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Executive Couch ....(90k)    by Todd Edwards

CHAPTER ONE

"You're gonna love your new boss, I can promise you that."

"Oh? Tell me more," Lisa said, sipping at her after-dinner brandy and leaning back against the low, comfortable couch. "I'm intrigued already."

"To start with, he's what the other girls in the office call a 'hunk,' " Ellen said, wrinkling her nose slightly to let her friend know that she was not susceptible to any man's charms or physical attractiveness. "About six feet, I guess, trim, blonde, just the bluest eyes you ever saw. And hung! My God, is that man hung! I saw him this morning prancing around the secretarial pool and he had this boner that must have reached halfway down to his knee! Some of the girls were positively drooling, the poor things."

Lisa was on the next to the last day of her annual vacation. During her absence, her former boss, Dick Nelson, had been promoted to the Seattle office of Keller Manufacturing, leaving her in Daileyville at the center plant of the big firm. Tom Hadleigh, Nelson's successor as Assistant Director of Finance for the company, had accepted her sight unseen as his executive secretary, relying on Nelson's fervent recommendation. Lisa knew quite well that the recommendation was so strong that Hadleigh would need a very good reason to disregard it; she had helped Nelson write it and had edited the final version herself, accomplishing the feat in the bedroom of her apartment with Nelson lying facedown between her outstretched thighs, mouth busily engaged in bringing her pussy to yet another state of screaming, pulsating fulfillment.

"And you think he might be susceptible to a little blackmail," Lisa prompted. "The kind I like to employ, I mean."

"Oh, he definitely has a wandering eye," Ellen said. "He'd have had one of those girls spread out on his office floor in no time at all if I hadn't stepped in. I obviously couldn't allow anything like that to happen. After all. After all, what are executive secretaries for, if not to service the boss' needs?"

Lisa smiled at that sally but inwardly she wondered exactly how Ellen went about satisfying the needs of Herbert Keller, the firm's fifty year old president. She also wondered about Keller's needs, since the man did not project any kind of sexual aura that she could identify. Ellen, she felt certain, was still a virgin, or nearly so; Lisa would have bet the contents of her luxuriously furnished apartment that Ellen had only rarely, if at all, felt the savage bite of a throbbing prick boring up into her cunt. She would have wagered even more that the woman had not enjoyed that delicious agony even if she had once or twice allowed some man to mount her plump little body.

Ellen Wyssong, as far as Lisa was concerned, was the epitome of the closet lesbian, the kind who would not admit, even to herself, the true nature of her sexual orientation. They often met for little dinners at Ellen's apartment, the woman priding herself on her gourmet cooking, and more than once Lisa had felt very strongly that Ellen was about to make an obvious, unmistakable pass at her. She had never done so, however, and while her conversation was admirably lewd, her behavior was otherwise impeccably proper.

Not that Lisa would have objected strongly if Ellen had made such advances, far from it. Now aged twenty-eight, Lisa prided herself on the fact that ever since she had discovered the wondrous power of the lively slit located at the apex of her long, slender thighs, some fourteen years before, she had devoted herself to finding out as much as she possibly could about sexual pleasure. Her investigations had been both theoretical and practical and had involved a considerable amount of reading in town and college libraries, as well as extensive field research conducted in a wide variety of settings. Not one to be put off by social conventions, she had early checked out the erotic potential of her own gentler and had quickly decided that women were just as good as men, as far as sexual pleasure was concerned.

"They don't pay us those big bucks just to answer the phones and look pretty," Lisa conceded. "Sure, it gets to be a drag sometimes, lying back and letting some clod wallow around on my belly, but would it be one iota different if I were married to him?"

"You know very well it would," Ellen quickly pointed out. "You'd have three or four of his snot-nosed little brats to worry about, all the mindless little parties at the country club, all the ... well, you know that routine as well as I do."

"And besides all that, I've got the freedom to do what I like in my spare time," Lisa added. "Although I must say, some of the men I've worked for have been very nice."

"And of course you can do whom you like as well," Ellen added. "Probably one reason they're so nice to us, when they are, is because they have to clear those salaries they pay us! Poor dears, I sometimes think that money turns them on nearly as much as a nicely curved ass!"

"Oh, at least as much," Lisa said. She earned about fifty thousand dollars a year and she could make a very shrewd guess that Ellen must draw down nearly twice that. "And do you know something? It doesn't make a bit of difference-about the size of the bucks, I mean. Did I ever tell you about my little experiment in that line? No? Ah, it was a wild, crazy, bizarre Saturday afternoon, just after I'd landed that first job with Dave Waldman, remember him? Yes, I'd just cashed my first really big paycheck and I had five one hundred dollar bills, together with some smaller bills; I got it that way and kept it for a few days, just looking at all that lovely money. Even the sight of it turned me on and by the time I got back to my apartment from the bank I could have wrung love-dew out of my panties. I know, it sounds crazy, but I rolled those five hundreds together, making a tight little cylinder out of them, and then I used them on myself! Honest to God, I actually masturbated with it!"

"What an original idea!" Ellen murmured. "But then you always did have a turn for the unusual; I think that's what first caught my eye when I was considering you for a promotion. Yes, the unusual-that was definitely it."

Ellen was certainly giving every indication of being sexually excited. The little woman-she stood no more than an inch or so over five feet, a good seven inches shorter than Lisa-was about five pounds over the maximum allowable weight, Lisa thought, and much of the weight seemed concentrated in her hips, with another parcel puffing out her cheeks, so that her naturally round face had become even more so. Her plump little cheeks burned hotly and her eyes, a Delft shade of blue, now seemed very dark and extra large. Her breathing was shallow and fast, as though she were having difficulty in catching her breath. Despite the seemingly obvious signs of arousal, she made no attempt at any kind of intimacy with Lisa.

"Later on, though, after I'd had a little time to get accustomed to the job," Lisa continued, "I, er, experimented a little and you know what I found? A roll of ones does it just as well as a roll of hundreds!"

They both laughed at that and the tension which had grown up between them now appeared broken. Ellen leaned back, sipping at her coffee, abruptly putting down the demitasse when she found that the black liquid had grown lukewarm. She started to get up from the couch and then settled back, looking over at Lisa.

"More coffee!" she smiled. "Shall I make another pot?"

"Oh, no, not for me," Lisa quickly answered. "Maybe I'd better help with the dishes and then go. I've got a lot to do tomorrow-all those things I promised to do on my vacation and never got around to finishing, that sort of thing."

"Nonsense, we'll just put everything in the dishwasher and let the maid take care of the rest tomorrow," Ellen told her. "Nothing to it, really."

She seemed somehow relieved that Lisa was going, though she continued to mouth assurances that the evening had been perfectly delightful. Lisa finished her brandy, appreciating the silky-smooth warmth of Remy Martin's most expensive products, and got to her feet. A tall, slender woman, she moved with an easy, almost cat-like grace and dressed to accentuate her best features, her trim body and her luxuriously black hair. Her yellow knit dress, slit halfway up the right thigh, molded her body in exactly the right places to emphasize her strongly sexual features and to stress the luxuriant length of glistening black hair.

"I'll call down and have your car brought around," Ellen offered, getting a warm smile of thanks in return. "And we must have another little dinner soon-I'm so anxious to hear what you think of Tom Hadleigh."

"I'll look forward to it," Lisa told her. "And thanks again, it was lovely!"

"Mmmmm, I've been wondering something," Ellen said, pausing for a moment before opening the front door of her apartment. "Er, would it be different with a thousand dollar bill? Intriguing, eh?"

She laughed to show that she was not really serious about the question and Lisa chuckled appreciatively before agreeing that the question had a certain exotic interest. They exchanged affectionate, chaste pecks on each other's cheeks and Lisa walked down to the elevators, aware that Ellen was watching her. She impudently added a little twitch to her walk that, she knew, made her hips swing from side to side under the knit skirt and look especially attractive. The doorman ushered her out to the street, where her new Porsche 924 sat waiting.

I wonder how long I can keep playing this game with that little bitch, Lisa wondered as she drove away from Ellen's apartment building. If she ever gets her nerve all the way up and makes a real pass at me, that'll be the day to start looking for another job for sure! It might be good with her, though, at least for a time or two, especially if she doesn't know any more about it than she seems to know. Mmmmmm, taking her through the paces, teaching her how to enjoy a really good lay, that could be so nice, so very nice, very nice! Yes, with one finger up her cunt and another in her ass-hole and my tongue flying over her hot little clit, that would send her screaming up the walls, I'd bet on that. God, I'd love to be able to see the look on her face when I started bringing her off really big. Mmmmmm, if she were to get on me and rub those fat little boobies of hers over my pussy! Yes, I'd love to shove her fat face down my belly, make her lick me out and then rim me really strong, that would be nice too.

Lisa did not deceive herself about Ellen, however. Although she could readily admit that the thought of going to bed with the woman had a certain exotic charm, one that would be greatly enhanced if Ellen really were as inexperienced as she seemed to be, she knew that having the woman as a lover would create a situation that would probably become intolerable in short order. For all her good humor and kindness, there was definitely a sadistic streak in Ellen's personality, though it lay well hidden beneath the surface of her polished exterior. Lisa knew that she enjoyed correcting the girls in the secretarial pool, that she relished the power which came to her as executive secretary to the company's president, and that Ellen could be incredibly ruthless and hard when she chose to be.

Either way, it would be the end, Lisa thought to herself as she neared her own apartment complex. If she took to me strong, that would be almost like having a husband, I'd bet on that. But more-likely, she'd want to get me out of the company, really out of sight; I'd bet anything that she'd start having the guilties about making it with a woman and then she'd take it out on me something awful. Nope, I don't think it would be a good idea to start making it with our Miss Priss!

Lisa parked in the appropriate slot and went up to her apartment. There she quickly undressed, removing the shoes, pantyhose and dress which had been her wardrobe for that evening. She went into the large bathroom just off her bedroom and opened the faucets on the tub until the water ran hot. She then turned off the water and fitted a three foot length of rubber hose to the faucet. The hose terminated in an enema nozzle, a six inch piece of white curved plastic with a tiny hole in the end. After adjusting the faucets until the water ran at a suitable temperature, she got into the big, luxuriously styled tub and lay back, carefully resting her long, black hair on a narrow wooden bench that kept her head dry.

Lisa had designed the bathroom herself and had also engineered the hose-and-nozzle apparatus, crafting it to fit her own particular needs and fantasies. She had also installed a large makeup mirror at the end of the tub, the kind which swung out on accordion arms and could be positioned in virtually any position. The glass had a strong degree of magnification and she could look up at it and see a clear, very detailed image of her own pussy.

For a tense moment she considered her image and again felt the awesome power of sexual hunger begin working through her loins, as it always did when she saw anything pertaining to sex. Lisa had sculpted the dark, extra-thick pubic bush in a way that struck her as extremely erotic, carefully shaving off the sparse growth of black hair that grew along the sides of the sensual slit. Anyone standing directly in front of her would see only a neat little Vee of bushy black hair when she was also standing; she could lie back, however, and give the person a clear, unhampered view of her vulva. Men, she had early discovered, liked looking at a pussy, especially one with dark, suggestively large inner lips, and she went out of her way to do whatever she could to ensure that her control over the male sexual impulse was as complete as possible.

After examining herself for several minutes, Lisa carefully spread the inner lips of her pussy with her left hand. That touch proved exquisitely arousing, due partly to her advanced state of arousal but also due in part to her knowledge of what was going to happen next. She used her right hand to maneuver the nozzle around until she could direct a stream of water, surprisingly hard and fine, against her vulva. She moved the stream about with a scientific precision, aiming first at her ass-hole, then at the area around her vulva and finally directly at her cunt's slightly opened mouth. She did not allow the fine, brutally stinging spray of warm water touch her clitoris, however.

"Ohhh, yes, you're doing it so good!" she panted, deliberately speaking aloud in an attempt at exciting herself still more. "Mmmmmm, that super cock, it's so hard, so big and hard! Ooooooh, I love it when you rub it over my pussy; it makes me want to fuck and suck harder than ever! Agghhhh! Do it to me, do it harder! Get it all the way up and fuck! I want to feel you fucking my brains out!"

Lisa had practiced a furtive, silent form of masturbation until her sophomore year in college, when a lecherous professor of economics and his equally lusty wife had enlightened her. The professor, a bearded theoretician in his mid-thirties, had deliberately recruited her with an eye toward sharing her with his wife, who combined lesbian and orthodox sexual fantasies in ways which had gone far toward enlightening Lisa and helping her break free from the ties and conventions she had inherited from her mother.

"To masturbate is to declare your independence of everyone," Selma had told her. "It is an affirmation of your own freedom to make love to yourself exactly as you choose, giving yourself every possible form of stimulation. Sometimes it helps, my dear, to pretend that you really are with a man-or perhaps a woman?-and that you and he are in transports of horniness. When you fuck yourself, try crying out, moaning, cursing, demanding more of that pleasure-you might find that it does wonders for your climax!"

"Yes, and it will also turn on a man if he happens to be watching," Marvin, her superbly hung husband, had added. "Lots of times, after Selma's fucked and sucked me to a pulp, she'll get over there and finger-fuck herself a time or two and before I even know it, there I am, hot and horny again!"

Lisa had tested their theory and had found it eminently suitable to her own forms of self-stimulation. She ordinarily excited herself with verbal exhortations now and relished the extra-jolt of erotic delight which her throaty, hoarse cries produced. At times she even resorted to using taped transcriptions of favorite sexual episodes from her past, choosing perhaps a cassette made during an earlier session of masturbating or perhaps one catching her in action with an especially voluble and active lover.

Still groaning and muttering obscene exhortations, she gradually worked the tip of the nozzle into the gaping mouth of her cunt. Even though the tool did not have the extra-large dimensions she mostly favored for vaginal or anal penetration, it sufficed, given her extraordinary degree of arousal and the resulting tightness of the vaginal opening. The stream of water also compensated for the tool's lack of size; the flow of water streamed up into her cunt and bathed the sorely inflamed inner tissues with liquid warmth, very much as though an exceptionally vigorous man were in her and spewing out his load with animal-like enthusiasm.

Lisa made the injection of warm water even more like an ejaculation by briefly pinching shut the thin-walled tubing connecting the nozzle to the faucet and then releasing it. The extra water pressure, built up during the constriction, now inundated her cunt with an even stronger burst of warm water.

"AGGHHHH!" she cried, writhing about in agony as her womb exploded with violent upheavals of sensual release. "Ohhh, come, you bastard, shoot your fucking nuts off and COME! Do it harder, spew it out, blast it out of your cock! Ooooooh, fuck, damn you, fuck it up my cunt and make it spurt! I love it when you come like that, so fucking strong and hard, it's making me want to die, I can't stand it, I can't take any more of it, I can't ... ANNNGGGHHHH! OWWWWW! UGGHHHHHH!"

Lisa pressed her feet harder against the end of the tub and shuddered as her womb coughed out its last desperate measure of lustful pleasure. Her orgas slowly tapered off until she was left with nothing but a warm, intensely pleasant glow that extended throughout almost all her body. She released the nozzle, which she had thrust far up her frantically contracting love-canal, and it slowly emerged from her pussy's splayed lips, still spurting out its relentless stream of warm water.

Lisa lay back in the tub for a good five minutes before moving. She could easily have brought herself off again; a touch of a finger against her clitoris would have sent her into another shuddering, moaning frenzy of ecstatic joy but she did not choose to have it end that way. After recuperating fully from the savagely pleasing effects of the climax, she turned the water off, disconnected the hose and got out of the tub. She draped the hose and nozzle over a towel rack, where it could dry overnight and toweled herself dry.

She left the bathroom then and went to bed, lying back and stretching voluptuously between the freshly laundered sheets. Lisa pampered herself by using genuine Irish linen on her bed, the rough, nubby kind which felt so good against her naked skin. The material's almost harsh texture struck her as far more erotic than cotton or satin, both of which she had tried and found less than satisfying. After lying there for a moment she felt of her pussy. The lips were warm and slippery, as she had known they would be; her cunt was still working overtime, generating profuse amounts of sexual lubricant.

"Yes, just the condition for my little treasures," she murmured aloud.

Lisa reached into the bedside table and brought out a finely carpentered box, a cube of rosewood no more than three inches long in any direction. Opening it, she removed a pair of glistening orbs, perfectly round; they were made of sterling silver and were very heavy. Each ball was about a half-inch in diameter. She held them in her hand briefly, waiting for them to reach body temperature, and then she gently placed the palm of the hand against her vulva. The round balls seemed to find their own way into her cunt, which acted almost voraciously eager to gulp them down. Once they were satisfactorily encased in the fragrant, juicy tunnel, she clamped her thighs together and rolled over onto her stomach, placing her right hand under her body and positioning it beneath her vulva, so that her fingers could reach up and brush against her clitoris. She began flexing her hips slowly, moving with just enough effort to make the balls slip about inside her cunt and set off thundering reverberations of pure sexual stimulation.

"OOOOOH, NOW I'LL FUCK YOU," she murmured. "I'll get my cunt wrapped around that big lovely cock of ours and I'll ride you until I've fucked it raw; I won't let go of you until you've drained your balls of every drop of come! Yes, just lie there and let me fuck the come out of you!"

CHAPTER TWO

Lisa spent the next day, the last of her two week's vacation, in accomplishing the chores she had been putting off. One of these was the purchase of a new dress, a present to herself as a reward for having to go back to work. She chose a simple sheath, cream in color, and added a shoulder bag which complemented the dress exceptionally well. She had a knack for finding and wearing simple clothes, depending on her talent for mixing and matching accessories to make the outfits look far more expensive and fashionable than they really were.

She reported for work at nine the next morning, driving her Porsche across the Minneapolis suburb of Daileyville and parking in the executives' lot behind the main administration building. Karen Baillie, who had been filling in for her during her vacation, quickly brought her up to date on what had happened during her absence. Lisa felt fairly sure that she could depend on Karen to give her the straight information, knowing that Karen was ambitious in her own way and aware of the help that a powerfully placed friend in the secretaries' hierarchy could give her.

"And the new man? Hadleigh?" Lisa asked.

"He's only been here a couple of days," Karen said, "and I think nearly all the girls are changing their panties every hour on the hour!"

"Oh? A real piece of meat, huh?"

"Nothing but Grade A, Prime! Just wait till you see the shape of his trousers! Lisa, he's positively grotesque!"

Lisa knew that Karen did not care for well hung men, or affected not to do so; Karen's preference, which she did not bother hiding, was for men who enjoyed eating her pussy. "Fucking," she often claimed, "is a bore," and she openly declared her willingness to see every man in the world deprived of a prick. It was not a point of view Lisa shared.

"Well, I'll have to see about that," Lisa laughed. "I imagine he'll want to see me as soon as he arrives. Take over out here, will you, and see that we're not disturbed?"

"Are you going to let him fuck you your very first day on the job?" "We'll just have to see about that," Lisa said, not at all disturbed by the young woman's air of surprise. "I suppose a lot will depend on how we strike each other. In any case, no calls and no visitors while I'm in there, huh?"

"You've got it," Karen promised.

As she had expected, Tom Hadleigh wanted to see Lisa as soon as he arrived at the office, a few minutes before nine-thirty. Lisa introduced herself when he came into the foyer of his office area and he invited her in for a "get acquainted" conference. She knew at once that she would accede to any kind of proposal he might put to her; she liked his trim, well-built look and the air of direct, interested concern in his blue eyes. She looked discreetly at the front of his trousers but could see no sign of the already-famous bulge which had set so many of the women around the office to talking.

Lisa arranged for a pitcher of coffee to be sent into the office and waited until it arrived, then brought it to him. He had already discarded his coat, draping it over the back of his desk chair, and faced her in shirtsleeves. She poured them each a cup of hot coffee and then she sat down on the couch, leaning back to survey him with an open, inquisitive gaze. This time she saw a hint of a bulge beginning to appear in the front of his trousers, which were cut in the new, more fashionably loose style that obscured more of a man's figure.

Tom questioned her about her previous work, inquiring closely into her areas of responsibility. She answered all his questions with the sharp, precise accuracy which characterized all of her work and apparently satisfied any doubts he might have had about her capabilities; at any rate, he soon switched the talk over to more general areas and quickly got away from business altogether.

Lisa learned that he had a wide range of interests, including several that she shared, and that he appeared to be well informed in all of them. He had a pleasing way of putting his own beliefs and opinions clearly, yet doing so in a way that left plenty of room for disagreement.

"All right, it looks as though we're going to be pretty compatible," he said. "I think that's important because we're about to put in some new arrangements in the finance area and there'll be quite a bit of traveling. I take it that you don't object to traveling?"

"Not at all," Lisa said.

"We're going to be refinancing quite a bit of certain areas," he said, "and we'll be spending a lot of time in the big money markets. The company's common stock ought to fluctuate pretty wildly for the next five or six months and then settle down at fifteen to twenty points above the current level. That'll mean a lot of work for us."

Lisa said nothing, though she knew that she had just been handed information that could net her a very tidy sum if she handled it correctly. She participated in the company's stock-option program in a modest way but preferred to handle most of her money herself. She calculated that she could easily put twenty-five thousand dollars into Keller stock within a week. Hadleigh's information would enable her to pick up a tidy profit, all without turning a finger.

"Now, for something else," he added, leaning back against the desk and looking over at her closely. "How you feel about sex with the boss, that's important too."

"Okay, I'll be quite honest with you," she said. "I'd rather it be optional. But if the boss and the secretary found it mutually attractive, I certainly wouldn't let anything like office titles stand in the way!"

Her explanation brought a glint of interest into his eyes, as well as making the bulge in his trousers more pronounced. She could now see that the rumors she had been hearing were well founded: he looked to be formidably equipped, a characteristic she liked in a man.

"That sounds like a sensible attitude to me," he said. "Well, this boss certainly finds the secretary attractive!"

"So I could see," she smiled, directing her eyes toward the front of his trousers in a significant, knowing manner.

"I'm glad I didn't wear a jock strap to work," he nodded. "Perhaps there might be some kind of reciprocal demonstration of interest?"

Lisa waited for a moment before responding to his question. She considered a number of alternative moves before deciding on one which she thought might be effective. Rising to her feet, she kicked off her pumps and lifted her dress, pulling down her pantyhose with a quick, easy motion. Then, resuming her seat on the couch, she spread her naked thighs wide apart and brought her heels up until they were resting on the front edge of the couch's seat. When she lifted the hem of her dress up and bunched the material around her waist, Tom could look directly between her thighs and see her naked pussy.

"I don't have any evidence that's quite as prominent as what you have there," she said, "but if you look closely enough you might see some signs of interest!"

