Eden Stark was an absolutely lovely young woman. She had long, black hair which fell to her waist, but which she always had neatly pinned up. Her face was slightly round, with deep set, large brown eyes, a nose that ought to have been too large ... though on her it seemed just right, and a full mouth that looked as if it were inviting men to kiss it at all times.
She had a long, slender neck, but there was nothing skinny about her. To begin with, she had a pair of breasts which would thrust out of her white blouse as if she were sporting 300 millimeter cannon shells. Her waist was tapered, but slightly fleshy, and she had full, round, delightful hips, and every and any male in the college from which she had been graduated would have given a year of his life to slide between the firm, rounded pillars of her thighs, thighs which she kept covered with skintight slacks that looked as if they had been painted on rather than put on. Today, she was wearing blue slacks.
As far as Eden was concerned, the civil service was for her. It offered the best jobs at the most reasonable salaries, and there was always one helluva pension when one retired. So Eden decided she would work for the city, or in this case, for the county, Paseo County, to be precise.
She had already taken and passed a civil service exam, and it remained for her to decide which branch of the service would be best for her. She had no desire to work in the post office, nor was she going to become a female police officer. Being a fireman, or tirewoman, was out of the question. However, there was one branch of Paseo County's civil service that was always understaffed. That was the branch of building inspectors. Most building inspectors found their jobs very cushiony, and more than a few became cocky after awhile, taking bribes not to condemn certain buildings, while finding violations that didn't really exist when the building owner refused to "grease" them. Eden liked the idea of becoming a building inspector. To begin with, although Paseo County still had a few buildings in need of condemning, for the most part, the buildings in the western part of Texas outside Dallas were not only structurally sound, but in good shape.
However, when Eden finally made her choice, and went through the building examiner's test, she quickly discovered that here, as in every other place, one needed to pull strings. She, unfortunately, didn't have strings to pull. At least she knew no one of influence, and as a result had to depend on her wits to get her the job, even though there were quite a few vacancies since there had just been a shake-up in the building inspection department from within. It had been kept quiet, and none of the newspapers had gotten wind of it, but as someone qualified to take the building examiner's tests, Eden had been made aware of the openings.
The man who made her aware of the opening was an unsmiling, almost vicious-looking man by the name of Carl Pastrada. He was the product of a German mother and an Italian father, a father who had beaten him with a certain regularity, and as a result, Carl had grown up believing you either beat people to keep them in line, or you wielded some other kind of power over them.
Carl had graying, crewcut hair that looked like salt and pepper on his head. He had a long face that, at the age of thirty-nine, was lined and looked fifteen years older. When he spoke, his small mouth always seemed to have a sneer as he wrinkled his straight nose and wiggled his weak chin. Though slightly pudgy, Carl was not exactly fat, and if nothing else good might be said about the man, he had never been caught taking a bribe in his life.
Carl had worked his way up to the head of County Building Inspection and Maintenance. He would have been able to retire in another eleven years, but had no intention of doing so. Carl Pastrada enjoyed the superiority he had, and he intended staying in his job as long as possible.
One thing Carl had learned was to never let an advantageous opportunity slip by. As far as he was concerned, Eden Stark was a highly advantageous opportunity, and he was going to take full advantage of the situation.
Carl was an excellent judge of people. He knew Eden was no prude, and there was more than a slight probability that she had become sexually involved with men from time to time. Now Carl wanted to make sure she became involved with him.
All test papers were graded by computer, but it was still up to the head man to decide if a person was emotionally suited to the job of building inspector. After all, it started off at eighteen thousand dollars a year, with annual raises of a thousand dollars for seven years, which is where one stayed save for salary increases brought on by inflation. True, if one went through the ranks as Carl had done, working his way through all kinds of menial desk jobs after initially being out in the field for ten years, one might become the assitant head of the department and earn thirty thousand a year. But it was the head of the department, which was the position Carl now held, who had a car with the words County Inspector painted on both front doors. He had all his gasoline paid for by the county, and though he didn't actually have an expense account, he did manage to accumulate some nice money, allowing men he had carefully screened to "buy" a job in his department. All this, over and above his annual salary of thirty-seven thousand, five hundred dollars a year.
Where Eden was concerned, Carl was no less avaricious when it came to money, but he wanted more from her, since she was in a position to give more while the men weren't. If he had her assessed correctly, and he was certain he did, she would come across. That body of hers was too voluptuous to simply let go by. Hell! If she had been a virgin it might have been different, but Carl knew, from the way she spoke with others, that she was no prude and she was no virgin. So he arranged an appointment for her on a Friday afternoon.
CHAPTER TWO
Eden was overjoyed when she found out the head of the county building inspection department wanted to see her. Wearing her skin-tight blue slacks and her almost equally tight white blouse, she arrived at his office that Friday at ten in the morning, and the man's secretary, also an attractive woman, let her wait ten minutes before announcing her to Carl. It was obvious Carl had convinced his secretary that if she wanted to keep the job she now had, she, too, had to give him what he wanted. Eden was, as far as the secretary was concerned, a rival who might oust her from her job, and she needed the job. But the secretary also knew she didn't dare disobey any orders given by Carl, and so she finally, reluctantly, announced that Eden was there.
She motioned to Eden to go into Carl's office, and Eden did so. The office was in one of the newer, jerry built structures that lined Old Country Road, and though it was obvious the building looked more attractive from the outside than other, older buildings, it was equally obvious the building, though built at a later date than those other concrete buildings, would not last nearly as long.
Everything in Carl Pastrada's office appeared expensive until you looked more closely. The brown carpeting on the floor had to be vacuumed twice a day to keep the piling from showing. The wall shelves were made of formica, as was his mahogany-colored desk. There was a green naugahyde sofa directly under a window, a window which was on the second floor of the building and looked out over Old Country Road, with no high buildings opposite.
"Ah, Miss Stark, come in, come in," Carl said, his face never once ready to crack a smile. He pointed to a wooden, straight-backed chair in front of his desk.
Eden sat, remaining silent. She didn't like the looks of the man, not at all, but she did want this job, and the chances were she wouldn't have to report directly to him anyway. There were overseers who maintained clusters of supervisors under them, and one day she hoped to become one of the overseers, even if it meant occasionally having to report to Carl Pastrada.
"I'll get right to the point," Carl said, his voice sounding like a whip each time he spoke. He had the facility of sounding like the movie actor, Charles Lane, who always played the part of a crochety person, whether an inspector or the rich head of some factory. "Your grade is better than fair, Miss Stark. However, there's more to becoming a member of this department than test grades."
"I-I'm sure, sir," she nodded.
"To begin with, you have to be tough. If you act soft with the people whose premises you'll be inspecting, they'll plead and wheedle and beg, and possibly convince you to give them a better report than they deserve."
"I'know what the job entails, sir," she said to him. "Don't worry, I won't disappoint you."
"Good!" he nodded. "But getting this job entails more. To begin with, it's a high paying job that gets higher-paying each year as you're promoted, and as the cost of living goes up. For the first two years, you'll be expected to contribute ten percent of your after-tax earnings to my favorite charity."
"Which charity might that be, sir?" she naively asked.
Carl smiled and replied, "Don't worry about it, Miss Stark. You just give me the money, in cash, and I'll give it to the charity."
"All right," she nodded, feeling a little quivery inside.
"There's one more thing. I'll be blunt and direct about it. If I give you the job, I expect you to show your appreciation."
"Just what is it you want me to do, sir?" "Don't be totally stupid, Miss Stark," he said, standing, and for the first time Eden was able to see the thick bulge in his pants. "When you apply for a job in this office," he continued, as she got to her feet and started backing away from him, "it's like trying out for a part in a movie. I have to decide whether you'll fit into the part. I'm the one doing the casting, so to speak."
"I . . . see," she said, starting to shudder, seeing the look of burning lust inflaming the man's eyes.
His entire face seemed creased with lines of lewd desire. Never smiling, he pointed to the green naugahyde sofa, saying, "That is where I do all the casting. My casting couch."
Eden was terrified. Right now, all she wanted to do was get out of here. Carl was aware of that. All women seemed frightened of him the first time. His secretary had almost panicked totally out of her mind when he had initally propositioned her. But there was a button under his desk that electronically locked the door, and after he had finished with the woman who was now his secretary, and she had finally calmed down, he had told her the job was hers, provided she was willing to continue doing this every now and again. Since the woman had needed the job desperately, she had agreed. All the women Carl had literally raped in this office had agreed to his conditions ... afterward. There were other females he had interviewed whom he had never attempted to approach physically. By the same token, neither had he hired them.
"Please ... Mr. Pastrada . . . just let me out of here," Eden pleaded, backing up until she was pressed against one of the wall bookshelves. "I-I don't want to go this far. I'll try and get a job with one of the other departments."
"You dumb little cunt," Carl snapped at her. "If you leave this office, you can forget about getting any kind of civil service work in Paseo County. I'll get on the phone and tell all the heads of the other departments that you're an insolent bitch. You see, Miss Stark, they're pretty much the same as I am when it comes to hiring women" .
Eden had no way of knowing Carl Pastrada was lying. So she stood there, completely terrified.
The man stared evilly at her, certain what he had said to her had sunk in. Yes, he was able to tell by the look in her eyes she believed him. He had correctly assessed her, and he knew she would give him what he wanted, even if he had to initially fight for it. She was already starting to crumble internally as she backed against the bookcase, and he felt another glorious moment of triumph. This would teach her in a hurry who was boss around here.
The thrilling surge of overpowering and wanton excitement filled the man. He felt like a hunter who had cornered the most dangerous game, and now he was getting ready to move in for the kill. He was more aware than ever of. the length of his throbbing, pulsating erection. Once again it was going to be sated.
Eden gasped, terrified, realizing her whole career as a civil service employee was in jeopardy. Still, she refused to be cowed, and stared right back into Carl's eyes, intent on finding some way out of all this. She hated the man! This was ridiculous, but true. She hated his face, hated his manner, hated everything about him. To think she had wanted to get a job with him as her superior. Work, yes. But this . . . this . . .no, definitely not. Hell! She was no whore who used her body to make money. If she had wanted to become a call girl, she would have been able to do so and make considerably more money than working in the civil service. But a call girl's life came to an end in ten to fifteen years and there was never any guarantee of enough money set aside for retirement. No, civil service was the only way to go.
"Come over here and stop acting like a jerk," Carl snapped.
His eyes were able to look right through the white transparent blouse that clung so tightly to the upper half of her body. She was wearing a white half-brassiere underneath, and the creamy white curves of the pushed-up tops of her breasts were clearly visible. Carl licked his lips in hungry anticipation, wanting to touch those tits, aching to feel their soft firmness in his hands. He wanted to suck on her nipples, too. They were pressed against the brassiere and blouse, and even in this state of non-arousal, it was obvoius to him they were thick. There was no doubt she was an exciting woman. All good-looking women excited him, but Carl never complimented women. As far as he was concerned, they were meant to be used, and there was no need in complimenting a woman because nature had made her look good, or because she had sexually performed as she was expected to perform. He was going to fuck this one like all the rest, acting surly, moving brusquely, behaving as if he didn't care, which, in a way was true, since all the feelings he had were physical and not emotional. It was the physical part of him that responded to her shapeliness and her lovely face. The truth was, deep down, Carl was softer than any of the women he forced into intercourse, but he would never show it, knowing the women would take advantage of this if they ever found out. His father had beaten the softness into the deepest part of him, covering it with a tough exterior that would never be broken. He would always present himself as a nasty son of a bitch, and all the women he fucked would hate him.
"Stay away from me!" Eden insisted. The disturbed young brunette was able to clearly see the look in his eye, and she felt a series of mixed emotions. As Carl had surmised, she was no virgin. In fact, she had been enjoying sex for quite a few years now, though she had always selected her men with great care. It always thrilled her to know a man wanted her, even an animal like Carl Pastrada, and terrified as she was of him, she was fortified inside with the knowledge that her attractiveness might give her some kind of hold on him in the future, though at the moment she had no idea how she would be able to make it work.
"Either you're gonna get undressed by yourself," Carl said to Eden, "or I'm gonna rip those clothes off your back. I've seen dames like you a dozen times before. What you need is a good, solid fuck. I find a good fuck is all any woman really needs."
"That's what you think!" Eden suddenly snapped back at the man in a testy voice. "You may think you know other women, but you don't know me, Mr. Pastrada, and I'm not going to lie down for you." "I know you just as I know the others," he assured her.
Carl was angry at the mere suggestion that he might not really know her. He had studied women all his life, and knew them perfectly. This was a loud bitch, but she would be a good fuck, and when it was all over, she would take the job, and when he called her in to fuck again, she would hasten to him. He would have to give this cunt a lesson in fucking she would never forget.
He reached out for her, grabbing the collar of her blouse, ready to rip. Eden knew he wasn't bluffing.
"Wait!" Eden gasped, realizing there was no way out of this for her. The job was too important to allow her virtue to get in the way. She would let him fuck her. She had no alternative.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled it out of her slacks and took it off. She then peeled her slacks down, as well, revealing the white bikini panties she wore. Since she was wearing slacks, there had been no need for stockings or pantyhose.
Instead, she had worn sheer socks, and once she had her shoes off, she pulled the socks off as well. Finally she removed her brassiere, allowing the volleyballs of her white breasts, with their brown areolas and nipples to bounce up and down on her chest. Large as her breasts were, they stood up nicely, and she would have been able to pass the pencil test mentioned by Ann Landers and Dear Abby.
Finally she peeled her panties down, stepping out of them, a white-skinned goddess in spite of the darkness of her hair. Hell! If he was going to fuck her, she wanted to get something out of this as well as he. Even though he was the one with the power, forcing her to do what he wanted, the knowledge that he coveted her body made her feel as if she had gained some power over him as well. Let him look at her nakedness and ache with even greater desire for her. Hell! She didn't know how she compared, in looks, to other women with whom he had slept, but she did know she was a beautiful woman, and would be wasting her beauty if she didn't wield it. Yes, yes, she would use her beauty like a sword, making it work for her, not only with this man, but with many other men in the future.
Just thinking about sexual contact got her all hot and bothered. Yes, yes, the idea of being fucked was starting to appeal to her, even if she didn't particularly care for the man who was going to do the fucking.
"On the couch," Carl told her, now hurriedly removing his own clothing, revealing a chest covered with salt and pepper hair, and a pelvis with the same color hair. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his feet from his pants, revealing the heavy-veined hardness of his throbbing cock, now jutting out quiveringly in anticipation. Well, she had to admit the man was certainly well-enough endowed. There was a blanket folded up in a corner of the couch, and Eden spread it on the sofa cushions. She didn't want her body sticking to the vinyl. Then she lay seductively on the couch, waiting to feel the throbbingly hard length of the man's pulsating masculine cock.
CHAPTER THREE
Jo Ann Devlin, Carl Pastrada's secretary, was still sitting at her desk, but she had the intercom on, and was listening to what was happening inside the office. Like Eden, Jo Ann knew she was an attractive woman, although she was considerably older than Eden's twenty-two. Once, a long time ago, before she had come to work here, Jo Ann had been very heavy and unattractive. She had struggled and had finally lost the excess weight, and that was when she had met and married Arthur Devlin. But Arthur's job wasn't good enough. They needed more money, so the lovely woman decided she would take a secretarial job.
Even now, at the age of forty-three, with white streaks starting to appear in her hair, Jo Ann was still good to look at. Her breasts were as large as Eden's, though not nearly as firm. The rest of her body was soft, though she would never regain all the weight she had lost. She knew her vagina was the reason why she was able to hold this job as Carl's secretary. She was at an age where it was difficult for her to go out looking for another job, and so whenever another woman came along, Jo Ann always felt her security threatened.
Listening was never good enough for Jo Ann. She wanted to see what was going on. So she locked the office after stepping out into the hallway, then unlocked the door to the supply room right next door. This was where all the red tape forms were kept that made it necessary for what she believed were so many unnecessary jobs. She wasn't worried about someone coming in and surprising her. She had one of two keys to the supply room, and anyone wanting any papers had to come to her or Carl Pastrada first.
Locking the supply room door, she walked to the end of the long, narrow room after turning on the dim yellow light over the door. When she reached the far end of the room, she was in shadows. Here, she took a stack of papers aside and put them on top of another stack, revealing a hole in the wall just above the top of one of the books resting on the wall shelf across the room from the sofa on which Eden was lying. Jo Ann was satisfied that Eden was not here to replace her, having overheard Carl tell her she was eligible for a job as building inspector. She peered through the hole in the wall, watching, as Carl said to Eden, "Honey, I'm gonna fuck you to within an inch of your life. Now spread those white thighs wider so I can fit my cock into that snooty little cunt of yours. You're gonna learn your body ain't too good for me, not ever. When I want it, you come runnin', got me?"
Inside Carl Pastrada's office, totally unaware that she and Carl were being observed by his overly curious and highly suspicious secretary, the shuddering Eden felt chills running the length of her spine and she cringed. She didn't know Carl well, but did know he was obviously not a very nice person, not even at a time like this. The man seemed to perennially be in a terrible mood, and she was aware there was nothing she would be able to do at this point that would snap him out of it. He was so totally unlike all the other men in her life, all of whom had shown consideration when being with her. Eden felt mutual consideration was important in lovemaking, but one thing was certain, and that was, since Carl was showing none for her, all she would try doing was getting as much out of this as possible without thinking of making him happy. Let Carl look after himself.
Carl was hungry for her cunt, all right. It was a rosy little slash topped by a light sprinkling of hair one shade lighter than the dark hair on her head. Hell! He had to cram the full length of his throb- bing cock into the woman's belly, and right away, or he'd shoot his load into mid-air, and that would be embarrassing.
She looked fantastic, lying there like that! Those huge tits of hers, sticking straight up into the air looked so deliriously tempting, he ached to lean forward and chew the goddamned tips right off. Also, she had such silken-smooth, creamy skin. Added to that lovely face of hers ... yeah, that was one helluva face, all right ... he was ready to flip out of his mind. She was no virgin, that much was certain, the way she laid there, tantalizing him, wiggling, letting him know she was ready for him at any time. Shit! To think other men had been inside that luscious cunt before him! Well, what the hell! He had her now, and she was going to fuck for him whenever he said.
Carl spread the length of his body roughly on top of the naked torso of the woman lying on his sofa. He rubbed against her exposed belly with the stiffness of his swollenly throbbing penis, pressing so solidly into her stomach that, for a moment, Eden felt pain and gasped, "Unh! That hurts!"
"No shit!" Carl snapped.
"Look, I'm doing what you want me to do," she insisted. "Don't be brutal about this."
"Look yourself, bitch! You gotta let me do it the way I gotta do it!" he replied.
Who the hell was she to tell him how to fuck? He hated snotty women who thought they were so smart. The mere idea that they were not doing something right ... that this which he wanted was displeasing to her ... offended Carl Pastrada. In- wardly, he felt angrier than ever, and he was determined to teach this bitch a lesson. He wanted to snap something at her, but his throat felt strained, and he realized he was filled with desire for the lovely, voluptuous brunette. Eden thought in terms of what she would be able to extract from this physical encounter. It was obvious the man wasn't going to attempt pleasing her, and she had to find some way of making certain she received as much pleasure as possible from this.
At that moment, Carl's seeking hands once again found their way toward her, and this time he touched her, gripping the fullness of her firmly rounded breasts, fondling and squeezing them over and over like ripened melons as he continued grinding his tensed body nakedly against hers.
"COME ON, BABY, COME ON," Carl snapped at her impatiently, feeling her suddenly become tense. "Loosen up a little, baby," he snapped, panting into the aperture between the brunette's slightly parted lips. He continued squeezing her breasts and kissing her, but Eden wasn't enjoying what he was doing to her, and as a result, she didn't respond. "OH SHIT!" he snapped, jumping to his feet. "COME ON, ROLL OVER AND GET UP ON YOUR KNEES! RIGHT NOW!"
His voice was commanding and harsh, his hands roughly turning Eden around and lifting her buttocks as he knelt on the sofa behind her. The man moved her ass right, then left, positioning her correctly as she remained on all fours. He gripped the roundness of her shapely hips with a very firm grasp so that the tantalizing whiteness of her smooth white buttocks wiggled temptingly in the air.
Eden felt herself suddenly blushing very furiously. She inwardly felt a seething mixture of anger and embarassment filling her body, tempering the inner intent she had previously had of enjoying this. At this moment she felt like nothing more than an oversized mannequin, a helpless doll whose body was being manipulated to suit the ego of a madman. This was a disgusting position used by animals, and she had never previously allowed herself to be taken this way. It was the acme of humiliation, and as far as she was concerned, this merely dropped Carl Pastrada a little lower on the ladder of disgust. More than one girl friend had told her, "All men are animals. Sooner or later they all want you to do something to make them happy, not caring whether it'll make you happy or not."
Until now, Eden had never believed it. All the men she had bedded down with before had been kind, considerate, and loving. That was because she had done the selecting previously. If a boy she had dated didn't measure up, she wouldn't even kiss him, much less go farther. But at the moment she realized she was dealing with the kind of animal her friends had always warned her against. What was the use of attempting to get something from this if the man put her in a position where she was unable to' feel anything? A vibrant chill raced through her helplessly kneeling body as she realized he had put her into the position of being a total slave, utterly and completely at his mercy ... and she was certain Carl Pastrada was the kind of man who didn't show mercy. The idea of trying to stop him at this point was completely out of the question. There was no way out of his office, even with her possibly getting the door open. She had no clothes on. Worse, she would lose her job. She wanted that job! She wanted it more than anything else, and that was why she was permitting this horrible humiliation to continue. This man was a total animal, and the sooner all this was over and done with, the better.
Carl's pantingly heavy breath was coming in great gasps, and she felt it blow all over her back. Quivering, she strained forward, automatically and instinctively trying to clamp her thighs that much more tightly together. The muscles in her lithe, youthful form tautened and made her asscheeks look even rounder as she prepared herself for what this man was going to do to her.
His hands slid along her hips, up the smooth sides of her body, then slid around the sides to reach for, and finally grasp, the softly swinging mounds of her swollen breasts, cupping them and pulling them upward, rolling the stiff little penny Tootsie Roll nipples between his massaging fingers. Even though she had believed herself incapable of feeling anything at this point, Eden jumped at the contact. She had forgotten how over-sensitive her breasts were, and Carl, feeling how she moved when he touched her nipples, now took advantage of the fact. He continued rolling and teasing the throbbingly extended little tips while he continued shuffling forward behind her on his knees. He was grateful she had spread the blanket out. More than once he had fucked a woman on this sofa who hadn't bothered opening the blanket, and his skin had stuck to the sofa. Someday he would have to replace it with a cloth sofa. The throbbingly rigid, reddened tip of his cock was now pressing itself into the crack between her rounded buttocks, spreading her rear cheeks wider and wider apart.
"HAAAANNNNHHHH! OOOHHH!" the helpless woman groaned, as she felt the throbbing tip continuing to licentiously pulsate against her exposed flesh. Without realizing it, she was grinding her buttocks back against his penis as the man's hands, continuing to squeeze and fondle the fullness of her swollen breasts, were driving her mad. The thrillingly excited brunette found herself squirming backward in an unwitting erotic motion. She didn't want to enjoy this lascivious performance, feeling to do so would be to bring herself down to Carl's level. Nevertheless, her body was so attuned to sex, even though her mind rebelled against enjoyment of it, she was already aware of tiny electric sparks of pure and total pleasure shooting from the tips of her extended nipples, while other flashes of electrical thrills blazed through the rest of her body. This was incredible. Here she was, hating this man who was doing all this to her, yet inwardly loving just what it was he was doing.
For the first time in her life, Eden felt embarrassingly exposed in her nakedness. She had never felt this way with the other men, but with Carl
Pastrada she felt obscenely on display, inwardly far more naked than she had ever previously felt. Little bits and pieces of the discussion she'd had with this man when she had walked into his office filled her mind, and she thought even more resentfully that he was using her, taking advantage of the situation that had come into existence between them. He might have been more gentlemanly about it, offering to take her out to dinner before inviting her to a place with a proper bed, but no, not him. All he had done was use and abuse her, exposing her. to the total animal housed inside him. She wondered if this was the way he treated all other females. If so, she wondered if any woman had ever been dumb enough to actually marry him. He was the kind of man she found very easy to loathe.
She was aware of his firmly massaging hands now slipping downward from the fullness of her breasts, trailing hot lines along the trimness of her naked sides, then encircling her waist. He paused for a moment to grip the soft, white tops of her thighs, tightening his clutch, digging the tips of his fingers painfully into her tenderly sensitive flesh.
"Give me your right hand," he insisted suddenly, harshly, abruptly.
"What?"
"I told you ... I want your right hand ... let it reach between your thighs. I want you to grab my cock. You see honey, if you put it into your cunt, you can't claim I raped you. Not that anyone would believe you if you did make such a claim, but this is more for your own mental peace of mind. If you know that you've put my cock into your vagina, that it was your hand that brought about the actual entry, then you won't ever be able to think I raped you."
