.
"My, my, you really did give our friend Harry a treasure," Kathy laughed.
The brown-haired woman leaped out of bed on the other side and stood there, nakedly facing the pert, saucy blonde who had barged into the bedroom. The stinging words prompted her to want to gasp out something nasty, but she knew no matter what she said Kathy had the ability to say something nastier. Before she was able to actually say anything, her knees, weak from the climax she had enjoyed, betrayed her, and she struggled awkwardly to prevent herself from falling. She was unable to control herself and toppled forward onto the bed.
"Hey," Kathy said to her, "are you hurt?" she hurried around to the other side of the bed where Karen lay.
Karen blinked, looking up into the questioning face of the young blonde whose eyes now registered what appeared to be some kind of genuine concern.
"No ... I'm all right," she answered, breathlessly gasping.
The young blonde's hand reached out and touched her brow, brushing aside a small curl of chocolate-brown hair as she felt the woman's forehead.
"You sure you're okay?" Kathy asked.
"I'm sure," Karen nodded.
The light touch of the young blonde's delicate fingers moved away from her fevered forehead, moving to trace along the line of her cheek for a moment, and then following her jaw down to her throat. Kathy hesitated for a moment, then let her fingertip move from Karen's throat and onto the fullness of her two solidly heaving breasts.
"N-no ... don't d-do that ... p-please ..." Karen began gasping, her voice sounding choked in her throat. She was unable to believe all this was happening to her, and in one night.
Then Kathy put down the box she was carrying and she lay down on the bed beside Karen. The dark-haired girl turned, trying to move to the other side of the bed in an effort to get away, and then she saw Harry standing in the doorway, watching, an amused smile on his face. Oh this was much too degrading. It was one thing to do something with Harry in order to preserve her job, but to allow another girl to touch her ... well this was too much.
Female arms reached around her and suddenly captured her, holding her, and a hand was running shiveringly down her back, moving to her naked waist, then continuing on down over her ripely contoured hips and buttocks. Kathy's voice was throatily whispering in Karen's ear, saying, "Don't fight me, Karen. Believe me, I can make it good for you, even better than Harry did, and I can do it without pain."
Harry smiled. He went to the kitchen, got a chair, walked back into the bedroom, and sat in the doorway, determined to enjoy what he was seeing. He saw Kathy staring at Karen's come-filled pussy and he saw the fear in the dark-haired woman's eyes. He knew she wasn't afraid of Kathy, and so surmised she was afraid of herself, afraid of having bi-tendencies like Kathy.
"Look," Karen was saying. "I ... uhhhh ... don't like to swing this way. I'm sorry, Kathy, but this kind of lovemaking just isn't for me."
The young blonde's hand soothed the older girl. She caressed the distraught Karen, and the knowing gentleness of her massaging caress somehow felt so good, she stopped struggling. Karen relaxed, deciding it all felt so restful, so relaxing, so nice. After the rough time Harry had given her, she needed some relaxation.
There was no animalistic pawing of her body as there had been with Harry, nor was there any heavy handed kneading. All she felt was the tingling electrical contact of Kathy's knowing, stroking fingers and the curling of the lovely girl's body as it pressed firmly but not restrictively against hers.
Kathy managed to slip out of her skirt and blouse, and pressed her brassiere-encased breasts firmly into the naked back of the other girl. The warmth of her flat belly was in close contact with the base of her spine, pressing against Karen all the way down to her buttocks where she felt Kathy's heated vaginal mound pressed solidly against the smoothly rounded firmness of her naked asscheeks.
"Comfy?" Kathy asked.
"Uh-huh!" Karen replied.
A small, well-manicured hand began working its way over Karen's naked rib cage until it held the fullness of a satiny breast, cupping it with gentle knowledge, fingers working at the brown-hued nipple, causing it to rise, harden, and sensate.
There was building in Karen a new set of burning desires, much like those Harry had built in her. Only these desires built slowly, tiny little jets of flame expanding a little at a time instead of turning into burning pylons of flame. She was fully cognizant of what Kathy was doing to her, and she realized it felt too good. If she remained like this any longer, she was going to lose what little control she did have over herself. She had to prevent that from happening.
Her cry was muffled, strangling in her throat as she attempted once again to rise from the bed. She had to find a way to get out of this house before every moral value she had ever learned was totally corrupted.
"No!" she gasped. "Kathy ... don't ... I can't let this happen ... please ... no ... no more ..."
"Hey, take it easy, take it easy," the lovely blonde girl said to her, whispering hoarsely in her ear. "Let me show you it's possible to enjoy sex without the likes of Harry."
The man chuckled to himself, amused by the whole scene. He had to admit, he was enjoying the sight of the two females playing with one another. He knew Karen was going to succumb whether she liked to or not.
The younger, more experienced blonde used her hands to make the older girl turn and face her, and she clamped her own lithe form to that of Karen. She had full, generous breasts, and even though they were still harnessed, they mashed solidly against the swellings of the older girl's nakedly sensitive mounds. Kathy's pinkly salacious mouth was seeking and finding the mouth of the other woman, noting her lipstick had long ago been kissed off. She pressed her lips against those of the other woman in a long, passionate kiss, her tongue sliding out, slowly, gradually, tantalizingly twirling in light, sensuous circles. Kathy rimmed Karen's lips with sensation-producing lubricity, without undue demand. Meanwhile, her hands busily continued tantalizing the lovely girl's luscious body, playing over her perfectly sculpted contours like a swarm of hungry insects, transmitting her own fiery need, causing uncontrollable slashing urges to sear deeply through the brown-haired girl's already aroused loins.
Karen had never, in her life, received such a kiss from a woman before, and at first contact, she automatically felt a strong inner sense of revulsion and loathing. But after several heart pounding moments passed, she found herself automatically responding against her will. She suddenly realized she was beginning to feel a certain thrill of her own, generated by the femininity of the younger, shorter girl's sensuous body.
Tentatively, Karen reached out a very timid hand and allowed it to caress the other girl's bare shoulder. She had not been aware that Kathy had removed her outer garments, and was surprised to see her this way. Now the blonde-haired girl was reaching behind her and unhooking her brassiere, as well, releasing the full, rounded abundance of her velvety smooth, shapely breasts.
"Come on, Karen, get with it," Kathy whispered. "Feel my breasts. You'll get just as big a kick out of playing with my nipples as any man. You'll see."
Karen didn't want to do it, but she found herself unable to resist. She reached out and touched and fondled the other woman's passionately heaving, panting breasts, her eyes watching, spellbound as the pink, pert nipples suddenly stiffened and coned to erection. She was well aware of the shudder that was passing through Kathy's quivering body, and she was also well aware it was her handling of the cute blonde's breasts that was the cause of it. A weak shuddering sigh keened through the younger blonde girl, and Karen suddenly realized she, too, felt exactly as Kathy was feeling.
With a trembling moan, Karen sought Kathy's mouth. Their lips firmly welded together, and then their tongues began moving in and out very hungrily as each one's hands were busy exploring the other one's body. Kathy took this moment to slip out of her panties, kicking them off with her right foot. They flew across the room and Harry caught them. Kathy's hands moved as if experimenting and yet they moved with the sureness of a woman who had done this before. Karen was unsure of herself, and yet she allowed her own hands to move about the blonde girl's body. She explored all over the other woman's body as the fire in her loins raged higher and higher.
The beautiful dark-haired Karen sighed, inwardly gasping and moaning with total helplessness. She was learning a lot more about herself than she would have believed possible. She groaned in utter despair, as she tried once again to fight against her inner, feral depraved cravings with rational thought. She broke the wet contact of their mouths, pulling away and muttering across the short intervening distance, trying her best not to look into the smoldering eyes of the other woman.
"I've never done anything like this before," Karen insisted, feeling odd about the whole thing.
"From the evidence of dried blood on the bed sheet, you never did anything with anyone before," Kathy teased.
"Well, I did fool around a little in college," Karen admitted, "but I never went all the way until tonight."
"Tell me, is Harry as good as he's always telling us in the office?" Kathy asked.
"I don't know," Karen admitted. "I really don't have anyone else to compare him to."
"Forget about comparisons. Was the son of a bitch at least able to make you come?"
"Well, yes."
"Believe me, it still won't be as good as what I can do for you," Kathy insisted.
"I don't know," Karen said, as Harry listened with a look of amusement on his face. "Doing something like this with a woman violates all my principles."
"To hell with principles," Kathy said out loud, laughing. "There's nothing wrong with two women loving one another as long as both are still capable of appreciating a man."
"Why is that?"
"It's one thing if I were completely butch, but I'm not. I'm AC-DC, and what's more, most women are that way but don't realize it, so in a way you're very lucky, learning about yourself, now. Hell! I learned about myself at a very early age, and I swing either way whenever I can."
"You mean with both men and women?"
"I mean with men, women, and sometimes with both at the same time."
"Oh, I see."
Kathy sat up and peeled her stockings from her legs, removing them along with her garter belt, saying "There, that's better."
Almost savagely then, the beautiful blonde turned and hungrily recaptured the beautiful brunette's mouth, her naked upper leg scissoring itself forward, moving in between Karen's whitely tapering thighs, spreading them until their legs intertwined and their loins met and mingled, the twin contrasting colors of their pelvic hedges nestling close against one another, the chocolate brown V of one sparsely haired pussy being ground against by the even sparser blonde one, as the younger female moved with complete animalistic abandon.
Reaching over boldly, the lovely golden-haired Kathy pulled the rounded firmness of Karen's beautifully quivering, white haunches tightly against her own body. Her hand moved lower between them to the dark-brown vaginal cleft, and without the slightest bit of hesitation, the blonde dipped a finger into the other woman's moistly aroused opening, feeling sperm as well as lubrication. Then the finger moved on and found the clitoris extended from the fleshy hood of Karen's frenulum. It was vibrantly hard, and it throbbed tautly. Kathy automatically began stroking it ever so tenderly, continually stoking the burning fires of Karen's aroused passions, building them more carefully than Harry did to a point just as high as Harry had been able to do.
Karen felt the lovely blonde beginning to move and wondered what she was doing as Kathy began slithering down the length of her body, rolling her ever-so-gently onto her back, her mouth constantly busy as she kissed Karen's passionately throbbing breasts, sucking them, moving each of the nipples in and out of her mouth very quickly. All the while she maintained a constantly exciting, sucking pressure.
The highly erotic sensations continued shuddering through the older of the two females, flashing through her with a merciless insistence. Against her will, unable to control herself, the beautiful brunette's hips began to move in a steady, sinuous countering rhythm to the constantly sensuous stroking of the blonde's finger. Sighing, Karen knew she was once again lost, that she was succumbing to the finger just as she had surrendered herself to Harry Greco.
"Ohhhhhh ... L-o-o-o-o-o-o-rrrrrrduuuuuhhhhhh!" she said, shuddering helplessly.
Now she felt the other woman's avid lips still moving down, down, down over her rib cage, moving even lower across the flatness of her belly, the agile tongue dipping into her navel, moving tantalizingly, and then there was the gentle, insistent hands spreading her soft thighs widely apart, exposing her palpitating, needful vagina to Kathy's hungeringly lascivious stare. She was acutely aware of how the blonde girl was gazing, peering between her open loins, and that her knowing, caressing hands were already moving, touching the smooth, soft satiny flesh of her helplessly defenseless vagina.
She gasped, shaken to the core as Kathy leaned forward and pressed her mouth hungeringly between her thighs, kissing her soft inner flesh, then moving to her hips, and kissing her abdomen, as well, gradually working in a circle around her heatedly pulsating vagina. It drove Karen wild with feverish anticipation. She knew what was going to happen, and also knew she was powerless to prevent it.
She looked down, watching, and just before Kathy's mouth reached her seat of eternal, internal fire, the most disquieting thought suddenly charged through the helpless Karen. Somehow she knew, in that moment, if she allowed this to happen, she would never be able to go back to being the person she was. Even knowing this, she wanted it to happen. In her rational mind she knew this was all wrong, yet she still wanted it to take place. It was a turning point in her life. The consummation of this act would change her into the kind of woman Kathy already was, a woman able to enjoy all kinds of sex acts, whether with men or with women. Kathy was a woman of insatiable dimensions, and she would be just like her.
Then the tongue was touching her. Kathy's probing, lapping, tantalizing tongue was there, between her thighs, pressing firmly and flatly against her seething clitoris, sending the most wonderfully erotic sensations to her brain. At that moment Karen knew there simply was never in this world-or in any other-a greater, more rapturously delightful thrill.
Even knowing this, her indoctrinated brain, loaded with all the moralizing taboos of the world and the fears she had been taught, interfered. "No! Please! No!" she cried out. "No more!"
The working mouth suddenly paused, and that was when Karen realized she didn't want it to stop. Words came to her as if from a long way off. She heard, yet she didn't hear. Her senses wildly reeled. Then she realized the voice was the sound of Kathy's voice coming from between her thighs. "Relax, Karen, just relax and enjoy everything I'm going to do to you. I see you're still filled with Harry's cream. I'm going to love licking it all out of you, honey."
"I can't ... I can't let you do it," Karen gasped. "It's wrong, it's unnatural."
"But the truth is, you like it," the lovely Kathy countered, speaking what Karen realized was the absolute truth.
Once again Kathy's hungering mouth dropped to the seethingly moist vaginal flesh of the older girl's pulsing, throbbing cunt, her tongue lancing and probing, seeking and digging, sinking into her heated liqueous depths, searing into the clutching vaginal dehiscence, sliding and slipping in and out to the rhythm already set by Karen's spasmodically moving hips. The delving, probing tongue flicked in and out, in and out with constantly measured regularity, as if it were a slender, flexible cock.
Karen was unable to stand it any longer. Yes, yes, she wanted that tongue delving into her. She wanted it delving into her until she came. If she didn't come again shortly, she would go totally out of her mind. Throwing all reason to the winds, conscious only of the thrilling electric sensations shooting through her shuddering loins, feeling thrills churn through her intestines, she grabbed her hair with both hands and clutched tightly, gasping, "Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ... yessssssss ... oh God! Do it! Do it!"
The lustfully lapping mouth paused, and a smile creased Kathy's sodden lips, coated as they were with saliva, lubricant and spermless semen. "What do you want, honey?" she asked. "Do you want me to keep this up until you climax?" Kathy asked.
"Hey," Harry interrupted. "I have a better idea. It's obvious all this is very new to Karen. It's time she learned what sex is really all about. Why don't the two of you eat one another in a sixty-nine. I'll bet you'll both really love it."
"I don't know if I can do such a thing," Karen gasped.
"Don't be silly," Harry told her, feeling his cock already at half-mast and growing longer by the second. "Now's the best time for you to learn. All you have to do is the same thing to Kathy that she's been doing to you. Remember, Kathy is the girl I'm loaning you to help straighten things out. She can not only handle the assistant processing, but the processing as well. So you have to make the two of us happy, Karen. That's the whole thing in a nutshell."
Swiftly, lithely, the lovely little blonde shifted her position, swinging herself around to straddle Karen's beautiful face. Her own head fell into place naturally over the tender young loins of the beautiful woman she was seducing.
Startled, almost afraid, Karen looked up and saw the heatedly moist warmth of Kathy's seething, hair-lined pink pussy hovering scant inches above her face. Her eyes took in the brown puckered ring of the other female's tiny anus winking at her, as if assuring her it was all right.
She knew what she had to do at this point. Yes, she had to do it, not because Harry wanted it, but because deep down she realized she wanted to do it. Her entire moral being rejected it, yet her physical self wanted it more than ever.
With a swivel-hipped, wanton wriggle, the lovely Kathy's vibrantly alive pussy came squirming down against her beautiful and anxious face.
Karen's initial impulse was to scream out loud. She suddenly felt surrounded, trapped, suffocating, but the thrilling contact of the other, more experienced female's tongue as it pressed against the quivering bud of her own clitoris caused a long, deep moan of sexual surrender to come from deep within her chest. She gasped, her mouth suddenly wide open, and then she instinctively began nuzzling her face into the wet feminine furrow above her. Without even thinking about it, her tongue slithered out, probing experimentally to find the tiny shaft of clitoris hidden in its own hooded frenulum inside the swamp surrounded by hair-rimmed, blood-engorged labia. Her tongue caused the clitoris to erect immediately.
To her surprise, the warm, perfumed, definitely pungent flavor of the woman's thrusting pussy was not the least bit distasteful as she had initially imagined it might be. She quickly became more bold and more daring, licking again and again, then actually sucking some of the other woman's juices, following the lewd example Kathy had initially set. Occasionally she stabbed her quivering tongue directly into the wetly clutching vaginal opening. After awhile, she was able to establish a lewd, rhythmic movement to match Kathy's licking and sucking of her own vagina.