She knew that the lips of her pussy were already swelling and lubricating hotly, having felt the initial twinge of sexual attraction almost as soon as she walked into the office. She calculated that he would probably respond strongly to the sight of a hot, juicy slit and she quickly saw that she had guessed correctly: he moved toward her quickly and knelt down on the floor in front of her, bending forward to examine the crevice more closely. The force of his inspection bore in upon her almost as vividly as if he were caressing her naked twat with his fingers.

"Mmmmmm, yes," he murmured. "I can see exactly what you mean. I've got to say, it's awfully damned flattering, knowing that I could have such an effect on a woman as lovely as you are!"

"I don't always respond to a man just because he's got a hard-on for me," she whispered, "but in certain cases it does have an irresistible charm, I can't deny that!"

"God, you look tight!"

Lisa had reached down and gently pried the outer lips of her pussy apart, spreading them wide and then pulling the inner lips apart too in order to display every detail of herself to him. She knew that the tiny, crescent-shaped rim of her cunt was gaping silently at him, almost inviting penetration and flagrantly broadcasting her willingness to proceed to more exciting forms of amusement.

"I work at it," she said. "Men seem to prefer women who are tight."

"And you like pleasing men?"

"Certain men only," she told him. "But I like being pleased, too!"

"Let's see," he said, pulling back and rising to his feet once more. "Do you think this could help in that direction?"

He opened the front of his trousers, reached into his boxer briefs and brought out a length of prick that nearly brought Lisa's heart to a dead stop. Even though the massive rod was not yet fully hard, it was already big enough for her to see that he would be almost as large as any man she had ever had. She noted that he had not been circumcised, a feature that made her like the tool even more; she had always preferred men with intact foreskins. The head of his cock bulged out menacingly and already had the foreskin drawn to a drumhead tautness. She liked that too: an especially large head on a cock invariably made her clitoris throb harder, especially when she visualized the mushroom shape scraping back and forth against the incredibly tender walls of her cunt.

"I ... I don't really believe that sheer size alone can accomplish the trick," she said, gulping briefly to regain her composure, "but it certainly doesn't hurt anything! God, that thing looks almost lethal! Yes, I believe it could help a great deal! Here, let me see if I can do anything to make it even more presentable."

She scrambled off the couch and knelt before him, so eager to feel the sensual warmth of his cock against her tongue. She did not attempt to skin the head back as she popped it into her mouth; that could come later. He gave her a hefty mouthful and her tongue curled around the big head to grip it tightly. Lisa felt new life surging into his prick as she sucked at it and within a few moments she had brought it up to a full, throbbing state of erection.

Pulling back to inspect her work more carefully, she saw that he might very well have a full nine inches of stiff prick bulging from his fly. In addition, the shaft was very thick, probably a good three fingers in diameter, and she shuddered heavily as she imagined the massive prong plunging up into the heart of her cunt. Lisa now gripped the head of his prick tenderly, grasping it between her right thumb and forefinger, and began stripping back the foreskin. Tom winced as she skinned it back and she could tell that his foreskin was very sensitive. The sight of his massive purple prick-head emerging, very broad and dark with passionate arousal, brought a quicker beat to her heart.

As soon as she had fully exposed the big head to view, she popped her mouth around it once more. This time her tongue became even more active and she fellated him with a hard, driving urgency, one that adequately indicated her willingness to continue the act to the logical conclusion. Lisa had no timid or half-hearted feelings about sucking a man to a climax; she relished the feel of a big, hotly swollen cock spurting inside her mouth and she had developed a great fondness for the unique, biting flavor of a man's come. If he wanted to fuck her mouth until his balls gave up their load of hot semen she was more than willing to take his load and swallow every drop of the thick, creamy jissum.

Tom was not in a mood to finish in her mouth, however, not at that time. He stood before her for another minute or two, long enough for her to take every inch of his prick into her mouth and demonstrate her skill at "deep throating," but then he pulled away and knelt down to kiss her full, red lips. Shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, he pressed hard against her and worked his tongue back and forth. Lisa received a very strong impression that he liked kissing her especially because his cock had been in her mouth only seconds before; she wondered if he would be as eager to kiss her in that ultra-passionate way if her mouth had been full of his come.

"You didn't have to stop," she told him. "I'd have gone all the way with you, you know; it would have been all right."

"I know, I could tell that you were really into it," he said. "And some time I'll give you a shot in the mouth, don't worry about that! But for right now, though, I'm just dying to get my prick into your pussy. I can't wait to see if that little honey-hole is really as tight and hot as it looks!"

Eager to feel the heft of his bull-like prick slicing into the lusciously prepared mouth of her pussy, Lisa moved back to the couch and lay back, spreading her thighs wide to display her readiness. He mounted her quickly, still fully dressed, and allowed her to guide the broad, flaring tip of his cock down between the dark lips. She liked men who had enough self-assurance to let a woman orchestrate the entrance, deeming it a mark of superior talent, and she eagerly held the broad, rigid shaft as she seated the head between the love-slick lips of her pussy.

"It seems like it's twice as big as before!" she groaned as he gently pushed against her and began directing the head up into the mouth of her cunt. She could feel the vaginal rim dilating under the tremendous pressure, being spread farther, and a surge of hot, eager desire swept through her loins as she took his flesh. "Ugghhh! Ohhh, not too fast, I'm not used to anything like that!"

Tom entered her with a slow, gentle grace that confirmed what she had already begun to suspect about him: he was proving himself to be an extremely capable and knowing sort of lover, the kind who went out of his way to ensure that a woman experienced as much physical pleasure as possible during the act of physical love. She liked men who displayed such tact and consideration and the fact that he was physically attractive made her feel even more powerfully drawn to him.

He continued to fuck his way into the heart of her cunt with that same tender, compassionate ease. Inch by inch she took his cock, shuddering with voluptuous pleasure as the broad, heated prod sank deeper into her cunt. She could not move, owing to the intense waves of pleasure which radiated out from her loins as he thrust farther into her cunt. He pushed the big weapon almost all the way home and then began withdrawing.

"Yeah, it's even hotter and tighter than I figured it would be," he said. "It's going to be nice with you, Lisa, just wonderfully nice!"

At first she did not know what he was doing. He pulled out of her completely and moved back to look between her thighs. The sight of her cunt's mouth receding to its normally tight diameter fascinated him, as well as making his balls ache even harder. After watching her a moment longer, he bent down and began kissing her pussy. He used his tongue with the same skilled, knowing grace he had displayed when fucking his cock into her. Lisa writhed on the couch, stung to the core by his active tongue, and worked her pussy up against his mouth with harder thrusts.

"I just don't know how to finish this," he muttered, his face flushed with new passion. "Damn, I wish I could do everything to you at once!"

"Mmmmmm, I'd never be able to stand it," she panted. "BEND DOWN HERE AND KISS ME!"

"Oh? You like to taste pussy on a man's mouth?"

She did not bother answering, preferring to let her actions speak for themselves. She pressed her lips to his with an ardent, burning eagerness and thrust her tongue into his mouth in order to get a stronger taste of her cunt's rich moisture. The flavor of hot, rabidly eager pussy on his lips and tongue fired her enthusiasm to a much greater extent, so that she was almost coming simply from the violence of the kiss alone.

"Yes, I love the taste of pussy!" she muttered when he had broken away from her. "There's nothing about sex I don't like, I don't suppose; it's all so great to me!"

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd see it that way," he said. "Tell you what: we can't afford to try everything today, not the way I'd like to try it, but there'll be plenty of time for the finer points. Why don't you bend over the desk there and I'll shove it in from the rear? If you don't come, I'll eat you out or finger-fuck you till you come, huh?"

"There won't be any need for that, not today," she promised him. "Not with the way I'm turned on! As soon as I feel you begin spurting I'll be off, don't worry about that!"

She knew that taking him in a rear-entry position would make his cock seem even larger, because of the sharp angle at which he would have to penetrate her. She welcomed the prospect. Without further ado she got off the couch, walked over to the desk and bent forward over it, flipping up her skirt to bare her naked ass for him. She assumed a widespread stance, one that would make her pussy unusually accessible to him, and waited expectantly.

Tom took advantage of the opportunity to examine her once more. Her long, slender legs tapered up nicely, culminating in a pair of very trim, firm hips. The dark, heavily flushed eye of her pussy looked back at him, exuding sexual warmth and lustful readiness. He gently touched her, prying the lips apart and stroking her most intimate parts with an easy, graceful motion, and then bent forward to touch his lips to her buttocks. After kissing her ass tenderly he gently bit at her right buttock, setting off a fiery reaction of sexual eagerness within her body. He then moved his mouth slightly, settling on the tender valley between her buttocks, and even licked her crack.

Lisa shuddered violently when she felt his tongue near her agonizingly tender ass-hole and then play over it. He rimmed her hard, thrusting his tongue into the amazingly sensitive orifice and she responded with a deep, throaty groan of absolute ecstasy, enough to let him know that her ass-hole was every bit as tender in its own peculiar way as her pussy. He continued tonguing her for a moment longer and then moved his tongue down to her pussy, honoring it with a brief but exceptionally productive flourish.

"OHHH, YESS I THINK I LOVE YOUR TONGUE AS MUCH AS YOUR COCK!"

"You're going to have a chance to compare them," he said, straightening up and assuming a standing position at her rear. "Yeah, I can't wait much longer to give it to you!"

Despite his announced eagerness, he showed the same restraint and tenderness he had earlier displayed. He eased his prick up into her cunt slowly, giving her plenty of time to adjust to the tool's great size, and Lisa felt herself being lifted up onto a cloud of sheer physical ecstasy. Unable to control her body's reactions, unwilling even to try, she clamped down with her well-schooled abdominal muscles and exerted a powerful force against his inwardly pistoning cock. At the same time, she swung her ass from side to side and lifted her pelvis up, greatly accentuating the force of the vaginal contraction. That simple movement, so strongly exciting to any man, was enough to bring him the rest of the way home.

"Ohhhh, shit, I can't hold it!"

"Do it!" she hissed, desperately eager to feel his balls blasting off. "Ohhh, do it to me now! Come! Let me feel it, let me feel you ... agghhhh! Owwww! Ohh, you're crazy, you're crazy with it! Ugghhhh! YOUR COME'S SHOOTING OUT, IT'S SPURTING ALL OVER MY CUNT, IT'S FLOODING MY PUSSY WITH-AURRGGHHHH! OWWWWWW! AIIIEEEEEE!"

CHAPTER FOUR

"Well?"

"She's everything Dick told us she'd be," Tom said, grinning at the eager way in which his wife put the question to him as soon as he had returned from the office that evening. "Tall, slender, very lovely, well behaved and well dressed, articulate and smart, everything!"

"Silly, you know I'm not interested in that crap," Derin Hadleigh said, shaking her head impatiently. "The good stuff, what about that side of her? You know what I'm interested in!"

"Oh, that," he said, feigning surprise and then a dawning awareness. "Well, she's a little on the tall side, maybe five-seven or five-eight and slender, except that she's pretty well fixed in the boob department. Long, shiny black hair, brown eyes, a hint of the Oriental about her, somehow. Really nice flesh, tight and firm, and with the loveliest pussy. I think she shaves it partly; there isn't any hair at all around the slit itself, but her bush is really thick and heavy."

"Tight? Hot?"

"Mmmmmm, super!" he said, grinning at the memory. "Damned near as tight as you, I'd say, and just a steam engine!"

"Tell me about it," Derin said.

A tiny woman, a good foot shorter than her husband and probably weighing no more than a hundred pounds, if that much, Derin wore her jet-black hair in an exaggeratedly boyish cut that made her seem even smaller and more elf-like. Her very deep tan made her blue eyes look a shade or two lighter than they actually were. She had selected a creamy yellow leotard for her costume; it fitted tightly enough to show every curve and undulation of her almost boyish figure. Settling back in a big armchair to listen, she impudently pushed the crotch of the garment aside, exposing her vulva and began rubbing the tip of her right finger over its surface.

Tom smiled indulgently, accustomed to her unusually straightforward behavior, and began divesting himself of his suit as he gave her a highly detailed account of his lengthy interview with Lisa that morning. He did not omit any of the gamier parts-indeed, he went out of his way to emphasize them and to embellish the story with even more intimate facts, including some of the thoughts which had flashed through his mind while involved with the women. Derin's gaze became even more intense as she listened and her eyes glittered warmly when he slipped out of his boxer briefs and stood before her naked.

"All of it?" Derin asked when he began describing the way Lisa had fellated him. "She took all of it? Every bit of it?"

"Not right down to the last inch," he said, reaching down and taking his cock in his hand. He sat back in another armchair, directly in front of his wife, and began rolling the foreskin back and forth over the head of his prick, which rapidly assumed its full, menacing size as he stroked it. "But I could feel the head going into her throat and she could have taken it all, I'm positive of that. I suppose there was an inch or so left to go when I started pulling away. She'd have sucked me off, I can guarantee that!"

"She sounds very promising," Derin said. The lips of her pussy were now greatly enlarged and she stroked them lightly, smearing the bright, glistening film of vaginal lubricant over the outer edges of the slit. "Yes, very promising indeed! All right, go on-tell me the rest of it."

"Well, as I said, she sucked me up to a stiff first," he said. "And then she pulled away and skinned the head back. God, you should have seen the look on her face when she saw the head pop out! That's when she really started going down on me, after she had the head out in the open. After that, I had her lie back and spread for me, not that she had much need for encouragement on that score!"

"Oh? You think that she has an exhibitionist tendency cy?" Derin asked, obviously encouraged by the remark. "She enjoys displaying herself?"

"No doubt about it," he said. "I could see her getting hotter and hotter, just by having me look at her. So then I went down on her. Mmmmm, just as tasty a piece as anybody could ever want!"

"Her flavor?" Derin prompted.

"Amazingly like yours," he replied. "A really clean, sweet taste, and just reeking of sex. I'm sure her cunt would have been creaming if I'd kept my tongue in her just a minute longer."

"I have no doubt of it," Derin murmured. "After all the time Janey and Ann and I have spent in teaching you how to eat pussy, I'm sure you could have had her climbing the walls in no time at all! Especially if she's as hot and lively as you suggest!"

"Oh, she's all that," he assured her. "So, I ate her for just a bit, just long enough to be sure that she was really getting off on it and-"

"Did you try rimming her?"

"Just be patient and let me tell it," he said, smiling indulgently at his wife's eagerness. He continued to masturbate, smoothly working his fingers up and down the length of his cock with a slow, easy motion that ensured his continued erection, "After I'd eaten her, just the way I told you, she wanted to kiss me."

"Ahhh, that sounds very promising indeed!" Derin breathed, clearly excited by that bit of information. "So she's fond of the taste of pussy, eh? I always love that in a woman!"

"She, er, seemed to be enjoying the taste of it on my tongue," he said. "I'd have suggested that she try going down on me again, after I'd had my cock in her, but since I'd already established the point, there didn't seem to be any need. Besides, we didn't have all that much time and I was getting hornier all the time, so we proceeded to the grand finale."

"Ahhh, I'll bet she was frothing, almost, she wanted it so badly!"

"She wasn't a bit shy about taking it," he conceded. "But by that time I was in a pretty desperate shape myself, to tell the truth. I suggested fucking doggie style, just to see what she'd say, as much as for any other reason; I've got to admit that I wanted to see if she'd try letting me put it in her from the rear. God, you should have seen the way she marched over to my desk and bent over it! The way she flipped up her dress and spread her feet apart, it was really something!"

"Mmmmm, she wasn't a bit reluctant," Derin whispered. She gently pushed a finger up into her cunt, driving it as deep as possible, and then removed it. After critically examining the wet, glistening digit for a moment, she slowly thrust it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and shuddered expressively as she tasted of her own pussy's hot, lustful wetness. "Ooooooh, I like that! Go on, darling, tell me about the fuck! God, I'm getting so hot for you! You'll love the little treat I've got ready for you!"

"I went over to her and nibbled at the cheeks of her ass, once she's bent over the desk," Tom continued. "And then I rimmed her! Mmmmmm, you should have felt the life beating through her body when I got my tongue against her ass-hole! At first I just held my tongue against her but once I could feel the response, I started trying to ram it up her as hard as I could. I tongued her pussy again, just to let her know that I was still into that part of her, too."

"Excellent!" Derin breathed. She had now resumed the slow, gentle strokes of her fingertips across the lips of her pussy, which glowed even more hotly. "A remarkably responsive woman, she seems to be!"

"I was going to push my thumb up her ass-hole while I was fucking her," Tom said, "but ... well, the truth is, I forgot! Once I had the head of my prick up against the lips of her pussy it ... it was like she was exerting some kind of magnetic force, almost, just drawing me up into her with so much strength I couldn't think of anything but ramming my cock up her cunt. Man, she was twice as tight, taking her from the rear; I thought at first I wasn't going to be able to get it in at all! But then her little cunt expanded and she took it. Talk about hot! It was like shoving my cock into a bowl of hot pudding! Except that she was ever so much tighter, of course!"

"Did you fuck her for very long? Or did you come right away?"

"Oh, I managed to get most of it in before I had my first shot," he said. "I guess it was about two-thirds of the way up when I let go, certainly deep enough for her to feel the blast against her womb, I'm sure of that. God, when she started coming too! The contractions were incredibly strong and fast, almost as if she had my prick in her hand and she was milking me down! I raised up on the balls of my feet when I felt it start, to get a little different angle, and her pussy went crazy when she felt the come start shooting!"

"And after? Did she suck you clean after you'd fucked her? Did you lick the come out of her pussy?"

"No, nothing like that; there wasn't time for any of that delicious after play," he admitted. "She simply grabbed a tissue off my desk and stuffed it up against her pussy, once I'd pulled out. But from the look she gave me after we'd finished, I could tell that she wanted to suck me again, don't you worry about that."

Derin said nothing. She continued to watch her husband masturbate and to toy with the lips of her pussy. Her cheeks had flushed brightly and she seemed to be breathing at a very fast uneven pace. After a moment she writhed out of the leotard, casting it aside disdainfully, and stood before him stark naked. The complete absence of clothing more starkly emphasized the bony, angular quality of her body. Her breasts, tiny little mounds occupied almost wholly by the sharp, spiky nipples and the deeply flushed areoles, stood out prominently.

After silently contemplating him for another moment, she turned and knelt on the chair, putting her knees on the heavily upholstered arms and leaning forward to rest her sternum against the chair's back. Tom advanced toward her and positioned himself behind her. Without touching her body at all, he managed to guide the broad, heavily discolored head of his cock up to the lips of her pussy and to push between them. Derin sighed softly when she felt the contact; she lifted her hips slightly, enough to facilitate the entry. He thrust up into her slowly and grunted when he felt the burning interior heat within her cunt.

"You're hot!" he muttered. "You must have been preparing yourself for this for hours! I don't know that I've ever felt you any hotter, Derin. Ugghh! Can you feel her come on my prick? I haven't washed it since I took it out of her; all that lovely pussy juice is still on my cock; all my come, too, it's all dried and crusted on

Derin did not reply. The entry of her husband's massive cock had occupied all her attention and she was concentrating fiercely, trying to savor to the fullest every nuance of sexual stimulation which accompanied the penetration. Even though she was absurdly small, very thin and slight, she took the big shaft without so much as a whimper of discomfort. Except for the agitated way she dug her fingers into the chair's back, she did not seem to react at all to the tool's entry.

Once he had pushed his cock up into place and had about half its length buried in her exquisitely tight cunt, he slowed his pace. Reaching around with his right hand, he brushed the wiry mound of pubic hair and gradually brought his finger to bear against her clitoris. That touch set off a brief flurry of convulsive spasms within her body, as though he had tripped the trigger of a powerful electric motor; she sucked in a quick breath of air as the spasms ripped through her loins.

"Ahhh, you're not quite as insensitive as you make out to be, eh?" he muttered, enjoying the charade she had selected. "Deep down inside, you're not the Ice Princess at all, are you? What if I were to take my cock out of you and try stuffing it up your ass, huh? Think that might be a little more stirring? I could-"

"OH, NO!" she gasped, her voice shaking with fright and apprehension. "NO, DON'T FUCK ME UP THE ASS, I COULDN'T EVER TAKE ANYTHING AS LARGE AS YOUR COCK, IT'D TEAR ME ALL TO BITS, IT'D RIP ME WIDE OPEN! OHHHH, PLEASE, TOM, DON'T DO IT TO ME IN THE ASS, I COULDN'T STAND THAT, I'LL DO ANYTHING TO YOU IF YOU'LL KEEP IT OUT OF MY

ASSHOLE! Ugghh, leave it in my pussy, I love it there, it's making me want to fuck more than ever! Ohhh, Tom, I'm begging you, don't fuck me up the ass! I'll suck you, darling, I'll take your cock in my mouth and suck it dry if you'll promise not to fuck me in the ass!"

Tom didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to her throaty pleas. He knew her well enough to know that her heartfelt cries were nothing more than a sham, a role she had chosen in order to make herself even more receptive to his advances, and he paid no mind to her protests. Slowly easing his prick from her cunt, he pulled back and then readjusted the tool's aim, tilting it upward slightly, enough for the head to become pointed directly at the puckered, ultra-tight little opening just behind the vaginal cleft. Her cunt had annointed his cock with a thick, slippery coating of the finest lubricant available. A knowing observer might have noticed that Derin did nothing whatever to prevent him from reorienting his cock; indeed she even lifted her hips slightly and arched her back still more, all in order to make her ass-hole even more accessible to his big, glistening cock.

He seated the tool's broad head against her anal opening and began pushing against her, exerting a slow, even pressure that at first had no discernible effect. Her ass-hole resisted him stoutly, as though it feared the tool's savage bite, but his pressure was enough to overcome that stubbornness. Gradually the opening yielded and the head of his cock began penetrating her rectum. Derin gripped the chair even more tightly and quivered heavily as the tool began its inward plunge. Still she maintained her silence, refusing to make even a sound as he fucked his way into her ass.

"Talk about something tight!" he muttered. "You're tearing the skin off my prick! Mmmmm, I can't believe that anyone could be as tight as you are! Ohhhh, Derin, you've got the tightest ass-hole in the world! I love fucking you like this; there's no one in the whole world who can take it the way you do!"

Once her incredibly tight little ass-hole had been distended enough to accept his cock's head, she relaxed just a trifle, enough to ease the pressure slightly. She had gone out of her way to tighten her anal sphincter, relishing the agony of an especially difficult entry, and the brief flurry of biting pain had enormously intensified the heated arousal of her body. He could feel the altered state of her ass and now plunged up into her ass, sheathing about half his prick with one quick thrust. She groaned, emitting a throaty sound of pure delight, as she felt the massive shaft boring deep.