"You are disgusting!" she gasped. "I'll never.."
"DO IT!" he snapped. "COME ON! YOUR JOB IS HANGING BY A SLENDER THREAD AT THE MOMENT. JUST REACH BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, GRAB MY COCK, AND TUCK IT IN, BABY."
The helpless woman groaned, realizing she had no choice. Finally, more out of desperation than anything else, thinking she would bring this ordeal to an end that much more quickly, she finally reached back between her parted thighs, her fingers moving right and left until she was finally able to close her hand over her future boss's hotly pulsating penis. It had looked big when she had stared at it earlier, but now it felt much bigger. Somehow it seemed larger than she had ever imagined it might be, and wondered if she was thinking and seeing things that weren't really true. Maybe she ws merely imagining that it was larger.
In any case, this would seal the bond between them. It would mean a definite relationship between them from now on, whether at work or "play." She was going to tuck that monster into her cunt, but she wondred if she was really capable of handling the entire length of it, especially in this position. With her body bent this way, wasn't her vaginal canal that much shorter? Perhaps in a more normal position she might be able to handle his throbbing cock a bit more easily, but this was ridiculous. Not that she had fucked in a missionary position all those other times, but the deviations were really only slightly different from being straight. Odd, but with other men, even deviations seemed possibly normal, but anything this man did seemed distorted. Yes, that was it! It was the man more than anything else. As a result, anything he did felt hideously demeaning.
"Come on, come on," Carl told her. "We don't have all day. This is still Friday, a work day. Put it in already." As if to emphasize that he was the master, he gave her buttocks a slap.
"Ouch!" she snapped. "If I put it in, you'll push it too far. I can't take all of that."
Carl laughed, ignoring the helpless brunette's statement. He .gripped the tops of her cringing white thighs and he began squeezing them as if to let her know he was sick, tired, and fed up with just waiting for her to comply with his wishes. Hell! If she thought this was demeaning, just wait'll she saw what he had in mind for future sessions. This bitch was going to have to learn that when Carl Pastrada gave her an order, she had to follow it through. He squeezed again, this time bringing a very slight whimper of pain and indignation from Eden's lips.
For the first time in her life, Eden felt herself close to tears while indulging in sexual intercourse. She who had gloried in her own defloration, and who had been able to joyfully withstand the pain of those first initial strokes of a penis into the then-unopened vagina, was now ready to cry. Bitterly, she placed the throbbing tip of his heavily blunt cockhead firmly against the narrowness of her tight elastic opening, feeling the way it leaked its oils into her trembling coral slash. She bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from noisily blubbering, but it didn't stop more tears from welling up in her eyes.
Behind her, Carl Pastrada's thickly probing phallic lance began a slow, teasing, grinding motion against her soft, open vaginal lips. The head moved about in such a manner that her labia were forced open all the wider, exposing all the hidden oils caught between her inner walls. As he pushed forward, the pressure forced her quivering labia even wider apart as he continued with his heavy, inward-driving pressure. Deeper, deeper, deeper, he went.
"OOOOOONNNNHHHH! HHH AAANNN-NHHH!" the lovely Eden cried, her slender fingers still tightly gripping the throbbing, invading thickness of Carl's strong, lust-swollen penis. "OH MY GODDDD . . . I'VE . . . UUUUNN-NHHH . . . NEVER FELT ANYTHING SO THICK . . . HHHHHHHHAAANNNHHH!" she groaned out through teeth that were tightly clenched together.
Carl knew he had a thick cock. This was one of the reasons why he was never afraid to fuck a woman whom he knew had been previously fucked by many other men. Possibly there were other cocks longer and thicker than his own, but he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, and as long as he was able to use it, he was going to do just that.
His cock continued forcing its way deeper and deeper into the fearfully resisting ring of her tautly cringing vaginal passageway. It moved steadily inward, the harsh determination of his driving cock stretching the tender, hair-fringed lips of the lovely lady's widespread pussy until she felt the full, blood-engorged weightiness slithering almost unimpeded into the depths of her heatedly pulsing feminine tunnel.
The gigantically huge, bulbous head of his throbbing cock, was pushing the tightly accordion-ing pink, inner flesh of her helplessly open vagina along in front of it in tiny rippling waves, each ripple causing Eden more acute discomfort, making her moan out loud. She writhed uncontrollably, trying somehow to shake him out of her.
"NOT LIKE THIS . . . NOT LIKE THIS ..." she gasped, pleading with him tearfully. "LET ME TURN OVER . . . PLEASE . . . IT'LL BE BETTER IF I'M ON MY BACK . . . YOU'LL SEE."
But it was all to no avail. The aroused man wasn't listening to her. Her fingers tightened, squeezing bits of the blanket beneath them in front of her as she struggled to maintain her balance on the sofa. Considering all he was doing to her, she felt losing her balance would also mean losing what little dignity she had left. Her body was totally defenseless in this position, and she was able to hear Carl grunting behind her, sounding more and more like an aroused male animal. The more she thought about it, the more she imagined he was a gorilla ... a gigantic, four hundred pound gorilla who was throwing his weight on her and sexually assaulting her. Carl was pressing his flat hips heavily and solidly against the roundness of her upthrust buttocks, his solidly advancing cock driving deep, deep, deep into the tunnel of her vaginal mouth, impaling her cruelly, as if trying to drive his stake all the way through to her heart from this angle.
Eden's soft lips opened and closed in helpless and uncontrolled torment. All her sweetly, nakedly kneeling body was able to do at this point was tremble in helpless humiliation. For the first time in her life, sex was a nightmare! It was horrible! She felt as if the man had penetrated her much farther than any other man, and she was afraid this was not only not normal, but unhealthy as well. She moaned and pressed her forehead into the already damp blanket beneath her, hating him all the more, inwardly cursing him, breathing a staccato rhythm, afraid each exhalation might be her last. Her heart continued pounding wildly and wisps of her black hair now clung to the sweat-sticky moistness of her cheeks as well as her neck and shoulders.
Was the job worth all this? She knew he would give it to her if she stayed, but it would mean his having the use of her body again, whenever he wished. Maybe civil service was not such a good idea, after all. Maybe she should have studied to become a secretary, and if she would have been good enough, maybe she might have gotten a job as some man's private secretary, and private secretaries earned terrific money. Oh Hell! She had come this far. Might as well see it through. After all, being a building inspector might turn out to be interesting work.
She continued trying to think about anything and everything in the hope of getting her mind off the fact that the penis rummaging in and out of her vagina hurt her. But as time passed, the pain slowly began diminishing, and she subconsciously became acutely aware of it. She was successfully blocking out the pained ravishment she was undergoing, her mind accepting only the enjoyable part of it all. He had been slamming wildly into her for awhile, but suddenly he changed his tactics. Instead of hitting her cunt all the harder with his long cock, he slowed down, and though he continued pushing the organ all the way inside her in a teasingly slow rhythm, churning and flexing the full length of his rocklike fleshy piston in the tightly narrow depths of her wetly clinging vagina.
"AAAANNNNHHHH!" she gasped, suddenly realizing how thrilled she had become by it.
"DON'T STOP . . . DON'T STOP . . . KEEP GOING . . . MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE," Carl smiled. He had her. He had her as he had all the other women.
Excited by the lovely brunette's growing inner arousal, the department head began fucking his swollen cock more and more intensely in and out of the tightly clasping burrow that was the woman's soaked and dribbling cunt. Inwardly her pussy throbbed and now welcomed his driving cock into her. Once again Carl Pastrada had a wonderfully outrageous feeling of power, of absolute total masculinity.
Using longer, harder, violently driving lunges, the man began buffeting his hairy thighs solidly against the rounded white cheeks of Eden's grinding buttocks. The spearlike length of his penis continually disappeared every time into the tightly sucking pink depths of the beautiful, slavishly kneeling brunette who was now hungrily, gratefully accepting it into her body.
"OHHHHH . . . SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! WHAT A CUNT YOU HAVE!" Carl gasped out loud. "I've never felt a cunt this tight in my life. No wonder they call you Eden. Fucking you is like sticking my dick into the Garden of Eden," he gasped, his thick, heavy fingers gripping all the more solidly around her nakedly straining white thighs. They were beautiful thighs! Carl had to admit as much. Everything about this bitch was beautiful, and she was going to be at his beck and call each and every time he wanted to fuck her.
Carl was aware of his impossibly stiff and throbbing cock growing tighter and stiffer with each violently brutal thrust, and low grunts of delighted pleasure continued emanating from the depths of his panting throat. Here was a chick who was really with it, all right. He'd had her pegged right from the start. Fucking was a way of life with her, though she hadn't wanted to admit it. Well he had dredged it out of her, fucking her, letting her know she was his, and he was going to continue fucking and enjoying her, among the other women who worked for him, as long as he was able.
Kneeling in front of the man she thought of as mentally sick, the lovely Eden struggled inwardly, helpless against her passion and the almost overwhelming feeling of horror and shame that was being overcome by her lust. As far as she was concerned, she was unable to remember when she felt a man plunging so deeply into her, and now she was unable to control the rampant desire running wildly through her shuddering body.
Carl pressed slowly outward with his digging thumbs, using them to tantalizingly stretch the softly undulating, alabaster moons of the lovely brunette's firmly tender asscheeks. He tugged them wider and wider apart, watching the pink, wet folds of her unresisting, black hair-trimmed cunt as they clung all the more tightly around the full length of his rampaging cock. He knew he had never fucked a woman this deeply before, and somehow he reveled in the fact. It was a milestone in his sexual life, and as far as he was concerned, it meant his relationship with her was going to be a bit closer than he had originally expected, which was to say, considerably closer than Eden wanted it. He was figuring maybe she would relax after this. Most of the women he had fucked had, after the initial coupling, come back for more of their own free will. Carl wasn't kidding himself. He knew they were doing it to stay in his good graces, which suited him fine. Some, like his secretary, practically hurled themselves at him in order to keep him happy. However, his unerring instincts told him this one was going to be different. Nevertheless, she was his.
Grinning triumphantly to himself, the man began levering his pelvis forward, now lifting himself up a little in order to allow the full length of his solid, driving shaft of flesh, muscle, and blood to sink deeper and deeper until it pushed that last little remaining fraction of an inch into her tightly clamping vaginal sheath. He was aware of his overstimulated penile tip reaching all the way in to the back wall of her suckingly accepting cunt.
Then, grinding his rotating hips tightly against the roundness of her smoothly quivering gluteal flesh, he began carefully rotating the thickly probing head around and around and around deep inside. This widened the narrow cuntal passageway even more as he stroked back and forth. That was when he felt her lose the last little bit of control over herself, and he knew there would be no question of her refusing him when he summoned her in the future.
She tightly squeezed the petallike lips of her heatedly clenching vagina elastically around the throbbing base of his heavily tingling cock. This caused all kinds of thrillingly sensational little pinpricks of lascivious delight to shatter through his heavily sperm-laden testicles. Pulsating with unbelievable and uncontrollable pressure as his lustfully throbbing penis made itself "at home" in the snug wetness of Eden's sucking cunt, his balls jumped wildly in their scrotal container.
Eden opened and closed her eyes, letting them flutter. Her mind was lost in a daze of sudden, all-consuming passion at this point. Now completely unmindful of the terribly lewd, servile position he had forced her into, she spread her eagerly welcom- ing thighs still wider apart, gripping the back of the sofa with her left hand to keep one knee from falling off the edge. The excited young brunette was aware of her heavy breasts pressing solidly against the rumpled blanket beneath her. She was aware of her hardened nipples, elongated and erect as she was buffeted forward again and again on the blanket, the thrusting cock pushing into the tightness of her flaming vagina without letup. The smooth, rubbery head of his phallic organ continued grating teasingly against the back wall of her tender cunt while its thickness massaged all her inner walls at once, creating a mindless, rising joy within her that she never wanted to stop. Nothing really mattered at this moment other than the incredibly delightful sensation of wildly ecstatic pleasure coursing through her nakedly responding and aroused body. Never did she dream she would respond in such a strong manner to what Carl was doing to her. Her feelings for the man hadn't changed, but what he was doing was something she was unable to deny.
Eden realized this was enjoyable for a number of reasons. Aside from the thickness and the length of the man's insistent penis, this position which she had originally not wanted, was so different for her that it was making her feel as if this were her first time in a sexual involvement. Though she hated the man, she did enjoy his having control over her physical self for the moment. With him doing almost all the work and issuing all the instructions, she didn't have to think about what to do, and as a result her mind was free to enjoy all this. What she was feeling now was building so high, she knew her orgasm was there. It was a thrilling, welcome release ... a release that made her realize how overpowering and how swift the orgasm was that inundated her crazily convulsing vagina with a lust-enveloping flame.
"I'M THERRRRRE . . . OHHHHHH . . . HHHHUUUUNNNHHHH . . . IIII'MMMMM THERRRRRRRE . . . AAAANNNNGGG-HHHHHH . . . UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGG-GHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!"she cried out, lifting her head so the tendons on the sides and front of her neck stood out taut and tight. Behind her, Carl Pastrada tightly gritted his teeth together, and then let his body drop heavily onto her back, pressing down hard on her, causing her knees to give way under her so she was mashed flat on the sofa. He still held her desperately, though, grinding her loins back and forth at a high angle to his still thrusting cock. Like a madman, he continually plunged into her vibrantly waiting pussy, making the woman cry aloud again at his force.
"THATTA GIRL! THATTA GIRL!" Carl gasped.
The huge, fleshy hardness of his speeding penis moved ever upward as his sperm-filled testicles smacked heavily into the sodden wetness of her widespread hair-lined vagina. Together, they nakedly ground against one another, his powering penis driving itself into her, letting itself be swallowed up, totally devoured by the thrillingly tight confines of her vagina. Her vaginal walls were clasping him, milking his cock, pulling on it, and fire rolled through him as his own orgasm overwhelmed him.
"YYYEEEEAAAGGGHHH . . . HHHNN-NGGGHHH . . . THATTAWAY . . . OHHHHHH . . . YYYYEEEAAAAGGGH-HH . . . HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH!', he bellowed, firing his wet juices into her again and again.
He lay on top of her for a long while afterward, then he got up and dressed himself, leaving her to clean herself and dress. He smiled because he knew he had won again.
CHAPTER FOUR
"So you're initiated now," Jo Ann said to Eden as the latter, with her clothing on and her hair straightened, finally left the inner sanctum of Carl Pastrada.
"Initiated?" she asked.
"He has hired you, hasn't he?" Jo Ann asked.
"Yes," Eden nodded. "I start Monday. He's already given me a map and he's shown me which buildings I'm supposed to inspect."
"Then he's laid you good and proper," Jo Ann nodded. "He does that with all the women who work for him."
"You, too?" Eden asked.
"I get it more than all the others put together," Jo Ann replied, "basically because I'm always here."
"That's awful," Eden gasped. "Not really," the secretary answered. "There's nothing kind about him, but he does manage to make me feel good physically."
"I know what you mean," Eden nodded. "He made me feel good, but what he really did was whet my appetite, and now, when I'm in the mood for more, he's out of energy."
"Well hell, you'll get more than your share of eligible males when you start on the job. Watch yourself around those construction crews. They'd as soon gang bang you as not."'Construction men, huh.'"Those are the buildings you'll be inspecting most, the ones that are first going up. Some of those hard hats are real machos. You might take a liking to them."
"I might," Eden nodded. Taking her assignment with her, Eden left the office and went to the nearest leather goods store where she purchased an attache case. She put the papers she was carrying inside, smiling to herself. She knew for a fact that the first four assignments she had, the coming Monday, were construction sites. What was even more interesting was the fact that all of it was being done by the same construction company because all four units were owned by the same corporation.
Then there were three other buildings she would have to examine in the afternoon. These last three were in the business district of Paseo County. They were high rise factories more than anything else, and required an annual check out. A note attached to her assignment let Eden know that previous building inspectors had always come back giving these three buildings a clean bill, but the previous inspectors had been among those who had been fired for being on the take.
The money she would be making would be more than enough for Eden. She had no intention of jeopardizing her job for a bribe. For once, these factories and office buildings were going to get a thorough going over, and if she found violations, she would note them very carefully, giving the owners the prescribed amount of time to take care of them. But she would report everything back to her assigned overseer.
Eden felt good, but she also felt more aroused than ever. The orgasm Carl had given her was only a beginning as far as she was concerned. Luckily, she had dates for both tonight and tomorrow night, and she was going to ball it up royally with both men. Her body was aching for it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jerry Eller separated himself from the body of his wife, Amara. Amara was from Hawaii, where he had gone on his vacation a month earlier. They had met, fallen in love, and had married Then Jerry had brought his new wife back to the mainland with him.
Jerry was tall, with dirty blond hair, a long nose, glistening brown eyes, and a macho-looking smile. His body, because of all the construction work he did, was solid, more solid than the concrete he used. He would have been a prize catch for any woman, but Jerry had remained a bachelor until he was thirty-eight, when he had met Amara.
It had been love at first sight the moment he had seen the beautiful, dark-skinned Polynesian woman. She had round, rosy cheeks, short, black hair, lovely wide, almost black eyes, a cute little nose, and a heartshaped pucker for a mouth. From the neck down she was stunning, and what had drawn Jerry to her initially had been the way she had done a hula at a luau the two of them had attended. She had firm, rounded breasts, and wide, very wide hips, with a narrow waist in between.
Unfortunately, Amara, who had been a virgin when Jerry had met her, had not been instructed by her mother in the arts of sex as most Hawaiian women seemed to be. She came to her marriage bed knowing nothing, experienced excruciating pain the first night, and was so frightened afterwards that she was incapable of attaining satisfaction.
Now, as she lay totally naked beside Jerry on the bed in their $600 a month Dallas apartment, a rush of cold air swept across the lovely woman, "Is there something wrong?" she asked, as he stared.
"I want to make things good for you, honey," Jerry told her. "Let me look at that lovely body of yours for awhile."
Amara wondered if her husband was a little crazy. Many times, both before and after they had engaged in sexual congress, Jerry made her lie there so he was able to look at her. Look at her he did, sometimes for more than an hour. He never seemed to get enough of her fantastic body. He only wished he was able to bring her satisfaction, but he found it more and more difficult to do.
Their previous attempt at lovemaking, only two days earlier, had been a complete failure for both of them. Unable to make Amara climax, Jerry had lost his own erection without climaxing. As a result, the lovely Polynesian woman had been alarmed to hear her husband muttering violent phrases at the time, though they were aimed at himself rather than her. Now she felt a shiver of fear through her, and hoped that Jerry would do nothing foolish. She didn't want him endangering himself. She knew that sooner or later she would learn to respond to his caresses. It would take time, that was all.
As far as she was concerned, their sex lives would straighten out because the two of them loved each other. The one thing that did interfere with their lovemaking. was Jerry's always having to go to work early and come home late. But he was the owner of the Eller Construction Company, and if he wasn't on top of the men at all times, they tended to slacken and goof off. Sometimes, he was so preoccupied with his work, Amara wanted to beg off making love, but Jerry would insist on it, certain he would eventually be able to make her climax.
Every detail of her delightfully sensuous nakedness was bared to Jerry's gaze. He stared at the way her short, ebony hair fanned out on the pillow behind her head, then let his eyes run across her lush torso to the matching midnight of her wispy pubic curls. They hardly hid the tenderly quivering slit of her already moistened vagina as it nestled between the tan of her slender thighs.
Amara felt ill-at-ease when her husband inspected her, looking at her nakedness as he was doing at this moment. For some unknown reason a current of guilt began charging through her as if she were some kind of wanton tramp for wanting to make love to her own husband. This business of his staring at her was getting on her nerves. She didn't know if she would be able to take much more of it.
Impulsively, she wrapped long, slender arms around her tall, silent husband's neck, pulling him down toward her, feeling her nakedly soft body mold itself to his, enjoying the hard tenseness of him even if she was, for now, incapable of reaching the summit he wanted her to attain. The swollen rod of his thick penis, and it was a very thick penis, pressed against her belly, and its warmth and stiffness told her what she wanted to know ... that in spite of everything, he still loved her and still wanted her. Perhaps he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. For in spite of being unable to achieve what he called an orgasm, she still wanted him to enter her, knowing one day she would inwardly relax and attain that peak he was attempting to make her reach.
"OHHHH . . . DARLING . . .MY, LOVE," she sighed, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow. "You do love me still, don't you?"
Yes, Jerry still loved her, but at the moment he was so afraid of losing his erection that his one thought was to bury his hard cock inside her. It had been more than four days since his penis had stayed hard long enough for him to feel the wonderful silken pressure of her sucking cunt, so soft, so wet, so delightful around his throbbing organ. His work had drained so much out of him recently, he had found it more and more difficult to perform his husbandly duties. That, added to the fact that he was unable to make Amara climax, was bothering him to the point where his mind was aching, and he was finding it all but impossible to retain his erection for any length of time. What bothered him even more was the fact that in spite of the fact that he knew he loved his bride very dearly, his inability to make her achieve orgasm was making him react coldly to her when they were in bed. He loved her as a person, and he wanted her near him whenever he wasn't working, but there was something wrong in bed. He wasn't able to make her feel what he had initially felt when he was with her. As a result, instead of her slowly building an inner fire to match his, his own inner feelings were cooling down to match hers.
Then there was work. Things hadn't been going right at the four construction sites. He'd had to throw out three batches of concrete that had been improperly mixed. It was his boast that the Eller Construction Company used only the finest materials and did only the finest work. He didn't want to bring his work problems home with him, but this was ridiculous. Monday he was going to fire a half dozen different men and work short-handed until he was able to replace them. Hell! He would rather do all the work by himself at all four sites and make sure the work was done properly than keep incompetents working for him. Construction was a very competitive field, and if word got around that his company was anything less than top-rated, he would lose future business.
One other thing was bothering him. Prior to meeting Amara, Jerry had been a wild, carefree bachelor, convinced he wasn't marrying simply because he had never found the right girl. In order to compensate for not having the right girl, Jerry had enjoyed a multitude of different women, and the truth was, no two women were alike. Going to bed with a different woman each time seemed to stimulate him. Not that it took the place of the love he felt for Amara. But damn! If the woman was only able to respond. That was all he wanted. He seemed to make all those other women react. Either that, or because they were so used to sex, they had no difficulty in climaxing when he finally buried his cock in each of them.
It felt as if it had been a long time since his hands had grabbed the ripe, succulent mounds of his wife's breasts, and now he was grasping them very firmly. He began squeezing the delicately tender flesh between his fingers. Jerry was aware of her entire body writhing beneath him as if trying to please him, and as always, his impatience began getting the better of him. Foreplay was something he really wasn't into. Hell! It had never been necessary with those other chicks. He wanted to feel her wetly sucking warmth closing solidly around his aching cock.
"Gently, darling, gently," she softly whispered to him in her gasping .voice, but he ignored her plea, his mind totally lost in his own sensual desire. None of the other women he had been with had insisted he do things softly, so as far as he was concerned there was no reason why he ought to be soft with this one. His hands continued manipulating her milk white mounds roughly, pulling on them as if he actually wanted to tear them from her trembling body. All those other women liked to be handled roughly. He was used to rough women, women he was able to toss this way and that. Gentleness was something he had never known in sex. When he had been initiated into sex, it had been by an older woman, and the woman had loved being treated roughly. He had automatically assumed every woman liked to be fucked in a rough manner, and he had always fucked roughly. But his wife wasn't used to his roughness, and when she didn't react favorably to it, he inwardly felt a quiet anger toward her that sprang from some mysterious source deep inside him. It was an anger that had no business existing in the first place, and so he became even more angry, angry at himself for feeling the initial anger. What irritated him even more was, in spite of his wife's seeming lack of response in bed, and in spite of his inability to occasionally perform, he still lusted after her more than he had ever done after any-woman he had previously known.
Beneath him, Amara did her best to remain silent, knowing anything she said might quell the raging lust in him, and she feared that if her hus- band lost his physical desire for her, he would eventually lose his love for her. His hands were furiously kneading her breasts, hurting her, and she wished he would stop causing her pain.
Hoping to somehow or other entice him, still totally unknowing when it came to sex, she timidly began sliding her right hand down between their two straining bodies, reaching along the hairy side of his thigh. Discovering she was meeting no resistance, she allowed her fingers to timidly slide over to the throbbing shaft of his bulging, lust-stiffened penis. Amara was gratified to hear him gasp as she gripped the organ in her fingers, holding it with reverence, as if it were some long sought-after prize. This was the first time she had deigned to touch it with her hand, and it felt so much larger than when he pushed it into her.
"HEY, THAT'S IT!" Jerry whispered, encouraging her, and the obvious pleasure in her husband's voice told the lovely Polynesian woman that she had done something right. "THAT'S THE WAY, HONEY," he softly encouraged, feeling the way his wife's fingers gripped his throbbing cock with new determination.
