Since time began the prime interest of man is woman. And though all our teachings, religious, social, and moral are such that we have been brought up to believe in the one man-one woman relationship, man, unlike many animals, is basically polygamous, and woman is definitely polyandrous. Though the mind may deny it, the body says it's definitely so. True, as people get on in years, they tend to become more comfortable with a single mate, but when it comes to simple sexual contact, no matter what a person's age, he or she unquestionably will enjoy variety, since variety has been known to enhance virility.
Here is the tale of a young wife who had been "morally" brought up, living in a sheltered world created by her parents and continued by her husband. Against her will she is introduced to the world of degradation and debauchery, and little by little discovers she cannot go on living a totally sheltered existence. When she discovers the security of her home is jeopardized, she finds herself doing all the things she'd either never dreamed of, or believed debasing ... not so much to save her husband, the man who she knows loves her, as to keep herself safe and secure from poverty and deprivation.
This is not to say one can blame the woman, since anyone who has known what it is like to be well off and to be poor will tell you, poor is out. But she discovers what it means to grow up, and most important, she learns how to really love the man who loves her.
CHAPTER ONE
Sheila always felt extremely uncomfortable at a time like this. She didn't know why her husband insisted they meet in the bedroom after removing all their clothing. Love, as far as she was concerned, was meeting in the dark bedroom and having him hug and kiss her while slowly removing her clothing. In her mind there ought to have been a lot of lingering between the removal of each of her garments. After she was naked, and lying on the huge king-sized bed. Bill ought to have hurriedly removed his garments, then lay down beside her and caress her for hours before finally entering her.
But Bill liked to play games. He always wanted to make believe Sheila wasn't his wife, but a strange woman he had met at an orgy. He wanted her naked when she first walked into the bedroom, and he wanted all the lights on so he was able to look at her. She felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, and at times felt as if she really were at some orgy, with a million eyes staring at her trim, naked body.
There was a full length mirror on the closet door in the small hallway just outside their bedroom. Each time Sheila undressed, she paused to look at herself in the mirror. She had the face of an innocent teenager, even though she was already twenty-five. Her full breasts were global swells of white, centered by large tan areolae and large, button-like nipples which, when aroused, swelled into elongated pellets. There was no fat on her narrow waist, and though her wide hips made her certain she would develop a large pair of buttocks when she got older, right now her rounded ass-cheeks were perfect-not too large and not too small. In fact, it had been her derriere that had attracted Bill Rankin to her, four years earlier. Bill was tall, handsome, the littlest bit ungainly, but considerate. And he was a rising executive in Strouse Reiner and Company where Sheila had been working as a secretary. Bill had been drawn by the innocent look on her sweet face with its slightly turned up nose and full, pouting lips. Her soft brown hair was a carefully coiffured design around her face, making her large eyes with their hazel centers shine brilliantly.
Sheila had dated Bill for almost a year, and she discovered she liked him. More important, she learned he was insane about her, because he kept dating her even though she wouldn't let him put his hands on her. When he proposed. Sheila hadn't wanted to marry him, but the prospect of continuing alone with her mother was becoming frightening because her mother was fast becoming hypochondriacal. Seeing Bill was doing so well, she decided she'd be foolish to wait around for a prince charming who might never appear, and so she had married him. He had been considerate, right from the start, waiting on her hand and foot, treating her like the princess her parents had brought her up to believe herself to be. Even his deflowering of her hadn't been particularly painful. True, he had a very long penis, and it was quite thick, but he managed to relax her enough so that her internal self was able to stretch enough to contain him with a minimum of discomfort. Bill did bring about orgasms in her body. Nothing earthshaking, but still, quite good. She enjoyed climaxing, though it just wasn't the big deal everyone else made it.
Two years after they were married Bill started this fetish of leaving the lights on and pretending she was a prostitute or a strange woman he'd met while naked at an orgy. Since his lovemaking technique didn't change, Sheila, though feeling embarrassed and silly, went along with his wishes. Heck, it was little enough to do for him. He kept her in a nice apartment, and they owned a big Lincoln Continental. Sheila had all the furs she'd ever need, and her husband had already given her some nice diamonds.
"Hi," he began when she walked into the room to see him sitting on the bed with his legs dangling over the side, and his limp penis looking like a huge eel as it hung between his legs. "I'm Bill. Have we met before?"
Sheila felt ridiculous, considering the two of them were stark naked and staring at each other. What man in his right mind would simply strip down and walk up to a naked lady and say, "Hi." But she decided for the umpteenth time to play the game and keep Bill happy, so she extended her hand and said, "Glad to meet you, Bill. I'm Sheila."
He held her hand tightly, tugging her onto the bed beside him, saying, "You're really well-built, Sheila. Is it okay if I kiss that lovely little nest between your thighs?"
"It certainly is not," she replied. "That's a terribly dirty thing to do."
"Well then, suppose you lick between my thighs for a fast minute or two."
"That's just as abominable," Sheila insisted.
Bill always teased her this way, hoping one day she would relent and either let him go down on her, or perhaps suck his penis. But Sheila was adamant in that she'd have nothing to do with perverted sex.
"Then I guess I'll just have to fuck you," he said.
"I beg your pardon," she replied, stiffening. "I don't like to hear such vile language."
"Pardon me," Bill laughed. "Allow me the pleasure of making love to you."
Sheila opened her mouth to reply, but never had a chance to speak. Having ascertained what he wanted, the rising, twenty-seven year-old executive moved quickly, flattening her lovely body quickly on the bed so that her head was pressing against the headboard and her thighs were almost hanging off to the side. He pressed his sinewy body solidly on top of hers, and Sheila realized his penis had stiffened very suddenly, ready for immediate action, jutting out of the thatch on his pelvis like a stake hidden in some tall grass, ready to impale an unwary animal.
Wasting no time, Bill lifted her smoothly rounded buttocks, the buttocks which had attracted him to her in the first place, clear off the mattress, posing over her as he moved from side to side, maneuvering his hard cock into the moistly pink opening of her freshly bathed vagina. Sheila always bathed before intercourse, and always douched, afterward. She took the Pill, but douched anyway, not enjoying the sliminess of her husband's heated sperm in her body.
Sheila shuddered, once again feeling cheap and degraded. The positions into which one had to maneuver for sexual intercourse were so degrading and humiliating. She hated them, all of them. She wished it were possible for the two of them to simply stand face to face, and for Bill's penis to simply reach out and bury itself in her vagina, curving up inside her without her having to move. She mentally shrugged, knowing this was a cheap-enough price to pay for all the security Bill had given her.
She remained totally silent as her husband's penis found her vaginal opening and slid in. She was always wet inside, and this was something else that disturbed her. Being wet this way seemed so messy and unlady-like, even if it did ease the way for him. There was always some discomfort, but never pain as he filled her. Sheila sensed the heatedly clinging walls of her wet vagina close snugly around the long, heatedly skewering instrument of her anxious husband. Inwardly she sighed, wondering why he found this so thrilling. Her body was able to take it without emotion one way or the other, and even though she had her occasional climaxes this simply wasn't anything to rave about. When she first did this with her husband she used to feel so embarrassed about opening her thighs. In the beginning, when they were in the dark, it had been bad enough. But ever since he had insisted on leaving the light on, staring between her thighs, and actually slavering while looking at her vagina, she felt even more ridiculous. True, there was a feeling of security and comfort when her husband's penis was inside her, and if he'd stop pumping and hold her close for awhile and just let her enjoy the luxury of this security, she would have been overjoyed. She so disliked having the icky sperm running out of her vagina when he was done. At least he was over and done with in a matter of seconds. And sometimes there were those occasionally pleasant orgasms, like the one she felt approaching, now.
Sheila's mouth opened a little and she began panting, letting Bill know he was getting to her. She had been reading a romance novel a little earlier, just before her husband had suggested they become physically involved, and her body had been warmed up from what she had been reading.
Bill was smiling, feeling pleasure at the knowledge he was bringing his wife to a culmination. Anything he was able to do to make Sheila happy pleased him. Hell, he was inside her less than a minute, but he felt her vaginal interior dilating and knew she was on the brink of satisfaction. Her hands reached for his buttocks and she sank her nails into the flat, hard gluteal flesh. He surged deeper into her as she strove to pull him into her, sensing the mounting pressure. Her heels dug into the bed, and for a very brief instant she completely forgot about the degradation she felt at being naked. Her vagina was starting to convulse, her breath was short and heated, and suddenly she was there, the orgasmic releases from her wetly pulsing pussy throbbing insanely as the oils streamed from her like the running water in a river, wetting his hard-driving penis as it strove to attain its satisfaction as well. The oils ran down her thighs and soaked the mattress. A comer of her mind reminded her she would have to change the sheets before they went to sleep.
"I'm ... uhhhhhh ... coming," she announced with a shortness of breath that belied the matter-of-factness she was trying to create. Though she panted heavily, she was silent after that until her husband's orgasm, moments later, flushed her womb.
How she hated that sticky fluid running through her inner channel. But she hated the feeling with condoms even more. The rubber prevented her flesh from being properly massaged, and as a result, she was never able to achieve any kind of feeling.
When it was over she hurried to the bathroom to douche herself out, feeling satisfied even if she didn't feel the overpowering sense of release her husband always enjoyed. When she returned, some minutes later, Bill was already asleep, lying right on top of the wet spot. Now she wouldn't be able to change the sheets. Shrugging, she decided to wait until the bed was completely dry before snuggling in beside him.
Going into her palatial living room-Bill had insisted she furnish it with only the best broadloom and the finest furniture-she sat in the large easy chair facing the TV set. She had her robe on, and in the pocket of the robe was a letter that had come earlier that day. The letter was from William Green, the short, runty, baldheaded vice president of Strouse Reiner and Company. She remembered him very well. When she had been in the secretarial pool, Green had always tried dating her. At the time he had been a minor executive, lower than the position her husband presently held. But as Bill had been promoted, so had William Green, and he was now the Number Two man in the organization.
The letter was short and succinct.
DEAR SHELIA, PLEASE DROP BY THE COMPANY TOMORROW AT NOON. WE CAN HAVE AN EXECUTIVE LUNCH AND DISCUSS SOMETHING OF GREAT IMPORTANCE TO YOUR HUSBAND'S FUTURE WITH THE COMPANY.
SINCERELY, WILL GREEN.
Sincerely? That was a laugh. Will Green wasn't sincere about anything in his life. Still, she knew she had better go, just to make sure nothing threatened her own Bill and her own security.
Sighing, she jammed the letter back into her robe and decided the bed was probably dry enough by now.
CHAPTER TWO
The following day, Friday, was a bright June morning, and Sheila put on her emerald green dress with the shoes to match. She didn't bother mentioning Green's letter to her husband, thinking it didn't much matter what William Green had to discuss. She was willing to politely listen. Besides, it meant she was able to get out of the house while the maid did the cleaning. She took advantage of every extravagance Bill offered. True, he was earning a lot of money, but she was spending it very quickly. The time had come to put some of it into the bank. It was always good to have cash on hand for emergencies.
Going downstairs, she stepped out of the apartment building into the late morning sunlight. Strouse Reiner was in the middle of a large business area, so it didn't pay to take the car. She hailed a cab and gave him the address of the office building, and some thirty minutes later the taxi pulled up at the address. Paying the cabbie and giving him a generous tip, she stepped inside and took the elevator up to the eighteenth floor. Stepping out into the carpeted ante room, she told the receptionist to announce her to Mr. Green. Before she had a chance to sit, the short, totally bald man came waddling out to greet her, a smile creasing his obnoxious face. The rimless glasses on his nose created the impression of a man of importance, but to Sheila he was still the minor executive who had continually tried dating her.
"Hey, Sheila," he greeted, "it's nice to see you again. Come on, let's go directly to lunch." Turning to the receptionist, he said, "Hold all calls until three."
They took the next elevator down, and he brought her to the basement garage where he handed the garage attendant a ticket and his limousine was brought around. Sheila was unable to understand why he had a limousine without a chauffeur to drive it. She sat beside him in front and he drove for about twenty minutes, taking a highway out of the city and going to a little nearby village. All the while he chattered aimlessly and Sheila wondered just what was on the man's mind.
The car turned down a wide street and into a parking lot. When Green got out, he held the door open for Sheila and she got out, too. The two of them went to a small, intimate restaurant and Sheila wondered just what kind of cuisine was served.
Once inside, instead of being led to a private booth, they were brought upstairs and showed to a small room. In the room the table was set with the finest china and cutlery. A long velvet drapery bisected the room, and Sheila wondered what was on the other side of the curtain.
"The food here is superb," Green told her. "You can order just about anything you want."
"I'll settle for a light spring salad," Sheila told him.
Wine was served without Green even asking, and both he and Sheila toasted her husband's success with the company. There was a small appetizer of Swedish meatballs, and afterward came a light soup. The spring salad was carefully garnished with anchovies and croutons, and afterward, they relaxed and had coffee. And that was when Sheila realized she was feeling extremely lethargic.
"Enough fencing," she finally said to Green. "Why did you ask to speak with me?"
"It concerns your husband and the company," Green told her, rising. He helped her from her chair too, then pulled aside the velvet draperies to reveal a wide, backless chaise. The two of them walked over to it and sat, and William Green continued, saying, "As you know, Strouse Reiner is a large investment firm. We handle lots of money. And it appears some of it has been misplaced."
"So why tell me?" Sheila asked.
"Because the evidence, at least at present, is pointing toward your husband. It's very possible he'll be convicted of grand theft in a short while. That being the case, he'll not only lose his job, but serve a prison term, and then never find a job with an investment firm again.
"Oh come on," Sheila snapped at him, feeling her heart skipping a beat in spite of the lethargy invading her body. "If you had any real evidence against Bill you wouldn't be talking to me."
"You're right," he nodded. "I claimed the evidence is only pointing at your husband. There's every possibility he'll be cleared, but a mere accusation, even if proven untrue, can ruin him in the investment field. Chances are the real culprit will be caught, shortly, and-nothing will be leveled against Bill. But there is enough evidence at the present time to state an accusation. I've been very instrumental in suppressing that accusation."
"Well I'm certain Bill is very grateful for your help," Sheila said.
"Bill, at the present time, isn't even aware of the monetary shortage. However, it may be necessary to make him aware by showing everything to Jake Whitmeyer, the company president."
"But that would ruin him," Sheila gasped. "You said so, yourself. You mustn't do that."
"Sheila, I can do anything I deem prudent in the best interests of the company. Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn't talk to Jake?"
"Bill is a good worker. He's industrious. He's brought a lot of good ideas to the company."
"Sheila," Green whispered, putting his arm around her. "I can get a dozen good workers like Bill. You're the only one who can help your husband, believe me."
"What do you mean?" she asked, wondering why she wasn't feeling more excited, surprised she was allowing herself to be squeezed closer to the baldheaded man. She felt so relaxed and unworried in spite of what Green was saying to her.
"I know for a fact Bill will be going away this weekend to check out some investment opportunities. I need your help, tomorrow night."
"Just what do you want me to do?" she asked, starting to tremble, frightened that she was so lassitudinous.
"I'm having a party, and I need some hostesses to entertain the people at the party."
"What are you suggesting?" Sheila asked. "Are you asking me to prostitute myself for Bill?"
"Of course not," Green laughed. "I wouldn't do a thing like that. I just want you to entertain some friends with your charming presence."
Without another word between them, Green let his fingers begin sliding over the fullness of her right breast. Sheila knew this was wrong and she didn't want him to touch her. He was such a despicable worm of a person, and yet she found herself unable to physically fight back. His open hand was flatly rubbing itself against the roundness of her mammary, massaging the nipple, hardening it. And for the first time in her life Sheila felt a warmth starting to flood through her.
Stiffening, she gasped, "Mr. Green, William, please don't do this. I'm a married woman."
"Worried I'm going to fuck you?" he asked, lasciviously, his finger rubbing back and forth along her nipple, making it swell larger than it had ever grown before, pushing through the fabric of both her brassiere and dress. "Don't worry, I won't do that, at least not here and now," he snickered, admiring her ample, feminine form. If anything, marriage had improved her, making her sexier than ever. She was the perfect specimen of female delight, her flesh firm and soft, her rich brown hair perfectly cut and shaped.
"Why ... why am I like this?" Sheila wanted to know.
"A mild tranquilizer in your drink," Green told her. "I wanted you relaxed enough not to stalk out of here when I suggested you're coming to my party tomorrow night."
"D-Don't do this," Sheila gasped, wanting to pick herself up and do just what Green had feared she would do. But she found herself unable to move.
He tweaked her ultra-sensitive nipple between his fingers making the lovely woman tremble and shudder involuntarily from top to bottom. His other hand was running up and down her spine. He had waited a long time to get Sheila Rankin this way. When she had worked as a secretary she had constantly refused to go out with him.
"I told you I won't fuck you, and I won't," Green assured her, "but there's no reason why you and I can't enjoy ourselves a little, anyway."
"William, Mr. Green, I'll shout...,"
"Even if you were heard beyond the soundproofed walls of this room it wouldn't do you much good," he assured her. "But you won't yell. After all, I've promised not to violate your body ... pardon, not to violate your cunt with my cock, and if you irritate me, just remember what I can do to your husband." And suddenly his hands were easing her back zipper down. Sheila wanted to struggle but found it all but impossible. His hand was rubbing the bare flesh of her back, and then his fingers were slipping inside the elastic waistband of her panties. Sheila wanted to squirm but her body's muscles felt so completely relaxed. When she opened her mouth to scream she realized she didn't physically feel like screaming. She wriggled a little, and his fingers slipped below the hollow of her back into the naked crevice between her buttocks. His hand moved lower until his middle finger was massaging the pucker of her anus, making her gasp. Sheila, in spite of the lethargy she felt, shrank away.
"I'll bet your husband never pushed a finger into this hole," he mused out loud, smiling at the frightened woman.
Green began massaging her nakedly sensitive flesh, moving his fingers in slow, concentric circles as his hand slid up along the smoothness of her back. He reached the top and paused to yank her dress over her shoulders and off, so that it hung down at the waist.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Sheila gasped.
"I'm playing with you a little," he whispered. "Hell, you always thought I was too good for you when you were working as a common secretary for the company. Well now I'm going to diddle you a bit, and you're going to let me, Sheila. Not only are you physically incapable of getting away, but just remember what I can do to your husband any time it pleases me. So if you get the urge to scream and break into my reverie, just remember I can louse up your husband, permanently."
"Why are you doing this?" Sheila asked, tears forming in her eyes. "I never did anything to you."
"And you didn't do anything for me, either. But the time has come for both of us to do things for each other. You're going to do one or two things for me, and I'm going to make sure your husband remains above suspicion."
Sheila began shuddering in spite of the tranquilizer in her system when he undid the three snaps of her brassiere and eased the straps off her shoulders. He tossed it off to the side, his mouth hanging open at the sight of her full, upstanding breasts. He stared at the two nipples, one swollen, the other still small. Yes, she had one nice body, all right, and he intended using it to make himself president of the company. She had silver dollar-sized areolae, nice and tan, inviting both, his hands and his mouth to caress them. Now her other nipple, the previously relaxed one was starting to swell as the air in the room washed over it. Sheila was trembling, shuddering as bursts of static shuddered through her full breasts. She had never felt this excited with her husband, and she was unable to understand why this horrible, hairless man was able to create such sensations in her aching body. Burning embers, long dormant in her shuddering belly, suddenly flared into tongues of flame, licking at her inner body as she had never felt them, before.
Her husband, never took the time to caress her breasts and massage her body. He was always in a hurry to get to the main event, and though she knew this was wrong and had to be discouraged, she enjoyed feeling his eyes caress her as well as his hands.
His extended fingertips moved very softly over the delicate warmth of her swollenly beckoning breasts. He caressed the left one, then the right one, his hand once again clamping over the swelling mound, squeezing her soft, alabaster flesh between almost-pinching fingers.
"You like my fingers on your breasts, Sheila," he whispered. "Why don't you admit it."
"No," she gasped. "No, it's wrong. You mustn't touch me."
Her knees were trembling, opening and closing like barroom doors, and her firmly rounded haunches were pressing even more solidly against the backless chaise. Sheila felt the dampness between her thighs, the same dampness she always felt when reading one of her romantic books; the dampness she wished was never there, spreading through her loins as the cheeks of her fully rounded behind clenched and unclenched rapidly, gripping the fabric of her panties between them. Each touch of William Green was driving her insane as she felt heated passion her husband had never aroused in her. A scream of wanton lust was ready to burst from her mouth as she realized his fingers on her breasts were creating agonizing pyres of inner lust. She found herself unable to resist when he forced her to lie on the chaise. He lay beside her, continuing to massage with relentless care the nakedly soft whiteness of her pillowy breasts. A low, moaning cry escaped from the desperate wife's lips as Green continued roughly squeezing the tenderly pulsating nipples of her breasts between his fingers. He mercilessly played with them as her entire body shuddered and trembled, quivering because of his touch.
"Please ... William ... Mr. Green..." she was gasping. "Don't ... please stop..."
His hands left her feverishly outthrust nipples and slowly started sliding down the flat, white plane of her trembling tummy. Sheila's heels dug into the chaise as her buttocks lifted themselves, and Green's moving fingers once again moved beneath the tight elastic of her panties. He slowly slid the undergarment down, his hand brushing over the pouting lips beneath her puff of sparse pelvic hairs. His fingers came into shuddering electric contact with her leaking pink slash, and the moment he touched her there, Sheila felt a trillion goose bumps break out all over her body. She began convulsively trembling now as the tranquilizer's effect started to rapidly wear off. This was a drug he often used on women, and though the dosage was strong enough to have an effect for a reasonable length of time, it wore off quickly because it was well-known lethargic women performed poorly.
"Uuuggghhh!! ! " she gasped. "Wrong ... so wrong ... don't do it Mr. Green..." but her voice was softly floating in space as she felt ecstasy because of his way of caressing her outer labia.
Tugging her panties down and off, he pressed his palm flatly against her cuntal lips then ventured a finger between the wetly coral flanges, and Sheila gasped as her shuddering thighs found themselves grinding solidly against his massaging hand. His wriggling middle finger now explored the completely sodden and heated length of her tight, narrow vaginal slit, starting with the taut muscular pucker of her anus, easing over the hard membrane of her perineum before his moving finger finally reached the wetly sucking tunnel of her vagina. Her tenderly rosy walls unhesitatingly opened as his extended, rigid finger slipped into her warmly clinging orifice. Her fleshy passage had nerve-endings titillated as never before and opened to welcome his digit inside, even though her mind refused to accept what was happening.
"Come on," William Green grunted, "stop being so stand-offish. You like what I'm doing and you know it. Admit it."
Sheila tried responding, but as she opened her mouth to reply, Green suddenly shoved a second finger into her wetly shuddering vaginal conduit. He pushed both fingers as deep as possible, burying them up to his palm in the heatedly squishy depths, making her squirm and wriggle. And so a muffled gasp of shuddering pleasure mixed with pain hoarsely came from her constricted throat.
"Come on, come on," Green snapped. "You can be truthful with me. You do like it, don't you?" he asked, wiggling his fingers around inside her, teasing her wetly layered flesh.
"It's wrong...," she continued whimpering. "It's wrong. You shouldn't be touching me ... uhhhhhh ... like this."
He slowly eased his ravishing fingers from her shuddering vaginal tunnel, enjoying the way her cuntal walls reluctantly released them. He proceeded to allow them to slide up the length of her hot, juicy slit until he found the small bulb of her pulsating clitoris. Using only his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the unbelievably sensitive bubble, making the gasping Sheila writhe and squirm as she had never done in her entire life. Sensations were blistering through her trembling body as never before, and she was unable to understand precisely what he was touching. His fingers rolled the pulsing little BB around and around, squeezing it, tugging it, rubbing it, and Sheila gagged and choked, swallowing saliva down the wrong pipe as new waves of shuddering ecstasy built undiluted passion in her for the very first time and rapture started washing over her entire self, making her vibrate as never before.
As her bare pubis rotated upward solidly against his grinding palm, Green continued his maddening manual attack on her vagina. His fingers twisted and pulled and rubbed her stiff, pink clitoral bud until she began sighing with ecstatic rapture, no longer begging him to stop.