"Yes, you felt that one," he whispered. "You little punk, you creep, I'm going to fuck you up the ass till you're a raving queen! I'm going to make you love taking it in the ass; when I get through with you, you'll be peddling your little ass-hole to anybody who's got five dollars! There, feel that? That's a real man in you, driving his cock up your ass! And I'm going to jack you off while I'm fucking you; I'll make you shoot your come out so strong you'll think your balls have disappeared!"

Derin gasped with sheer delight when he reached around her hip again and began manipulating her clitoris. He did so in a very unusual way, one which she had taught him. Instead of merely brushing the tip of his finger over the rigid, throbbing little bump of lust-enraged tissue, he grasped it between the thumb and forefinger of his hand, almost exactly as though it were a tiny little prick. Her clitoris was large enough for him to masturbate her in that fashion and she responded strongly to that style, which excited some of her deepest, most powerful fantasies. He could feel the extent of her pleasure, both in the ripples of excitement which worked through her body and in the uneven, spasmodic contractions which animated her ass-hole.

Tom continued to fuck his prick into her rump and to pretend that she was a young, innocent boy, a tactic which Derin found irresistibly attractive at times. She had a strongly developed imagination, especially in sexual areas, and pretending to be a member of the opposite sex sometimes gave her incredibly strong rushes of sensual exhilaration. This was one of those times and Tom exploited the opportunity to the fullest possible extent, knowing that his energetic participation would help spur Derin on to a long, powerfully vibrant climax and thus ensure his own greater pleasure as well.

"TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALL!" he muttered as he fucked deeper into her ass and continued to squeeze her clitoris in that unusual manner. "God, I'm dying to feel you come; I want to feel your come shooting out all over my hand! Ugghhhh! Yeah, twist your ass around and make it better! You're trying to milk my dick with your ass, right? Do it, you little punk, do it harder! Grind it out, twist it! Ahhh, you're getting there, you love taking it up the ass, don't you? Ugghh! Fuck my hand, fuck your cock back and forth in my hand!"

"Ohhh, Tom, you're killing me!" Derin suddenly cried out. She had begun writhing about in anguish as he stroked her clitoris and worked his prick back and forth inside her ass-hole. "I can't stand it, you're driving me crazy with your cock, you're fucking me till--unnnggghhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! My God, you're all the way up my ass, you're fucking me blind, I can't see, I can't stand it! Owwwwww! Your balls, they're rubbing against my pussy, they're making me want to ... unnnggghhhh! Aiieeee!"

Derin began to come with a breathtaking totality. The convulsive, wracking waves of sexual completion burst suddenly from her womb with not a hint of warning, cascading out into her cunt and then flowing over her body rapidly. Within the space of no more than a few seconds, she was quivering and shuddering heavily as the painfully acute outbursts of sexual fulfillment beat through her flesh. Her anal sphincter tightened around his cock with awesome strength as she fucked back and forth against him, impaling herself upon his flesh repeatedly. He continued to stroke her clitoris and to hump against her, eager to bring himself to the point of ejaculation.

The first throb of orgasmic joy worked through his big prick, causing the thick shaft to swell greatly, and Derin shrieked out an oath of incoherent joy when she felt the broad column of hard muscle begin swelling and throbbing. The first jet-like burst of come, hot as fire and exceptionally strong, flashed into her bowel and brought another moaning, whimpering cry of distressed pleasure from deep in her throat. Quaking with orgiastic joy, she continued to rotate her ass about that lusciously spurting prong until she had drained it totally; Tom's climax had endured for nearly a minute, it seemed, and his discharge had been unusually full and strong. Every twitch of his prick had given her another powerfully affecting burst of lustful pleasure. At the end, when his balls had given up their last droplet of semen, she could barely move. Slumping forward against the chair, she seemed to wilt away into a heap of lifeless flesh. He withdrew slowly, savoring the dying pangs of sexual delight, and reached down for her leotard. He stuffed the wispy garment into place against her ass-hole as she turned about and slipped down into a slumped position in the chair.

CHAPTER THREE

Lisa quickly decided that Tom Hadleigh owed nothing to chance for his promotion to the slot of Assistant Director, Finance. He established at once that he had a keen mind, one which readily absorbed every bit of business detail and retained it with a marvelous precision. He went through a prodigious amount of work each day and did so without losing a bit of his gentle, easy going good humor. They worked hard but each day at six, when he closed up his office, the work was finished; he said that he did not believe in taking work home from the office.

"It's bad for the home and bad for the office," he said, explaining his style to her. "There's no reason why a guy should have to work that hard and after a time, you get punchy anyway and you're much more-likely to make a wrong choice."

Lisa thoroughly approved of his way of working. Some bosses, she knew, regularly kept much longer hours and expected their secretaries to do the same. Tom, in contrast, outlined an agenda each morning upon arriving at the office and expected her to find her own way through it. This added degree of freedom and responsibility appealed to her and she thrived upon the extra responsibility.

"Off to Portland on Friday," he said a few days after he had arrived at the office that first day. "Set me up with appointments for conferences with all the people on this list, travel arrangements, hotel, all that. For two, naturally."

"Two?"

"You're coming too," he said. "I'm going to need some backup while I'm out there and you're working out so well that it seems best. Why? Does it conflict with something you've got going?"

"No, not at all," she said. "I'll make the arrangements."

She did so, spending most of the morning on the phone. She booked herself a first class ticket, suspecting that he would be dictating during the flight west, and got them two rooms at one of Portland's best hotels. Naturally she wondered if both rooms would be used, though she said nothing about this to Tom. He had not made a move toward her after that first day, when he had fucked her with such exquisite, bone-melting skill, but she could see that the fast pace of his working style had not allowed any intervals for office pranks. Perhaps the situation would be different once they were in Oregon, she thought, and she resolved that she would be ready for him in case he wanted her.

They worked steadily on the flight out to the western city. They arrived barely in time to catch a cab to the office where she had scheduled his first appointment. He took her into the conference room, where he met with three officials of a company which had in the past bought great quantities of Keller milling machinery. Tom dominated the meeting and quickly showed that he knew almost as much about milling as about finance. He inquired closely into their future plans, obviously with an eye toward his own firm's business arrangements, and emerged from the meeting with a signed contract for some future orders that would be highly profitable.

The rest of the day continued at the same hectic, energetic pace. He worked his way through most of the appointments-she had had to schedule some for Saturday morning-and declared himself very pleased when they left the final meeting. The success of the day buoyed him up and put a special, even more attractive spring in his step, so that Lisa could feel her own emotional batteries begin recharging as she shared his infectious good humor.

"Back to the hotel for a drink and a shower and then it'll be out to dinner at the best seafood house in town," he said. "How does that sound?"

"like heaven!" she said.

He did not offer to take his drink in her room or to shower with her, as she had hoped. Lisa's pussy had already gained enough vivacity for her to be impatiently eager for him but she saw now that she was going to have to wait till after dinner if she was going to get another treatment from that virile cock. She reclined on her bed with a tall Scotch-and-soda ordered from room service and gave herself over to mental images of the most stimulating kind. In particular, she saw herself lying back on a big, rumpled bed and taking his rigid prick into her cunt while his wife sat beside them, masturbating herself with a huge dildo as she watched them fuck.

I can't help wondering what she's really like, Lisa thought. That picture on his desk, it doesn't make her look awfully feminine; it could almost be a boy's picture, I really believe that. And he's never so much as mentioned her, either. Strange. I wonder if they have anything going between them? She certainly doesn't look as if she could have very much of a sex drive, although you can't tell much from a picture, a lot of the time. Well, I guess we'll just have to find out for ourselves later, maybe.

She had been stroking her pussy with her free hand while meditating on her fantasies and now, stirred by more explicit thoughts of Tom's wife, she began finger-fucking in a much more serious way. Lisa moved her hand down to thrust the middle finger of her free hand deep into her cunt; the abrupt penetration brought a low, gasping cry of ecstatic pleasure from her lips. She brought her thighs together, forcing her hand up against her pussy more forcefully, and quickly humped her way to a short but very satisfying climax. She then showered and dressed for dinner.

The situation after the meal was quite different. Tom showed that he was an excellent host and went out of his way to make sure that she was served expertly prepared food and wine. He entertained her with a sparkling, varied flow of talk, none of it pertaining to business, and proved once again that his interests were by no means confined to business matters. When they left the restaurant, she felt very fortunate to be working for so accomplished and interesting a man.

"Now for the rest of the evening," he said. "I was hoping you might want to join me in my room for a time, now that we've got some free time and the chance to let go and enjoy ourselves."

Lisa was of course eminently ready to accept that invitation. She nodded her assent and they caught a cab back to the hotel, where they rode up to his room in silence. Once inside the room, he became a dedicated, purposeful lover and within a short time she felt as though her pussy was about to explode with pent-up emotion, even though they were both fully clothed and had exchanged no more than one long kiss and a fervent, hot embrace. She impudently pushed her pelvis against the hard ridge of manly sexual organ which pressed against her belly, trembling eagerly as she felt its warmth seep through his trousers and her dress.

"By the way," he casually mentioned as they broke apart and began stripping off their clothes, "Derin's very interested in you!"

"D-Derin?"

"Sure, you know, my wife," he said, looking up innocently. "I told her all about the time we made it there in the office. You don't mind, do you?"

"My God, you actually told her?"

"Of course," he said. "I tell her about all my affairs and she tells me about hers. Hey, you need to understand that she isn't the jealous, possessive sort of all. She was really interested to hear about you and she's wild to meet you. We were talking about maybe inviting you out for dinner when I get back from this trip."

"Wow! You really had me worried there for a minute," Lisa said. "Well, it's okay, as long as she really doesn't mind. You've got to admit, though, that you don't usually tell wives about that sort of thing!"

"Okay, maybe it's a little out of the ordinary," he admitted frankly. "But Derin's definitely out of the ordinary, don't worry about that. Hearing about what we did, the way you are, it really turned her on."

"Oh? You mean you actually told her about our little encounter and then you made it with her?"

"Sure, it made her horny as hell," Tom said. "Why? don't you get excited when you hear about what other people do?"

"Yes, of course," Lisa admitted. "I ... well, I guess I'm susceptible to that kind of thing. Hearing about it, that's almost as good as seeing it, to tell the truth!"

"Hey, I love that in a woman! Being able to enjoy watching, I mean, that's really nice. Maybe tomorrow after we've finished working we can take in a porno film or two, huh? You like seeing them?"

"As long as they're reasonably well done," Lisa admitted. "The really crude ones, where the people don't know how to act or where they aren't very attractive, they don't do anything for me, but a well made film, yes, I like that kind."

"I'll keep that in mind," Tom promised. "Derin and I have a small collection of porno on video cassettes, you know; sometimes we like to turn on the set and watch from the bed. Man, it would be nice having you there with us!"

"My, you two are liberated!" she said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you really mean it? All three of us in bed together? At the same time?"

"Sure, it would be so fine," he said. He had already removed the last of his clothing and now stood naked before her, fondling his cock and working it up to a full erection. Lisa hurried to strip off her pantyhose so that she could display her entire body before him. "She's bisexual, you know; do you, er, have anything against another woman? As a lover, I mean?"

"Certainly not," she assured him. "Generally I prefer men but every so often I seem to get into a very different frame of mind, where I really enjoy a woman."

She wanted to hear more about Tom's wife but he diverted her by coming toward her and rubbing the semi-tumescent head of his prick against her thighs. That sensual contact, so suggestive and arousing, effectively turned her attention to more pressing concerns and she moved her feet farther apart. He seized the opportunity and brought his prick up higher, rubbing along the inside of her right thigh until the big head rubbed against her pubis. He did not attempt to penetrate her but seemed content to work his prick back and forth against her vulva. The heated slit transferred enough sexual emotion to him to bring his cock to a complete erection, one which took her breath away when she looked down and beheld its manly fullness.

"You really like a big one, don't you?" he asked, noting the dramatic reaction on her face. "It turns you on more, right?"

"It does, though I know it's all an old wives' tale, that stuff about the big ones being better," she said. "I know that the pleasure doesn't have a thing to do with sheer size; I've tested it myself and found it to be true. But yes, I always get more excited when I look at a really big one. like yours, for example! And all the more so when it had a super-large head!"

"Yes, I sometimes feel that way about boobs," he said. "I still get excited when I see a woman with a really big pair, all the more so if they've got a good shape. And like you, I know that sheer size doesn't make her a better lover, not necessarily. Derin, as a matter-of-fact, has really small breasts, almost none at all, and yet I don't know that I've ever known a woman who's more into sex in every respect. You just might be her equal, I'm not sure yet, but ... she's out of sight!"

His mention of his wife at that time determined Lisa on a course of action she had already been considering: she now promised herself that she would pull out every stop, use every stratagem she knew, all in an effort at convincing him that she was the best. She began concentrating extra-hard on him now, eager to pick up every nuance of meaning and significance in his voice, all with an eye toward proving her capabilities.

"Rub your cock over my nipples," she whispered. "Mmmmmm, that's something that always makes me go crazy inside!"

"What if I were to moisten it first?" he countered. "Would it be better if you could look down and see pussy juice on your nipples?"

"Oh, yes!" she breathed, ecstatic at his suggestion. "I'd love that!"

She lay back on his bed and opened her thighs to him. He leaned into place between them and forced his prick up into the narrow, incredibly hot tunnel, now brimful of volcanically heated lubricant, and quickly withdrew. Moving up her body, he began anointing her breasts with her own pussy's rich, erotically charged oils. The nature of the swab he was using helped make the act still more exciting for her, so that she could feel her desire growing quickly into a stormcenter of lusty hunger.

"Now to lick it off them," he breathed, his eyes dancing with new eagerness.

He chose to re-insert his prick in her cunt as he bent down to tongue her breasts. Lisa shuddered expressively when she felt the huge bolt being driving into place; the feel of his tongue on her nipples, rasping and hard, made the jolting violence of the vaginal penetration even more arousing. Lisa squeezed him with her thighs, exerting almost as much pressure as she could, and then brought her legs up higher, so that she could lock her heels together just behind the cheeks of his sinewy ass. He continued to mouth her hot, aching breasts as she swung her pelvis up to open her cunt more fully to him and he thrust into her with a long, breathtakingly effective stroke.

"OHHHH, YOU'VE GOT IT ALL THE WAY IN!" she groaned, writhing about in the grip of a sudden, unexpected fit of sexual anguish. The entry of his cock affected her with far greater power than she had anticipated and quickly sent her spinning into a state of near climax. "UGGHH! OHHH, DO IT, TOM, I CAN FEEL THE COME, YOU'RE MAKING ME WANT TO COME ALREADY, I'VE GOT IT, IT'S HERE, YOU'RE FUCKING ME INTO-AGGGHHHHH!"

He had not expected anything like that kind of reaction but he quickly responded to her eagerness. Withdrawing slightly, he clenched his buttocks together and rammed the lethally stiffened prong deeper into her cunt. Lisa's excitement had lent a special tightness to her vaginal sheath, making for even more resistance to his prick, and he felt his balls twitch in an unmistakable manner. Her furious arousal had transmitted itself to his cock and was now infecting his balls with her own eagerness. Amazed at the quickness of his own response, he grunted with surprise and began fucking much harder. Lisa greeted his hard, driving action with cries of delight and snapped her ass about with concentrated, dedicated abandon.

Tom's balls erupted within seconds. His climax, a dramatic display of manly excess, came just in time to reinforce her orgasm and to propel her into a state of real surrender. As her cunt exploded with lustful vigor, heaving and clutching madly at his foaming cock, she pressed her breast into his mouth harder and cried out in sensual delirium. Again and again he slammed his prick into her hotly working cunt, fucking into his own sperm and driving hard until he had exhausted his passion. In the process, he fucked Lisa into three separate orgasms, though they had occurred so swiftly that they almost seemed as one.

Finally, lying atop her and panting hard, he slowed his pace to a standstill and lifted his head up from her breasts. Her face had assumed an even lovelier expression as she drifted down from the summit inspired by complete sexual release. She relaxed the grip of her legs and gradually extended them full length beside him, though she put a hand over his buttocks to make sure that he stayed well inside her.

"Mmmmmm, beautiful!" she purred, blinking her eyes and trying to get them into focus once more. "No, don't take it out yet; I love feeling a man in me like that!"

"I wasn't going to take it out," he told her. "I like it too-and my cock loves it even more, resting in there and taking a bath, that's what it's doing!"

"Yes, I like the idea," she whispered. "Mmmmmm, I like that picture! It's resting in my cunt and bathing in our come!"

Tom tightened his abdominal muscles, making his prick swell and throb inside her, and she laughed delightedly.

"Ahh, he's still got some life!" she said, enjoying the sensation. "I can see that I'm going to have to work harder at subduing him!"

"Oh, he's dead enough as far as feeling goes," Tom said. "You've already fucked all the feeling out of it. God, I don't know when I've gotten off so quickly!"

"Hey, I loved it!" Lisa said, concerned that he might be embarrassed because of the quickness of his climax. "No, really, sometimes it's just so marvelous, feeling a guy go off like that! And oh, did it ever make mine better!"

She was not going out of her way to soothe his possibly injured feelings. Far from resenting a quick orgasm from her partner, she usually took a prompt climax as a compliment to her own attractiveness and to her ability to excite the man unduly. And, as she had said, the feel of his massive prick at work inside her cunt, belching and erupting so strongly, had greatly strengthened the force of her own orgasm.

"Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready for seconds," he said. "And this time we'll make it last longer!"

"What if I were to work on you a little?" she asked, in no mood for an interlude. "I'll bet it wouldn't take all that long. God, I'd love to suck your cock right now!"

Tom grinned and began lifting himself off her. Lisa again lifted her knees up, drawing them back until they were almost touching her breast; she wanted to elevate her ass so that she could see his monumental love-staff slipping from between the lips of her pussy. He understood her desire and lifted himself still higher, allowing her to look down between their torsos. The sight of his thick-shafted cock emerging, coated with an enchanting mixture of her cunt's ripe, womanly oils and his own thick, creamy ejaculate, was enough to make her heart stop almost cold.

"Ohhh, yes, it's so fantastic!" she moaned, powerfully struck by the sensual appearance of his cock. "Mmmmmm, so big, so wet!"

He completed the withdrawal and lay back, stretching out the full length to enjoy the next chapter of their erotic epic. Lisa squirmed about, clamping one hand over her frothing pussy, and eagerly sucked up the head of his prick into her mouth. He still had enough life in his prick for it to be very large and almost as hard as it had been when he had begun fucking her. The rank, violently sexual taste of fresh fucking assailed her taste buds and sent her mind reeling under heavy assault. She sucked eagerly at his prick's head, desperate for more of the exciting taste, and swallowed hard. His come, now thoroughly mixed with her piquant juices, had a bawdy, infinitely exciting quality, one which inflamed her entire body with sexual frenzy.

Overcome with lustful desire, Lisa forced her lips far down the thick pillar of muscular cock, shuddering as the broad-rimmed head pierced deeper into her mouth. She now took all of it, quivering with delight as the big head penetrated her throat, and voluptuously rubbed her lips into the wet, matted bush of honey-brown pubic hair growing around the tool's base. If Tom had had any doubt about her ability to swallow all his cock, she dispelled them with that one quick, sure move.

CHAPTER FIVE

Tom had just moved Lisa around so that he could look between her thighs and watch as she fingered her pussy while sucking on his prick. She enjoyed the feel of her own slit when it was full of semen; the creamy, slippery consistency of sperm delighted her and she took a great deal of pleasure, usually, in spreading a full, hearty ejaculation over her vulva. Tom's interest in watching her play with herself informed her that he had no hang-ups about his own sperm and she suspected that before long he would slide farther down, so that he could begin exciting her clitoris with his tongue.

The bedside telephone rang at that moment, its jarring note ripping through her concentration. He reached out to pick up the receiver, which happened to be conveniently at hand, and answered. After a moment's pause she heard him utter his wife's name, evidently with both surprise and pleasure. That brought her up with a start and she twisted her head about to look up at him, thougn she kept his prick firmly planted between her lips.

"It's Derin," he said, cupping a hand over the mouthpiece. "Shall I tell her that you're here? She'd love to know exactly what you're doing right now!"

Lisa's brain spun under the implication of that remark. She had never before conceived of exactly this kind of situation and, now that it was upon her, she found that her clitoris was emitting strange but very compelling signs of interest. She needed only a second in which to make up her mind. Managing a smile of assent without taking her mouth off his cock, she bent back to her work and took more of his prick.

"As a matter-of-fact she's just going down on me," Tom said, speaking into the phone once more. "We had ourselves a super fuck just a few minutes ago and she decided that she wanted a taste while it was still hot and fresh. You should have seen me, Derin; I was on her and coming like a rank teenager almost as soon as I got my dick up her!"

"That's very nice," Derin said. She was in bed, naked, and was contemplating a big dildo while she talked. The tool's rubbery shaft looked very menacing, having a number of wart-like bumps distributed over its surface. "I've just had a nice, hot bath and an ice water douche and now I'm sitting here looking at that dildo you gave me last spring. The big one, the one with all the little bumps on it?"

"Yes, I know the one," he said. "Damn, I wish I could be there; I'd love to see you fucking yourself with it. Are you going to put it in your pussy? Or up your ass?"

"Maybe both," she said. "Not at the same time, of course, but ... oh, I think I'll tease my pussy with it first. Are you ready, darling? I'm about ready to start putting it in!"

"Just a minute, let me tell Lisa," he said. Pulling the phone away from his mouth, he told Lisa about the extra-large dildo, describing it in some detail, and added that Derin was about to begin masturbating with it. "Yeah, her eyes really got big when she heard that! And wow, the move she put on me! Derin, she's got it all in her mouth, every inch of it; the head's way down her throat and ... ohhh, honest to God, I think she's trying to suck me off already!"

"I love it!" Derin said. "I'm getting ready to put it in now, darling. God, how I wish you could see my pussy right now-it's so hot, so wet and slippery! I've been rubbing the lips for fifteen minutes and watching that new casette you got last week, the one with the blonde getting fucked up the ass? Yes, that incredible black stud is feeding it to her, just jamming it home with those incredible strokes! Oooooh, it's going in, lover, it's spreading my pussy out and ... unnnggghhhhh! There, it's in now, the tip's inside my cunt and now I can feel the knobs, they're digging into the mouth of my cunt and making me want to-ahhh! Ooooohh!-it almost feels like your cock, darling, it's so fucking big!"