His large hands slid down from her throbbingly sore breasts, all reddened with his finger marks. Now his fingers were moving lower, along the full, rounded contours of her torso, where her heavy breathing caused her narrow ribcage to continually expand and contract very rapidly. His fingers were enjoying the feel of her body as they slid further and further down, the two hands traveling together over the same symmetrical feminine shape as it continued trembling. Amara lay beneath him, not really feeling any of the arousal he wanted her to feel, but certain she would at least be able to see her husband's satisfaction this time.
His middle finger found the soft tendril of dark curls, so sparse in spite of their dark color, that puffed upward from between the tan pillars of her trembling thighs. Slowly, carefully, he inserted the digit, sliding it between the moist folds of shuddering flesh, letting it sink into the furthest depths of her tenderly sucking cleft. It felt good to have her hot cunt tugging tightly around his finger, and he hoped he was making her feel good as well. But he also knew that, in spite of her being somewhat moist inside, she wasn't soaking wet as all those other women had been.
"Like it?" he asked, hopefully. "Do you like it, honey?"
"Oh . . . uh . . .yes," she lied, thinking that if he believed she liked it he would stop worrying. "It feels good."
She shifted her hips a little, pushing her entire, torso down on the bed a little, hoping the stiff entry of her husband's continually probing finger would finally be able to make her feel something of which he had wanted her to feel. Perhaps if the finger probed a bit deeper into her, pushing into the smooth, sensitive pink folds of her tender vaginal flesh, she might feel something. The lovely dark-skinned woman was already aware of her husband's breath, hot and insistent on her throat as she held onto him. Her arms tightly wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him closer, hoping his constant fingering would finally produce some kind of result.
Jerry was already rubbing his body firmly against that of his wife, the heavy cock she had only recently held in her palm now rubbing almost savagely into her trembling belly, pushing up against her nakedness and pressing solidly into her, as if trying to find a new way to enter her body other than her vagina. Between their heated bodies, his fingers roughly sought, and finally found the little bead of her clitoris, and he began manipulating it with almost sandpaper roughness. "UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" she cried out, but from pain, not from pleasure, and Jerry knew it.
Amara's legs flayed out obscenely as she attempted to give her husand's hand more room, hoping that if she did so, he would be more gentle in his manipulation. His rubbing, jerking hand made her body squirm and writhe with torment, and she began bumping her hips against his loins in an uncontrollable rhythm, as if each lifting of her body would help her to escape the pain he was causing her.
The smooth, flat plane of Amara's belly was quivering with dread as her husband's lewdly searching middle finger roughly exposed the burning wet slit of her eagerly exploited vagina. She shuddered, panting from fear now, her ribcage rising and falling against his own heaving chest, her extended nipples becoming like hardened little diamond chips against his side.
Unsure of her reactions, not certain whether she was in pain or enjoying what he was doing to her, Jerry forced a second finger against the first, sliding it into the warm, tight, moistly resisting opening ... an opening that had yet to become soggi-ly wet. He pushed the two fingers into her sparsely hair-lined pussy, going deeper and deeper, sensing the way her vulva seemingly expanded as he pushed against it in an attempt to widen it.
"HAAAAANNNNHHHHP' she gasped in pain, trying to pull her body back, but slamming it against he mattress, and as a result, bouncing back up to meet his driving fingers.
Jerry didn't know if her cries were from torment or enjoyment, and he closed his mind to them, not wanting to hear them if they were from pain. As far as he was concerned, the writhing of her naked body meant she was ready.
Jerry was no longer able to restrain himself. As far as he was concerned, there had been more than enough foreplay. The woman was really driving him out of his mind as he felt his inner lust for her building to new heights. His swollen cock was good and stiff, this time. There was no chance it would shrink. He was going to fuck his wife long and strong, determined to keep his prick buried inside her until she finally came. If he didn't get the organ buried inside her in a hurry, he was sure it would burst wide open.
Desire made his cock continue to throb almost painfully, causing a continual seepage of colorless fluid to ooze from the little slit in the tip. His purple penile head was glistening with oily moisture, smearing colorless lines along his wife's dark skin wherever it touched her.
Jerry changed his position, kneeling between his lovely wife's widely spread thighs, and without removing his steadily fucking fingers from the tight depths of her sucking cunt, gripped his throbbing length of cock with his other hand. Jerking the organ up and down repeatedly to make sure it remained as stiff as possible, he noticed the way the shiny rubbery tip of his penis gleamed, looking like a taut drum of flesh that was unable to wait until it slipped high inside his wife's burningly tantalizing cunt. Hell! If she was unable to get any wetter, then so be it. As far as he was concerned, this was as wet as she would ever be able to get.
Her painful movements, her up-and-down writhings, convinced him she was feeling pleasure, and he thought to himself she was moving pretty good and really needed his stiff cock.
Jerry once knew another girl named Ellie, and Ellie was a first-class lay who would never admit she needed a cock. As a result, on his first few dates with Ellie not wanting to offend the girl, Jerry hadn't attempted to physically approach her. But when she had started taunting him on one date, telling him he was really no different from all the other men she had known, and that sooner or later he would take advantage of her, he had been ready to walk out. That was when she had dared him to attack her. Though Jerry was not one for subtlety, he didn't have to be hit over the head, either. Ellie had been taunting him in the hope of making him rape her. She apparently had some hangup concerning sexual willingness, yet she made it apparent that she wanted to get laid.
Against his better instincts, Jerry had finally accommodated her, fucking her solidly, in spite of her scratching, spitting, and biting him. When it was all over, she reaffirmed that what he had done was precisely what she had wanted by telling him she was willing to see him the following week ... if he wanted to take her out. That was all he had needed. She had so aroused and incensed him, before leaving her that night, he had violently fucked her again. She had fought him, tooth and nail, every inch of the way, but both of them had climaxed. He had taken her out the week after that, and the next week, and the next, and the next. Ultimately, Ellie had married some kind of sadist, and Jerry had never seen her again.
He wondered if, deep down, his wife might be the same way. Maybe the only way to make her enjoy sex was to treat her roughly, as he had treated Ellie. He thrilled to the idea of forcing the hot-blooded woman beneath him to fuck for him. The dull ache in his heavy, sperm-swollen testicles told him he had to sink his throbbing cock into the vibrant depths of Amara's cunt without another instant's delay. The mere thought that her narrow little coral pussy was waiting for his pulsating prick was almost enough to make him blow his load then and there. Hell! It was time!
He tugged his fingers from the depths of his wife's throbbing vagina, still aware of the fact that she was only lightly moist inside. Then he pressed the round hardness of thejiead of his swollen cock to her pliant, sparsely haired opening, determined to ram it in.
"UNH ... UNH ... UNH!" Amara gasped, jerking almost immediately by the rounded head of his rock-solid cock as it pushed against her helplessly tender vaginal opening.
"HERE WE GO, BABY!" he told her, and shoved.
"AAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH . . . JERRRRRRYYYYYYYY!" she shrieked as the entire quivering length of his cock moved inward, sinking deeper than ever into the sodden furrow of her dribbling silken vagina.
Jerry closed his ears to her gasps and shoved his cock even deeper. Slamming his narrow hips solidly forward, he was aware of her hungrily yearning vagina tightly squeezing against the full length of his rising penis as it all but tore through the resisting inner folds of soft tissue.
To Amara it was as if his cock had teeth and was cutting into her helpless flesh as he began moving back and forth in her body with a steady motion that made him grit his teeth and shut his eyes.
"OHHHHHYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" the man gasped. "THIS IS THE WAY!"
As far as Jerry was concerned, he had been correct in his estimate that his wife needed rough handling, and he continued pounding all the more violently into her, slamming his throbbing lance of bloodswollen flesh deeper and harder into her than ever before.
Amara was crying because of his pain, wondering why he was hurting her so much when all she really wanted to do was please him. His hands were hurting her as his fingertips dug into her flesh and pulled. She was overjoyed that he lacked nails, otherwise her skin would be shredded.
"PLEASE . . . JERRY . . . STOP ... DON'T . . . PLEASE . . . JERRY ..." she begged, wrapping her arms around his strong body in the vain hope of either stopping him or at least slowing him down. She raised her legs, unwittingly allowing his cock to enter her cunt even more deeply as she wrapped her thighs around his body and tightened them, thinking to make him-stop by putting pressure on his waist. Instead, all it did was tighten her vaginal muscles that much more around his cock, squeezing the organ, making him feel more thrilled than ever.
It was slow going in her sucking cunt, her narrow channel was so tight, but swiftly the delicate tissues accustomed themselves to the full, lust-hardened thickness of his throbbing cock, and her silken sheath, pained though it was, swallowed his enormous instrument as it always did, right to the deepest part of her interior. The head of his cock rebounded off the back wall of her cunt again and again, and the lovely girl thought she might faint from the pain her husband was causing her, filling her up so much inside.
Though she was feeling no pleasure from any of this, Amara somehow had the feeling something like this ought to be a lot of fun. She didn't know why, but she was certain that if her husband kept this up long enough, she would eventually be able to enjoy it immensely. Maybe, if he was able to control his orgasm long enough, maybe, just maybe she would learn to feel the kind of thrill he wanted her to feel. But she had to reassure him, or he might shrink before climaxing.
"I love you, Jerry," she whispered, heatedly. "I love you with all my heart."
The words slid easily out of her because she meant them. But the pain he was causing her made her groan, her mouth falling open, her pinkly wet tongue protruding just the littlest bit as she finally gave herself up entirely to the all-enveloping sensation of total completeness as far as Jerry was concerned. She was certain if she was able to keep on making him happy, sooner or later he would make her feel just as good.
He was still hurting her, and she felt a soreness inside her as he continued driving his organ into her with long, even thrusts, burying the thickly bulbous head of his pounding penis ever deeper into her cunt. He was beginning to thrust more violently again, beating against the tender resistance of her rear vaginal wall until she thought she was numb because she no longer felt pain. Then, through the numbness, she began feeling it. It was a sensation she had never known before, wonderfully enveloping, filling her with thrill after thrill, building rapidly, overpoweringly, and she was certain this time she would be able to gratify her husband by screeching out her own satisfaction when he was ready to yell his out. She felt the thrills building higher and higher in her shuddering body, and she knew if the end to all this was as good as the sensations leading to it, she would be able to make love with her husband all night.
She really needed it, needed it a lot! She'd had no idea how much her body had been craving this sensation, and now that she was first aware of it, she hurled herself all the more solidly against his throbbing organ. There was still an ache deep down inside her, but it was a bearable ache, and the other feelings inundating her were beginning to overpower it.
He was deep ... very deep inside the heatedly throbbing depths of her wildly contracting vagina. She felt as if he was staking her to the bed. Nevertheless, for the first time she was able to enjoy this submissive position, especially since she realized she loved this man all the more.
Coal black, twining curls of her soft vaginal hairs began twisting and tangling themselves around the base of her husband's upthrusting penis. He continued pounding into her for what seemed like a long time, making the sensations inside her build higher and higher, feeling a new response in her. It was one he knew for sure was a feeling of pleasure rather than pain. He was getting to her. At last, he was transforming his young Polynesian wife into a woman, the kind of woman he had always imagined her to be. Until now, he had begun thinking Amara would never respond to him, and that the sensuous female he had imagined her to be existed solely in his imagination. But he was discovering she was every bit as real as he had hoped. All he had to do was make her achieve orgasm, and they would be over the one hurdle in their way. He made a mental note to do this more often. Hell! His withholding himself from his wife , was what was leading to what he thought of as her frigidity. If he came home from work a little earlier and fucked her a little more often, maybe, just maybe it would do the trick, and she would start popping climaxes the way some of the other women he had known had done.
Now, at last, he was able to let himself go entirely, pounding harder and harder. He slammed his cock into her sucking depths, aware for the first time how much wetter she was inside.
Amara was enjoying it in spite of the discomfort caused by too much friction in certain areas. In again, out again, in again, out again, she responded to his drives by digging her heels into the mattress and lifting her body, determined to reach that summit toward which he was driving her.
But Jerry, totally uncontrolled, now turned his body loose, and sensations in his balls took total control of him. He was unable to hold back, and with his head thrown back, he bellowed, "YYYY-EEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUU-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!" as he fired his seed into his wife's sucking channel.
"Oh no!" Amara wept, feeling his penis suddenly wilt, leaving her in a state of arousal, completely unsatisfied. "Jerry, do something for me," she begged, as he pulled out, but her husband, exhausted from work, and drained by his orgasm, simply flopped next to her on the bed and passed out, while Amara lay there, totally discomfited, first beginning to know the meaning of frustration. Somehow, in some way, she had to make him
CHAPTER SIX
When he went to work the following Monday morning, Jerry Eller was well aware he had failed with his wife again, and it began gnawing at him. Damn! He had to leave his domestic problems at home, just as he had to learn not to bring his work problems into the apartment. But goddammit! How the hell was he going to make the woman achieve some kind of satisfaction? Not being able to make her climax caused Jerry to think of himself as something less than a man. He understood she needed to cum, too.
He was surprised at his first construction site by a pleasant-looking brunette who showed him her credentials. She was a building inspector, which was just what he needed on top of everything else.
Eden had not enjoyed her weekend. Neither of her dates had proven satisfactory, and as a result she hadn't slept with either of them. But the heat begun in her cunt by the probing cock of Carl Pastrada persisted, and she knew if she didn't find something to quench the fires in her in a hurry, that she might not get through the working day.
Right now she was wearing a dark green skirt with the see-through white blouse that let the world know she wore a half-bra that pushed her already full breasts higher, making them look even more voluptuous.
The moment she saw Jerry Eller, she was determined to have the man. In the morning, he smelled nice and clean, and he had the kind of rugged build she liked on a man. Too, he had a jovial manner about him which he used to hide the misery he was inwardly feeling at that moment.
Eden examined the buildings he was putting up, one after the other, and it didn't take long for her to determine he was very methodical and careful about the workmanship of his people. While she was there, he fired no less than four different men with whom he felt displeased, while overseeing the pouring of some concrete and checking on the quality of the girders being used in one of the buildings in a more advanced state of construction. Without realizing it, Jerry showed Eden some of the things she should be looking for when inspect- ing a building under construction, and she made careful notes. There was always more to learn.
The inspection of the four buildings went so quickly, it was ten-thirty by the time she was finished. She didn't have to be at the factories and office buildings until one o'clock. It was at that moment that she noted the far-away look in Jerry's eye and saw he was preoccupied with something.
"What's bugging you?" she asked.
"Hunh?" he wanted to know, looking at her.
"You weren't listening to me these last few minutes when I was complimenting you and telling you what an excellent job of construction you're doing. Now suppose you tell me what's on your mind."
"Oh . . . uhhhhhh . . .it's something personal. I'd rather not discuss it, if you don't mind."
"I think you'll feel better if you do discuss it. I know most men try to keep their working and domestic lives apart, but it's not something easily done. Look, let's go get some coffee, and you get it off your chest. Since I'm a complete stranger, you'll feel a lot better telling it to me than to someone you know. I mean, after today, except for my possibly visiting you at another work site, the chances are we'll never see each other again."
"Like I said, it's very personal, and I don't like talking about it out in the open. If there were a private place ..."
"There is," Eden assured him. "I live only ten minutes away from here. We can go to my apartment, have coffee, you can talk, and if I can help you straighten out your problem, then I won't have to worry about handing in a good report only to have you louse me up because of 'something personal' on your mind."
Jerry looked at her and figured it didn't pay to argue with a building inspector. Shrugging, he said, "All right."
The two of them got into her car and she drove directly to her apartment house. There, they went inside and took the elevator up to the fifth floor, where Eden had her small three-room apartment. It had a hallway running down the middle of it, with a kitchen directly to the right of the door as one walked into the apartment, the bedroom further down the corridor, on the right, and the living room on the left. The bathroom was straight ahead at the end of the corridor.
Eden made some instant coffee and the two of them sat at her small kitchen table and she waited while Jerry talked. For awhile, he skirted the subject, then he finally admitted what his problem was, telling her of his inability to satisfy his wife.
"What you need are lessons in how to make a woman happy," Eden told him, clearning away the coffee cups and saucers.
"Hey, I made a lotta women happy before I got married," Jerry snapped, defensively.
"But the fact remains," Eden pointed out, "that the one woman you want to make happy, you have been unable to please. Tell me," she asked, boldly, "have you ever kissed your wife between her thighs?"
"Oh! You mean pussylapping? Hell no! that's disgusting!"
"Did you ever try it?" Eden asked.
"Nah! Feels like liver, but I've found some pussies that smell terrible. I wouldn't want to eat them."
"But suppose a vagina was clean. I'm sure, for instance, you would be able to teach your wife to keep her vagina nice and clean. Wouldn't you lick her down there if you knew it would be the thing she needed to make her happy?"
"I dunno," Jerry shrugged. "It's not something a guy just goes ahead and does to a woman like Amara, especially if both of us don't know the first thing about it."
"Well then," Eden told him. "What you need is a little experience."
"What are you hinting at?" Jerry asked.
"Why not practice on me now? Then you can go home and try it on your wife tonight."
"Nah, I don't think so," Jerry insisted.
"Try it, Jerry," she said, using his first name for the first time. "If you don't like it, you can always stop."
"Welllll . . ."
"Look, I'm going into the bathroom to wash up and make sure I'm extra clean down there. You go and make yourself a drink in the living room. If you're able to eat my pussy the right way, you might get a nice surprise.
"Surprise?" he asked.
"Go, make two drinks. I'll have anything you make for yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Eden went into the bathroom and hurriedly stripped, washed herself between her thighs, then, while Jerry was busy making the drinks in the living room, she nakedly ran into the bedroom.
Jerry heard her padding through the hallway into her bedroom and wondered just what it was she had in mind. He felt kind of funny being in a strange woman's apartment in the middle of the morning, getting ready to eat her pussy, of all things.
"Strip down!" he heard her call out from the bedroom.
Strip down! Hell! If he had any common sense, he would beat it the hell out of there. Aw shit! If he did, he would just go through the same thing with Amara again and again. What the hell, maybe she had some kind of idea.
He heard her pad from the bedroom to the kitchen, and when she finally walked into the living room, she was totally naked. Hell! She had one fantastic body. Those big tits, jiggling, yet standing up so nicely. Just looking at her was getting him hot and bothered already. Maybe he'd give it a try.
"Hey, you were supposed to get undressed," she said to him, walking over to the little bar in the far corner near the window, where he had made two drinks, both Scotch and water. She pulled the window shade down, then turned to face him, saying, "Remember, I have a surprise for you. But first, shuck those clothes."
Shrugging, he decided, since he was here already, he'd give it a try. So he hurriedly skinned out of his work clothes, and when he was totally naked, he noticed the way she looked him over, much the way he had looked at her.
"You're all right, Jerry," she said to him.
"You're all right." "What kind of a surprise do you have for me?" he asked.
"All in good time," she told him, sipping her drink. Then she put it down on the bar and walked over to him.
"You smell good," he murmured, aroused in spite of himself, feeling his penis starting to grow.
"I taste even better," she whispered, twining her arms around his neck.
"I'll just bet," he nodded.
"You'll have to start tasting me sometime," she said, smiling.
"Mmmrnm . . . hmmmm!" he nodded, as she offered her lips to him, and the two of them kissed. It was a nice kiss. Jerry liked it. He felt a little twinge of guilt because of his wife, but he rationalized, that he was doing this for her. He kissed her again, then asked, "Is this the surprise?"
"No," she laughed. "When the time comes, you'll look for it, and if you look carefully enough, you'll find it."
Leaning over, Jerry took his glass from the bar and took a long, healthy swallow from it. He was going to need a little Scotch fortification for what was coming up, because he had to admit, this woman was totally different from any other woman he had ever nakedly enjoyed. No, she wasn't the kind with whom he might fall in love, but she was certainly the kind of female he liked a lot, a helluva lot.
Eden picked up her drink, and the two of them walked over to the sofa, against the left wall. It was a blue velvet sofa, and they sat on it, nakedly twisting toward one another, then, with mutual consent, he placed his glass on the coffee table while she put hers on the end tafale behind her. Jerry, unable to control himself, leaned forward and enfolded the white-skinned, large-breasted female building inspector in his arms, holding her close, his lips once again pressing on hers, their tongues hungrily seeking, delving, examining one another's mouths. The thrillingly magic contact of her full, rounded breasts on his almost hairless chest, her brown nipples hardening, already probing forward like two little brown spikes against his own chest, burning him with their thrilling heat, continued generating ever-building sexual arousal in the man. Again and again he felt a keening delight building in his loins. There was the strangest thrill of his scrotum tightening while his testicles swelled, while stiffness continued starching his penis, making it rampantly harder than it had been in a long time. This time there was no thought of his ever losing his erection. He knew damn well before he was finished with this woman, whether he sucked her pussy or not, he was going to fuck her. From the look of her, whether he came quickly or slowly, she was the kind of woman who would be right there with him.
Instinctively, he knew she wasn't the kind of woman one fucked wildly, rampantly as he had fucked all those other women, including his wife. This was the kind of dame who appreciated a long, slow, drawn out fuck, and even though he didn't have that much time to spare, he was going to make time and fuck the hell out of her.
Once again he felt a sense of guilt invade him, but it faded away not so much because of any rationalizations, but simply because his desire for this particular female suddenly became so overwhelming, nothing in the world was going to stop him from taking her. Hell! She had initiated all this, inviting him to her apartment, stripping down, insisting he undress. The more he thought about it, he wondered just why she was doing all this. She was being too good to him, and he wasn't able to accept the simple fact that she found him attractive reason enough for doing what she was doing. Still, he was going to fuck her, and somehow he knew he wasn't going to disappoint this female.
His hand moved over the swell of her rounded hip, feeling the silkiness of her smooth, white flesh beneath the flat of his running hand. She shifted her body accommodatingly, opening her thighs and permitting him access between them as his entire hand drifted down there. He flattened his entire palm solidly against her slightly squirming pubic mound, and he was surprised to feel the way her labia swelled, almost to the point of bursting open, but not quite. No, her pouting cuntlips remained together, but he had never felt a pussy so convex. He ran two fingers between her tantalizing inner labia and moved them straight up to the top where, nestled at the apex, was her throbbing little clitoris. He rubbed it again and again, the alcohol in his system mellowing him to where his strokes were far more gentle than the way he had caressed his wife's vagina.
The flaming warmth of her tantalizing cunt was transmitted to his hand as he stroked the erected bud that was her clitoral stem. He rubbed it softly, tenderly, gently, and he began moaning deep in her throat, asking, "Do you do this with your wife?"
"Yeah!" he nodded, not even realizing there was a difference in the way he was stroking this vagina.
"That feels good," she told him. "But the time has come for you to do it to me with your tongue. I want to feel you kissing and sucking my cunt with that mouth of yours. If you can do it with me, you'll have no trouble doing it with your wife."
She eased herself from his almost smothering clutch, then tautingly leaned back against the padded bolster of the sofa, stretching her body out again, parting her thighs. Her white, rounded asscheeks pushed down into the firmly supporting sofa cushion. There was a space between her spine and the sofa cushion beneath it, because her head was resting on the padded arm of the sofa. Her slender legs were widely splayed apart, and she motioned with her hand, beckoning him to slide his body between them. He was on his knees now, moving between her ankles, and then for some reason Jerry lifted her calves and placed them on his shoulders, not knowing why. What he did know was that he intended burrowing his face into her cunt, even though he had never done it with any other female before, including his wife. Her labia were already soaking wet, and some of it was seeping down between her ass cheeks. He reached down with a finger and scooped the oil up with his finger and carried it to his lips. His tongue licked out curiously, as he realized her oil was, for the most part, tasteless.
His hands reached out and clutched her soft waist, and then his palms slid under her buttocks to support them. He was ready to insert his thumbs between her labia and pull them apart when she said, "No! Not like that, not yet. You'll spoil your surprise if you open my vagina too wide, right now. Right now, I just want you to get used to licking the exterior of the inner lips, as well as the clitoris. Believe me, you'll like it better this way."
Jerry was puzzled, but he finally nodded, saying to her, "All right, I suppose you know what you want ... I guess."
"Yes," she nodded. "I want to feel that tongue of yours licking the outside of my cunt . . . for a little while."
Jerry shrugged, inhaling the rich, musky scent of her. He thought he would be turned off by it, but he wasn't. The aroma of her vaginal interior seemed to arouse him that much more. He wondered why, with all the different women he had fucked, some of whom had sucked his cock, he had never considered going down on them. It would have been interesting, at the very least. Maybe she was right. Maybe this was something that would really arouse his wife. In fact, he might even be able to make her climax this way, and then she would be only too glad to let him pump his cock into her tight pussy. But the truth of the matter was, until Eden had suggested it today, Jerry had never even thought about pussy licking.