Together, the two women began spiraling higher and higher, climbing an orgasmic mountain together while Harry Greco looked on, feeling his cock stiffening as it had, before. Tongues were licking, lips were sucking and slurping as faces moved in and out of throbbing, pulsating vaginas. Hands grasped ass-cheeks and throats were gasping out little sounds of mutual and thrilling inner delight.
Thus intertwined, head to loins, each of them giving and also receiving a conglomeration of exquisitely erotic, thrilling sensations, the two women reached the apogee of their sexual climaxes together.
It began for Karen, initially a long, shuddering spasmodic convulsion of her body causing her to jerk spastically upward as wave after wave of surging, welcoming climax began spreading throughout her totally possessed body. It was a thrillingly symphonic rhapsody of feeling and sensation as it swept over her repeatedly, charging through her, leaving her satiated and totally spent. She never even realized her mouth, pressed firmly against Kathy's seething pussy, bellowed into the womanly hollow, "AAAAAAIIIIIGGGGHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHMMM ... CCCCCOMMMIIIINNNNGGGG ... GGG GGHHHHAAAAUUUUWWWWAAAAMMMM UUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHGGGHHH!"
Meanwhile, above her, the lovely blonde Kathy continued to thrust her rounded loins firmly against the sucking mouth of the darker-haired woman's face with wildly uncontrolled abandon. Then she, too, arrived at that exquisite moment of total and utter delight, bellowing, "AAAUUUGGGHHHWWWWAARRRRGGGGHHUUUNNN ... GGHHAAAARRGGGGGGGGHHHUUUNNGGHH!"
Kathy immediately rolled off Karen, gasping, "That was fabulous."
The brown-haired woman was unable to reply, lost as she was in the bliss of her own heavenly orgasm. All she was able to do was crawl to the pillow and lie there, closing her eyes, while Kathy moved up to where she was, pressing her mouth hungrily against hers while clinging to her.
Karen was confused, yet she had to admit she was sexually sated as never before. She was so delighted, she no longer thought to question what she did.
But her ideas of sexual satisfaction and those of Kathy were entirely different. Nevertheless, she was so tired, Kathy realized she would not be able to do anything more with the woman that evening.
Rolling off the bed, she walked over to Harry Greco and said, "As far as I'm concerned, the evening's just begun. Want me to take the swelling out of your cock?"
"Sure," Harry nodded. "How about using that sweet mouth of yours and let me see if it's good for something other than talking."
"Is it all right if I stay the night then?"
"Honey, if you want, you can stay the weekend. Between the two of us, I'm certain we can really work that sleeping beauty on the bed into a lather."
"You really have the hots for her, don't you," Kathy murmured.
"Let's just think of it as a phase I'm going through at the moment," Harry said to her. "After this weekend I'll never be able to enjoy her again, so I'm going to put her through the wringer. In the meantime," he said, exposing his cock, "start sucking."
CHAPTER FOUR
Though Karen was unaware of it, the three of them slept in the same bed, that night. She was unaware of it because she fell asleep before the other two, and she awoke after they had gotten up.
When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Kathy standing above her, and asked, "Where's Harry?"
"He went to the store to buy some groceries," Kathy told her.
Karen got up and went to the bathroom, taking a long shower while there. While she was in there, Kathy, who had already taken her shower, changed the bed sheets. She knew Harry had one helluva day planned for the little lady, and she intended getting more than her share of the action.
When it came to sex, Kathy was a live wire. She appreciated it more than most other people.
When Karen came out of the bathroom, Kathy, who was now wearing one of Harry's robes, handed the other one to Karen, and the two of them went to the kitchen and made themselves some breakfast.
"How come you're still here?" Karen asked. "You don't have to stay here."
"I'm here because I want to be here," Kathy said, smiling.
They ate silently, and afterward returned to the bedroom. Karen wanted to get dressed, but Kathy told her, "Why bother? As soon as Harry gets back he's going to make you undress. Look, as long as he's not here, suppose you and I settle down and enjoy each other for a little while."
"I don't know," Karen said. "Last night I was in the throes of some kind of sexual frenzy. To be very honest with you, I'm having second thoughts, today."
"You're just like me, Karen," Kathy answered. "What's more, you'll never really change, inside. You like sex as much as I do, and if there isn't a man handy, a woman will have to do, in this case, me."
Going to the box she had brought, she pulled out the dildo she had compared to Harry's cock the previous evening. It was the battery operated kind, and she flicked on the switch, telling Karen to lie down because she was going to give her a massage.
Karen felt helplessly trapped again. This was the girl Harry was going to give her to help straighten out the mess in her department. She had to do as Kathy wished. But the truth of the matter was, deep down inside, she wanted to do as Kathy wished.
She lay on the bed, one knee raised, and Kathy began running the vibrating penis over her body, letting it touch her nipples, massaging the fullness of her breasts, enjoying what she was doing as she saw Karen writhe under the pressure of the dildo. "Like it?" Kathy asked.
"Mmmmm ... yessss ... it feels nice," she gasped, lying there languidly, stretching out to enjoy the vibrations all the more.
"It's going to feel a lot nicer than you think," Kathy told her, and there was a certain lewdness in her wide smile that Karen didn't catch.
It was not until the vibrating dildo began to move exhilaratingly over her abdomen that Karen first began to understand what it was Kathy was intent on doing. Vibrations shuddered through her flat belly, making her quiver uncontrollably. She wanted to object, but a moment later it was teasing her earlier sated vagina, the oscillating vibrator transmitting renewed sensations of delighted pleasure charging through her quivering belly as the woman expertly rubbed the tip of the dildo against her instantly solid clitoris.
"OHHHHHH ... UUUUNNNNNHHHHH ... MYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDUUUHHHH!" Karen suddenly screamed, coming to an instantly soaring climax, realizing just how sensuous she had become. She felt totally helpless and unable to stop the action or her own reaction. The feeling was thrilling, marvelous, and Kathy didn't stop with the vibrator. Karen had one quick climax after another, and then a few more for good measure.
Then Kathy stopped, turned off the vibrator, handed it to Karen, and lay down on the bed, saying, "Now you do it to me."
Karen did so, watching as the lovely blonde writhed in sexual ecstasy. She too, came, came, and came again, mouthing all kinds of silent obscenities with each climax.
"My God!" Karen said, staring at the plastic penis, afterward. "It looks and feels like a real one. Where in the name of heaven did you ever get something like this?"
"There are places," Kathy told her, smiling. "I'll tell you one thing, when there's no man handy, this'll give you the greatest charge. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it outperformed any human cock."
From the bedroom doorway came Harry's booming retort, "Wanna bet?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Karen had been so obsessed with the dildo, she hadn't heard Harry come into the house. Neither had Kathy. The man had put down the groceries quietly in the kitchen, and he had walked into the bedroom in time to see Karen using the dildo on Kathy. His hand immediately went to his belt and he quickly disrobed.
Karen thought she was over all shocks, but just seeing Harry swiftly undressing in front of the two of them had her flustered again. She watched, hypnotized, as his throbbing penis once again came into view, its extended length pulsating and throbbing with vibrancy and life. She was already aware of what the man's penis was able to do, and she had to fight down the urge to scream and put an end to all this perverted madness taking place between the three of them.
But even as she stared at the penis she knew she would not be able to scream. Her eyes were once again glued to the incredible spectacle of the cobra-like penis standing rigidly out from her shuddering groin, awesomely swelling even more now that it was free.
Woodenly she watched as he pumped it a few times, as if to make certain it maintained its lustful erection. The fat, bulbous red tip throbbed with glowing life, and by now Karen knew that tip knew only one death. Even then, it was a temporary death, and like Osiris returned to life when Isis used the scroll of Thoth, so did the penis always return to life when Harry looked at a woman he desired. Though not quite as long as the dildo, Harry's cock was long enough so that when he gripped it with two hands, the head and a good two inches of staff still stuck out. It was immense, really immense.
Grinning lasciviously at them, Harry slowly began advancing toward the bed, still gripping his penis two-handed, his eyes feasting on the deliciously prurient display of the two female bodies, nakedly lying on the bed.
Reaching the bed, he stopped, and he gave the women a smirking glance as he reached out and grasped the lifeless dildo from Karen's limp hand and placed it next to his own burgeoning length. Yes, the dildo was longer, all right, but curiously enough, it was not fatter. Harry Greco's cock was the slightest bit thicker.
Not one word had been spoken since he had walked into the room, and right now there simply seemed no need. At this point, Harry was clearly in command of all their present destinies. He had proven that his penis was still the superior instrument, and Kathy was a little red-faced, knowing he had been able to prove his superiority.
"Off the bed," he said to Kathy.
The blonde girl clambered off the bed.
"Come here!"
She walked over to Harry.
"Turn around!"
She did so.
"Now bend over, honey."
She stood there, not moving, unable to say anything for the moment, her eyes swelling wide open, not able to understand exactly what it was he intended doing.
Harry was not in the mood for delays, and so he swatted her rump solidly with his right hand. He repeated his command.
"Bend over!"
She did so, gripping the edge of the bed with her fingers. Harry spread her thighs wide apart, then he took the dildo and rubbed it between her thighs, making certain she was soaking wet there, and then slowly, delightedly, he began pushing the rubbery plastic between her thighs, inserting it to its full length in the throbbing tunnel of her sucking cunt.
Kathy gasped and wriggled, so Harry thrust a little harder, making certain every last inch of dildo was shoved into her. The force of his thrust made her topple forward onto the bed, and she lay there, face-down, with her thighs spread wide apart, and the dildo's end sticking out of her sodden vagina.
Immediately her two hands snaked out from beneath her body and moved behind her, reaching in an attempt to tug the offending olisbos from her quaking body. Her actions looked like those of a person trying desperately to pull a knife out of his back.
Her attempts were completely futile. Harry made sure her hands didn't touch the dildo by slapping them away. Then he stepped forward and placed one hand in the small of her back, pinning her firmly to the bed, and with his other palm crammed the last little bit of remaining length of the dildo into her cringing cunt.
Kathy gasped, shuddering, feeling a mixture of rapture and fright. Then Harry turned on the vibrating switch, and she immediately jerked vibrantly to life.
Harry lasciviously gloated, "There, you blonde bitch! See how you like feeling that! After all, you were the one who claimed this little toy of yours was better than old Harry's cock. How does it feel in there?"
"Turn it off," Kathy shrieked. "Turn it off!"
"No way, Kathy-baby. You wanted to make comparisons. Well later on you'll be fucked with Harry's cock and you can compare it to the thing you have jerking around in your cunt, right now!"
Karen turned away, feeling more than a little embarrassed by what was taking place, and somewhat afraid of Harry. Emotionally, she was suffering with the young, blonde girl, but deep down inside the pit of her belly there was another feeling, a mounting sensation swelling between her own, tightly clamped together thighs that she was unable to name. Lord! This was all so humiliating and degrading, and to think something so obscene was actually able to affect her this way. She knew if she opened her mouth the wrong thing would come out, so she kept silent.
Abruptly, her large round eyes suddenly popped wide open with horror. It was a horror so utterly real she was certain a million tiny rats were scurrying over the length of her totally naked body. A moment later she realized it was only Harry's hand slowly inching its way up the length of her leg. She was completely powerless to resist. Her mind was already shouting out, No! Stop! Don't! But her body seemed unable to cringe away.
Harry's crawling fingers moved higher, reaching into the soft nest of her pubic curls, and once again she felt a quiveringly salacious feeling of fright, mixing and mingling with an internal arousal and excitement, feeling the thrill waft over like a cool breeze on a hot summer day.
"No, Harry, please," she gasped in a low whisper, unable to tear her eyes from Kathy, prone at the foot of the bed, her body jerking and quivering with the vibrating dildo moving inside her, making her rounded buttocks shake like gelatin.
Harry merely smiled. This cunt was his for the rest of the weekend to do with as he pleased, and he intended enjoying it. He already felt the softness of her curling resilient pubic hairs reaching along her thighs, less than an inch from the pouting pink swell of the pussy he had initiated into fucking the previous night. He had her good, and nothing was going to stop him now ... nothing! She was his toy, and he was going to play with her.
She gasped aloud as his moving, seeking fingers began slipping forcefully into the tightly narrow cleft of her clamped-together thighs, finally making convulsive contact with the delicious tender softness of her already wet and hot, beckoningly inviting pink slash. Wasting no time, Harry used his middle finger to rigidly seek out and part the soft, chocolate-brown, pubic curls, moving like an arrow toward its bulls eye, finally plunging somewhat abruptly into the tenderness of her taut, fleshy vaginal sheath, delving ever deeper into her vagina. Reflexively, the beautiful Karen tried clamping her naked thighs even more tightly together, but the time for such action had long passed.
"Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o ... pllleeeeaaaasssse ..." she gasped mindlessly as her legs unwillingly relaxed without the littlest hesitation almost instantly.
Harry's delving hand rammed like a driving steel wedge between the creamy softness of her tender thighs. There was nothing stopping him now, and the whole of his hand had suddenly fastened on the juicily moist tenderness of the lovely lady's soft, fleshy vaginal folds. His middle finger began probing inquisitively all the way up into the wetness of her sucking feminine warmth, his hungering lips suddenly lowering to her nakedly vulnerable thighs. The lovely girl had been taken totally unaware. Kathy had done this to her the night before, but she had never expected Harry to do this to her. Her astonishment was precisely what Harry had counted on.
Spreading the alabaster tenderness of her thigh-flesh forcefully wide apart, he began kissing his way down to the brown triangle at the quivering base of her shuddering, squirming belly, nibbling tenderly at the sensitive smoothness Of her quivering inner thighs, each gentle nip sending a fresh chill through her quiveringly confused and aroused body.
Turning her head, she saw Kathy had turned over on her back, reaching between her thighs with both hands, and instead of pulling the vibrating dildo from her cunt, she was pushing the instrument in and out, in and out, her naked buttocks pistoning savagely up and down on the impaling organ as her engulfing vaginal lips continued noisily sucking on it.
Karen blinked again, still unsure this entire nightmare was real. Even though he had fingers stuffed into her cunt, Harry was leering as he leaned over Kathy's quivering body like some kind of towering giant. His free hand held his menacing cockshaft very tightly, and he was leering at the blonde girl. Then he turned back to Karen and said, "Look at her, Karen. Hell! I'd be able to shove a pogo stick up there and she would get off on that, as well. She's a natural fucking cunt. What's more, you're also a natural, but you don't realize it, yet. But don't worry, you will."
The sound of his voice was torment in Karen's ears. The look on his face told her he relished the contorted mask of fear that crossed over her face as her eyes now focused on Harry's immensely swollen cock in front of her eyes. He had slipped his fingers from her drooling pussy in order to hold the penis above her face.
Karen wanted to say something but her voice caught in her throat. The words simply didn't want to come out, and she found herself unable to take her eyes from the throbbingly hard, fleshy instrument for even a moment. Deep down she realized the man was probably right. Though she was frightened at the moment, she knew full well her body was seethingly aroused and filled with desire, though it was for Harry's cock, and not for Harry, the man.
Lord! That was one big cock! She wondered how she had taken that monster into her body, last night.
"Harry ..." she finally gasped, whimpering. "Please ... don't hurt me."
Karen found herself unable to move, totally paralyzed with the fear of what the man intended doing. She knew he was going to fuck her again, just as he had done the previous night, but she also knew he was going to be less gentle this time, if what he had done the previous night was something one described as being gentle. She also realized she wasn't even going to try and stop him. Her mind kept repeating that Harry Greco always kept his word. He had already ripped her virginity from her, and he had promised her the full use of Kathy in her department to help straighten everything out in the coming week so she would be able to pass the quarterly inspection coming the following week. She needed him, and so she was going to submit to whatever indignities he intended subjecting her to.
So complete was her blind obedience, she lay naked before him like an excited young Aphrodite as he once again fell to his knees, panting like a starved animal over her.
Once more she spread the softness of her white thighs wide apart, acutely aware of the pressure of Harry's obscenely groping lips kissing the flat plane of her tender belly before starting to nibble their way down the soft, hair-covered slope between her widely splayed, naked thighs.
Harry knelt before her like the hungry savage he was, salaciously licking his lips lewdly in vibrant anticipation of the thrilling orgiastic feast to come as the velvety pink folds of her simmering vagina were now presented to his avaricious eyes like a gourmet dinner.
With his large hands pressed flatly between the quivering pillars of her thighs, Harry spread the soft, fleshy flanges of her shudderingly vulnerable vaginal cleft with his digging thumbs, pulling them slowly, tortuously apart, drawing the puffy lips more and more open to expose the moistly coral slash to his cruel and hungering gaze. He stared at it greedily for a moment, and then, with an animal-like groan, he buried his head between her soft thighs and he began probing with his swirling tongue into the spasmodically sodden, throbbingly warm depths of her suckingly violated pussy.