"Keep on sucking me," Tom said, looking down at Lisa with even greater intensity. "All the way, take it all the way in! Ugghhh! When I feel it going down your throat I want to shoot come all over! Derin's fucking herself with the dildo now; she's got it rammed up her pussy and she's working it back and forth, I think; yes, she's holding the receiver down to her twat and I hear the slurping noise, she's so wet and hot! You ought to be here, Derin; she's lying with her legs wide open, fingering her pussy, and I can see the come rolling out! She's spreading it all over her box, making it look a hundred times sexier. Here, I'll finger-fuck her for a minute and hold the phone down for you to hear!"

Lisa's mind was already staggering under the overload of sensual stimulation. The feel of Tom's cock against her tongue sent shudders of lustful desire spreading through her body and knowing that he was talking to his wife made the big rod even more fantastically arousing. She eagerly moved her loins toward him and opened for him to get his hand into place. He thrust the middle finger of his right hand up into her cunt and began fingerfucking her hotly, holding the phone down close so that Derin could hear the lubricious sound of his wet fingers working back and forth in the fountain of love. There was still enough of his come inside her cunt to make the channel exceptionally moist and slippery.

"I hear it," Derin breathed. "She sounds like a pump working! Is she really so tight, darling? Even now, after you've had that big, lovely prick up her?"

"She's incredibly tight!" he said, slowing the piston-like action of his finger and beginning to caress Lisa's pussy in a gentler, even more stirring way. "Ohhh, hot damn, she's sucking my balls now! She's got them both in her mouth and she's rubbing her tongue over the bag; it's enough to drive anybody crazy!"

"Ohhh, I wish I were there" Derin muttered. She had plunged the monstrously carved dildo in her cunt until only an inch of the shaft remained clear; holding it in place, she flicked a forefinger over her clitoris repeatedly, shuddering as the rapidly moving finger set off additional blasts of sexual madness. "I'd love to be able to fuck you while she's licking your balls! Would that excite you, darling, to have your prick in my pussy while another woman's sucking your balls? I'd like that myself; I'd love having those big, manly eggs in my mouth when you start to cream! I could make you come ever so much better, I'm positive I could!"

Tom relay of Derin's thoughts to Lisa, who answered with even more violent forms of sexual stimulation. She put her mouth back on his cock and let her tongue go wild, curling around the broad, purple head and digging hard into the deep groove behind it; he arched his hips upward and fucked into her mouth with short, brutally strong thrusts that indicated the extent of his own arousal. For a moment Lisa thought he might be getting ready to come again and she prepared herself to receive his load but then he slowed the pace of his thrusts and subsided.

Thinking that a change of pace might bring him to a more decided state, she quickly removed her mouth and scrambled up into a kneeling position, holding her loins directly above his. Reaching down with her right hand, she gathered up his prick and began rubbing it against the conveniently placed lips of her pussy. She knelt facing him, so that he could watch her at play, and she saw at once that he enjoyed the sight.

Tom described her actions to Derin, who rapidly concluded her own excitement and climaxed in short order. As the pangs of emotional fulfillment reached a peak, she released the grip on the receiver and let it fall to her side, reaching down with her now freed hand to hold the dildo even more firmly in place. Tom could hear her gasping, whimpering cries of ecstatic joy and tersely described her climax to Lisa.

Lisa pushed the head of his prick up snugly against the mouth of her cunt and moved her hips back, sliding herself down upon the big tip. She gasped with astonished pleasure as it popped into the mouth of her cunt and splayed the inner tunnel wide; the entrance was even more arousing than earlier, when she had taken it for the first time that evening. She massaged her vulva briefly and then lifted her hands, wet with her pussy's sensual ointment and the residue of his semen, up to her breasts. He grinned appreciatively when he saw her spreading the intoxicating salve over her dark, prominently shaped nipples.

"Ahhh, I'm back," Derin breathed, her voice still broken with the aftereffects of the tumultuous orgasm. "Mmmmmm, I feel wrecked, just wasted away to nothing!"

Tom described Lisa's newest venture to his wife and emphasized the hot, tight feel of her pussy around his throbbing prick. Derin cried out happily when she heard that Lisa was spreading the love juice over her nipples and swore that she would kiss the sensual dew off them if she were there. Tom reached out with his free hand to touch Lisa's pussy as she worked it farther down the beam of hard muscle. Collecting a measure of the stimulating moisture, he brought the finger to his lips and tasted, making an expressive face of pleasure as the flavor filtered into his brain.

"I've had a taste of it myself," he said to Derin, "and it's just incredible, it has the sexiest taste! I ran my finger along the edge of her pussy and then tasted of it. Wow! Ohhh, now she's reaching down and rubbing her clit, she's doing herself with her finger! And fucking me at the same time!"

Lisa's venture into new areas backfired on her. She had mounted him with an eye toward creating a stronger desire within his loins but she quickly found herself becoming much more aroused. Sitting atop him put his cock in her at a different angle, one which set off irresistible yearnings in her cunt. As her finger played about her clitoris, she felt a vague, far-off twitch which could mean only one thing. Absurdly eager to hurry the climax along, she began masturbating furiously and at the same time she twisted her ass around te make his prick work back and forth even more dramatically.

Tom held the phone and watched. The sight of that tall, lovely woman twisting her loins around his stiff cock aroused him, though not so much that he felt close to an orgasm. He helped her along, flexing his hips and thrusting up into her with slow, gentle motions and within a few moments saw her being shattered by a series of long, thundering orgiastic pulsations. Lisa choked out a wailing, shrill cry of distress as her womb clenched up into a tight, throbbing knot of excited tension, then burst open suddenly. The waves of orgasmic release burst forth with mind-bending power, taking possession of her body and rendering her nearly helpless.

"No, I'd better hang up now," he said as Lisa thrashed her way into the final stages of her climax. "I can feel my own balls getting hot again; I want to try something else with her. I'll call you tomorrow, love, promise. Goodnight!"

Lisa vaguely realized that he had terminated the call. Her mind still reeled from the heavy, repeated attack of sexual pleasure. She tilted forward and leaned down against him, resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, digging his fingers into her back. At the same time, he continued pushing his prick into her, enabling her to derive full pleasure from the waning tide of orgasmic delight.

"You're really something else, you know that?" he asked, caressing her tenderly. "Smart as a whip, quick, clever, thoughtful, damned attractive and just as sexy as can be! Derin's really going to love having you when we finally get together, the three of us!"

"I still can't believe that you're completely serious," Lisa muttered. "All three of us in bed together? Somehow that seems just a little too much!"

"No, it's the truth," he insisted. "And when we get back we'll work on setting something up. I really think she'd go out of her gourd if she could settle down between your legs and start eating you out. Especially if I'd just shot a big load in you!"

"Oh? Is that how you'd do it?" Lisa felt intrigued and could feel herself coming alive with interest, even after that last debilitating orgasm. "First one and then the other of you would torture me? Mmmmmm, you'll have me worn away to nothing!"

"We could go like that," he admitted, "but more-likely ... well, it's hard to say. Derin really gets off on three-way action too, you know."

"You mean ... all three of us involved at the same time?"

"That's the ticket," he said. "Me, I can get madly horny just by watching a couple of really handsome women make out, but then I also like joining in, too. Derin really gets wound up when she sees me fucking another woman; that seems to bring her alive like nothing else in the world. No, I think she'd most of all like going down on you after we'd had ourselves a good, juicy fuck! And she'd probably want me to give it to her at the same time. Yeah, she'd probably enjoy taking it up her ass while she was licking the come out of your pussy!"

Tom had described that abandoned tableau in a lazy, matter-of-fact tone of voice, exactly as though it were a normal, everyday occurrence to him. To Lisa, however, his words had a dramatic, marvelously exhilarating effect. Already fascinated with the notion of making love to a husband and his wife, she found his description a source of wildly erotic power and she could feel new vigor pumping back into her pussy once more.

"Really? I, er, I thought you said she was quite small," she said. "You mean you really do it to her that way?"

"Hey, Derin loved it from the very first time I tried it with her," he said. "I know, she's always seemed too small, too thin and narrow, but the fact is, she really gets off on being stretched! I think she-likes it a little, the idea of being hurt. Not that she's got into the real sadism/masochism thing, none of that, but the notion of taking a really big one up the ass, that gets her going like crazy!"

Lisa almost blurted out her own eagerness to feel his massive length of hard cock penetrating her own ass-hole. She held back for a tense moment, fearing that he might think that she was too forward; she also suspected that he would be testing her in that area before very long and that she would not have to ask to be fucked in that ultra-exciting way. That thought had enough emotional electricity in it to give her flesh a new aura of super-charged erotic life. Hoping that Tom would carry through with the plan which brought such pulsating energy to her flesh, she lifted herself off him and curled up at his side.

Tom wasted little time in assuming the initiative. Lisa lay on her stomach, one knee drawn up high, and he reached over her hip to begin caressing her pussy from the rear. She instinctively adjusted her posture to give him even freer access to the frantically throbbing slit and in doing so, she also opened up her anus more fully to his hand. He dabbled the middle finger of his hand in her pussy's lips for a moment, long enough for it to acquire a thick coating of the sensual love oil bubbling from her cunt. After moistening his finger in that thoroughly stimulating way, he removed it and applied it to her ass-hole. Lisa groaned softly when she felt the tip of his finger playing over her anus; the slightest contact was enough to make her entire being clamor for harder, more brutally fulfilling treatment.

"Yes, it's just as tight as it could ever hope to be," he whispered as he plumbed her rump with his finger. "And lively, too, right? Ohh, Lisa, you'll really love it when I fuck you up the ass; you'll be coming all over yourself!"

Lisa said nothing. She did not trust herself to reply, at least not in a sensible fashion; she also felt positive that her anal sphincter was answering for her. The ring of muscle around the entrance to her ass-hole convulsed strongly, gripping Tom's finger with hard, enthusiastic contractions, and he worked deeper into her body. She tilted her rump upward slightly and made as if to fuck back against his finger, hoping that the movement would indicate the real extent of her yearning.

"You do want it," he said. "All right, I'm hot for it too! Here, get yourself into place and I'll give it to you, Lisa! Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I've been wanting to fuck you up the ass!"

"I've been wanting it too," she admitted as she got herself into a kneeling position. "At first I was afraid of it-you're so damned big!-but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed that I absolutely had to have you in my ass! All the way in, right up to the balls! Ohhh, God, I've been wanting it so badly!"

He wasted little time in giving her what she wanted. Settling in behind her, he thrust up into her cunt first, bathing his cock in that lush flow of hot, slippery woman-juice. When he judged that his prick had acquired enough lubricant to penetrate her tighter opening, he pulled back and readjusted the aim, directing the big head squarely against her tender, throbbing anus.

"It won't take long to get me off," he warned. "Fucking a woman in the ass always makes my balls impatient!"

Lisa couldn't reply. She had pulled a pillow toward her and buried her face in it, knowing that she would need to muffle the cries of agonized joy which would inevitably burst from her throat when she felt him begin dilating her ass-hole. If her previous experience were an adequate guide, she thought, she would begin to come almost as soon as he had the head of his cock fairly in place and the orgiastic stirrings would continue to work through her flesh until he had shot his last drop of come into her bowel and had removed his prick.

She willed her ass into as complete a state of relaxation as she could manage, though her overflowing excitement dictated that this was not very complete. Tom did not spare her; once he had the head of his cock settled against her anus he began thrusting forward and soon began opening the ultra-tender orifice. Knowing that there was no way to get around the temporary discomfort of the initial penetration, he fucked his way into her ass with a few brutally powerful strokes and soon had two inches of his prick buried inside the tense, hot opening.

Lisa had groaned at the first touch but her throat began emitting shrill, sobbing cries of torture as she felt him more completely. To her, it seemed as though someone had heated a gigantic sword in a furnace and then had begun thrusting the white-hot metal into her bowel. She did not attempt to pull away from him, however; her determination was at least as great as his own and she held her rump in the air without moving.

Once the head of his cock had opened her ass-hole and a portion of the thick shaft was boring into place she could feel the agony turning into a strange kind of physical joy, one that was similar to what she felt when she took a lovely, stiff prick in her pussy, but also strikingly different. There was nothing quite like the feel of a large, hot prick in one's ass, she had long ago discovered, and while it was not a sensation she wanted incessantly, there were times when the desire to have it became almost insensibly powerful.

Lisa slowly toppled forward onto her stomach, stretching out full length. She cupped her right hand under her love mound so that she could stimulate her clitoris and the lips of her pussy as she took the remainder of his cock; masturbating would make the lustful pangs even more unbearably delicious, she knew. Tom followed her down and bore into place, skewing his cock into her ass with a slow but irresistible strength. As the tool slid deeper, he could feel his balls jangling madly and knew that his come was getting ready to blast out.

"There, there it comes!" he gasped, hurrying the storm along by working back and forth to increase the friction against his cock. "OHHHH, AHHHH, YOU'RE SUCKING THE COME RIGHT OUT OF MY BALLS! OHHHH, LISA, I CAN'T HOLD IT, I CAN'T KEEP FROM CREAMING, YOU'RE MAKING ME WANT TO-UNNNGGGHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!"

CHAPTER SIX

Tom and Lisa finished the company's round of business in Portland in time for a triumphant lunch celebration that Saturday. She had moved about very circumspectly for most of the morning, acutely aware of the fact that her rump had been given an extremely severe test the previous day. By noon, however, most of the soreness had worn off and she had begun to feel her normal self.

"It was really great of you to get up and help me this morning," he said as they waited for their order of smoked salmon hors d'oeuvres to appear. "After a session like the one we had last night, you must have been hurting a little."

"I was a little sore, especially early this morning," she admitted. "But it's wearing off. I'm not sure my ass could take that two days in a row, though!"

"No, we'll have to avoid doing it like that for a while," he said. "I'm not sure I could get it up for any very strenuous action anyway. You really drained me, you know; that last time, I thought I was going to pass out when it hit me!"

Lisa could vividly recall the way his prick had swelled and throbbed inside her ass as it burst into foaming, lusty activity. Even though her pussy had been churning out fantastic waves of orgiastic joy, she had been able to feel his ejaculation with a marvelous clarity. Every spurt of the huge rod had intensified her own climax, naturally, and she had fucked away at his furiously discharging prick until neither of them could move.

"At first, you know, I wasn't sure whether I really wanted it that way or not," she told him. "But once we'd gotten started I could tell that really, deep down inside, I didn't want anything but that! At the beginning, I think I was mainly interested in showing you that I really could take it that way. Once you'd started putting it in, though ... well, you know the rest!"

"I was thinking that maybe we could take it very easy this afternoon," he suggested. "Maybe see some sights, play the tourist bit a while? And then a flight back tomorrow? Unless you'd rather get back right away, of course."

As it happened, they spent virtually all the rest of their time in Portland together. He invited her to his room, where she was to make the necessary call about their flight back to the Twin Cities, and once inside the room their rapidly emerging desire for each other asserted itself.

Lisa sensed that he was beginning to want her as they rode the elevator up to his room. By the time they were inside she could see that he had developed a very noticeable erection. Excusing herself, she went into the bathroom, where she removed her pantyhose. When she rejoined him in the bedroom and sat down to make the call, she leaned back against the headboard and casually allowed the skirt of her dress to slide up her naked thighs. He alertly noticed the bareness of her legs and immediately responded, coming over to her and touching the back of her left thigh. Lisa readily opened for him and he began stroking the lips of her pussy as she conferred with the airlines clerk, securing them a flight leaving at ten o'clock Sunday morning.

"Mmmmmm, I like that," Lisa said. "I wonder how many reservations she's taken from a secretary who was being finger-fucked? She certainly never talked to anyone who was any more turned on by it, that's for sure!"

He continued to stroke her rapidly warming slit until she thought she would scream with agony. His finger set off a round of concentrated desire within her cunt and brought her to an exceptionally high peak of sexual hunger. He was not trying to bring her all the way off, however; in fact, he seemed to prefer keeping her at that state of quivering, love-slick readiness for as long as possible.

"I was hoping you'd let me go down on you," he said after a time. "I'd love eating your cunt till you couldn't feel a thing!"

"Mmmmmm, an enticing invitation," she murmured. "You mean you just want me to make a pig out of myself?"

"That's the idea," he said. "I'd like for you to fuck my mouth until you can't move any longer!"

"I like it," she said, drawing in a quick breath as his finger set off additional alarm bells of sexual excitement inside her cunt. "I like it a lot. And then? What kind of price are you going to charge for that kind of service?"

"Oh, maybe the same kind of treatment in return," he said. "After you've regained your strength, of course. But that isn't very important for right now; I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out when the time comes. But the more I go down on you, the more you come against my mouth, the more my balls will be building up a big load. The longer I stay hard the more I'll come later, when you finally get me off.

"Ahhh, that's the kind of talk I really like," Lisa purred. "I love it best when a man is really loaded, when it seems like he's never going to stop creaming! That's the time when I can really enjoy it the most!"

She quickly slipped out of her clothes and watched as he stripped. His cock didn't show any evidence of the hard duty it had served the night before; as far as she could tell it was at least as large and as hard as it had been when he had begun stuffing it up her amazingly sensitive ass-hole. Lisa honored his desires, however, and did not attempt to touch that big weapon, though she could feel her pussy's lips becoming far hotter as she contemplated its size. If he wanted her to sit on his face and fuck herself into as many paroxysms of sexual abandon as she could manage, she was more than willing to accommodate that inclination.

They spent most of the afternoon in a long, ultra-exciting series of sexual explorations before he finally released his charge of sperm. The extended period of mutual excitement had put a hard, aching knot of pure sexual tension deep inside her cunt, even though she had climaxed repeatedly against his mouth and his fingers; it had also primed his balls with a superbly conditioned charge of sperm. When finally he mounted her and began slicing into her tense, quivering cunt, she knew that he intended letting go almost as soon as he had pushed the long, thick implement home. Lisa therefore worked extra hard at exciting him as he sheathed his prick.

Swinging her hips about with wide, swooping motions, she added immeasurably to the friction her highly aroused cunt applied to his cock. The abandoned hip-swings also greatly intensified the sensations attendant to the penetration, so that she profited from the hard work almost as much as he did. Gasping with expectant joy, she fucked away until she felt his buttocks tighten up into balls of hard muscle. Then, knowing that he was about to fuck his prick the rest of the way home, she drew her legs farther up his body and spread her thighs fully, allowing him to plunge into her as fast and as far as he could.

He stiffened abruptly when he felt his balls begin to churn lustfully. Deeply planted in her steaming love-canal, his prick quivered heavily and then spat out the first of a long series of incredibly stirring bursts of hot come. His balls rested against her ass-hole, so that she could feel them dancing about as they coughed up the full measure of masculine cream; the sensation gave her another avenue of pleasure and helped her reach a state of throbbing joy almost equal to his own. The deeply planted prick, as well as the hearty discharge of semen, worked miracles in evaporating the knot of tension which had developed in her cunt, so that she felt much more relaxed when she began sliding down from the peak of feeling she had reached.

They discarded all plans of touring the city and remained in his room, emerging only briefly for a quick sandwich in the hotel's coffee shop and then retiring to bed once more. Lisa could not have begun to count the number of times he brought her to orgasm during the afternoon and night, but when they left for the airport the next morning she felt both intensely fulfilled but also thoroughly drained.

"I feel like I ought to be at least thirty pounds lighter," she said as they waited in the airlines' lounge for their flight. "Are you sure I'm not invisible? Mmmmmm, what a delicious way to pass the time!"

They chatted amiably during the flight and by the time they reached Minneapolis, Lisa felt even more warmly inclined toward him. He had called Derin, his wife, before the flight had left Portland and she was to meet him at the airport. He told Lisa that she would have her chance at meeting his wife and she immediately felt a cold, forbidding sense of danger, though he promised her that Derin would have only the kindliest of feelings toward her. When the plane had landed and they were to leave, he had to urge her twice to accompany him off the plane.

His assurances were nothing if not accurate, she decided after meeting the tiny little woman. Derin smiled pleasantly when he introduced them and Lisa felt as though she were meeting an old friend, rather than the wife of the man with whom she had spent so intoxicating a weekend.

"Why not come out and have lunch with us?" Derin suggested. "I've heard so much about you from Tom; I'd really like to sit down with you some time and talk. Or something! Mmmmmm, he didn't really do justice to you; you're even more attractive than he led me to believe!"

"I ... thanks, believe me, but I've got a lot of catching up to do," Lisa said, taken aback at the woman's directness. "I'd like to take the invitation, but not today, really. Could I take a rain-check?"

"Of course, but only if you'll agree to spend next weekend with us, your and our schedules permitting," Derin said. "Come up Friday after work, stay till Sunday? Honest, Lisa, I'd love to ... well, you know the kind of thing I'm thinking about, I'm sure! And with Tom there too, it'd be just super nice!"

"All right, next weekend it is," Lisa agreed. "Schedules permitting, of course."

"And since I'm the boss, I'll make sure that the schedules do permit," Tom said.

Lisa had driven her own car to the airport and collected it. Driving back to her apartment, she had plenty of time to reflect on Derin's forwardness and attractiveness. She had no doubt that the woman was indeed attracted to her; she had been able to read the hunger in the woman's blue eyes and she knew that Derin wanted her. For her own part, she could confidently say that the desire was a reciprocal one. Small, petite women had always appealed to her, ever since she had learned that a woman's sexuality was every bit as powerful as a man's and quite as satisfying to her, and she felt sure that Derin would be a powerful, skilled and inventive lover.

"I didn't want to seem like a party pooper yesterday," she told Tom during the next day at work, "but I really just felt exhausted. Drained, weak, listless, I wouldn't have been any good at all as a luncheon guest."

"Oh, I imagine Derin could have found some ways to get you into a livelier frame of mind," he said. "I know some women who are pretty heavily into the gay scene and they've told me that they haven't run across any lovers better than she is. I'll sure be glad when the weekend gets here; all I've been hearing is how much she wants to get it on with you! She can't wait, for example, to get her tongue up you!"

From time to time, during the week, he again mentioned Derin's rampant desire, just as though he were afraid that she might forget that his wife was eager for her. Lisa assured him that she was just as eager for Derin, which was nothing less than the actual truth; he had let several snippets of information drop which, taken together, let her know that the woman had no inhibitions whatever. When the Friday afternoon arrived and they were ready to leave the office, Lisa could feel her pussy bubbling merrily and she knew that she was off to a madly exciting adventure.

They spent the weekend in the Hadleigh's townhouse. Derin wore a stunning hostess gown when they arrived but within five minutes after the greeting she was stark naked. Tom had suggested a communal bath as a way of preparing for the delights to come, an idea which appealed to Lisa, and the three of them slipped into the big tub. Lisa's impromptu strip act had a couple of enthusiastic admirers and they gathered her into their arms as soon as she had entered the water.