Trembling with thrilled excitement, suddenly feeling the urge to do this which he had rejected doing for so long, he dipped his head toward her loins. The thin circle of sparse hairs made the whiteness of her thighs stand out all the more starkly, which in turn seemingly added to the rich luster of her inner, pink lips. His tongue reached out, and for the first time in his life, Jerry Eller let it touch a woman's cunt. He was timid about it at first, tasting her, then letting the taste roll around in his mouth. Her cunt was sweet.
For some reason it tasted like a confection. Ummmm! She was good, really good. His tongue began placing itself flatly against the pink slash and rubbing all the more boldly, feeling the clitoris enlarge by itself and extend to meet his oral organ. Hell! This was good, really good. He'd had no idea pussy eating was this terrific. Had he known, he would have dove into his wife's muff on their wedding night.
He was aware of her swollen clitoris throbbing against his tongue. It was slowly rising, and through the dampness of her seepage, he was vibrantly aware of the little extension, and he sucked on it willingly, enjoyably. Out of curiosity, he pulled back and looked at it. It was the first time he had ever looked at a clitoris this closely, and he was able to see that it was indeed a miniature phallus.
Bending his head down once again, he returned to licking, now letting his tongue wander up and down the full length of her slot. He started at the bottom, where the flavor was sweetest, then slowly let the tip of his tongue slide upward, pressing itself against her wildly throbbing clitoral bud.
Eden's tantalizing vagina began moving in a series of tiny, desperate circles, pressing itself against his open mouth. She started to gasp and pant, her breath beginning to come from that well-endowed chest in short, shuddering spurts. A deep, wallowing sound of pleasure now came seeping from between her partly closed lips. Then her hand suddenly reached out, grabbed Jerry by his short, dark blond hair, and as she tangled her fingers in it, she pulled, guiding him closer, thrilling to the way his tongue slavered all over her inner labia.
"AAAANNNNHHHH . . . ONNNHHH-HH . . . OOOOOOHHHHH . . . WWW-AAAAANNNNNHHHH . . . UUUUUNNNNN-HHHHH . . . THAT'S FABULOUS!" she gasped. "YOU'RE A NATURAL WHEN IT COMES TO SUCKING A PUSSY!"
Her vaginal flesh was soaking wet, covered with a mixture of her own emissions and his saliva. The fact that she was totally aroused was not lost on Jerry, and his turgid cock was bouncing up and down uncontrollably, all ready to bury itself in her cunt. Hell! He liked eating her pussy, but he wanted to fuck it, too.
"Hey!" he said to her. "I know you're getting a kick out of this, and so am I. You're right about my wanting to try it on my wife. But right now my cock is aching and I'd like to fuck you."
"Not quite yet," she told him. "I promised you a surprise, and a surprise you'll have. What I want you to do is use your thumbs now, and pull my pussylips apart. Then with the tip of your tongue, delve into my vaginal interior."
"Huh? You mean you want me to shove my tongue inside your cunt?"
"You've got it."
Shrugging, he nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll do it."
His hands ran up and down along the perfectly smooth, whitely-sculpted thighs of the lovely woman. He rubbed the softly rounded curves of her calves, then his hands moved back, sliding under her buttocks, lifting them a little so he didn't have to strain his neck. With his thumbs, he pulled her vaginal lips carefully apart, staring into the pink center of her sex. There, beyond the mixture of his saliva and her oils, he saw something white hidden behind the inner petals of her cunt. Her fleshy lips looked so much richer and filled with rose-colored hue against the whiteness inside. The whiteness was glistening, coated with her vaginal secretions.
"What? . ." he asked.
"They're miniature marshmallows," she told him. "I would have used the larger ones, but they wouldn't have fitted inside without my vagina being aroused and distended first. Do you like marshmallows?"
"I love 'em," Jerry admitted.
"Then suck them all out of me," she told him.
An involuntary groan escaped from the blond man as he once again buried his mouth in the deliciously pulsating flesh of her womanhood. No damn wonder she tasted so sweet down there. Marshmallows! His tongue began digging and probing into the pulsating flesh of her trembling feminity, lashing into the vibrance of her vaginal opening to taste her and the tiny marshmallow she had fitted into her. He used his tongue to scour her interior again and again, and with each movement of the oral organ, he was aware of the marsh-mallow moving a little, coming closer to the entrance. Then he drove his tongue as far into her as he was able with the marshmallow in the way, and somehow he managed to dredge the little white square out of her.
Success! He had the tiny bit of soft candy in his mouth and he swallowed it almost whole without a moment's hesitation, savoring the delightful pungent flavor her interior juices added to it. For the first time in his life Jerry Eller felt like a fool and a complete novice when it came to sex. Yeah, he was cheating on his wife, all right, and he wasn't the least bit sorry. He would use this new found knowledge on Amara, and he would teach his wife to learn to love sex. He had seen kinky things like this in the movies, but he had never thought he would be indulging in something like this in real life. Lifting his head, he looked at her, seeing she was looking down at him. When he smiled at her, she smiled back, asking, "Now was that a nice surprise, or wasn't it?"
"It was one heck of a surprise," Jerry admitted. "I never expected anything like this. I know you put the marshmallows in there to make pussy eating more palatable to me, but the truth is, your inner oils make your cunt taste better than the marshmallows, and add a flavor to them, as well."
"Then you won't mind sucking my cunt some more."
"Mind?" he asked. "Hell! I'll consider it a distinct pleasure, and you won't have to shove any more marshmallows up there to make me lap away."
"Well I'm sorry, but there already are more in there, and if you don't get them all out, they'll melt and dribble out."
"I've already pulled the first one out. How many more are there?"
"Four more," she told him.
Letting his face drop between her rounded, columnar thighs again, pressing his lips to her waiting, expectant vagina, he pushed his tongue as far into her as he was able, but he wasn't touching the second marshmallow. He swirled his tongue wildly around the inside her again and again, anxiously trying to dredge it out of her. Then Jerry heard Eden's voice saying, "Suck! Don't lick, suck! Use your lips to suck hard and pull the marshmallows out."
Jerry's mouth ovalled against the rich pinkness of her sodden vagina, his own lips puckered somewhat, as he plastered his teeth to the tenderly glistening coral passage leading to her center of womanly pleasure. Then he began sucking, pulling in his breath in huge gulps as Eden began using her vaginal muscles and pushing. Each time he exhaled and the wind was carried into her vagina, he felt the way she responded with tremors, quivering and rocking uncontrollably, as her mewls of delightful pleasure were changed to full-throated moans of sensual, sexual pleasure. Shee-ittt! This was the wildest thing he had ever done. He would have to try it with Amara sometime. He was willing to bet she would love it. At the same time he would teach her to suck his cock. Until now, he had been too afraid to even consider teaching her to do that. But if she saw him lapping her pussy conscientiously, she was the kind of woman who would want to reciprocate in kind. By not lapping her pussy he had really-been a selfish son of a bitch.
Abruptly, Jerry became aware of Eden's hands. He felt her slim fingers moving down on either side of his pursed and working mouth, and he realized she was tugging on her outer labia, pulling them even wider apart in the hope of making her interior tunnel a little wider so the tiny marshmallows would slide out a bit more easily. Her thighs, which had been pressing around his ears, parted widely so he was able to hear her when she said, "Push your pursed lips as far into my cunt as they'll go. Then suck hard . . . really hard, while I push. You'll get them all, you'll see."
That was precisely what Jerry Eller did. He puckered his lips and moved them as far forward into the soft, satiny flesh of her tender vaginal orifice, attempting as best he was able to thrust them as far into her as they were capable of reaching. Then he began wildly sucking with renewed vigor, while continual moans and gasps and squeals of sensate sexuality were continually emitted from the depths of the lovely building inspector's throat.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH . . . GGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGG-HHHHH . . . YESSSSSS . . . SUCK MEEEEEE . . . HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNHHHH . . . SUCK ME HARRRRD! THE NEXT ONE'LL COME OUT IF YOU JUST KEEP ON SUCKING .. . YOU'LL SEE."
That was when the half-melted, lumpy little form of the miniature marshmallow, buried all the way inside her narrow vagina, suddenly popped out and fell into Jerry's hungrily awaiting mouth. As he chewed on it he took his mouth from her vagina and smiled at her, success triumphantly splitting his face in a wide grin.
"Look, I'll make things a little easier for you," Eden told the construction engineer.
Pushing herself away from him, she got to her feet, still looking lovely and white, even with a sheen of perspiration all over her body. She was struck once again by her delicately fragile beauty, enhanced, he thought by the fact that in spite of her ebony hair, she had such ivory skin. Her flesh was a direct contrast to that of his wife, which made things easier for him. He didn't want to accidentally confuse his wife with Eden when making love to her.
Jerry got to his feet and walked around the end of the sofa, approaching her, his trobbing lance of lust-hardened cock waggling from side to side as he walked, making Eden smile a little. It was always good to know she affected a man this way. The time to worry was when she was no longer able to affect men.
Reaching down, she touched his lust-bloated phallic extension, and her hand touching him was like a high voltage shock of sexual excitement. The full length of his hard and throbbing penile organ began pulsating and twitching in the palm of her lovely hand, and more droplets of the clear, colorless fluid formed at the slit in the tip and then covered the purplish head.
"MMMMMMM!" she hummed. "In a little while I'll let you use this on me."
"Yeah honey, I'm gonna use it on you, and tonight I'm gonna use it on the wife, and thanks to you, I have a feeling the wife is gonna have one helluva climax."
"I certainly hope so," Eden nodded. "Otherwise, all this will have been in vain, won't it. Now let's get down to the business of getting these last marshmallows out of me. Lie down on the carpet, on your back."
He lay down, full length, and Eden moved to kneel over him upside down, her loins directly above his face, and, as she bent forward, her head was hovering directly over his penis. Jerry looked straight up and saw her moving into position and brought the third marshmallow down, its moistly coated whiteness peeping almost shyly from the rich, seething depths of her pulsing inner passageway. She lowered her fiery crotch to the man's hungering mouth. Jerry used his thumbs to once again spread the lips of her nether mouth apart, and then he clamped his own oral opening to her genital orifice, thrusting his tongue all the way inside her, moving it around while trying to suck at the same time. He withdrew his tongue and sucked even harder. He felt the marshmallow moving now.
The exquisite shock of her tantalizing mouth as it slipped delightfully over the sensitive head of his throbbing cock caused the man to flex his buttocks and dig his heels into the carpeting as he shoved his penile member upward. Taking his mouth from her sodden cunt for a moment, he looked down the length of her exquisite form, peering along the flat of her belly, through the arch made by her dangling breasts, shuddering as he saw her delightful mouth engulfing more and more of his throbbing cock.
Her warm, wet oral cavern enfolded his throbbing penile penetrator, gently caressing the organ, holding it, but not sucking on it. For a time she merely held the penis firmly sheathed. She intended saving his sperm for later, when he would cram the full length of his stiffly hardened organ to its limit in the demanding depths of her vaginal chasm. Still, the mouth felt good around his cock.
Well, he had two marshmallows, and there were three to go.
The deep cleft of her femininity, hovering over his face, continued wriggling and squirming, undulating in sensuous delight as her vaginal lips pressed firmly against his mouth. She was reminding him his task, which was also his fun, was not yet complete. He made an immediate decision. He would pull out the remaining three marshmallows and swallow them down without chewing. They were small enough. He knew the effect on her would be overpowering as she felt all three popping from her womanly depths one right after the other. He wondered if it would make the woman attain some kind of peak. Hell! It would certainly be worth a try. The time he was wasting thinking about all this he ought to have used sucking her pussy, pulling out those marshmallows and driving her to orgasm. After this, marshmallows, or anything else for that matter, would not be necessary. A pussy by itself was tasty enough.
With his hungering mouth firmly plastered wetly to the opening of her sucking pussy, Jerry began to slurp crazily, his cheeks hollowing with the overpowering pressure he was exerting. His lungs were aching and his jaws hurt him, but he continued sucking away, aware her loins were rotating faster and faster at the moment around his sucking lips as gasps of pure delight rilled the entire living room.
The third marshmallow popped from the slippery channel of her glistening pink pussy and Jerry caught it between his lips. It was almost melted, and it oozed down his throat. He never had to pull his lips away from Eden's cunt as he sucked harder and harder. It took almost no time for the fourth marshmallow, almost total liquid, to fall into his mouth, and he drank it down as he continued sucking. Her vibrant cunt was shuddering as his tongue licked around inside, lapping her secretions combined with the white flow of marshmallow. He licked again and again, and realized he wasn't going to be able to suck the last miniature marshmallow out of her. It had completely liquified, and was dripping into his mouth a little at a time. He drank it all down, and he lapped all the hardernow, his tongue delving as far into her as possible, then sliding out and running across her clitoris, forward, then backward, then back into the tight clutch of her narrow pussy.
Eden was in heaven. She had experienced a minor climax each time a marshmallow had popped from the tight interior of her squeezing cunt, and now, with his tongue running up and down, over her clitoral bud again and again, the biggest climax of the day was hitting her.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAANNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGAAARRRGGGHHHLLL-UUUMMMPPPHHHRRRGGGHHHLLLFFF!" she gasped, her mouth still tightly gripping Jerry's throbbing cock.
Her mind whirled delightedly as she found herself soaring to a dizzyingly rapturous orgasm. Her own hands tightly gripped her full breasts as she pulled on her nipples, tugging them, squeezing them, enhancing her climax, knowing even this wasn't enough. Then her hands smoothed their way down her belly, her fingers reaching into the ebony V between her thighs, gripping his face and holding his stiffened tongue inside her, clasping the cock inside her mouth again as the wave of her orgasm washed over her in one curling tide after another as ecstasy continued shooting through her.
Jerry was astounded at the intensity of her orgasm, never having known a woman to climax this strongly. Now he was more determined than ever to make sure his wife learned how to climax. If he was capable of making this woman feel such overpowering sensations, there was no reason why Amara wasn't able to feel equally good thrills.
Eden fell forward, collapsing on top of his extended legs, the cock so recently in her mouth now trailing between her full breasts. She twitched and jerked again and again, and Jerry continued to be astounded at the way she felt her orgasm so intensely.
"Ohhhhhhh . . . that felt so good!" she gasped, as the overpowering sensations of her orgasmic rapture slowly but surely began to subside.
Jerry was so anxious to fire his own load, he didn't waste a moment. Deftly, he rolled the lovely brunette onto her back, came up on his knees, reversing himself so that he now kneeled between her upstanding knees as her feet were now planted flatly on the floor. She was still in the final throes of her previous orgasm, but was well aware how desperately she needed a second one on top of the first in order to feel totally satisfied. It wouldn't take much to set her off again, but she wasn't too worried, since she was certain Jerry was so aroused, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back much longer, either.
Wordlessly, Jerry looked down at her, and she nodded, letting him know she wanted what he sought. Her sex-glazed eyes were wide open, and though they seemed to have difficulty focusing, she knew where he was, and when her voice finally returned to her, she said, "NOW, JERRY! NOW, FUCK ME HARD, AND FUCK ME DEEP!"
He reached down and grabbed his pulsing prick, intent on completing their joining, guiding the lust- bloated tip of his throbbing organ to the flowering pink blossom of her vaginal opening, slowly easing his throbbing cock into the tightness of her cunt. There was no need for foreplay at this point. The tongue lapping he had given her was all the stimulation any woman would ever need. She was set to go. So was he.
All there was for the two of them at this moment was their hot flesh-hard cock and wide open cunt. Jerry was aware of the soddenly wet coral opening of, her taut cunt thrusting itself upward as it throbbed with urgent need. His fingers continued guiding the lengthy thickness of his long, solid penis into her tight depths.
He paused for a moment, using the bloated tip of his organ to part the silken hair, wet from his saliva, as it remained a midnight halo of sparseness around her throbbing organ of femininity. "Now!" she urged.
With a single long, smooth, vibrant thrust, the blond man flicked his hips forward and rammed his steel-solid lance of flesh deep, deep, deep, into the vortex of her sucking center, slamming it in as far as possible, filling her totally and completely. She was so ready, so inwardly receptive, so totally lubricated, there was no resistance at all. His hard cock slid into her belly like a razor sharp saber slicing into the body of a victim, only this was a willing victim who more than welcomed the sword thrust.
Eden felt even more aroused now than before, and the heft of the hard prick filling her soaking interior was even longer and thicker than that of her present employer.
"OOOOOOOHHH . . . WOWWWWWW!" she gasped, crooning with renewed delight as the man began solidly fucking into her with slow, deep strokes. Her entire interior opened to receive him the way a flower's petals greeted the rays of the sun. Her inner fiery warmth was transmitted to him through the clasping walls of her tightly squeezing vaginal passageway, and she began murmuring incoherently as her body began moving with his, countering, responding, rising and falling, her loins tightly clasping him and moving around him. She was only a woman, and yet Jerry was more than slightly aware of the strength presently radiating from her body as he continued fucking into her. Her vagina was gyrating and churning and spinning with every wild stroke, and had his cock not been so long, he would have had difficulty keeping it buried inside her.
"AAAGGGHHH!" he gasped. "YOU'RE GOOD!"
"SO . . . ARE . . . YOU ..." she responded. "I'M . . . UHHHHH . . . SURPRISED A MAN LIKE . . . AAANNNHHH . . . YOURSELF . . . FINDS IT SO DIFFICULT TO MAKE YOUR . . . AHHHHHHH . . . WIFE HAPPY. OH LORD! YOU FEEL SO GOOD INSIDE ME! HARDER! HARDER! RAM THAT WONDERFUL . . . AAANNNHHH . . . COCK INTO ME, HARDERRRRR . . . FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . DEEP AND HARD . . . DEEP AND HARD! RAM THAT COCK ALL THE WAY INSIDE MEEEEE . . . FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME ..." she chanted, all but begging him as she wildly gasped.
She began whimpering in ecstatic anguish, her slender arms now wrapping themselves tightly around the man's neck. She pulled him closer and closer to her shuddering body. His lean, muscular torso came slamming down against her, mashing the full mounds of her vibrantly bouncing mammaries between them.
Then Jerry was aware of her hands reaching down as her fingernails dug into'his buttocks. She pulled with her nails, using her fingers to tug his cock even more deeply into her gasping cunt. All the while her own loins squirmed and swarmed around him, letting him know of her urgent need as she abruptly reached her second large orgasm.
"EEE YY YIIIAAAGGGHHH AAANNNGGG-HHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAAUUUWWW-AAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" she shouted, her voice echoing around and around in the living room. 'TUCK MEEEEE . . . FUCK MEEEE . . . FUCK MEEEEE . . . HARDERRR . . . HARDERRRRR ..." she begged, moving like a well-greased machine.
Jerry continued violently plunging the full length of his solid penis into the tantalizingly dilated depths of her shuddering citadel, noting she was enjoying one continuously long orgasm now. It went on and on, and he didn't know how she was able to breathe since, to him, it appeared as if she were constantly exhaling.
"DON'T STOP ..." she whimpered softly. "HURRRRRYYYYY . . . DON'T STOP . . . DON'T STOP . . . KEEP FUCKING MEEEEE . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK ME HARRRRD!" she whispered, caught up in the overpowering salacity of her climaxing revel.
Her body continued twisting, wriggling, and squirming beneath him, and she continued moaning ceaselessly, her face contorted and twisted into a mask of erotic passion. Her mouth moved with violently trembling spasms, her nostrils widening, her eyes closed and her breath rasping and harsh and dry in her throat as untamed, animalistic wantonness seized control of her, holding her helpless in its grip. She found her entire inner self completely, wonderfully, deliciously caught up in the writhing coils of desire. Her brow was now glistening with heavy droplets of perspiration as it turned into sheets that coated her entire face and body. Her black hair was mussed now as she flung her head from side to side, her neck unable to support her head, looking like the long, slender neck of a swan. She needed more satisfaction, and nothing, nothing in the world was going to stop her from achieving yet another orgasm, and if possible, another one after that. This was the kind of fucking she wanted and needed.
Avarice for sexual fulfillment drove the lovely lady toward completing that fulfillment. Jerry sensed her desire was even greater than his, even though she had climaxed countless times already, and he had yet to achieve his own satisfaction. He found himself being driven to more and more effort, intent on bringing her to another summit of ecstatic delight. He began fucking into her like an insane man.
Crazy! Crazy! She's crazy! She fucks like a mink, non-stop. I've never known another woman to react this way! This is the kind of woman I want my wife to become!
"AAAAANNNNNHHHHH . . . YESSSSS ... JERRRYYYYY ... DO IT TO MEEEEE ... I HAVE TO CUM AGAINNNNN . . . AND AGAINNNNN! HURT ME A LITTLE . . . SHOVE YOUR FINGERRR INTO MY ASSSSSSS ..." she gasped, her voice rebounding in the ears of the construction engineer. A finger in her ass? This was another thing Jerry had never done to a woman. He was momentarily shocked by her request, thinking it somewhat bizarre, and yet ... if this was what was going to make her achieve another orgasm, he was all for it. Instinctively he seemed to feel that what she wanted was the right thing, though no other woman he had ever known had ever needed stimulation like this. He reasoned there might be some kind of connection between her vagina and asshole, and by stimulating nerves in the latter, he might set off another explosion in the former.
Shrugging, never once breaking his rhythm, Jerry Eller slid his strong, sinewy hands beneath her wildly pumping buttocks, feeling them strong, yet pliant in the palms of his powerful hands as he cupped them. His fingers gripped her gluteal mounds tightly as he lifted her ass off the floor ta obtain greater access to her openly demanding loins. Then he reached under her, feeling between her nether cheeks, not once breaking the move- ment of his continually pile driving cock. His throbbing organ kept on sinking itself again and again into the heated, liquid depths of her boggy marsh, while his forefinger continued searching for the puckered hole hidden in the crevice of her ass. He stretched the narrow ass channel wide, searching inside it with the tip of his forefinger. He felt around until he finally found the tiny pucker, and then he tantalizingly circled it. He was more than slightly aware of the anxiety tremors in the lovely female building inspector's body, as she gasped to him, "DON'T WAIT! SHOVE IT IN! JUST SHOVE IT IN!"
Heated, viscous droplets of oozing cunt juice were dribbling from her vaginal tunnel as it remained wide open, sucking on the pacifier of Jerry's plunging cock. The large penis continued pumping in, and out, in and out, slamming itself deeper and deeper into the incredible tightness of her womanly well. It caused even more fluid to be manufactured in Eden's body, and it continued dribbling from her bearded pussy, sliding across her perineum, falling against the tiny puckered hole of her anus, lubricating his finger. Content that the finger was well-moistened, Jerry shoved it into her ass solidly. The driving digit pushed past her sphincter with almost no trouble at all, sliding into the warm, rubbery passage up to the first knuckle. Her body began jerking forward beneath him, and she gasped with the shock of the initial thrust.
"HHHUUUNNNHHH!" she said, quivering. "THAT FEELS SO GOOD ... SO GOOD!"
Jerry thrust again, shoving his finger into her asshole to the second knuckle. Eden was more thrilled than ever, and she began wildly jerking her body up and down as her thighs tugged themselves all the more widely apart, waving frantically in the air above them. Her toes tightly curled against the soles of her feet, while below, she continually squirmed her buttocks up and down, up and down, feeling a mixture of thrills shooting through her vagina and rectum.
She gasped with desire again, enjoying the way his finger was pleasing her in addition to the thrusts of his cock. Jerry was aware of the way she was literally rotating her buttocks against his probing finger, until it was buried to its full length in the warm, smooth, rubbery passage of her back tunnel. He responded by revolving the finger inside her anal passageway, eliciting more and more incessant moans from the lovely woman's lips.
"AAANNNGGGHHH! OOONNNHHH! YESSSSSSS! HHHUUUNNNHHH! GOOD! GOOD! THAT FEELS GOOD! DON'T STOP . . . DON'T STOP___THAT'S THE WAY, JERRY. NOW . . . FUCK ME WITH BOTH . . . YOUR COCK AND YOUR FINGER ..." she squealed as her loins continued moving up and down more and more wildly against him.
Grinding down into her with all the strength of his shuddering hips, backs, and tautened thighs, Jerry Eller was only too well aware of the smoothness of her coral-fleshed vaginal walls as, like the mouth of a sucker fish, they clasped and unclasped around his thick penis. He slammed into her with every bit of strength in him now, glad she was the kind of woman able to take the sexual violence within him. His hard, sinewy torso slammed ever forward, filling her cunt again and again, raising yet another vibrancy of ecstatic pleasure inside her as he maintained the same drubbing rhythm with his finger inside her anus.
Her nostrils continued flaring widely, and her mouth was wide open, gasping for air when not kissing him. Passion had total control over her now, and she knew she had to have that climax.
"OOOOOHHHHH . . . WWWAAAUUU-GGGHHH . . . HHHUUUNNNHHH! GODDD! OHHHHH GODDDDD!" she grunted as he continued boring into her womanly depths.