Sheila didn't know what came over her, but this was the most unbelievable sensation her body had ever known. Her own husband had never tantalized her this way, and it was causing flares of lust she'd never known her body to have to suddenly erupt inside her.
"I think I'll stop this," Green whispered, sadistically.
"Oh no!" she shuddered. "Please, please don't stop." And her screams reverberated shrilly throughout the room as she writhed uncontrollably.
Sensing how close she was to orgasm, Green started to massage the pouting insides of her wet inner lips, using the tips of his fingers to rub, stroking over the shuddering peak of her clitoris along the heated furrow between the hungrily pursed lips of her tender vagina.
"Uhhhhhh ... more ... more ... more..." she gasped, and all of a sudden Sheila's buttocks lifted themselves high off the sofa as her back arched and stiffened. She trembled as if possessed by a dozen demons, her heatedly wet pussy rotating insanely against his open palm as the first orgasmic scream to ever pass her lips came tearing out of her throat.
"HHHHHHAAAAAARRRRRR-GGGHHHA AANNNHHH!" she screamed, suddenly convulsing and jerking, spasming from top to bottom as the shivering blisters of her thrilling apex charged from her heatedly straining torso. Electricity seemed to shoot from her fingers and her toes as oceans of oily liquid came rushing from her vagina, soaking his hand while running down her groin into the crevice between her buttocks before spreading in wet trickles over the rounded moons of her gluteal flesh. Her body remained taut and stiff for a long period of time, until finally, with a trembling sigh her ass slowly sank to the chaise and she lay facing the bald-headed man.
"My heavens!" she hoarsely gasped. "That was unbelievable. I've never felt anything like it in my life. But you understand, this must never happen again."
"That depends on whether or not you do what I say," Green told her, smiling.
"What do you mean?" Sheila asked, more frightened of this man than ever.
"I mean, you were satisfied, now I have to be satisfied."
"But you promised ... I mean, you said...."
"That I wouldn't fuck your cunt," he finished.
"Yes," she nodded, "but you don't have to be so blunt about it."
"Why not? It's simple, but it says it. I won't fuck your cunt. But I want you to do everything I tell you to do."
"Please, Mr. Green," she gasped. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Yes."
"he nodded. "But you haven't. You haven't done a thing for me. I need relief, too. So finish undressing so I can admire all of you, Sheila. And don't give me the rhetoric of the right and wrong of it."
"But I can't," she insisted. "I'm a married woman."
"That didn't stop you from enjoying what my fingers did to you," he told her. And without another word he slapped her face, hard. "Now strip!"
"Never!" Sheila gasped, holding her cheek. "Never, never, never!"
Without hesitation, William Green tugged her dress down and off, taking her half slip down, too. She was wearing an old fashioned garter belt to hold up her stockings, but he left both, the belt and her stockings, on. He also left her emerald colored shoes on. Otherwise she was completely naked. Her lovely body was shining with perspiration, and her thighs and stockings glistened with the heavy secretions she had emitted as a result of the most overpowering orgasm she had ever known.
"What do you want, now?" she asked, her eyes looking down at the floor in shame.
"To be honest," he told her, "if I hadn't made you a promise, I would fuck you and build an entirely new orgasm in you. But you were dumb enough to make me promise not to fuck you, and so right now I think I'll be the only one to climax."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Sheila, you're too bitchy and too snippy. You have to learn a lesson, and I'm the one to teach it to you. To begin with you have to learn that as long as your husband is in jeopardy of losing his job and I'm the only one who can save him, you will do anything and everything I tell you to do. Is that understood?"
"You're a real bastard, aren't you," she snapped.
"Ah! The bitch's true colors are showing, as I knew they eventually must. But it's your body I covet, Sheila, not your mind or your manners. I can't enjoy either of the last two."
Sheila shuddered, nervously staring at him as he finally rose from the sofa. Standing, he looked so ridiculously small, and she realized he was probably no more than five feet tall. He slowly undressed, taking his time, letting her look at him, tossing his clothing on a nearby chair. She had to clap her hand to her mouth to stifle the gasp coming from her when she saw the unbelievable penis between his thighs. It was so long and so thick she was unable to determine whether it was attached to him or he was an extension of it. It had to be every bit as long as her husband's penis, but it was the breadth that really stunned her. William Green's hard cock had to be almost half again as thick as her husband's organ.
"Wh-What are you going to do?" she gasped.
"On your knees, now!" he ordered. "Right here on the floor, in front of me."
"What?"
"You heard me," he said, a sneer crossing his lips. "The time has come to put your mouth to the kind of use I can appreciate. Honey, you are going to suck my cock."
Sheila's mind began whirling at the inference of the horrible words he had just spoken. He didn't mean what he'd said. He couldn't mean what he'd said. Decent, ordinary people simply didn't get involved in disgusting things like that. Surely he wasn't serious.
The terrified young housewife tried thinking of some way out of this. There had to be some kind of excuse he would accept. She simply wasn't able to comply with such demands. Never in her life had she so much as permitted herself to think of doing such a loathsome thing. No! That was one thing she wouldn't do, not now, not ever. William Green was expecting too much from her. Bill, her husband, occasionally teased her about it, but he was much too dignified to ever let her become part of such an abhorrent thing.
"Please, Mr. Green..." she gasped, her voice almost choking in her throat. "I ... I just can't do something like that. Oh please ... please ... don't make me do it."
But the vice president was determined that this next step in Sheila's humiliation had to take place. She had to be degraded and subjugated, totally and completely.
"I'm not in the mood to waste time," he insisted. "I have to be back in the office by three. So get down on your knees before I have to beat you down. Now, damn it, now!"
Wiping a stray lock of her brown hair from her forehead, Sheila tremblingly approached the short man and slowly, very slowly sank to her knees, praying as hard as she was able for a way to avoid this shameful deed. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to seek something to hold, to grab onto, to use as an excuse, but there was nothing. She knew William Green meant exactly what he said. If she didn't obey him, there was always the chance he'd do something to hurt her Bill. His throbbing, extended penis was looking at her with its sightless eye. trying to hypnotize her into coming closer. Now it was less than a foot away from her pretty face and she had to gulp to keep herself from throwing up. God! The mere idea of what he wanted made her sick. She felt terrified and nauseated at the very thought of what he wanted. That huge, bloated penis was to be pushed into her mouth. And worst of all, that horrible white glue she barely was able to stomach in her vagina would be shooting into her throat.
Green sat on the chaise, bringing his penis lower. He watched carefully through his rimless glasses, carefully gauging the remaining distance between Sheila's pretty lips and his throbbingly extended phallus. Reaching out, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head forward, letting his lubricant-covered head smear itself across her lips.
Sheila shuddered, aching to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth, but she knew she didn't dare. The appearance of that throbbing, pulsating, jerking organ made her tremble. It had a large, cherry red tip, and an albino-white shank. All the many arteries, veins, and capillaries were clearly visible under the skin. It looked so obscenely terrifying she didn't know how she was going to be able to do this.
"All right, Sheila," he snapped. "The cock is all yours. Do a good job, now. I don't want you to let it simply rest in your mouth. I want you to suck, and suck hard. And I want you to swallow everything ... everything."
He patted her cheek and smiled at her, the wickedness clearly coming through. Now her lips were less than an inch away from the throbbing penis, and the idea she was so close, her breath washing over the penis, made a few more drops seep from his penile tip.
Sheila was unable to take it any longer. She turned her face from the huge, onion-shaped point, closing her eyes as tears ran heavily down her cheeks. She hoped it would somehow or other go away ... that when she opened her eyes the horrible-looking penis would be gone.
Green still had a tight hold on her hair, and he yanked her face back so that she was less than a millimeter from his solidly erect and throbbing cock.
"Start sucking!" he ordered. "I swear if you don't I'll wallop the shit out of you."
His tone was calm, but it was the kind of calm that made Sheila more frightened than ever before.
She knew better than to push him any farther. He was the kind of man who was capable of flying into insane rages, and God only knew what would happen to her if he suddenly went mad.
Green was very impatient, and deciding not to wait any longer released her hair but grabbed her ears with both hands and began yanking on them, hurting Sheila so badly she was certain she would faint. She gasped and pleaded with him to stop, but he ignored her whimpers and jerked her lovely face firmly against his groin, pressing the rounded tip of his hard cock against her resolutely shut mouth. His oils lubricated her lips, making them shine. He slapped her face once, twice, three times and she began crying out loud, her mouth opening to wail. Sheila expected him to cram his penis into her mouth, but he didn't. He waited for her crying to stop, then said, "Suck it, Sheila. Take it in your mouth and suck it."
Her mouth opened a little as he returned to gripping her hair and twisting it, pulling hard on it. The pain made her mouth open wider, and William Green smiled more wickedly than ever, gazing down at her wetly open oral cave in front of his dribbling cock. He slowly, very slowly pressed the widely pulsating head into the wetly burning concavity of her mouth and let it lay there, twitching slightly as it appeared to become even harder and more erect.
Sheila gagged and shuddered, feeling the weight of his hot prick in her mouth, causing her to want to regurgitate. Only a supreme effort of will kept her from doing so. She remained absolutely motionless, frightened movement would cause her tongue to brush against the penile underside. And if that happened the friction might cause the quivering phallus resting on her hot tongue to grow even larger.
"One way or another my cock is going to be sucked until I come," William Green insisted. "You have the choice of doing it without coercion, in which case it'll be a lot less painful, ... get my meaning. So start sucking nicely, or I'll get nasty, very nasty."
Sheila realized it was hopeless to try and fight this depraved man. This was something that had to be done. If not, her husband was in one helluva lot of trouble, and no matter how he emerged there would not be another job for him in the world of finance. The idea of going through life struggling for money was even worse for Sheila. No matter how degrading and stomach-turning this was, it was something she'd have to do. She struggled to keep her gorge from rising in her trembling throat, feeling it move higher with each passing second. Her tightly knotted, fear-filled belly trembled as she closed her wetly shuddering lips around the throbbing, fleshy staff and teased it reluctantly with her tongue. How absolutely vile! But the moment her tongue washed around beneath the penis, she began feeling a lessening of pain as his hand loosened its grip on her hair. The hand still held her hair, but not as tight, but she knew Green was the kind of man who would take pleasure in hurting her if she didn't do precisely what he wanted. She closed her tear-filled eyes and tried to keep her mind on this degrading job he had demanded.
Green looked down at his long, thick fleshy organ, seeing the way it protruded from his hair-covered pelvis. It twitched ever so slightly in the wet confines of her sweet mouth, and he felt the slightest twinge of disappointment that she hadn't protested a little more. The damn bitch had given him such a case of blue balls when she had worked in the secretarial pool he would have enjoyed slapping her around a bit more. By the time he'd have finished with her, she would have been begging to suck his cock.
Shrugging, he decided to take his enjoyment out in the way she sucked. He watched as her face slowly slid forward, taking a bit more of his hard cock into her mouth before once again retreating. It was obvious she had never sucked a cock before. He was fucking a virgin mouth.
Sitting on the chaise, he was able to touch her soft, naked shoulders, and he lightly caressed them as if urging her to continue, feeling the satin sheen of her perfect, unblemished flesh. She was so velvety to his feeling hands.
Green became aware Sheila was not putting any effort into the sucking of his hard cock, so he brought his hands up and placed his palms flatly on either side of her face and pressed, firmly. His hands tightened as he held her face neatly in place, and then he began slowly, rhythmically, carefully pumping with his own body, plunging it into her mouth. The pressure of her tongue on the underside of his stolid stanchion made it grow longer and harder. Her lips unwittingly tightened around his organ as she tried to prevent him from thrusting it any deeper into her mouth. This made the friction that much greater, and Green gasped, slamming his cock deeper, pushing the head against the back of her throat. Her teeth tried fastening on his cock, but when she bit down a little too hard, he slapped her face again, and then the edges of her teeth were scraping his penis with just the right amount of pressure. The wetly rough surface of her licking tongue brushed more strongly against his phallic underside, painting it with saliva, making it twitch as it became finely attuned to so much as the tiniest subtle movement of her wetly lapping oral organ. The pressure of her lips was sheer heaven and he felt chills shudder up and down his spine.
"That's it ... that's it!" Green gasped, his voice filled with glee as he began pumping his swollen cock even deeper into her mouth, probing into her gullet. Now her warm, enveloping lips were sliding along almost the entire length, and with each forward stroke his fleshy stalk grew harder, longer, getting thicker by the second, stretching like an enormous rubber hose.
Green smiled to himself as the young housewife and former secretary did her best to take more of his enormous organ into her sucking mouth. She was already coughing, choking, and gagging, saliva falling from between her lips as she found herself unable to swallow it because of the thickness of his hard cock pressing into her esophagus. Bach time he pushed his cock forward, he shoved a little harder, enjoying the tightness of her throat, knowing sooner or later the organ would push its way inside. A woman like this needed her tonsils reamed out.
He hoped she'd develop into a good fellatrice because she was necessary for his ambitions. There really was a shortage of funds at Strouse Reiner, but William Green already knew who the culprit was. He wasn't clamping down just yet because he intended making it appear as if the company president, Jake Whitmeyer, was in league with the real thief. This he intended doing by having Whitmeyer and the thief, Len Wiley, over to his house where the two of them would indulge in certain perversions, each with the wife of a different member of Strouse Reiner. It would appear as if Jake and Wiley were trying to pin the blame for their crime on the husbands of the two women.
The other woman' Green had lined up, Helen Hopper, was the kind of female who would fuck for any man, any time, any place. Len Wiley was a slimy creep who made anyone, including William Green. Besides, Wiley needed a woman like Helen Hopper, who was aggressive. Jake Whitmeyer, on the other hand, liked women who resisted and struggled. And Sheila Rankin would be perfect for him. There would be hidden cameras all over the place, taking pictures. When the pictures of Whitmeyer and Wiley were properly doctored, it would appear they were somewhere other then at William Green's house, forcing these two women to do what they wanted. And the husbands of both these women worked in the same department, the department where Len Wiley also worked, so it would appear the women were trying to be coerced to make their husbands cover up what Wiley was doing. Naturally the outraged husbands would have no knowledge of what was going on, and they would be more than happy to testify against both, Wiley and Whitmeyer, leaving the presidency of the company open to whomever was next in line, and that person was William Green.
But for now Green was content to enjoy the oral ministrations Sheila Rankin was attempting to perform. She was getting better with each stroke.
Though she desperately tried her best not to strangle on the heatedly pulsating flesh log in her mouth, this was all so new and different to Sheila that she was unable to adjust to it so quickly. His cock was so big for such a little man. Each time he rammed his belly into her pretty face, feeling her wetly pursed lips suck around his throbbing pole, he shivered. The penis was a terrible, punishing instrument to Sheila. He was pushing licentiously into the back of her gasping throat to the extent she was positive she would shortly choke to death. The woman was fighting with all her strength, trying to keep it out of her pharynx, gasping and choking with each vicious thrust. Green simply continued pounding it into her mouth as if intent on impaling her throat and ramming his hard cock through her medulla and out her neck. Little by little she found her throat relaxing, and as it did so the choking became less until the pressure was no longer so terrible.
Green was tugging his hard cock almost all the way out, letting the leaking tip rest between her lips for an instant, and then he would shove it back in, stroking in solidly, journeying the organ every deeper into her gasping throat. Each dreaded thrust pushed his cock the littlest bit deeper, and as it rammed in, it appeared to bend just a little, as if fitting into the curve of her throat, enabling it to slide down her gullet where it was oiled with more of her hot saliva in addition to the heavy dripping of his constantly oozing oil. And each time the penis jammed itself down her throat, Sheila realized she had to either swallow it or strangle. The pressure of her throat muscles was having its effect on the man's penis. Sheila knew sooner or later her swallowing would cause his penis to erupt with semen, and it would jet down her throat. The horrible thought of it happening made her shudder and tremble, but she knew she had no choice. She would have to drink his ejaculating sperm like some common tramp. It was too terrible to even think about.
Sheila's throat was opening even wider as she relaxed it and the rubbery head sank even deeper inside, but she tried her best not to swallow either her own saliva or the lubricant oozing from the tip in his cock. When she gagged at one point, Green tugged his cock out of her mouth and smeared the colorless oils all over her lips and chin, rubbing it into her flesh. His hand firmly gripped the solid organ and he painted her cheeks and nose with his colorless, slimy, saline discharge. Her face shone with his lubrication as he swabbed his throbbing cock all over her forehead and eyelids. She realized she was totally defeated now, kneeling before him like some servile slave in ancient Rome. She was a toy being used by her lord and master, not merely for his satisfaction, but for his amusement.
William Green felt the telltale twitch in his cock, and sensed the heavily dammed-up semen bubbling in his testicles awaiting release. He slowly, rhythmically pumped his throbbing cock in and out of her esophagus, letting her lips wash down the entire length of it as the sperm began shuddering in his anxious balls. Green savored every last little bit of oral pressure on his cock each time he stroked in, feeling it disappear agonizingly down the sheer satin-fleshed channel of her pharynx. He wanted to feel every throbbing inch of his cock massaged by her lips and tongue when he finally fired his heavy liquid load down her throat. His hands held her lovely head solidly in place keeping her absolutely immobile in his strong grip while he relentlessly pumped his hips back and forth, ramming his throbbing cock ever deeper down her throat, sinking it farther and farter into her tightening gullet.
Sheila was due for a pleasant surprise in the midst of all this. His penile head was rubbing all the more strongly against certain nerve-endings in her throat, massaging them, tantalizing them, and she suddenly realized she was about to have another orgasm. In fact, the orgasm building inside her was so powerful, it not only superseded, in feeling, anything her husband had built inside her, but was even superior to the previous climax she'd had with William Green. The thrills built higher and higher, moving faster and faster, and suddenly she was climaxing.
"UUURRRCCCHHHAAAKKKGGGLLLUUURRRCCCHHH!" she gasped, her throat tightening around the penis and pulling it in so that her lips were kissing his hairy groin and his pulled-in scrotum.
He trembled and stiffened as the hot semen came charging out of his testicles into the tube in the underside of his pulsing penis. Jamming his hard organ as far into Sheila's mouth as was humanly possible, he began scrubbing her face with his pubic hair, her head perfectly still as he breathlessly waited for the agonizing eruption in his body.
"AHHHHHH ... OHHHHHH ... YESSSSSS ... EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH ... SUUUUUUCKKKKKK!" he gasped sharply, the air hissing out of his lungs at the same moment in infinity that he emptied his balls into her sucking mouth.
Sheila sucked voraciously, hungrily, her lips all the tighter around his throbbing penis, and as strongly as she had fought doing this earlier was now how powerfully she drank and sucked, thrilling to the taste of his pungently musky fluid, letting it slide down her throat as she realized her body wanted all of it. What she had felt was a disgusting slime with her own husband she discovered was a wonderful wine, and wondered if she'd be able to keep herself from drinking it from her own vagina the next time her own husband fucked her. She pulled with her lips, wanting every delicious drop of his semen, enjoying the heat of it as it washed down her throat. She continued sucking the thickly quivering prick, swallowing and gulping the heavy gushes of white soup like a starving animal. Her arms automatically wrapped themselves tightly around his buttocks as she continued groveling between his thighs, tugging his hairy thighs against her face and lips until every heated swallow had insured all of his semen in her mouth.
William Green stared down at the kneeling figure of the cock-hungry housewife, realizing he had created a kind of monster as she finally slipped her lips from around his now-shrunken penis. She had been so thorough, the only wetness on his cock was from her saliva. Not a drop of semen remained. Yes, Sheila was precisely where he wanted her. She would do just as he wished, and he would become president of Strouse Reiner and Company.
Sheila remained on her knees, her head down, realizing what she had done. How would she be able to face her husband after this?
She felt so totally debased and ashamed.
CHAPTER THREE
For the first time in a long time Bill Rankin found his wife refusing to share his fantasies and go to bed with him. Obviously some trifle was disturbing her, and being the loving and understanding husband he was, he didn't press Sheila. Most of the time she willingly gave him her body, and he was more than pleased with her. It was a small sacrifice on his part not to fuck her, this Friday night. True, he had wanted to make love because he would be away for the weekend and he'd miss her. And Bill was not the kind of man to contemplate getting a little action on the outside.
Sheila did her best to keep Bill from feeling distraught. She simply wasn't able to let him touch her. She felt so dirty after what she'd done with William Green. How did she allow her husband to kiss her on the mouth that had sucked Green's cock? How was she able to allow him to touch the vagina Green's fingers had defiled?
She did her best to keep him from desiring her, having him take her to the best restaurant in town for dinner, then going to a late movie with him, and even staying up with him to watch some late night TV. But when her husband finally did go to bed and fall asleep, she found herself unable to sleep. She had promised Green she'd be at his party Saturday night. He was even sending his limousine over to pick her up. And she knew if she backed out, Green would use his influence against her husband. She felt just like a whore.
She finally fell asleep in the large overstuffed chair in the living room. And all night long she had nightmares.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was dark out when the limousine came for Sheila. She had spent most of the day in the beauty parlor, having her hair formed into an upsweep. She was trembling inside, not knowing what to do or how to feel. Bill had been gone since early morning, and she had no friends with whom to speak. Sheila didn't trust other females, and as a result had almost no friends at all, other than those her husband brought home.
She was finally dressed in a red cocktail sheath, with red shoes to match. The sheath had a built-in brassiere, and in place of the usual stockings and garter belt she was wearing pantyhose over her frilly white bikini panties.
When the chauffeur rang her bell from downstairs, she grabbed her red purse and took the elevator down, hoping William Green was a man of his word. The chauffeur held the car door open for her, and she got in. He drove her directly to
Green's lavish home where lights glazed brightly and soft music was heard from half a block away.
Getting out of the limousine, she entered the house through the open front door, and saw a large, well-lit living room with a long table at the far end. On it, sat a punch bowl, and behind it was a bartender. There were also all kinds of hors d'oeuvres on the table. She saw Green standing at the far end of the room and recognized the man he was talking to as Jake Whitmeyer, the president of Strouse Reiner.
Green saw her the moment she walked in the door and turned to Whitmeyer, saying, "Now remember, Jake. She's Bill Rankin's wife, so don't hurt her."
Jake Whitmeyer was a tall, almost stringy man, though he had a ludicrous pot belly sticking out in spite of his lean frame. Had he not been the president of Strouse Reiner he would have been the object of much ridicule. He had prematurely white hair, and like William Green he wore rimless glasses on a very bland face. Though he was married, he never brought his wife to social events such as these. After all, if his employees wished to advance by allowing their wives to put out for him-as William Green had led him to believe-far be it from him to discourage such advances. But he had no intention of allowing his wife latitude with any of his junior executives. He suspected she was having an affair of her own, anyway, and since she was discreet about it, he didn't do anything about it. Why rake up mud!
Standing in his tuxedo, he stared at Sheila Rankin and decided she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. The sight of her did cause a throb in his presently flaccid penis.
"You're certain she's willing?" Jake asked.
"Positive," Green assured him. "She'll put on one hell of an act, trying to convince you otherwise. But believe me, she does just about everything, and she does it well."
The two men walked over to Sheila and Green said. "Mrs. Rankin, this is our president, Mr. Whitmeyer."
"Oh come on," the white-haired man snapped in his harsh voice. "We're here to have fun. My first name is Jake," he said to Sheila. "What's yours?"
"I'm Sheila," she said, smiling a little as he took her hand and led her into the room.
"I think I'll leave the two of you alone," William Green said, and discreetly walked away from them.
"Your husband is up-and-coming in our company," Jake Whitmeyer said. "And with a lovely wife like you behind him, I think he'll be going right to the top."
"I try to help in every way possible, Sheila innocently replied, not knowing Jake took it to mean she was willing to physically please him as he hoped.
There were more than a dozen different men and women at the party, and it was obvious to Sheila everyone was having a good time. What annoyed her was the way various men were grabbing the different women in intimate places. At least Jake Whitmeyer had the good sense not to fondle her. She thought he accepted the fact that she was, after all, a lady.
The most obnoxious man at the party was Len Wiley, a short, skinny weasel of a man with a hawk nose and mole's eyes. He was handling a blowsy, heavyset woman he called Helen, who was laughing and giggling all the time he touched her. Sheila was relieved to see him take the heavy bleached blonde outside.