A long, low, almost deep and soulful moan escaped from the lovely Karen's lips as her rounded asscheeks ground anxiously down into the bed again in a hopelessly futile attempt to escape the maddening assault on the interior of her defenselessly invaded vagina.
"Uuuunnnnhhhh ... Godddddddd ... hhhhaaaannnnhhhhh!" she gasped, whimpering erotically, unable to keep her eyes from staring between her thighs at the way Harry was lapping her. Kathy had been soft and tender and gentle about it, making her feel secure when she had lapped her pussy. Harry was a hungrily growling bear, ravishing her cunt, pressing his mouth against it as if he intended digging his teeth into her vaginal flesh at any time. She was terrified he would tear her pink flesh from between her thighs at any moment, and so she pushed with her hands in an attempt to move him away.
Harry's only reply was to lick even more frantically at the seethingly moist, sodden vaginal opening, his tongue seeking out and finding her erectly upstanding little clitoris. Gripping it firmly between his pulling lips, he proceeded to slap his tongue tightly around the tiny, turgidly throbbing little button. She squirmed and writhed helplessly as he hungrily, savagely nibbled at her assaulted loins, continually pulling and slurping on the little pulsing node, rolling it tenderly and sensitively between his lips and teeth, feeling her trembling body quiver helplessly beneath his oral touch.
Karen was more desperate than ever, still afraid Harry was going to orally maul her, but once again her own body betrayed her, and her shudderingly quivering cuntal flesh screamed to her brain that it wanted and needed fulfillment. Ripple after ripple of shiveringly delightful pleasure surged through her obscenely defiled body, and she realized after awhile that though Harry was rougher than Kathy, he wasn't going to harm her ... at least not this way.
Knowledgeably now, the licking man intensified his oral attack, his darting, stabbing tongue slashing through the pink, puffy inner labia, tasting her sweet flesh as his oral organ snaked deep into her, teasing the wetly sodden depths of her heatedly throbbing vaginal sheath. His tongue continued flicking hungrily, swirling maddeningly through her as he scoured the sweet walls of her delightfully tender vaginal dell.
Karen realized she was once again caught up in a sexual trap. Her body was anxiously clamoring for more, more, more, and she was in no position to deny herself, especially since Harry was giving her body precisely what it seemed to want.
The hungrily sucking man was very proud of himself. The previous night he'd had to force this woman to do as he wished before she had finally come around to enjoying what he was doing. Not so, this time. This time she was giving of herself willingly. Hell! If he weren't married already, he would have made her a permanent mistress. Even now, as he lapped, he considered convincing her to let him come to her home at least one night a week and perpetrate more of these wonderful outrages on her shuddering body. A few more seconds and she would be so completely under his spell she would do anything and everything he wanted. God! She was one enticing little bitch!
Her cunt had been terrific the previous night, and once again he wanted to bury the full length of his staff inside it. It had been a long, long time since he had fucked a pussy this tight. Afterward, when he recovered, he would fuck Kathy and see just how good she was. Right now, it was Karen's sweet cunt for which he clamored, and he felt the uncontrollable urge to shove his throbbing cock into the nave of her cunt. Hell! He would wait just a little longer, until he had her begging for it, and then, by heaven, he was going to fuck her with even more verve than the previous night.
Pushing her delightful legs up and back, he probed with his worming tongue, first sinking it in and out of her clutching pink pussy, then down into the narrow valley of her buttocks until he found the tightly puckered ring of her sodden anus. Then, probing with his tongue against the tight little opening, moving it like the tongue of a lizard snapping at a fly, he flicked the tip into her forbidden nether depths.
This unexpected attack brought forth a gasping moan of shuddering delight from between the helpless girl's parted lips, her eyes clenching tightly shut as she realized this was something not even Kathy had done. Her teeth bared slightly as the new agonizing sensation rippled excitingly through her nakedly quivering torso.
"Ooooonnnnhhhh! God! Aaaannnnhhhh! What are you ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... doooooiiiinnnnng ... aaaannnngggghhhh ... uunngghh ..." she gasped, squirming and writhing, though she wasn't sure whether she was moving to escape the tongue or to have it probe all the more deeply into her anus.
Harry's only verbal reply was a deep-throated chuckle and then yet another searing stab into the tightness of her narrow rectal ring. Christ! She was as clean as possible, even there.
Karen sobbed helplessly under this new, depraved attack, realizing with gradually passing moments that in spite of any gnawing shame or humiliation she might have felt, her body was going to continually disobey her mind. She had lost all control over herself. Her firmly undulating rear cheeks began uncontrollably jerking forward against the thrusting probe of Harry's tongue as delicious ecstasy rippled through her raw, vulnerable nerve-endings.
She realized she was unable to withstand this any longer, and then it came to her that she was being ridiculous even trying to fight such a feeling. Common sensically she understood she was being totally controlled by her inner insatiable demon of overpoweringly wanton lust. As long as she was in this house she was Harry's to do with as he pleased because somehow or other what pleased him also pleased her.
Her wantonly aroused and churning body was continuing to spasmodically twitch, her broad, gyrating young hips grinding themselves uncontrollably and with slow abandoned need firmly against the pressure of his continually thrusting tongue. There was no reason for her to refuse to accept what the man was doing to her, even if it went against every moral teaching she had ever learned. Morality didn't help her with her job, and morality didn't put bread on the table.
Reaching down, she found his stringy hair and tightly gripped it with her grasping fingers as with a low, soul-stirring moan from the depths of her bubbling breast, she began tugging his mouth firmly against the openness of her naked, needing loins. Forgotten for the moment were all thoughts of Kathy and the vibrating dildo she had crammed in her own vagina. Forgotten were all thoughts of work and why she had come here in the first place. Forgotten was any thought of humiliation or degradation or anything other than the lust in her. All that really mattered now were the constantly incredible, delicious waves of thrilling pleasure continually coursing through her shuddering body like fiery cactus needles, constantly piercing her tortured and anguished self, if thrills and delight were to be considered torture.
Harry was once again aware of her total, unconditional surrender, and with a vicious smirk, he pulled his tongue from her anal opening and once again sank it into the soggy depths of quivering warmth that was her heatedly clasping vaginal sheath. Her silken soft pelvic hairs continued brushing sensuously against his forehead as he continued sinking and burrowing between the tightness of her smoothly yielding thighs, her buttocks grinding with a slow erotic cadence against the lewdness of his buried face.
Karen was once again Harry's, solely and completely, and there was no question about it. The man excitedly watched her wriggle her flaming little pussy into his hungering face. It wouldn't be much longer now before he rammed his aching hardness into the depths of her tightly squeezing little belly of hers, emptying his load of burning seminal fluid into the deepest, farthest recesses of her impaled cunt. She had proved beyond the shadow of a doubt she was a cunt well worth fucking, and his was the cock that was going to fuck it, filling it full of his spermless fluid. Afterward, when he fucked Kathy, he would let her play with the dildo and realize how much better a real cock was.
He looked at Kathy, still lying across the foot of the bed, and he smiled. She was unable to reach her satisfaction with the vibrating dildo moving in and out of her tightly sucking pussy. She was fucking herself with it more and more rapidly now, but Harry knew, for all the vibration in it, it lacked the essential pulsations of a real penis. Before he was through with both these women the two of them would be begging him for more and more of his cock.
Meanwhile Karen continued writhing and wriggling as she kept on bucking under the maddening oral attack of the grey-haired Harry's flicking tongue. Her arousal was now so great, it seemed her pounding heart was about to burst right through her two full, firm breasts.
Her lovely head rose from the pillow beneath and she stared down between her obscenely raised thighs, her eyes tightly locked on Harry's lined and contorted face, her clasping hands locking very tightly behind his head as she pulled his lashing, pleasure-giving tongue deeper and deeper into her anxious pussy. To Karen, it seemed as if this wonderful sucking of her vagina was going to go on forever, but abruptly the man pulled his head from her restraining, clasping grip and rose to his knees between her lasciviously opened thighs.
Closing her eyes tightly for the moment, Karen closed out the sight of Harry's licentious, slavering stare into her vaginal opening as he gazed delightedly at her exposed nakedness. The sight of him this way would only remind her she was his slave.
"Now we're gonna fuck, baby," he told her. "But this time we'll change the position a little. Roll over onto your belly."
Karen, afraid to argue with him, turned onto her stomach. At his instigation, she came up on her knees, her thighs wide open, her full white breasts dangling down beneath her, wobbling from side to side as her chest heaved and she fought for breath. She didn't say anything, knowing anything she might have said would have been superfluous. Her belly was still quivering with the memory of Harry's tongue delving into her sucking vagina. The sensation had been so overpowering, she was already imagining the feeling of his throbbing cock sinking deep inside her.
"Spread those thighs a little wider, honey, 'cause old Harry is coming into your cunt," he told her.
Quivering with a strange mixture of anticipation and fright, the lovely brown-haired Karen spread her slender thighs as wide apart as possible in the kneeling position. She tried looking behind her to see if she was able to see Kathy, but she wasn't. It didn't much matter, anyway. This was all that really counted. Her moistly heated vaginal lips seemed to quiver and quake with insatiable hunger, puckering eagerly and anxiously as she awaited the thick penis that would once again spread them even wider apart with deliciously searing pain.
Leaning over the body of the lovely brown-haired woman, Harry reached forward and gripped her left shoulder with his left hand, while using his right hand, he gripped his throbbing cock and brought it solidly between the receptively parted pink aperture of her spread thighs. Using his swollen, blood filled penile head to separate the lips of her vaginal entry way, he slowly inched his throbbing loins forward until the tip of his heavily pulsating member was pressed solidly against her moistly ready vaginal opening.
Karen looked straight ahead at the pillow directly below her, and then she tightly shut her eyes with a shuddering chill as she was well aware of the thickness of the immensely insistent organ making warm, wet contact with the lust-inflamed edges of her seething, damply clinging vagina. She held her breath for what seemed like forever and he kneeled there, perfectly unmoving, waiting impatiently for the agonizing pleasure-pain of his entry. She knew there still had to be some pain because she was not yet accustomed to his tremendous breadth. Even so, she was unprepared when he finally ploughed into her.
"Aaaaannnngggghhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped as she felt the heavy pressure of his penile knob against her tight, fleshy sheath increase, slowly parting and spreading her resiliently elastic vaginal lips.
"Here it comes, honey," he panted.
"Aaaaannnngggghhhh ... oooonnnngggghhhh!" was all she was able to reply as his penile tip slipped between her vulva. She realized this kneeling position made her tight cunt even tighter, and the cock was painfully stretching her tight, rubbery opening until she felt as if her thighs were starting to split apart from the continually relentless pressure.
Harry purposely held back, wanting to tease her a little, an evil, leering grin spreading across his face as he stared down at the arched back of the helpless woman who had delivered herself into his hands in order to save her job. He had to admit the sight of her, sprawled so salaciously beneath him on her knees, was arousing to him. Christ! It was more than he was able to withstand. Jesus! Those round asscheeks of hers were so luscious-looking. He had to fuck her ... yeah, he had to fuck her, right now!
Slamming forward, he listened as his thighs slapped against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. At the same time the tips of her nipples brushed against the sheet beneath her as he slammed his solidly throbbing cock all the way into her, the enormous hardened penile length tearing into the tightness of her heatedly cringing cunt with the force of a ten-ton truck, pushing the tenderly pliable walls before it in rippling accordion-like waves. There was no stopping the powerfully thrusting cock until its weighty testicles slapped very heavily into the sodden lips of her wet vagina and his pelvis ground itself against the split between her lovely asscheeks.
"Eeeeeyyyyaaaannnngggghhhh!" she grunted, panting weakly beneath him. There was pain, but it was such a wonderful pain, and once again she was completely filled.
He lay perfectly still for a moment, his leering face looming over her nape, and neither one of them made a sound for a long while. Then Karen felt the unmistakable throb of his turgidly swelling cock buried to the depths in her trembling belly. It jerked yet another half-inch into her as Harry cruelly flexed the pulsating member.
"Unnnnhhhh ... you're ... aaaannnnhhhh ... hurting me ..." she gasped out breathlessly, her face tightly contorting, her body feeling the heaviness of the pain.
"Yeah, well that tight little pussy of yours is gonna need a lotta stretching, honey," Harry told her, "and I have just the cock to do it," he said, emphasizing "cock" by flexing his penis inside her again.
"Gggghhhaaauuunnnggghhh!" the helpless woman groaned even more deeply this time, the muscular cords in her neck standing out in bold relief from the agonizing pressure of her natural resistance to what was happening to her.
"Tell me, Karen," he gasped, "do you like the feel of my cock?"
She didn't reply.
Harry then ground his hips forward in an attempt to prompt an answer out of her, burying his swollenly throbbing organ a little deeper inside her tightly clinging vaginal sheath.
"Haaaannnggghhh ... don't ... Harry ... don't hurt me!" she begged.
She found herself quickly losing control over her feelings, her body starting to react involuntarily. She relaxed a little, and the pain in her tight cunt immediately lessened. She relaxed a little more, and it almost totally faded away, while the pleasure building up in her continued enhancing. The lascivious ravages of delighted passion continued burning through her shuddering body as she realized she was indeed a total sexual animal, just as Kathy had pointed out. Fighting it, she was fighting herself.
Karen felt the searing flames of burning desire continuing to blow ever hotter as Harry continued mercilessly skewering his cock deeper and deeper into her, slithering his pulsating hardness into her hungrily nibbling vagina in a slow erotic rhythm that rapidly engulfed her entire physical being.
Her slender legs suddenly snaked out and he had to lift her up and bring her back to her knees to keep her from falling to the bed. Harry increased the violent plundering thrusts, constantly burrowing and ploughing his urgently pounding and slamming hardness to the throbbing hilt in the depths of her wetly trembling cunt.
Slaving over the deliciously responding woman, Harry now began suddenly moving his throbbing cock into a longer, smoother stroke that brought the thrusting organ almost all the way out of her cunt on the backstroke, then plunged solidly forward on the slamming in-stroke. He continued to thrust solidly into the tightness of her uplifted cunt, listening with pleasure to the feel of his dangling balls slapping against the bud of her clitoris, getting wetter and wetter from the ooze dripping from between her thighs.
Quivering with delight himself, Harry began hurrying his own stroke, plowing hot and deep into her tightly squirming, thrashing loins. Her nails began digging sharply, painfully into his back as soft, soul-stirring moans tumbled from her half-parted lips.
He knew from the way she was reacting she was almost there, and he clenched his own buttocks all the more tightly together in a violently determined effort to hold back the seething flood of heavy spermless liquid boiling in his body while her constant gasping moans turned into a single, long continuous cry. It was a single, mournful cry for fulfillment.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGG ... HHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHH ... UUUUGGGGHHHHAAAAUUU ... WWWWAAGGGGHHHH!" she shrieked, her body stiffening as she bounced up and down on her knees again and again.
The tightening pressure of her vulva around his cock was enough to set Harry screaming, as his own cock began erupting with seminal lava.
"YYYYEEEE ... AAARRRGGGGHHUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, his own voice drowning out the screech of Kathy, who had fallen to the floor and was still pumping the vibrating dildo in and out of her cunt.
In almost no time the feelings began to subside, and Harry collapsed on top of Karen until he had regained his strength.
CHAPTER SIX
The three of them rested until lunch time. Harry was in no hurry, knowing he had the rest of the day and all of tomorrow with the two women. The idea of watching them play with one another pleased him, but he liked the idea of continuing to teach Karen "the facts of life" even more.
Harry had a projector and reels of film he had purchased on Forty-Second Street. He decided it was time to put Karen back in the mood because it was time for her next lesson. Taking out the projector and screen, he set them up in his living room, and he threaded a reel of film onto the projector telling Kathy, "You run the projector, this time. It's time for little Miss Purity to learn the art of fellatio."
Kathy smiled. This time she was willing to sit it out, because she knew she would be able to get some satisfaction from one or the other of them, afterward.
Karen wondered why Harry was showing home movies in the middle of the afternoon, but didn't argue with him when they sat nakedly on the sofa with the equally naked Kathy turning on the projector and turning off the nearby lamp after making certain all the curtains were closed and the shades drawn.
Karen felt conspicuous, sitting here naked, yet she didn't dare say anything. Her future was at stake, and she had already gone this far. She might as well see this through all the way. Her breasts bounced against her chest and she realized she was panting very heavily. They swayed almost ponderously as she leaned forward and was, for a moment, bathed in the light from the projector. A muffled sound came from the running projector, and Harry, who was all set to enjoy everything without doing anything himself this time, had lit up a cigar. Wild circles of grey smoke billowed through the room, and he offered the cigar to Karen.