Eden was lost in a morass of deliciously lascivious sexual sensation from the dual ravishment of her loins. A thrilling pleasure seemed to fill her from her crotch to the top of her ebony-haired head. Her hands continued working on his ass cheeks, trying ever harder to pull him into her. Finally realizing his cock was as far in as possible, she moved her fingers up his back, the nails digging into his flesh, but not actually cutting it. She was mindful of the fact, even at a time like this, that he had a wife to whom he would shortly return, and Eden didn't want the woman seeing nail marks on her husband's back. Nevertheless, the sharp tips of her nails were like spurs, goading him to fuck her all the more vigorously. He wondered how many orgasms were necessary to satisfy this woman's cunt. He began to mercilessly pound his throbbing organ into her feminine grotto with a strength he didn't know he possessed.
Loud, watery sucking sounds continually resounded in their ears each time he brutally jackhammered his pulsing penis into her shuddering depths while his finger continued probing the narrow passageway of her rectum again and again. Her body was saturated with oily perspiration, slippery, yet sticky as her ever mounting erotic ecstasy continued rising higher. Her body was wildly gyrating, her crotch moving in perfect counterpoint to the continually driving, sensuous rhythm as her head whipped insanely from side to side.
Eden found herself twisting and turning, every part of her body expressing the thrills she was continually experiencing as she jerked her thighs even wider apart, pulling her kneecaps up to her shoulders. The fronts of her thighs mashed firmly against her breasts while her calves dangled over his shoulders.
Now the entire expanse of her sucking vaginal fount was open to the man. She offered absolutely no resistance to him. Even her wet interior was flooded to the point where his cock met no resistance at all. She was his to finish now, and he realized it.
The realization drove the man to ever wilder, ever deeper plunges in the burning depths of her very soul, and still she continued urging him on, her voice rasping out to him demandingly. His long, thick cock continued expanding even more now, and he felt a thrilling inner trembling burning in the depths of his own loins, telling him his own release was not that far away.
She was begging him, totally abandoned to the new sensation mounting inside her body. Thrill built on thrill as she realized her most overpowering climax of the morning was approaching, and maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to satisfy her.
Jerry realized how close she was to her ultimate release, and he felt himself inwardly preening, knowing he was the one responsible for bringing on so many climaxes in the body of this shuddering woman. He breathed an unconscious sigh of relief, knowing that whatever had taken place with his wife, her lack of release was not solely his fault. For this much he was more than grateful.
He yanked his finger from the heated depths of Eden's tightly clasping anus, making a wet, hissing sound. She moved her thighs higher, her knees going all the way back and surrounding her ears. Now she was unable to move, so she simply lay there, taking every last driving inch of his throbbing cock inside her.
Once more Eden convulsed beneath him, and it had to be the strongest orgasm in her entire life.
She screamed, then screamed again, and then one more time. The intense rapture of the moment totally contorted her face, turning her from a beautiful woman into a caricature.
Jerry felt the pulsations in her vagina, aware of the way she internally distended as her ecstatic climax completely overwhelmed her, and wave after wave of convulsive muscular spasms swept wildly through her trembling body.
The blond-haired construction engineer continued driving his throbbing cock ever deeper into her. His own orgasm was now only moments away, and it was something he would not allow anyone to keep from him. The woman beneath him was sensational, and he would never feel ashamed of what he was presently doing.
Now, as the distention in Eden's cunt changed to contraction, a slow, aching pressure began building in the shuddering depths of the man's balls, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he was spewing his sperm into her feminine receptacle. This was going to be it!
Jerry reached down and began gripping and squeezing the rounded cheeks of her full buttocks with crushing strength, feeling her body automatically respond to him as, with surging strokes, he continued violently pistoning in and out of her. Now he was totally oblivious of everything other than the demanding desire in his testicles. Gritting his teeth, his eyes tightly closed, sweat pouring from his brow, he cried out, his voice a toneless croak he, himself was unable to recognize.
"OHHHHH . . . YYEEAARRGGHH . . . UUUNNNGGGHHH . . . AAAYYYAAARRR-GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH . . . HHHUUU-NNNGGG!" he bellowed as he grunted and suddenly increased the tempo and the brutality of his driving strokes, his pelvis smashing into hers harshly, flesh smacking against flesh, hair entwining with hair.
His inner explosion shattered him, and he gasped aloud, listening to Eden's own whimpering cries of delight as she felt his hot seed pour into her. Jerking, pumping, and twitching, his penis fired his white seed into her again and again, and then slowly it began wilting, shrinking until it finally slipped out of her tunnel.
"My God!" he gasped, rolling onto the floor, lying face-up, beside Eden. "I feel totally drained."
"You're terrific," she said, looking at him. "I don't think you and your wife will ever have troubles again."
Rising, she went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and cleaned his sperm from her interior. When she emerged to get dressed she let Jerry use the shower.
When he was finally dressed, she said, "We'll probably meet from time to time, during the course of our work. You're one person I'll be looking forward to seeing. Just keep everything in good shape."
Jerry wondered if she was referring to his physical equipment or his construction materials.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After she left Jerry, Eden went to a Dallas restaurant and had a large porterhouse steak. Afterward, she returned to her job.
The first building she inspected was a factory building just outside the city limits in Paseo County. The building itself was sturdy enough, but she spotted more than fifty-four violations, including missing fire extinguishers, broken walls, sagging floors and ceilings, garbage and trash improperly wrapped, filthy bathrooms, and rats' nests under the building itself. The rats came out at night when the people were gone and tore open the garbage bags looking for food.
Eden made out a citation for each violation, and in spite of the pleading of the building manager on behalf of his employer, she served them, saying, "If all these conditions are not cleaned up within two weeks, I'm going to order this building closed."
She found much the same conditions in the next building she inspected, also a factory, not far away from the first one. Once more she began issuing citations, and when a bribe was hinted at, she told the building manager if she ever saw the color of his money, he and his employers would find themselves in court in a hurry.
The third building, an office building a few miles away from the factories, also had violations, but these were not nearly as numerous. She found fire doors that were unable to be opened from the inside, and there were doors leading to stairwells that were also locked. The stairs, themselves, were in need of repair, and Eden made careful note of all these things.
At four o'clock she returned to the building on Old Country Road that housed the department for which she now worked. She spent the next hour making out reports, and handed everything to the man appointed as her overseer, Manny Gellin.
Manny was a man in his mid-forties, also with black hair, like herself, though his hair was cut short and looked slicked back. He had a round, pleasant face, and though he was not a big man, he had the ability to take control of a situation if the occasion demanded it. He was next in line for Carl Pastrada's job as deputy department head, if Pastrada would ever leave the job. The chances of that happening at present were more than a little remote.
Manny looked over her reports and said, "You're quite a female tiger, aren't you. Good! It's about time we had a few more honest women doing this kind of work. From now on, you'll have that cubicle over there as your office," he told her, pointing to the sectioned-off area in the partitioned room where he had his own office. "You keep this up and we'll shake up all of Paseo County. Believe me, this is one place that needs shaking up. As far as I'm concerned, you're a regular member of the crew now. The only one you have to watch out for is Carl. Unfortunately, he's head man, so if he ever calls you into his office, you have to go if you want to keep your job."
"You mean you don't do things that way?" Eden asked.
"I'm old-fashioned enough to think I'd like to have the girl want me for myself rather than for what she can get from me."
"I think you and I are going to get along just fine, Manny," she smiled at him.
Eden became extremely fastidious, doing her job better than anyone else in Building and Maintenance. As a result, she soon earned a reputation of being immovable when it came to correcting building violations. To men like Jerry Eller, who didn't cut corners in their line of work, she was a blessing, because competitors who had previously been able to work more cheaply by using an inferior grade of concrete were no longer able to do so. She had condemned more than two dozen buildings being put up because of the cheaper material and shoddy workmanship. The unions were trying to get her to back down on some of her demands, but she refused, insisting that she wasn't going to placate union workers at the possible expense of human lives. As a result, a lot of workers left the construction industry, which made the union angry since the leaders of the union didn't care how good or how expert their members were in the construction field. All the union cared about was the size of its membership, since the more members it had, the more dues came rolling into the union coffers. Like almost all unions, this one had quickly forgotten it existed for the benefit of its members.
Because she was doing such a good job, Eden received a promotion. Instead of merely inspecting buildings, from now on she would be put in charge of the issuance of permits to contractors putting up new buildings. She would still have to go out in the field and inspect the materials the construction people would be using, but she had nothing to do with the older buildings any longer.
She became so busy, for awhile she forgot about sex. Even her weekends saw her pooped so she was unable to go out on dates, for awhile.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Autumn was an especially good time of the year for construction. Summer vacations were finished, and the men were all raring to go.
It was during late September that Mike Malleson came to her for a building permit. Mike was not a tall man, but was perhaps the best-looking man Eden had ever seen off a movie screen. He had light brown hair, large brown eyes, a short, wide nose, and a strong chin. His body, like that of most men who owned construction companies and worked at it, was rugged and hard.
When he told her where he planned to put up a shopping center, she agreed to look at the site with him, and then she wanted to inspect the materials he planned on purchasing. Malleson hadn't wanted to waste this much time, but he knew things moved slowly in civil government. So he agreed.
Eden, wearing a simple blue dress that came down to her knees, belted at the waist, left her cubicle with Malleson and went with him to his car. He drove an old Ford that looked ready to fall apart at any moment.
"What does your wife say about this car?" she asked, getting in when he held the door open for her.
"Nothing, because I don't have a wife," Mike told her. "What's more, I don't even have a special girl friend. I've been too busy trying to make a go of my construction company to even think about women."
"I know what you mean," Eden nodded.
He took Eden to the building site, a huge series of vacant lots near a new housing development she had approved four months earlier. She knew the area well, since she had inspected it for the man building the housing development. As a result, she knew the land was solid, with no shifting sand, swamps or water underneath.
"The site is fine," she told him. "Now, about the building equipment."
Malleson told her where he was purchasing his materials and showed her receipts for down payments he had made. By now, Eden was familiar with the various places from which construction outfits bought their supplies, and the man was buying top-rated stuff. All that remained was to see how his men would be putting it all together. "I'll issue you a starting permit tomorrow," she told him. "But I want to see the foundations of the various stores right after you've poured them before I'll give you a permit to go further." "Thanks," Mike said to her. It was after five by now, and Eden had no desire to return to the office. The only one waiting in that entire building would be Carl Pastrada, who had taken advantage of her body a dozen times since their initial meeting. Though she despised the man more than ever, she had to admit that body contact with him had kept her from becoming frustrated when she buried herself in her work. But now, for the first time in a long spell, she was becoming aroused at the sight of a good-looking man.
"Want me to take you to pick up your car?" he asked her, when she told him she wasn't returning to the office that day.
"I have a better idea," she said, looking directly at him. "Why don't you bribe me by taking me out for supper. Then you can bribe me by taking me to your apartment and showing me around. Tomorrow, we'll both come back to my office together, and I'll issue you the starting permit."
Michael Malleson didn't have to be hit over the head. This lovely woman was propositioning him, and even if he hadn't been interested in her, he would have had to be a fool to refuse, since his permit was at stake. Luckily, he would have found her interesting as a woman even if she hadn't been the building inspector.
"Like Italian food?" he asked.
"Almost as much as delicatessen," she told him. "Unfortunately there are no eat-in delis in this area. In fact, outside of Miami Beach and New York, I don't think they have eat-in delis anywhere. So I'll settle for Italian."
Mike took her to a large restaurant he knew in Dallas proper. It was spacious, with occupancy for more than eight hundred people, and the place was almost filled when they arrived.
"I always thought good Italian food had to come from one of those little hideaway Italian restaurants on a side street somewhere," Eden said as the two of them were seated at a table at the far end of the room.
"That's only in the movies," Mike told her. "This place has great food."
He had rolled down the sleeves of his blue shirt and had taken a tie from the glove compartment of his car and slipped it on. Then he had taken a jacket he'd had hanging on a hook in his car, and he had put it on. Though it was a bit wrinkled, it made him look acceptable. The two of them ordered, relaxed, ate slowly, sipped wine, listened to music, and finally, an hour-and-a-half later, left. They got into Mike's car, and he drove them to a little bungalow on the other side of Paseo County.
CHAPTER NINE
"Care to watch some erotic movies first?" Mike asked, after he had shown her around his seven room bungalow. Internally it was a larger bungalow than it outwardly appeared, and the rooms were large and spacious. He admitted to having built the place himself.
"Why not?" she said, smiling.
The man owned a video tape recorder, and it was attached to his TV set. He snapped a cartridge into place, and the two of them, each holding a snifter of brandy, sat on the sofa and watched a movie in which a heroine was vigorously attacked by seven different men at different times, and physically handled every one of them.
The brandy made Eden feel warm inside, and she snuggled close to Mike Malleson, kicking off her shoes. What she had been watching had excited her, and she felt tingling arousal running rampantly through her shuddering body. Slowly, with emotion that continued to build in her, she felt eroticism flaring through her. It had been much too long since she had enjoyed a good man, and she had the feeling that Mike Malleson was going to be very good. In spite of the fact that Carl Pastrada was always able to make her climax, Eden always felt dirty after being touched by him. Not so with Mike. As the lust continued mounting in her trembling body, she felt the need for this man become stronger and stronger. She wanted to feel his strong, rugged body pressing against hers as his throbbing cock sank itself into her vaginal vestibule. She needed to be fucked! What was more, she needed it right now!
Slowly she untangled herself from Mike's arms, then moved her hand to Mike's belt buckle. Her fingers began to nimbly tantalize him, rubbing around his fly, dipping lower and teasing his cock which, she was pleased to note, was instantly responding by stiffening. When her hands cupped his balls, he shuddered.
"Let's not play all kinds of games,""she said to him. "Let's make love, huh." Mike was still somewhat awed by all this. Had their positions been reversed, and had it been she who wanted something from him, then he would have been able to understand why she was attempting to seduce him. But it was he who was seeking something only she was able to give him; a building permit. Hell! She was one nice-looking dish, and he was certain she wouldn't have any trouble finding some guy to be nice to her. In fact, he had figured her to be married when he had first seen her, because nice-looking girls like this one usually didn't get away so easily. In a way, he felt more respect for her, knowing she was after him for his body rather than for something she thought she might be able to get out of him.
"Hey, look," he said to her. "Don't get me wrong. I want you, I really do, but are you sure this is what you want?"
"I'm positive," she told him. "Come on, let's fuck! Is that being blunt enough for you?"
Her hand returned to the buckle of his belt, and she slowly pulled it open. Then she undid the hook at the top of his pants, and her fingers pulled down the zipper. With his pants open, revealing his white boxer shorts, she dipped her hand inside, rummaging around, grasping, her teasing fingers seeking the opening in his undershorts. Finally her hand wormed its way into the slit in the front of his shorts and contacted the heated shaft of his throbbing penis as blood began pounding through his quivering loins to fill his half-hard, excited cock, and make it even longer and thicker. The man's hips automatically began churning and he started breathing very raggedly.
"Oh!" he moaned. "I still find this all so hard to believe."
"Believe it or not, it's happening, unless you don't want it to happen."
"I want it, I want it, yes I do," he told her, and swept an arm around her shoulders, lifting her face to his so he was able to press his lips firmly against hers. His tongue slid between her teeth and moved in and out of her mouth in a crude imitation of what he wanted to do with his cock in her teeming pussy.
Eden's fingers continued with their search, gripping the solidly rigid, phallic lance of masculine flesh. She caressed it for a few moments, then jerked it up and down, making sure it was at full mast, then finally pulled it through the opening in his undershorts. The dark brown organ stood pulsating out in the open air. The burningly aroused phallic organ trembled in her hand as she continually stroked it.
"Like you said," he gasped. "Let's not play games. The best way to do this is in a bed, with no clothes on."
"Lead the way," she said, letting go and getting to her feet.
He pulled his shoes and pants and undershorts off, and nakedly led her through spacious, airy hallways to the master bedroom. She was delighted to see the mirrors on the ceiling above the bed, realizing she had latched onto a very sensuous male.
Eden wasted no time in undressing, letting him look at her and admire her. She walked around the bedroom as he pulled the window shades down and put on the indirect lighting, letting him see her firm breasts bobbling against her body.
The two of them walked over to the bed together, and pulled back the covers, getting in from opposite sides. They lay against each other for a moment, each appreciating the feel of the other. Her full breasts strained against his naked, hairy chest, the nipples smoldering coals that were burning into him. He moved his hand downward over the flat plane of her desire-tautened belly to her hair-covered vaginal mount. Then his fingers moved past and touched the fullness of her lovely white thighs.
Eden whimpered with unrestrained pleasure as she hurled her body on top of his, pressing him firmly down into the mattress, her ripe, feminine body quivering with eager anticipation. She began groaning and wriggling her pelvis against the stone-stiff prick beneath her, her wetly pulsating vaginal lips trying to open of their own volition, as if intent on swallowing the full length of his fleshy shaft while he was still helpless beneath her.
"Tell me," she asked, smiling at him, "would it bother you at all if I sucked that cock of yours a little before burying it in my cunt?"
Her hand was suddenly between their trembling bodies, her grip firm on his throbbing cock, and as she spoke she drew his pulsating stiffness all the more tightly against her, her fingers dancing over it so she was able to feel the very veins coursing their way under his outer layer of skin.
"You sure it's what you want to do?" he asked.
"I'm sure," she said, "unless you find something like that offensive."
"Hell no! I'm not offended in the least. By all means, be my guest," he told her. "Suck my cock."
Her body was at an angle so his hands were able to knead the rounded cheeks of her behind as he felt himself thrillingly lost in the building passion which had so suddenly swept him off his feet. Mike Malleson suddenly realized that he was becoming very infatuated with this woman. She was something really special.
She rose to her knees for a moment and looked at his body. He had lots of hair on his chest and some on his belly, and even had quite a profusion of it on his pelvis. But that penis of his was long and thick, and it stood straight out from that jungle, a proud tower, tall and firm. As she stared at it, she felt saliva filling her mouth and she had to swallow to keep herself from drooling. The entire time her eyes glistened with lust, causing a weird, inner light to shine from them, creating the illusion she had glowing coals inside her head. She stared at the thickness of his mushroom-shaped cockhead, thinking it looked much like a mesmerizing cobra. Its throbbing and twitching were urging her closer and closer.
Finally she knelt between his widely splayed thighs, her hand reaching out and cupping his bloated sac, feeling the tickling hairs on the wrinkled skin there as well. Now she licked her lips in thrilled anticipation, starved with lusting desire to kiss the tiny sheen of fluid which had started seeping from the one blind eye in his glans.
Slowly she lowered her beautiful face, her black hair pulled back, up, out of the way so he was able to clearly see everything. Her chin slid along the front of his belly, causing arousal to burn through his quivering torso, and her lips rubbed the wetly throbbing purple head. Savoring the slight contact, her tongue proceeded to lash out and touch the smooth, rubbery cap, and then she began licking at the little drops of colorless lubricant he was emitting. More drops continued bubbling excitedly from the head of his swollen cock.
Eden's trembling body continued shuddering from the sheer sensation of electricity snapping through her, and sighing with pleasure, she parted her lips, opening them wide in order to accept his long, thick penis deep within the soft, wet folds of her anxious mouth. She hadn't sucked a cock since the time she had been in her apartment with Jerry Eller, and as far as she was concerned, that was much too long to be without a cock in her mouth. She began automatically working her lips around it, sucking it strongly, pulling on the penis and creating a vacuum which sent billows of pure delight racing through Mike Malleson's bloodstream.
Without thinking, he reached down and wrapped his hands in her hair, then drew her lovely face that much farther down onto his sensitive length of cock, feeling her tongue pressing against the throbbing underside.
"OHHHHH YEEEEAAAAHHHH . . . SUCK IT, HONEY, SUCK IT! SUCK IT REAL GOOD!" he gasped. "YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE! I'VE . . . UHHHH . . . NEVER NEVER HAD A WOMAN SUCK ME THIS EXPERTLY, BEFORE. YOU ARE SOMETHING OUT OF THIS WORLD, SWEETHEART. YOU ARE REALLY SPECIAL."
He was near the edge of the bed, and as he flexed his buttocks, lifting one knee and pressing his foot flat against the mattress, he dropped his other foot over the side of the bed and slammed his foot solidly on the floor for leverage. Now he began jerking his body up and down in a wild, uncontrollable motion.
Eden moved her seeking hands all over his flat, hairy abdomen, and then her fingers wandered between his thighs, tenderly tantalizing his scrotum as well. As her mouth pumped up and down, she used the ball of her thumb against the base of the underside of his penis to stimulate him even more. Saliva fell from her mouth and soaked his groin, wetting his pubic hair and testicles in order to build the excitement that much higher in him. She lathered her tongue up and down the pulsating organ, swirling the lingual digit maddeningly around the pulsing rod of his firm flesh. The tip of her tongue teased the head of his cock incessantly, and it was obvious to Mike she was getting as much pleasure from sucking his cock as he was receiving from the workings of her mouth.
Bracing himself on his elbows, Mike looked down at Eden, totally enthralled by what she was doing, while watching her whitely naked buttocks continually undulating as they waved in the air while her groping fingers and licentious oral cavity worked harder than ever at building him toward his orgasm. Hell! He would pop his load very shortly now if she kept this up. His sperm-swollen balls were already two bubbling vats, and as they got hotter, they would swell because they were manufacturing more and more sperm. Soon there would be more sperm than the two egg-shaped ovals would be able to contain, and the fluid would come bursting forth from the throbbing tip of the man's cock, and Eden wondered if she ought to continue sucking until she was able to drink his seminal contents.
He put one hand on the nape of her neck and forced her lips down even farther and continued watching fascinatedly as the lovely woman's mouth continued its tight ovailing around his penis, sawing up and down on the throbbing organ. Her pink lips contrasted with the rich purple of his blood-bloated penile head each time her lips came up. Her mouth had a grip on his cock that was tighter than any other cunt he had ever known, and he wondered if her pussy was just as tight. If so, she would be the lay of the century. He noticed how grotesque her lips looked, clinging to his penis on the upstroke, and how they folded in on themselves on the downstroke as he thrust forward again.
"Oh wow! Hey!" Mike gasped. "Slow down a little. Let up, honey! I'll fire a load right down your lovely throat if you keep this up! Then I might not be able to get it up again to fuck you. Hell! I want to know what it's like to feel my cock moving inside your tight cunt as well as your mouth."
"Are you sure?"
"Honey, you may be the building inspector, but right now, I'm the man inspecting the building inspector . . . from the inside."
Reluctantly, the lovely brunette released her viselike grip on the man's heatedly throbbing phallic spear. She had really wanted to drink the man's sperm, because she knew when she sucked, she was able to drive any man clear out of his mind.
Still, what the man said made sense. There was definitely a barren feeling in the depths of her vagina, and the feeling was becoming too much for her to withstand. She needed a good cock filling her cunt. Lately, she had been getting too much of Carl Pastrada, and if Carl was going to hire some other new female in the near future, she knew she wouldn't even be getting him . . . not that she really wanted him. But the time had definitely come for her to start enjoying the company of men again. So she stopped sucking, lifting her head, seeing a strand of sticky, colorless, seminal oil leading from the, tip of his penis to her lower lip. She used her tongue and pulled the string of colorless fluid into her mouth. Then she smiled very warmly at him, saying, "If you inspect me the way I inspect buildings, this should turn out to be some fantastic night."
"I'm going to let you do the work this time," he told her. "There's always the off chance that I'll be able to get it up again a little later, and I want to be strong enough to really pump you, at that time. So this time, I'll lie back, and you can slide on top of the old cock and ride hell-for-leather."
He lay back, sliding into the middle of the bed, letting his legs lie flatly on the bed for the moment, and she slowly crawled on top of him on all fours with her knees on either side of his narrow hips as her hand encircled his throbbing, hard penis. She was aware of the maddening pulsations in it, and once again glowed with pride, knowing it was reacting the way it was because of her, and solely because of her.
She began teasing the length and breadth of his hard, swollen shaft with her encircling thumb and forefinger, making Mike writhe and squirm uncontrollably, moaning because of the electrifying contact of her hand. She moved forward, spreading her thighs wide apart as she crawled over him, and then she began guiding the long, pulsing hardness into her desire-filled vaginal cave. She closed her eyes, filled with thrilling rapture, and began rubbing the penile head against the walls of her interior. After making sure it was soaked with her internal fluids, she let the head slip out, then proceeded to rub it up and down in her vaginal crack, letting it touch her from perineum to clitoris and back again. This time, when the head of his penis pressed against her cuntal mouth, it seemingly opened of its own volition, like the entryway to some mystical tunnel, his gigantic magic wand being the instrument needed to open it.
His throbbing cock sliced into her, digging into her most sensitive flesh as she slid the organ up and down through her passion slick vaginal slit. She gasped, time and time again from the vibrations the flesh stick was sending through her.
"Like that?" she cooed.
"Ohhhhh ... you bet . . . you bet!" he gasped, churning beneath her, his body violently jerking upward.