Jake got her a plate of food and they talked of the company's progress in the past few years since taking on ambitious young men like her husband. The white-haired man constantly tried to convince her to take a drink, but remembering how William Green had drugged her the day before, she refused. However none of the other women refused to drink, and they were becoming louder and more raucous with every passing second. One of the girls, a redhead who couldn't have been out of her teens for too long had opened the front of her dress and had pulled off her brassiere. She jumped up on the long table and began doing a strip to the encouraging applause of everyone else there. Sheila stared and would have dropped her plate of food had Jake Whitmeyer not taken it from her.
"How revolting!" Sheila gasped. "Did you ever see anything more disgusting in your life?"
Jake was enjoying her more and more. She was one of those prissy cunts who really did have to be forced to make love before she'd enjoy it. Good! Will Green had picked a perfect woman for him. He was really going to enjoy her.
Turning, Sheila ran across the room to a set of French doors through which Len Wiley and Helen had left. She rushed through the doors out into the darkness trying to empty her mind of the terrible sight of that girl on the table baring her body for everyone to see. How did anyone permit themselves to be so degraded and disgraced? And the worst part of it was, the girl was enjoying herself. She was thrilled by all that was happening.
She began crying, her body convulsing with loud sobs as she stood near the side of the house, smelling the Wild honeysuckle that was growing there. When she looked up, she saw Jake Whitmeyer standing beside her, smiling at her with his crooked smile as he inwardly wondered what the move was to get into her hot cunt. Jesus, but she was one hot-looking pussy. He had to fuck her. His cock was already hard and aching to fill her cunt. He was willing to bet she had a really tight pussy, too.
"Hey, take it easy," Jake whispered as he stood next to her in the darkness. "I don't know why you're crying. You haven't been harmed in any way."
Sniffling, Sheila looked up and gratefully took the handkerchief he offered and wiped her eyes. She choked back a few more tears and thanked him, returning the handkerchief. He was very close to her, his own mouth mere inches from her moistly tender lips and as he spoke his breath, sweet with brandy, drifted across her mouth, comforting her in this moment of anguish as he once again reassured her he was only there to help her.
A wet tear glistened in the far corner of her right eye, then slowly slid out and trickled over her lower lid, down the gentle slope of her child-like cheek. She stood perfectly still as the white-haired man raised his hand to wipe the sliding tear from her face as it neared the corner of her mouth. Her soft lips were still parted and trembling, and the cupid's bow-shape of her upper lip was tempting him to kiss it with his own mouth. At this point it wasn't a question of seduction at all. Plainly, the woman felt a need to be comforted, and he happened to be there. Offering her security surely couldn't hurt.
And Sheila accepted his kiss in the spirit in which it had been intended. She tasted the sweetness of the heavy brandy on his lips as they pressed against hers, touching very gently for an interminably long time. And when his tongue moved from between his lips, she opened her mouth allowing it to slither in, rubbing easily, gently in the heatedly wet cave of her mouth, massaging her own tongue. It was actually exciting. Imagine, a nice, mature man like Jake Whitmeyer was romantically kissing her. It felt so satisfying and secure. He was pressing his body to hers, and she felt his lean strength press against the pliant suppleness of her own trembling torso.
Sheila lifted her arms without thinking, wrapping them tightly around Jake's neck, pulling him closer, hugging him more firmly against the rounded contours of her lovely body. She felt the man's muscles contracting under his clothing, and her dress seemed more like something in the way rather than a fashionable cocktail gown. It had a low neckline, and the rounded tops of her breasts, like ripe melons, swelled over the gown. She was breathing heavily now, and Jake Whitmeyer felt the bare flesh through his shirt. The quivering firmness of her mammary made him ache to tug her dress down. He wanted to see all of her ... completely naked. She was unquestionably one of the most singularly beautiful women he had ever known. Fucking her was going to be a distinct pleasure.
His hungry mouth crushed and pulled her tingling lips more and more urgently as his hand massaged her bare back, making her tingle. Confused by all that had been happening, her nerves strained to the breaking point, her brain was unable to reject the salacious tinglings now starting to course through her quivering loins. She was as aroused as she had been the previous day, when William Green had caressed her body. This was almost like something out of the romantic novels she had been reading. At the moment she felt as if the two of them were alone in an oasis on the desert. They were kissing underneath the stars, his tongue gently sliding around hers, hugging tightly. Sheila felt the man's total strength surround her, and every delicious and wonderful sensation helped to cover her remembrance of the horrible things she had seen inside. Littly by little his kisses were warming her and helping her to forget. Sheila found herself instinctively responding to his caresses, feeling the subtle way his fingers danced over her bare flesh above her dress. She pressed her wanting body all the more firmly against his, aching to feel more of his strength.
Standing outside, bathed in the light of a three-quarter moon, Sheila was unconsciously writhing and rotating her hips forward and around, moving them circularly. She felt herself responding like a woman in any of a hundred novels she'd read. She was a true woman and not just a drudge of a wife. She was being loved by a real man...
What! she thought. What am I doing, what am I thinking? But even as she thought this her mouth still clung to that of the older man, and she trembled all over again. There, pressing against the flatness of her belly, his penis was thick and rigid as it pulsated and pushed eagerly against her, rubbing the hidden hairs on her pelvic mound. Tearfully she realized there was no escape from reality. Reality was an erection, and it was in existence because it was rubbing against her body. It was pressing into her flesh, informing her of its ecstatic needs, and these were needs her body wanted but her mind refused to accept.
"Uuunnnhhh ... no ... no..." she gasped frantically, and did her best to push herself away from the dangerous weapon of his throbbing penis and all the horrors it held for her if she permitted it the leeway it sought. This was something she didn't dare let the man do. What had happened with William Green had been nightmare enough. No matter how good it felt, it had been wrong. She didn't want to wrong her marriage, again. The last time had been bad enough, but she knew if she surrendered this time there would be no excuse. He mustn't touch her ... he mustn't put hands on her. No man but her husband had the right to caress her body, and his right existed solely because he was paying for it; not only with a marriage license, but with the security she so terribly needed. With Bill she was able to control herself, and even if the orgasms were minor, they were satisfying. With Green her body had gone totally out of control, and from the thrills she was sensing now, she knew she was all set to go out of control all over again.
"No, no, no, no, no," she gasped. "Don't do this."
"Don't do what?" Whitmeyer asked, feigning complete innocence. "Sheila, what's come over you?" he wanted to know, grabbing her wrist. She tried pulling away, but his grip was too strong. "Now settle down, damn you and tell me what's bugging you."
"Oh no," she softly whimpered, terrified by the agitation of this man whom she had thought to be dependable. But as afraid as she was of him, she was even more frightened of what she imagined he'd do to her with his penis. "Oh please," she pleaded. "I want to go home. That's all I want to do. I want to go home. Let me go."
Jake Whitmeyer was inwardly smiling. She was perfect, just what he wanted. She was putting up a good struggle, and it would be a pleasure to conquer her.
He eased his hold on her wrist, and Sheila pulled free. Turning, she ran toward the rear of the house since it was the only unblocked way. Terrified, she ran aimlessly, first one way and then another. Behind her, she heard his footsteps as he took after her. She ran into William Green's huge backyard. It was completely enclosed and she desperately sought a way out. Up ahead, at the end of the yard, against a corner of the high fence, she saw what looked like a gardener's shack. She ran to it, opened the door, and hurried inside, slamming it shut and pressing her body against it as she panted, heavily. She felt as if her breath was going to fall out of her and her heart would smash a hole through her ribs and come running out of her chest. She pressed her weight solidly against the door, panting madly, waiting for her breathing to slow down. Finally, after a few minutes, she was breathing a bit more evenly. She listened, and for a moment heard only the beating of her heart in the stillness. She tried to catch the sound of Jake Whitmeyer's footsteps, outside, and that was when she became aware of another sound.
Looking around, she realized this wasn't a shack, after all. At least it wasn't a tool shed. She was standing in a dimly lit room, a bedroom of all things. There was a small, single bed against the far wall, less than seven feet away, and there was even another room. The dim light extended to the other room, and that was where the sounds were coming from. She was hearing wet, noisy sucking sounds. Her heart fluttered as she realized the sound was familiar even if she was unable to place it for the moment. She wondered whether to investigate or to run. Running meant leaving the safety of the place she was in, and Jake Whitmeyer was waiting, outside. If she had any brains she'd remain where she was for awhile, and when she was certain Jake was gone, she'd be able to leave. Sooner or later she'd find a cab and be able to go home. Her red purse was given up for lost, anyway. She had dropped it in Will Green's living room when she had witnessed the strip-tease.
What am I to do? Whitmeyer was out there, waiting, and the sucking sounds in the next room were frightening her. But even as she wondered, trying to make up her mind, she was quietly tip-toeing toward the other room, wondering if the sound was human or animal or what?
As she moved closer to the doorway the sound became more distinct, and it seemed to hypnotically beckon her nearer. She had heard those sounds before, and not too long ago, and she had to know what was making them. She reached the doorway and peered in, seeing everything clearly in the dim light. The room, like the one she was in, had eerie reddish light coming from what appeared to be heat lamps, though why heat lamps were needed in June was a complete mystery to Sheila.
She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming out loud as she stared. A man and a woman were wrestling on yet another bed, both stark, staring naked, and both totally oblivious to Sheila's being there. From less than eight feet away she stared as Len Wiley and the hefty woman known as Helen clung to one another in mad sexual delight. The sounds were familiar. They were the same sounds she had made the previous day when she had been forced to fellate William Green. But it was even worse, here. The woman squatted over Wiley, her loins over his face while her own mouth engulfed the entire length of his throbbing cock, her face obscenely distorted with the distant look of erotic delight. Wiley's face was all but hidden by her heavy thighs, his noisy tongue darting obscenely between her vaginal lips and lasciviously licking at her pinkly naked cunt. His hands were reaching for. and squeezing, her large pink nipples to an excited hardness as he sucked hungrily at her vagina, drinking all her fluids.
Staring at them in the dimness, Sheila found herself frozen, unable to move. She was frightened by what she was looking at because it was arousing her. It was more delightful and arousing than anything she had ever read in those romance books she was constantly reading. Her chest began heaving again as she felt herself becoming more and more excited. Her own nipples thickened and enlarged as she stared at the lurid sight of the two people moaning and writhing on the bed. She had never seen anything like this before in her life. She knew it was wrong to stare, but she was unable to pull her eyes away.
She never heard the door open behind her. and just as silently close. She was hypnotized by the sight of the two enjoying themselves so uninhibitedly, noting Helen's salacious response to all that Wiley was doing. Her mouth sucked firmly, pulling more and more of the nearly emaciated man's penis between her sucking lips. Sheila almost jumped, ready to scream when she felt a hand circle her waist as another hand gentle pressed against her mouth. Turning her head, she saw Jake Whitmeyer standing behind her, peering over her shoulder. When he was certain she wouldn't scream, he released her mouth, though he kept an arm around her waist. He smiled at her, winked, and nodded toward the couple on the bed.
To Sheila, this was terrible. Back at the house she had been in the midst of an orgy, but no one would have been able to harm her against her will in front of all those others. Here she was virtually alone with a strange man who was obviously a little high on what he'd had to drink, and with this strange man she was watching the ludicrous sight of a fat woman and a skinny man rolling around on a bed together with their mouths glued to one another's genitalia. This was a nightmare, and yet, in spite of knowing she ought to walk out of here, she found herself unable to move. She was trapped, and it wasn't Jake Whitmeyer who was holding her.
Even in the dim red light she saw that Helen, in spite of her chunkiness, was a well-built woman. Her flesh was clear and unblemished and her passion was plain and distinct. Her body was jumping wildly each time Wiley thrust his tongue into her dripping vagina, and her mouth slammed against his penis all the more violently as she rolled her hips around his hungry face.
Totally mesmerized, Sheila stared at the chunky woman's writhing, twisting, undulating hips. realizing how aroused Helen was by what Wiley was doing with his lips and his tongue. Oh! Never had Sheila imagined such terrible people to exist ... people who actually wanted to put their mouths on other people's private parts. What she had done with William Green was bad enough, but she had done it because she was forced to do it. Helen was sucking Wiley's penis with a willing verve, and Wiley was voluntarily licking her vaginal opening. And he're was she, Sheila, watching all this, her own hips starting to involuntarily writhe as she picked up the woman's rhythm, slowly rolling her hips back and forth, pressing her belly against the door jamb. She recalled what it had been like to suck Green's cock, and now found herself salivating. She was one with Helen, tasting a penis all over again, but not knowing what it was like to have a tongue wash through her own vaginal temple.
Jake Whitmeyer, behind her, was all but forgotten, and his two hands, which had been wrapped around her waist, had now moved up and were cupping her breasts. He was gently squeezing them, pulling on her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers, making them swell until Sheila thought they would burst out of their skin. As her belly pressed against the door jamb, her buttocks rubbed against Whitmeyer's front, her anal cheeks feeling his thick penis. She knew this was all wrong. She had to pull away, but she didn't.
Unconsciously she was urging him to press his penis more firmly into her buttocks, aching to feel the head of his throbbing organ rubbing in the crease between her ass-cheeks. Her red dress was bunching up tightly and rubbing against her anal pucker, teasing and tantalizing it, causing a perverted lust to. blast through her shuddering loins. It seemed to shriek without warning through her entire body. Once again she was feeling the hidden delights of raw, animalistic desire rising from the depths of her undiscovered being, and once again this lust was being brought about by someone other than her husband. She had relinquished her right to self-control when she had permitted her curiosity to get the better of her and remained to watch Len Wiley and Helen Hopper doing their obscene horizontal dance on the bed. When Jake's hand unzipped her dress, she tried struggling, but he held her fast as he peeled it off her shoulders, then tugged it around her waist, letting it fall to her swaying, ivory buttocks. Then her dress was falling to the floor along with her half slip, and her breasts were free. Sheila continued rolling her body with the fascinated movements of the woman on the bed. She stared transfixed at the way Helen's lips encircled Wiley's hard penis, and she realized her own mouth looked just as obscene when it had been wrapped around William Green's throbbing organ. But what fascinated her even more was the way Len Wiley was opening his mouth to continually engulf Helen's puffy vaginal lips.
Sheila pushed against Jake's hand as he began rubbing it against her buttocks, while his other hand continued massaging her bountiful breasts. Watching the heavy woman on the bed squeal with Wiley's penis in her mouth made Sheila tremble and shudder with delight. How did it feel? What was there about the perversion of a tongue against her clitoris and inner vaginal tunnel that made Helen writhe so? Sheila had to find out. Helen was bucking more and more furiously now, and it was obvious to Sheila the heavy blonde woman was enjoying an orgasm. It was equally obvious Len Wiley was a long way away from one. The skinny little man continued lapping until Helen no longer wriggled, and then he squirmed his way out from underneath.
Sheila's eyes were now staring at the lengthy penis as it jutted out from his crotch. It wasn't anywhere near as long, or as thick as either her husband's penis or that of William Green, and for the first time in her life the sight of an erect penis didn't either frighten or disgust her, or leave her disinterested. Instead, she found herself fascinated by Wiley's appendage, by its hard, swollen stiffness and the pulsating rubbery tip looking much like the eraser on top of a giant pencil.
Wiley flipped Helen over on her back, and then hovered over her body, creating the impression he might stab his cock into her troubled depths. For a long moment the bright-red shaft hung over Helen's fleecy mound, then slowly moved forward, dragging the two testicles behind it over Helen's belly. He was spreading his thighs around her body and slowly sliding higher, moving until he sat on the pillows of Helen's huge breasts. Now that she looked at them Sheila was amazed at how heavy the woman's mammae were. Wiley sat on the pillows of Helen's full and heavy breasts, crushing them with the skinny cheeks of his buttocks. Once again he was pointing his penis toward her mouth, but this time he was comfortable, seating himself on the cushions of her bosom. Wiley leaned back as he reached between Helen's unprotected thighs and rammed his middle finger into her juicy pussy, making her jerk as she bucked and slammed her cunt against his hand.
Sheila watched as Helen squirmed under the bony knees of Len Wiley as the latter gripped his penis, and as Green had done the day before to Sheila, so did Wiley now rub the tip of his prick around Helen's mouth, smearing lubrication all over her face. Then the heavy blonde's tongue leaped out and licked at the skinny man's glans. She strained her head upward and sucked his penis willingly between her lips. Wiley sat back a little, tugging his cock just out of reach of Helen's mouth, and the heavy woman grunted and strained, valiantly trying to reach the penis with her mouth. Sheila experienced a strong empathy with the woman, licking her own lips as she remembered how good it had felt when she had sucked Green's cock.
She gasped as Wiley crammed his throbbing prick into Helen's sucking mouth and every fiber of her body shivered, aching to taste what Helen was tasting as she felt herself slowly sinking into the morass of depravity. Her shuddering body anxiously thrilled to the movements of Jake Whitmeyer's hands now running over her own flesh. It was wrong, and she ought not to be doing it, but it felt so glorious. Every fiber in her body shuddered as one of Jake's hands ran down her sensuous belly, gliding easily under the elastic of her nylon panties and pantyhose. When his fingers teased her softly curling pelvic tendrils, she twitched, knowing she ought to have removed his hand ... but she didn't.
His hand continued moving through her moist curls, pausing for a brief instant before pushing into the wetness of her pink slit. It pushed across the tiny bud of her trembling clitoris, sending lightning-like shock through her body, making her vibrantly wish for more. Her vagina was bubbling as it came to life with a vengeance, remembering what William Green's finger had done to it.
Her covered buttocks still felt the pressure of Whitmeyer's throbbing cock as it pushed panties and pantyhose into her anal crack, undulating up and down, building roaring pyres from the lambent tongues of flame lightly burning between her quivering thighs. His finger was rubbing a little lower now, making her squirm as it slid between her vaginal lips. It moved deeper, sliding tightly into the heatedly wet depth of her achingly wanting vagina, forcing a squeal of delighted ecstasy to force itself from Sheila's gasping throat.
This was wrong, ever so wrong, and yer Sheila didn't know how to stop it. All the fear, she had felt before was no longer there, but her mind was able to distinguish what she had believed was right all her life from what she had thought to be wrong. Somehow she had to stop herself from responding.
A choking, gurgling sound brought her attention back to the bed in the other room, and Sheila looked, seeing a horribly sadistic grin on Len Wiley's face. He had grabbed Helen Hopper's blonde hair and pulled her head higher for a moment, helping her to swallow more of his cock. Then he let her hair go and moved his groin higher on her face, sinking his hard cock straight down into her mouth, slapping her throat with his balls. And Helen gleefully and gladly sucked the man's penis all the way into her throat as her cheeks bloated and swelled. She was sucking on the in-stroke and puffing on the out-stroke, her eyes all blurred with animal passion.
Sheila had never imagined it possible to witness anything this lascivious. She had always been brought up to believe men enjoyed sex and women tolerated it. Only bad women also enjoyed it. But she knew Helen Hopper was the wife of one of the company's senior executives. She remembered, she had met her at more than one gathering to which Bill had taken her. Helen wasn't an inordinately bad woman, yet here she was, enjoying Len Wiley's tongue and now enjoying the feeling of his cock down her throat, just as she. Sheila, had enjoyed William Green's cock in her mouth in spite of hating Green. Sheila was sighing as her vagina felt the rubbing pressure of Jake Whitmeyer's fingers.
Jake had been staring with salacious hunger, himself fascinated at the way a skinny man like Wiley dominated a chunky woman like Helen Hopper, ramming his cock down the woman's sucking throat. What he was seeing was so overpowering he was unable to contain himself. He had to fuck this lovely woman, and he had to fuck her, now. Shuddering with pent-up passion, his pants fell, and his vibrating prick pushed between Sheila's thighs from behind, and Sheila clenched her loins around it, shuddering and shaking, herself, knowing it was wrong, but unable to stop herself. Jake pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "Bend forward, honey. We can watch this and I'll fuck you at the same time. You won't have to lie down."
The image of herself bending forward and taking a penis from behind ought to have disgusted her.
How many times had she felt degraded by the various positions in which her husband had fucked her. But now she felt aroused, picturing herself with her hands on her knees and the penis penetrating her vagina from the rear.
No! No! she wasn't able to betray Bill this easily. Green had promised her she wouldn't have to do anything like this, yet here she was, naked and anxious.
"I ... can't...," she gasped, trembling as his penis rubbed back and forth between her thighs, massaging her vaginal lips. "I just can't do it. Please, please ... if you have any regard for me at all ... don't make me do this thing..."
"Your husband's future with the company depends on what you do now," Whitmeyer whispered, meaning he wanted her to do as he wished in order for her husband to be promoted. But Sheila thought he meant Bill was in danger of losing his job. "Now you bend forward so I can fit my cock into you, and if you watch those two on the bed you'll get an even bigger kick."
She began trembling at his obscene words. The evening had already taken a great toll on her. She was weak from the strain she had been under, and her will had weakened even more watching Len Wiley rolling around on the bed with Helen Hopper, watching Helen sucking Wiley's cock with all the effort she, herself had put into sucking Green's prick.
"I've got you right where I want you, and you know it," Whitmeyer said, and pushed her half-limp body forward until her hands rested on her knees just as she had pictured herself doing. Sheila realized there simply was no escape. She had to do as she was ordered.
Feeling him behind her, rubbing the top of his cock against the hair-framed pouch of her pussy, Sheila swayed gently with a subtle rhythm, her buttocks rolling gently from side to side, the two gluteal mounds sensuously trembling with each shuddering motion as she felt his cock pull back and his hands grip the elastic of both, her bikini panties and her pantyhose, pulling them down. He tugged them over her long, slender thighs and yanked them off her feet, shoving her shoes out of the way.
The air in the small shack reeked with sex and now heatedly washed over her openly exposed buttocks, making Sheila want to cry out in horrible shame. She was offering her tenderly round buttocks to her husband's superior as a gift, an obscenely humiliating gift she would never forget, but she wasn't able to stop herself now. Her own husband had been sent away for the weekend, and William Green had maneuvered her into a position where this strange man was now her lover, if only for the night. It was wrong, all of it, everything she was doing, but excitement continued shuddering its way through her body as she nakedly and helplessly stood there. In spite of her blind terror and humiliation she was surrendering herself like a wanton bawd, giving her body over to this depraved man's desires. It was no use. She simply wasn't strong enough to fight by herself. He had dropped his own pants, and was now kneeling behind her as she bent over, and suddenly she felt his hot breath brushing her vaginal cleft and teasing the anal vale, as well. And then she hit her head against the door jamb when she felt the sudden shock of his tongue against her rounded buttocks, eagerly licking into the narrow crevice between her tight cheeks, as her ass-flesh rubbed against his nose and his face. She almost hit the ceiling when the tip of his tongue flicked against her shuddering anus.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped as all the breath rushed out of her. The titillating oral organ licked swiftly between her shuddering buttocks, making the mounds of her ass tremble as waves of blistering lava swamped her, building the desire in her own quivering body as she had never known it, before. Involuntarily she thrust her buttocks back against the man's face and began uncontrollably screwing her anus in tiny circles around the licking tongue that was continually probing into her. The tongue lashed against her anus again and again as his wide-open mouth appeared ready to literally devour her buttocks. Waves of burning heat and freezing cold trammeled through every nerve in her delectable body as she found herself starting to nakedly revel in the exciting new sensations. This was such a terribly wicked, wanton thing to do, but now that it was really happening this which she was feeling was all she wished to feel. She was unable to conceive of any other feeling in the entire world. All she felt was the wetly rasping tongue that lashed back and forth between the rounded mountains of her ass-cheeks. Now she began understanding with even more clarity just what it was Helen Hopper was enjoying. She was feeling the thrillingly wicked pleasure of inexplicable joy ... of mouths sucking ... of all the things to which she had kept her mind closed for so long because her mother had insisted it was all wicked. Sex was starting to become a meaningful reality to her.
He suddenly stopped lapping at her anus, a gush of relief came tumbling from her nostrils. She sensed him standing behind her, his tongue slowly gliding up her spine, barely touching her skin until he was kissing lightly at the hairs on the nape of her bare neck.
Standing at his full height behind her, Jake Whitmeyer began slowly pressing the pulsating cherry tip of his massively jerking cock between her thighs, and then pressed it between the hair-surrounded lips of her seething pussy.
Sheila had not had a chance to look at the man's penis, but from the feel of it against her vagina she knew it was a big one; certainly as long and as thick as that which her husband sported. And from this angle, her narrowed cunt felt as if it was incapable of handling anything quite so huge.