Derin gently sponged her body, touching the big sponge to the vital parts with a soft, teasing motion, and within the space of a few minutes Lisa felt herself poised on the brink of her first climax of the weekend. Derin's touch had set off wild, uncontrollable bursts of arousal within her loins and she knew that one more caress would ignite the tinder which already smoldered between her thighs.

"Sit up here on the edge of the tub," Derin suggested. "Let me eat you out; I want to bring you off with my tongue!"

Lisa readily assumed the sitting position. Leaning back, she spread her knees wide and opened her thighs to the woman's eager, brightly flushed face. Derin moved into place between them, her blue eyes alive with passionate interest, and sighed with evident pleasure as she examined the warmly awakened slit.

"Yes, you'll be a hot one," she breathed. "Those big inner lips, they'll always be the mark of a truly passionate woman! Open up for me, Lisa, let me see the inside, the part where you want my tongue!"

Lisa gingerly peeled the inner lips apart and held them open. She had to move carefully, lest her forefingers slip and set off an unwanted chain of sensual reactions. The act of displaying her pussy to Derin was one of unexampled erotic charm and the presence of Tom, standing beside them and caressing his massive length of prick, only heightened the moment's electric impact.

Derin moved in closer and extended her tongue. She gently teased the cuntal opening, lightly brushing over the tender little cleft, and then drew back. An expression of rapt wonder came over her face as she savored the vividly sexual tang of the love-oil on her tongue. Lisa watched her and knew what she was doing-she would have done the exact same thing herself, had she been the aggressive one-and felt her clitoris throb even more passionately.

"Mmmmmm, he's right," Derin said. "He said you had one of the sweetest cunts in the world and now I can see that he wasn't exaggerating! Wow, I really like that! I don't know that I've ever tasted one that good before! And I've eaten more than just a few box lunches, my dear, you'd better believe that!"

The rank, overwhelmingly sexual taste of Lisa's pussy soon worked its own kind of magic within Derin's head, leading her to replace her tongue. This time she was not interested in sampling or testing; her purpose was to tongue-fuck Lisa into a fit of advanced sexual abandon. She proceeded in the simplest, most direct manner, plastering her lips against the woman's pussy and then driving her tongue up into the mouth of that hotly buttered cunt with raw, primeval vigor. The simple, direct assault took Lisa by surprise-she had been expecting a much more sophisticated approach-and for a moment she could do nothing. A wave of erotic joy had begun sweeping outward from her cunt, strong enough to paralyze her for the moment, and she could feel herself being torn apart by the violent reaction.

"Ohhhh, yes, do it!" she finally gasped. "OHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE! OOOOOH, I CAN'T STAND IT, YOU'RE FUCKING ME BLIND, YOU'RE FUCKING ME OUT OF MY MIND, IT'S MAKING ME-UGGHHH! NNNGGG! OWWWWWWW!"

Derin continued to piston her tongue back and forth inside the mouth of Lisa's cunt. From time to time she held it deep in place, testing the passionate vaginal contractions, but inevitably she resumed the quick, hearty in-and-out movement. Her style of lovemaking had much in common with Tom's fucking, being both knowing and strongly effective, and Lisa could easily have believed that a genuine prick had somehow appeared in the woman's mouth. Derin continued to push the tongue back and forth until Lisa reached a whimpering, convulsive peak of feeling and rolled away, seeking to protect her pussy from further stimulation.

Tom moved forward and passionately kissed his wife. He was eager to taste Lisa's cunty oils on her tongue and the biting, unmistakably feminine flavor brought his prick up stronger than ever. Derin held the big rod in her hand while she kissed him; her fingers curled around it strongly, as though she wanted to crush its tender head. After he had kissed away every taste of feminine love-dew, he pushed Derin up onto the edge of the tub. She sat in almost exactly the same position Lisa had assumed and opened herself to him as he edged between her knees. Instead of pushing his tongue into her pussy, however, he used his cock.

"Easy, go easy with it!" Derin insisted. "God, I'm so tight, so fucking tight! Ohhh, do it easy, Tom; I can't take that big thing all at once!"

He gently teased the mouth of her cunt with the head of his pulsing prick and held off on entering her. Moving the head up and down the slippery furrow of hotly awakened flesh, he brought his wife to an even stronger state of total arousal. She cried out with special feeling when she felt him brush the soft, sponge-like head of his cock over her clitoris; her cunt's rich flow of oil lubricated the tool and enabled it to glide over the little bump with telling effect.

Lisa came back to life in time to watch, though in fact he had put off the entrance until she was ready to participate more fully. Looking down at Derin's pussy, she saw that the woman had a fully matured slit, one easily capable of taking all that big, magnificently stiffened cock. Tom continued to stimulate his wife with his prick and to make her cry out even more arousingly. When he finally began pushing up into her cunt, she jerked about wildly and brought both hands up to her tiny, hot-nippled breasts, intending to caress them as he fucked her.

Seeing that his cock wouldn't touch the woman's clitoris directly as she sat there, Lisa instantly decided that her role would be to supply that deficiency. She was positive that Derin would respond strongly to clitoral stimulation and she moved her hand down over the frantically twitching pubic bush to contribute her part. Tom nodded his own approval and began feeding his prick into her cunt more powerfully.

"Lisa's going to rub your clit while I'm fucking you," he said. "Feel her finger on your buzzer? She's got a lovely touch, hasn't she? God, I love putting my cock up your cunt; I'm bathing it in your love drip! Take it, Derin, take it all!"

He had already found that Derin's abundant arousal had brought an unusual degree of tightness to the velvety sheath. Eager to bring her off, he fucked harder and soon had developed a strong piston-like action.

Each bull-like thrust of his big cock brought additional grunts of erotic pleasure from his wife's lips. The grunts quickly became cries of delight as she felt herself being fucked nearly senseless; Lisa continued to ply her finger around the woman's clitoris and to do her part toward making the act a success.

Derin's orgasm arrived to the accompaniment of shrill, gurgling cries of voluptuous delight. She whimpered wildly as the crashing storm burst inside her cunt. Thrashing about on the edge of the pool, she delivered herself of a long and very convincing climax, one that left her temporarily winded. Tom had maintained the same easy pace, working his cock back and forth almost like a machine, and had watched with rapt interest as the tempest worked itself out in her body. He had not come, Lisa knew, but she sensed that feeling Derin's cunt working with such awesome finality must have brought his balls to a super state of readiness.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Uh-oh, he's in one of his moods!" "What do you mean!"

Lisa looked inquiringly over at Derin, who was in the process of recovering some of her composure after Tom had fucked her into such an outstanding display of lustful release. He still stood between her limp thighs, his prick deeply planted in her cunt, but he had stopped his seemingly relentless thrusting.

"Oh, every so often he gets his head into a place where he can hold it back for just incredible periods of time," Derin explained. "And then it's like he was daring me to get him off. I really think that there are times when it gets to be a sort of game with him, I honestly do."

"And this is one of those times, right?" Lisa asked, receiving a silent nod for a reply. "So then we ought to get together and figure out some way of bringing him off, is that what you're saying?"

"I'm not quite sure," Derin said, raising herself up onto her elbows and looking down at her husband, who appeared to be totally unconcerned about their discussion. "I've often wondered if it might not be better to leave him alone altogether. I mean, you and I could have a perfectly marvelous time together, darling; why should we bother with him if he's going to be obstinate?"

Lisa could tell that Derin was teasing, though the idea of concentrating solely on her was exciting enough in its own right. She had last had a woman as a lover some three months before and she felt a strong desire to embark upon another of those stirring connections. The fact that Derin looked to be immensely sexual, with no compunctions whatever about the way she gained her pleasure, made the prospect still more appealing.

Tom quickly reacted to his wife's banter. He assumed a penitent expression and promised them that he would drop his "coo!" facade if only they would help him in reaching a climax. His words conjured up a stirring image for Lisa; she imagined that she was enacting a scene he had mentioned to her and that she was mouthing his balls while Derin sucked at the head of his prick. The notion made her pussy's lips ache with greater vigor.

"Well, if you'll promise to be good and stop acting like a spoiled brat," Derin told him flatly, "I might be willing to go along with you for a time. But not for very long!"

"I'll be good," he swore. "You can count on it!"

He moved back, sliding his prick from his wife's cunt, and moved around to sit beside her on the edge of the tub. Lisa watched, her heart pounding hard, and then she succumbed to the desire at work inside her body. Leaning forward, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. The taste of Derin's pussy, raw and flame-hot with libidinous flavoring, assailed her taste buds and set off a quick flurry of sucking. Wild with desire, she quickly worked her lips down the big shaft, sucking hard every inch of the way, and soon she had cleansed it of every drop of feminine lubricant.

Derin watched approvingly. She readily understood Lisa's desire, sharing a fondness for tasting pussy on a man's sexual organ, and nodded thoughtfully when she saw that Lisa could take all of that massive tool into her mouth. After watching for a moment longer, she reached out to touch Lisa's shoulder.

"Here, let's both work on him," she said.

Derin straddled her husband, squatting at the very edge of the tub, holding her pussy directly above his elongated cock. Lisa understood her desire and pointed the stiff lance upward, angling it back slightly so that the head aimed directly into the heart of that warmly aroused pussy. She held the base of the tool, steadying it, and Derin moved forward and down, impaling herself upon its tip. The head slid into the mouth of her cunt with only a little difficulty; she sighed weakly when she felt the rim of her vagina being stretched by the thick shaft.

"Yes! That's the way," Derin breathed. "I'll fuck him for a while and then you can suck on it some more!"

Lisa, however, intended doing more than simply watching while Derin worked her cunt about the rigid column of hot flesh. She remembered what Tom had told her and she knelt lower in the water so that she could get her lips against his balls. In doing so, of course, she necessarily got her face into an excellent position for watching the way Tom's prick fitted into Derin's pussy.

The woman's dark, glistening inner lips had become tightly plastered to the big shaft, making for a very stimulating sight. As she worked herself lower down the pillar of muscle, the inner lips were pulled inward, almost disappearing from view; when she lifted her hips up they came back into sight. Lisa's clitoris became even harder and more vibrantly alive with erotic energy as she watched that entertaining sight. Suddenly, as Derin worked lower still, now taking virtually all her husband's huge cock into her cunt, Lisa realized that she had only to lift her mouth a few inches and she would be able to plant a hot, wet kiss directly upon her clitoris. That thought immediately spurred her into action.

Derin groaned loudly when she felt Lisa's hot, hyperactive tongue slide over the rigid, aching clitoral nub. The touch greatly accentuated the lustful friction she was receiving from her husband's cock and she squirmed about hotly, continuing to sigh and groan in an outrageously lascivious fashion. Tom correctly interpreted the meaning of her sounds and fucked up into her cunt with a hard, driving stroke, one that nearly sent her into sensual ecstasy again.

"No, not too much of that," she said, moving away and lifting herself off his prick. "It'll be better, darling, if we trade about on him. You know, let him enjoy the feel of a different style of fucking. Why don't you get on him? I'll get down in the tub and suck at his balls for awhile!"

Lisa felt sure that she was displaying an unseemly haste in her eagerness to trade places with the woman. She scrambled up onto the edge of the sunken tub and positioned herself directly above Tom's loins, reaching down to open the lips of her pussy as she got into place. Derin seated the big rod for her, guiding the wet, glistening head into place with practiced ease. She could see that Lisa was incredibly tense with expectant desire and she decided to make the girl enjoy the act as much as possible.

"Does it feel any slicker to you?" she asked, looking up into Lisa's dark eyes and smiling. "He's covered with my pussy's love-juice; it ought to make it go in a lot easier! Ahhh, how I love to see his big, stiff cock plowing into a tight little pussy; it's the sexiest thing in the world, almost!"

"Ooooh, it's heaven!" Lisa whimpered. Her excitement had brought extra tension to her pussy, naturally, and she felt the savage bite of the big cock with special acuteness. "My God, it feels like he's three times as big as he's ever been before!"

"Take it all," Derin urged. "Let him fuck it all the way up your sweet cunt! And then you'll really feel it!"

Lisa worked herself lower upon that magnificently stiffened organ, shuddering as it plowed deeper into her cunt. She knew that Derin would shortly come into the action and begin kissing her clitoris; the thought made her breasts ache with a terrible, gnawing hunger that possessed her entire body. Curiously enough, Tom's cock merely strengthened her lustful pangs as it worked deeper into her cunt.

"OHHHH, AHHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT!" Lisa whimpered when Derin began licking at her clitoris. The woman's tongue seemed rougher than any she had ever had before and its strongly active work sent lightning bolts of sexual feeling through her loins with unbelievable strength. "Agghhh! You're killing me, you're fucking me to death!"

Tom grasped her flanks and held her firmly against his loins as he began fucking harder. The hard, driving thrusts quickly brought her cunt to the boiling point and Derin's knowing caresses provided her with the finishing touch. Lisa could feel herself being drawn into a maelstrom of orgiastic frenzy as the inventive couple continued exciting her.

Derin's tongue played over Lisa's hardened clitoris throughout her orgasm. She did not let up her relentless stimulation until she was sure that she had helped extract every trace of feeling from the heart of her cunt. Then, rising up with a triumphant smile, she kissed Lisa on the mouth and held her tightly.

"There, it's all over with now," she said, holding Lisa's head against her shoulders. "You've fucked it all out, darling, every bit of it!"

Lisa couldn't manage a reply. Her loins felt numbed, so that she was not even sure if Tom still had his prick in her or not. After a moment she reached between her thighs with her right hand, finding the massive weapon still firmly planted between the lips of her pussy.

"It's all right," Derin murmured. She could sense Lisa's sense of frustration at finding him still firm and big with sexual vigor. "We'll get after him in a minute and then we'll fuck him down, I swear it! I know a couple of tricks that'll get him off like a shot; I know exactly how to make him scream with joy!"

Tom lay there patiently while Lisa toppled off him and brought her pussy away from his prick. Lisa felt an acute sense of frustration at not being able to make him come but Derin assured her that they would gain their objective in due time. Tom left them alone in the bathroom, he being almost dry from having been out of the water for so long, and went into the kitchen to bring back glasses of wine. Derin dried herself off and patted Lisa's body until she was reasonably dry.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Derin suggested. "We'll try one of my little gadgets and see if we can't get a rise out of him some other way!"

Lisa obediently followed, not sure what she was going to find. Her first surprise came when Derin opened a small chest and brought out a lethal-looking dildo. The implement had been sculpted to bear a striking resemblance to a genuine cock, being colored and shaped to near-perfection. The device could be snapped onto an elasticized strap, as Derin demonstrated, and fastened around the wearer's waist. Derin cinched the obscenely shaped tool into place and stood before Lisa.

"Well? Think I could pass for a man?"

Lisa gasped with astonishment at the transformation. Derin's slight build and peculiar shape gave her a more than passing resemblance to a young man; the similarity became more striking still when she slouched about the room, adopting a shambling gait that was amazingly masculine. At first glance she might very easily have been a boy, Lisa saw.

"Wow, it's really incredible."

"Ahhh, you like it, I see. Yes, sometimes I dress up like this," Derin said, obviously pleased with Lisa's marked reaction. "And Tom, it affects him too. He-likes it when I pretend to be a boy and fuck him in the ass!"

"What?"

"Sure, men like being fucked up the ass just as much as women do," Derin said. "Sometimes even more. You didn't know that?"

Lisa had to admit that she had never given so much as a single thought to reversing the tables on a man and using him the way he had used her. Of course, there were certain mechanical obstacles to fulfilling that possibility but Derin's cunningly shaped dildo, and her mention of Tom's especially receptive anus, showed her that the difficulties could be overcome, provided both parties were willing.

Derin described the male's prostate gland, again breaking new ground for Lisa, and assured her that virtually every man in the world could enjoy anal intercourse. A good many of them had strongly seated inhibitions, of course, and could not see their way toward enjoying the potentiality; Derin dismissed them with a contemptuous flick of her hand. A true man, one who let no social or moral considerations interfere with his quest for total sexual pleasure, would on occasions submit to being penetrated, or so Derin confidently asserted.

"She's right, you know," Tom said. He had entered the bedroom silently and had heard the last part of Derin's impromptu lecture. "At first I couldn't let go and really enjoy myself that way but Derin kept after me until finally I gave in. She proved it to me and ever since ... well, it's just the way she said."

"And the answer to your next question is 'no,' " Derin said, correctly anticipating the direction of Lisa's thinking. "He doesn't have any homosexual inclinations at all. The idea of doing it with another man has no interest whatsoever for him."

Derin produced a tube of lubricant and squeezed out a portion of the clear, glistening gel onto the shaft of the dildo. After spreading it over the weapon's surface, she took a smaller measure on the tip of her right middle finger and advanced toward her husband. Tom lay back meekly enough and drew up his knees, exposing his ass; Derin anointed his anus with the gel and pronounced him ready.

"This is what he's really been waiting for," she said as she mounted the bed and got into place. She knelt at his ass, exactly as though their gentlers had been reversed. Lisa watched eagerly and felt her pussy rapidly gaining a new charge of sexual energy. "When he starts acting hard to please and holds back on his come, it generally means that he wants me to start pretending I'm a horny young stud."

"It-I hope you won't take this wrong, Derin-it certainly looks as though you're ready to convince anyone," Lisa said. "Mmmmmm, I think I could be persuaded to go a few rounds with you myself!"

"Okay, as soon as I finish this one off I'll give you a sample of my fucking," Derin said, impudently adopting a gruff attitude. "Any way you want it, sister, I'm ready to sock it to you all the way!"

Lisa noticed that Derin was kneeling in an almost upright position as she hunkered down at her husband's ass-hole. She had her knees spread very wide, so that she could aim the broad tip of the dildo right up into his ass-hole. Tom lay very still, waiting for her thrust. Lisa moved into a better position from which to view the penetration. She could see that his anus lay deep in the crack of his ass, a reflection of the fact that a man's buttocks did not form as broad a furrow as a woman's. He compliantly pulled his cheeks apart to make the tiny little opening even more visible.

Derin confidently aimed the head of her artificial phallus into the narrow opening. The greased head of the tool began penetrating but even Lisa could see that his ass-hole was offering plenty of resistance. She couldn't wonder at that; the dildo looked to be every bit as thick as his own cock and could easily have been an inch or two longer. Derin moved the instrument slightly, positioning its broad base more securely against her pubis, and continued pushing against him. Within a moment or two she had planted the broad-rimmed head of the tool in her husband's ass, drawing a long, low sigh of exultant pleasure from his lips.

"Damn, it's just so fucking big!" he gasped.

"Don't worry, big boy, you'll be able to take it," Derin rasped, still playing the role of the street-corner tough punk. "I've popped cherries with this cock, so you'll be able to take all nine inches of it easy! Ahhh, you're tight, though, I'll say that for you! I don't know that I've ever fucked a tighter little ass than yours!"

Lisa now saw that it would be possible for her to reach between their torsos and grasp Tom's cock. He had grasped the big shaft briefly, masturbating with considerable speed for a moment, but had then released his grip in order to hold Derin's face between his hands. Lisa reached out, tentatively at first, to take the massive stalk in her own hand.

"Yes, that's the way, jack him off!" Derin muttered. Her voice was a great deal coarser now and reflected the storm of sexual desire at work inside her loins. "Help me, Lisa, help me get him off! We'll both make his balls cream! Ugghhh, he loves taking a big one up the ass; it makes his cock spurt out like crazy!"

With encouragement like that, Lisa could do nothing but continue on the course she had chosen . She began masturbating him with more confidence, watching as Derin worked her dildo deeper into his ass, and felt her own pussy becoming incredibly tender once more. Derin had reached between her own thighs, stuffing one hand under the strap going between her legs, and had begun fingerfucking herself as she plunged the big dildo deeper into Tom's ass.

If watching the astonishing couple had been exciting, then actively helping them in their search for lustful completion was immeasurably more so, Lisa found. She gripped Tom's big cock tightly and pumped away with a lusty strength, as though she were going to pull the semen from his loins by sheer force. As she worked her fist up and down that rigid, throbbing pillar of hot muscle, she conceived of her hand as a short of supplemental vagina, one that she could control with far greater precision than the one at the base of her belly. The idea gave her additional delight and she began using her hand with even more extravagant gestures, adding twists and grinds that made her work still more effective.

"Ohhhh, hell, you're both killing me!" Tom groaned. His face had become a mask of sexual agony as he endured their unorthodox treatment. "I can't hold it, you're fucking me out of my head! Ohhhh, do it, do it harder, make me shoot my nuts off!"

As he rapidly approached the bursting point, Lisa impetuously decided that she could not permit him to shoot his load out onto his belly. The thought of that big, voluptuously sensual tool squirting out steaming bursts of come excited her still more, so that she determined to take his discharge in her mouth, if at all possible. She moved about, not relinquishing her grip on his prick, and discovered that she could worm her face down into place, though only far enough for the head of his prick to penetrate her lips.

Tom greeted her innovation enthusiastically. He had already begun flexing his hips and fucking into her hand; now he worked even harder and thrust into her hot mouth. She curled her tongue around the blooming head of his cock, stroking it with all the strength she could muster. Her hand continued to pump at the shaft. Derin cried out with unrestrained delight when she saw-Lisa's move. Eager to bring her husband to a hearty climax, she muttered obscene encouragement and continued to thrust the dildo deep into his ass.

When he began to come, Lisa could easily have believed that she had taken a garden hose into her mouth His prick swelled enormously as it throbbed with the beat of orgasmic release; the semen poured out in thick, hot gouts that filled her mouth with the salty, piquant essence of male sexuality. Swallowing hard, she managed to take every bit of his outpouring. The excessively strong ejaculatory action also thrilled her; his come shot out with amazing force as he writhed about. Finally, unable to endure the myriad forms of sexual stimulation any longer, he wrenched away from them, pulling his cock out of Lisa's mouth and also disengaging himself from that big dildo. He rolled over onto his stomach and lay there motionless.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Now it's your turn!"

Lisa was still stunned by the violence of Tom's climax, so that at first Derin's words did not register. She turned to look at the woman, who was unfastening the big dildo, and saw that she was burning with sexual desire.

"No, I'm not going to fuck you with this model," Derin said as she got off the bed and went back to the chest, where she got another, much smaller version of the same kind of instrument. "For you, darling, a smaller number! But you'll love it just the same. I promise you that!"

She went on to explain that she did not ordinarily like using the extra-large dildo on other women. The reason, she said, was simple enough: its enormous size usually stretched the recipient so much that she was ruined for further sexual play, at least for a day or two, and she emphatically wanted Lisa to remain in top condition. Tom, she added, had become used to having the big tool used on him and he would be able to recover quickly enough.