The tip of his penis was perfectly positioned, and his motion caused his wildly throbbing organ to push its way into the smooth, wet tunnel of her unquenchable vagina. Her thighs shoved forward and down so that she was able to more easily accept his member, impaling her wetly elastic vagina all the way.
"OOOHHHUUUNNNHHH!" she gasped, feeling the weight of his sperm-laden testicles smack solidly against her perineal strip of flesh. He plunged in again and again, she, rising, withdrawing all the way to his corona, feeling his thick shaft continually rubbing against the insides of her vagina with tendrils of tantalizing fineness. In, then out, in, then out, he fucked her solidly, forcefully, and her satin soft asscheeks pumped in a perfectly matching tempo with his cadent thrusts.
Eden was out of her mind with enjoyment. It had been a long time since she had been injected with a cock attached to a man she liked. It felt so good, so absolutely wonderful.
As far as Mike was concerned, although he'd had his fair share of pussy in his time, he had to admit this building inspector had a cunt that was tight, yet pliant, firm, yet yielding, delicate, yet totally surrounding and inundating.
Eden was in paradise. She didn't know if it was due to this being the first stiff prick in a long time that she liked, or if there was really something very special about the man attached to this particular penis. At any rate, she felt reawakened. Fucking with Carl Pastrada had become so mechanical, in spite of the orgasms she received, it had become boring, regulated. He always did it dog style, as if to shame her. It was as if he got his kicks from humiliating her more than from enjoying what her cunt was capable of doing to his cock. But with this man there was thrilling rapture, and she was going to glut herself with as much of him as possible tonight. He was wondering if he was capable of raising a second erection. By the time she was finished with him, he would raise four separate erections this night.
In, out, in, out, the movement of his driving cock in her cunt as she rode on him was delightful. Few men liked the woman-on-top position. They seemed to feel it threatened their masculinity. Not so, Mike Malleson. He was man enough and knew it. Position didn't mean a damned thing unless it enhanced the delightful feeling raging through their shuddering bodies.
Mike dug his heels into the mattress and slammed his body upward. He continued his demonical drubbing, slamming his penis still harder and deeper into the heated tightness of her burning little pussy until her cervix felt battered and out of shape, because of the way the tip of his cock slammed against it each time it slid past, into the deepest part of her squeezing vagina.
Eden's wet feminine scabbard clamored for more and more and more, clasping his frantic cock with a wild ruthlessness as she continued riding up and down, as if on a carousel horse. Each time she slammed down against his thighs, she felt his heavy sac slam against her anal opening, and automatically her asshole puckered and attempted to pull on his scrotal flesh. Sometimes she managed to hold him long enough so that when he stroked upward, her clutching asshole actually pulled on his fleshy bag for a moment, pinching it. Eden rode him as if he were a wild stallion, tossing her head this way and that in total abandoned ecstasy, spreading her tantalizing thighs even wider apart so she was able to sink even lower. Her belly churned and shuddered with the impending arrival of her orgasm.
"I'M . . . AAANNNHHH . . . GOING TO CUM ..." Mike Malleson said to her, gasping for breath as he lay beneath her. "OHHHHH . . . HONEYYYYY . . . DON'T STOP ME . . . DON'T STOP MEEEEE . . . KEEP MOVING . . . FUCK . . . FUCK . . . MAKE ME SHOOT, MAKE ME SHOOT!"
He was babbling in totally mindless rapture at the moment, and she gurgled in gasping agreement, for she was on the verge of her own pleasure as well. Falling forward, letting her full breasts slam into his chest, she pushed her lips against the side of his throat and bit his neck. When he turned his head she sank her tongue into his ear, and when he finally turned to face her, they kissed, tongues intermingling, twining, and twisting. She murmured unintelligible words of encouragement to him, telling him to climax as she continued bouncing up and down, milking his throbbing masculinity with the sucking power of her dilated vagina. She was almost there, now . . .so close ... so close . . .oh! How she wanted to feel his sperm mingling with her flooding juices in a last consuming fire of lust.
The pace of her bouncing vagina on his throbbing cock continued to increase as he writhed on the sheet beneath him, his feet still straight and stiff and his hands gripping her soft, naked buttocks. Each time she rose, he slammed her right back down as he hurled his own crotch upward, feeling his aching cock fucking away inside her eagerly straining vaginal conduit. The wetness of her sucking tunnel rubbing against the sides of his flesh pylon made lewd, lascivious slurping noises as she rode on him again and again, feeling his penis piledriving into her thirsting feminine passage.
"ANH . . . ANH . . . ANH ..." the lovely building inspector began chanting, lifting her helpless body, now arching her lovely back and reaching out with both hands to grip the headboard of the bed for more leverage, so she would be able to grind against his groin with even more pressure.
Mike gazed at the fullness of the lovely woman's dancing breasts as they heaved and bounced against her chest, her nipples long and hard, expanded from the overpowering heat of her own inner passion. His cock shoved upward, pushing deeper and deeper into her womanly sanctuary, massaging her tender pussy as it probed into her womb and into her very soul. He stared as her features twisted and contorted with burning lust, as the orgasm began its spiraling ascent, making her reach for the pinnacle of her release. She became a licentiously twisted, ghoulish imitation of her normally soft and radiant beautiful self. Then she gasped, shuddered, and cried out, convulsing, her mouth wide open arid her tongue lolling from the pagan rapture of it all. The very core of her inner being seemed to rip from her in animal ferocity.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH-AAAUUUWWWAAARRRGGGHHHAAA-GGGHHH!" she shrieked, and had she been in her own apartment, the scream would have torn the walls down.
Warm spurts of her vaginal fluid secreted all around the throbbing length of Mike's upward pistoning. penis, the slick fluid inundating the mammoth shaft and trickling down between her tender thighs, washing over his balls and falling to the bed below. Her thighs and pubic hair became thoroughly soaked with her discharge, and Mike, in turn, lying beneath her, sensed his own sticky semen slowly boiling to the surface of his inner cauldron, oozing ever so slowly through his urethra, reaching into the burning depths of his soul while trying to escape from his quivering body. He began jerking and lurching, twisting, turning, shaking, shuddering, and then an overpowering blast of sperm shot from his penile tip into every crease and recess of her wildly sucking vaginal tunnel. There was a never ending torrent of continual release which caused indecipherable cries of pleasure to erupt from the two of them. Her belly continually quivered with violent spasms of his orgasm as he bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from screaming. He gushed, then spurted, then leaked, then finally dribbled his fluid into the channel surrounding his cock. Even with his penis still hard, the fluids began seeping out of her, running down the outside of his cock, falling all over his pelvis and balls, joining the colorless pool of oil already, on the sheets below his ass.
He fell backwards, totally spent, and simply lay there gasping. Eden fell on top of him, herself also temporarily drained of energy, relaxing for the moment to the point of lethargy. Her legs went limp and her chest inwardly throbbed with the beatings of her heart. The lovely building inspector felt the contractor's penis slowly deflating inside her, shrinking with exhaustion, yet she didn't move, not an inch, not wanting to let it out of her pussy, even in its relaxed state.
"That was good, really good. Best lay I ever had," she crooned.
"Same here," he muttered. "You are really something. I'd like to do this more often, that is, if you understand that I mean it on a purely personal basis. I mean, this has nothing to do with business."
"I'm glad," she told him. "As long as this stays on a personal basis, and you don't expect any favors, you and I can be the best of friends."
CHAPTER TEN
Every September, when Labor Day rolled around, Carl Pastrada invited all the members of the County Building and Maintenance Department on a picnic in nearby Pershing Park. Most people thought it was named after the general, but it was really named after a distant cousin of his, who had built the place.
When Carl Pastrada invited you to a picnic, and you worked under him, you came. His invitations were commands in disguise. It was a warm day for autumn, and there was beer everywhere. Everyone, including Manny Gellin, got more than a little high.
With so many people around, Eden knew Carl Pastrada would not attempt to become physical, and so she let go and also had more than a few beers. In fact, in spite of Carl's presence, everyone had a good time.
It was seven o'clock in the evening when the picnic broke up, and Eden was feeling a little whoozy.
"Hey, Manny, Jo Ann," Pastrada said to his deputy and his secretary. "Help me take Eden to my car. Then follow me in your cars. Jo Ann, does your husband know you might come home late?"
Jo Ann's husband had reconciled himself to the fact that his wife was being laid regularly by her boss, and if she was to keep her job with the money they so desperately needed, there wasn't a damned thing he'd be able to do about it.
"My husband knows I might be late," she admitted.
"Good girl. Come on, help me with Eden. Then, like I said, follow me to my house in your cars. We can all have a sort of nightcap.. The others did a good job of cleaning up before leaving."
"You have conscientious employees, Carl," Manny said.
"Yeah," Carl laughed. "If they were this conscientious in their work, everything'd be a lot better. The four of us are the only real hard workers in the entire department."
Carl Pastrada lived in a two family house, and the rent paid by the people who lived below him more than covered his taxes. If there was ever a man who knew how to squeeze the last dollar from anyone, it was Carl Pastrada. Though no one had ever seen him in the act of accepting a bribe, it was suspected that he had taken more than one big one in his time while working his way to the top. The rumor now was that he had more than enough money hidden away somewhere to retire.
Even though he lived in the upstairs section of the two family house, his own part of the house had two floors. Once the two cars following his had arrived at his house, Manny helped him carry Eden up the stairs. She was showing a lot of flesh that particular day, wearing only shorts and a halter, just like Jo Ann. Once they were inside the small house, the two men helped Eden up the stairs to the bedrooms, and at Carl's insistence, they had gone into the small bedroom next to the master bedroom, and there, Jo Ann had undressed Eden and tucked her naked body into the double bed that was there.
Eden, still a bit dizzy, gratefully allowed herself to be tucked into bed, though she wasn't sure just whose bed it was. For the moment, in spite of the realization she was naked, she felt herself descending into the arms of a soft, welcome sleep. Her own limbs were loose and relaxed. Now her entire body seemed to be molding itself to the mattress, her mind in a kind of limbo of pleasant, hazy thoughts.
"Thanks, Jo Ann," she murmured, hoping the gray-haired secretary was somewhere nearby to hear her.
Jo Ann stepped outside the room, where the two men were waiting.
"Well, how is she?" Pastrada asked.
"She's resting for the moment," Jo Ann replied. "But in a little while she'll snap out of her lethargic state."
"Think she'll get sick or something?"
"No. She can hold her beer pretty well," Jo Ann replied.
"Well then, when she wakes up, I guess she's gonna need some comforting, huh."
Jo Ann knew better than to disagree with her employer. She merely looked at him and finally said, "Yes, Carl, she'll need comforting. If anyone is capable of comforting her, I'm certain it's you."
"Whassa matter?" Carl asked. "Were you kinda hoping I'd save the action for you? Don't worry, kiddo. There's always tomorrow."
Though Jo Ann didn't feel anything even approaching love for Carl Pastrada, she did admit that he was a better lover than her own husband, which was the only other reason why she tolerated him and constantly submitted to him. The truth was, she had gotten all worked up at the picnic, and now that she hadn't been permitted to go home to her husband, she had been hoping Pastrada might take care of the burning desires in her, especially since Eden seemed temporarily incapacitated.
"She's all undressed and waiting for you, Carl," she told him.
"Thanks, Jo Ann, you're always there when I need you. A guy can't ask for a better secretary. Hey, you and Manny stick around for awhile. I might need some help from Manny later on. But until then, why don'tcha try to keep Manny entertained."
Without waiting for Manny's reply, Pastrada turned and walked into the small bedroom, his body burning with craving desire to get into Eden. Hell! For some reason he was never able to get enough of the lovely brunette. He loved to watch her at her desk in her cubicle, at work. She always behaved as if he weren't around. He liked that. It kept all the others guessing just what really went on between Eden and himself, whereas what he did with all the other females who worked under him was common knowledge. Hell! She might act like a frigid bitch in front of everyone else, but when he had her in his office with her panties down, she loved his cock powering its way into her cunt. She had more brains than to ever refuse a "request" of his, and it was obvious she loved being fucked when he finally buried his solid meat inside her.
"Hey, look," Manny said, watching the bedroom door close. "You don't have to do anything for me, Jo Ann."
"I'm not doing it for you, Manny," she told him, leading him into the master bedroom. "I'm doing if for me. You'll see what I mean. Of course, if you feel you don't want to do anything with me, that's another story. But before you make any decisions, I'd like you to see something."
She led him through the bedroom doorway, then shut the door. Then she said, "I think you'll find this very educational. Our fearless leader is one for electronic gadgetry, as you'll see. Even now, what's going on in the bedroom next door, is being recorded on videotape."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carl Pastrada stood behind the closed door of the small bedroom, watching Eden peacefully sleeping. At the moment, all he was able to see was her lovely face and her black hair, which had come loose for the first time since he had known her. It was spread across the white pillow. He also knew a videotape camera was recording everything, since he had started it going just before he had entered the room by flipping a control switch in his own bedroom. There were nights when he was alone in his bed that he loved watching videotapes of himself in bed with the different women he had fucked in the small room he was presently in.
Even though he had fucked Eden more than a dozen times, Pastrada was unable to control himself each time he saw her. Right now she was breathing evenly, and she looked, as always, so damned innocent. It was one of the reasons why he had always fucked her dogstyle before. This time though, he was going to do things differently, because all the beer he had swallowed made him feel different. This time he was going to enjoy her any and every damn way that pleased him, without having to worry that sometime in the next hour there would be an interruption because of work.
No dogstyle this time. This time he was going to taste that pussy of hers, and he was going to look at her when he fucked her. Then later on, he and Manny would fuck that innocence right out of her with the two of them sandwiched her between them. He had wanted Jo Ann entertaining Manny because he didn't want his deputy department head climaxing too quickly when he got into Eden, and Pastrada wanted a taped record of Manny fucking Eden to keep the two of them all the more securely under his control. Besides, it was obvious Jo Ann was clearly in need of a good cock, and he had the feeling Manny would make his secretary happy. He knew Jo Ann fucked for him ... Pastrada ... because she had to, and he knew her husband was aware of the relationship. It was time to make Jo Ann realize she was no more moral than anyone else. He was willing to bet she would break Manny down in almost no time, and at the same time reahze she wasn't the prim bitch she had always thought herself to be.
At the moment, Pastrada stood above Eden, watching her pale, sleeping face, and then he began pulling the covers back ever so carefully. Her eyes were still closed and it was obvious she was in a very deep sleep at the moment, yet she did move from time to time. Carl wondered just what it was she was dreaming of, conceited enough to believe his was the best cock she had ever enjoyed, and as a result, if her dreams were sexual, she had to be dreaming of him.
Eden's slender form with her large breasts lay sprawled out on top of the smooth white sheet, and the smooth, pillarly silken flesh between her thighs attracted his gaze. Her vaginal lips were glistening with leakage, and he knew it was the sap that lubricated her inner tunnel. She was dreaming something sexual, all right.
If Carl Pastrada had been capable of thinking of women in terms of goddesses, he would have thought Eden came as close to looking like one as any around. Still, lying there, totally naked, she did look fantastically arousing. His eyes hungrily focused on the sparse growth of hairs covering the exposed, but nevertheless tightly closed lips of her vagina.
Silently, he eased open the zipper on his fly, and reaching in, withdrew the thickly throbbing length of his powerful penile instrument. He was aware of its immense hugeness, his hand running over the blood-bloated head, feeling the way it was c tinu- ing to drip tiny splashes of thick seminal oil. Slowly he began pumping his length of hard penile spear, jerking it back and forth, his fist rubbing the corona again and again as he slowly walked around to the other side of the bed toward the quietly reposing body of his best inspector. He was aware she would probably struggle now that they weren't in the office. Here, for some reason, the women, aside from Jo Ann, never felt an obligation to continue giving him their pussies. The truth of the matter was, as far as he was concerned, they owed him their cunts at all times. But with all the others, resistance changed once he had jammed his cock into them, and they had always happily responded. This one wouldn't be any different. All he had to do was bury himself in her shuddering depths, and she, too, would start responding all over again, the way she did in the office after always reluctantly bending over and letting him fuck her cunt from the rear.
Pastrada dropped his pants to the floor, allowing the full length of his pulsatingly exposed member to stand out proudly, vibrating with his own salacious desires. There were occasions when he felt a tinge of pity for some of these females, and then his mind would return to the past, when his mother and his sisters used to make him do all the house work. They had stepped all over him, even when he had once sprained his wrist, not caring until his hand had become so swollen it had been impossible for him to use it. Even then, although he had been taken to the doctor by his father, he had received no pity from his mother or his sisters. Now his mother was in a home for the aged, and though she wrote him pleading with him for money, he ignored all her letters. His sisters had married, neither to well-to-do men, and though they also pleaded with him for financial assistance, he always turned them down. Garl Pastrada was devoid of pity for all females. If they were efficient and did their work, he would allow them to work in his department . . . provided they fucked. He had an unerring instinct for picking out the good workers he knew to be desperate enough to give him their bodies, always turning down the so-called goody-two-shoes-types with whom he knew he would never get anywhere. If there was the slightest doubt in his mind concerning a female applicant, he turned her down. Carl Pastrada was sure of all the women who worked for him, and with Eden, he had struck a gold mine of guality pussy.
He began hurriedly removing the rest of his clothing, tossing everything on a chair across the room, even more thrilled to know the video camera was grinding away, though he was unaware the two other people in his house were observing him. All those other times he had fucked Eden and had received pleasure simply from humiliating her. This time he was going to fuck for the sheer pleasure of fucking.
The head of Building Inspection and Maintenance stood where he was for a moment longer over Eden's motionless body. His hand continued stroking the throbbing length of his cock, though it was unnecessary since his swollen prick was as long and as hard as it was capable of growing. Still, just looking at her had him so thoroughly aroused, he almost had the urge to remain standing there, pulling on his cock until he came, shooting his sperm all over her body ... between her breasts, on her face, into her pubic hair. No! That really wouldn't be as much fun as fucking her. Nan! He knew just how tight her cunt felt when he fucked it from behind. Now he wanted to feel how tightly it grabbed when he fucked her from in 'front.
His eyes stared widely as he took in the magnificent view of Eden's swollen, milk white breasts, their marble smooth, blue-veined surfaces thrilling, arousing, and exciting him all the more. Reaching down, he moved his hands enjoyably over the twin mammarial wonders, tweaking her nipples with his hands until they awoke and swelled, enlarging beyond belief. They mechanically hardened under his caress even as the rest of her remained asleep.
Eden shifted slightly in her sleep beneath him, softly sighing and moaning as if aware of his presence, and Pastrada was certain she knew, even while asleep, that it was he who was caressing her. Yet it was obvious she was not yet ready to wake up. Obviously, this girl was a fairly heaver sleeper.
"Mike . . ." she murmured. "Mike, darling . . . that feels good ..." she mumbled thickly through the fog of the drugged sleep she was in. Alcohol was something she normally took in very small quantities, but being at the picnic, surrounded by so many others, Eden had recklessly had much more beer than she had intended, and as a result had gotten sleepy soon enough, and had been ready to sleep until the following morning, had she been left alone.
Although asleep, Eden, through her dreams, had heard Pastrada when he had entered the room, but it all had no meaning for her at that particular moment. She had forgotten where she was, and whom she was with. Aware of the nearness of a male, she had thought it to be Mike Malleson, whom she had been dating with a certain regularity. Though she had continually kept inspection checks on him to make sure his work was progressing according to correct safety standards, once she had been satisfied, she had issued him permit after permit so that his construction company was growing by leaps and bounds.
Mike always knew how to make love to her. He knew when to be soft and gentle and caressing with her, and he knew when to be rough and violent with her. Eden loved variety in her lovemaking, and Mike Malleson seemed to know every different way there was for making love. There were times when she liked to fantasize she was a helpless maid being raped, and there were other times when she wanted to think of herself as the mistress of a helpless male slave. Either way, he was always there, seeming to know what she wanted without her telling him, and always more than happy to do things her way.
At the moment she felt like a helpless harem girl who was displaying her nakedness to her lover. In her sleep she began dreaming of her helplessness, and she was certain Mike was able to see and understand just what it was she wanted.
She thinks I'm someone else, Carl snarled to himself. Well, as far as he was concerned, the bitch would find out differently soon enough before he was through with her.
He continued stroking his painfully throbbing lance of hard masculine muscle, allowing his other hand to continue examining the ripe fullness of her delightful breasts, enjoying the way her nipples had awakened to his touch even as the rest of her remained asleep. His hands wandered down over her flat belly to the softly fleshy folds of her tender vagina.
"OOOHHHNNN . . . MIKE . . . UUUNNN DARLLLINNN . . . YESSSSS____"she droned on. "TAKE ME . . . I'M YOUR SLAVE . . . YOUR HELPLESS VICTIM . . . AND NOW THAT I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU WANT ME, I'LL DO WHATEVER I CAN TO PLEASE YOU . . ."
Eden's nakedly tingling body was beginning to awaken now, becoming alert to the constant caresses of her employer as he continued tantalizing her cool flesh and building her interior into a hotbed of teeming desire. Every thrilled portion of her sudderingly exposed nakedness suddenly became achingly sensitized. She pushed the horrible idea that this might not be her new lover to the back of her mind, knowing this had to be Mike, since only Mike had ever touched her while she was asleep. Heavy droplets of moisture seeped from between the rosy pinkness of the trembling lips between her vaginal outer labia. Slowly but surely the defenseless, hair-lined lips of her trembling pussy began a slow, spasmodic contracting, throbbing delicately against each other impatiently waiting for more touching.
"UMMMM . . . YESSSS . . .THAT FEELS SO GOOD . . ." she sighed. "MORE...... TOUCH ME MORE . . . YES . . . RUB ME LIKE THAT . . . RUB ME THERE . . .AGAIN AND AGAIN . . . DON'T STOP . . .KEEP ON RUBBING MEEEE . . . OHHHHH . . . YESSSS JUST LIKE THAT . . . HUUNNHH . . . KEEP ON RUBBING MEEEE . . . OHHHHH .... YESSSSS .... JUST LIKETHAT . . . HUUUNNNHHH . . . KEEP ON DOING IT, KEEP ON DOING IT!!!"
Wonderful needlepoints of thrilling lust were continually traversing through the shuddering center of her aroused body. It was fabulously divine to feel this and to know she would be satisfied. She was always satisfied when a man made love to her, but more so when the man was Mike Malleson.
Above her, Carl Pastrada leered broadly, his lined, hard face once again becoming a lusting mask of inner yearning desire as he touched the wetly seeping pink flesh of the helpless woman who lay sleeping on the bed beneath him. He finally climbed onto the bed, kneeling on all fours and moving closer to her, enjoying the way her body shifted and tossed. His hands moved between the whiteness of her lovely thighs, pushing them unresistingly apart. Then, still kneeling, he crawled between her legs, feeling her ankles tightly pressing around his knees, his face a scant few inches direct- ly above the thrilling center of her dribbling sex. He stared at the nakedness of her pink, hair-surrounded cunt, watching the way the inner lips continued madly throbbing, and he was aware of saliva rushing into his mouth as he stared down at the silken black hairs that sparsely surrounded her vagina, flickering under his breath as if waving his mouth to come even closer.
Eden felt herself coming out of the stupor into which she had fallen. She didn't really want to awaken, but the arousal burning through her shuddering body was insisting on it. She was trying to open her eyes, doing her best to force the lids apart. She wanted to see Mike ... to look at his handsome, reassuring face. She tried, struggling, but somehow she was able to only open them the littlest bit. Through mere slits she was able to see the shadowy form of the man she believed to be her lover crouching between her helplessly spread thighs. The palms of his strong hands were pressing, pushing against the tender softness of her inner thighs, holding them far apart to the point of discomfort. Between her loins, her achingly wet and dribbling pussy ... the very essence of her femininity, was openly being presented to the man. It was a toy, a bauble of sorts for him to do with as he pleased, which was what she had subconsciously wanted from the first. She saw his head lowering slowly, slowly, slowly . . . and then he was doing to her that which Mike Malleson had done many times before. Yet it felt so different.
"OOONNNHHH!" she gasped, jerking her vagina upward, her entire inner self burningly aflame as his moistly probing lips closed over the softly trembling folds of her throbbingly aching vagina. He continually planted wet, tingling kisses, kisses that felt different from those he had always applied all those other times. At the moment it felt to her as if his mouth was actually attacking her vagina rather than making love to it. Yet she continued responding as the tongue kept on sliding up and down through the quiveringly wet curtains of her desire ridden vagina.
In the bedroom next door, Jo Ann put her finger to her lips, motioning to Manny Gellin to remain silent as they walked over to the twenty-five inch TV set at the foot of Carl's unmade bed. Manny was watching her, wondering just what it was she had in mind. She had already expressed a wish to become sexually involved with him, and if this was true, he would be the last one to deny her. Hell! All the teasing that had gone on at the picnic had aroused the hell out of him. Manny was married, but like most men who worked for his department, he was faithful to his wife for the most part because it wasn't in him to actually go looking for cunt on the outside. However when it was as openly presented to him as Jo Ann had presented hers to him by inviting him into this room, he would have been a fool to refuse. Hell! The minute they had walked into the room, she had pulled down his pants to make sure he wasn't going anywhere, and she had used the tip of her tongue to tease his cock into devilishly stiff hardness, making it throb. He remembered her saying something about a videotape camera when they had first walked into the room, but he had forgotten about it rapidly enough when she had started licking his prick.