He'll tear me apart. He'll kill me, and then my body will disappear, and Bill will never know how unfaithful I've been to him. He's been so good to me, he doesn't deserve this.
Spurred by her overwhelming fear, she clenched her ass-cheeks tightly together and pulled forward in the hope of possibly escaping the impending approach of the rigidly threatening penis. But her shoulder was already against the door jamb, and there was no way for her to move forward. She was trapped, hopelessly trapped, and she hoped and prayed Bill would never learn of this. She was totally at the mercy of this horrible man.
He was going to stake her vagina from the rear. She was going to be shiskebobed on that massively swollen organ, and there was no way for her to prevent him from doing it.
His hands were digging into her soft, widely spread thighs, tugging on them like a vise-in-reverse, holding them open while keeping her in position for the final lunge.
"Now," he whispered, his breath coming in hot and heavy pants. "Since you don't like the way I want to fuck you, suppose you ease matters by shoving my cock in, yourself. Go on!"
"Oh please," she begged, weeping through convulsive shudders. "Don't make me do it. Please ... don't...."
"Shut the hell up and stick it in, right now, goddamn you!" he gasped, and tightened the grip he had on her thighs, forcing them to remain gaping.
"Ohhhhhh..." she groaned, feeling a combination of pain and humiliation that made her thighs ache to be torn from her body. What else was there left for her to do? There simply was no hope, and in order for her to stop the pain she hurriedly reached between her open loins and wrapped her slim fingers around the swollen, turgid flesh of his barrel-shaped cock. God! It was even thicker than she had believed. It was too big ... much too big. In this position he'd slice her open, cutting her right down the middle.
Her hesitation brought more pressure from the man's fingers as they dug into the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Each fingertip felt like a scorpion's stinger, making her squeal as she unwillingly pulled the reddish point forward until it pressed its blunt shape against the quivering terrified entrance to her vagina. She wanted to cry out again, but instead she moaned and bit her lower lip as she felt the rounded tip nudge forward against the wetly open labia and begin to part their scalloped pinkness with its massively swollen girth. Slowly, very slowly, stretching what Bill had always called the most precious part of his wife's body, the probing prick began forcing its way into the restrictingly tight channel until the entire head rested just inside the warmth of her wet tunnel. Sheila was certain he would kill her at any moment with the pressure of his hard cock as it continued pushing, thrusting its way into her elastic vaginal tube. He took a deep breath and with a powerful thrust, jammed it all the way in.
"Ohhhhhh myyyyyy!" she gasped, screeching aloud, no longer caring about Len Wiley and Helen Hopper. She had spied on them, it seemed only right they enjoy what was now happening to her. Her entire stomach was aflame with agony and she was certain this was the moment when she would die. Sheila fought to escape the wrath of the powering organ, but there simply was no escape. She was hoist on the end of his throbbing petard, and her entire life was hurriedly passing before her eyes as she sought to put out the flaming tongues that flashed through her tortured vaginal passage. She was certain her stretched flesh was being torn from her body and prayed she'd simply be able to faint, certain the tortured spasms of agony rolling through her vaginal walls had to be impending signals of doom.
Her head rolled from one side to the other as she gasped in tortured pain. She stared straight ahead and there was Helen Hopper still sucking on the stiff, throbbing penis being pushing straight down into her mouth. She was chomping on the thick cock as if it were her sole source of nourishment, clinging tightly to it with her gnawing lips and holding the twitching base firmly with her hands. Above her, Len Wiley was laughing with a horribly obscene giggle as he jammed his prick ever further into Helen's sucking mouth, enjoying the sight of her lips as they continually shaped and re-shaped themselves to his penile thrusting. Her tongue licked with such strength it was obvious to the little man she was reveling in the lust-crazed depravity. Sheila stared as the woman used her hands to reach around and grab Wiley's buttocks-one cheek in each hand-and yank him frantically downward, slamming his penis even deeper into her throat. Dripping rivers of liquid spilled from either side of her mouth, running down her cheeks into her temples and onto the bed. The entire horrid scene was a mass of utter depravity and perversion. But Sheila saw Helen's face seemingly smile, even with the penis thrust into her mouth, keeping the glistening prick wetted down.
Sheila was unable to believe how much Helen enjoyed what she was doing. But then her mind traveled back to the previous day and she recalled how much she had enjoyed sucking William Green's cock. She shuddered, and her entire body opened up to the licentiousness it was feeling.
Her impaled cunt was feeling the sweet rhythmic moving of the cylindrical penis inside as Jake slowly began increasing his thrusts, lengthening his strokes, plunging his lengthy penis deeper and deeper into the smooth, wet walls of her dripping vaginal basilica. Electrifying ripples of passion charged through her sensuous body, this time reaching ever deeper into her shuddering pussy, seeking a way out. Release was needed, and Sheila tightened her throbbing vagina as the hot pole continued plunging in and out of her body. Each thrust of Jake Whitmeyer was stretching the smoothly clasping walls a bit wider, and she sensed more and more passion running rampantly through her. She was being solidly fucked by a man she honestly didn't know while the two of them watched another man cram his cock into the mouth of a woman neither of them really knew. Because of the way Helen Hopper was sucking Len Wiley's penis, it seemed to temporarily ease the debasement Sheila was feeling. The continually licentious thrusts into her vagina felt more and more thrilling. She felt a strong, mounting pleasure ... pleasure she had continually tried to ignore when Bill had fucked her. True, it was as much her husband's fault as it was hers, if only because he always used some kind of missionary position, and never bothered warming her up, first. She was quickly learning how important a little fondling was, and when she got her husband alone in a bedroom, she, the pupil, would become the teacher. With a deeply pleasurable sigh she continued rolling her buttocks from one side to the other, keeping time with the way the strong cock continued sinking itself into her.
"Ummmmmm!" she involuntarily moaned, gasping with delight, no longer displeased that she was uttering licentious sounds. This was the first active thing she had ever done during intercourse. True, she had moaned and sighed when Green had fingered her cunt, but that didn't really count. After all, that hadn't really been fucking. There, she had actually thought of the word, and the world hadn't come tumbling down around her ears. She was becoming more and more excited, enjoying the way the hard cock continued plunging into her feminine channel, filling, then re-filling her.
Standing behind her, the once-distinguished-looking Jake Whitmeyer's face was lined with contorted desire as he fucked his hard cock into the delicious tightness of her pussy again and again, slamming in whith all his strength. He was holding her hips prisoner and fucking her as surely as if she were his captive slave. He had complete power over this woman and that gave him as much pleasure as the actual fucking, itself.
His hands pulled at the tenderly jiggling moons of her rounded buttocks, spreading them even wider, watching the ruffled pink lips of her sodden vagina tightly gripping and slurping on his throbbing penis as he continued pushing it into her. Standing on the tips of his toes, he thrust forward with even more power, feeling the jelly-like resistance of her sucking pussy seemingly open and make an easier path for his cock as he heard a final submissive sigh from Sheila, knowing she was truly his to play with to his heart's content. It was obvious from the way she was reacting this was all new to her. Her husband was one of those all-work-and-no-play jerks who came home, dipped his stick in a hurry, then went right back to work again. One day he would have to pass a rule at Strouse Reiner that all male employees had to spend two hours every day properly fucking some female or other. It was a shame to waste such a cunt as this one, and that, in essence, was just what her husband was doing. She was as close to being a virgin as was humanly possible in spite of no longer having a cherry. She was almost new flesh, and Whitmeyer decided he might as well teach her a thing or two while making good use of her cunt. He began churning his own buttocks in wide arcs as he plummeted his heavy penis into her tight cunt, forcing the head of his sunken phallus to ram itself even deeper into the woman's thirsting vagina. Every wet inch of that hair-surrounded cunt was so smooth and soft, with accordioning ripples only when he thrust into her. Her sucking pussy was a heatedly wet glove, totally enveloping his cock again and again. The veined hardness of his organ tingled electrified strokes.
Aware only of thrilling delight at this moment, Sheila sighed and mewled repeatedly at the obscene invasion of her ravished cunt, concentrating only on the thrilling delight continuing to build inside her. Passion was flaring through all of her and she spread her soft thighs wider, this time of her own volition, lowering her rounded buttocks so she was almost crouching, forcing Whitmeyer to lower his own body, bending at the knees and following her orgiastically licentious movements in an effort to keep up with her. She gasped, thrilling to the bushy clump of gray hair that rubbed against her buttocks when his hard cock was all the way inside her teeming, burning vagina. She thrilled, feeling the hairs massage her white skin, tickling her pink, vaginal lips, making them shudder with lust. She bent lower, her succulent breasts dangling like ripe fruit as her hands gripped her ankles and she began a lusty shaking of her entire body. When the sensations she was feeling didn't seem like enough, she used her fingers to start pinching her nipples. Gasping and sighing at every delightful added stimulation. Sheila cooed even louder as she felt the rubbery head of Whitmeyer's cock reaching deeper into her than her husband's had ever gone. The expanded glans was surveying uncharted depths, braving new inner frontiers where she had never been stimulated before. She was no longer the pretty little innocent housewife who was thinking solely about her security. Fear of humiliation had temporarily slipped away from her. Suddenly, Sheila had become a woman, healthy in her robust enjoyment of that which her body had been craving, thrilling to the way Jake Whitmeyer's marvelous phallus slid in and out of her body with growing ease. Nothing else in the entire world really mattered. She enjoyed the pleasure, the thrilling obsceneness that now carried her aloft from a dreary earth to a marvelous heaven. She felt passion, desire and lust for its own sake. Her body craved a climax similar to those she had enjoyed the previous day, but this one, stimulated by a cock, had to be better, especially since the cock was buried in its natural habitat.
Helen Hopper was still sucking Len Wiley's throbbing penis as it continually twitched in her mouth. And now she had an even more intense look on her round face. Now that a penis in her vagina had driven the last vestiges of shame from her mind, if only for a little while, Sheila, staring at the way Helen sucked found herself remembering William Green's hard cock thrust all the way down her throat, and discovered she was drooling all over the floor. No longer did she pity Helen, but rather envied her, and wished she were able to suck on a penis while having the one in her cunt continue fucking her. That would be pure glory.
Vaguely, she watched Wiley's body starting to convulse on the bed, his balls slapping up and hitting Helen's chin and throat as Helen forced her lips to the hilt of his shaft. Sheila realized Wiley was in the process of coming, and Helen was avidly swallowing his semen. Recalling how wonderful it felt to have all that warmly pungent semen in her mouth and throat, she felt a minor orgasm tremor through her body.
Completely mesmerized, she watched as Wiley yanked his wildly spurting penis from Helen's mouth, gripping her hair and pulling her head back, and though Helen desperately tried to suck the penis back in, Wiley held it just beyond her mouth, letting it shoot its white froth all over her lips and face. Helen's chin was covered with the sticky fluid as it dripped in long strings onto Wiley's legs. Her tongue was working as quickly as possible, licking madly, trying to clean as much of the white spume from her countenance as possible. Wiley continued cackling as he all but washed her face with his spurting semen.
As far as Sheila was concerned, the nasty little man was even more degrading than William Green. She was unable to understand why he was still trying to humiliate the heavy woman when her mouth had obviously given him a lot more pleasure than he deserved. But even as she thought these things, Sheila realized Helen was enjoying her own degradation as much as Wiley, as her mouth strove to catch the last few shooting drops of the man's sperm. She seemed to be pleased with this humiliation.
Wiley released Helen's hair as some last few drops dribbled from the tip of his penis. The blonde woman gripped the limp organ and sucked the head into her mouth, pulling those drops down her hungering throat, and Sheila shuddered, remembering how much she had enjoyed the taste of Green's seminal flow.
Sheila felt Whitmeyer's hands tugging on her hips as he slowly began walking backwards, taking her with him. She found herself waddling-in-reverse with the thick penis crammed all the way into her cunt as he made her duck-walk back into the first room to the other bed. He moved her forward, jogging behind her until her knees were on the bed. All the while he was exceptionally careful not to release the grip his hands had on her rounded hips.
"Still," he warned as he moved onto the bed, himself, trying to keep the full length of his penis fully buried in the burningly steaming depths of her shuddering cunt. Sheila remained unmoving until his hands urged her forward, allowing his knees to rest more firmly on the mattress.
Sheila realized she'd do whatever Jake told her in order to keep the wonderful pressure of his cock in her taut pussy, and his hands prodded her to move forward a bit more, she did so, feeling him shuffle along behind her on his knees.
Just as she felt herself set to enjoy his cock fucking into her again, Sheila lost her balance. Her knees slipped from under her and she fell to the bed, hearing and feeling his heavy penis slide from the wet glove of her cunt with a loud sucking sound. A cool rush of air covered the wetness of her pelvis and vaginal lips and she gasped, feeling the wonder of the coolness but feeling incomplete and unsatisfied without the massive organ buried between her perspiring thighs. Now she began realizing just how much she needed the cock. She wanted him to cram it all the way inside her wildly aching and burning vaginal interior. She had to have it.
"Uuuuuuhhh!" she gasped as he grabbed her, spun her onto her back, then reached down with his two hands and cupped the twin moons of her quivering white ass-cheeks, lifting her fur-surrounded muff off the mattress, bringing it closer and closer to the straining tip of his shuddering cock. She moaned, sighed, and gasped, wriggling in ecstasy as the heavily pulsating point began sliding evenly, firmly, and solidly into the buttery depths of her aching vaginal excavation. Once again, Sheila was filled with the heatedly hard flesh that had started building her to the lust-enchanged heights of inner paradise. Raising her thighs she locked her white and tenderly soft loins around Whitmeyer's hips, locking his massive instrument all the way into her clasping cunt, never wanting to release the pulsating organ. He began thrusting forward, pulling back, thrusting forward, pulling back, and slamming his fiery organ forward once again. She started squeezing the smooth walls of her vaginal throughway open and shut like a wetly burning fist, clutching his moving cock as if it were her last hope for salvation. Sheila had completely surrendered her body to the writhing sexual passion inside her, thrilling to the sound of the man's heavy panting, knowing it was brought on by his filling her cunt with his cock. The electric thrill of rapturous ecstasy shivered through her wanton body, leaping from synapse to synapse as nerve-endings were continually stimulated. Her head lolled from side to side in silent reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting sensations possible from this adulterously wicked coupling.
She was all alone in a world of sensuality and sensation, living for the moment, leaving her husband and her mother far behind forever ... or so it seemed, as she shuddered with his heavy balls now slapping rhythmically against her tight perineum. The mattress beneath her was shaking as fire raced through her naked loins.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck..." she heard herself gasping the word out loud. "Fuck me, fuck me ... harrrrrrd ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... oh ... don't stopppppp..." she gasped again, her voice completely out of control as she spastically jerked and bucked, feeling the first throes of her monumental climax starting to build deep in the straining muscles of her trembling belly. Her frenzied mind and body were bouncing around on the mattress like a rubber life raft in a stormy sea. She pleaded with him, begging for more and more pleasure, demanding to feel even more passion as she attained that ultimate height of orgasmic wonder.
Her ears were clogged with the roaring of climactic wonder and she never heard the patter of bare feet around her on the wooden floor. Soft voices were whispering and giggling as all but the need for her apex was blotted from her conscious mind. Her seething orgasm was all set to unleash.
"That is terrific," the voice of Helen Hopper said, coming through the darkness. "Now that is what I call one helluva response. Look at her, just look at her. She is fantastic."
"Fuck her, Jake," the high-pitched voice of Len Wiley came through. "Stick it to her good. You really got her going."
But Sheila heard none of it. All that filled her ears was the distant sound of ocean waves bursting against rocks as her entire body rose in an erupting plume of fire and brightness, burning her every stretched nerve as she jerked and whipped violently because of the climax bursting through her.
"AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH ... HHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... I'MMMMMM ... U H H H H H H COMMMIIINNNGGGUUUGGGHHH!! ! " she gasped, and filled the air with her screams as one climax after another drowned her, hitting her with all the power of a sledgehammer each time.
"THATTTA ... GIIIIIIRRRRRRLLLLLL..." Jake bellowed, and blasted the contents of his balls into her trembling body. He spurted repeatedly into her, but Sheila was only vaguely aware of it, as she was only vaguely aware of the applause from Len Wiley and Helen Hopper.
CHAPTER FIVE
William Green had the pictures he needed. The infra-red cameras had ground away, taking movies of everything that had happened between Helen and Wiley and Sheila and Whitmeyer. But as he sat in his study once the party was over and everyone, including Sheila, had gone, he realized getting rid of Jake Whitmeyer was not quite enough. He had to be elected president of the company, and many of the big stockholders did what Jake's board of directors told them to do. Therefore, he had to get rid of the four-man board, as well. Sheila would be ideal for the job, but Helen Hopper was out. None of the men on the board would want anything physically to do with her. He'd have to get another woman, and as he thought about it, he realized he had the perfect woman in his office.
She had even worked in the secretarial pool with Sheila, though she was somewhat more mature. Not that this made Fanny Siegel any less desirable. She was a natural blonde, a honey blonde, and not the bottle kind like Helen Hopper. She had an invalid husband to support, and would do anything Green wanted ... or would shortly do anything Green wanted. Threats of taking her away from her job wouldn't bother Fanny because she was such a good secretary she'd get a job just about anywhere. Fanny was overprotective of her family, especially of her daughter, Joanne, equally blonde, considerably more blas', and perfect for seduction by the right man. Joanne, like her mother, worked for Strouse Reiner, though in Joanne's case it was a summer job, between college semesters.
Fanny was trying to set up a good marriage for her daughter, though it was obvious Joanne didn't really give a damn. As a result the mother was always squelching the little indiscretions her daughter performed.
Oddly enough. Bill Rankin, Sheila's husband, would have been ideal for his purposes, so William Green decided to talk to Rankin when he returned, on Monday. He knew of the man's fidelity, but he also knew of the man's driving ambition. If one little screw with someone other than his wife might put him in the chair Green now occupied, once Green became company president, it seemed fairly certain Bill Rankiin would come around.
What helped Green's cause was Sheila's renewed feelings of guilt. Thinking herself dirty, she refused to allow her husband to touch her when he came home late Sunday evening. And so, the next day, when Bill went to the office, Green called him into his own office.
"What's the problem?" Bill asked, sitting in a preferred seat.
"No problem," Green told him. "How would you like to be vice-president of this company in a month or so?"
"Are you leaving?" Bill asked.
"I'm moving up," Green told him. "A big scandal is about to break, and there'll be a lot of vacant spots open. Since I expect to be president, I'll back any loyal man and see to it he moves up."
Shrugging, Bill asked, "Just what constitutes loyalty?"
"In your case, very little. You know that slender blonde, Joanne Siegel, in the secretarial pool?"
"You mean the daughter of your own private secretary?"
"Right."
"Yeah, I know her. She's an aggressive little bitch. Always on the make for me. What about her?"
"I want you to succumb," Green told him. "And before you start telling me you don't want to cheat on your wife, just remember, only you, I and Joanne will ever know. The vice presidency means an unlimited expense account, a lot of overseeing but almost no heavy work, a half dozen vacations a year, and a salary five times more than you're earning now, in addition to stock options."
"Is it all right if I give this some thought?" Bill asked.
"No," the baldheaded Green replied. "What I want done has to be done at lunchtime. I'm on a tight schedule."
"I can't figure out what my sleeping with Joanne Siegel has to do with all this," Bill insisted.
"Leave the thinking to me," Green told him. "Don't be reticent or hesitant with the girl. She's been hot for you for some time, now. Offer to take her out for lunch. Then take her to the private suite we reserve at the Hilton hotel. Just do this one thing this one time, and I guarantee, when special elections come up next month and I'm the presidential candidate, you'll be the sole vice presidential candidate."
"Will you put it in writing?" Bill asked.
"You know better than that, Bill."
"Wrong. I want to make certain I don't get shafted. So you prepare a document stating that should there be special elections wherein you'll be moved up to the presidency, you'll see to it I'm moved into your spot. Then give the document to my own secretary. She'll hold it until I either take it from her or return it to you. And you know I won't take it from her unless I've done what you want."
Yes, Green knew Bill Rankin was just that kind of honest shnook. He would be a perfect vice president, because he, unlike Green, wasn't the kind to try and move up by screwing someone else. And since this was the second highest position in the company, once Rankin became vice president, he wouldn't have to worry about being unfaithful to his wife again, since no amount of seduction would move him higher.
"All right," William Green agreed. "You have a deal."
He sat and wrote the document in front of Bill Rankin, then put it in a sealed envelope after signing it and called a company messenger boy into the room. He instructed the boy to give the envelope to Rankin's secretary. Once the messenger was gone, he said, "All right, Bill. Go on out there and fuck for the glory of the company."
"I suppose I can think of worse things," Bill Rankin said, and left.
As he went to the secretarial pool, he rationalized what he was doing by saying to himself this would be for Sheila's benefit, and it would also ease the pain in his balls. Hell! He had treated his wife with kid gloves ever since they were married. It was time for him to fuck a woman again, then maybe he'd be able to go home and fuck Sheila with gusto, making her respond instead of simply lying there like a log.
CHAPTER SIX
The Bill Rankin that took Joanne Siegel to lunch at the Hilton was a totally different man from the quiet, considerate husband Sheila had known. He suddenly became urbane, witty, and sophisticated. Neither he nor Joanne ate much, and when he suggested they relax in the private hotel suite that belonged to Strouse Reiner, the blonde's blood pressure jumped. She had been after this man for more than a year, coming to the office to visit her mother in the hope of getting Rankin to notice her.
Joanne was two inches taller than Sheila, with bright gold hair. She was almost-not quite-skinny, with small, firm, upstanding breasts that never needed a brassiere. She had a trim, narrow waist, and almost boyish hips. Her features were simple, but clean, and she would have been able to have almost any male on the campus where she went to college, including many of the teachers. And her mother had been forced to hush up two different scandals between Joanne and college professors.
The two of them took the elevator to the top floor, Joanne's orange, white, and green skirt flaring wide as they walked. She looped her arm through that of Bill Rankin, and once they entered the suite, she immediately spotted the kitchen.
"Care for a beer while we're taking it easy?" she asked.
"Later. Do you smoke?"
"A little tobacco, a little grass," Joanne replied. "Care to share one with me?"
Rankin didn't bother playing games, asking what she wanted to share. "Sure," he nodded.
So the two of them sat on the sitting room sofa and shared a roach. They relaxed and sat back, and he asked her about college. She fielded all his answers, and when he asked if she intended following in her mother's footsteps, she shrugged, then insisted she wouldn't, taking a playful swat at him. Without thinking, Bill caught her wrist and pulled her against him. Joanne'd came to him easily, her arms wrapping themselves around him as she displayed her willing hunger for him.
He found her sensual lips hungry for his, aching to kiss and be kissed. She was aggressive, but not too aggressive. This was the way he had always dreamed Sheila would be. He loved his wife's body and had contented himself with quickly fucking her all these years simply because he knew, deep down, in spite of the orgasms he'd given her, she simply didn't care for sex. But as he held Joanne to him, he decided things had to change. In the future he intended taking a long, long time with his wife's body. Sooner or later he'd bring out the latent animal in her.
Joanne nibbled at his lips, chewing the delineated flesh, and then she willingly sucked on the tongue he thrust into her hungry mouth, sipping his sputum while her hands held him tightly against her, rubbing his back through his jacket and shirt.
Bill permitted his hand to move over her body. This was the first female body other than Sheila's that he'd touched since he'd gotten married, and if it wasn't as round and as full as his wife's, it's being different was equally arousing. Her dress was made from some kind of soft material that seemed to arouse sensuality. When he finally cupped one of her small, firm breasts, she began sighing and groaning, moving her mouth against his as if hungry for more of him. He had started out thinking to let her seduce him, but now realized there was no seduction here. There was a mutual need.
He finally peeled his lips from hers, though he kept his face close, and the two breathed on one another. "You really exude sex," he whispered.
Smiling, she asked, "Tell me, how do you feel about blunt, straightforward women?"
"They're the best kind," he smiled. "And just how blunt and straightforward do you intend being?"
"Very blunt. Bill Rankin, how about fucking me."
"I think that's an absolutely brilliant idea," he agreed. And the two of them rose from the sofa and walked into the luxurious bedroom. Neither wasted time. Each went about undressing as quickly as possible.