"But your ass-hole will be a lot more tender than his," Derin murmured. "So I'll fuck you with this one. On your back, my dear; I'm dying to screw you that way."

Under other circumstances Lisa would probably have declined the offer. She was very uncertain about whether she wanted to let the woman mount her and begin pummeling her ass-hole. Derin's raging excitement decided her in favor of the act; Lisa almost always responded strongly to sexual desire in another and Derin's eagerness was obvious enough. As she lay back, Derin spread more of the lubricant over the shaft of the new dildo and added another measure of the clear goo to her ass-hole.

"Mmmmm! I feel like I could fuck everybody in the world tonight!" Derin muttered as she guided the head of the dildo down against Lisa's tender, fluttering anus. "Now is when I wish I had a real cock! A really big one, a prick the size of my forearm! Ohhhh, darling, how I'd love to stuff you full of my dick! I wish I could shoot a great, huge wad of hot come right up your ass! Mmmmm, I'd love to fuck you for real!"

Her abundant arousal quickly transmitted itself to

Lisa. Within the space of no more than a minute, Lisa could feel herself being persuaded into another climax, one that quickly became a veritable tornado of lustful feeling. She made the sensations even stronger by masturbating while Derin fucked the artificial phallus into her cunt; she rubbed the tips of her fingers over the lips of her pussy and gradually began penetrating herself, running the middle finger of her right hand up into the sweating, love-moistened rim of her cunt and stroking the rigid, aching clitoral shaft at the same time. Derin watched as she toyed with herself, and then started fingerfucking in earnest; the sight of her fingers playing over her own vulva gave the woman even greater pleasure and she cried out bawdily as she plunged deeper into Lisa's ass.

Derin worked the dildo back and forth with far greater energy when she saw that Lisa was about to come. Eager to make her friend writhe and cry out with sensual surfeit, she fucked away with a desperate, driving urgency and did not stop until Lisa's cunt had given up every particle of sexual tension it had collected. Smiling tenderly, she slowly withdrew from her ass and lay down at her side, still wearing the dildo.

Lisa stayed at the Hadleigh's townhouse until late Sunday afternoon. They slept from time to time and left the bedroom for occasional meals; for the most part, however, they devoted themselves almost exclusively to sexual pursuits. Tom and Derin demonstrated their sexual inventiveness over and over for Lisa's edification, showing that they had mastered every style of sexual pleasure known to mankind. Tom's lust seemed almost inexhaustible, as did his appetite for making the women cry out again and again with eager anticipation. When, after a time, Lisa's pussy had become almost raw, due to the repeated thrusts of his cock, and sometimes because of the vivacity with which Derin fucked one of her dildo's into her cunt, he showed that he could use his mouth and tongue with quite as much effect.

Derin was especially effective in creating roles for herself and her husband to play. Lisa quickly realized that the woman enjoyed casting herself in these lusty scenarios and that doing so helped her work out some of her more private fantasies. In one notably stirring scene, Derin pretended that she was a young girl, barely into puberty, who had a secret longing to fuck her father. As they reenacted the scene, Derin "accidentally" surprised Tom, pretending to be her father, as he was masturbating; the sight of his immense cock of course set off her longings and she set about seducing him in short order.

She played the part with ease, leading Lisa to wonder if perhaps she and Tom had not staged the scene before. Derin managed to carry off the improbable escapade with a great deal of realism. She cried out piteously when she finally felt that big weapon launched up into her cunt, filling her tenderly charged emptiness with masculine vigor, and Lisa could readily have believed that she really was surrendering her virginity.

"Ohhhh, Daddy!" Derin cried out when Tom began pushing his stiffened cock into the lips of her pussy. Her voice reflected genuine fear and panic, though Lisa saw that she did not make even the slightest attempt at halting the progress of that massive projectile; if anything, her hips pumped about even more frantically as the head of Tom's cock began working into the mouth of her hot cunt. "OHHH, GOD, IT'S SO BIG, IT'S SO FUCKING BIG! OHHHH, DON'T FUCK ME, IT'S TOO BIG, IT'S TEARING MY LITTLE PUSSY ALL APART, I CAN'T STAND IT, YOU'RE FUCKING ME TO DEATH, I CAN'T-AGGHHHH! OHHH, MY CHERRY, YOU RIPPED IT APART! UGGHHHH! OOOH, IT'S IN ME, IT'S IN MY CUNT, IT'S ALL THE WAY UP MY CUNT, IT'S MAKING ME-AURRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! OWWWWWWWW!"

"Take it you little whore!" Tom grunted, snapping his hips down and in as he forced his hard cock deeper into her reluctantly yielding cunt. "Take it all! You've been playing stink finger with yourself long enough to know there's a lot of give to that hot little snatch of yours; you can take it, for sure! Unnnggghhhh! Damn, you're ten times as tight as your momma! Ohhh, yeahhhh, get that pussy around my dick and fuck it! Fuck the come outta my nuts, you're learning real fast!"

Later, when Lisa mentioned the wildly exciting episode, Derin admitted that she had harbored incestuous fantasies involving her father for much of her life, once she had gained a measure of sexual awareness. She said that she had never seriously entertained the thought of fulfilling those fantasies; her father had not been an especially active man, in the sexual area, but the idea of holding an older man, a father figure, between her thighs and taking his load of semen had always been unusually affecting.

"I think it was the idea of doing something that everybody said was so awful," Derin admitted. "That was the real attraction, that more than Dad himself. He wasn't awfully attractive, not to me. But getting it on with him, that idea was always enough to make me hot all over! And since I was an only child, I never had a brother or a sister to make it with; that kind of incest was always purely imaginary."

"She also gets off on pretending to be an older woman who's hot for a young stud," Tom said. "Go on, Derin, tell her about that kid back in Rochester."

Lisa knew very well that Tom had been working in the Rochester branch of the firm's manufacturing empire before the transfer to the home office. She now listened as Derin readily began an engrossing account of an escapade dating from three years before, one which, she said, had proved to be fantastically exciting.

"We had this apartment in a really weird kind of complex," Derin began. "I mean, there were apartments popping up at all kinds of odd angles. Mostly it was pretty well designed but the architect had made a mistake-or maybe he built it that way, who knows?-in one part. I could stand on the balcony outside our bedroom and by stretching just a little, I could look down into part of this apartment across the way. Well, a woman-a divorcee, I guess; I never saw a man around the place-and her son lived there. The kid was about fourteen, just beginning to mature, and was he ever hungl I swear to you, he had almost as much as Tom here! And oh, did he ever love playing with that big thing! I could peek right down into his bedroom and see him; he'd get out a beaver magazine and just work that lovely cock of his till it was raw, almost!

"Well, it wasn't long before I started getting ideas about him," Derin continued. "I mean, it seemed clear enough that he wasn't getting any from his girlfriend, if he even had a girl, and I decided that it was my mission in life to, er, bring him along, so to speak! I finally managed to get him in my apartment and it wasn't long before I had him right where I wanted him!"

"Really?" Lisa asked, astonished at her effrontery. "Only fourteen?"

"I swear it," Derin affirmed. "No lie, he'd had his fourteenth birthday about three months before, he told me. Mmmmm, he was just beginning to start growing pubic hair and he was really bashful, even awkward about it all. He'd never had a piece of ass, naturally, and I thought he was going to die when I let him know that I was going to give it to him! That first time, he was so blasted hot that he actually started shooting off even before he got it in! Honest, as soon as I reached down to take his throbbing pecker and push it down to my pussy, he started creaming. Mmmmm, all that lovely, hot, delicious young come shooting out over my belly, it just made me die, almost! I managed to get him stuffed into my cunt before he could finish, so I got the last of his come inside, and it made me so incredibly horny! He wasn't about to stop, once he'd gotten the feel of a hot pussy around his cock, and he just kept humping!"

Derin added that she had fucked the youth until the sharp, biting edge had been worn off his desire, at which point she had begun teaching him the rudiments of sexual etiquette. He had been a quick learner and within a week or two, she said, he had developed a commendable degree of self-control, though not at the expense of his appetite for fucking. That eagerness, she claimed, had continued unabated for the next year, at the end of which period the affair had been broken off when his mother had moved away from the city.

"I, er, supervised his first lay with a schoolgirl,"

Derin said, grinning without embarrassment. "From long range, you might say, but I helped him, nevertheless. He was telling me about this girl he was interested in, who was a couple years older than he was, and I kept urging him to put a heavy make on her. He kept holding back, telling me that he wasn't sure a girl would really like fucking, but I managed to convince him that I was simply crazy about it, naturally. Finally he made the big break-through and got her in his apartment one afternoon after school, before his mother returned from her job. I'd arranged it all with him before hand; he got her in his bedroom and did it to her on his bed, with me watching from the balcony! I was standing up there, nearly freezing my ass off-this was in, like, early December-and finger fucking myself ninety to nothing while I watched them going at it. Ohhh, did he ever do a job on her! He told me afterward that she was almost ready to back out, once he'd let her see what he really had between his legs, but he cooled that by going down on her. Yeah, I'd taught him a little about eating pussy, too; he didn't like it at first but I got him out of that, soon enough! And then once he had it in her, she whimpered and cried a little but it wasn't long before she was screaming and grinding away like she'd been fucking big ones all her life!"

Lisa listened in shocked silence at the unrestrained account of sexual depravity. Derin held nothing back as she described her "educational process," and Lisa could see that she had given the youth a very thorough grounding in sexual fundamentals. At first she thought such behavior reprehensible but later she realized that the idea had a certain exotic appeal. Probably she would do the same herself, she admitted, if the opportunity were to present itself, and she could not quarrel with Derin's assertion, that it was better for the youth to know how to use his big prick than for him to go through life ignorant of that illustrious skill.

"That was my only venture into making it with kids," Derin said. "I mean, after I'd gotten out of high school, of course. I'm not sure if I'd do it again or not. I mean, there is a certain risk there, sure. But my God, the thrill of taking a kid like that, giving him his first lay, watching the look on his face when he feels a hot pussy for the first time, mmmm!"

"Maybe the next time will be better than that, even," Lisa suggested. "You might run across a nice, nubile young girl, someone whom Tom could help you teach!"

"God, I could almost come just thinking about it!" Derin whispered. "Yeahh, a hot little piece, a girl with almost no hair on her twat, just beginning to understand that she's got dynamite between her thighs, that would really be something! To turn her on gradually, show her how she can use her finger to make it hotter and more alive with feeling and then to go down on her! My God, to be the first one ever to have your tongue up her sweet little cunt when she came for the first time!"

Derin's warmly enthusiastic description of the act was fervent enough to inspire her with new desire. She finger-fucked herself briskly, bringing her clitoris to a state of throbbing delight, and then slumped back on the bed, breathing hard from the exertion. Lisa had watched her, fascinated by her unrestrained sexuality, and felt herself being drawn into a web of lustful intrigue. Derin's exclamation of delight set her imagination to working and later, having time to think about the possibility more carefully, she suggested that they play a game centering on the woman's exciting fantasy.

"Oh, hey, would you like doing that?" Derin whispered, her eyes dancing with mischievous arousal when Lisa put the proposal to her. "Really? Ohhh, baby, I could go crazy doing it that way!"

"Of course I'd do it," Lisa said, growing steadily more excited when she saw the quick, enthusiastic way Derin responded to her suggestion. "What if I were to shave my bush off? You know, to make it seem more like I were only twelve or thirteen?"

"Hey, out of sight!" Derin breathed. "Let's do it!"

Tom helped Lisa denude her pubis. He rubbed shaving lather over her pubic mound and let her use his razor; Derin watched them, scarcely able to restrain herself as they worked. When Lisa completed the shave and had wiped away the last remaining bits of lather, Derin surveyed the result and pronounced herself totally in favor of the idea. She admitted that Lisa did not look very youthful, owing to the prominence of her breasts, but Lisa reminded her that girls sometimes developed breasts before their love mounds showed much, if any, trace of hair.

"You're right," Derin admitted. "And in any case it won't matter. Mmmmmm, I like the way you look, shaved bare! Yes, the way the inner lips hang down, it makes me want to start eating right away!"

Lisa made the situation more life-like by dividing her hair into two bunches, gathering each with a piece of ribbon to create a girlish effect. She put on one of Tom's tee shirts, selecting an extra large one that hung halfway down her thighs, and let that serve as her garb. She would, she said, pretend to be a young girl at home in her mother's apartment, making a beginning investigation of her pussy's lively qualities, and Derin could act as a door-to-door saleswoman making a routine call. The plot was a hackneyed one, of course, but that served to make the change even more exciting.

Derin played her role to perfection, even going to the length of dressing fully. She sat down beside Lisa on the living room couch and went into her sales patter, pretending to show off a line of kitchen utensils. Midway through the sales talk, Lisa moved her legs slightly, enough to make the tee shirt ride up her thighs and reveal the lush slit between them. Derin responded instantly, looking down hungrily, and Lisa allowed herself to be seduced in that setting.

Derin sat on the floor in front of the couch, once the initial advances had been made and accepted, and pretended to explain in great detail the mysteries of feminine anatomy. Lisa listened carefully, exposing herself without shame as the woman indicated the various parts of her pussy, and easily allowed herself to be led deeper into the quicksands of womanly love. When Derin finally leaned forward, kissing her pussy, Lisa was aflame with desire and she readily climaxed against the woman's hot tongue, groaning and shuddering as the waves of orgasmic energy ripped and tore through her loins.

Tom had watched them from the start. As soon as Derin had felt the final shudder of exquisite, rending pleasure beat through Lisa's cunt, she had motioned him forward. Still playing the role she had chosen, she introduced him as her district supervisor and said that he had come along that day to check out her sales technique. Now, Derin said, he would instruct Lisa in a different kind of technique.

"You've never been fucked, have you?" Derin demanded. "No, I thought not. All right, my dear, he'll bring you in properly! I could feel that cherry of yours, when I had my tongue sliding all the way up, so I know that this will be a new experience for you! Yes, lie back there and get ready; he's going to fuck you with that enormous prick of his! He'll make a wonderful woman out of you, dear, and you can be sure of that!"

Derin's impromptu improvement on the original scenario struck Lisa's imagine, so that she readily consented to prolong the escapade. Although her pussy still ached dully and seemed to have almost no feeling, apart from that steady throb of post-orgasmic warmth, she knew that Tom's prick would bring her back to life in short order. Eager to have the massive beam working inside her flesh, she lay back on the couch and awaited his entrance.

"I know I oughtn't to let him do it," she said, "but it looks so good, all stiff and standing out like that! Are you sure I'll be able to get it all in? Gee, it looks like a real whopper!"

"You'll manage it," Derin assured her. "I promise you, you'll be able to take every inch of it and maybe even beg for more! Don't worry, dear, just lie there and let him fuck you-he's a real craftsman and he'll give you a good piece of work."

Lisa's flesh regained its life much sooner than she had expected. She attributed her unusually rapid resurgence to the animating power of the fantasy into which she had entered; the playacting proved to be extremely suggestive and it affected her with a deep, urgent need. She quivered abruptly when she felt the head of Tom's prick nudge against the swollen lips of her pussy and then spread them apart; the involuntary reaction became even more pronounced when she felt that knobby tip begin spearing deeper. Derin's tongue had not done much toward relieving some of the tension in her womb but Tom's mighty weapon, she felt sure, would drain her completely.

"OHHHH, GET IT IN!" she begged, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to be surrendering her virginity. "Ugghhh! Let me feel it, let me feel all of it!"

Derin lay back on the floor and began masturbating. She watched with burning eyes as he worked deeper into that fragrant, juicy cleft. Lisa's sobbing wail of sexual agony, issuing from deep in her throat a moment after Tom had begun slicing deep into her cunt, informed them all that she had indeed struck gold: Derin began fingerfucking with a quiet, determined intensity that quickly produced a resounding storm of orgiastic madness between her own thighs. Tom pumped away for another moment and then gasped. Clenching his buttocks until they were hard, shuddering knots of muscle, he expelled another flood of steaming come into Lisa's cunt. He managed to keep driving hard until the final spasm of lusty release had worked its way through his prick and then he collapsed atop her, breathing hard.

CHAPTER NINE

Lisa left the Hadleighs' townhouse Sunday afternoon, her head still spinning from the overload of sensual stimulation. She had spent about forty hours in their home, she later calculated, and she estimated that about thirty-five of those hours had found her engaged in some kind f sexual activity, whether physically active, verbally or merely watching Tom and Derin attempt to assuage each other's raging desire. She had never before crammed so much concentrated sex into so short a period. The experience had left her emotionally drained, so that she could not be sure exactly what she was feeling or thinking.

Later, when her body had begun to recover from the demands she had made on it, she could see that she actually had enjoyed every marvelous minute of the madcap weekend. She had assumed a number of new sexual roles and had found herself capable of being aroused in several ways she had not experimented with before. Throughout the long weekend, the Hadleighs had been uncommonly tender and careful with her, as though they were willing to go to any lengths to ensure that her pleasure was as total and complete as possible.

Lisa recognized that she would not be able to stand many weekends like the one she had just had. The human body could not stand up for very long when subjected to such strenuous activity, she felt sure of that, and continued exposure to that degree of sexual stimulation would certainly burn out one's nerve endings. As an occasional treat, however, debauches of that order would be highly acceptable. Lisa took a hot bath, reclining voluptuously in the soothing water for a half-hour, and then went to bed, where she slept very soundly until she awoke the next morning, greatly refreshed.

Tom appeared much more subdued when he arrived at the office that Monday. The long workout had taken a lot out of him, as he readily admitted, but he told Lisa that the pleasure had made it all worthwhile, a sentiment with which she could entirely agree. He admitted that neither he nor Derin behaved like that very often, which Lisa could easily believe, but he also claimed that an occasional all-out orgy had beneficial effects.

It was nearly a month before they could get together again. Derin was away on one weekend, visiting her mother, who was ill and on two other weekends company affairs-high echelon dinner parties involving the firm's board of directors and upper level management people-occupied Tom's attention, as well as Derin's. During that period, Tom demonstrated his capabilities as assistant finance director. He worked very hard and drove his staff equally hard, though his good spirits and willingness to share in the drudgery ensured that not one of them complained.

Lisa contented herself primarily with masturbation during that period. Her sexual desire had not abated in the slightest but she found it relatively easy to do without male companionship, probably because she felt certain that she was, in a sense, soaking up energy which she could expend the next time she visited the Hadleighs for another of those long, intensely sexual weekends. Tom asked her very pointed, detailed questions from time to time, always getting the same kind of answer from her; Lisa found it exciting that he would want to know about her state of mind, the extent of her desire, the way she went about satisfying herself. Derin called her at her apartment occasionally and in the course of those conversations they invariably exchanged detailed sexual confidences, telling each other about their activities in great detail. Derin claimed that she masturbated almost as often as Lisa, fingerfucking herself at least twice every day, and swore that she enjoyed solitary sex almost as much as the real thing.

On one occasion, Tom asked Lisa to stay late at the office, clearly in order to engage in a brief sexual interlude. She agreed, of course, and as soon as the other office workers had left the building she went into his office. He was waiting for her, fully clothed but with that familiar, deliciously large prick fully ready.

"It's an erotic fantasy Derin has in mind," he said by way of explanation. "She got this idea that it might be nice if I were to come home one evening with the taste of your pussy still relatively fresh on my cock. Would you mind if I just put it in long enough to soak up some of the taste and smell?"

"Of course not," Lisa immediately replied. The notion struck her as strongly erotic and she was more than willing to help Derin realize her fantasy. "As long as you'll let me come, that is! You're planning on holding back your own come?"

"Well, if you don't mind," he said, a little embarrassed at asking her to submit to that kind of treatment. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," she told him. "I'll just work myself off; that'll be nice and I can get it going in no time, I'm sure of that. But perhaps tomorrow morning, eh? You might give her a good sound fucking before you leave for the office, hm?"

"Ah, so that you'll be able to have yourself a taste as soon as I get here?"

"You get the picture," she said. "That's exactly what I'd like!"

Lisa quickly pulled down her pantyhose lifting the skirt of her dress over her bare ass, bending over his desk to make her pussy available to him. She toyed with her clitoris as he unzipped his fly and produced his cock, already fully grown and visibly throbbing with excited ardor. He peeled back the foreskin and approached her, moving the naked head of his prick up and down the furrow between her lips of her pussy. She was already strongly excited, having given plenty of thought to the act they were about to perform, and the thought of him taking Derin a taste of her pussy, using his prick as the transfer agent, had been enough to produce a rosy, warming glow of heated eagerness in her cunt.

"UNNGGHHHHH!" she groaned, feeling that broad head slip into the mouth of her cunt and strike deep. "OHHH, YES, I CAN FEEL IT ALL OVER, IT'S LIKE IT WAS FUCKING ME EVERYWHERE AT ONCE! AHHHHH! OHHHHH, DO IT, TOM, DRIVE IT UP MY CUNT AND DO IT!"

He penetrated her slowly, so that she could derive the greatest possible pleasure from the tool's slow, deliciously affecting progress up that slippery channel. Lisa used her right index finger expertly and quickly had herself in a fine state of orgiastic release. Grunting softly, she came with a long, billowing profundity that left her immensely satisfied. Tom held back his own orgasm, complimenting her on the vivacity of her cun-tral contractions; they were, he said, as strong as any he had ever felt and they indicated that she was keeping her vaginal muscles in excellent condition.

"Yes, I work them out once or twice every day," she muttered, still dazed by the climactic force they had generated. "But not usually with as much power as that! Mmmmm, I hope that Derin will have a fine taste!"

"There's no doubt about that," he said, withdrawing tenderly from her pussy. "Look at that, would you? It's almost dripping wet!"

Lisa turned to contemplate the wet length of muscular organ. Her abundant excitement had indeed given his prick a thick, luscious coating of feminine love-oil; she could see that Derin was going to have herself a prime treat.

"You'd better put that away," she warned him. "Or else I'm going to be wanting my share before it's due!"

He quickly placed his prick back into his trousers. When he left the office, a minute later, his trousers betrayed his state of excitement but he covered the bulge by holding his raincoat and briefcase in a way that hid the evidence. He promised before leaving, that he would reward her the next morning and that she would find his prick as wet and exciting to the taste as it could possibly be.

Tom proved to be as good as his word. Lisa went into his office as soon as he arrived, having already cautioned his receptionist that they were not to be disturbed, and found him ready. He produced his prick and she knelt down to take it into her mouth. The taste of fucking, virtually fresh, immediately assailed her taste buds; she could detect the salty flavor of his come as well as the sweeter, equally arousing taste of Derin's incomparably moist pussy. The flavors combined to lend extra strength to her tongue, so that she was able to bring him off in short order. He discharged a sizable quantity of come into her mouth, enough to let her know that he found her sucking extremely arousing and very much to his liking.