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, she would rather fuck for Manny than Carl Pastrada, any day. Manny, though obviously unused to this kind of attention, was still treating her like a lady, letting her make all the first moves, which she preferred at this moment. Besides, Manny's cock even looked nicer than that of Pastrada. Not that it was really much longer or thicker. It was just whiter, and the head had more of a tint to it than the redness of Pastrada's.
Manny stood there wearing his tee shirt and nothing more, scratching his head, looking at Jo Ann. She was a puzzle to him, but he had to admit that the way she was constantly surprising him was always pleasant. He knew her well enough to know she was carrying out Pastrada's orders, but she was doing it willingly, and he liked it. He found himself in a continually building state of sexual turmoil, and he knew before he left this room, his cock would be spurting somewhere inside Jo Ann.
"What are you doing now?" he asked.
"Turning on the TV set so we can watch what's going on in the other room as it's being recorded," she told him. "While we watch, you can fuck me," she laughingly whispered to him, reaching out and gently fondling the bobbing staff of his nakedly exposed penis. At the same time she proceeded to un- dress with her other hand, pulling down her slacks and taking off her polo shirt. Underneath, she had panties and a brassiere on, but in no time she had them off as well, and Manny had to admit, for a woman who was over forty, she kept her body in damn good shape.
"Have you ever fucked dog style?" she asked him.
"Once in awhile," he admitted.
"Well, Carl does it so often to me, it's the one position which I'm most comfortable in."
She turned around and bent over, standing with her hands on her knees, presenting her rather full buttocks to him. She was aware of his hands tightly gripping her ass cheeks, and then the rubbery tip of his penis was pressing into her cunt from behind. She lifted her eyes and looked at the TV screen, and from the way he had not yet started to pump, she knew Manny was looking at the screen as well.
She stayed that way for a few minutes, then pulled the cover off the bed and rolled it up, placing it beneath her knees as she sank to the floor, taking him down with her. This way they still had a good view of what was happening in the other room, but they were able to physically enjoy each other at the same time.
"Will you look at that!" Manny gasped, pushing his throbbing length of hard cock as far into the wetly sucking tunnel of Jo Ann's cunt as it was able to go.
Her vaginal membranes quickly surrounded his pulsing cock and began tightly squeezing it. Yes, it was definitely a comfortable cock, and there was no question but that he would bring her to her satisfaction quickly enough.
"Son of a bitch, will you look at that!" Manny gasped, feeling the way Jo Ann's squeezing cuntal muscles began pulling on the length of his pulsating penis. "Hey, we can see what's happening in the next room. It's Carl and Eden. The son of a bitch is sucking her pussy, but she seems asleep. Does he do things like this all the time?"
"He almost never sucks my cunt," Jo Ann adm-ditted.
On the screen, and in the next room where the atmosphere was humid with sexual sweat, Carl Pastrada continued working hungrily, feeling the wetness of Eden's soft, pubic hair wetly brush all the more tantalizingly against his cheeks. Eden's elbows were pressed solidly against her sides, and her head was lolling helplessly this way and that as her own hands slowly, unconsciously began moving. They traveled across- the fullness of her breasts, feeling the way her nipples sensuously throbbed, and then they slid over the flatness of her stomach, sliding into her crotch and coming to rest on either side of her vaginal lips. Automatically, she arched her body upward a little, pushing her fingers downward and spreading the soft labia of her vagina farther apart, exposing the soaking wet inner furrow all the more completely to the man's hungrily sucking mouth. Her rich, redly inflamed inner womanly meat glistened with her secretions.
Eden groaned huskily, the sound coming from the depths of her aching throat as the heatedly probing tonguetip seekingly slammed itself violently into her, then pulled out so it was able to flatly slap itself against the extended button of her clitoris, his lips sucking, drawing against the warmly pulsing folds, pulling them deeper and deeper into the heated cavern of his mouth. Slowly the searingly tantalizing tongue worked its sensuous way up, down, and then around the full length of the narrowly soaking swamp of her seeping pussy, starting at the very top and sliding over the jerking clitoris, moving closer and closer to the tight-rimmed opening of her lewdly puckering vagina. There, it paused momentarily and then continued lower, moving down to the sensuous crevice between her flexing buttocks. It stabbed out to touch her anal pucker, and when she gasped and stiffened her body, the tongue retraced the path it had previously followed. The lovely Eden's hips were continually grinding up and down into the mattress of the bed, whose springs were noisily squeaking, her lips wide open to allow the soft, kittenlike sounds to escape from between her passion-clenched teeth.
"Sheesh! Will you look at that!" Manny gasped, finding himself totally overcome by the sight of his superior on the TV screen lewdly licking the rich, wet pink cunt of the lovely girl who worked in their department as an inspector.
Manny was not a man given to peeping, but when something was presented this openly to him, he would have been foolish not to watch. It was obvious Jo Ann wanted him to watch as he fucked her, so he decided to put away any Puritanism that might try to rise inside him.
Just looking at Carl in action made him decide then and there that his superior had to be the single most sexually perverse man he had ever known. The fact that he would take advantage of a female who was asleep at a time like this only when to prove it. Jo Ann seemed almost as perverse in her desire for him to witness this while his own cock had its full length totally buried in the depths of her shuddering vagina. The fact that it was Carl and Eden on the screen convinced him the event was taking place right now. Still, to confirm it, he asked, "Is that happening in the next room?"
He groaned as he continued wildly fucking into the wagging, swaying cunt of Jo Ann while she continued staring at the screen. She knew Manny was as captivated by the sight as she.
"Naturally," she told him. "You seem so concerned about what's happening on the screen, you aren't even properly pumping into me. Maybe you'd rather see it taking place in the flesh than on a TV screen."
She surprised Manny by suddenly pulling away from him, letting his bloated cock, surrounding as it was with the moisture from her cunt, feel the coolness of the air around him. Manny, confused by everything that was suddenly happening, reach- ed out and tried pulling Jo Ann's cunt back on his cock, but at the same time he continued watching what was taking place on the TV screen. He had to admit, Eden had one helluva lovely cunt, and Carl Pastrada was licking it wildly. But then, Carl did everything wildly.
"She really loves that, doesn't she," Manny said.
"Haven't you ever done that to a woman?" Jo Ann asked.
"No," Manny admitted.
"All women love to feel something like that. I just wish Carl would do that with me more often."
"He's sure going at it hot and heavy," Manny admitted.
Totally naked, Jo Ann got to her feet and she made Manny stand, as well. She pulled him along behind her, leading him to the bedroom door, opening it, stepping out into the hallway.
"Hey, where are we going?" he asked.
"Right next door so you can get a closeup view of everything that's taking place," she said to him.
"Hey, won't Carl get angry if we just walk in?"
"Carl is too busy to even notice us. You'll see."
Jo Ann was hoping Carl would be too busy to notice them. She knew her boss would have preferred being alone with Eden, but she was so hot from looking at what he was doing to the brunette that she decided if she and Manny were in the same room, it might stimulate Manny to be more active sexually. Hell! She certainly was in dire need of satisfaction.
She was also curious to see how Manny, who had admitted to never lapping a pussy, would react to watching a master like Carl do it. Would it turn the man off, or would he get the idea and maybe get a few licks in on Jo Ann's cunt?
In any case, it was certain when the two of them walked into the next bedroom, whatever happened would be interesting. Maybe if Manny got some ideas from the way Carl behaved, and he proceeded to implement them on her own body, then Carl would see she was a woman who needed more than dogstyle fucking, too. She certainly deserved more than that, considering how faithfully she had worked for Carl all these years. Aside from all the sexual liberties he had taken with her, Carl Pastrada had to admit she had been one helluva secretary. What was more, by now, Carl ought to be made to realize she was just about irreplacable.
She finally reached the door to the small guest bedroom and opened it just enough so that she and Manny Gellin were able to peer inside. Manny was standing directly behind her, looking over her smooth shoulder, and she was gratified to feel the heat of his breath in her hair near her ear and to feel his blood-swollen penis probing, rubbing between the cheeks of her ass, moving downward, seeking out the tender cleft of the crypt into which it had been so securely buried not too much earlier.
Good! she thought to herself. Manny still wanted her. Maybe he would want her after office hours sometimes, provided Carl didn't have need of her. Hell! She was unfaithful to her husband already, did it matter whether only one additional cock plumbed her depths, or ten? She thought not.
On the bed in the room, Carl Pastrada, totally unaware the other two were observing him from the slightly open door, pursed his lips, completely oblivious to anything and everything other than the throbbing, clasping opening beneath his swirling tongue. He knifed his tongue straight down into it, bringing a low, guttural moan from the delighted young woman beneath him. Her soft, warm, white thighs closed automatically, convulsively around his lewdly moving head. He was most definitely aware of the soaking wet flesh of her molten pussy slipping soddenly around the length of his extended oral organ. At the same time the moist walls of her lustfully invaded vagina began opening and closing in an answering, sucking motion, as though they were attempting to pull him deeper and deeper inside.
Eden's ankles crossed behind Pastrada's back, and her heels pushed down against his naked spine, forcing his head even closer between her thighs, causing his tongue to sink even more deeply into the willing wet trap of her vaginal flesh, making it all the more difficult for him to breathe. His straight nose pushed solidly against the penislike extension of her quivering clitoris above, and he deeply breathed in the pungence of her heatedly flowing pussy liquid. His throbbing cock was so stiff and so hard that he was certain it would go totally out of control in a matter of seconds. He didn't want to waste his sperm. He intended shooting it into Eden's belly, and that was all there was to it.
"UUUNNNHHH . . .HHHAANNHH .... OOONNNHHH ..." the helpless brunette moaned beneath him, still half-asleep, not quite certain what was going on.
Abruptly, Pastrada unwound her ankles from behind him, grabbed her flailing legs under her knees, and shoved them all the way back, exposing the full richness of her cunt. This was the first time he had ever fucked her this way, and he was determined to make the most of itf He was going to enjoy every last little bit of it, he was. He moved his body higher, pressing his weight against her bent forward shins. At the same time, the swollen mass of his lust-stiffened penis brushed against the soaking wet surface of her sparse pubic hair. The man reached out and placed his hands firmly on her shoulders, gripping them tightly as he felt her toes digging into his ribs. The entire pale expanse of her wide open vagina was now completely presented to him, the soddenly wet cuntflesh held wide apart by the pressure of his body against her shins.
In a still semi-alcoholic daze, Eden thought the man above her was her lover, Mike Malleson, and yet . . . yet . . . something seemed definitely wrong and out of place. He was so much more demanding than she had expected. He was rough, and not the gentle person she had expected, for even when treating her roughly, Mike Malleson always knew when it was time to be gentle. Not so at the present time. Her lover was being harsh, almost cruel, and yet her body, titillated by the workings of his tongue, aroused and filled with desire, needed the satisfaction of a good cock.
At the moment she was aware of only one thing very clearly aside from her own need, and that was the hard length of cock that now lay against her vibrant cunt. She never even thought to equate what was happening to her with Carl Pastrada, since Pastrada had always had her kneeling like a bitch before, while he mounted her like a hound. The twitching head of the desire-bloated phallus moved back and forth, sliding along the length of her cunt, slipping, then moving forward into the crack between her asscheeks. It began a slow, tormenting, violently arousing teasing, moving through her entire seething feminine slit, making her twist and turn her hips, gyrating down toward the tip of the throbbing organ. Her hungrily yearning pussy began searching desperately for the hard, blood-filled tip. She had to feel that cock slamming itself inside her belly at any cost, she had to feel it.
A blind panic suddenly seized the fogged mind of the horizontal brunette, and her hand suddenly reached down beneath the quaking cheeks of her buttocks and she grasped the full length of the cock, aware of how like a rigid stone it felt. Her tightly closed fist gripped it and began pulling on it, yanking it even closer to her arching cunt, determined to have the organ buried all the way inside her body.
As she stroked, the thought came to her that this was definitely not Mike Malleson. Her vision had not yet cleared sufficiently for her to think just who it might be, and still she didn't even think of
Carl Pastrada. Nevertheless, because of the throbbing and twitching in her gripping fist, she knew she had to have this throbbing organ buried inside her. She really needed it, all of it, and she let it slide through the valley between her buttocks, bringing it closer and closer to her vagina, never once letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised directly against the palpitating lips of her tingling cunt. She held the organ there with one slim hand, then reached forward with the other, gripping the man's right buttock tightly, and then she tugged on it with all her feminine strength in an effort to pull him into her and let him drown the strange compulsive heat that burned in her nakedly shivering belly.
"YEAH, THATTA GIRL, THATTA GIRL" Carl muttered.
"Hunh . . . who are you . . . who are you?" she wanted to know, mumbling, straining to open her eyes wide and to clear the haze in front of them. But she knew, whoever it was, she had to make him slide that enormous blunt-ended length of his solid penis all the way into the depths of her waiting inner womanhood.
"You really want it, don'tcha?" Carl gasped.
"YES," she whimpered. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD ... DO IT NOW!!!" she insisted, gasping out the lewd, lascivious words, feeling them coming from the depths of her panting lungs.
Eden had never really thought of herself as a wanton creature. She knew she was physical, and she knew she had desires that needed satisfying, but she had never thought of herself as being overly demanding, or really meretricious. Now, for the first time, her befogged mind wondered if it was at all possible that she might indeed be a sinful female. The liquor had dulled her senses, otherwise she would never have even considered thinking such thoughts. But half-drunk as she was, and still a quarter asleep, she wondered if a decent woman would use such four letter words so freely. Even as she wondered all this, she shouted out loud, "DO IT, DAMN YOU! GIVE IT TO ME!"
She had known lust before, but it had never affected her this powerfully. It was as if her constant affairs were becoming druglike, and she was getting to the point where she needed satisfaction more than ever. Some people took uppers, others shot smack, and she needed an injection of cock with regularity. She felt her flesh actually melting in its wanting need to be fucked, and she found herself reveling in what she thought of, at the moment, as her depravity.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Manny said out loud, gasping as he continued staring from the doorway. "WILLYA LOOK AT HER GO!"
He had seen very few women in his life, that is, he had seen few from a sexual point of view, and looking at someone so totally overwhelmed and surrounded by sex as Eden, he was unable to accept it as casually as Jo Ann was taking it. Jo Ann was a highly sensuous woman herself, and though she would never admit that she believed Eden to be even more sensuous, she outwardly insisted she was able to give any other woman a good run for her money.
Manny wildly slammed his cock forward, bucking the entire length of it into Jo Ann's tight pussy, feeling her thighs spread themselves all the wider to accommodate him as she stood bent forward in front of him. Her large, rounded hips were already wiggling from side to side as she massaged the walls of her vagina solidly around the penis that continued thrusting its way in and out of her internal tunnel.
Bug-eyed, Manny took in the bewildering scene before him, still unable to accept such rampant lascivity from women he had always thought of as decent in spite of the fact that they had been forced onto Carl Pastrada's office couch. Unable to resist all this overpowering lust any longer, he began slamming his cock vibrantly in and out of Jo Ann's pulsing cunt, feeling as if whole new vistas of lust had been opened to him. He freely pumped his hips back and forth as if they were on swivels, ramming the full length of his thick, long cock into the tightly skewering hair-lined opening of the pussy of the woman bent over in front of him. He felt like a man who had finally discovered the promised land of cunt. Anything was really possible, even this which was happening now. Hell! If he was able to fuck Jo Ann, then he would probably also be able to fuck Eden, though he knew he would have to wait until Carl was finished with her.
With an almost cruelly devilish motion, Jo Ann, who didn't want to watch Carl fucking another female, slipped her soaking cunt from the tooling length of Manny's throbbing prong. She turned around and knelt in front of the dark-haired man, bringing her lovely face level with the length of throbbing prick sticking out before her.
"Hey, why'd you do that?" Manny gasped.
"Stay calm," she told him. "We'll make you happy, lover. What you need is for this cock of yours to be wetted down a bit more."
By sucking his hard cock, not only did she not have to look at what Carl and Eden were doing, but she would be able to control his climax. She wanted to prolong this exciting event for him as much as possible, intent on making him think of her as more than Carl Pastrada's secretary, for once he came inside her, and it didn't matter into which hole he came, then he would feel as if there were some kind of bond between them.
With a kind of fiendish delight she darted her tongue out to meet his lewdly glistening length of throbbing cock, tasting her own inner vaginal secretions on the bole of the organ as her tongue licked around the coronal rim. It was a long cock, all right. She hadn't realized how long from merely feeling it plugging into her cunt from the rear. Now that she was looking at it, she realized it was longer than Carl's penis, and she was able to grip it with both hands and still have room left over. One hand slid down and cupped the balls while her other hand pulled on the cock and she slurped the organ into her mouth, headfirst, allowing that wonderful blunted tip to be gently massaged by her lips and the soft, dark inner wetness of her oral cavity.
"UUUUUNNNGGGGHHHAAANNGGH!" With a perversity that he felt bordered on absolute madness, Manny continued keeping his eyes on what was taking place on the bed before him, which tantalized him even more because of the way Jo Ann created a thoroughly tantalizing atmosphere of emotion by tugging and pulling with the power of her delighted lips.
Manny watched Eden, spreadeagled on the bed, was thrilling to the feeling of her softly aching vaginal lips being pushed wider and wider apart. The elastic-rimmed tightness of her sucking labia seemingly resisted for a moment, then finally gave way before the ultimate driving pressure.
Eden groaned. The cock felt so nice and hard thrusting itself into her body. He shoved forward one more time, and she let out another deep groan, letting him know of her desire to be toally penetrated.
Eden struggled to open her eyes more, to bring herself to full wakefulness to know who this man was who was insistently fucking her as she lay here in a dazed condition. It hardly seemed the thing a decent man would do, yet her body was so in need of his cock, decency was no longer something that mattered.
At that moment, Carl rammed forward into her, shoving with all the strength in his aching body. He sank the full length of his lust-bloated cock all the way into her, right to the hilt, feeling his testicles slap tightly against the little pucker of the lovely brunette's twitching anus. Eden screwed herself forward, her ass rubbing against the mattress as the abruptness of the hard cock's forced entry into her aching body made her gasp. Her shuddering legs strained far apart, jerking wide open on either side of Carl's passion-strained body as her shins pulled out from beneath his torso and her feet kicked wildly into the air. That was when her mind cleared and she saw it was Carl who was fucking her. Carl! The deviate! Carl! The perverted, crazy man who headed the civil service section for which she worked. Carl, who had fucked her ass backwards so many times, she was finding it impossible to believe it was he fucking her in this missionary position, right now.
"Carl!" she gasped. "You must be insane! You did this to me while I was asleep!"
"Yep!" Pastrada nodded, holding her there for a long moment, feeling her body still accepting him even if the look on her face at that moment was one of loathing.
He enjoyed listening to the mewls and whimpers of lustful delight coming from the depths of her aching throat. Like always, she didn't want to do anything, at first, but when he had his big cock going inside her, it made all the difference in the world.
Beneath him, Eden continued writhing her body, realizing she was moving in time to the way he was thrusting into her. Her senses were returning to her clearly now, and she remembered the picnic and her foolishness of having had too much to drink. All she had to do was let her guard down for a second, and a man would take advantage of her as Carl was doing, right now.
Each little bit of movement on her part felt as if Carl's stiff cock was sliding a little deeper into her. Everything she did seemed to excite the man so much more, and the faster his cock moved inside the tightness of her cunt, the more Eden was aroused. The tightening walls of her clasping vagina squeezing around his cock only urged him to fuck all the more vibrantly into her. The lovely woman was able to feel every last little bit of his cock, every ridge, every nerve, every vein, every tube within it as it pressed into the raging depths of her. It was almost as if this were the first time he was fucking her, and she realized, it was because this was the first time he was fucking her with her having to look at him that it felt so different. The one advantage of his having continually dog-fucked her was her not having to see his gruesome face.
"OJUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH..... MR. PASTRADA . . . EASY .... GO .... . EASY ..." she gasped, knowing it would be useless to plead with him to stop.
Pastrada didn't even bother replying to her. He already felt her interior melting delightfully around the length of his deeply embedded phallic lance. He flexed his throbbing cock high against the inside of her, slowly and deliberately, causing the thrilling sparks of pleasure in her to grow into a subburst of lust. She ground her body beneath him like a wildly trapped animal, her wetly clinging cuntal flesh answering every bit of pressure from the thrusts of his vibrant penis. Her walls opened and closed, opened and closed, again and again her cunt sucked on his cock, slurping the entire length of it as deeply into her as was humanly possible.
Without moving, the shuddering Carl Pastrada continued the vibrantly slow, rhythmic thrusts of his cock, flexing the organ and causing her to ride up and down the length of the organ. Her upward movement caused it to skewer itself to the deepest part of her trembling belly. He was barely able to contain himself as her groans and moans of gasping pleasure began resounding throughout the room. Carl had to admit, fucking her this way was as much fun as the other way. Sometimes it was good to fuck for the sake of the act itself and not merely the humiliation of another female.
He watched with infinite satisfaction as the lovely, churning body of Eden Stark continued responding to his driving thrusts. Hell! He was still her number one lover ... or so he thought.
Eden shuddered beneath him, letting him know she was becoming more and more caught up in the overpowering delight of his driving cock as it slowly but surely gave way to swamping salacity. She rotated her lovely hips from side to side around the length of his heatedly impaling organ, dilating her vagina in time to the thrusting movements of the driving penis. The fire of his thrilling contact with her secretly frustrated vaginal flesh spread throughout her entire body, making Eden all the more aware of the need for Carl's cock at the moment. Any port in a storm, and any cock in a crisis, and right now she was having an internal crisis. Sensation rippled through her wonderfully awakened vagina, reaching from her curling inner vaginal lips to her extremities as sparks danced wildly through her entire body, setting off every nerve-ending inside her.
The drive of his cock made her feel more and more aroused, and Eden had to admit, there was nothing like a good fuck, even if she hated the man fucking her. Her thoughts of Carl, the man, receded before the driving thrill of Carl's thick cock as it filled her.
Manny was hardly able to contain himself as he watched the pelvis of his best female building inspector churn, screwing itself against the driving length of Carl Pastrada's rock-solid phallic spire. The deputy head of the department was almost able to imagine what Eden's cunt felt like, and in spite of himself, he began imagining Jo Ann's mouth, tightly clinging to the surging length of his aching, throbbing cock, was actually the constricting funnel of Eden's narrow vaginal tube. As far as he was concerned, Manny thought of the pressure around the barrel of his hot shaft as the muscles in Eden's eunt rather than the pressure of Jo Ann's jaws. Had Jo Ann known what was going on in Manny's mind at that moment, she would have castrated him with her teeth.
Manny stared at the couple on the bed, clearly seeing the lust-swollen labia, surrounded by hair, themselves opening to enlarge her inner slit as her body pulled tantalizingly away from Carl's cock. Eden's pussy clung to the monorail of flesh like the mouth of a sucking leech, sliding wetly down the rigid length of his cock for several inches, then seemingly nibbling back up, pushing the dark hair on her groin against the salt and pepper cluster on Carl Pastrada's groin. The sight had Manny aflame with greater desire.
"OHHHHH . . . AAAAGGGGGGGHHH!" he softly moaned, not really caring any longer if the couple fucking away so assiduously on the bed heard his groans.
It no longer seemed to matter to him that he was invading his superior's privacy ... that there were now four of them in one room ... that he and Jo Ann were only a scant few feet away from the two on the bed.
Carl Pastrada was so engrossed in what he was enjoying that he had no time to look at the other pair in the room. His mind blanked them out as he looked down and saw the smile of rapture creasing Eden's lips. Now, in this position, he was able to see how he was dominating her, making her enjoy what he was doing to her. Her movements were becoming faster and faster as the seconds flew by, her violent upthrusts against his hairy body hitting him with almost hammerlike blows, becoming overpoweringly urgent. She moved like a woman who was inwardly possessed by shuddering demons, her teeth now nibbling on the delineated softness of her lower lip. She was awake, she knew who he was, and she was straining to attain her satisfaction. He knew it! As far as Pastrada was concerned, he was still the greatest.
Deep inside her, he felt his throbbing cock sluicing against the wet sucking of her vaginal walls as they clenched the length of him. She continued bucking madly up and down, hurling her feminine center against his masculine crotch as his pounding phallic javelin continued burying itself inside her to the utmost. With a deep-throated cry she began vibrating uncontrollably, wet lubricity now pour- ing from the depths of her inner tunnel, drowning his probing penis with its all-too-sticky warmth and trickling its way to the narrow crevice of her lewdly upturned buttocks.