"Here," he said, "suck on this for a little while."
"I don't smoke," Karen told him.
"That's all right," Harry told her. "You don't have to inhale. Just suck on this. In fact, let's see you suck half the length of the cigar between those lovely lips of yours."
Karen looked at Kathy who shrugged, and taking the cigar from Harry, she obediently put it between her lips and puffed on it.
"Come on," Harry insisted. "I told you to suck on at least half of the cigar."
Sighing, the brown-haired girl sucked half the length of the five-inch cigar into her mouth, her lips tightly pursed around it. When she withdrew it, it was all soggy. She handed it back to Harry who began contentedly puffing on it again.
"C'mere and sit in my lap," he told her, beckoning to her with an insistence that was not to be challenged.
The idea of letting him put his hands on her flesh again, so soon after what had happened in the late morning, made Karen shudder. She felt ripples of hesitation coursing through her, and for a moment she thought of excusing herself and running to the bathroom.
Karen quivered, feeling the man's hands on her narrow waist, feeling him drawing her to him, and very aware of the bulging stiffness of his swelling cock as it pressed against her soft asscheeks making her wonder if she was perhaps expected to insert the penis into her vagina and then ride up and down on the throbbing organ.
The movie was already in progress, and she saw she hadn't really missed very much. The woman in the movie was a redhead, dressed in red, sitting on a red sofa, sucking a red popsicle ... exactly the way she had sucked on the cigar.
"This is one of my favorite films," Harry told her, breathing huskily into Karen's ear, his hand already looping itself tightly around her slender waist.
Karen sat there, unable to say anything, knowing whatever she said would sound ridiculous.
The woman in the movie was really very pretty with all that long red hair. Her eyes glimmered, sparkling mischievously as she read what was obviously an obscene magazine that wasn't on sale on the normal newsstands. There was a photo of a naked male on one page which she spread for the camera, and it was obvious from the erection that the redhead was excited. Her lush, sensual lips, coated with a thick, deep-red lipstick moved up and down over the shaft of the red popsicle, sucking on it and slurping it in an obvious parody of oral intercourse. The camera zoomed in for an extreme close-up of the lovely girl's fleshy, clinging lips as they provocatively pulled on the fruit ice on the out stroke.
Suddenly a man appeared on the screen, a big giant of a man. The girl in the movie, seeing him, jumped, suddenly frightened, and she leaped back.
At the same time Karen jumped, feeling a hand on her naked breast. Harry was caressing her mammary, squeezing it, pulling on her nipple.
Harry continued what he was doing. He squeezed her full breasts very hard, then he pinched her nipples until he was certain they were as hard and as stiff as possible. Once he was certain they were unable to grow any more, he took one puffy beige nipple into his hungry mouth and rolled it around between his teeth and his tongue, sucking on it strongly, making a loud, lewd sound.
Karen gasped, realizing that in spite of all the sex she had enjoyed-yes, she had enjoyed it-her body was still capable of being aroused and building more and more sexual desire. In spite of the morality that had once taught her things like this were evil, she knew it would do her no good to fight against her own inner feelings. She kept her mouth shut, knowing to protest was completely futile. It felt unquestionably delightful.
The tall man on the screen was wearing an overcoat, and when he opened it, he revealed he was wearing nothing underneath. He shrugged it from his massive shoulders, allowing the coat to drop and form a crumpled heap on the floor. There was another rear shot of him, panning from his head down to his feet, making him look like some gigantic ogre. Then there was a frontal shot of him as well, letting Karen see his chest was covered with lots of curly hair. Everything about him seemed so monstrous, Karen was already wondering what his penis would look like when the camera finally panned down to it.
Meanwhile, Harry continued hungrily sucking on the fullness of Karen's swollen breasts, holding her in his lap with his own cock rubbing against her buttocks, making her writhe uncontrollably.
While chewing on her nipple, he reached down and handed her the cigar again after taking it from the nearby ashtray. She knew what he wanted, and as his tongue continued playing with her nipples, she once again sucked half the length of the thick cigar into her mouth, holding it there for a moment, wondering just why Harry was making her do this. What was it about seeing her smoke cigars this way that turned him on? She held her breath to the count of ten, puffed a little on the cigar, then took it out of her mouth slowly, letting the smoke drift out with it. Her mind was reeling with all kinds of dancing colors that came flickering from the movie screen.
She looked back at the picture on the screen, seeing the redheaded girl in the movie had put her hand to her mouth in a rather convincing display of terror. Karen empathized with the girl, feeling the lushness of her own rounded buttocks starting to quake and quiver. She sat on Harry's lap sideways, her arm around him, resting on his shoulders from behind, her fingers idly playing in the short hairs at the nape of his strong, masculine neck as he continued to suck her now heavily heaving breasts with continually mounting enthusiasm.
She watched as Harry reached down and stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray. She was grateful for that much. She hadn't cared for the taste of it.
At the moment her body felt like rubber. She was being played with and stretched to any imaginable degree, and she was feeling nothing other than sweet deliciousness.
Her attention was now completely captured by the tall man she was watching in the film as the camera panned lower and she was finally able to see his own lust-swollen penis as it jutted straight out from the matted thick hair on his loins like a huge spear. It was unmeasurable in inches, and big as it was, it was still growing.
"Do you like to watch people performing sexual acts?" he asked, his voice as soothing as the innocent purr of a small, sleeping kitten.
"Yes, oh yes," Karen nodded.
The head of the tall man's throbbing penis looked to be the size and color of a nectarine. It was a brilliant pinkish-orange and it glistened almost ominously as it slowly moved toward the mouth of the girl in the film.
Skillfully now, moving slowly and carefully, Harry inched his gentle but powerful hand between the tenderly soft, white thighs of the naked woman sitting on his lap. Karen had her thighs squeezed together at the moment and she was aware of his moving hand. With each rapid breath now, the marshmallow succulence of her well-sucked breasts melted into the features of his shadowed face. Her brown nipples were as stiff as spikes, growing out of their equally brown, puffy surroundings like tiny clitorises eager to be sucked.
Harry Greco was laughing silently to himself as he fondled her. He had enjoyed quite a few women in his lifetime, and though this one was erotically superior to most of the others, she was pretty much the same as they. All women were basically alike. Even the frigid ones he had fucked had responded to seeing other people making love. Some responded erotically, others responded disgustedly, but they all responded, and as long as there was some response, it meant there was some kind of life in the woman waiting to come out. Well, he had this one, now. She was totally hypnotized by what was happening on the screen, and she was not only something for him to play with, but a willing subject at this point.
The tall man in the movie standing before the redheaded woman reached out and cruelly tangled his fingers in the rich color of her luxuriantly shining red hair, twisting strands around his fingers. He yanked her head back viciously. His other hand suddenly shot forward and backhanded the beautiful woman across the face. It was a jarring blow that would have sent her sprawling had he not had a firm grip on her hair.
"Look at his cock," Harry laughed at Karen, whispering in her ear. "Does it look any different?"
"My God! It's grown even bigger," the lovely brown-haired woman gasped, staring.
"I figure this guy must be some kind of a sadist, and hurting women is his bag. With me, you don't have to worry, honey. I don't believe in causing pain."
Karen's trembling, vibrating ass cheeks, rubbing nakedly against the equally naked but considerably hairier thighs of Harry Greco, began writhing and squirming very nervously. She was well aware that Harry's already large cock was swelling even larger beneath her thighs, pulsing and quivering, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before he used it on her.
Curiously enough, the longer she stayed with Harry, the more she was enthralled by him, even knowing he was something of a sadist, himself. Perhaps it was the thrill of being with what she believed was a truly evil man, and feeling the way her being there made his penis swell and enlarge and grow as it pressed against her naked flesh made her enjoy everything all the more.
Her eyes returned to the movie once again to see what was happening. She saw the giant of a man grip his glistening gargantuan shaft at the hair-covered base, and then he began rubbing the thick penis back and forth. The penis at which she was now staring was circumcised, and so it looked different from Harry's. The man was rubbing the tip against the redheaded woman's face, smearing his colorless oils all over her cheeks and eyelids for a moment. After awhile he began rubbing it against the full pout of her rich, red lips, making them shine even more brightly with the colorless nectar he was smearing over them. Her eyes opened wide, but not with fear. The redhead was looking at the throbbing cock with desire written all over her face.
"My God!" Karen gasped, staring. "She actually enjoys being treated that way."
At that point, suddenly, miraculously, the orange-pink head of the giant's throbbing cudgel popped itself between the hungrily straining lips of the lovely redhead. Somehow, the sight of such a thing sent a violent shudder of rippling ecstasy charging up and down Karen's quivering spine. Lord! It was exciting watching the helpless redhead being totally dominated by the giant. It was more than exciting. It was delightfully thrilling. Yes, the girl on the screen was being subjected to a force she was unable to resist, just as she, Karen, was far beyond being able to resist doing whatever it was that Harry wanted her to do.
"Look, Karen," Harry said, laughing. "See how the girl actually enjoys what she's doing. Yes, she enjoys it."
Harry's lasciviously seeking hand was rubbing her soft, tingling cunt at the moment, massaging, rubbing, poking and probing with a slow, lingering delight. Two of his delving fingers began to part the silken tufted brown curls covering her mons veneris. "Harry ... I don't know ... what are you ..."
"Stop worrying and relax," Harry told her. "I'm going to make you happy, honey," he rasped brokenly in her ear. "I'm going to finger this sweet pussy of yours. You'll like that, won't you? You'll like having me touch you while you watch that girl on the screen suck on that large man's throbbing cock."
Oh Lord! Karen didn't know what to do or say. She was on fire. She knew it was wrong to continue this way. At this point she wasn't thinking about her job any longer. All she knew was she was inextricably caught up in this, and there was no longer an easy way out. Even if she'd had no job to worry about, she would want to continue.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ...do it, Harry, do it! Finger my cunt!"
Harry Greco softly chuckled to himself as he slowly felt between her luscious thighs, carefully pressing his extended middle finger very, very slowly into the heated den that was Karen's seethingly heated vagina. Her vaginal membranes automatically responded, tightly wrapping themselves around the finger, and he slowly sank it deeper and deeper, realizing that in spite of all the fucking, her cunt was still as tight as the proverbial drum.
With his thumb he reached between her sucking cuntlips and felt for, finally finding her clitoris, feeling it wetly slip forward as the ball of his thumb massaged the extended bubble. Now he had his middle finger sinking to its entire length inside her, reaching ever deeper until it was in to the depth of his palm. Then, when he was certain his finger was securely lodged inside her, he added a second finger to the first.
"Keep watching to movie, Karen," he told her. "I want you to especially notice the way she takes that cock between her lips, much the way you took the cigar between yours. Look at the way saliva is drooling from the corners of her mouth. Do you know why she's drooling that way? It's because his cock is so thick there's no room for anything else in her mouth." He was speaking slowly, deliberately, almost whispering into her ear, watching the effect his words were having on her.
Karen stared, unable to believe any woman would suck a man's penis, yet there was the visual evidence, before her eyes. It was a real penis, too, not some kind of dildo.
Long delicious minutes slowly passed, and Harry's moving fingers had churned the oils in her shuddering cunt into a virtual froth. The lovely girl in the movie continued sucking strongly on the tall man's thickly throbbing phallus, sometimes able to swallow her own saliva, and sometimes unable to do so, letting it dribble down the sides of her neck. The cock was sinking deeper and deeper into her mouth, and Karen realized the length of it was so enormous, that more than was able to fit into her mouth was going in, which meant only one thing: the redheaded woman was sucking the penile head and some of the shank into her throat.
She watched the asscheeks of the tail man tighten and snap together as he pushed his cock as far into the other woman's throat as possible, her lips pressed right against the base of his pelvis. Then he began jerking and twitching, and Karen realized he was coming. Although the redhead continued sucking, she wasn't able to suck fast enough, and white semen began dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
"Oh God!" Karen gasped, staring wide-eyed. She had never seen anything like this before, and she found it very stimulating.
"Like it, Karen?" Harry asked. "Tell me, don't you wish you were sucking a big fat cock like that? Imagine having a big, hard penis, oozing lubrication and then firing semen. Do you know it's possible for you to come simply by rubbing the head of a cock into your throat. Look at the redhead and see the throes of ecstasy into which she has gone. You can enjoy the same thing, Karen. Think about it!"
"Please!" Karen gasped. "Please ... Harry ... I can't watch anymore." Her mind was swimming and her brain was reeling and she knew she wouldn't be able to contain herself much longer.
Karen covered her eyes with her two hands, afraid to look and she began panting heavily. She was betraying herself, letting the man know how much the sight of all this was getting to her. She had to somehow or other snap herself out of all this, or she would be totally lost, like Harry and Kathy.
Her insistence on self-control was very short-lived, however. Before she realized exactly what was happening, she suddenly found herself flat on her back on the sofa with the happily beaming Harry Greco glowering over her, his face shining in the white light of the projector. He held his hand out to Kathy, and Kathy, seemingly knowing what he wanted, slapped something into it.
"Ah, here it is, washed nice and clean after being buried in Kathy this morning," he said.
Karen's hands were lying limply at her side at the moment, and she realized Harry was holding the dildo Kathy had brought. Lying down, looking straight up at it, she thought it looked even longer than she had remembered. It was gigantic, a plastic rubbery penis of immeasurable length and breadth with a grip at the end of it, and a vibrating switch. No, there was more than one switch. She hadn't noticed the other one, earlier.
"Oh no ... no ... Harry, you aren't going to use that on me ... oh no ... please ... have a heart!"
At this point she was convinced the man was totally insane, but did he have to try killing her with that instrument to prove it? Even if she had seen Kathy's vagina swallow up the full length of the monstrous instrument, she was convinced she would never be able to take such a length inside her own body.
She stared, her eyes wide open, her mouth wanting to loudly scream as the giant plastic artificial penis came slowly forward. She felt its brutal size and strength teasing the tender opening of her quivering, shivering vagina.
"Stop worrying," Harry assured her. "Kathy took it all, and you will, too. I made sure Kathy greased it extra-heavily for you. I don't want you to suffer pain."
Karen lay there, feeling totally helpless in the power of that throbbing olisbos. Harry was once again about to get his way.
The artificial penis came relentlessly forward, spreading the soft lips of her tender pussy, opening them wider and wider in a tight, but perfect circle as they automatically wrapped themselves around the dildo head. The gigantic organ continued to spread her soft cuntlips as the massive rubbery point continued burrowing deeper and deeper into her, aided by the oil with which Kathy had covered it, as well as her own oils, pouring out of her as she realized her body was throbbing with excitement. The interior walls of her tender vagina were being spread wide, and yet not quite as wide as when Harry had probed into her cunt with his own cock.
With a smooth, wet sluicing sound, the solid penis-like piece of rubbery plastic slowly slid into the depths of her seething pussy, and the lips of her tender vagina stretched taut and white. They looked like rubber bands as they wrapped themselves around the artificial cock. Slowly the thick length of it began sliding in and out as Harry's hand continually manipulated the full length of the thick organ.
The teasing voice of Harry Greco reached into her conscious mind, shattering the reverie the probing cock had already begun building in her as it continued sinking and sliding between her tender thighs. "You're going to love this almost as much as you like my cock," Harry said, laughing. "Almost as much!"
She moaned and groaned aloud as the plastic penis continued slithering in and out of her tender pussy, seemingly fucking deeper and deeper into her each time it drove forward. She continued sighing and moaning as she realized that even though its texture was not quite the same as Harry's cock, it did feel good. She groaned again, her shuddering body wracked with a totally helpless feeling, seeing stars and begging him to slow down when she was able to speak between breaths.
In answer to her pleading cries, Harry smiled and kept on increasing the depth and rhythm of the cadently fucking plastic instrument while, with his free hand, he began caressing her breasts, teasing and tickling her nipples. A tremendous growing sense of lewd licentiousness and thrilling pleasure combined deep inside her quivering, shuddering belly, rising to meet and mingle with the hesitation she had been feeling. Gone was the last vestige of her previously sheltered life.
With a final thrusting jerk forward, the throbbing dildo plunged all the way home as she felt it press into the rear of her trembling vagina. Karen moaned a deep, low, gasping moan at the momentary driving pressure. Scores of stars, like multi-colored pin wheels of sparkling light danced in front of her face and she blinked her widely open eyes as she saw the huge, massive penis inside her, its realistic-looking shaft glistening with her heavy vaginal moisture, as well as with the remnants of the lubricant with which Kathy had covered it. Each time it retracted from her, the lips of her soft vagina peeled outward, moving with it, rolling back and revealing parts of her tender internal vaginal flesh as it did so. Then, once again, the huge, massive artificial cock would once again plunge right back into her, rolling ends of her chocolate-brown pubic curls with it. The tempo and the speed continued to increase, and Karen found herself unable to protest because she was fighting for her breath with each inward stroke.