Both were very slim, a little too slim, though he had to admit there was still a nice roundness to her body. Her breasts were the size of medium navel oranges, with nice pink nipples and large, very large areolae. Naked he went to the naked Joanne, reaching out and gripping her narrow waist above the slight swell of her hips. She moved warmly against him, and when they kissed this time her naked breasts dug into his almost hairless chest, while his solid erection pressed into the warmth of her tender belly.
Joanne took the time to peel the spread from the large, king-sized bed while Bill stood right behind her, filling his hands with her breasts. When she stood up again, she arched her back, pressing her breasts into his palms, and his phallus began throbbing against the nakedness of her rounded buttocks. Being with another female, especially one as alive and as vibrant as Joanne, thrilled him more than he thought possible. He ought to have felt some pangs of conscience for cheating on his wife, but somehow he was unable to feel those pangs. Joanne rubbed her rounded cheeks sensually against his penis sighing with contentment as his hands squeezed and tugged on her breasts, reshaping their rounded contours and rubbing their nipples into hardness.
After several moments of that delightful activity, Joanne leaned forward, tugging him with her until both fell full length on the bed. It was very firm. She was laughing but not girlishly giggling, and he chuckled as the two of them wallowed together. He pulled her over, moving his body rapidly against hers as his mouth sought and found hers again, kissing firmly. The kiss lengthened, one hand returning to her firm, rounded breasts.
When she lithely twisted, the one plump part of her, her venereal mount, began rubbing against his aching shaft. He rotated his hips to rub her vagina with the length of it, moving his tongue to wash through the sweet interior of her tasty mouth. Sliding his hands down her shuddering body over her rounded thigh, he began caressing her small, plump ass-cheek.
"You have nice hands," Joanne whispered. "They're soft, really soft."
His hand, pulled, pressing her writhing genitals solidly and burningly against his swollen cock, making both of them lubricate, heavily.
"Are you an ass-man?" she asked as they kissed and he rubbed her buttocks.
"Funny," he laughed, "but you didn't ask if I was breast man when I was massaging those lovely boobs of yours."
"All men are breast men, whether they admit it or not," she told him. Her fingers were spider-walking down his thigh. "You know what I am?"
He pressed his lips to her throat, burning a kiss on it, then began nibbling at her earlobe. She had small lobes. "You," he told her, "are a golden goddess. And you're also the most completely shameless woman I've known in years."
Her hand slipped between them, running along his inner thigh, her extremely slender fingers insinuating themselves under his scrotum. They explored that tightened sac containing the two egg-shaped, egg-sized swells of his balls.
"What I'd like to know," she said to him, 'is why a man like you, who seems to know the right thing to say at the right time, and who can look at a woman the way you look at me, ties himself to a woman who doesn't know the first thing about real fucking."
"An answer to that question might make me appear to be dumber than you already think me." he replied, listening to her chuckle as he slid down a little, bringing his face in line with her two breasts.
Her warm hand slid up from his testicles and began tickling the broad haft of his throbbing cock. With a little twitch of delight he began teasing her two nipples, tonguing them one at a time, licking one, then the other. A moan eased from between the slender blonde's lips. She had been waiting for this for so long, and now that it was happening the man was even better than she had imagined. Her warmly soft hand gripped his cylindrical sex organ and she began squeezing with light, convulsive movements. His tongue lapped all over her breast until each nipple had become a stiffened crest. They were long, fat, and almost red with the heated blood pulsing through them. A blonde goddess, he thought, and for the moment his wife no longer existed.
The sighing blonde girl writhed, gasping and thrilling while her hand continued stroking and caressing his pulsating penis. And all the while his lips continued nibbling on the buds that were her nipples.
Joanne's other hand reached up to caress his hair. Her mouth hung slackly open as she shoved her breast forward, pushing her mammary into the man's sucking mouth. Her nipple was as long and as hard and as thick as possible. And her hand detected the heat in his surging cock as she realized it was as solid as it was going to grow. She had to press against the shaft to keep it from cutting a hole in her own belly. He was panting more heavily now, bathing her quivering breasts with his heated breath. His mouth opened, then snapped quickly closed, wickedly nibbling her budding nipple as his tongue washed over the nubbin. His lingual digit snapped back and forth very quickly, making her groan and gasp as she rapidly thrust her body forward.
"Keep that up and I'll come!" she gasped.
He slipped her nipple from his lips and looked into her eyes, saying, "You have to be kidding."
She shook her head, half-smiling, her hand continuing to fondle his cock the entire time. "I'm afraid not! Does it bother you that I can come this way?"
"Stop trying to find out what bothers me, golden goddess," he teased, pretending to growl at her. sliding his hand up to pinch her left nipple while he resumed his tongue-lapping of its fatter, longer, harder twin.
The golden-haired goddess hadn't been kidding. The combination of his hand and mouth on her breasts exploded a bomb of rapture in her trembling body that shook the slender membranes lining her vaginal wall. Sensuously moaning, sounding as if she was all set to break out sobbing, she found herself covered with a heavy wash of perspiration.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhh man, oh man, oh man," she sighed, clinging tightly to him, pressing him close. "Oh you wonderful lover. Oh that was so nice!"
"It's wonderful to have a woman come like that," he admitted. "This is the first time in a long time I didn't have to work at it."
"This being the case, I can't wait to find out what kind of climaxes I'm going to get when you work at it," she laughed.
He pressed his palm over the golden-tendriled pout of her bulging vagina, feeling the thrilling warmth it radiated. He simply pressed his hand there, not moving it as he cupped it with his fingers.
Joanne was pressing kisses onto Bill's chest, both hands using his body as something to hold onto as she slid her body lower. She kissed his stomach as she moved, and Bill shuddered. Was she actually going to do it? "I never told you just what fascinates me about men, did I?" she asked, breathing hot air all over his stomach.
"I thought the entire man got to you," he gasped, groaning with the pressure of her mouth at his navel, her tongue lapping into the tiny crater. The firm pressure he felt on his penis was the valley between her small breasts as they surrounded his cock.
"You do, you do," she whispered, stopping, lifting her body higher on her hands, tugging him supinely into place beneath her. "But what I'm talking about is the particular part of the male anatomy that really fascinates me. I mean, we were talking about you possibly being a breast-man or an ass-man."
"Actually I have to admit I love every part of a woman's body equally," he told her, smiling.
Joanne's lips curved up at the corners the littlest bit as she said, "I can understand that. Your entire body fascinates me, too. But just as there are women who are fascinated with a man's buttocks, I happen to have a passion for the penis. I am a genuine cock-worshiper."
And after that momentous statement, all that was left was for her to duck her head. Bill looked down and all he saw was the golden crown of her hair, feeling the top of her forehead pressing against his lower belly. And then shock blasted through him as her ovaled lips ran straight down the thick shank of his shuddering penis. And she didn't stop for an instant. Her mouth sucked every last immense inch of him into her, pushing his pulsating glans down her throat. He hadn't realized how deep her mouth was, nor had he believed it possible for any woman to suck a cock that far in. He shuddered, wondering if there was even the vaguest possibility of getting Sheila to do something like this.
The blonde goddess he had avoided for so long was giving him sexual thrills his wife had never been able to offer. She had her sweet mouth stretched all the way around his throbbing and bulky organ, and he knew the only way for her to have her lips pressed so tightly against his hairy groin was to have his hen's-egg-sized phallic tip buried in the heated depths of her shuddering gullet.
He propped himself up on his elbows, staring at what she was doing. His legs were stretched all the way out, wide apart. His eyes remained glued to her head as it began coming up. He felt her tugging lips slowly sliding upward, and it sensually tugged at his guts to see the throbbingly aroused barrel of his erection between her full lips. She paused a moment with only the corona tucked behind her lips, swirling her tongue around the head. She made him groan by lightly nibbling at the straining skin just beneath the broadly flaring head.
Sucking hard, she pulled her mouth from his cock with a loud "pop." Without bothering to look up to see the effect she was having on him, she used her thumb and forefinger to encircle the pulsating corona as she washed her tongue all over the rubbery head. Her lips once again formed a rubbery ring, her fingers disappeared, and wham! Her head was all the way down, her teeth nibbling at his root, her licking tongue reaching out and washing over the front of his shuddering scrotum.
"Oh!" Bill moaned, his entire body quivering and trembling. He'd have made some kind of kind comment even if he hadn't really enjoyed it, knowing the necessity for flattering a woman's ego at a time like this. A woman wanted to know for a fact that she was doing something right ... any woman but Sheila, who always winced when he stuttered out his enjoyment of her body at the moment of orgasm. This was one terrific female, sexually.
She was a total, thorough sensualist, and she wasn't merely sucking his penis. She was making love to it. He shivered, gasping, staring at the top of her pretty head. Up it came again, her blonde hair now falling against her cheeks as it came loose. Too bad it wasn't really longj but then, short hair had its advantages, too. In this case, it allowed him an unimpeded view of what she was doing. His cock was delightfully wet and shimmering as it once again reappeared beneath her rising head. It was wet, shiny, and sloppy with her saliva.
The slurping "pop" once again accompanied the separation of her lips from the head of his shuddering cock, sending a swift jolt of delight through him at the same time. Now she looked at him, one hand blanketing his balls. He thought his testicles were all set to retreat into his belly as they shuddered with the blistering arousal created by her mouth.
"What a mouth you have," he gasped.
"You liked what I did?"
"I liked."
"Want more?"
"Forever," he gasped. "I'd love to lie here and have you suck to your heart's content, but I have enough sense to know you'd better stop, here and now. Let me slip my cock into that tight pussy of yours before I geyser like Old Faithful."
Smiling, she dipped her head again and lightly kissed his coronal tip, saying, "This is one beautiful cock. I've had my share of them, and believe me, this one is terrific."
"It needs to become a part of that nice body of yours, sweets."
Between his widespread thighs she remained on her knees, though otherwise erect. She opened her arms in a melodramatic gesture, and her voice was something off a Broadway stage as she gasped, "Take me, lover. I'm yours."
The prostrate Bill decided since he was enjoying himself so much to really let her carry the ball for awhile. "I'm comfy where I am," he told her. "You take me."
She looked at him and her eyebrows both went up a bit. "Do you mean to say your masculinity doesn't feel challenged with me on top?"
"This is the third time you've asked a silly question," he told her, wondering how such a sexually adept female was lacking in self-confidence. "No, I don't feel threatened with you on top of me. In fact, I love it. What's more, I know women love it, even if I can't get my wife to do the riding. Go on, honey. Mount up. I'll be your stallion."
Her teeth flashed whitely in a delightfully open smile of thrilled pleasure. "Big man is gonna be my horsie," she murmured, and lifted her right knee, breasts trembling as she set it outside his left thigh. He slid a little forward as she raised her left knee, and then she was astride him in the posting position.
Bill simply watched. He loved watching a woman on top of him, something he hadn't enjoyed in all his years of marriage. And the sight of this one, taking his big penis and wedging it between her vaginal lips felt exceptionally exciting. God! She was beautiful. This way he was able to see everything; the tensing and flexing of her loins and stomach; the wiggle and wobble of her small, firm breasts moving like large firm jugs as her body adjusted itself. He enjoyed the change of expression on her face from one of simple joy to total rapture as she, herself, measured what her hot cunt was enveloping, deciding how fast to move, and how deep to take him.
Kneeling astride him, she took her time impaling herself on the saliva-wet organ thrusting itself into her. It did feel good. She had waited so long for this man, and he was worth all the time ... every inch of him.
Swaying gently, the damndest snatch he'd ever seen rubbed the lovely sun-colored down on her pelvis over the head of his upstanding bat. It was the most sensuous thing he'd felt since her sucking of his cock-a titillating caress, and he rewarded her with a throaty gasp. Her lubricating fluids oozed out and dripped down the length of his hard cock, making it even shinier.
Her hand reached down and the tips of her fingers steadied his cock by gripping it at its base, and that was when she allowed her rosy hole to open and sink down, gently swallowing up the entire swelling organ.
"Ooooooonnnnnnhhhhhh!! ! " she sighed, with a deep, satisfying bliss, her face staring up at the ceiling.
"Uuuunnnhhh!" Bill shuddered. "That feels good, really good."
Joanne smiled, her body shivering with straining spasms as she felt his erection distend her narrow interior more than any. previous penis had been able to do. "Ummmmm!" she sighed. "You bet it feels good. I've never been this filled up in all my life."
The squatting woman continued moaning and sighing as his hard cock slid higher and higher, reaching into her belly. "Fuck me, you wonderful son of a bitch," she gasped.
"Up your hole with my eight-inch pole," he laughed, churning his hips, making her split her face with a wide, pleasurable grin as she sighed again. It was she who started wiggling.
Deliciously intense and thrillingly intimate thrills tore through Joanne's satin-textured belly as she swallowed the long, slick cockshaft into the depths behind her receptively wet cleft. She began rotating, writhing, pumping herself up and down on it. Tensing legs seemed to hydraulically jack her up and down over his shuddering groin, and she smiled and sighed, as if finally receiving the narcotic she so badly needed. Her lovely, round pink-tipped breasts bounced, ascending upward as her buttocks slammed into his thighs, then falling as she rose. She was humping insanely, pumping up and down with almost frenzied lunges and maddening rotations.
The golden-haired cock rider sighed and cooed, and then she whimpered. Her body shone with perspiration that formed into droplets before rolling off her onto his own shining body. She rammed and rammed herself further down onto him, the hot tightness of her narrow tunnel continually caressing his cock, and Bill continued gasping as shocking sensual thrills continued exploding in his love-starved body. He had waited too long, much too long. His wife had to be made to come around to his way of thinking. His testicles felt like swollen balloons, and all his throbbing cock wanted was more and more of this wonderful cunt.
The air of the executive bedroom was filled with their gasping and grunting sounds, and the effluvium of their united genitalia drifted through the air with the squishingly juicy sounds of thick cock slurping in and out of sodden cunt. The atmosphere grew more and more humid about them.
Joanne's body tensed and quivered when she waggled her hips around and around to make his cock literally scrub all of her vaginal walls. Her own arousal filled the dewy cloister with clutchingly strong spasms that tried squeezing the base of his cock so firmly, it almost came off.
Joanne was gasping for air, panting with her exertions. Her small breasts heaved up and down and her eyes were glazed as her mouth hung open. Little by little her stroking slowed, and then she lay on top of him, still gasping.
Bill's hands gripped the round cheeks of her buttocks and he tried moving under her. It required a strong effort on his part to keep her ass-cheeks pumping up and down and he knew he would tire in a very short time. Even so, he tightened his buttocks and humped his thighs, slamming up and down, ramming his throbbing penis in and out of the slender woman who lay on top of him, her small, sweaty, heaving breasts squashed against his chest.
"You...," she gasped. "You do it ... all tired out ... can't move ... take over..."
With her soft body pressed against his, and with her more than willing for him to do the deed, he turned her onto her side, and a moment later had her flat on her back while on top of her, never once having to pull out of her. For a few moments he also rested, letting his slender frame stretch out atop her thin, sweat-slick torso, enjoying the feel of her beneath him. Her breasts might have been small, but they were solid, and they felt good pressing into his body, refusing to be crushed by the weight of his chest. Little golden tendrils of hair were pasted to her face by her own perspiration. She looked so completely beautiful. Truly, she was a golden goddess.
Balancing himself on his forearms, he pressed his palms flatly into the nice, firm mattress. Then he tested the sweet resiliency of her furry tunnel, trying the depth of her hot pussy from this angle. And at the same time he tested the bed's silent springs.
With his tight balls pressed firmly into the wetness of her hairy sex lips, their perspiring pelvic hairs co-mingling and intertwined, he began riding her with slow, deep, very deep strokes, thrusting into the softness of her deliciously tremorous inner tissues. Groans were forced from him by the soothing wetness mingled with the thrilling friction.
The woman's expandable pussy, heatedly sultry inside, was stretching into a very pliable oval shape to accommodate the thickness of his thrusting penis as it so violently nailed itself into her. Her gaping vaginal orifice continued stretching itself into her. Her gaping vaginal orifice continued stretching itself along the receding staff, the lips tucking themselves in each time he thrust forward. His hard cock stabbed into a torridly wet gulf making louder squishy noises.
Joanne's sparsely golden curls were shimmering and wet with sexual dew as the sticky fluid came warmly out of both, her own tunnel, and his pounding penis. Slowly he tugged his hard cock back until only the head was buried inside, feeling her pulpy coral lips kissing his organ. And then he remained still.
Lividly, Joanne gasped and wriggled, wanting the organ to fill her again. Her slender, sinewy body twisted from side to side as she softly moaned.
Bill held himself rigidly still, reaching down and letting his exploring hand report to him how slick and wet his penile stem had become in her love-slimy sheath. Jesus! It had been so long since he'd truly enjoyed sex this way he'd almost forgotten it was better than merely great: it was superbly fantastic.
With a combination of mewls and gasps, Joanne twitched and rocked her hips from side to side, rotating her wet crotch on the balls of her buttocks, pivoting her entire groin in half-circles in an effort to once again stuff herself with his vibrant penile length. She was whimpering like a baby.
Bill found himself unable to restrain the feelings in his groin. He was so close to coming he knew in order to avoid an actual climax he'd have to yank his penis out and count to fifty. The slippery slithering and sucking of her heatedly supple vagina was pushing him along nearly as rapidly as his own pistoning had done.
Feeling herself built to a completely frenzied passion, she bore down, slamming her thighs upward to suck the spongy point on the tip of his penis with the sap from her vagina. Cunt clamped cock-head like a starving mouth.
"Oh baby!" he gasped, his eyes widening with total delight. "That is beautiful ... I can really feel it."
"Move that damn ass of yours, then," she desperately cried, clutching at him, gripping him with her fingers. "Move it and fuck me."
"One more stroke and I'll shoot it all," he gasped.
Closing her eyes, she lowered herself to the bed and spread her thighs to where her cords were straining as she said, "I already came once. Now it's your turn. Fire away."
Spurred by her wonderful words, as well as her hungry internal suction, he began thrusting his penis into her again. His hips slammed forward and back, plugging all of himself deeply into her heated swamp. Friction massaged his cock as both pairs of hips swiveled against one another causing his rigidly swollen organ to slide into her wallowing vastness, totally swallowed up by her pelvic mouth.
Bill groaned, knowing it was time, and he tensed. Swollen, tightened up against his groin, his balls rubbed into the wetness of her sucking lips. And then they finally surrendered the hold they had on his bubbling sperm.
The licentiously spiking solidity that was his penis started pumping steaming sperm into her slippery inner chamber as he gasped, "HHHHHHAAAAANNNN-NNGGGGGHHHHHAAAGGGGHHHH!"
Bill shuddered and jerked, wildly bouncing as the oceans of steamy semen left him to fountain into her inflamed crypt.
The pressure of his spurting was enough to set Joanne going again, and she gasped, UUUUUNNN-NNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH ... YESSSSSSS ... OHHHHHHHH ... YESSSSSSSSS!! ! " She was crooning happily and her arms pressed her to him all the more tightly, her shoulders and head quivering from the strain.
Emptied at last, he lay gasping, burning and yet fulfilled as he hadn't been for the longest time.
"We'll have to do this again," Joanne gasped.
He knew she was right.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fanny Siegel was a typical Jewish mother in that nothing was either good enough or too good for her daughter. She was the matriarch in her home, especially since her husband had become an invalid, and she was the home's main support. And like all good Jewish ladies descended from middle European ancestry, she had learned to tolerate sex but hadn't really cared for it. When her husband had been unable to fulfill his husbandly duties it hadn't really bothered Fanny. What did bother her was her daughter's continuous escapades. The time had come for Joanne to grow up and stop fooling around as she was doing or she'd never find a nice Jewish boy to marry her.
This particular Monday, like all other days, she had worked hard and felt she was entitled to relax when she got home. Joe, her husband, would have taken care of the housework-he wasn't too invalided to avoid that-and he had prepared supper, and she would be happy to simply take it easy. But just before she was ready to leave, William Green called her into his office and said, "Fanny, call home tonight and let your husband know you're going to be late. I'll need you."
"I'm dog-tired, Mr. Green," she said in a rich voice that sent shivers down Green's spine.
Fanny was all of five-feet-five-inches in height. Her caramel-colored hair did have a little help from Miss Clairol, though the color was the same as her hair had been before the threads of gray had begun to appear. Hard work and long walks kept Fanny's forty-five-year-old body in superb shape, with firm breasts that were kept high with a little help from Maidenform. Her waist was narrow, though with a little flesh, and her hips, like those of her daughter, weren't too broad. In spite of being a secretary, Fanny's fanny would never have secretary spread. She was another of the many females William Green had physically desired who had, in her own quiet way, let him know she wasn't interested.
"This isn't business in the true sense of the word," Green told her. "In fact, you'll find it advantageous to come. A scandal is brewing here at Strouse Reiner, and your daughter is about to become involved. I'm doing my best to keep her name in the clear."
"What are you talking about?" Fanny asked, feeling her heart starting to palpitate.
"Remain calm, Fanny," Green said to her.
"Come with me and don't become nervous and fretful. I'm going to do all in my power to make certain Joanne's name is kept out of this."
Fanny was worried because she knew William Green had made a pass at Joanne more than once. In fact, she was certain her daughter had slept with the short, baldheaded weasel, though she had no direct proof. Joanne had the bad habit of sleeping with every available male she knew at least once.
"There are going to be some changes around here, very shortly," Green told her as they went down in the elevator to the basement garage. "One of those changes will include the need for female executives here at Strouse Reiner. You have the abilities needed to fill a managerial position, and if we can keep Joanee's name free of scandal, your position will be assured."
They got into his limousine and drove directly to his home. Once there, Fanny called her husband and told him she'd be working late. Then she and Green sat at his dining room table and had a supper which had been prepared by a cook who had gone home as soon as they'd arrived. The two were alone in Green's large home. Fanny hadn't wanted to take the time to eat, but Green had assured her he wanted her completely relaxed. As a result she swallowed some of the same tranquilizer he had fed to Sheila Rankin, and by the time they went into his TV room, with the deep, wide, pit-style sofa, Fanny was feeling less wrought up. like
Sheila, she wondered why her body was so relaxed. Too late, she realized William Green had something in mind that she didn't like. But she was determined to resist in spite of the tranquilizer's effects. The two of them sat on the longest sofa, facing a large TV screen attached to an oversized set in the middle of the room.
Magically, Green pressed a button on the table near the sofa where there was a control board. All the lights in the room went off.
"I think you'll find this interesting," he told her.
"No..." Fanny gasped. "Mr. Green, you know I don't fool around. It's bad enough you've already done things with my daughter...," and she realized her voice was almost shrill. Slowing down, she forced herself to talk more calmly. "Mr. Green, you know very well this is not part of my work routine. You're a good man to work for, and I appreciate all you've done for me to date. But I'm not in the mood to watch TV right now, and I think you'd better take me home."
"Nonsense," he whispered authoritatively, his voice inches from her ear. "This isn't merely TV. You might call this home video viewing. But if you're uncomfortable, perhaps you'd like me to help you out of your dress..."
"No ... no, I'm fine, thank you," she lethargically gasped in a panting voice as she pressed her arms across her breast, feeling the man's eyes boring through her clothing and looking at her naked flesh. But Green's hands were fast and adept, and before she realized it, her dress was unzipped and off, lying on the floor. She was sitting on the sofa in a full slip.
"That's better," Green nodded. "We'll leave the rest for a little later."
"But I'm not wearing too much under this," Fanny gasped. "It was too warm to wear my girdle. All I have on is panties and a brassiere." She was reddening.
Fanny was trapped, and she knew it. It was as simple as that. After all these years of avoiding Green's constant invitations, he had finally snared her. She intended trying to defy him, though the drug in her system made her less and less able to resist. He'd known her daughter was her weakness, and he'd exploited it. She wished she had the strength to break out of here, but it would have taken all her energy to simply stand. She had only herself to blame for falling into this trap.
"This was taken this afternoon, in the suite we have at the Hilton," he told her. "I've already seen it once. We keep a hidden video camera there monitoring everything."
He pressed the button and the video screen lit up, spreading a blue light through the darkened room. Pressing himself next to Fanny, he said, "You're still an exquisitely handsome woman. But then, you know that."