"I can see that the taste was fresh enough for you," he said after he had recovered from the tremors of orgasm. "Actually I fucked her a little over an hour ago, just before I got dressed. But she held the lips of her pussy together, so that the come wouldn't run out; I put it back in her and let it bathe in the juice for awhile before I left for the office."

"Mmmmm, it was so delicious," Lisa whispered. She had masturbated herself to a short but heady climax while sucking him off and she still found it difficult to regain full control of her body. "It was like a thunderbolt striking right between my legs!"

"Derin really got on the stick last night," he said. "When she tasted you on my cock, I mean. She was randy enough as it was, but tasting your pussy, that really made her get after it!"

"I'm glad it worked out so well for you," Lisa said. "All the more so since I was able to get some benefit from it too!"

Apart from that exhilarating interlude with Tom (and with Derin by long range, as it were), Lisa's only other sexual activity with another person occurred after she had accepted a dinner invitation from Jeff Corton, a member of a brokerage firm working with Tom on a new bond issue which the company was getting together. Corton, about forty, was a slightly built man, barely taller than Lisa, but well mannered and attractive enough for her to accept his invitation to dinner. He had spent most of the day in Tom's office, gathering statistics and other data with which to support the offering of the bonds, and Lisa had worked closely with him. Sensing his growing interest in her, she had deliberately played up to him in a quiet, unobtrusive way and had succeeded in getting the invitation.

Dinner did nothing to abate his desire for her, Lisa sensed, and he readily accepted her invitation to go to her apartment for coffee and cognac. Once there, the evening proceeded along very predictable lines. Corton proved to be a capable enough lover, though he did not display the uninhibited, extremely imaginative turn of mind which Lisa had encountered in Tom and Derin Hadleigh. He especially enjoyed the foreplay of their lovemaking, she discovered, and he repeatedly brought her to orgasm by using his hand against her pussy.

Each orgasm only seemed to sharpen her hunger for real sex, giving her vaginal walls a special kind of ache which could be satisfied only by deep, brutally hard penetration. Corton seemed to be in no hurry to supply her with the kind of treatment she wanted, even though she could feel his erection through his trousers and she knew that he was fully aroused.

At last he released her long enough to begin undressing himself. Most of her clothing lay crumpled about the couch on which they sprawled; she had only to peel off her pantyhose, dangling from one foot, and she was entirely naked. When Corton dropped his briefs, she saw that his prick had a very unusual shape: the tool was only five or six inches long but was immensely thick, being even larger in diameter than Tom's hefty bludgeon. like Tom, he had not been circumcised and she began investigating his cock as soon as they had retired to her bedroom.

Corton's prick fascinated her. Never having seen an organ which combined thickness and shortness to such an extreme degree, she felt drawn to it with a rare power, almost compelling, and eagerly bent down to take it into her mouth. He stirred as her lips closed around the head and then he thrust up into her, letting her know that he was already strongly excited. Lisa pulled back, not wanting to take his load into her mouth at that moment, and released it.

"Oh? You don't like to suck?" he asked curiously.

"I love to suck," she corrected him. "But only at particular times, of which this is definitely not one! No, what I want most of all is to feel you going in me! Later, probably, then I'll feel like doing it the other way; you needn't worry about not getting your full quota of head, I don't believe!"

Corton laughed easily and said that it was not important which style of lovemaking they employed, as long as they used some technique that would relieve the ache in his balls. He admitted that feeling her come had made him extra horny and she informed him that the repeated climaxes had given her cunt an added degree of eagerness as well.

"Ooooh, I can't wait to feel it!" she gurgled, rolling onto her back and reaching down to open her thighs wider. "MMMM, I THINK I COULD START COMING AS SOON AS I FEEL YOU GOING IN ALMOST!"

"Really? I was about to say the same thing," he said. "I was damned close to shooting off a minute ago, when you were going down on me."

"I know," she said. "That's exactly why I backed off-I didn't want it that way. Are you really so close? I mean, could you get off right away? I think that would be crazy, feeling you start to cream as soon as you get it in!"

"Try me for size," he said. "Or if you'd really like for it to happen quick, you could get on top and take it that way-there's something about the idea of a woman squatting over me, doing all the work herself, that really gets-me going in a hurry!"

"Consider it done!" Lisa muttered. She rolled over and got into a squatting position atop him, placing herself so that she could take the head of that monstrously swollen prick without effort. She was facing him, so that he could see every detail as she guided his cock up between the lips of her pussy; she also wanted to watch the agony of completion transform his features as she exerted herself to drain him of his load. "There, I'll fuck you like that! All you have to do is imagine that I'm going down on you again, except that this time I'm using another set of lips!"

She grimaced expressively as she began impaling herself upon that stubby column of exciting flesh. Squatting as she was, the mouth of her cunt had become foreshortened and she had thus become far more sensitive to the width of his prick. The broad head seemed almost on the point of tearing her vagina as she labored to get the tip properly seated; she could feel her flesh being dilated to an extreme degree and at one point she was not at all certain that she ought to continue.

Lisa's desire had become strong enough, however, that she would have had to be much more severely tested before giving up the effort. She persisted, flexing her knees still more to get more weight into the act, and soon felt the breathtaking effect of her work. Corton's big prick slipped into the abundantly lubricated orifice and she quickly began rotating her hips, making her cunt perform a kind of sexual corkscrew act.

Corton showed that he had not been deceiving her in the slightest. Almost as soon as the head of his prick had entered her cunt, he grunted harshly and quivered. She could see that he was digging his fingers into the mattress and forcibly willing himself into a paralytic state; she recognized the signs and deliberately contracted the muscles surrounding her vagina, so that her cunt caressed his prick even more powerfully. She watched him closely, heart beating madly, and concentrated on continuing the grinding hip action which seemed to be so compellingly effective.

"Aurrgghhhh!" he moaned, his face distorted by the flooding emotion he felt. "Ohhhh, hell, do it! Squeeze it out, milk it dry for me, baby!"

Lisa felt his prick spurting hot sperm. The tool's orgasmic pulsations were at least as strong as any she had ever felt and the blasting jets of come, violently hot and seemingly quite thick, sprayed over the inner walls of her cunt with raw, animal force. She slowed the motion of her hips to a standstill, content to feel the masculine power working inside her cunt for the moment. Then, eager to join him, she began bobbing up and down so that the lips of her pussy were soon plastered against his pelvis. She brought herself the final distance by brushing a fingertip over her clitoris; she needed only a second in which to set off a resounding blast of feminine sexual joy and to bring her womb to a state of tremendous release.

"Ohhh, wow, that was out of sight!" she muttered, easing off him to curl up at his side. "Here, let's have some music for that one!"

She reached out to turn on her bedside radio, tuning to an FM station specializing in soft, rhythmic jazz. After resting for a few moments, she offered to get more coffee and cognac, finding Corton quite receptive to her proposal. She got out of bed and padded into the kitchen, where she warmed the remainder of the coffee and poured more cognac. The telephone rang as she was pouring the coffee and she could not get the kitchen extension immediately because of the coffeepot in her hand. She picked up the phone after the fourth ring, apparently at the same time that Corton had lifted the handset off the instrument at her bedside table.

"Hello?" she heard him say. The unexpectedness of his greeting took her by completely surprise, so that she could say nothing for a moment; she had not expected him to answer her telephone and she regarded it as an intrusion. Before she could fashion a suitable way of putting him in his place, she heard a man's voice, strange and unfamiliar, over the wire.

"Jeff? Hal," the voice said. "You get the stuff yet?"

"No, man, of course not," Corton said, sounding exasperated. "What'd you call me here for, anyway? Man, this is some kind of dangerous!"

"Look, just get the names of the three or four biggest holders of Keller common stock," the caller rasped. "You can handle the broad, so don't worry about it!"

"Okay, okay," Corton said. "Just don't call me here again, okay? This is tricky shit!"

Corton replaced the telephone, leaving Lisa to wonder what the conversation had been about. Very obviously, she had not been meant to hear the talk and, just as obviously, someone was pressing Corton to find out something about the company. She mentally replayed as much of their earlier talk as she could remember. Had Corton been pressing her unduly? She could not definitely say that he had been overly forward in seeking information, nor could she remember him pressing her for information he ought not to have. In any case, she knew enough about company policy to be sure that she ought not to tell him anything about the firm's stockholders, or at least nothing that was not available in the company's annual reports.

Lisa took the tray with the coffee and cognac back into the bedroom. Corton told her that he had answered her phone, explaining that he had thought she was in the bathroom or otherwise occupied when she had not answered it, and said that the caller had asked for a large pepperoni pizza.

"Definitely a wrong number," she said, forcing herself to smile at the deception. "I don't like the stuff and I'd certainly never cook one!"

She managed to get through the balance of the evening without revealing her awareness of Corton's duplicity. To be sure she felt as though she were being tested unduly when it came time for her to prove that she was not averse to sucking his cock but she carried off that feat without exciting so much as a flicker of suspicion in his mind, or so she believed. Later, after he had erupted in her mouth and had congratulated her on her oral skills, he skillfully led the talk around to the company once more, managing to slip in a few questions about the firm's major stockholders. Lisa feigned complete ignorance on that subject and said that Tom kept all that information very much to himself.

"I'm not even sure if there's a master list in our office or not," she said, shaking her head in bewilderment. "I've got a feeling that they keep all that stuff upstairs, in the president's suite. I know I've never heard anything about it."

Corton left with no information. Lisa made sure that he kept an affectionate regard for her, sealing the guarantee with another short session of fellatio; even though he could not manage a third orgasm, he declared himself greatly pleased with her effort and swore that she would not have to wait long before she could exert her skills once more.

"I'll look forward to it," she said, smiling as she ushered him into the living room. "I'll really look for-

CHAPTER TEN

"Really? He asked you about that!" Tom said, looking up with consternation when Lisa told him about Corton's inquisitiveness. "Whatever for, I wonder? That's got nothing whatsoever to do with him!"

"There's more," she said, and she went on to tell him about the telephone call she had accidentally overheard. "Now, just what the hell does all that mean?"

"Hmmm, it could mean a lot of things," he said, forming a surly, threatening scowl. "And none of them amount to any good. The-likeliest possibility, I guess, would be a takeover bid from some other outfit, maybe a conglomerate or some Wall Street shark. I'll tell you, Lisa, you certainly did a good night's work there; information like that could keep us out of a lot of trouble!"

"Just doing my job," she smiled.

"Maybe, but you were doing it damned well," he said. "I'll see to it that the word gets around enough to where it'll do you some good. Tell you what: don't say anything about this to anybody-and I mean anybody-until I mention it to you, huh? We'll just let on that we don't know anything about any of it and I'll ask some questions on my own. Who knows, I might be able to turn this thing around and do us all some good!"

He added that he and Derin had been rearranging their schedules in order to do themselves, as well as Lisa, some good in another sense of the word. He asked if she would be willing to spend another weekend with them at their townhouse, adding that they could supply some added treats which they had not enjoyed during the previous session they had enjoyed so much. Lisa agreed, naturally, and promised that she would be there.

When the appointed Friday afternoon arrived, she was so fiercely aroused that she could barely concentrate on steering her car through the late-afternoon traffic and making her way to the Hadleighs' home. Tom, who had had a downtown meeting for most of the afternoon, was already there when she arrived; he and Derin were both naked and awaited her in the living room.

"No, we haven't fucked yet," Derin said when she had closed the front door behind her. "We wanted to save that for later. For right now, we were wondering if you'd like to join us in a really special kind of warm-up exercise. It's, er, something we do fairly often; I'm sure you'll like it."

"If it has to do with sex, I know I'll like it," Lisa said. "Shall I strip now?"

"Please do," Derin said. "Meanwhile, we'll go back to our chairs and wait, hm?"

Lisa now realized that three armchairs had been arranged in front of the living room's flickering fireplace, put in a triangular arrangement so that they could each have a separate chair but could watch each other. Derin settled back in her own chair and draped her legs over the arms, effectively opening her thighs with brazen forwardness and displaying herself to the occupants of the other chairs. Lisa hurried to get herself suitably naked and quickly took her place in the empty chair. After sitting down, she rearranged herself and adopted the posture Derin had chosen; she realized that it would be more exciting if both Tom and Derin could look at her naked pussy and could see the extent of her excitement.

"The idea," Derin said, "is to excite ourselves-and each other-as much as we possibly can, in any way we can, and yet not to come. We'll try to keep it up for as long as possible."

"It sounds like a marvelous game," Lisa said. "But who is to be the loser?"

"Oh, the loser's the one who gives in first and approaches another one of us," Tom said.

"Or the one who remains a stubborn individualist and gets off by himself," Derin added. "Or herself, as the case may be."

"Hmmm, doesn't sound like much of a penalty," Lisa scoffed, though she was grinning broadly as she spoke. "Even if you lose, you win!"

"Sounds to me as though it ought to be popular the world over," Lisa said. "Perhaps an event at the next Olympics?"

"Ahhh, I love that idea!" Derin muttered. "I can already see myself in Moscow, performing before this perfectly immense audience, a couple hundred thousand people all gathered into this arena. Yes, I'm lying on a couch, on a blanket with a red-and-black design, perfectly colored to contrast with my body! This perfectly incredible number of people is watching, they're all enthralled by my beauty, by the fantastic way I'm exciting myself! Ushers are working the crowd, selling binoculars to the people who haven't brought any; everyone wants to get a close-up view of my pussy!"

She had already reached a fine state of sexual arousal at the time of Lisa's arrival but the addition to the party, together with the animating efforts of the fantasy, were enough to make her pussy's dark lips glow far more fervently. Lisa looked on without hesitation and felt her own body beginning to ache with greater ardor; Derin's stiff nipples were especially flagrant in their proclamation of her lust. The inner lips of her pussy had a wet pink glistening sheen, indicating the degree of her cunt's readiness, and at times the swollen petals of flesh seemed almost to move of their own volition. Despite the extravagant state of excitement which was transforming her pussy, Derin could still touch and fondle the dark slit without bringing herself off.

Tom was also masturbating while he watched. He did so in a slow, almost casual manner, showing that he was more aroused than usual; he pulled the big foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock and varied the stroke by caressing his balls. Those big, manly eggs appeared to be packed with sperm and the bag, flushed to a deep shade of maroon, had become fully distended.

"They're entering you both in another event at the Olympics," Tom nodded. "I don't know what they call the event, but I can see you both competing at the same time. They have you in the arena again, a hundred thousand people gathered around, just like before. You're both naked and you're on tables, sort of like the one you mentioned before. Except this time, you're kneeling on them. You've been tied over a bar so that your rumps are up in the air, your knees are spread wide apart and you're showing everything you've got. The tables have a cutout part at the end, so that guys can belly up to you real close and get their pricks in."

"A fucking contest!" Derin breathed, her face flushing brightly. "You've got us in a fucking contest!"

"Yes, but it's a very special kind of fucking," he said. "In this version, the idea is to see which of you can take the biggest cock. The committee has searched the world over and found the men with the largest pricks. Which woman can take the largest cock? That's the point. Ahh, here comes the first man-he's Japanese, it appears, a lot larger than most of the Japanese I've seen and oh, does he have a whip on him! God, it looks like the thing's eight or nine inches long, at least, and it's at least as big around as my wrist! He's had a Japanese girl working on him, sucking him up to the biggest, stiffest hard-on you ever saw; his cock has the consistency of a crowbar, at least! Now he's getting into place behind you, Derin, and ... ahhh, he's in, he's pushing it in! You don't say a single word, as though you're determined to show the world that you can take everything the wily Orient has to offer and then some! Now one of the judges is coming over to make sure that he's all the way in, as far as he can go; she's signaling that he's in you up to the balls. He pulls it out, all shining and wet with your cunt's juice, and now he's going over to Lisa. He does the same to her, just rams it in without any tenderness at all! This contest just determines quantity, how much hard cock you can take and nothing more; tightness and fucking skill don't have a thing to do with it! And-uh-oh, you've got him, Lisa, you've got him! He was trying to pull out of you after he got the signal that he was in to the hilt but your pussy's bitten too hard at him, he's about to come! He takes it the rest of the way out and ... yes, he's going to jack off now, he's beating away at it and ... ahhh, there's his come, he's shooting off and spraying his come all over your hips and thighs, it's dripping down off your ass!"

Tom's account of the imaginary "contest" affected both women very profoundly. Derin, in particular, responded to the bizarre tale; his construction allowed her to get some of her most affecting fantasies into play and she became still more aroused as she listened. Her tiny breasts were now firmed up into rock-like mounds, almost all dark, hot nipple, and the areoles around them had become so deeply flushed that they were almost the same hue as the inner lips of her pussy. She no longer touched herself, an indication of the degree to which the tale had affected her, and her eyes now had a dulled cast, as though she were only semiconscious.

Lisa had also been moved by Tom's account, though perhaps not quite to the same degree as Derin. She found it an exciting idea, having to present herself in that semi-degrading fashion and to take the cocks of various men, all of them unknown to her, while a great throng of eager people watched. She sat very still in the chair, fearing that even the slightest movement might set off an involuntary orgasm, and of course did not even think about touching her pussy. That organ now heated to near the boiling point, throbbed lustily with every beat of her heart; its lewd, hungry ache sent fingers of lustful desire shooting through every part of her body.

Tom described successive rounds in the contest, working his way through several nations. Each man, a stereotype of his nation's characteristics, was slightly larger than his predecessor, so that the women were subjected to progressively greater degrees of vaginal dilation. Derin and Lisa both took all that each man had to offer, making not even a whimper as their huge cocks probed deeper into their hot, twitching cunts. Tom described the men in great detail, so that they almost became living people; he especially dwelt on their cocks. Several of the men became so excited during the penetration that they climaxed, either inside or upon the women, but in every case the men offered no more than a simple in-and-out thrust; usually they finished by masturbating and ejaculating on a woman's naked rump.

"Ahhh, the supreme test," he said. "My God, some little dinky African nation has found a man with a ... ohhh, you wouldn't believe what he's got! That thing must be sixteen or eighteen inches long, at least; it looks like a fence post! Ohhh, shit, all purple, almost black, and it's as hard as a bone, it really is! My God, he's going to give it to you first, Derin! I can't believe they're actually letting him fuck a woman with that tool! The audience is going up the wall, they're so turned on! Some of them are screaming at the judges to stop the contest, claiming that it's inhuman for any woman to have to take something that big; some of them are begging for the trial to continue; a lot of people have gotten so turned on they're doing it too, right there in the stands! I can see guys jerking off, showing their cocks in front of everybody, there are women fingerfucking, some with dildoes, couples are fucking and sucking each other, it's a madhouse!"

"Ohhhh, Jesus, I don't know if I can stand this much longer!" Derin whispered. "Ooooh, Tom, it's hitting me so hard, I want to come so bad! Mmmmm! I think if you were to fuck me now I'd die, I'd really die right off!"

"Easy, baby, easy," he begged. "The judges aren't going to stop the contest; they want it to continue. This guy is in place now, he's getting ready to start pushing that monster up into place but first he ... oh, yeah, he swiped the head around on some of the come the other guy shot off on you! Now he's putting the head into place, right between those luscious lips, and he's leaning into you! You scream, you're screaming with agony, but you won't push the button that says you can't go on! Now he's in, he's actually got the head of his cock in your cunt and he's driving it up, all the way up, and he's ... no, that's it, that's the end! He's struck bottom, he can't stretch your cunt any more! The judges are measuring now and ... yes, there are about two inches of his prick still outside your pussy!"

"Damn you, you know I could take it all!" Derin snapped, angry at the twist he had given the story. "That's not fair!"

"Now he's taking that club over to Lisa," Tom continued, not at all put off by her objections. "He's doing

ISO the same to her and it almost kills her, being stretched like that, but she takes it too. He's ramming it up her cunt-he really-likes fucking it up white women, apparently-and she's, no, that's it! It's a tie, there's exactly as much prick outside Lisa's pussy as there was when he had it all the way up you, Derin! They're declaring you co-champions!"

Suddenly Derin's restraint snapped, eaten away by the dramatic rendering of the "Olympic contest." Groaning savagely, she thrust two fingers of her left hand into the mouth of her cunt; the quick, brutal penetration brought a wailing cry of agonized joy to her lips. She quickly extracted the fingers, now slippery and very wet, and thrust the index finger of that hand into her anus. At the same time, she flipped the index finger of her right hand against her clitoris, beating off with a quick, strumming motion that greatly intensified the pangs of orgasmic release.

Derin's example proved contagious. Lisa caught the sexual fever too and, being excited to an almost unbearable degree, she quickly masturbated into a long shuddering orgasm. Sitting in the chair, thighs wide open and pussy almost directly in front of Tom, she felt completely exposed. His presence merely heightened the delicious excitement, however, and she quickly massaged her sorely aroused slit until she had gained a measure of temporary relief. Tom watched them both, hardly moving, and continued to stroke his massive prick.

"The bastard, he knew just how to get me off," Derin muttered after the frenzy had passed through her cunt, leaving her weak and listless for the moment. "Ohh, hell, I like the idea of having a whole series of men, all of them total strangers, each of them just walking up and fucking away till he shoots his load. A gang bang, sometimes I think I'd really love that, seven or eight guys doing it, each of them shooting me full of come until the stuff was packed in so tight I couldn't take another drop! Does that turn you on, Lisa? like that idea?"

"I've got to admit that it does," Lisa said. "I especially liked that bit about some of the guys shooting off against my rump, Tom; that's always struck me as such an exciting thing to see, even though I'd personally rather have them put their load somewhere that would do me more good. I think that's the thing about porn flicks I like most-the guys are always pulling out so the camera can catch them in the act of coming, that's what turns me on so about them."

"I know exactly what you mean," Derin said. "God, the times I've wished Tom had an absolutely inexhaustible supply of come! You know, so he could fuck a big load up my cunt and then, seconds later, do it again in my mouth, and right after that jack off so that it would shoot all over my boobs, that kind of thing."

"I think that's why the idea of taking so many men in succession is so fascinating," Lisa mused. "Simple, straight fucking might get a little boring, all of them doing it to you in a row like that. But having it varied, so that you'd get them in all those different ways, in such short order, that really has an emotional wallop!"

"I only wish there were some way I could fuck the both of you at the same time," Tom remarked. "I'd really like that, I think, being able to thrust once up into Derin and then follow it up with a hump into you, Lisa, one right after the other."