Her strength and inner resistance totally broke down as the heavy dildo began pumping in and out even more swiftly. Faster and faster it moved, longer than any real penis, though not quite as thick as Harry's, and Karen knew Harry would be able to keep this up all afternoon, unless his hand got tired. It was impossible to stop the organ or fight the feelings it was building in her, so she did the best thing she was able to do; she relaxed. She winced each time it sank home, feeling the heavy pressure of its length, also feeling an evil kind of enjoyment, a tactile, lascivious and devilish enjoyment as the artificial penis continued fucking into her, causing an animal sound to escape from the depths of her gasping throat. She moaned and whimpered, thrilled all over again. She stared with widely glazed eyes, watching the massive dildo continually slithering in and out of her obscenely stretched vagina, jerking the lower half of her body back and forth. Gasping for air, the helpless Karen was beginning to feel a wild pleasure completely beyond description.
There was no soreness, no hurt, just pleasure, delightful pleasure, and she sighed with rapturous thrills. Except for the thickness of Harry's cock, the dildo felt better than anything she had ever known, though she had to admit the tongues of Harry and Kathy had also felt good against her vagina.
She was trapped, helplessly, wonderfully trapped, and the throbbing, moving dildo drove solidly into her with such overpowering force that her full breasts leaped up and down lasciviously and his fingers, pulling on her nipples sent quivering thrills shooting through her aching loins where the huge phallus was preparing to slam itself into the seething depths of her cunt all over again.
A loose, wanton smile formed on her wet lips, and she felt herself straining forward to accept the next long, inward stroke as Harry's hand holding the plastic penis increased its driving tempo. She felt thrillingly wild, drifting as if abandoned, a totally wanton and salacious woman able to thoroughly enjoy everything that was happening to her. She slammed her hot cunt back at the rubber penis and Harry smiled, gloating, knowing he had really brought out the animalistic desires in this woman.
With his mouth next to Karen's ear, Harry softly whispered, "Are you really enjoying it, Karen? Tell me, I want to know."
She softly moaned, sighing, then finally said, "Oh yes, yes, yes, do it some more!"
"I'm glad you can appreciate what I'm doing for you," he said to her.
Heavily perspiring, her teeth tightly gritting, her face lined and twisted with licentious desire, she gasped as the thrusting tempo increased and her eyes began rolling in her head and her mouth fell open. Low moans continually issued from the depths of her gasping throat.
"Do you like this as much as you like my cock?" Harry asked, deliberately taunting her.
Her mouth was hanging wide open, saliva falling from her lips and her head lolled from side to side as her mind continued whirling and spinning and she kept on gasping as the great false penis continued plunging into her. She felt her body shuddering and quivering in anticipation as she felt the orgasm starting to build inside her.
"Answer me!" Harry insisted.
She shook her head and said, "No ... uhhh ... Harry ... it's good, but not as good."
"Not as good as what?" Harry asked, his voice a soft whisper she was barely able to hear. "Say it, Karen! I have to hear it! I have a big ego and it needs constant satisfying. Say it, honey."
"Not as good as your cock," she gasped.
"So you think I have a good cock, huh."
"Yes!" she gasped.
"Tell me about it."
"Wonderful cock!" she gasped. "Wonderful, wonderful cock! Feels so good inside me, so hot, makes me feel so secure ... uuunnhh! Best thing in the world."
"You'd better remember that in the future, when you start fucking with other men, honey. Harry Grecopoulous has the best cock in the whole world. Hell! I'm not only doing you a favor by helping you with the work in the office, but I'm doing you a favor by fucking you."
"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped.
"Do you want my cock?" he asked.
"Oh yes!" she nodded.
"Well you're going to get it," he told her, and while one hand continued pushing the dildo in and out of her seething vagina, he gripped her hair with his other hand and forced her open mouth down, down, down until it slid right over his thickly throbbing cock.
The orgasm blasted straight through the shuddering woman and she gagged out, "UUUURRRRCCCCHHHHGGGGUUUUMMMMPHHH ... AAAAUUUUWWWWKKK ... CCCHHHGGGLLLPHHHNNNGGGHHH!"
Harry had intended making it a long, slow blowjob, but the enjoyment of all this was too much for him, and the moment her lips surrounded his penile head, he shouted, "EEEEYYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ... AAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
He began firing small gouts of sperm his body was manufacturing into her mouth, and without realizing what she was doing, Karen hungrily swallowed it all. Then she simply fainted with the cock still in her mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy was amazed at the stamina shown by Harry. He had climaxed four times in two days, twice this day alone, and after some rest he always seemed as good as new. True, he needed a little more rest between forays each time, but he always seemed to bounce back as strong as ever. Following what he did with Karen during the movie, he rested the balance of the afternoon.
That evening, Kathy did the cooking. She made beefsteaks for all, and finding some vitamins in one of the kitchen cabinets, she gave Harry a handful, taking a few herself.
Karen, who had been worn to a frazzle her first night with Harry, now seemed to thrive on sex. The more she got, the stronger she seemed to become.
Harry had said something about her having some kind of oral orgasm, but he had come so quickly in her mouth, all she'd had was the vaginal orgasm produced by the dildo. She was curious if it was really possible for a woman to climax simply from sucking a man's cock, and she spoke to Kathy about it.
"Sure it's possible," Kathy told her. "The first night I came here, while you were asleep on the bed, Harry had me go down on him, and while he was shooting down my throat, I came. Those oral climaxes are just as strong as the vaginal kind. They radiate throughout the whole body, but they start in the throat rather than the vagina. Hell! You don't need a real cock to have one. You can do it with the dildo, if you have a mind to."
"Uhhhhh ... no, no, I'd rather not," Karen told her. "You know, if Harry tries to go back on his word after this, I'll castrate him with a rusty razor."
"Don't worry," Kathy assured her. "He'll keep his word."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"We might have a little trouble," Harry said to the two girls.
"What's the matter?" they asked.
They were sitting in the living room wearing bathrobes, and Harry had gotten dressed and had gone out for awhile. He had just returned, and it was starting to get dark out.
"It's Ed Lancer."
"Ed, from the office?" Kathy asked.
"Yeah, I saw him nosing around outside. For the life of me I can't figure out what he's doing here, but he's here, and he's been trying to peek into the house to see what's going on."
"He must have seen Karen following you home, the way I did," Kathy told him. "You know, I can kind of get rid of him, but if I do, I want your help in becoming a processor."
"What do you have in mind?" Harry asked.
"You have a closed-in backyard, surrounded by hedges," Kathy told him. "None of your neighbors can peek in there, but from the top of the house, the attic window, you can look down into the yard and see just about everything, right?"
"Right," Harry nodded.
"Well, if I have your word that you'll back me in becoming a processor, I'll seduce Ed. Hell! With me here, it'll never occur to him Karen is also here."
What Kathy also didn't say was, with her seducing Ed Lancer, she would also get Ed's backing for the job of processor. However both Harry and Karen wanted to prevent Ed from finding out that Karen was there. Otherwise Ed might have some kind of hold over the two of them.
"You have a deal," Harry told her.
Putting on some clothing, Kathy sneaked out the back door and Harry and Karen went up to Harry's attic. There was a little attic window overlooking the backyard, just wide enough for the two of them to look out together without being seen by anyone outside. Harry had the foresight to turn on all the floodlights in the backyard before going upstairs.
Harry opened the window a little so the two of them would be able to hear what was going on. A few minutes later, they heard the gate opening and closing, and both Kathy and Ed were in the yard.
"I'm telling you," Kathy was saying, "I was here earlier, and Harry was all alone. I only came back to ask him about some work I forgot to mention earlier, especially since the quarterly audit is coming up."
"Yeah, well Harry never has anything to worry about when it comes to the audits," Ed was saying. "It's Karen who has to sweat. If she stays as far behind as she is now, I might have to talk to O'Dwyer about firing her."
Karen shuddered, realizing her worst fears were coming true. She needed Harry's help more than ever, now.
"So why should you care if Karen is here or not?" Kathy asked.
"Well," the long, lanky, almost emaciated Ed replied, running fingers through his stringy brown hair, then stroking his angular jaw, "let's just say it galls me that she should go to Harry for help instead of putting out for me, first. If she gave me some action, I would've found a way to help her."
"Oh come on, Ed," Kathy teased. "If you want action you don't have to go to a Miss Purity like Karen. There are lots of other women more than willing to do things with a nice-looking guy like you."
"Yeah," Ed said. "Well name one."
"Me, for instance," she said, sitting down on the fresh spring grass, drawing her knees up to her chest and clasping her arms around them.
"She's a real champion when it comes to seduction," Harry whispered to Karen. "One of the things I like about you is your air of innocence. I hope you never change."
"Why are you coming after me?" Ed asked. "I'll bet a girl like you get's all the action she wants. Hell! You're good looking. No man in his right mind would have trouble raising an erection for you."
"Do you think you'll have any trouble?" Kathy asked, teasing.
"Well we can go somewhere ..."
"Here ... now!" Kathy insisted, patting the grass beside her. "I got no answer when I rang Harry's doorbell a few minutes ago. He told me he was going out for the evening. This being the case, we'll be all alone here, and it's a nice night. Come on, Ed."
"You asked for it," he said, sitting beside her.
Kathy lay back, looking directly at the attic window as if able to see the expressions on the faces of the two onlookers. The air was filled with the smell of honeysuckle and roses, and the blonde was feeling daring.
Reaching up, she cupped the back of Ed's head with one hand and drew him down to her moistly parted lips. He kissed her, poking at her tongue with his, and he quivered at he realized she had reached over and was rubbing his crotch with her other hand. His cock swelled, getting as hard as it was able to as her fingers tightly squeezed it.
Kathy's mouth tasted sweet and fresh to Ed. She'd had the foresight to take some mints from a small dish in Harry's living room, and now Ed's tongue was active in her mouth. He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the fact that she hadn't bothered slipping on her brassiere. He began fumbling with her rose budded nipples. When he touched one of them she moaned and rubbed his thick cock a bit harder, now starting to fumble with his zipper so she was able to free his cock.
Ed took his hungering mouth from hers so he was able to lower his head and swirl his tongue around the sweet circumference of her right nipple while his hand continually rubbed the other swollen breast. Kathy arched her back upward as if compelled by the movement of his tongue and lips. He sucked on her nipple with surprising expertise as Kathy continued tugging at his cock, getting it rock-hard. Then he moved his mouth to the other nipple, giving it equal oral adoration.
Pleasure and excitement continued seeping into her body, and Kathy smiled silently to herself, inwardly congratulating herself for thinking to seduce Ed. Between him and Harry, she was going to go a long way at Parasol Insurance.
Ed took a long time with her rounded breasts, covering them again and again with wet, tonguey kisses. At the same time he put a hand on her pussy, wanting to feel it getting nice and moist.
Harry cursed inwardly. He was sorry he hadn't brought a camera with him. Pictures like these would have made great leverage if and when he ever needed it.
Getting Kathy's cunt wet seemed to be the easiest thing in the world. All Ed had to do was touch her between her thighs. The lovely blonde moaned and her vagina filled with lubrication. She began unbuttoning Ed's shirt and teased his muscular chest with her fingertips. His hard, sculptured body excited her almost as much as his penis.
"You've got breasts too," she said, admiring the solidity of his pectoral muscles.
"Not exactly," Ed said, reddening.
Ed got to his feet and hurriedly took off his clothing, putting everything on a lawn chair in a heap. At the same time Kathy wriggled out of her own clothing. The way she was lying, with her slender legs slightly bent at the knees, and her arms folded across her belly made her look like a Greek statue of Venus that ought to have been standing.
The line of her lovely body were a series of swooping curves, delicately retreating from her breasts and curving down to a narrow waist. Her hips flared slightly into perfectly tapered legs, and her soft pussy was a lovely little nest of curly, golden hairs. They glistened in the floodlights.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
"What do you think?" Ed asked, almost leering.
"I think we're going to fuck like bunny rabbits."
"Nothing like a real woman who knows what she wants," Ed said.
"My vagina is available any time, Ed, provided the right cock is looking for it."
"How about that sweet mouth of yours?"
"Why I thought you'd never ask," she said, impishly,
Getting up onto her knees, she leaned over Ed's body and held onto his thighs with her hand while lightly drawing circles and lines with the tip of her tongue all over his flesh. Then she moved her head upward, sticking her tongue out as far as possible, allowing herself to trace the length of the urethra in the underside of his cock from the base to the head.
Kathy began tonguing the head until it glistened brightly, shining in the brilliance of the yellow lights. Opening her mouth she took his penis into the warm, dark cavern, slowly moving forward, her jaw muscles tightening and straining. She used her teeth expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Harry, staring down, felt his own cock getting hard. He would have made Karen go down on him, but she was so enthralled, watching what was happening, he figured if she saw how happily Kathy sucked Ed's cock, when he made her go down on him again, she would do it with no qualms whatsoever, and he wouldn't have to build up to it as he had with the movie.
Kathy's nostrils widely flared as she moved her face faster and faster, her fingernails digging into his thighs. Then she took his throbbing cock out of her mouth and covered it with puckering kisses, moving her lips down to his testicles. She licked them all over, then sucked them, one at a time, into her mouth, feeling thrilled at his prickly pelvic hairs touching her cheeks.
"You really don't hold back, do you," Ed said.
"Bend over and I'll show you just how far I'm willing to go," she said to him, running her tongue across her lips.
Ed did exactly as she told him, pointing his buttocks in her direction, resting his hands on his knees, and lowering his face almost to the ground. Kathy moved behind him and began widely spreading the cheeks of his ass. She leaned forward with her tongue extended, and slowly rimmed his asshole at the edges.
Ed gasped and panted as he felt the beautiful blonde suddenly mash her lips solidly against him, forcing the tip of her tongue against his sphincter. She wiggled it around inside him while her lips continued sucking his anal edges.
The blonde held him in that embrace for the longest time, at the same time allowing the excitement to build in her body. Her vagina was already quivering strongly as she finally leaned back, panting heavily.
"How was that?" she asked, lying down on the ground and widely spreading her thighs apart. One of her hands went down to her vagina, and her middle finger plunged into her wet slit.
"It'll do!" Ed gasped, and Harry wished he'd known how orally talented she was, earlier.
As Ed let himself stretch out between her lovely thighs with his tongue kissing her loins, a small breeze suddenly made the surrounding bushes rustle a little, and Harry made up his mind when this was over, he was going to give Karen another fucking to within an inch of her life.
"You're a guy who seems to want just about everything," Kathy laughed as Ed continued playing with her soft pussy, gently pinching the pink folds.
"By the time I get through with you," Ed told her, "you're going to be one very satisfied little girl."
"Oh? I hope you can prove what you say and it isn't a lot of hot air."
Ed pushed his hands under the rounded bowls of the lovely girl's buttocks and hoisted her up, just a little. Then he began kissing her, running his tongue up and down the tenderness of her coral slit, tasting her, and all the while smelling the sweetness of her tender thighs and vaginal opening. She had washed her cunt just before coming out, and so there was no sign of Harry in it. Her small hands were very soft, and as she began writhing around and around, he found her clitoris and he began hungrily sucking on it.
Desire and pleasure began to eagerly flash through her quivering body. Kathy's hands dug into the soft grass as she began screwing her pelvis around and around and around, her body automatically responding to Ed's delving, probing tongue. He continued lapping at her, getting her seething vagina hotter and hotter. Kathy shut her eyes and allowed the excitement to tingle through her and make her want more and more and more.
His biting teeth provided delicious pleasure-pain as they grated against the tasty softness of her seething pink mound. She moaned, feeling herself already reaching a crisis.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... suck ... suck ... suck ..." she gasped..
So Ed continued hungrily lapping and sucking. He tried drawing her juices out of her canal with his delving tongue and when that failed, he pursed his lips and sucked them from her as one might pull the liquid from a cut peach. Kathy's soft pelvis continued slamming against his face as she felt the inner cream continuing to ooze from her inner recesses, flowing from her seething pussy and running directly into the wide-open mouth Ed was pressing to her pink oriel.
His hands continued gripping her ass tightly as she bucked wildly, her full breasts rolling from one side of her chest to the other.
"YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, shuddering uncontrollably as the first climax swept completely across her. Then her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving a residue of warm, glowing satisfaction inside her coupled with the need for more pleasure to come.
Ed continued hungrily nibbling very gently at the tender folds of her pussy, the taste of her oils thick in his mouth. His cheeks, eyelids and forehead glistened where they had been smeared with heavy doses of her lubricity. Then he lowered her buttocks to the grass and took his head away, licking his lips.
"How about a little fuckee-wuckee," he said.
"Bet you can't fuck me in every hole I've got," Kathy said to him.