At the sound of his words, Fanny shuddered, knowing it would take every ounce of her strength to fight this evil man. They way he had simply eased her dress from her had her terrified. If he did this, he was certainly able to take off the rest of her clothing. She had to resist.
Somehow his hand slipped into her full slip from the top and he had the snaps of her brassiere opened. Her head was whirling as he tugged it from her body. In order to get the straps off her arms, he had to tug the straps of her slip down, as well. Suddenly she was sitting there with her slip bunched down around her waist and her breasts dangling free. Un-like her daughter, Fanny had large, full breasts, and if they sagged just a little, they still stood up better than those of half the teenage population. Her pink nipples felt cool air wash all over them, and they began puckering.
The moment she saw her daughter on the screen with Bill Rankin, she stiffened, staring attentively. Her eyes were locked on the screen, and she barely heard William Green say, "Come sit on my lap, Fanny. I've always wanted you on my lap."
The mere idea of this slimy, baldheaded worm putting his hands on her naked flesh was enough to make her shudder as ripples of hesitation washed through her. She wanted to throw up, and considered asking to be shown to the bathroom. He had, what Fanny was only able to describe as, too much cheek.
His hands were already on her narrow waist, lifting her, and at the same time sliding her slip over her hips to the floor. She wanted to struggle, and when she tried he only laughed, and as if to show his mastery over her, tugged her panties down as well, leaving her only with her elastic-topped stockings and shoes on as he tugged her into his lap. This was unreal. It simply wasn't happening. It was a grotesque nightmare. Her buttocks rubbed against his stiff penis, and she was grateful it was still in his pants.
The happening had distracted her attention from the TV screen, and now that she looked, she saw her daughter, totally naked, as was Bill Rankin whom she immediately recognized. How was Joanne able to willingly do something like this and bring disgrace to her family.
Not that she was one to talk, herself. At this point in time she was equally ashamed of herself, in spite of the knowledge that she wasn't doing this of her own free will. Her upbringing was such she felt horrified.
On the screen, her daughter was doing something completely unbelievable. She was sucking the man's penis.
"Oh my!" Fanny gasped. "How in the name of all that's holy can she do such a disgusting thing?"
"You'll have the opportunity to find that out for yourself, tonight," Green told her.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, feeling the lethargy slowly starting to disappear.
"Before the night is out," he whispered, his hands now rubbing her breasts, "that is precisely what you will be doing for me. It's a fetish of mine. I like every woman I fuck to suck my cock, first."
"I'll never do it," Fanny gasped, as his hands massaged her nipples and rubbed her breasts.
"You'll do it," Green assured her. "You'll do it just as your daughter did it, just as Bill Rankin's prudish wife did it, and just as every other snobbish woman I've ever known has done it. You'll suck my cock because that's one of the things you must do for me to destroy this tape."
"One of the things?" Fanny asked, horrified.
"We'll discuss the other things later."
He continued fondling her, squeezing her breasts and solidly pinching her nipples, making them harder and harder. Then he forced her to lean back and to the side so he was able to suck on her left mammary. He pulled one puffy, coral nipple between his lips and began sucking with a lewdly noisy smack. And for the first time in her life, Fanny Siegel realized how much her breasts missed being fondled. It had been so long ... too long, in fact since her husband had fondled the sweet treasure that was her body, and she realized she truly missed it. And though it was terribly wrong to allow William Green to continue doing this, Fanny discovered she was enjoying it. She hadn't realized until now just how much her body needed physical loving. And though she vocally protested, she knew it would do her no good.
Her daughter was still sucking the man's penis, and though it should have filled her with horror and dread, Fanny found herself staring at the way Joanne's lips pulled on Bill Rankin's penis, and she found herself licking her lips with desire.
Now Joanne had lifted her mouth from Rankin's penis, and as the man lay back, Fanny saw her daughter sit on the man's throbbing organ. All this was of Joanne's own free will and accord. In fact, Fanny saw the light of lust burning in her daughter's eyes, and it made her shiver to think she had a flaming anxiety deep down inside her own body. Her own husband had been a merely adequate lover, and as a result, she hadn't been able to realize the full potential of her body. Wrong ... perhaps, but for the first time Fanny Siegel realized it was necessary, and if her husband was unable to give her satisfaction, she needed it elsewhere.
"I don't use any protective devices or take pills," she gasped to Green, and this signified to him her willingness, which was that for which he had striven first and foremost.
"The penis you'll be using tonight doesn't shoot sperm," he told her.
Green continued sucking on her swollen breast, moving her from one side to the other in his lap as he alternated between breasts, feeling each deserved utmost attention. Fanny continued watching her daughter on the screen as the younger Siegel continued wildly bouncing up and down on Bill Rankin's penis. Her mind reeled and whirled with the dancing colors on the screen. She stared at what was happening, seeing how much her daughter was enjoying it all. She watched as Rankin rolled Joanne over and mounted her, pumping into her vagina. The camera was at a perfect angle to catch everything, and she saw the lines in Joanne's face as the woman felt anguish when Rankin withdrew his cock and left only the head inside, teasing her as well.
"In case you're wondering how Bill Rankin was induced to do this," Green whispered, "remember, he's a very gullible man. I convinced him he was doing all this for the good of Strouse Reiner. And even though he was unwilling at first, the good of the company won out."
Green had a number of reasons for telling Fanny why Rankin was screwing her daughter. When he moved up to the presidency, and Bill Rankin became vice-president, he would be working with Fanny, who would be one of his top managers. He wanted harmony in the working ranks, even if it meant Fanny thought Rankin to be a naive shnook. Also, when Fanny and Sheila Rankin would be working together on the four-man board of directors, he didn't want Fanny saying anything to Sheila that might make her change her mind.
Without realizing it, Fanny was now sitting sideways in Green's lap, and as his mouth continued sucking her nipples, her hand was playing idly against the back of his bald head. She had even removed his glasses, putting them on the coffee table, nearby.
She felt like malleable rubber toy, to be played with and stretched, this way and that.
Once again her eyes wandered to the screen and she watched Rankin continuing to put it to her daughter. She no longer felt angry or ashamed, and, in fact, was starting to feel exactly the way William Green wanted her to feel.
"Do you enjoy watching your daughter make love?" Green asked, his quiet voice as disarmingly innocent as if he had asked her to take a letter.
"Yes," Fanny nodded, without thinking.
On the screen, Bill Rankin had her daughter's buttocks in his hands and he was lifting her higher and higher as he pummeled her vagina with his own groin.
Skillfully and carefully William Green inched his smooth hand along the tender thigh of his beautiful secretary. He let his fingers skitter along her white flesh now squeezed so deliciously together above the tops of her stocking. With each rapid breath now, the white deliciousness of her well-sucked breasts seemingly melted into the features of his face, blending with the white roundness of his bald head. Her nipples, stiffer than spikes and harder than diamonds, swelled from their puffy surroundings like tiny clitorises eager to be sucked.
William Green laughed silently to himself. He was winning. He loved conquering these so-called unconquerable women. She was clinging to him at the moment as if he were a tall, handsome Greek god instead of a short, dumpy, baldheaded schlump. The knowledge that he would give her the videotape to do with as she pleased, thereby continuing to protect her daughter's extremely tarnished reputation, was the final thing needed to win her over. Yes, Fanny Siegel was now his to do with as he pleased. And he would have her sucking his cock, just like all the others, because it pleased him to think it was degrading a woman by making her swallow his penis and the semen therein.
Fanny's trembling buttocks, whitely naked, wriggled nervously on William Green's lap. She was already leaking vaginal oils, and the flow was running onto Gray's pants. Her ass-cheeks felt the swollen bulge pulse again and again. Her flesh sensed the head continually expanding and contracting ... even through his pants. It felt so curiously thrilling; more so than her husband's ever had.
Her eyes returned to the screen and she saw Bill Rankin firing his seed into her daughter. Even if Joanne took some kind of precautions, in Fanny's mind a part of Rankin was now inside her daughter, making them part of one another, even if there were no proclaimed marriage vows. Not that Fanny expected any. Her daughter was part and parcel of many men. She had known it, but this was the first time it was so blatantly obvious. And when Rankin was finished, he rolled off Joanne, and the golden-haired girl rolled over so that her mouth was once again over his penis. And this time she was licking it all from his groin. Seeing the avid way Joanne licked Bill's crotch made Fanny hotter than ever.
"My God!" she gasped. "I never realized just how much she loves it."
"All women love it when they're taught to appreciate how good it feels. Rankin knows how to use his cock, if not with his wife, at least with your daughter. And I promise you an equally interesting experience, tonight."
His licentiously searching hand was rubbing her vagina, rubbing and probing and tickling with lingering delight. Fanny continually squirmed under her employer's digital manipulations. Two of his fingers were running and dancing through her pink slit, making her wetter with each passing second.
"Mr. Green ... please..." she began gasping. "What is it, Fanny?" he continued teasing. "You ... uhhhhh ... know..." she sighed, wriggling, losing all control of herself.
She was still staring at the TV screen, watching her daughter's mouth build a new erection between Bill Rankin's thighs. The sight made her body boil.
"I'm going to finger your cunt for awhile, Fanny," Green whispered, nodding his bald head and kissing her nipple. "Would you like me to do that while you watch Joanne suck Bill Rankin's fat, juicy cock?"
Here was her chance to end all this. All she had to do was deny she wanted him to do anything. All she had to do was say no.
"Yessssss..." she hissed. "Oh yes, yes, yes."
"And you want to see Joanne give Rankin head?"
"Yes," she gasped again.
William Green chuckled to himself as he rubbed between her lovely white thighs, pressing his middle finger slowly into Fanny's already passionately seeping cuntflesh. The power of suggestion always worked best with the most intelligent people, and Fanny Siegel was extremely intelligent, he mused with a certain sadistic pleasure. He felt her distended clitoris reach out and make contact with his probing finger. It searingly shuddered, and she gasped as his middle finger slowly, very slowly pushed its way into the sucking depths of her wide-open vagina, sliding into the unresisting nave to the depth of his palm. He slipped a second finger beside the first, though he had to struggle to get it inside her. Considering her age, she was extremely tight.
"Watch your daughter," he whispered. "See how she sucks that cock. Look how avidly her mouth pulls at his hard flesh. Notice the saliva spilling from the corners of her lips. Do you know why the saliva is spilling out?" Green asked. "I'll tell you why. His cock is so thick there's no room for saliva in your sweet daughter's narrow mouth. I know, because she's sucked my cock, too, just as you're going to suck my cock. Watch what Joanne does, Watch carefully, Fanny, because when your turn comes, even though you've never done it before, you're going to surpass, your daughter."
Long, wonderful moments passed, and William Green's moving fingers had churned so violently in Fanny's vagina that the colorless ooze had turned into a milky froth. On the TV screen, Joanne was continuing to suck on Bill Rankin's throbbing penis, making it swell to more than its natural length and breadth. Since he had come so quickly with her the first time, he was really straining this time. His orgasm was still a way off. But it was obvious his lust-swollen organ was crammed all the way into the young blonde's throat. He pumped again and again, making Joanne choke, and yet she continued. She sucked strongly, with overpowering animal desire.
"Oh goodness sake!" Fanny gasped. She had never seen a stag film before, and now to watch one with her daughter as the participant made it all the more arousing and provocative.
"Don't you envy your daughter?" Green asked. "Tell me, Fanny, don't you wish you were sucking a big, fat cock like that?"
"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!! ! " Fanny gasped.
"Imagine having a fat, juicy prick like that in your mouth," he whispered. "One oozing with all that love juice. You've never had one before, Fanny. Just think, tonight is your opportunity, at last."
"Turn it off," she gasped. "I can't stand watching any more." Fanny was feeling everything Green had suggested. She was losing ground to her mindless craving.
Covering her eyes with both hands, Fanny started sobbing, crying, weeping for her little girl's long-lost innocence. She was betraying herself, her husband, and everything she had ever been taught by allowing herself to be influenced by this filthy thing her daughter was doing.
Her denigrating self-recriminations were short-lived, however. Before she realized what was happening the TV set was turned off and the lights in the room came back on. Suddenly she was on her back on the plush sofa with the beaming William Green glowering above her. His hand was reaching to the end table, and then it was taking something from the table drawer.
"Ahhhh, here it is," he muttered in soft, muted undertones.
Fanny lay back, her arms at her sides, and her eyes almost popped out as she saw him take something from a sterile plastic bag. It was a dildo. She had heard of such things but had never seen one until now. The organ had to be between eight and nine inches long and was more than two inches thick. There was a long handle at the end, and several buttons on the handle let her know the dildo was designed to do more than merely penetrate.
"No," Fanny gasped. "For your sake, no ... you can't mean it. You don't intend ... I mean you can't ... you wouldn't...," she pleaded. Fanny was convinced of his insanity. No woman in the world was capable of taking such a monstrous object inside her. It was longer and thicker than anything she had ever seen. She watched, her eyes wide open, her mouth panting and gasping. And then the massive plastic penis was moving forward and she felt its hugeness and breadth at the tender maw of her troubled vagina.
"Relax," Green whispered. "It's been sterilized and well-oiled and it should fit in quite easily."
He smiled sadistically at the contorted face of the blonde woman spread helplessly beneath him.
The plastic olisbos moved relentlessly forward, spreading the tight lips of her soft cunt, opening them as wide as possible and then stretching them, opening them even wider, making them form a perfect circle around the knobby head. It continued spreading the lips as the huge, rubber-like tip began slowly squirming and writhing its way inside her, aided by the excited oils coming from her own depths. The walls of her vagina were spread until she felt excruciating pressure to the point of bursting.
With a smoothly wet slurping sound, the artificial cock-head slowly began pushing into her tight cunt, sinking deeper and deeper as the vaginal flaps stretched tautly and whitely, like bands of ivory elastic, around the artificial shaft. And as the penis continued sinking deeper, she felt the rubbery head actually moving in and out. He was pressing one of the buttons on the handle, controlling it.
The soft voice of William Green softly oozed into her mind through the stretching pressure of the hard cock as it sank deeper and deeper between her thighs. "It won't be long before you start begging to feel more of this cock."
Fanny groaned aloud as the plastic penis slowly began moving forward again, fucking deeper and deeper into her, finally hitting bottom. And then it began slowly withdrawing. She gasped, groaning again, torn apart with helplessness, her eyes seeing twinkling lights, gasping when she was able to catch her breath. She didn't know whether she liked it or not, but she thought she wanted to feel more.
As if answering the thoughts going on in her mind, Green speeded up the tempo of the artificial organ. He sank it even farther into her questing body, rhythmically fucking it into her while using his free hand to toy with her nipples. A continuing sense of licentiousness mounted in Fanny's quivering body, rising to meet and mingle with the hesitancy she was feeling. Little by little all thoughts of faithlessness were starting to slip from her mind. All the teaching, all the beliefs, all that which she had believed to be right was washed away in a sea of mounting desire.
With a final thrust, the dildo crammed the last little bit of itself into her shuddering body. She felt it press into the depths of her quivering cunt and Fanny moaned a deep, low gasp, feeling pleasure starting to build inside her. Stars, like pinwheels of light, danced before her eyes as she blinked her lids. Green had thrust a pillow under her head, allowing her to partially sit up and stare at her own impalement. The true-to-life-looking cockshaft glistened and shone with her vaginal secretions. She stared as it continued sliding out of her, the lips of her tight pussy retracting and opening, peeling outward. The inner parts of her vaginal lips rolled back, revealing their rich pinkness. And then the dildo plunged teasingly in again, making her inner lips fold back in on themselves, rolling the tips of her blonde pelvic curls in, as well. The timing and thrusting began increasing, and though Fanny wanted to protest, she no longer had the breath to do so.
Her strength and resistance lessened with each stroke of the heavy dildo as it pumped in and out with more and more speed. It went faster and faster, so much thicker and fatter than any real penis, and so much swifter. Not that Green was straining his wrist. He had simply pushed another button and the dildo was mechanically thrusting back and forth. And it would be able to go on for as long as the batteries held out. Fanny realized it was impossible to stop the thrusting organ. It was equally impossible to struggle against it, since struggling only enhanced the feelings inside her. Little by little she forced her body to relax, abandoning herself to the thrillingly wicked pleasure, feeling a licentiously tactile thrill-a devilish pleasure as the artificial cock continued fucking her. A soft animal moan escaped from between her gasping lips, rising from the guttural depths in her throat. She stared with glazed eyes and watched the massive dildo slither obscenely into her vagina and then slide out again. The pressure was getting to her and her hips were starting to respond, rolling this way and that. The wild pleasure in her body was building higher, swelling beyond anything she had believed herself capable of feeling.
She was in a trap, but it was a trap of her own feelings. The artificial cock was hers, her idol, her pagan statue. It was slamming into her with such power now, that her buttocks were leaping off the sofa and her full breasts were wildly bouncing. His fingers were still tweaking her nipples, and added to the pressure of the dildo, she shuddered, preparing to feel another inward slamming of the huge cock. A wanton smile split her face and she felt herself straining forward to accept each following thrust as the machine-like artificial penis increased its wild tempo until she felt herself softly drifting through a vacuum.
William Green leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Fanny's ear. "You like what's happening, don't you, Fanny," he said to her.
She moaned, rolling her head from side to side, then gasped, "Yesssssss!"
"Do you want more?"
Droplets of perspiration rolled down her forehead and some stung her eyes. Her face was lined with licentious desire, and she nodded as the tempo within increased and intensified. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as her mouth hung slackly open. "More!" she chokingly gasped.
"It's only plastic and rubber, but it's better than any cock you've ever had, isn't it," Green laughed, panting as he stared at the way her body trembled.
Fanny's mouth was hanging open, and though her tongue was thick and dry, drool was falling out the side, dripping down her cheek as she gasped each time the great artificial cock plunged in. She felt her trembling body tensing in anticipation of the orgasm slowly starting to build up in her.
"Answer me, Fanny," he insisted, "or I'll stop."
"She nodded, gasping in a guttural voice, "Better, much better."
"Better than who?" he asked in his soft, urging voice. "Come on, Fanny, tell me. Is it better than any man you've ever had? Tell the truth, Fanny. I want to know. I have to know. Trust me."
"Better than Joe, my husband," she gasped. "He ... only man to ... uuuuugggghhhhh ... love me."
"You've never had a boy friend make love to you?"
Fanny shook her head and shut her eyes. She didn't want to think, only to go on feeling the long, hard lance continue sinking into her body as her columnar thighs remained parted and her body enjoyed it all to the fullest.
"So this is better than Joe, your husband?"
A sob burst forth from her gasping lips and tears formed in her eyes, and quickly began rolling down her cheeks. She had already admitted it, once. She didn't want to make the humiliating statement again. But William Green turned a little knob on the handle of the dildo and the tempo of the thrusting fuck was increased again, and then again, sending her mind higher and higher, causing her brain to spin out of orbit as she found herself being fucked totally beyond belief.
"Better than your husband?" he snarled. "Come on, Fanny, I want to hear it again."
"Yes, goddamn you, yes, yes, yes, better than my husband." And she felt herself slip into total nirvana, feeling mindless, thoughtless, completely thrilled. Nothing and no one had ever fucked her like this, and she wondered if it was possible for any human to do so. She was being humiliated and shamed, and she was loving every final moment of it. Even with a monster like William Green it was fantastic and wonderful. She hated him for being able to do this to her. She hated him. This entire thing was so totally salacious and perverse, her entire body began tensing and trembling as the tempo and speed increased even more. She was past caring or knowing anything other than the overpowering desire to attain total satisfaction.
When he took off his clothing was something Fanny never knew. But one moment he was clothed, and the next moment he was naked, and she saw the head of his erect cock near her face. Recalling how her daughter had opened her mouth and engulfed Bill Rankin's throbbing penis, she decided she wanted to out-do Joanne. She was better than her daughter in every way. Even in depravity she was better than Joanne.
Turning her face toward the throbbing organ, she opened her mouth and lurched her head forward, capturing the hot cock. She felt the twitching tip in her mouth and she sucked on it, nibbling with her teeth while her tongue whirled around the organ. He had one hand gripping her hair as he pumped his cock into her mouth while his other hand continued using the dildo, and suddenly Fanny felt it. The most towering climax she had ever known rippled through her shuddering body.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEAAAAARRRRRCCCCCHHHHHKKKKK!!!" she gurgled, madly thrashing around, sucking intensely as the powerful apex roared through her shuddering form. She sucked all the more strongly, thrusting her head back and forth, pushing more of his hard penis between her lips, sucking without thinking, sucking without tasting.
Bill Green shuddered and trembled, his lips wildly twitching and sucking on his own tongue as he slammed his hips back and forth. "HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!! ! " he gasped, and began pumping his heatedly burning seed down her throat. And Fanny, in the throes of her own orgasm, gulped and swallowed, drinking all he had to offer.
Green's body trembled as he lay against her, his eyes partially closed, staring with pleasure as she sucked him dry and completed her own orgasm.
When it was over, the two of them dressed and he gave her a drink without a tranquilizer. Then he said, "Fanny, I need your body one more time."
"You don't look as if you could last one more time," she insisted, regaining some of her poise, though inwardly disgusted and irritated. True, she had enjoyed the physical sensations, but there was more to sex than the physical. She was glad to discover she was capable of a strong orgasm, but sex was something that ought to be beautiful. She had watched her daughter with Bill Rankin, and even though it was adulterous, there was a certain beauty in it because both, Joanne and Bill had really enjoyed one another's company. There was no way she'd be able to enjoy William Green's company. But a plan was already forming in her mind. Green was going to make Rankin vice president, and if Green was found to be wanting as the company president, then Rankin would be moved up. And no one would ever find anything wrong with Bill Rankin. And even if her daughter was unable to marry the man, Fanny would see to it Joanne became Rankin's private secretary, and until Joanne did find a man worth marrying, she'd be able to con Rankin into making her his mistress. And as such she'd stay faithful to one man and not pick up any diseases.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sheila didn't like the idea of Bill having to once again go out of town. This time it was in the middle of the week, on a Tuesday. She was grateful he hadn't asked her to make love the previous night. The feeling of uncleanliness still pervaded her entire being, and she was hoping to find some way to wash it out of her before Bill returned.
Though she was annoyed and a little angry, Sheila never suspected anything. She decided a little shopping tour was needed to help wipe all the unclean feelings from her body, and went and bought three summer outfits costing well over two-hundred dollars, completely forgetting her resolution to start saving a little money.
When she returned to her apartment, she put her dresses away and told the maid it was all right to go home. She decided she wanted a shower. Stripping down, she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Alone, in the privacy of her apartment, she felt safe and secure. She also felt aroused. For the first time since she was able to remember, her nakedness made her feel aflame. With Bill home, she always showered quickly, never stopping to take the time to admire her body. But now she paused to look in the full-length mirror on the back of the door and had to admit she did have a nice figure. Sooner or later she'd have to get over this nonsensical feeling she had because of what had happened with Jake Whitmeyer.
Stepping into the shower, she allowed the water to run all over her body, reveling in the warmth of it. Then she soaped herself all over, and when her fingers delved into her crotch, they lingered. She rubbed there a good long time, feeling the little rubbing begin to spark. My, but it did feel good to touch herself, even if it was wrong. No! No! She wouldn't sink to the level of the man who had been trying to degrade her. She absolutely refused to play with herself. That was for schoolgirls.
Rinsing herself off, she turned off the shower and stepped out. She took a long time patting herself dry, and once again her fingers lingered in her vagina. But no, she refused to give in to her body.
Totally naked, she stepped out of the bathroom and headed for the living room. And she stopped, cold. Standing in her living room was William Green. Frozen, she forgot to cover herself for a moment.
"My," he admitted. "You do look lovely. Good enough to eat, as a matter-of-fact."
"What are you doing here?" she gasped.
"I had to see you," he replied, "so I came over. The maid let me in on her way out, telling me I could wait for you. So, let's talk."
"Let me get something on," she gasped.
"No," he insisted. "Absolutely not. I like you just the way you are. I wouldn't dream of letting you mar your beauty by covering it."
"Please," she gasped, reddening all over. "I did what you wanted, and even though I can't live with it, it ought to be enough to insure that you won't implicate Bill in whatever evidence you have concerning the stolen money."
"I need one more favor ... tonight," Green told her. "Please sit on the sofa while I explain."