"THATTA GIRL, THATTA GIRL!" Carl Pastrada urged. "COME ON, BABY, HIT THE TOP OF THE WORLD. YOU CAN DO IT WITH MY COCK INSIDE YOU," he shouted, going berserk above her as she continued grinding herself spasmodically against him.
Eden bit her teeth tightly together, feeling the overpowering spasms shoot through her body as she jerked, quivered, and then, unable to restrain herself any longer, yelled, "EEEYYYAAGH . . . HHHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHH . . . AAAARRRRGGGGHHH . . . YYYAAANNNG GGHHHHAAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGHH . . . . AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
Reaching forward, Pastrada dug his fingers into Eden's shoulders and held on tightly for better leverage as he continued pounding his thick, driving penis into her with such power, Eden thought she might be ripped up the middle as if by a buzz-saw. Helplessly, she continued to cry out her pleasure as her heels began digging holes in the mattress beneath her. She yelled again and again, unable to control herself. The widespread slit between her slender white thighs were unable to get enough of the cock driving into her, or so it seemed. She yearned for more and more of the insanely driving phallic lance, thinking of it as moving through all kinds of tidal waves of orgasm to reach her and build newer, greater sensations in her trembling body.
"GONNA SHOOT . . . GONNA SHOOT . . ."
Carl bellowed, and then, with a long, loud, "YYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAANN-NNGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAAGGG-AAAGGGHHH!" he began spurting his seed into her sodden vaginal enclave. Again and again he wildly fired into her, spurting heavy gouts of streaming white semen into her tunneling depths. Splash followed splash inside Eden, setting her off again.
Manny, watching the entire scene, was going totally berserk. He slammed his cock all the more deeply down Jo Ann's throat, and that was when the grey haired secretary found she was climaxing.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jo Ann had never climaxed with a penis in her gullet before. For the first time in all the years she had been sucking either her husband's or her employer's cock, she thought it was possible for a woman to attain an orgasm with a penis in a part of her body other than her vagina. The cock pushing into the depths of her gullet was stiff and solid, and it continued massaging the nerve-endings in there, making her choke and gag. When Manny would have pulled his cock from her mouth for fear of strangling her, Jo Ann gripped his buttocks and firmly held him in place until he had given her the last ounce of pleasure she was able to receive. Then, and only then, did she allow him to withdraw his penis. She noticed it was still as solid as a lighthouse, and the secretary knew Manny Gellin wasn't going to be shooting his sperm down her throat.
On the bed, Eden was almost weeping, in need of more climactic solace, but Carl Pastrada was totally incapable of giving it to her.
"MORE!" she was gasping. "GIVE ME MORE ... I NEED MORE."
Once aroused, Eden needed a multiple series of orgasms to fully satisfy her. In the office, with Carl Pastrada, when he fucked her dogstyle, and she was unable to actually see him. She had one vibrant orgasm after another before he finally unleashed his sperm into her trembling self. But this time, her senses had been dulled by sleep, and awakening as she had, the brunette found herself enjoying the throes of her first overpowering peak, and yet she was unable to achieve additional climaxes because Pastrada had shrunk and was pulling out of her. Tiny, relentless sparks of thrilling desire continued filling her straining mb, and she struggled against the softness Carl Pastrada's already deflated penis, hoping so enow to make it stiff so he would be able to continue.
Then it happened!
Pastrada's temporarily limp body was being tugged from her helplessly aroused inner loins. He was being shunted aside on the bed, and another man was taking his place. Eden, beside herself with the need for further satisfaction, trying to attain yet another orgasm that seemed so close, welcomed him. She was kicking her long legs out wide in the air, hooking her hands into the underside of her knees to keep her loins stretched as wide apart as possible.
"HURRY . . . HURRY . . . " she gasped.
"Don't you worry, honey," Manny told her, "We'll get you through all this and give you all the pleasure your heart desires."
Jo Ann, somewhat exhausted herself from her own oral orgasm, remained on her knees on the floor, but facing the bed, watching the proceedings with interest. She was sorry she had been unable to make Manny climax before she had attained orgasm, but it had been a totally unexpected orgasm, one she never would have believed possible. Unlike Eden, one climax at a time was enough for Jo Ann.
Eden's hands were pulled away, replaced by two other powerful hands, and she gasped as she realized the naked-from-the-waist man on top of her was Manny Gellin. He was smiling at her, leaning close to her, his hungering eyes narrow, hazy slits of lusting desire. Manny was the one person she hadn't expected to do this to her. Not that she objected, but Manny just didn't seem like the type to her. Seeing him this way froze her for a moment, and she lay there, totally immobile beneath the black-haired man.
"Manny!" she finally gasped.
His flushed face continued staring down at her for what seemed a long, long time. There was desire written on his countenance, totally unreasoning desire that let Eden know there was no way she was going to get this man off her ... though at this moment she had no desire to do so. He was between her widespread thighs, poised and ready to bury himself all the way into her.
"GO ON, MANNY," Jo Ann whispered, encouraging him from the floor where she was still on her knees. TUCK HER! MAKE HER FEEL AS GOOD AS YOU MADE ME FEEL. YOU CAN DO IT!"
Jo Ann got to her feet and sat beside Carl Pastrada, gently fondling his genitals, not trying to arouse him for the moment, but simply caressing him in a way that would make him feel good.
"Hey, yeah . . . Manny . . . you go ahead and give it to her now that I had my shot at her. She's good, really good. Go on, see if you can add your own load to what I've already pumped into her," Pastrada urged, trying to catch his breath.
Manny didn't care that the other two were watching what he was doing. All he knew was, at this moment he had to explore the burning inner depths of Eden's cunt and discover for himself if she felt as good around his cock as she had looked when her cunt had swallowed up the blood-engorged member of Carl Pastrada.
The widely gaping plane of the beautiful brunette's pussy was being offered to him like some kind of roast on a platter, only this was one roast he wasn't going to eat. He was going to skewer it, instead, and he was going to love every last bit of it. The openness of her coral flesh was a tantalizing invitation; an invitation Manny had no intention of refusing. He didn't care that Pastrada had been into her first. What mattered was that he was about to go into her now.
Beneath him, the lovely brunette was still quivering with steaming want and need. Hot, molten twinges worked their way through her inner cunt, letting her know how badly she needed to be fucked. There was no shame or humiliation in" doing this. As far as she was concerned, Manny was doing her a favor. She needed his cock, and if he was able to control himself long enough, she would have her full complement of climaxes. At this moment she was willing to take on the entire male contingent in her department. She had never been a prude, and wasn't ashamed of the fact that she enjoyed fucking, though inwardly she had to admit that she preferred fucking with Mike Malleson to anyone else. Still, to paraphrase the words from an old musical, if she was unable to fuck the cock she wanted, she'd fuck the cock at hand. Desire burned and fired its way through her shuddering form, and her head lolled gently from side to side as she felt frustration ready to overtake her if she wasn't totally satisfied. Eagerness filled her and made her quiver as her eyelashes fluttered again and again.
"TUCK ME, MANNY!" she finally gasped, hissing the words out between tightly clenched teeth, the flames of wanton lust continuing to lick through her loins, spurred on by the fact that Manny was there to help her now that Pastrada was temporarily useless.
Through her own glazed eyes, Eden was able to see the other two, sprawled on the bed beside her. Jo Ann was fondling the limp, sticky length of their boss's cock, and Eden smiled to think it was her own body that had made it limp. Right now though, the only thing that really mattered was the unfulfilled lust continuing to rage out of control in the depths of her heatedly pulsing cunt.
Manny needed no further invitation. He was going to get into Eden stark at last. His somewhat muscular body hurled itself on the mounded softness of the lovely woman's twisting nakedness, pushing the fullness of her swollen breasts solidly against her chest as the thick pole of his lust-maddened prick sank very easily into her waiting cunt, the seminal fluid left there by Pastrada oiling the way. He thrilled to the feel of her clinging walls being pushed aside in rippling waves as his driving head slammed all the way in.
"YOU'RE FANTASTIC!" he gasped to her, feeling how tight she was inside in spite of the slickness created by Pastrada's deposit.
"YOU'RE . . . UUUNNNHHH . . .ALL RIGHT, YOURSELF . . . OOONNNHHH she gasped, crying aloud, surprised by the wonderful length and breadth of the man as his blood-bloated organ reached deeper into her body.
The burning inner tissues of her clinging walls greedily clasped themselves around his throbbing staff as his testicles, dangling low for the moment, slapped into the crack between her ass cheeks, rubbing against her anal pucker. In less than thirty seconds, the scrotum began tightening, pulling his balls into his groin.
Eden groaned with relief at being filled by a cock once again. She wantonly reveled in the thrilling sensation of having her pussy stretched so nicely as Manny began a heavy, deep thrusting into her lust-expanded vaginal well. Eden's mouth opened wide in abandoned rapture, and now that Manny was pumping all the more solidly into her, it didn't take too long for what she wanted, to happen. She had been so close before, and now the next climax was rising, mounting, building higher and higher while Manny's swollen prong dug into the sucking tightness of her shuddering flesh like an uncontrolled jackhammer.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAARRR-GGGHHHAAANNNHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHHOOOHHH!" she screamed, long and loud.
"HAAAAARDERRRRR . . . FUCKKK . . . FUCKKK ... FUCK ME . . . FUCK MEEEEE . . . YYYAAANNNGGGHHHUUUGGGHH!" she gasped, as yet another orgasm immediately overwhelmed her. "MORRRE . . . MORRRE . . . GIVE ME MORRRE ..." she pleaded, her voice gasping, shrill with overpowering passion.
Flood after flood of orgasmic juices were being released, and then she felt her lips being rubbed by something very familiar. At first it was soft and yielding, and when she let it fall into her mouth she chewed rather than sucked. She tasted sperm, but more than that, she tasted herself as she realized she was sucking Carl Pastrada's cock, feeling it slowly stiffening and lengthening while in her mouth.
When the organ was half-hard, Pastrada began pumping wildly, thrusting heavily in and out, in and out, speeding his newly aroused penile lance to the far reaches of her throat. This was the first time Pastrada had shoved his cock into Eden's mouth, and he had to admit it felt good. True, as far as he was concerned, Jo Ann was a better blow job artist, but what he was feeling at the moment was nice enough.
Eden coughed and sputtered, then groaned and pulled Pastrada's cock even more deeply into her gullet as she felt yet another orgasm overwhelm her. She was shooting climaxes faster than an AK 47 shot bullets. Two male cocks, in two different orifices, both filling her as much as possible, were definitely better than either one alone. In fact, she enjoyed the feeling of the two even more than the single cock of Mike Malleson, though she would have preferred Mike's cock to any other penis, if given a choice of one cock, and one cock only.
Another wild, tingling shot through her as she spasmed again, inwardly shooting skyward. Thrills not only permeated her body itself, but charged through her hair, her fingernails, and through the lips she was using to suck. Her mouth stretched very wide to take the breadth of Pastrada's hard cock as it continued stiffening in her mouth. At the same time, her taut vagina was squirting out a mixture of her own lubrication and Pastrada's seminal fluid as it solidly gripped the pumping length of Manny's driving penis. Her buttocks pounded up and down on the bed, and she shuddered with delight at what she was feeling.
Eden wondered if she was inwardly a masochist, enjoying all this so much. But no! That wasn't so. There was no pain involved in this, and she was never one to enjoy pain. Still, she was well aware to what extent she was enjoying this which was happening to her. Her clearing mind sent out messages to the rest of her body, telling every part of her to enjoy everything as she felt herself rise to yet another frantic orgasm. Her lips clamped firmly around the head of Pastrada's cock, sucking the glans, slurping the new lubrication from him, drinking it thirstily as if she were dying of dehydration.
Pastrada's blood red length of cock was becoming more and more solid with each passing moment as he continued pushing it in and out of her tantalizing mouth. Each time he pulled back, her teeth caught the rim of his corona and wouldn't let him pull away. Then he would plunge forward until the head of his cock touched the entrance to her gullet. He would have loved shoving it in even deeper, but in this position, it was impossible. Thrills shuddered through him as he felt the grunts coming from her mouth, brought on by the driving thrusts of Manny Gellin's slamming cock. Manny was a wild stallion-in-heat, riding her for all he was worth.
Jo Ann, now kneeling behind Pastrada, had her hands on his testicles, fondling them gently, urging the man on. Her other hand was now pressed into the sucking depths of her own cunt since there was no other penis available to assuage her hungry needs.
"I ain't gonna come in your mouth," Carl Pastrada gasped to Eden, who was too busy sucking to listen to what he was saying. "Instead, I think I'm gonna pump you from the rear."
In the rear? Did he mean dog style? How was that possible with Manny already fitted snugly into her cunt from the front. She had no intention of letting Manny pull out at this stage of the game. She was climaxing continually, and wanted to go on climaxing until she was totally worn out.
"You're going to ass fuck her?" Jo Ann gasped.
Pastrada had done that to her, once, and it had hurt like hell. But if he did it while Manny's cock was still in Eden's cunt, it might rip the brunette apart. Right now, her anal passageway was much narrower than it would be if Manny's cock weren't solidly buried.
But Carl Pastrada was already flushed with excitement at the thought of sodomizing the young woman while Manny continued pounding into her tantalizing pussy.
Turning his head to Jo Ann, he said. "That's just what I'm gonna do, and it'll be the best thing that ever happened to her. You'll see. Next year, after the picnic, when I bring you home with me, if Manny wants to come along, he and I can do the same thing for you, honey."
Jo Ann shuddered at the thought.
Unaware of what was happening, Eden allowed herself to be rolled onto her side as Manny continued pumping away inside her. His cock was thrilling her to the point where she didn't give a damn what else might happen.
"I need some help from you," Carl told Jo Ann. "Pull those ass cheeks of hers wide apart."
Jo Ann sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with Carl Pastrada. She reached over while kneeling between Pastrada's legs as he lay on his side, her hands moving past the man's desire-charged body as he lay close behind the couple who were happily copulating on the bed. Gently, carefully, she hooked her thumbs against Eden's round, white back cheeks, pulling their softness outward, exposing the hot little brown button of her tantalizing anus to the ready and willing prick of her boss.
"I think she'll be too tight in there," Jo Ann murmured softly. "Be careful, you might hurt her badly."
"No chance of that," Carl assured her. "Her asshole is just as elastic as yours, you'll see." .
Jo Ann inexplicably felt herself getting excited now, in spite of the fact that she felt pity for the other woman. She stared, watching as Pastrada, his cock still wet with the salivary secretions from Eden's mouth, slowly began worming his heavily throbbing prick against the little brown crinkle. He pushed, and the hole slowly widened, more, then more, then more, and little by little it sank through the continually stretching ring of flesh.
Eden, now aware of what was happening to her, was still in a highly wanton state, even though she did feel discomfort, and didn't fight it. She was smart enough to know Carl Pastrada intended completing this, and the only way for her to come through all this was to keep her body completely pliant. The penis sank deeper and deeper into her rectum, and she found herself writhing on the cock jammed into her narrow cunt, feeling like a worm caught on two hooks.
"HHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, her back passage opening wider, accepting the full length of the piercing rod belonging to Carl Pastrada.
Because she was forcing herself to relax, Eden felt the discomfort in her rear slowly diminishing. As the penis sank deeper and deeper into her rectum, she became accustomed to it, and the discomfort began fading quickly. It glided in and out now, rubbing against the tender membrane that separated her rear tunnel from her vaginal corridor. As the cock behind her pushed forward, it shoved her body against that of Manny Gellin, causing his shuddering organ to sink itself that much more deeply in her tightened vaginal causeway.
"OOOHHH . . . HHHUUUNNNHHH!" she gasped, her arms wrapping themselves tightly around Manny's neck, her mouth seeking his out and kissing him, her tongue sinking into his oral cave. She had one leg beneath Manny's moving hips, and the other leg was on top of his other leg so that her genital area was spread wide open. She was available and totally relaxed from head to foot, and was thrilling to the way the two men were constantly fucking her. Even though she inwardly felt nothing emotional for either man, save for despising Carl Pastrada somewhat, she enjoyed what they were doing . . . and vowed that she wanted to feel something like this again, in the future, though she wanted Mike to be buried in her cunt so she would be able to look at him.
The alcohol in her bloodstream had just about worn off, but the thrilling desire she'd had pounding through her quivering body continued building, and rapture continued swelling through her. She wondered if she was really depraved, enjoying the way she was being sandwiched between these two men, thrilling to the feel of their pubic hairs rubbing against her own mons veneris and between the cheeks of her ass. Then she decided depravity was a word used by prudes who hadn't the guts to enjoy life. They therefore felt it easier to coin a distasteful word, deprecating those who would enjoy life, while they hadn't the courage to do so.
Her vaginal interior flared open, and the sweetly unresisting lips of her tightly petalled cunt continued flowering wider and wider, voluntarily receiving the entire length of cock driving into her most private flesh, enjoying all of it thoroughly and completely.
" AAAHHHAAANNNHHHUUUNNNHH!" Eden gasped.
The bedsprings were creaking ceaselessly as the lovely brunette shuddered her trembling body back and forth between the two men fucking her. The sounds of the trio's straining grunts and groans continued rilling the room, making the air in there that much more heated. All the while, the noisy sounds of their bodies smacking vibrantly against one another sent out lasciviously wet, viscous slurps, as well as all manner of sucking noises.
"YOU HAVE THE HOTTEST, TIGHTEST CUNT OF . . . UUUNNNHHH . . . ANY WOMAN I'VE . . . UUHHHHHHH . . . HHHAAANNNHHH . . . EVER FUCKED!" Manny moaned into the lovely brunette's mouth. "THAT CUNT OF YOURS FEELS LIKE IT HAD A WHOLE . . . AAANNNHHH . . . SERIES OF TINY FISTS IN IT . : . OOOHHH . . . AND THEY'RE ALL . . . AAANNNHHH . . . YANKING ON MY COCK."
He felt the white hot sperm starting to build higher and higher in the depths of his shuddering body, building up inside his throbbing testicles as he continued fucking into her pussy with unending strokes.
Manny was well aware of the sliding motion of Carl Pastrada's cock as it rubbed against his own, pressing against the separating membrane while he continued slamming his cock as hard as he was able to in the lovely woman's shuddering cunt. The movement added to his own inner enjoyment. He felt as if he was all ready to wildly explode.
Madly, the dark-haired man shoved his tongue all the way into Eden's mouth, letting his oral organ duel with hers. His hands were grasping, harsh, and seeking as they massaged her breasts while his heatedly spewing cock sank all the way to the hilt in the softness of her delightfully wonderful tunnel.
Eden felt as if her entire interior had been shaken loose and was ready to fall out of her body at any moment. The two cocks were joyfully fucking away inside her trembling body, and she was aware of the coronal ridges of both of them as they seemingly rubbed against each other with her flesh between them. She wondered if the friction of two cocks rubbing together inside her was enough to start some kind of fire. One cock continued pounding into her vaginal tunnel while the other kept on pumping into her rear. Four hands were wildly traversing her heated body, wandering this way and that.
Eden became aware of the two men pounding even faster as she saw Jo Ann also on the bed, her hands wide apart, shoving her left forefinger into Manny's asshole, while her right forefinger was ramming itself into Pastrada's bunghole. She was pressing, pushing, making them work that much faster, and as a result, both men as well as Eden were enjoying what they felt.
Jo Ann felt the feet of the two men rubbing against her cunt, their toes massaging her clitoris and labia, and she quivered and continued probing into their rear ends with her fingers while other fingers turned and twisted, teasing the two scrotum sacs as well. Her caresses made the two men drive all the harder into Eden, and the lovely brunette was gasping and quaking so much that she wondered if her skeletal structure would fall apart inside her.
With her arms still stretched wide, her hand continuing to play at the anal openings and testicles of both men, Jo Ann leaned forward and pressed her face between the groins of Eden and Manny, licking the length of his towering cock each time it pulled back. After awhile, she moved to Eden's rear, letting her tongue wash the length of Pastrada's pulsating prick each time it tugged itself from Eden's ravaged rectal depths. When Manny's big toe pressed against her clitoris, she clamped her thighs shut around it and began rubbing back and forth very rapidly, knowing she was once again on the verge of an orgasm.
Eden pulled her mouth from Manny's, gasping for air as she shouted, "AAAUUUGGGHHH . . . FUUUUUCK . . . MEEEEE . . . AAAYYY-AAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUU-NNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!"
Then her sounds were incoherent as Manny once again jammed his tongue down her throat. He kissed her long and hard, because he knew his own orgasm was finally there.
"YYYEEEAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHHAAAUUUGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHRRRGGGHHHUUUGGGHHHAAAGGG-HHH!" he bellowed through Eden's kissing mouth as the brunette was aware the two men were climaxing simultaneously inside her. Carl Pastrada was enjoying his own orgasm silently this time.
In the middle of a melee of arms, legs, bellies, and asses, Eden felt the two giant cudgels heatedly buried in her softly feminine body spurting insanely, wildly, shooting uncontrollably. The heads of the two organs flared so widely within her that she was afraid they might tear through some of her delicate inner tissue.
Eden was aware of two heated streams of white hot, flaming male liquid shooting into the depths of her twin passageway, feeling more like liquid metal as the fluid bounced around inside her dilated cunt and stretched rectum. It was as if two volcanoes had simultaneously erupted inside her, and she answered both of them by inwardly erupting once again herself, feeling sensation coming from both places at the same time. She hadn't thought it possible for her to climax anally, but it was happening, and she was enjoying every last bit of it.
Her rectal tunnel continued contracting in climaxing spasms, setting off another chain of violent reactions in the depths of her passion-filled vagina. She thirstily milked the two vibrant penises intent on sucking dry the balls of both men.
Jo Ann, watching the passionately overpowering reaction of Eden, rubbed her hot cunt all the harder against Manny's toe, and then she felt herself reaching nirvana, as she cried out, "AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRR-GGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHH-AAANNNGGGHHH!"
She came gloriously, delightfully, even if she didn't have a penis probing inside her vagina. Tingling thrills were set off inside her, and she knew it was fantastic.
For awhile, the four of them simply lay there, unmoving, and then Manny rolled away and got to his feet. Jo Ann was next, and Eden pulled away from Carl Pastrada, who was lying on his side, staring, but not moving.
"What's wrong with him?" Eden asked Manny.
"Manny went over and rolled Carl onto his back, pressing his ear to Pastrada's heart.
"Is he alive?" Jo Ann asked.
"Yes," Manny nodded. "I don't know what's wrong, but I suggest we all dress, put some clothes on Carl, carry him into his bedroom, then call for an ambulance."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Carl Pastrada had suffered a stroke. Luckily, it wasn't a big one, but it was substantial enough to keep him from ever returning to his job again. He would spend the rest of his days in an enforced retirement, with no one to look after him but an old nurse.
Manny Gellin was moved up to head the Department of Building Inspection and Maintenance. He was smart enough to keep Jo Ann as his secretary, telling her she wouldn't have to do for him what she had done for Carl Pastrada. He wasn't the kind of man to force any woman into doing anything.
"What if I wanted to continue doing it with you, Manny?" she asked, smiling at him the morning he took his seat behind the desk that had formerly belonged to Pastrada.
"Well," he smiled, "if you really wanted to do it, I'm sure we'd be able to find a lull during the business day every now and again. But I want it clearly understood that it really has nothing to do with your job."
"I understand," Jo Ann nodded, smiling at him.
Infidelity had become so much a part of her life, and her husband was such a mediocre lay, that Jo Ann knew she would need to continue with extramarital affairs if her body was to remain satisfied.
Eden was moved into Manny's old spot, now the deputy head of the department, but she still insisted on going out and doing inspecting herself now and then, especially when too many reports would come in showing no violations. Eden knew human nature, and was aware that people would do anything to cut corners when it came to saving money, even allowing violations. She was especially insistent on having all new building materials inspected twice, by two different inspectors before building permits were issued.
Because he was so consistently honest, Jerry Eller's construction company continued growing larger, and though it was against the rules for him to show his thanks to Eden by giving her money, when his wife, Amara, became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter, they named it after Eden. Eden thought it was a very nice gesture on his part.
Most of Eden's free time was taken up with Mike Malleson, who wanted to marry her. Eden knew one day she would agree, but not at the moment. Ever since that night with Pastrada, Manny, and Jo Ann, Eden had felt a strong need to enjoy more than one male at a time, and so once a week, without Mike knowing about it, she spoke with some of the male building inspectors who now worked beneath her, discovering which of them were the discreet ones, and she invited them to take her to a motel and work on her together. Although the men would have preferred being alone with her, they soon discovered no one man would have been enough for Eden Stark, at least not at this stage in her life.
Perhaps the most important thing was, she was a success in her "chosen line of civil service work. She would never become really rich, unless she finally did marry Mike Malleson, but she would always have a pension when she retired that had a cost-of-living clause in it. How many other people, male or female, were certain of security in their old age?