"Bet I can, you hot little bitch," he laughed as he stretched his lanky frame out beside her.
"I can take anything you can dish out, Ed. I'm not one of those fragile females who falls apart."
"Roll over then, and I'll give you some cock in the ass."
"Fine! I love it there!"
"Well baby, that's just where you're going to get it."
Watching, Harry's eyes narrowed. He hadn't even thought about fucking Karen in the ass. But hell, it sure was one terrific idea, and he was going to be more than happy to bugger her. But later, not now. Let her see Kathy do it and realize it was possible.
Kathy lay on her side, her knees tucked up against her breasts in a fetal position. Lying behind her, Ed spread her asscheeks apart and placed the tip of his throbbing cock against her tiny asshole.
Karen stared, certain Kathy was going to start screaming and shrieking at any moment. Surely no woman was able to take something as thick as a penis in her rectum. Hell! Even if Ed Lancer's penis wasn't quite as thick as Harry's, it was still thick enough, and it was just about as long as Harry's. Why he would rip the poor woman apart inside.
Ed lay there and slowly began pushing in. He felt her asshole automatically resist him at first, making it difficult for him, pulling the skin on the head of this throbbing cock back so tightly, it hurt. At this point Ed Lancer was not a man to be easily discouraged so he pushed harder, and soon his penis was slowly worming its way into the tightness of her rectal cavity. Kathy knew enough to totally relax, not stopping until his pubic hairs were tickling her asscheeks. Then she tightened her anal grip, breathing heavily and moving her buttocks around a little.
"Jesus!" she gasped. "That's so big!"
"Would you prefer a peanut?" Ed asked.
"How about a banana," she laughed.
Ed's only reply was to rear back, pause for a moment, and then drive his cock into her rear tunnel as hard as he was able. Following the initial thrust he settled down into a comfortable rhythm, swinging his ass back and forth, back and forth.
Her asshole tightly clutched and grabbed at his throbbing cock as the massive organ continued sawing in and out of her body. Kathy's entire torso trembled every time the thick penis penetrated her anal opening, slapping his balls against the cheeks of her ass. He held onto her hips and breathed evenly and deeply.
Little by little Ed Lancer began picking up speed. For leverage, he reached around her body with both hands and tightly gripped her two breasts, pulling her back. He nuzzled his face into the luxurious waves of her soft hair and deeply breathed in the perfume she was wearing. Her neck was a soft, silken curve that he was able to kiss up and down while his hands continued pulling and massaging her two breasts.
Kathy shut her eyes again, concentrating only on the pleasure which was rapidly and abundantly building in her body. She knew if he kept moving his cock in and out of her ass long enough, she would climax again. He was arousing her all the more by jabbing the tip of his tongue into her ear. It was the same tongue that had licked her cunt, and the knowledge made Kathy gasp and shudder all the more.
"Look at her," Harry whispered to Karen, squeezing the brown-haired girl's breasts through her robe. "She's going to come with a cock in her ass."
"Is it possible?" Karen gasped, rubbing her breasts against Harry's squeezing palms.
"You'd better believe it," Harry told her.
Kathy was thrilled and excited. She loved all kinds of fucking, but it had been some time since she had been ass-fucked. She managed to move her buttocks back and forth a bit, trying hard to feel as much cock in her body as possible.
Ed took his hands from her breasts and pressed them flatly against her pelvis and her vagina. The middle finger of his right hand slipped between the soft, fleshy layers of womanly lips, delving into her feminine canal. His thumb found her clitoris and he began teasing it by rubbing the edge of his thumbnail against it. The little nub flared and erected.
"Can you come this way?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I think so," she nodded.
Then the long, lanky man began driving his finger deeper and deeper into her shuddering body, while at the same time his cock continued piercing the narrowness of her anal channel, driving deeper and deeper. Kathy wriggled and squirmed, her panting breath coming in desperate gasps as she got closer and closer to her second climax.
Ed continued banging his body into hers, using his cock in her asshole and his finger in her vagina in tandem. He began creating an unbearable pressure in the lovely woman's breast. Now he put on a burst of speed, hoping it would be enough to carry Kathy over the edge.
He constantly slammed his body into hers, making her shudder and quiver, and then she came again, gasping, "HHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ... AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHUUUNNGG ... HHAAAAGGGHHHH!" into the open night air. To Kathy it felt like stars bursting in her body as relief and gratification sped to every part of her quivering self. She felt elevated, almost airborne as she was carried upward. Her creaming pussy convulsed and splashed oil all over his hand as he continued jabbing his finger in and out of her. Then he began pulling at the sides of her vaginal tunnel, reaming her out again and again, adding to the intensity of her orgasm. As far as Kathy was concerned, this trip to Harry's house was well worth everything.
Kathy heavily overflowed as heated juices began streaming from the depths of her vagina, running into the crevice between her buttocks, leaving all kinds of liquid trails behind. Though she was more than satisfied with the cock in her asshole, her cunt was in dire need of a penis. So far, she had sucked Harry off, had been licked to orgasm by Karen, and had been dildoed by herself. Now it was time for the real thing.
She licked tiny droplets of perspiration from her upper lip as Ed finally took his hand off her vagina and gripped her two breasts, holding the upper part of her back firmly against his chest. The pressure of his palms on her nipples kept Kathy at a high level of excitement in spite of already having had two climaxes.
"You like everything, don't you," Ed stated, not really expecting the beautiful blonde to reply.
Kathy barely heard him at this point. All she was thinking about was the cock that had probed deeply into her tight asshole and the wonderful way she was feeling because of it. Ed might not have been built as thick as Harry, but his enthusiasm really had her charged up. It had her shuddering, because Harry was such a snide son of a bitch, taking everything in stride. Hell! If she'd had any brains, she would have gone to Ed Lancer immediately, even though it meant going over Harry's head. Besides, that sneering rat was paying much more attention to Karen than to her, even though she had demonstrated her greater willingness.
What the hell! Getting angry at this point wasn't going to do anyone any good. She was getting all the cock she was able to handle, at least for the moment. She had been aware of every inch of it as it had passed into and out of the tightness of her asshole. It was still in her asshole, she realized, feeling only the head inside for the moment, and then the whole length. Ed was moving slowly, giving her body a chance to recover from what it was feeling, and she thrilled to the way Ed's hands moved over her body again and again. He touched every part of her body he was able to reach, and the texture of her skin had a remarkably smooth consistency to it. Kathy smiled. The grass tickled her flesh, and the earth beneath her smelled clean and good, and Ed's cock, still rummaging in and out of her rectum, was once again getting her hotter and hotter.
Ed apparently had some kind of thought, a touch of inspiration as it were. He somehow managed to move the arm under her body so that his hand was touching the round smoothness of her shoulder. Then, with a single, sudden movement, he yanked her solidly back toward him, and at the same time he rolled over onto his back so that when the motion was completed, Kathy lay on top of him, her ass still skewered by his length of cock.
He wasn't able to move the prick in and out any longer, but he was able to move his pelvis forward and back a little. The weight of the lovely girl's body on top of him was negligible, and he barely noticed it.
"Anh ... anh ... anh ..." she moaned.
The lovely blonde was like a helpless marionette without strings. Her head continually lolled from one side to the other, her arms hung limply and stretched out perpendicularly to her body and her legs spread wide apart. Ed gripped her breasts tightly and held tightly onto them, waiting for her reaction.
When he found she wasn't moving, he removed his hands from her swollen breasts and tightly gripped her rounded hips. His biceps bulged as he lifted her rounded asscheeks up and held her up. He began spearing his cock into her, now able to move his body up and down a little. Kathy began wriggling, suddenly coming vibrantly to life, her body awakened by the driving length of cock which threatened to split her in two.
The taut muscles in Ed Lancer's arms, neck, and shoulders stood out very clearly as he continued fucking her ass. Never before had Kathy gotten such a complete treatment, and she had to admit, that even if Ed's cock was smaller than Harry's, he was a superior lover. From now on she would be giving a lot of her free time to him. He was a bachelor, which made it even better. What he was giving her now was a lesson in straight, uninhibited fucking she would never forget.
Sensation continued building up in her inner womanly recesses as her vaginal tunnel begged for something to fill it. Kathy continued whipping her head from side to side, her short blonde hair flying every which way, her neck muscles swelling and her breasts quivering and shaking. Her body curved downward now, her crotch being the center. It was as if Ed as offering her tight, fuzzy pussy to the gods as some kind of sacrifice. He was starting to pant, tiring of the motion. He lunged upward at the same moment that his tired hands let go of her and the full length of his cock once again went into the squeezing tightness of her rectum. When the rim of her asshole pressed against his wrinkled scrotum, she had her third orgasm.
"GGGGGHHHHHAA ... AANNNGGGGGGHHHHUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHAANGGHHH!" she coughed as sensation after sensation continued bolting through her shuddering body while lubrication poured from her vagina in thick, overwhelming gushes. She lay back on him now, arching her body, and Ed simply lay quietly beneath her, his hands still firmly cupping her breasts. Only the moving fingers on her mammaries made her aware that Ed had yet to come.
In the otherwise quiet backyard, the sound of the lovely blonde's panting was magnified, and Ed Lancer hoped Harry Greco wouldn't suddenly decide to come home. He also hoped there were no robbers about who might even now be watching them.
Kathy's body was squeezing and convulsing as more of her womanly oils flowed from the sodden depths of her shuddering canal. Her vaginal hair was sopping wet and shining in the yellow of the bright lights, and she felt even more heavy juices gushing out of her when the gasping Ed continued pinching her nipples as she lay on top of him.
"Jesus!" she gasped. "I can't believe any one man is capable of holding out for so long."
"How's the puss feel?"
"It's hot, Ed. In fact, it's never been hotter."
"Okay, then suppose I feed the kitty," he said to her as he rolled her off him onto the grass and tugged his still-stiff cock from her asshole.
Kathy lay on her back and anxiously spread her legs, preparing to receive that nice cock of his in the tunnel where it really belonged.
"Come on," she invited. "Fill me up with that sweet organ of yours and really make me feel good inside, huh."
"That's what the cock is for," he assured her.
"No guy should be able to fuck as well as you can," she said to him.
"It's something I had to work at to learn to do well," he told her. "But I don't get enough of a chance to prove my abilities."
"Well," Kathy said to him, "we'll just have to give you more of a chance in the future."
Kathy reached down and guided the head of his cock to the entrance of her seething vagina and raised her legs high in the air. Up above, in the attic, Harry was now plugged into Karen's cunt from the rear, looking at the tableau below over her shoulder as he fucked her. He had to admit, watching someone else fuck while fucking this sweet little piece of ass made everything that much more thrilling for him.
Ed Lancer slowly eased his cock into Kathy's tight tunnel. The pretty blonde girl sucked in her breath sharply as she felt cock everywhere. It was a perfect fit.
The large, bulbous tip of his penis spread apart the walls of her vaginal canal. The upper part of his penis rubbed against her clitoris for an instant before sinking all the way into her, and then his pubic hair massaged the red little button, stimulating it to flaming excitement. Kathy tightly wrapped her full thighs around the man's slender waist as he started pushing his thick prick in and out of her.
Ed's buttocks rose and fell swiftly as he buried the full length of his cock into Kathy with each forward thrust. Christ!
Kathy banged her pelvis upward, doing her best to extract the maximum amount of pleasure from the pressure of his hard cock delving into her vagina. The entire length of her vaginal interior was being delightfully drubbed by his cock.
Ed's heavy balls continued slapping against her perineum as he continued lunging his full length in and out of her. He dug his toes into the grass and lifted himself up, supporting himself on the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet. His stomach muscles were taut and rigid, looking much like the ribs of an old-fashioned washboard as he separated his chest from hers.
By lifting himself up, he found he was able to penetrate even more deeply into Kathy. Many a game has been won or lost because of a matter of a fraction of an inch. As far as Kathy was concerned, the last fraction of an inch that Ed punched into her seemed to make all the difference in the world.
Pinpricks of seething pleasure continually accentuated the lovely lady's pleasure. She caressed her breasts, adding another dimension to what she was already experiencing. Looking down between her legs, she saw the glistening length of cock as it withdrew, continually moving, exiting, then re-entering her body, bringing with it a myriad of sensations.
Kathy ran her hands up Ed Lancer's arms, reaching for his shoulders and keeping them there. She slowly moved her head from side to side.
"UUUYYYUUUNNN ... AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHUUNNGGHHH!" she gasped. "MY GOD! I'M COMINNNNNG AGAINNNNN ... UUUNNNHHH!"
Ed Lancer was amazed at the woman's capacity to reach so many climaxes in so many ways. Hell! She was the kind of pussy with which he ought to be able to amuse himself for a long time to come. All he had to do was see to it she advanced a little in the company, making sure she stayed beneath him at all times, and then he would be able to keep her physically beneath him at all times. He knew she would be putting out for others in the meantime, but he wasn't looking for a permanent relationship. He just needed someone to occasionally take away the loneliness.
Now he began putting on a sudden burst of speed, slapping the full length of his throbbing cock into her as hard and as fast as he was able to move. The lovely girl felt as if she were spiraling upward as her vagina dilated and her vulva contracted, tightly squeezing Ed's cock all the harder. The pressure and the added fluids coming from her vagina built a lather in her tunnel that came out and washed over his balls and pelvis as she continued overflowing, streaking her asscheeks with the hot, sticky lines of colorless fluid.
She closed her eyes now so nothing would distract her from enjoying herself. Ed continually grunted, then slowed down a little. Then he moved his buttocks to the side and changed the angle of his penetration so the tip of his penis was rubbing against another wall of her seething cunt, far back in the secret, innermost recesses of her squeezing pussy.
Pleasure built upon pleasure as one climax after another continued shuddering through Kathy's body, and her energy slowly drained out of her.
Ed now let himself down and lay on top of her, feeling the buttons of her delectable nipples rubbing into his own body. He mashed his hungry mouth against hers, and Kathy's tongue speared out and eagerly and anxiously caught his. She dueled with him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, crushing him all the more firmly against her.
Ed's driving cock kept up a steady tattoo in the depths of the sweet blonde's shuddering pussy. Her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving behind a feeling of thrilling exciting security she had never before known with any one man, and the feeling was reinforced every time Ed sent his fleshy spear hurtling into her tunnel.
Kathy, exalted delightfully in the pleasure she was feeling, taking everything the man had to give her, eager for more, willing to do anything and everything to increase her enjoyment, fucked back wildly. She pulled her lips from his and panted, breathing heavily as she sucked in air. Now Ed rolled over so they were once again lying on their sides, only this time facing one another.
Kathy draped her leg across Ed's waist as the long, lanky man reached around with his finger and slowly buried it in the depths of the asshole his cock had only recently plundered. She felt his thick penis continuing to move in and out of her shuddering cunt, stretching her flesh as his finger continued inflaming her asshole with burning pleasure.
Ed's balls were starting to stir in their protective sac. He wasn't wearing any kind of condom, and he had no idea what Kathy might use for protection, so he didn't want to risk coming in her vagina. Kathy didn't give it a thought, herself, and continued banging into him, her excitement intense and deep. Pleasure prevailed and the lovely girl was its willing servant and slave.
"I ... uhhh ... want to come in your mouth ..." he gasped.
"Yes," she panted. "The way you've made me feel tonight, you can come anywhere in or on me."
Ed smiled. In his own gentle way he had completely dominated this blonde girl. He pulled both, his cock and his finger out of her. The head of his penis was still dripping with the beautiful blonde's heavy lubrication. His inner thighs and balls were lathered with her thick juices. She lay there on her back, her thighs still spread, her vagina electrically alive. He straddled her, sitting on her breasts, his crotch hovering over her face.
"Clean me off, first," he insisted. "Lick my thighs and my balls."
As if Kathy had to be told to do such a thing. Her little pink tongue snaked out and she ran it all over his testicles, thrilling as she tasted her own fluids on his flesh. When she had lapped his balls until there wasn't a trace of oil left, she slowly ran her tongue up the length of his penis, taking her time, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing.
Ed watched as the blonde girl made all kinds of little whimpering sounds, her hands resting on his thighs. Her tongue was lingering on the head of his throbbing cock. She paused occasionally to swallow, admitting to herself she liked the way his flesh tasted.
Then she licked the full length of his prick up and down, covering it with kisses. Ed moved back a little and took the penis away from her. Gripping his hard cock at its hairy base, he slowly drew the head across her pretty pink lips, teasing her, as if knowing exactly what it was Kathy liked.
When he thought the blonde girl was ready, he pressed forward and down, his penis slowly disappearing into her mouth. It moved deeper and deeper, and when it got to her throat, it kept moving, sliding past the ring of her gullet into her pharynx. Kathy wiggled around in her excitement, well aware of what his cock was doing in her mouth. It was there to ejaculate, to give her the final taste of him.