Sheila sat on the fur-covered sofa, clamping her thighs together, saying, "You must be insane to think I'll do anything else."
"Wrong," Green laughed, and took a four by five glossy from his pocket and handed it to her. Sheila stared at it and gasped. There she was, bending over, her face turned almost directly toward the camera as she looked back at Jake Whitmeyer, whose cock was plainly in her cunt.
"I suppose you'll be holding this over my head for the rest of my life," she said, feeling more crestfallen than ever.
"No," he replied. "However, I do need you tonight. Now, before I explain, why not open those pretty thighs and allow me to look at your lovely vagina. If you do as I say, I promise this will be the last time I bother you."
"No!" Sheila dejectedly replied. "I don't care what you do, nor do I care what you have to say. Please leave."
"Your husband will get an entire set of these in the morning," he assured her.
"What kind of a monster are you?" she snapped.
"One who always has his way," Green replied, and before Sheila was able to do or say anything, he slapped her, hard. Gasping, she put her hand to her cheek as his two hands grabbed her knees and yanked them apart. Then he tugged her forward on the sofa so that her buttocks were on the edge of the cushion. That was when he knelt and stared into her pink depths seeing how delectably wet they were. Sheila wailed and tried closing her thighs only to feel his fingers pinch the softness of her inner thighs.
"You smell good down there," he told her. "You smell good enough to eat, and that's just what I'm going to do before I fuck you. You have to learn, once and for all, that what I want, I get."
Sheila all but shrieked as he pressed his lips to the soft brown muff in a long, drawn-out kiss. His lancing tongue worked its way through the sparse triangle of curls, enjoying their just-washed silky feeling. And then his tongue was washing her labial pout. He pushed it deeper, dividing the twin inner lips, licking into her, lapping her softly quivering slit, and against her will Sheila felt her cunt lips sigh open. His tongue sloshed across the reddened pinkness inside, rubbing up and down, and Sheila felt static the like of which she had never known in her entire life. Her head slammed against the sofa-back, hitting it again and again.
Her hands reached forward and gripped the roundness of his bald head, pulling his face deeper and deeper into her frothing tunnel. What was coming over her? This was the most evil man she had ever known, and she hated him. He was doing something totally evil and perverted. She was being shamed and disgraced, and there seemed no way for her to fight it. This time she had to retain her sanity and not surrender to him.
But even as she thought these things, her hands were around the back of his head, tugging his face ever deeper into her slushy center. Her legs kicked out on either side of his head, and her feet pounded on his back as his tongue continued whipping through her. Long tremors charged through her, and Sheila began weeping again, knowing she not only was going to surrender, but this time she was going to surrender with almost no kind of a fight. And no amount of rationalizing would clean her in her own mind. No matter that he was forcing her against her will. What did matter was that it was happening.
Without realizing it, she had become a sensuous, overheated woman. Unable to help herself, she finally gave herself up to the wild licking of the heated tongue buried so fervidly in the thin moss of her silken-thatched pussy. Her skin twitched and her belly trembled while his tongue continued sloshing deep into the flooded well of her open cunt.
Sheila knew she was oozing heavily. She heard William Green swallowing and gulping, and inwardly she had to grudgingly admit the man gave as good as he got, never realizing he was satisfying his own inner urges eating her cunt. Her hands automatically tightened around his head, trying to bury his face as far into the seething depths of her vagina as was humanly possible. This was the first time her own cunt was being lapped, and the tongue doing the job was obviously experienced. God, but it felt good, really good.
Her involuntary groan sounded like the howl of a lonely bitch craving the cock of a hound. Despite all the orgasms this man had caused to shudder through her system, directly and indirectly, she hated him as much as she now needed him. Her hands clasped his head all the more tightly to her slavering lips. She felt as if a million tiny spiders were running up and down her sensitive flesh, charging through her chaotic system.
As he lapped, with her hands still clasping his head to her cunt, William Green began pulling off his clothing. He had trouble removing his pants and underwear because he was kneeling, but he was determined to do so, and finally managed to completely undress. His hard cock was rampantly long and thick. Sheila, who was able to look down between his thighs and see the cock was once again amazed that such a small man had such a huge penis. He had already pushed it into her mouth, and she knew he intended using it in her cunt, yet there was no way for her to resist him.
"Hhhhuuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, moaning and sighing in helpless reaction to what his thrusting tongue was doing to her naked cunt.
Her clitoris swelled of its own volition, poking out wantonly in obscene invitation, inviting his lingual attention. And William Green saw to it her organ received that attention. His tongue whipped stiffly back and forth over her clitoral bud, repeatedly washing it, making Sheila writhe.
Her overpowering orgasm burst through her as she squealed, "YYYYYYYIIIIIII ... EEEEEEEYYYYYYYUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH..." And she came so strongly, her secretions splashed into Gray's face, washing the glasses he had forgotten to remove.
Standing, he pulled Sheila to her feet, saying, "You obviously like being fucked like a bitch-in-heat, so that's the way I'm going to give it to you."
Kneeling behind her, he shoved his throbbing organ forward, opening her tight cunt and forcing her, in the middle of her climax, to accept him inside her. She was yelping, gasping, not expecting such massivity. It was thicker and longer than the cock Jake Whitmeyer had plunged into her.
"Please..." she begged. "Not this way again. Please, please, if you must fuck me do it the regular way. Please!"
Anything to please a lady," Green gasped, and tugging his hard cock from her cunt, threw her on her back on the floor, then spread her legs and hovered over her. "I'm doing you the favor of fucking you the way you want," he told her. "So you put it in."
Without any hesitation, Sheila reached down, gripped the throbbing cock, and buried it in the teeming depths of her still-squishy pussy. His hands gripped her breasts as if they were supports, and began squeezing them, tightly. He slammed against her mounded slash again and again, slamming wickedly into her, pounding with all his might. His body banged hers against the unyielding floor, making loud, thumping sounds. Grabbing her legs, he folded them, crushing her knees against her breasts, holding them there, preventing her large mammaries from jostling. This caused her cock-jammed cunt into an upward position, and he slammed straight down into it, banging past her cervix, making her moan as she cried out with desire for more. She jerked her head from side to side, her tangled hair flying all over her face. Sheila was once again the slave to her body's needs, and she gasped, hating herself for responding to William Green, but unable to stop herself from doing so.
Green was enjoying the pressures of her vaginal walls. They were so powerful, he knew he was going to come in a hurry. To prolong his ecstasy a bit more, he stopped and let her legs fall to the floor on either side of him. He ordered her to dig her heels into the floor and move as he kept himself suspended over her. She moved, her face flushed with passion for what she was feeling, even as her mind hated Green that much more. Lust incarnate invaded her body.
"EEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAIIIIIAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!! ! " she bellowed, as spasms suddenly shook her lovely, rounded frame. She slammed her body unsatisfied until she felt him explode inside her upwardly surging cunt.
When it was over, Green went into the shower with her and put a cap on her hair to make sure it wouldn't be ruined, and had her kneel in the shower and suck his cock until he once again came in her mouth. He was intent on making certain every woman understood her subservience to him.
Afterward, they dressed, he in his tuxedo, she in a new cocktail dress. He ushered her from the apartment to his limousine and headed directly for the nearby marina.
CHAPTER NINE
On the way to the marina, Green stopped and picked up Fanny Siegel. In her white-sequinned cocktail dress, Fanny looked as stunning as Sheila. Green let them sit in the back of the limo while he drove to the marina. Both Sheila and Fanny remained silent, but the looks passing between the two of them let Sheila know a bond was forming between them, if only for tonight.
When they arrived at the marina, William Green led the two ladies to the company yacht. It had been prepared in advance. The music was piped in and there were all kinds of appetizers and wines ready to be served with people to serve them.
"You girls go freshen up in the ladies' head," Green told them. "Come out in about fifteen minutes."
Fanny led the way past the room designated as the ladies' room, past another companionway, and out onto the deck on the side facing away from the marina. Once they were outside, she turned and asked, "How did he rope you into this?"
Sheila, bursting with the need to tell someone her plight spilled all she knew to Fanny, letting her know how terrified she was of Bill finding out.
"That son of a bitch is using everyone," Fanny told her. "And don't worry about your husband. Green finagled him into screwing my daughter in order to snare me. He's going to show those pictures he took of you and Jake Whitmeyer to the biggest stockholders, at a private meeting. I set the meeting up for him today. It's going to take place next Monday. He'll also show them to your husband so Bill will be incensed seeing the way Jake Whitmeyer coerced you into screwing for him. I saw the stills Green had. I knew he'd be blackmailing you, but I had no idea when or why, until now. I managed to get to two of the men on the board of directors. Green's idea is to have two of them party with you, and two party with me. Well my two know enough not to go along. Your two won't know a thing, which means you'll have to do what Green wants."
"Oh no!" Sheila cried.
"Shut up and listen to me. Green has this fetish for making women suck his penis. I'm certain he's done it to you, too. Don't bother denying it, because he told me he did it with you when he made me watch videotapes of my daughter being pumped by your husband. When the two men go to work on you, and believe me, with your body there's no way the two of them won't, make certain neither one of them uses your mouth too long. Keep facing Green with your mouth open, and once he turns off his own cameras, he'll join the party. I'll be taking pictures with a camera one of the other men will be bringing aboard. When we show these pictures to the stockholders, explaining how you were forced into this by him, Green will also be voted out. Your husband will be in a perfect position to be voted directly into the company presidency. Whitmeyer and Wiley will also be voted out, and Wiley will go to prison for his thievery."
"What do you get from all this?" Sheila asked.
"I can run a lot of this company better than most men. I know it very well, being Green's private secretary. I want the vice presidency. I'll be satisfied with just that. Bill can be president. We'll run the company straight, and we'll both make a lot of money."
Fanny neglected to mention her daughter would become Bill's private secretary, and eventually, his mistress. If Fanny wasn't able to find a good husband for her daughter, Joanne would at least have security.
"All right," Sheila nodded.
The two women went inside and into the designated ladies' room. Fanny pointed to a small microphone in the overhead and as the two women adjusted their makeup, they remained silent. Then they emerged in time to greet the first of the four men coming on board the docked yacht.
Strouse Reiner had become extremely wealthy because of its liberal views. The company didn't care about the race or religion of the men who controlled it as long as these men made money. Two men on the board of directors were WASPs, and these were the two who stayed close to Fanny. One of the other two, Robert Ah, was Korean. No longer young, Robert had proven invaluable to Strouse Reiner and had easily been elected to head the board of directors. The other man was very young and had just been added. He was tall, as black as coal, and a financial wizard. Daryl Pierce was also very muscular and very virile. Sheila, who had never thought about sleeping with a black man, suddenly realized she was going to be handled by both, Robert and Daryl, and looking at the tightness and firmness of the bodies of both men, decided she'd rather sleep with a muscular man of any race, creed, or color, than a flabby white man. In fact, both Robert and Daryl were physically more attractive than William Green.
Green told the four men he was glad to have them aboard, and intended showing them a good time, giving the impression he was trying to suck up to them. And for the next two hours both Fanny and Sheila took turns dancing with their respective escorts.
It was nearly eleven-thirty when Fanny and the two men with her discreetly slipped into one of the other cabins. Green figured Sheila would need prompting since he, himself was a bigot and was unable to accept any white woman bedding down with a non-white. Nevertheless, this was for the greater glory of William Green, and so he led Daryl, Robert, and Sheila to a large cabin with a huge bed.
"It will help if you drink a little," Green told her.
"No, thank you," Sheila told him, not wanting to feel lethargic again. She sat on the bed and Daryl immediately sat next to her, saying, "Hey, now, you're one slick chick."
Reaching out, he gently but firmly gripped her shoulders and pulled her against his ebony body. Wrapping one arm gently around her neck, he used a thumb to part her pretty lips. Sheila instantly felt the beginnings of what had to be one of the all-time giant erections. His pelvis was pressing against her hip. Taking the wine glass Green was holding with his free hand, he made Sheila sip it until it was empty. She choked a little but managed to keep it all down, hoping Fanny would keep her part of the bargain. She didn't like being forced to do anything. She occasionally struggled, but Daryl was powerful, very powerful, and though her head tried flailing from side to side, he managed to hold her still long enough to pour more wine into her. There was no drug in these glasses, just wine. But enough wine would easily make her drunk. She wasn't known for being able to hold her liquor. It wasn't long before she felt herself starting to slump, and her mind was reeling. She was feeling the effect of the wine. Green, standing off to the side, was laughing at her drunkenness. "You boys don't mind if I stick around and watch, do you?" he asked, certain Fanny was doing her part in the other cabin. This was too good to leave. Sheila was becoming helplessly inebriated, and he knew her well enough to understand that as long as she didn't pass out, her body would be ready, willing, and able to do everything. The camera, behind a ventilator grill was grinding away. Robert, the Korean, had removed Sheila's dress, and she was too drunk to realize what they were doing. When her brassiere was taken, she simply sat there, her nipples staring back at the two men like pink eyes embedded in rich, tender, juicy melons. It was as if the hanging fruit of her bosom was waiting for someone to come suck the juices from them.
Daryl, still sitting next to her, reached out and began caressing her left nipple, making it spring to life.
"You sure have nice breasts," he told her.
"Hey," the Korean said, "don't forget, I get a piece of her, too."
"Come now, gentlemen," William Green said. "You're wasting time. Surely you can see our lovely lady is hot to trot."
Sheila was dizzy, but didn't know what to do. There was no escaping this even if she wanted to. Only because of what Fanny had told her was she willingly letting these men manhandle her to begin with.
The two men were on their feet, shucking their clothing.
"Think she can handle two of us at once?" Daryl asked, laughing.
All three men laughed, and the laughter made Sheila open her eyes and look at them. Everything was fogged and out of focus because of all the wine she had swallowed. Looking up, she saw the two naked men standing in front of her. The black man had muscles on his muscles, and the Korean, though short and slender, was well-built. Her eyes traveled down the lengths of their bodies, looking at their upstanding penises. One was smallish and olive-tan, but the other was a thick ebony cedar tree trunk. Her breath caught in her throat.
Before she was able to recover from looking at them, the two men pulled her to her feet, and together, they finished undressing her. She soon found herself standing in her panties and platform shoes in the middle of the cabin floor. Daryl felt her breasts again, squeezing the white meat of her flesh, teasing her pink nipples, pulling on them with his fingers, making them hard. Robert Ah, the Korean, kneeled and tugged her panties down, pressing his nose into her pelvic bush and inhaling the natural perfume of her pussy.
"Now you gentlemen are getting the hang of it," Green encouraged. "Keep it up."
The two men stood on either side of her, and as Daryl continued manipulating her left breast, Robert played with her right mammary. They made her drunkenly turn around so all of them were able to get a good look at her body. Sheila, feeling no enjoyment at being showed off because of this, tried vapidly struggling, but it was more a gesture than anything else. She was too far potted to really do anything. Yes, her body seemed to be lovelier to Green each time he surveyed it, and inwardly he was sorry he wasn't one of the participants. What the hell! Once he became president of the company, he'd make screwing Sheila a permanent weekly event.
Very woozy, Sheila found herself unable to stand. Slowly, very slowly, she sank to her knees between the two men. Her mouth started bubbling with saliva as she saw the two penises on either side of her. She tried bowing her head in order not to look, but the black man grabbed her by her short brown hair and tugged her head back. He pushed his bare pelvis forward and said, "Okay you sexy cunt. Suppose you get those lips of yours wrapped around this for awhile."
"Go on and do it, Sheila," Green encouraged.
Sheila struggled and tried talking, but it was no use. There was nothing for her to say. The alcohol in her system was too much, and at the moment, seeing the long, black penis, all she wanted was to put it into her mouth.
Daryl twisted her head toward his waiting penis and rubbed its leaking head in her face. She noticed the large knob was not as black as the rest of him, but rather had an indigo color to it.
"Come on, honey," Daryl encouraged. "You can do it."
There seemed to be pricks all around Sheila and voices demanding she suck all of them. Her hands groped this way and that, and suddenly there was something thick and hot in her left fist. It was so swollen and excited. Staring at it, she realized it was the black cock. Opening her mouth, she shut her eyes and her pink tongue came licking out all over the purplish head of the swollen black-ivory penis. Ohhhhhhh Godddd! It tasted so good.
William Green sat in a chair at the other end of the room, out of range of the camera, and watched, avidly. The licentious show in front of him had him violently aroused and on fire. As he watched, Sheila began sucking more and more of the big, black penis into her slurping mouth. Daryl's hand was no longer on her head. She was starting to do it willingly. As he continued watching, Robert Ah grabbed her free hand and guided it to his own stubby cock, making her rub and crush it with her fingers, tugging the uncircumcised skin way back so the swollen head was completely exposed.
Still on her knees, Sheila slipped her lips from Daryl's big, black phallus and moved her head, opening her mouth wide so she was able to suck Robert's cock inside. With a gasp and a sigh, she let the penis slide into her mouth, letting it plunge into her waiting esophagus, immediately noting it was a short cock.
The two men began laughing, and Robert Ah began pumping his hips back and forth, sliding his blunted phallus in and out of Sheila's mouth as she clung tightly to him, sucking with all her strength. Her lips slid smoothly along his flesh, and she was able to take the organ a bit more easily into her mouth because of its shortness. However, it didn't touch the nerve-endings deep in her pharynx, and she missed that.
Sheila was so snockered she no longer knew where she was, or who she was with, nor did she care. She had never felt this free. She knew William Green was somewhere still controlling everything happening, especially controlling her, and the thought of being fucked by him, earlier in the evening, as she continued sucking Robert's cock made her tremble with more desire. Without being able to help herself, she was letting herself go, and there was something so terribly frightening, and at the same time wildly wonderful about doing all this. Nothing seemed to matter to her any longer, nothing at all. Her husband, her mother, her security was all out of her mind. The thought of completely abandoning herself to all this made her tremble with an inner ecstasy. Madly convulsing impulses burst through her, and her vaginal lips began swelling as her interior distended and bubbling fluid oozed from inside, wetting down the walls of her vagina, soothing the arousing itch she was feeling.
There appeared to be penises to the right of her and penises to the left of her. Here a penis, there a penis, everywhere a big fat penis. Tan penises, white penises, and now black penises. How many were there? It didn't really matter. There were enough, and that was all that really counted.
Her arms were spread wide apart, and she felt hairy thighs against both hands. When she opened her eyes she saw the two men standing next to each other, each angling toward her mouth as her head was forced back. Daryl and Robert, the black man and the Korean, were close together, thrusting their groins toward her face as each man tightly clutched his hard cock in his right hand. Her lips were parting, and through the haze enveloping her brain Sheila realized the two men were forcing their penises into her mouth together, stretching her lips. She gasped for an instant, then sucked hard, tasting the flavor of both fleshy pikes at once as the two heated ramrods spread her cheeks and pushed into her throat.
Green stared, seeing he had indeed created a monster. From the horrified little prude she had become a cock-swallowing succubus. Her conscious mind was almost totally blotted out by all the wine she had swallowed and she was a beautiful, lovely, gorgeously salacious animal. He watched her rounded buttocks continually quivering, her head forced back as the two penile instruments dually plunged into her mouth at the same time. His excitement continued to mount as he watched her hands grip their buttocks and squeeze of her own accord.
The two men pulled their cocks from her mouth and tugged her to her feet, Daryl putting his hand over her furry mound and massaging between her sopping lips while the Korean continued fondling her hard-nippled breasts. A vacuous smile crossed Sheila's face as she kept her eyes closed and allowed her hips to move licentiously and easily forward. Daryl's finger slid into her sopping pussy, and he gasped, "Man, is this cunt ever ready."
"Then fuck her," Green told them, smiling.
The two financial wizards were no longer thinking men. They had become animals, just like Sheila. They allowed her to sit on the bed, then had her lie down. She spread her thighs wide apart, all pretensions of modesty totally gone. Her arms were stretched above her head, her eyes closed, her mouth open. As her full breasts moved up and down with her breathing, her rounded hips obscenely rotated, and her thighs spread even wider apart. One leg fell over the side of the bed and hung there. Two men stood and stared at her from above, while the other gazed at her wide-open cunt from the chair in which he was sitting. Surrounded by brown, curly hair, the pink, oyster-like opening lay oscitant to their hungrily staring eyes. She continued rotating and spinning her hips, rolling her thighs.
With a deep-throated growl, Daryl, the black man, lunged at Sheila.
"An idea," William Green called out. His voice was shaky and quivering with thrilled excitement. "Make her ask for it. She's the kind who never begged for anything in her life. Make her beg, this time." And turning his face to Sheila, he rose from his chair, walked over, and knelt beside her stertorously breathing face. "Sheila," he whispered lasciviously, forgetting for the moment that he was now in the pictures being taken by the camera, "do you want to be fucked by a big black cock?"
Sheila felt her body immersed in the chicken gumbo of thrilled sexuality. She longed for a big fat cock and the color didn't matter. All that counted was the length and the breadth. Any cock sinking into her cunt would send her churning toward bliss as she thrashed her head from side to side and bounced her buttocks up and down, digging one heel into the bed for leverage, while planting the other one flat on the floor. Her vagina lifted itself into the air. "Ohhhhhhh yessssssss!" she gasped.
"Then say it!" Green insisted, returning to his chair and sitting down. "Tell them you want it."
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me with your cock. Fuck me with that big, juicy cock. Fill me with it." The licentious thrill, the orgasmic debasement of hearing her own voice utter such words sent more chilling shudders through her trembling body.
Daryl's huge, midnight frame immediately rested itself on top of her, and Green held his breath as he saw the whiteness of her alabaster flesh contrast with the ebony of his body. The powerful Negro gripped her lovely form in his dark arms and pressed the bloated head of his throbbing cock against the wet and dripping slit of her pink pussy. He ran the organ up and down the slavering slash, and underneath him, Sheila, feeling nothing but the need for that cock inside her, cried out, "Fuck me!"
Daryl went insane and plunged the full length of his throbbing organ into the tightly wet depths of her pink vagina, splitting her right up the middle, making her gasp and cry as she felt sudden shock and thrilling pain as the thickest penis ever caused her tender vaginal walls to stretch more than ever before. This didn't deter Sheila, not even a little. She knew the pain would fade away in a short time as it had done, before. Daryl, his white eyes swollen, pumped into her juicing oriel with all his might and main, his heavy, sperm-filled balls slapping against the crack between her widely opened buttocks as each thrust hoisted her fulcrum off the bed, only to have her slam down each time he backstroked. Then he would slam down again, using all his power, his hard cock sinking to the deepest part of her roiling pussy.
"Hey, Daryl," the Korean called out, "save some for me." And he knelt by the side of the bed and leaned over, kissing Sheila solidly on the mouth, tasting the tongue that had licked his cock. He moved his own tongue in and out like that of a salamander, sliding it into her eager mouth again and again.
"Just going to make the girl come a little," he said to the Korean. "Hell, she did beg for the cock. She's entitled to something."
Robert knelt on the bed near Sheila's head, then he turned her face, bringing her lips within reach of his penis so her mouth was able to suck his cock with the same speed Daryl was applying to her hot cunt with his hard cock. The black man fucked faster and faster, and in an effort to keep pace with the thrusting penis in her vagina, Sheila bobbed her head faster and faster. Her lips gripped the Korean's cock so tightly, he wondered if she intended yanking it out by the roots.
Sheila felt her body moving in dual tandem with the two phalluses. She felt as if she were going for a long ride through some viscous jelly, her body writhing and undulating, meeting each hard thrust of the lewd cock in her shuddering cunt, and all the while sucking the Oriental's penis as hard as she was able.
Her eyes abruptly opened wide, rolling back in her lovely head, and her mouth opened, releasing Robert's throbbing cock as her fulcrum began arching upward, actually lifting Daryl off the bed with a fantastic effort of strength. The cords in her neck stood out as she gasped, "HHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... A A AAAYYYY YAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Her body danced quiveringly on the bed, jumping up and down, and then she collapsed, shuddering as she felt her inner nerves dancing to the wild maniacal fury of her pounding orgasm.
She lay there, spent and quivering, moaning as Daryl slowly tugged his big, beautiful black penis from her shuddering depths. It stood up solidly rigid as he lay next to her, on his back.
Instantly, Robert, with his saffron flesh and black hair was sprawling all over her body, saying, "Goddamn! She's the hottest thing I've seen in a long time. I have to fuck her, too."
William Green, in spite of having had two orgasms earlier in the evening, was fantastically aroused. There was something about Sheila Rankin's body being fucked that made him quiver with lust. His own erection was hard and demanding, and it took all his willpower to contain himself. Hell! He'd wait a little longer. When the time was right and he had enough pictures, he'd shut off the camera and join the other two.
Robert had gripped Sheila's wide hips and was turning her over, making her lie on her belly. Sheila, still drunk beyond knowing what was really happening, responded with a licentious smile.
She wanted to go to sleep, having had such a pleasurable climax. But the man above her wasn't letting her sleep. She was lying flat on her belly, crushing her breasts against the firm press of the mattress as the Korean ran his hands smoothly over her gluteal cheeks. Cupping his hands over the cheeks of her buttocks, he slowly tugged them apart, letting his eyes gaze at the tightness of her tiny anus, and Sheila, her eyes shut, twitched just a little as the ball of his finger rubbed over the rubbery little pucker. Arousal was already starting to lazily seep back into Sheila's body. The alcohol in her bloodstream was heavily bearing down on her consciousness, and with a chuckle to herself the degraded housewife admitted to herself she no longer wanted to think. It was enough to feel. She wanted to feel hands, lots of hands, rubbing all over her body. She wanted to wrap her fingers around penises and to feel them filling her mouth and her cunt, thrilling to the bulging pressure they applied. There was no sense trying to tear herself apart any longer. To do so would send her beyond the limits of sanity. She was debauched. She had the soul of a harlot, and that was all there was to it. She was licentiously lewd, shudderingly obscene, and being an exhibitionist thrilled and pleased her far more than anything else in life.
She lay there muttering inane sounds, making no sense at all, relaxing her body and spreading her thighs that much more, allowing Robert that much more freedom with her anal pucker. His teasingly rhythmic finger flicked back and forth lulling her into dreaming lewdly and licentiously.
"Hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!! ! " she suddenly gasped, feeling pain as the narrow rubber band-like sphincter guarding her rectum suddenly expanded. The Korean was pushing his forefinger into her ass. He sank it in up to the first knuckle. Her anal opening instantly tightened defensively around the in-plunging finger as he began wiggling and turning it, massaging the softly sensitive nether ring.
Sheila lay there tensely afraid all of a sudden as she felt the painfully probing finger dig deeper. When she opened her eyes she found herself staring at Daryl, huge and muscled, lying on his back beside her. Across the room behind her, William Green was half out of his seat, staring with his mouth hanging open and a glazed look in his eyes. Both Daryl and Green were watching Robert's finger plunging deeper into her rectum. Sheila, picturing the finger pressing into her rear channel was so aroused, the pain was quickly forgotten and she began enjoying the probing. There was a certain licentious delight at the thought of her ass being penetrated while the other men were watching.
Her hips began churning all over again. "Hey man," Daryl gasped, "will you look at that. She digs it, she really digs it."
Sheila shut her eyes and spread her legs even wider apart, enjoying the sensuous feel of the rumpled covers against her vaginal lips and clitoris as Robert pushed his finger all the more solidly into her, wriggling his forefinger all the more deeply into her anus, letting it run wildly around.
Sheila gasped. The unexpected pressure had hurt at first, but now it was sheer pleasure, and it was so deliciously lewd.
Using all her remaining strength, Sheila shakily got to her knees, lifting her wide-split buttocks from the mattress, spreading her thighs as far apart as was humanly possible. Her head was pressing into a pillow on the mattress, and her full breasts hung voluptuously beneath her, her hardened nipples barely grazing the covers as she wiggled her buttocks and thrust upward, pushing against the finger. Mmmmmmmm! It was nice. And Robert began fucking his finger in and out of her body.
William Green was going insane with the lust that was building inside him. He gripped his pulsing cock in his hand, having taken it out of his fly as he watched the oriental member of Strouse Reiner's board of directors pushing his forefinger in and out of Sheila's shuddering anus. Robert was kneeling on the bed behind Sheila, and he was pressing the head of his hard cock into her slippery vaginal opening, massaging the passion-drenched lips again and again. She moaned, her desire building ever higher as she felt the head of the Korean's cock slipping with ease into the channel that was lubricated by her own oils as a result of her orgasm with Daryl. Slowly, very slowly, she felt her vaginal labia opening wider and wider, and then, as a deep grunt burst from between her gasping lips, she felt Robert thrust his pulsing cock all the way into her cunt, where Daryl had been fucking her, minutes before. And all the while his finger continued wiggling in her anus. Slowly, her eyes partially closed, she began rotating her hips, moving them back and forth in time to Robert's dual grinding thrusts.
Muttering delightful obscenities, the deliciously skewered housewife looked down the length of Daryl's body as he lay next to her, seeing the massive black penis still tall and swollen with excitement as the man watched Robert and herself, locked cock-in-cunt and finger-in-ass, on the bed. Sheila stared at the massive black organ, and as if Daryl was able to read her mind, he reversed his body so that his cock now lay near her head. Her hand reached out and her fingers trailed along his thigh until they were once again touching his powerful black penis. Her fingers wrapped themselves firmly around the pole and began squeezing and pulling. Daryl, wild with lust, twisted to his knees and crouched over her next to her head.
Tugging his swollen solidity toward her lovely face, Sheila reached out with her tongue and slurp over the thick, purple mushroomed penile point, and once again a thick cock slid into her waiting mouth. It pushed as far in as possible in that position, and she sucked vibrantly, enjoying the taste of his meaty organ.
Now all three bodies-Robert's almost-yellow body offset by jets of black hair, Daryl's large, muscular black body, and Sheila's milk-white torso-began undulating and writhing and wriggling, flowing and pumping with an obscene rhythm whose ultimate end was total and delightful pleasure for all three.
Sheila felt her body flowing through the whirlpool of ecstasy at that moment. A sense of total abandonment swept madly through her, and it didn't bother her what they did or who was watching. All that mattered in Sheila's life was one thing; and that was fucking-fucking that built lascivious pleasure engulfing and swallowing all of them as Robert continued fucking her hot cunt with his cock and probing her devouring ass-hole with his finger, and Daryl, on his knees near her face, kept on pumping his long, black organ into her taut mouth, making her cheeks bulge with its thickness while Sheila sucked with her lips, fucked with her cunt, and rotated her buttocks tightly around, moving her anal channel back and forth, back and forth feeling another orgasm mounting in her trembling body. She was going to come again, and in spite of having come before, this orgasm was going to be even more powerful. And then she would be in a state of total ecstatic collapse ... and the two men would finish fucking her body any way they damn well pleased.
"Now!" Green shouted, taking control of everything, "both you men, fuck her together." His voice was shrill and penetrating as he issued the order, slumping back in the chair, his hand still gripping his penis.
Instantly, hungrily, the two men greedily reacted, one pulling out of her cunt, the other tugging his organ from her mouth and moving Sheila around. She was at a point where she offered no resistance whatsoever. There was just momentary confusion, and that confusion was in existence because of the burning lust she felt.
Daryl was once again lying on his back on the bed. His muscular chest was heaving up and down. Sheila, her full, rounded breasts wobbling up and down with distended nipples cutting the air, was sitting above him, straddling his hips on her knees, her buttocks wildly pumping up and down as she reached between her widespread loins, gripping his hard prick and holding it stalwartly erect. Slowly, very slowly she lowered her hotly throbbing vagina downward, her hips starting to rotate and twitch.
Daryl's sure, strong hands reached up and gripped her slenderly white waist, tugging her lower, enabling his massive black olisbos of muscle to slide upward into the wetly pulsating opening between her now-reddened vaginal walls. Her hot cunt undulated more and more as it sank lower. Sheila found her internal body able to swallow every last inch of cock, and she writhed, hoping to fit even more into her shuddering body. Now she began slowly riding him, up and down, up and down, and Green, whose mouth was literally hanging open, watched the glistening black pylon that was Daryl's cock fucking wetly into the pinkness of her sopping vagina while Sheila, her brown hair tousled and her eyes now tightly shut, rubbed the palms of her hands against her waist. Slowly, very slowly she slid her hands higher, eventually cupping the fullness of her breasts, weighing them in her palms before squeezing her nipples between her fingers.
Behind Sheila, the small oriental was pressing his hands on her shoulders, shoving her forward until she was crouching over Daryl, her soft, white breasts rubbing firmly against his black, hairy chest and her buttocks obscenely spread, the cheeks far apart, lewdly exposing her puckered ass-hole.
Robert looked down to see the wiry pelvic hair attached to Daryl scrubbing the rich lips of the woman's throbbing cunt. Sheila had started a salacious animal humping as she felt the tip of Robert's hard cock pressing all the harder against her anal opening. The Korean pushed his cockpoint firmly against her buttocks. Then he pushed again, pressing harder. Harder! Harder! Still harder! The pressure increased as he leaned his full weight into her. Sheila felt her tight little rectal mouth, which had been distended somewhat when he'd thrust his finger into her, suddenly enlarge even more, spreading wider and wider until she was positive her rectum would split like a pulpy casaba melon. The pressure continued mounting far beyond anything she had previously been forced to endure. With a shuddering lunge the heavy penile head sank suddenly inward. The heatedly dry walls of her rubbery rectum closed tightly around the deeply burrowing organ. She began gasping and shuddering.
"Hhhaaannnnhhhhh ... uuunnnhhhh ... no . . .no ... I can't ... uhhhh ... take ittttt ... it's killinnnnng meeeeeee ... take it ouuuut ... oh ... take it out ... please..." she gasped, pleading with the widely grinning Korean.
"Fuck her faster," Green urged. "Shove it into her deeper, make her feel it," he gasped, standing.
"Please ... please ... not so fast...," she begged.
"Fuck her fast."
"Oh baby! You're killinnnnnnng meeeeee..." she squealed.
"Fuck her ... fuck her with every last ounce of energy in you," he urged, his voice high-pitched and unreal.
As if William Green was suddenly giving the orders, the Korean began heeding the man's instructions and began fucking in and out. His hard cock felt the huge, black pillar thrust into her cunt, separated from his own by a wall of tissue-thin membrane. And each time he pulled out, Sheila's anus would react, the warm, dry, rubbery flesh clinging heatedly and hungrily to the shaft of his throbbing organ, reluctant to relinquish its hold.
Daryl who was underneath her, gripped her breasts and pushed her up a little, savagely passaing her tender nipples with the palms of his hands.
Sheila gasped, tensing and groaning, pinned between the two men by their brute power. William Green was unable to stand it any longer. He turned off his camera and came forward, unaware the door to the room had been partially open for some time and another camera was grinding away. Green walked toward the bed, his mouth slackly hinging open. The Korean was fucking in and out of her anus with long, smooth strokes, and Daryl was slamming his narrow hips up and down, up and down as Sheila was battered and jerked and slammed and tugged this way and that, her head flying to the left, then to the right until her grunts became moans, her moans became groans, her groans became sighs, and finally, her sighs became wild-animal sounds of sheer delight as her body found the rhythm set by the two men and she began fucking back and forth in unison. Thrills continued building ... building ... building ... as did her desire and lust.
"Yes, yes, yes," William Green shrieked, his voice a high-pitched falsetto as he dropped his pants and kicked them off with his shoes. Her mouth was his to do with as he pleased, and now he wasn't merely going to let her suck his cock. He was going to fuck that mouth as surely as if it were a cunt. He used his hand to force the woman's mouth open, and then crammed the full length of his lust-stiffened cock between her lips, jamming it all the way down her gasping throat. He was completely debasing her, as she deserved for having refused him so many years before. He was getting his revenge in full, and in the process he was going to make himself the single most powerful man at Strouse Reiner and Company.
Sheila sensed the final and ultimate debasement in what William Green was doing to her, but her mind was still so inebriated, it just didn't seem to matter. Three cocks were filling her in the three deepest holes in her body. Three wonderful cocks were doing a marvelous job of gratifying her in a way she would never have believed possible. She, Sheila Rankin, was being fucked in three holes, and being fucked gloriously.
Green was jerking his hips wildly back and forth as the two other men fucked her lower body, and Sheila allowed her body to ripple and undulate while she sucked as hard as was humanly possible feeling the three of them building to a maddening crescendo in her. Though his cock was the last to enter Sheila's body, and though it had come inside her twice earlier, it was still the first penis to start spouting the heavy sperm. Rolls of it puddled down Sheila's throat and she sucked hard, drinking all of the gummy substance. Green's body stiffened and his arms wildly flailed as he gasped and fired his semen all the way into her heated mouth. Her cheeks bulged and hollowed obscenely as she continued swallowing, then sucked even more fluid from his throbbing organ. Her tongue wound its way around his prick and teased even more of the white fluid from it.
Daryl, was next. He exploded forcefully, firing his blisteringly hot semen into her belly, feeling the squeezing lips of her cunt milk his organ furiously. Sheila felt the tempo increase as Daryl roared, "HHHHHEEEEEYYYYYAAA-AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!! ! "
Sheila felt the tempo continue to pick up as she was driven inexorably toward her own orgasm. It was so powerful, it blinded her for a moment, shuddering through her trembling body, and as
Green's throbbing cock pulled out of her mouth, she screamed, "AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Strings of semen ran from her sperm-glistening lips to his penile point, and she let out a loud wail of thrilling lust as the Korean continued fucking her ass with all his might and main.
White-hot pain momentaily coursed through her body, then it melded into her orgasm making the climactic gasps seem that much sweeter. Fire flooded her anal channel, bubbling through her rectum as Robert Ah shouted, "HHHHHAAAAAYYYYYIIIIIEEEEE!"
With a deep sigh, Sheila shut her eyes and slowly sank into unconsciousness. She never felt the two men pull their penises out of her, nor was she aware of them dressing her and then dressing themselves.
William Green smiled to himself. He had Strouse Reiner in his grasp, and he was going to milk the company for all he'd be able to get from it.
Outside the cabin, Fanny Siegel smiled. She nodded at the two men who were with her, and they took the cartridge from the Polaroid movie camera and silently left the yacht.
CHAPTER TEN
The stockholders' meeting Monday morning was much briefer than William Green would have imagined. Before he went into the meeting, he was confronted by his secretary, who showed him stills made from the movies she had taken. There he was, with his bare ass hanging out, jamming his cock down Sheila Rankin's throat. The bodies of the other two man had been whited out.
Len Wiley was summarily dismissed from Strouse Reiner, and since he hadn't the wherewithal to repay what he had stolen, criminal charges were lodged against him and he was taken to prison. Jake Whitmeyer, when shown the photos of himself with Sheila Rankin, decided to tactfully resign. That meant special elections. The elections had been anticipated by William Green who had sent out proxies. Now the proxies he had received were turned over to the board of directors. Fanny Siegel, in the meantime, got all the photos and negatives Green had accumulated, including the videotape of her daughter, and she destroyed them.
William Green declined to run for the presidency, and so Bill Rankin, who had no idea what was going on, was nominated and elected president of Strouse Reiner. Fanny Siegel was elected vice president.
When the meeting was over, Fanny took Rankin aside and said, "I want my daughter to be your permanent private secretary."
Rankin, who had no idea why she was trying to give him an order, was prepared to indignantly refuse, but then he though of all the opportunities he'd have to be alone with Joanne. To begin with, he'd have a convertible sofa put in his office. This would preclude the need to run to the company suite every time he had the hots for her.
"All right," he said to Fanny. "As of today, she's my private secretary."
"You won't be sorry," Fanny said to him.
"I'm sure of that," he nodded.
"I know you love your wife, so do me a favor. Until Joanne Finds a man of her own, be good to her, Bill."
"You know?"
"I'm a good Jewish mother. Find me a good Jewish mother who doesn't know everything about her daughter ... if you can."
"It only just started," he said, perspiring.
"I know," Fanny nodded.
"We're going to have a lot of work ahead to replace all that money stolen by Len Wiley. Do you know he had the nerve to insinuate Sheila was being unfaithful to me."
"How you can believe a liar and a thief like Len Wiley is beyond me," Fanny told him.
"You don't think Sheila ever cheated on me, do you?"
"I'm only Joanne's mother, not Sheila's," Fanny laughed. "But you know Sheila better than anyone. Is she capable of cheating?"
"Nah," Bill replied.
"Well, you've answered your own question. Look, why not take the rest of the day off and break the good news to your wife. Celebrate by taking her out."
"You know, that's a great idea."
"So. What are you waiting for? Go ahead and do it."
"You're a doll, Fanny."
"My husband thinks so."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sheila was shuddering and nervous, still not knowing what to do. Ever since last Tuesday night she had kept her husband away from her, certain if she let him touch her, he'd know she'd been unfaithful. Her period, coming on Wednesday, had helped a lot. It stayed until Sunday, though she pretended she still had it until Monday morning. She was a nervous wreck and was ready to confess everything to Bill. She hoped he would forgive her. But when the phone rang and she picked it up, she listened to Fanny Siegel at the other end, and suddenly a great weight was lifted from her heart.
Less than a half hour later, the door opened and Bill walked in. She had just finished a long shower, and had douched her vagina to make certain she was clean, inside.
Before Bill had a chance to say anything, Sheila was before him wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him solidly on the mouth as she had never kissed him before. Bill was unable to believe what was happening. His lovely wife, who had been just short of frigid all these years, had suddenly blossomed like a sunflower. Desire suddenly came alive in him as never before, and he returned her kiss with shuddering passion unable to believe this was his wife. He wondered if she might have a twin sister, his tongue agilely snaking into her mouth. The sharp tips of her widely spaced breasts were jutting firmly into his chest, and he realized that under the robe she had on there was nothing, absolutely nothing. What was more, she was pressing the pouting swell of her pubic mound against his body, rubbing it in circles, sensuously massaging his jerking penis as it began to grow in swelling leaps and bounds.
Sheila stepped back, smiling seductively, and she undid the sash of her robe, then slipped it sensuously from her shoulders, throwing it on the sofa, nearby. She turned slowly, letting Bill survey her white, blemish-free flesh. She ran her hands up and down the sides of her body, then lifted her breasts and held them out to him as if making an offering.
Bill was incredulous. He simply wasn't able to believe this was his wife. And when she fell to her knees before him and undid his pants, pulling them down so she could get at his cock, he was even less believing. Her hands dove boldly between his thighs, gripping his solid penis, rolling it between her palms with what felt like the fingers of a practiced whore. She was unbelievable. Bill was feeling excited as never before. His lovely Sheila was finally becoming the kind of woman he had hoped and prayed for. With amazing speed he removed the rest of his clothes and then picked Sheila up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. They writhed against one another, and for the first time Bill Rankin felt his wife actually grip his penis with her hand and rub and massage it as she breathed hotly against his face.
"Sheila-baby," he gasped. "What's come over you?"
"I love you, Bill," she whispered. "Somehow it came to me today just how much I love you. I've been very selfish and demanding all these years while giving very little of myself. Well all that will change, from now on. I'm going to be the best wife in the world, you'll see..."
Her words were interrupted as the thoroughly excited husband tossed his wife on the bed and threw his own body on top of her warm nakedness, writhing between her outstretched legs, his gigantic penis hard and ready for burial. His mouth clung voraciously to hers, and his tongue speared down her throat, sucking insanely.
The eagerly willing Sheila responded with all the salacious energy in her body. For the first time she realized how much her body missed being physically loved. She rubbed her voluptuous torso against the front of her husband, wantonly slamming her groin against his pelvis. She reached down with her two hands and wantonly spread apart the lips of her palpitating vagina, rubbing the surrounding hair into his crotch. Her ripely firm breasts were pillows for his chest as Sheila jackknifed her knees as high as possible, opening her thighs all the more, forcing the dribbling lips of her hot pussy farther apart. One of her hands reached out and gripped his cock, shocking him again as she anxiously tugged his throbbing organ into her hotly seething depths, feeling it skewer into her with one smooth stroke as her lubrication oiled the way.
Bill Rankin was still unable to believe all this was happening to him. First, the presidency of Strouse Reiner, and then the assurance that he had a permanent mistress in the golden goddess, Joanne Siegel, and now his wife actually turning into a full-fledged woman. He was so aroused by all this, he knew there was no way he was going to keep himself under control. His hard cock slammed spastically in and out of Sheila's hotly soft cunt, and he felt his seed already starting to churn and boil in his balls. There was no way he was going to hold this back, and it bothered him because this one time he wanted to make certain his wife came, too. His body was over-stimulated, and the seed was already starting to move through the narrow passage that was the tube in the underside of his jerking cock as it embedded itself deeper and deeper into her welcoming depths.
Was this really his wife? Was this truly his Sheila? God! It was a miracle.
No sooner had the question popped into his mind than the orgasm started happening. The hotly pumping seed rose higher and higher and began spurting from the tip of his throbbing cock, ejaculating into the burning tunnel that was her dripping cunt. And at the same moment Sheila felt her own climax overcome her.
For the first time since their marriage, they shrieked out their enjoyment in unison. He came into her again and again and again. And when it was over, and he lay back, trying to figure out what had come over her, she surprised him by sucking his cock back to hardness, then sitting on it until he fired into her yet another time.
They went out to eat after that, and once their strength was renewed, they hurried home to make love again. Now that Sheila had discovered how wonderful sex was when combined with love, she was unable to get enough of it.
They fucked far into the night, and both of them fell asleep in each other's arms, with his penis still buried in her teeming vagina.
When Bill awoke, the next morning, his throbbing erection was in his wife's mouth and she was assiduously sucking on it, determined to drain more of his sperm from him. Her lips tightly clamped themselves around the nerve-sensitive head of his hard cock, running her tongue all over the pulsing point.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped, lifting his head from the pillow to get a better look at his wonderful wife as her mouth slaved over his pulsing penis. His solidly swollen column of hard flesh had half its length buried in her sucking mouth as her tightly compressed lips squeezed the organ all the tighter. Her hands were busy, too, massaging his sac, rubbing his balls, making them swell in the leathery container that was fast tightening and pulling them up into his crotch. Her mouth continued its wet passage of his hot, lengthy staff.
Bill's mind was reeling with excitement as he felt the moist heat of her swirling tongue all over his pulsing phallic extension. Her head began sliding down now, taking more and more of the heavy flesh pike into her mouth as she sucked even harder. She pulled and slurped and tugged, making his body bounce, and then she further surprised him by squeezing his balls with one hand while her other hand pressed against his anal pucker. She slid a finger into her husband's rectum, making the man jump, and for the first time she realized what a totally stupid fool she had been all the other years. Now that she had changed, it didn't matter any longer, but had she been sexually adept those first three years, she'd have had even more control over Bill than she'd previously had. In a way it was just as well she hadn't known about the power of sex. Being so unresponsive before, she would have misused such power. Not so, now.
Her head pumped faster and faster, her mouth wildly sucking and then she was swallowing the white glue he was shooting.
Bill wanted to reciprocate, but Sheila told him she wasn't ready, not having washed the previous night's secretions from her body. Besides, he still had a job to attend to.
That was when Bill finally told her about his being elected president of Strouse Reiner. So Sheila insisted that was why it was even more important for him to hurry to work. While he shaved and showered, she prepared his breakfast, herself, and then she drove him to work instead of letting him take a cab.
As she drove off, Joanne Siegel came walking up.
"Good morning," she said to Bill. "Today we start our new positions."
"New jobs," Bill corrected. "I have a feeling the positions are going to be pretty much the same."
"You mean, with you on the top and me on the bottom?"
"Or vice-versa," he smiled.
"You know," she told him as they took the private elevator up to the president's suite. "You're quite a guy."
"You're quite a woman."
They left the elevator and Bill walked over to the massive desk that had been Jack Whitmeyer's until the previous day. He still wasn't able to figure out precisely how he had landed in this chair, but he wasn't about to question his good luck.
"Penny for your thought," Joanne said.
Shrugging, he smiled at her, and said, "I feel incomplete. Before I left the house this morning, my wife gave me the most fantastic blowjob since you put your mouth on my cock. But because I had to leave so quickly, she didn't give me a chance to eat her pussy. I'm sure as hell in the mood for hair pie.
"Chocolate hair pie, or lemon hair pie?" Joanne asked.
Looking at her, Bill Rankin smiled and said, "Right now, I'm in the mood for lemon hair pie."
"You've got it, Mr. president," Joanne said, smiling as she locked the door to his office and began tugging down her panties. This was going to be one interesting job-one very interesting job.