He began fucking her lovely mouth slowly, carefully, plunging in deeply every time, the head of his penis digging into the back of her throat again and again. Kathy tightly squeezed the organ with her lips. Her hands caressed his testicles as she did her best to make the man reach his own satisfaction.
Ed shut his eyes and held himself in check as long as he was able to do so. Then he felt his balls suddenly go numb and he squirted into her, bellowing, "EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNN ... GGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUUGGGHHHH!"
His bellows drowned out the gasps coming from the attic as Harry fired almost no liquid at all into Karen's cunt while the both of them reached their own orgasmic peaks.
Kathy drank and drank, somehow managing to swallow all of the sperm Ed was unleashing, and when it was all over, she rolled off him and lay there while Ed got up and dressed.
"Can I take you home?" he asked.
"No," she said. "You go ahead. I have my own car here."
CHAPTER NINE
It was Sunday morning, and Harry, Karen, and Kathy all slept late. Their activities of the previous day had drained a lot of their strength and they were recuperating. It wasn't until eleven-o'clock that they stirred and each took a turn in the bathroom enjoying a long, hot shower.
Karen was the last one in and out of the bathroom, and when she emerged, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her, Harry and Kathy, both naked, were talking.
"Yes, I did have a ball last night," Kathy was telling him. "As far as I'm concerned, he's just as good at fucking as you."
"No one's as good as I am," Harry insisted.
They went into the kitchen and whipped up a quick breakfast with Kathy and Harry arguing the entire time. It was when breakfast was over that Kathy said, "Hell! You keep thinking you're the best thing with a cock. Well to tell you the truth, Harry, I think if I had a cock I'd be one helluva lot better than you."
"Bullshit!" Harry snapped. "You're full of hot air."
"What we need is the opinion of a third party," Kathy said. Turning to Karen, she asked, "What do you think?"
"How would I know something like that?" Karen asked, shrugging, knowing no matter what answer she gave she would offend someone.
"Well I know a way of finding out," Kathy insisted.
"Really?" Harry asked. "Just how do you intend doing that?"
"Come into the bedroom," Kathy insisted.
The other two followed the blonde girl inside, and they watched as she took out the dildo and detached the penile section of it from the vibrator. She reached into the box in which the dildo had come and took out a leather strap with a loop in the middle. Kathy fitted the base of the dildo through the loop, and then tied the strap around her buttocks very securely, so that it looked as if she had a penis protruding from her pelvis.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Karen asked, shuddering and suddenly very apprehensive. Harry pulled the towel from her body.
"I'm going to fuck you," Kathy said, shrugging.
When she saw the blonde girl moving toward her, her eyes widened in horror. It had been one thing to indulge in all the lesbianic games, but what did Kathy know about using a penis. She had no idea how hard or gentle to thrust, and she might cause some damage in her body. She opened her mouth to cry out, but no sound came out.
Turning to Harry, she hoped he might stop this, but there was a wide leer on Harry's face, and his eyes. This was ridiculous, Kathy wanted to play the part of a man and was actually looking at her as a man might look at a woman. Her hands reached out and touched the trembling body of Karen, and a moment later Kathy was pulling Karen onto the bed, lying beside her, kissing her like a man.
Kathy's warm, wet mouth clamped solidly against Karen's lips as the blonde pushed the helpless brunette backward, making her sprawl clumsily on her back. Panic forced its way into her fogged mind and she quivered feeling a terrible sense of unreality deeply permeate her trembling, disbelieving, shell-shocked consciousness. This was unbelievable. It simply wasn't really happening to her. The lust-crazed person trying to overpower her was a woman who intended acting the part of a lover. This was so ludicrous it was almost funny.
She turned her eyes once again in mute appeal toward Harry, pleading, begging, hoping he would somehow find it in his heart to help her, but Harry was enjoying himself just watching. As far as he was concerned there was nothing strange or frightening happening to the young girl. It was merely a question of letting Karen settle the mild dispute between Kathy and himself.
She was aware of her fearfully quivering, trembling thighs being pulled forcefully apart, and then there was that sensual impact of a probing hand rubbing against her tender flesh. In spite of her revulsion, Karen suddenly felt a thrill of familiar excitement coursing through her at the licentiously lewd and obscene contact. Had Kathy been doing this as a woman making love to a woman she would have been able to accept it that much more easily. The blonde had already begun a gentle stroking of her softly throbbing, tenderly moist vaginal lips, and involuntarily the beautiful Karen found herself willingly opening her trembling thighs to give the man that much easier access to her hungering vagina.
"Looks to me as if she's ready right now," the staring Harry called out excitedly, his anxious eyes solidly glued to the sweet, enticing sight of her succulent pink flesh already trying to gape open in expectation of a penis.
"Hmmmm!" Kathy nodded. "Yes indeed, it is nice and wet ..."
Karen began blushing a bright crimson at the casual comments passing between the two other people in the room. She was so confused. Her brain, knowing Kathy was a female acting the part of a male thought of all this as obscene, and wanted to reject all this. Her body, however, thought nothing to do with sex was obscene, and she really didn't know what to do. She felt so totally mortified and ashamed of all that was happening to her, but at the same time some part of her trembling body was welcoming this terribly outrageous treatment. Karen gasped, feeling an anticipatory flush spreading throughout her trembling body, and then she realized there was a definite softening of her initial resistance.
Karen drew in her breath sharply and quivered when she felt the heatedly throbbing head of the rubbery bit of elongated plastic rigidly nudge her, pressing firmly against the outer folds of her seething, trembling vagina. She was filled with a trembling sense of urgency and expectancy, and little by little slowly allowed herself to drift toward helpless acquiescence. But all the while a warning continued sounding inside her dazed and totally bewildered brain. This wasn't a man about to invade her body. Yesterday, when Harry had used this same dildo, holding it in his hand, it seemed less obscene than looking at it protruding from between Kathy's slenderly white thighs. The dildo had a much more pinkish hue to it than did Kathy's flesh, and for some reason it almost seemed as if the dildo were a real penis attached to Kathy who was some kind of a mannequin. She ought to stop this.
But she suddenly realized it was too late. There was no way for her to retreat, now. The time for screaming resistance, and for struggling against what they wanted to do, was long gone. It was something with which she ought never to have become involved in the first place. Now the need burning inside her had taken such control of her, it was in total command of her cock-hungry body.
With a gasping grunt, Kathy suddenly lurched forward, moving with astonishing vehemence. The giant shaft of the always erect dildo separated her vaginal walls, entering Karen's wetly waiting tight cunt with almost flesh splitting power.
"Ooooonnnngggghhhh!" Karen gasped, the breath totally knocked out of her.
All the air had been slammed from her lungs, and all she was able to do was lie there, helplessly gasping, pinioned solidly to the mattress by the thrustingly deep penetration of the savagely driving dildo. Now, for the first time, Karen felt as if the artificial penis was actually a part of Kathy. Inwardly, she felt as if she had been neatly halved. Her entire interior was completely filled to the bursting point with the heatedly pulsating phallus now embedded so deeply, so far into her cringing belly with that single fearful thrust.
Reaching between her thighs with her hand, Karen realized all she was able to feel was Kathy's hairy cuntlips as the blonde had driven every last inch of the plastic penis into her with that one thrust. She was in to the hilt, and she wasn't waiting for Karen's interior to adjust to the thickness of the organ as Harry always waited. She was unable to actually flex the organ, and it had been separated from the vibrator, so she began pulling it in and out very rapidly, as if trying to make the penis reverberate throughout the brown-haired woman's quivering pussy. Her penis was just too big. Karen was frightened Kathy would accidentally kill her.
At last the blonde girl began to slowly withdraw the artificial phallus, and once again Karen had to grit her teeth against the harshness of the movement. To Karen, it was as if the tender inner membrane or her vagina, tightly clasping around the throbbing phallic plastic was being mercilessly tugged out of her. She was certain when all this was over she would never be able to walk again.
Without preamble, Kathy once again thrust the dildo forward immediately. She drove the thick, artificial piece of rubbery plastic all the way into the heatedly quivering depths of the other woman's pussy once more.
Now Kathy began fucking into Karen rhythmically, establishing an easy movement, her hands holding the helpless woman's hips solidly in place as she swung her thighs in and out, in and out. Karen, to her intense relief, realized the pain was already beginning to fade away as her vagina's natural juices surrounded the throbbing dildo. She was lubricating herself enough to accommodate the thickly rigid shaft of artificial flesh. Of their own accord, Karen's hips began to move, flexing upward, rocking gently, keeping perfect time with the way Kathy was pounding the olisbos into her seething cunt.
Karen's brain was still whirling and churning with all kinds of tumultuous thoughts. Everything had happened so swiftly and unbelievably. While Kathy and Harry had been talking, Karen had not believed they were serious about Kathy actually doing something like this so Karen would be able to make some kind of a judgment. The mere idea of something like this happening to her would never have occurred to her, in spite of the way she had loosened up in the past two days. The truth was, she had come to regard herself as something of a swinger because of what she was allowing to happen to her. But in these past few minutes she realized she would never be able to adopt an attitude similar to that of Kathy. Even if she was a little bisexual, when and if she made love to another girl, it was to be girl-on-girl and not have a girl pretending she was some kind of a man.
This definitely was not the time for any kind of speculation. She had been hurled into the middle of an extremely bizarre situation over which she had absolutely no control whatsoever, and to which, she had to confess, she had been unable to offer any real kind of resistance.
She was being fucked by another woman as if that other woman were a man. It was so ridiculous it would have been funny had she not been personally involved in all this. Meanwhile, Harry was sitting back and looking on with definite avid interest as his own penis began swelling and thickening. Perhaps what was worst of all was the fact that she actually was starting to enjoy the new lewd sensations rippling out of her, charging through her dildo-impaled vagina.
Troubled though her thoughts might be at what was taking place, her body wanted more and more love, and apparently didn't care who was making love to her. Her physical being was responding in the way it had become accustomed to responding in the past two days-with complete, absolute, and total physical submission. Her womanly flesh was actually welcoming the hard initiation of masculinity dominating it, and she found her thighs spreading even farther apart to receive even more of her long, thick phallic imitation. Karen was eagerly sucking it into her vagina, almost warmly welcoming it.
Her anxiously receptive vaginal well now flowered open to hungrily receive the deep, driving, probing thrusts of the fake penis, and she arched her back to fully allow the lust-stiffened shaft of plastic access to the very core of her internal being. The nipples tipping her sensually quivering breasts were now completely erect, and her beautiful, almost girlish face had become suffused with a glow of pleasurable acceptance.
Somewhat belatedly, her conscience once again attempted to cry out a warning to her, telling her that even if this wasn't the man of her dreams, neither was it any kind of man, and therefore this entire thing was an obscenity. It was a woman trying to out masculine a man.
But at this point Karen no longer cared. Woman or man, the individual fucking her was making all kinds of wonderful love to her, and that was all that really mattered.
Harry had been a far better teacher than even he realized. He had taught her love-starved flesh to really respond, and now all those reactions he had awakened in her had become so fine-tuned, that it no longer mattered who her lovemate was.
"UUUU NNNNHHHH ... AAAA nnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud in obvious arousal, totally and completely abandoning herself to the thrilling carnal desire building in her as velvet flames of seething lust continually licked throughout the interior of her wanton body.
Her arms reached up and wrapped themselves very tightly around Kathy's neck, pulling the blonde girl's mouth firmly down to hers. Hungrily, avariciously she met him with eagerly anxious lips and her tongue began darting very greedily between Kathy's even white teeth. She forgot all about Harry being in the room, and she didn't care that he was sitting there, looking at her, laughing to himself so hard he thought his sides would burst.
Karen was getting a greater education than she had initially realized. Harry would keep his word and pull her out of the hole she was in in the office, and she was now free to try out all these newly learned skills on countless other men who she would be dating; men who would be more than happy to make mad, passionate love to her.
But for the moment, the only important person in Karen's world was Kathy. The artificial penis moving in and out of her felt so much like the real thing that her dazed mind, for the moment, was unable to differentiate between it and Harry's penis. She seemed unable to get enough of the solidly virile phallic length of plastic.
Her heatedly lewd words were obscenely rasping from her anxious dry throat, and at this point she was totally transformed by the overpowering strength of her own inner lust. Her brown hair waved from side to side with the movement of her head, and her face had a bright, almost angelic glow to it as she reveled in what she was feeling as pure, sensuous pleasure totally enveloped her again and again.
Karen was so completely and thoroughly enraptured by the shuddering and electrifying thrills of vibrant excitement jolting through her, she was totally unaware of movement on Harry's part. Not only that, but she was unaware he was starting to embrace her. For a brief instant she thought the continually soft, insistent caresses on her nakedly pumping buttocks was something built out of her imagination. But then she realized the feelings were just as real as anything Kathy was doing to her.
Strong fingers continued kneading the fullness of her softly rounded ass flesh, yanking and squeezing, tugging on the two mounds of flesh until they were widely pulled apart.
"Hunh! What? Harry?"
"Yes, it's me, honey. It's time for one final lesson in sex. I mean, you can't really make a fair comparison between the way I fuck and the way Karen fucks unless the two of us fuck you at the same time, right?"
His almost matter-of-fact tone sent a wild chill of foreboding coursing through her vibrantly trembling body, and she did her best to try and pull away from his grasping hands.
"Hey, take it easy, honey," he said to her, his voice almost crooning softly. "Let old Harry get a feel of that nice, round ass of yours ..."
His fingers were already moving in the sensitive crack between the moon shapes of her trembling asscheeks, finally coming to rest on the tight, prune-like pucker of her pretty anal opening. For a brief moment the man hesitated, and then without the least little bit of preliminary, Harry sank his outstretched forefinger into the clenching, squeezing, futilely resisting orifice.
Karen wiggled, by now used to feeling a finger in her rectal opening, and she squirmed back against it because it tightened her vaginal chamber, making everything feel that much better.
Harry was totally oblivious to what she was feeling, caring only for what he was planning to do, and he began screwing his finger deep, deep into the tightly clenching hole of her ass. Thrills of shuddering delight charged uncontrollably through the beautiful brown-haired woman's body and she inwardly wondered just what it was Harry really had in mind. What she was doing with Kathy was nice enough. He didn't have to try and make things any better. She would have preferred it if he had waited his turn.
Harry continued to plunge his forefinger in and out of the tightly resisting anal passage, moving the finger in and out of the dry tunnel, amazed to note how clean the girl managed to keep herself at all times. He was staring down at his moving finger, his eyes bulging with obscene delight as he looked at the deliciously warm softness of her widely spread buttocks. Finally he pulled the finger out, making Karen think he was going to leave her alone, after all.
The young brunette's satisfaction at being left alone by Harry was short-lived. Once more the man's snaky, insidious fingers were crawling over the satin-softness of her roundly naked backside, and now a new, different apprehension began to build inside Karen. There was something wrong. Her mind kept picturing the way Ed had fucked Kathy's ass the previous day, and even though Kathy was still rhythmically fucking in and out between her lewdly splayed thighs with all the force of her body, the lovely brunette was no longer able to concentrate on the delightful tremors of rapture blistering through her. If only Harry would leave her buttocks alone.
Kathy was fucking more and more violently, because the base of the dildo was pressed against her clitoris, rubbing the little organ, building her inner sensations higher and higher. This was another way for her to get off.
Now Karen heard the voice of the man who had taken her maidenhood, and it sounded hoarse but insistent.
"Roll over, honey," Harry was saying to her. "Get ready for your favorite cock because it's about to fuck into you, too."
Karen's trembling body stiffened with fear and revulsion. Just what did the man mean by that? Good Lord! Was he really thinking ... oh God! Did he really expect ... oh no! Not that! Not that! Anything but that! She was certain she would never be able to withstand something like that!
But even as the unspeakable though continued to searingly blast through her troubled and benumbed brain, Karen found herself suddenly being shifted, almost hoisted and turned over, with Kathy somehow slipping agilely beneath her so that she lay on top of the blonde girl, her own heavily swaying breasts now slapping against the upstanding mounds of the beautiful blonde, her nakedly white asscheeks waving defenselessly high in the air. They had reversed positions, but Kathy, expert that she had suddenly become with the dildo, hadn't missed a single stroke. The blonde must have heard what Harry had said. In fact it was obvious she had more than a mere idea of just what it was the man had in mind, and from the smile on her face Kathy seemed amused by it all.
Karen wanted to cry out in objection when she once again felt the rounded and soft spheres of her small, moon shaped ass being violently pried remorselessly apart, and then she quivered in total abject repulsion when she felt the unmistakable probing of the fully erect phallus suddenly pressuring against her narrowly helpless anal crack. She wanted to pull away but found herself incapable of doing so. Karen's slender arms, wrapped very tightly around her hips, held her solidly in place. At the same time Harry's hands were also digging cruelly into the soft, tender flesh of her trembling thighs as he continued to pull her legs farther and farther apart.
A cold shiver of total fear began rippling through her trembling body as the constant nudging against her vulnerable little asshole became more and more insistent. Then, moments later ...
"Ohhhhhhh ... uuunnnnnnhhhhhh ... no-o-o-o-o-o-o ... Haarrrrrryyyy ... she shrieked.
A blinding wave of overpowering torment began to wash over her and she felt as if a white-hot baseball bat was slowly being crammed into the narrow tightness of her close rectum. She writhed and screamed again, "Aaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhhh! You'rrre splitttttinnnnng meeeeee ... aaaannnngggghhhh ... IIIII ... can't stannnnnnd ittttttt ..."
Nevertheless, the incredible agony and pain continued unabated, and Karen realized her tears were falling unheeded onto Kathy's chest, beneath her. She continued gasping, crying and screaming, unable to help herself. The pain, not to mention this new degradation, was all becoming too much for her to bear. Her thighs were swept relentlessly aside as Harry's lust-demented penis continued to force and shove its unnatural way into her tightly resisting anal tunnel just as she had seen Ed fuck into Kathy's ass.
Harry stared down at her, his mouth widely leering in total satisfaction as he stared at the disappearing length of his thick, sodomizing penis sinking deeper and deeper. The sight of the two women fucking together like a man and woman had been too much for him, and even though Kathy hadn't really wanted him to join in, he had been unable to control himself. He knew once they really got going, Kathy would get a kick out of being the "bread" in a sandwich instead of the "filling." He was certain she had been sandwiched by other men. Hell! She was the kind of girl who had probably experienced everything. Each new happening was a new kick to the beautiful blonde.
At last he had embedded his angrily pulsating phallus to the very hilt in the tight, helplessly puckering anal passageway. Oh yeeeeaaaahhhh! She had one nice, tight asshole.
It thrilled Harry to think he had initiated Karen's cunt, her mouth, and now her asshole into sex. She was the first woman who had ever let him use all three orifices. Not even his wife allowed that.
"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhh! Uuuuunnnnhhhh! Ooooohhhhhh! Wwaaaaivwvnow!" Karen sobbed again out loud as Harry finally began to withdraw his lust-thickened shaft. Her tightly clinging anal ring continued to embrace the solid penis like a pair of very tiny lips being forced wide apart.
When only the burgeoning glans of the rock-solid penis was still enclosed by the tight band of her sphincter, he nailed in, driving forward again, sinking it inch by solid inch into her helplessly resisting channel. Methodically he began sawing into the subserviently kneeling, brown-haired woman's narrow little asshole, moving slowly at first, but increasing his speed as her cringing rear channel finally stopped its futile resistance and slowly began to relax.
With each passing second the man was all the more easily able to slip in and out, in and out of her gradually widening hole as his own lubrication made the tunnel that much more slippery, ravaging the buttery warmth of her seething anal depths with newfound delight. He was even able to time his thrusts with those of Kathy, fucking into Karen's cunt from below. It was wonderful. His lust-bloated, throbbing, engorged phallus continued slamming into her rectum as he all but lay on top of her Kathy was hurling her hips upward, impaling Karen's wetly throbbing, sucking cunt on the dildo tied between her thighs. The two pulsating shafts swept into the tightness of her twin passages as one, rubbing against one another through the thinly dividing membrane, constantly buffeting Karen between them in a lusciously lewd sandwich.
The brown-haired woman tried fighting to get some clarity into her confusion-wracked mind. Her vibrating, nakedly aroused physical self was continually tingling with thrilled pleasure as Kathy continued the incredible, lust-inciting fucking with the dildo, while at the same time it was trying to reject the horror of what was happening to her poor, violently ravished rear-end.
But once again the female supervisor was powerless against the building heated desires in her quivering body. Her newly awakened feminine flesh didn't know the bounds to which it would go, her mind once and for all clearing itself of any and all moral restrictions and fetters. Pleasure was building in her, and the only important thing was the enjoyment of it.
To her astonished horror, Karen discovered quite unbelievably that her shamelessly aroused body was starting to vibrantly respond to the crudeness of Harry's anal love-making. The forlorn and defeated conscience in her didn't want to respond, trying hard to make her deny she was feeling pleasure, but she was unable to mentally reject what she was feeling. Her flesh was enjoying itself too much to pay attention to what her defeated conscience was saying, reacting, as usual, in the old primitive way.
Involuntarily the lovely brown-haired woman found she was swinging her fleshy white asscheeks upward, flaring the moons of her softly round buttocks thereby allowing Harry's long and plunging prick full and total access to her openly presented and helpless anus. Karen found herself timing her body's shuddering movements to correlate with both Harry and Kathy, who were both fucking her at the same time, the grey haired man stabbing into her buttocks from behind, his sodomizing, driving strokes ramming far into the bottom of her large intestine while the blonde girl with the dildo strapped to her was fucking into her seething cunt. The two of them were hungrily and avidly watching her, gauging her reactions, but their eyes didn't bother her any longer. All that mattered was the simple fact that she was now able to enjoy any and every kind of physical sexual intercourse, whether it be genital, oral, or anal. All kinds of wildly exciting pleasure was bursting through her shuddering body.
Karen felt as if a revelation had been visited on her, her mind cleared of any and all doubts, fears, and reservations. Just as her body continued reacting in a totally basic, almost primitive manner, so too was her mind not only accepting what was happening to her, but welcoming it.
Karen had come to accept many things in the normal course of events in her life, but it was this which was in a para-normal course which she took to most readily. She had allowed her body to be used initially by a man for whom she would never feel love, yet she had learned to like what he was doing to her in spite of her indifference to the man, himself. She had sucked his cock, and though it hadn't been for any length of time, she had not felt any nausea when doing it, and had hungrily swallowed all he'd had to offer when he had ejaculated into her throat. Not too long ago she would have been totally horrified at the disgusting idea of sucking a man's penis. In two short days she had come a long, long way, so why stop her enjoyment now? Why not enjoy everything her wonderfully alive body was feeling? Fucking was fun-there was no getting around it.
Now the three of them, Karen, Harry, and even Kathy were closely united, all of them wantonly writhing and squirming and rotating and churning as one. The lovely brown-haired woman felt incredibly secure sandwiched between Harry and the blonde-haired Kathy. Her inner being felt physically exalted to heights she had never dreamed of, before. Unbelievable thrilling ripples of shuddering pleasure continually cascaded through her quivering body, loosening every nerve-ending in her helplessly aroused and quivering flesh.
All this was too wildly exciting to be believed, yet she easily accepted it, now. She was being fucked by two people, a man and a woman, and both were fucking her at the same time. Never in her lifetime prior to coming to Harry's house had she ever so much as considered performing such an act, much less actually enjoying it. Yet, here she was, mindlessly excited and thrilled to the very tips of her shuddering fingers and toes as every inch of her hungrily squirming and churning flesh screamed out loud, aching to feel total pleasure, seeking all kinds of heavenly release. Now it was beginning to swarm all over her. She was unable to hold back any longer. The thrilling delight, completely physical, merged and mingled with the almost total wanton mental joy to which she had opened her mind as it surged through her body and brain, uplifting her and making her feel as if she were soaring upward, moving astrally out of her own body. She had finally made contact with her real inner self, and she discovered it was fantastic. Kathy, especially Harry, and even Ed Lancer to some extent were all responsible for the wonderfully thrilling sensations of almost total unbearable pleasure continually ricocheting through her trembling form, and she knew she had to climax shortly or simply explode all over the place.
The orgasm began growing inside her, swelling, enlarging, growing greater and greater, and she threw her head back, resting her skull on Harry's shoulder as he bent over her and continued plunging his cock in her ass as she screamed, "EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGG ... GGGGHHHH-AAAARRRRGG ... GGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAUU UUGGHHWWWWAAAAUUUUGGGG ... HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
Fire licked at her befuddled mind and her brain was whirling around and around. She felt herself totally beyond the threshold of pleasure as all feeling soared to new, magnanimous heights, feeling totally sublime as if she had reached a state of total nirvana no one else in the world had ever known. She was totally unaware of Harry firing his seed into her rectum and Kathy screaming out her joy as she came and came again.
CHAPTER TEN
The week had been a hectic one. Harry, true to his word, had loaned Kathy to Karen's department, and in less than four days Karen's entire department was current. Harry knew better than to hope he would be able to make it with Karen again, but every time he looked at her he remembered the joyous weekend she had shared with himself and Kathy.
Kathy was almost pushy that Friday, wanting Harry to take her home with him. Since Harry had nothing better to do, and since his wife would not be coming home for quite some time yet, he took Kathy with him. He knew she was motivated by the desire to become a processor, but he didn't give a damn what her reasons were. All he cared about was fucking the blonde. He was going to fuck her ass as he had fucked Karen's, though what he didn't know was that Kathy had brought the dildo with her, and she was just as intent on cornholing him.
Karen watched the two of them leave the office together, and she smiled to herself, knowing both were in for one helluva time. The only trouble was, she herself, had no one to go to.
During the week, Karen had felt a steady flaring of desire continually building in her vagina. She realized what it was, but she certainly wasn't going to return to Harry.
"Busy tonight?" a voice asked, breaking into her thoughts.
Looking up, she saw it was Ed Lancer. Remembering how he had told Kathy he had been on the verge of firing her, Karen said, "Yes, Ed. I am." He shrugged and walked away.
It was Mr. O'Dwyer who saved the day for her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
O'Dwyer was a man of medium height, with graying hair, balding a little, and he asked Karen if she would remain a little while. He wanted her to go over some claim forms. She realized they were not from her own department, but nodded, and after examining the forms and making some minor, adjustments, she handed them back to the soft-spoken man with the tender brown eyes.
"Thank you, Karen," he said to her. "With the quarterly audit coming this Monday, I had to make certain those forms were correct. You've learned very quickly in this past week, and I think you'll really go places here. I'd like to repay you for staying late. Would you let me take you to dinner?"
"I have a better idea," she told him, the burning, yearning desire building higher and higher in her seething cunt. Why not come to my apartment where I can cook a spaghetti dinner for the both of us."
"Why that would be very nice," O'Dwyer admitted.
The man was in his early fifties and he was a bachelor. Karen liked him. He was quiet, soft-spoken, and she felt secure around him.
He followed her home in his car, parking in the street outside her apartment house, and then went up with her in the elevator. There was that certain something that passed between them as they reached her front door that let the both of them know they would be sleeping together that night.
Once they were inside, Karen added all the ingredients she needed to some tomato paste and said, "Now it will cook for about two or three hours. In the meantime, I hope you can be patient."When she kissed him he responded immediately, and Karen realized the man's softness hid an inferno. His pelvis was an impatient machine that continually ground against her crotch.
When he loosened his embrace, her hands were already pulling off his jacket and fumbling with his shirt, unbuttoning it while opening his pants. At the same time he pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. After that, the two of them finished undressing one another.
Now that Karen was naked in front of him, O'Dwyer stared avidly at her naked breasts, enjoying the way they were topped with the wondrously hard, dark nipples. Again he slipped his arms around the lovely woman, saying, "I've always made it a policy never to fool around with any woman who works for me."
"Who's fooling?" Karen breathed.
They clung tightly to one another after that, rubbing their naked bodies together, his hairy chest pressing against the soft firmness of her rounded breasts. They kissed one another very hungrily, then Karen slipped from his arms, walked into the bedroom, turned on the light, and after making certain the blinds were closed, pulled the covers back on the bed and lay down.
As he went to her, O'Dwyer, who had an uncanny sense about women, knew that even if she wasn't a virgin-he didn't expect a woman her age to be virginal-in spite of the so-called knowing look in her eyes, she was still a woman not really used to men. He liked that. She had respect for her body, which meant he would also respect it.
She looked beautiful lying there on the bed and he wanted to enjoy and savor her nakedness. He wanted to smell her heat and her passion and to taste the delicious sweetness that was the sticky, clinging juices coming from her tender box.
Slowly he settled onto his knees on the bed beside her. The fingers of his left hand reached out and touched her soft, bare shoulder, feeling the heat of her tender flesh. He moved to her neck and then let his hands curl in her brown hair for a moment. His other hand slowly moved up the inside of her naked thigh as her legs automatically spread themselves. By the time he had run his fingers over her tender thighs, arriving at her soft pussy, his left hand was cupping her hard and swollen breast.
Karen squirmed luxuriously under the older man's caresses. Her hand reached out and stroked his shoulder, and then she looked at his penis. It was as formidable as that of any young man, long and thick, and swollen because of her.
"I'd like to suck it," she whispered.
"Next time around," he said to her, not bothering to say more because his eyes were fixed on her shuddering cunt. Her cuntlips had turned a rich, vibrant red because of her mounting passion, and he felt his saliva filling his mouth as he almost drooled. The tip of his tongue rubbed impatiently against the insides of his front teeth as his hands gently fringed the slopes of her swollen cleft before he lowered his head.
He turned his head sideways, and the lips of his mouth were vertical, meeting the vertical labia of her soft pussy. His nose became embedded into the heatedly soft skin of her thigh as his mouth pressured against her soft cuntlips. Now he caught the scent of her heated passion, a maddening aroma that made the man violently tremble. He moved one hand away from her full breasts and traveled down the silkiness of her soft belly. His tongue came leaping out of his mouth.
He listened to her joyous moan as the tip of his tongue probed her honeyed cleft. Without any conscious effort on his part his tongue shot out still farther. It delved into the flooded slot, flickering and licking and dipping, pulling out the juices and drawing into his voracious mouth.
Karen immediately began to bounce and pitch. Her hands reached out and tangled themselves in the man's thinning hair as the muscles on the underside of his licking tongue began to ache because he probed so deeply into her. He allowed the rough surface of his tongue to scrape against the inner slopes of her vaginal lips. Then he clamped her right labius between his teeth and began nibbling, after which he did the same with her left labius. His chin was heavily coated with her heated oils, and the thrilling scent of her aroused vagina was an overpowering sensation.
He turned his mouth so that his lips were now perpendicular to her labia. The soft cuntlips continually buffeted and pumped against the opening of his hungry mouth. Again and again his tongue licked out, twirling into her sodden cunt, rolling and licking, washing down the walls of her slippery inner channel. He wanted more and more, aching to taste the full flavor of this heated effervescent pussy.
He jammed his chin deeper, feeling it slip between the mounded, heated lips of her soft, slurpy pussy. Searing fluids trickled out of her vaginal cleft, and it seeped and ran down his face while her thighs continued drumming against his temples impatiently.
With a tortured roar O'Dwyer jerked his hungry mouth away from her sodden cunt and stood up for a moment. Then he fell on top of her sprawled feminine form.
He slammed into her cunt with the first probe of his driving cock, and he began slamming it in and out rapidly. Her cunt sucked it in willingly. There was no pain, only pleasure, with just the littlest bit of sweet resistance to enhance it. For O'Dwyer, it was like driving into a vat of melted butter. Heat rushed over his throbbing staff, enveloping it. He drove his hard penis into her again and again as juices gushed around his penis and then out of her cleft as he continually sheathed his hard prick inside her. His hungry mouth began devouring her towering rigid breasts.
He began fucking into her swiftly now, and she reached a mini-climax. He fucked faster, and she reached another climax. O'Dwyer was astounded at her capacity to come, and continued pounding his throbbing cock into her again and again, feeling her respond ever increasingly until the big one caused her to tightly convulse. She screamed, "EEEEYYYYAAA ... GGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHH ... AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNN ... GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" and clamped her thighs tightly around him as he fired his jets into her.
Afterward, they lay still for a very long time.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Secure in her job, Karen went on to become the best supervisor in the claims department. As a result, when the time came that Ed Lancer left, Harry Greco was passed over, and Karen was selected as an overseer.
In Karen's place a handsome young man, six feet tall, with jet black hair and burning brown eyes took over. He had a winning smile, and there was no doubt that he exuded sexuality.
Like Karen, he had been thrust into the job without actually knowing it, and as a result found himself hopelessly foundering in the beginning. Karen was well aware the man had nothing to offer Harry Greco to gain Harry's help, and taking a liking to the young man, she decided to teach him to help himself, though first she wanted a little bit of servicing.
That weekend, Karen insisted the man go with her to a motel and bring along sheaves of claims so she would be able to teach him how to monitor them. Certain it was going to be a business-only weekend, the young man did as he was instructed.
It soon became apparent the young man was very shy, and in spite of his good looks was a relative novice when it came to sex. This made Karen smile. Now it was her turn to teach what she had learned and had since practiced with a vengeance. This was definitely going to be fun.