His statement inspired Derin into implementing his desire. She suggested that she and Lisa might lie in a way which might allow him to do just that. Lisa immediately felt her desire sharpening when she heard the woman's proposal; she relished the idea of sharing the man and her clitoris stiffened abruptly at the notion. They went into the bedroom, where Derin directed Lisa to lie flat on her back. Derin then mounted her, straddling her hips with her knees and bringing her loins down until her pubic bush was actually rubbing against Lisa's love mound. In the interval since Tom had shaved her pussy, Lisa's pubis had grown a short, half-inch stubble and while the growth was enough to darken the sensual triangle, it was not so thick that she could not feel Derin's bush rubbing against her flesh.

"Yeah, that's lovely," Tom said, having gotten behind them to watch. "I'm not sure it's going to work, though. Here, let me try; I can't pass up an opportunity like this, that's for sure!"

He mounted them in that position, urging Lisa to spread her thighs as far apart as she could. She could not open herself up as fully as she would have liked but he managed to get between her knees and to put the head of his prick against Derin's pussy. She moaned frantically when she felt the knobby tip begin teasing at the mouth of her cunt; being so close to Lisa had given her flesh an extra charge of sexual electricity and she quickly became hot and wet with desire.

Tom drove his throbbing prick into his wife with a quick, easy thrust, drawing a low, gasping exclamation from her lips. He withdrew quickly, having pushed only about a third of his cock up that moistly prepared opening, and then angling his big tool down so that it pointed directly at the lips of Lisa's pussy, pushed forward.

Entering her was more difficult, he found, because the angle ot entry was not exactly ideal, but he managed to get the head of his cock lodged in her cunt's tingling rim. After giving her a slow, intensely arousing thrust, he withdrew and applied his prick again to Derin's cunt.

"God, I can feel the heat of your pussy already!" Derin breathed, writhing about ecstatically as he thrust into her again. "MMMM, HE'S FUCKING ME, DARLING, HE'S FUCKING ME WHILE HE'S WET WITH YOUR CUNT! OHHH, GOD, IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO DIE, I CAN'T STAND IT, BEING FUCKED LIKE THAT! UGGHHHH! SO WET, SO HOT AND HARD, IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO ... ANNNGGGHHHHHHH! OWWWWWW! OHHHHHHHH!"

Tom began using his prick with a quick, abandoned eagerness. Having established the fact that he could transfer the organ from one woman to the other without great difficulty, he now used that skill with devastating effect. As he continued to push his love-slick organ into their pussies, giving each woman a single thrust and then moving to the other, he became so strongly aroused that he could not hold back his eagerness with his customary degree of self-control.

"God, you're both so tight, so hot and wet!" he grunted, sliding his prick out of Derin's cunt and preparing to shove it deep into Lisa's tight little cleft. As they had gained greater proficiency with the position, they had learned how to effect the entrance easier and Lisa had become fairly accomplished at adjusting herself to take more of his prick. "Ugghh! You're both making me come! Ahhh, I've got to let it go, I'll shoot come in both of you!"

That was exactly what he did. His prick was nosing up Lisa's cunt when the first dynamic tremor of sensual delight burst out from his balls. The opening burst of come shot far up her cunt and he quickly withdrew, eager to deposit some of the rich, sticky cream in his wife's moist receptacle. Derin screamed frantically when she felt the hot spray hit against the splayed lips of her pussy but the cry became a wail of agony as he thrust into her, emitting another strenuous jet of sperm.

Tom continued fucking them alternately, hammering away into each woman in turn as he exhausted his balls. When he had finished his run, both women had received a healthy offering of the hot cream, both inside their cunts and over their vulvas; he had sprayed his load about with nearly complete abandon as he had churned out a full measure of masculine satisfaction. At length, deeply planted in Derin, he slowed his pace and rammed furiously forward, unable to continue for another strong stroke.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"By the way, I have some people looking into Corton and his connections," Tom said to Lisa later that evening. "Nothing's definite yet but maybe we'll know something within a couple of days."

"I'm glad that we finished working with him," Lisa said. "I don't know that I could have faced him much longer, knowing what I did about him."

"He must really be a bastard, taking a girl to bed just to get some inside information about the company," Derin said. "What a distasteful little creature!"

"Yes, but he had an interesting prick," Lisa said. "Did I tell you?"

Derin expressed a quick interest and Lisa described the organ to her. They agreed that a short, exceptionally broad organ might be interesting, especially as a change of pace, but agreed that Tom's prick had a more pleasing shape. He preened himself with pride as he listened to their remarks. Their preference for his cock gave him a lot of satisfaction, especially when they punctuated their praise with caresses and kisses.

"I don't think I've ever gotten off quite as well as this time," Derin said. "When we played the endurance game, I mean. That's what we call it, Lisa, 'endurance.' You know, seeing who can hold out the longest. I think it was that business about the audience, that and that series of studs from all the different countries, that got to me the most."

"A lot of women get turned on by a fantasy something like that," Lisa said. "I mean, one where she's the object of attention, where everyone is looking at her and a line of perfectly gorgeous young studs are waiting to service her. I don't mind telling you, I find it a pretty potent scene myself!"

"What a pity," Tom said. "Both of you being able to get off so well on that kind of thing, and there's only me to satisfy you. Maybe I should send out for reinforcements, hm? Except where would you go, to collect eight or ten nice looking guys, all with outlandishly large cocks?"

"I don't know," Derin said. "But sometimes I think that if I did, I'd already have been there! Not that I mean any disrespect for you, dear; it's just the idea that gets me going, I suppose."

Tom mentioned that he had another really special treat for Lisa, something that they had dreamed up for her personal pleasure. Derin went to a closet and brought out three video cassettes, turning to Lisa with a gentle smile as she displayed the cassettes. She explained that she and Tom had picked up three additional films, choosing them with a particular eye toward Lisa's tastes and inclinations.

"I have a feeling that you're going to like them," Derin said. "Here, I'll plug one in and we can watch, shall we?"

Tom had brought the cassette player into the living room, so they could operate it through the large color set in one corner of the room. Lisa settled back to watch, sitting on the couch next to Tom. Derin joined them, sitting at Lisa's free side, and she allowed her hand to rest on Lisa's naked thigh; she made it quite clear that she intended adding her own kind of stimulation to that which they were to see.

Lisa found herself watching a film of totally unrestrained sexuality. The film's plot, a tired cliche, revolved around a pretty young hitchhiker, a big-busted blonde who looked as though she were around twenty years of age, and the carload of hunters who responded to her uplifted thumb. To Lisa, it seemed that they were responding quite as much to her well-filled tank top, which molded the delicious curves of her breasts almost as though it had been plastered to them, and to the ultra-short cutoff jeans. The girl had snipped off her jeans' legs to the absolute maximum, so that only a narrow ribbon of denim connected the front of the garment to the rear; from a rear view, the bottom crease of her buttocks showed plainly and a few wisps of golden brown pubic hair peeped from the edges of the garment's crotch.

The first two minutes of the film depicted the girl getting her ride and accompanying the hunters to their lodge. Once that was out of the way, the film turned into an all-out debauch, with the men quickly stripping to the buff and brandishing their extra-large pricks in front of the girl. She made no attempt at evading their crude advances and even welcomed them, apparently; within a moment or two she was as naked as they and she had a prick in each hand, as well as one in her mouth.'

From that point on, the film became an exercise in the photographer's art, as though he had been set the problem of capturing as much sexual action on film as he possibly could. The girl seldom had less than three pricks at once and she took the men in every conceivable fashion, all without so much as a sign of repugnance. Most of the men were well endowed with a couple approaching or perhaps even exceeding Tom's noble measurements. The girl took each of them in whatever fashion the circumstance of the moment dictated; if her ass-hole happened to be vacant and available, a man would thrust into her in that opening, regardless of what was happening in other of her body's orifices. At one point she was lying on her back with about five of the young men clustered around her. They were all masturbating furiously, as was she; the film culminated with the five men ejaculating their hot white sperm onto her face and body almost simultaneously.

The film affected Lisa in a very direct and powerful way. Striking as it did at one of her most telling fantasies, it brought her emotions to a feverish pitch and left her nearly paralyzed with sexual hunger. She had not been able to move during the last part of the film, when it had become clear that the female's role was, simply, to exhaust all of the men; her clitoris screamed for attention but she held back, fearing that her climax would be so exuberant that she would miss part of the action.

Once the film had ended, however, she lost no time in bringing her hands down between her quivering thighs. Derin helped make her ensuing orgasm even more drastic, leaning over to kiss her nipples; Lisa's cunt exploded with a hard, driving rush of lustful feeling that left her trembling weakly upon the couch. Tom added his bit as well, leaning over to apply his own mouth to her other nipple, and she worked her fingers back and forth inside her cunt's hot mouth until she could no longer bear the exquisite agony of fulfillment.

"Okay, we know where you're coming from," Derin told her when she had rejoined the conscious world. "That was beautiful, Lisa, really erotic! I just love watching you come; you really get everything into it!"

"I ... I can't help it," Lisa panted. "When that feeling starts boiling out, I feel it all over. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to be able to live through it, it hits me so hard!"

"But you always do," Derin said. "Just as I do, as we all do. Really, dear, I think that if you and I were to try becoming whores, we'd go broke in a week!"

"I know I'd end up giving it away," Lisa said, smiling at the thought. "I couldn't bear taking money for doing something that good, especially not if I liked the man even a little bit!"

"I couldn't agree more," Derin declared. "But do you know something? The idea of being a whore-I mean temporarily, of course, just a one-time fling-really has a certain kind of rare appeal. Or it always has had for me. I've got to admit, I can really get excited, thinking about dressing in some really flashy, trashy way and making the rounds of some of the, well, sleazier parts of the area!"

"You're so right," Lisa murmured. "As a matter-of-fact, I once had a really compelling fantasy along those lines. Sometimes I'd nearly finger-fuck myself silly, just by thinking about it while I was doing myself!"

"Tell me all about it," Derin whispered, moving closer to her and rubbing her thigh in a very suggestive way. "Why don't you sit back and relax, dear, while you tell me every detail, hm? I'm sure it would be the sort of thing that would make me just so incredibly horny all over!"

Lisa agreed. Tom moved over to get behind his wife as she listened; he wanted to rub his fingers between her buttocks and masturbate her, a desire with which she was wholly in accord. Derin avoided touching Lisa's pussy, not wanting to distract her, but she kept the tips of her Fingers very close to that sensitive area.

"I liked to think of myself wearing really striking combinations, usually red and black," Lisa said. "Say, a really low, scoop-neck tank top, something like that, out of fire engine red nylon knit, that kind of thing."

"Something really tight, so that it would show off those lovely boobs," Derin said, reaching up to brush her palm over one of Lisa's rapidly stiffening nipples. "And of course, not even a whisper of a bra underneath!"

"Of course not," Lisa said. "And no panties, either! I think the most exciting combination was that top, along with a black leather miniskirt-and I mean, really a mini; it was barely long enough to cover the cheeks of my ass and if I so much as leaned over just a trifle, I was flashing with everything!-and a pair of black mesh stockings. And boots, naturally, really high heeled boots of black patent leather too."

"Yes, the classic costume for whores," Derin said. "And that combination of colors would really look well on you, darling; you've got the perfect combination for it, you know."

"I'd visualize myself walking the streets, picking up customers wherever it seemed feasible," Lisa continued. "Dark doorways, alleyways, in the back seat of parked cars, just everywhere! And I'd make a point of having every man finish inside, so that when I walked away the come would begin dripping out my pussy and running down my legs. I always found something extra sexy in that idea, walking the streets while the jism was literally dripping out!"

"Mmmmmm, such a totally sexual idea!" Derin murmured. "And the idea of one man after another fucking you in that condition, putting his cock in while you were still so wet and drippy with another man's load, that's a real winner!"

Derin was rapidly becoming very highly aroused. As Lisa continued describing her imaginary adventures as a streetwalker, Derin slowly turned onto her side and presented her rump to Tom. He knew her well enough to be familiar with her lustful turn of mind and thus he knew exactly what that shift of position meant. He edged in behind her and insinuated his stiff prick between the cheeks of her ass. At first he merely rubbed the cock's pulsing head against the flaring, passionately warmed lips of her pussy but within a few moments he had begun trying to insert the big, stiff lance.

Derin shifted about to facilitate the entry. She gasped with sensual delight when she felt the broad-rimmed head of his penis begin forcing the mouth of her cunt into a circle of larger diameter. Lisa watched the woman carefully, knowing exactly what Tom was doing-he made no effort whatever to hide the fact that he was fucking her-and saw that Derin was rapidly entering a semi-hallucinogenic state, or something very much like it. Her big blue eyes became even larger when she felt that massive column of lust-heated muscle begin penetrating her tender cunt; after a moment her eyeballs rolled up into her head, just as though she had become unconscious.

"But the supreme treat, the most exciting part of all," Lisa went on, "came when I ran across this really neat, super-attractive guy who wanted me to make a threesome with him and his wife. Oh, you'd have taken him up on it in a flash, Derin; he was so fucking handsome, just a perfect hunk, and with a whang on him as big as any I'd ever seen! And his wife, such a delicious, talented, passionate little blonde! She really loved getting fucked by that big cock of his, but she also loved watching me take it, too! Most of all, though, she loved it when she could feel him fucking the heart out of her pussy and when I was licking at her twat at the same time!"

Lisa had begun sliding down onto the floor while making that statement, which had not been part of her original fantasy. Seeing the dazed expression of rampant desire on Derin's face had prompted her to add to the tale and she ad-libbed on the spot, creating a variation which she felt sure would have its own sturdy appeal. She gently kissed Derin's lower belly, mouthing the area between her navel and the dark Vee of pubic hair, and found that Derin was readily opening her thighs. Lisa then moved her lips down so that she could devote herself to kissing the woman's pussy.

Tom's thick-shafted penis bore into that organ from behind, which meant that there was plenty of room for Lisa to use her tongue against Derin's clitoris. She reached into place with her hands to part the inner lips still more and to peel back the delicate hood of skin covering the tense, highly charged nub of nerve-filled tissue. Her tongue played gently over the little projection and set off a long series of shuddering, uncontrollably powerful responses within Derin's loins. Within less than a minute Derin shrieked heartily and thrust back against her husband, forcing more of her cunt down upon his cock. Lisa used her tongue more diligently and stroked the clitoral bud with greater strength. Derin seized her thighs and dug her fingers into the firm flesh cruelly, though Lisa was much too deeply involved to notice.

"Ohhhh, yes, it was like dynamite going off!" Derin breathed when the storm had subsided somewhat. "OOOOOH, IT'S SO HARD, SO QUICK AND POWERFUL!"

"Don't stop!" Tom called out. He had continued to thrust away and was now fucking his prick into her cunt at a prodigiously fast clip. Withdrawing until only the head of the tool remained in place, he then slammed into her with a long, swooping stroke that sent nearly every inch of his prick spearing up into her cunt. "Keep on fucking, Derin; don't stop now! Ohhhh, I can feel it, I can feel it in my nuts!"

Lisa now transferred her attentions to Tom's balls. She found it difficult at first to capture those big eggs, because of the strenuous nature of his thrusts, but she finally made the successful effort. Once he felt his balls in her mouth, he slowed the pace of his fucking, naturally, and contented himself with wriggling from side to side. Derin understood what was happening and she began contracting the muscles around her vagina, so that her cunt supplied most of the friction he had lost. Lisa used her tongue freely and stroked his balls with an eye toward provoking as violent an explosion as possible.

Her reward came soon afterward. She was astounded at the vigor of his balls as they began releasing their store of sperm; she had never before realized that a man's ejaculation could be so hearty. His balls seemed to leap and dance inside her mouth as he cried out with agonized joy. Derin's sensual whoops of pleasure made his climax far more intense. He trembled heavily as the rich, invigorating charges of hot come gushed up through his cock and splashed inside Derin's hot cunt. She greeted his voluminous discharge with added writhing that added to his pleasure, as well as her own, and she did not stop gripping him in that uniquely sexual way until he had given her every drop of his load.

"AHHHH, SO DELICIOUS!" she purred. "TAKE IT OUT, DARLING, AND FUCK IT INTO LISA'S MOUTH; SHE'LL LOVE THE TASTE WHILE IT'S FRESH AND HOT!"

He did as he was told and Lisa released her grip on his balls in order to vacate her mouth. The dripping, love-slick head of his prick slipped between her lips and then into her throat. She took his slow, penetrating lunge fully and quivered with rising tension as the taste of fresh fucking filled her nervous system with greater desire. He pulled out of her mouth once and re-directed his prick into Derin's frothing pussy, only to remove it after a moment and give it to Lisa again, now immeasurably refreshed at having bathed in that sensual fountain.

That encounter set the tone for the remainder of their pleasurable weekend. From time to time, when they felt almost drained of energy, one of them would begin spinning a tale of sexual imagine, describing some wildly improbable siutation that reeked of lustful excitement. These tales, some of them genuine and some newly constructed to fill a momentary need, served to excite them beyond all endurance, almost, and to give added spice to their frantic coupling.

Derin produced her dildo and they used it quite freely, passing it from hand to hand as inspiration dictated. At one point, Lisa felt as though she had entirely transcended gentler and had become sexless, although in that particular case it would be more accurate to say that she felt as though she had somehow combined both the male and female sexual principles in her own body. She was using the dildo, holding its padded base against her pubis, and fucking its greased shaft up into Tom's tight ass; at the same time he was directing his own cock into Derin's ass-hole. The rising tide of sexual frenzy took control of her mind, so that it began to seem as though she were somehow fucking both Tom and Derin at the same time. The delusion proved to be one of unsurpassed erotic power and she reached an orgasm that left her huddled inertly on the bed, sobbing with tearful joy as she finger-fucked herself into a state of ecstasy.

When Lisa left the Hadleighs' townhouse late Sunday evening, she felt as though she would never be capable of experiencing even another second of sexual desire. Every trace of lust had been burned away during the two days of all-out activity, or so she thought, and she went directly to bed as soon as she was inside her own apartment. She awoke the next morning, however, with that familiar itch between htr thighs and she knew that her satiety had been a short-lived thing indeed.

"Yes, Derin and I were saying the same thing to each other last night after you'd left," Tom remarked when she commented on her drastic change of spirit. "But we were pretty sure that it wouldn't last long. We've often felt that way before but so far we've always managed to come back, fresh and stronger than ever!"

"Do you two carry on like that every weekend?" Lisa asked. "I mean, I know it isn't any of my business, but I'm just curious. Do you really have that much strength?"

"Of course we don't," he assured her. "Once every three or four weeks, that's about all we can stand. Of course, we'll have a nice little go at each other every day, or every other day, and Derin will masturbate two or three times during the day, usually, but that isn't the same kind of activity, not at all!"

"Even at that, I think it's really remarkable," Lisa smiled, looking up at him with an admiring gaze. "The way you two get off on each other, it really says something about marriage, I think."

"Well, it's mostly a matter of marrying someone with the right amount of imagination and ingenuity," he said. "Someone like Derin, she'll do anything to make sure that she's got a fresh, lively approach, for example.

I believe that you'd be cut to the same pattern, too."

"I don't know but what maybe marriage isn't for me," Lisa said. "I mean, the idea of indulging in variety, that's such an attractive notion, or it is for me. But then I don't have any plans of changing my status, not quite yet, anyway!"

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lisa had to wait almost two whole weeks before finding out how the Jeff Corton case had been handled. Tom gave her the news one afternoon, when the office routine had slacked off somewhat. He said that he had taken the matter to a senior partner in the brokerage firm and that between them they had gotten to the bottom of the matter.

"like we figured, it was the beginning of a takeover attempt," Tom said. "Corton had gotten heavily into debt to this operator from Chicago, a real shark. He was working off his debt by getting inside information from some of the companies he was dealing with, or he was trying to. Thanks to you, he didn't get very far with Keller!"

He added that the company's top executives had decided to reward Lisa in the form of a five thousand dollar bonus. The reward was made even sweeter because of the fact that she would be able to take the bonus in Keller stock, buying it at a reduced rate; Tom advised her to take that option because within a year, he said, the firm was going to offer a two-for-one split on its stock.

"I honestly don't see any way in the world you could do less than double your money in about one year's time," he said. "We're going to start up a new operation in Wichita and add a couple of new wrinkles at the Rochester plant that ought to put us on the gravy train, first class seats all the way."

"I'll do it," Lisa instantly decided. "And thanks a million!" Mmmmm, if the pace were a little slower around here this afternoon, I think I'd like to give you a nice, tender blow job!"

"There's an offer I wish I could accept," he said. "Unfortunately, I've got to get upstairs in ten minutes for a conference with the president; I don't think it would be wise if I went in all silly and starry eyed from having my brains sucked out!"

Later in the week Tom mentioned a plan he had been formulating, a scheme to set up a diversion for Derin, who was to celebrate her thirtieth birthday the next week. He said that he had been toying with the idea of arranging some kind of group sexual blast for her, at which she would be the guest of honor; Lisa instantly saw that he was thinking of a way for the woman to have one of her fantasies worked out in the flesh. The idea struck at her with brutally compelling force and excited her imagination in the deepest possible way.

"Except that I'm not sure how I could go about recruiting the studs," he said. "I mean, you can't go around advertising that you want six or seven ripe young animals, all with super-large cocks, to fuck your wife for you!"

"Why tell them that she's your wife?" Lisa asked frankly. The mere mention of the idea had set her mind to racing full speed and she could conjure up numerous ploys they might use to gain their objective. "No, better yet, why not advertise for leading men in a sex film? You could put up some notices in the head shops and coffee houses around the university; I'll bet anything that there are lots of suitable types over there!"

"Great idea!" he said. "Sounds like a winner!"

"And you could use your video cassette machine for the filming," she added. "You've got a camera to go with it, haven't you? Sure!"

"You know, I'm beginning to like the idea even more," he said, grinning with boyish delight. "And you know something else? You could run the interviews!"

"Mmmmmm, I like that," Lisa said. She could visualize herself in an office, sitting behind a big desk as dozens of handsome young men came into be interviewed. She would see to it that the interviews were thorough, including a nude examination and an inspection of each candidate's prick. "Yes, I could make them get an erection, so that we could be sure that they were really, er, suitable for the part! God, it's making me go all wet already!"

Tom vowed that he would set the machinery into operation at once. He asked Lisa to find them a motel room, or suite, cautioning her to seek out a centrally located inn that would allow them complete privacy for conducting the interviews. He printed a short notice on a number of three-by-five cards and left the office early to distribute them in suitable places around the university. Each candidate was to call a telephone number, which he supplied on the card; it was the number of an answering service he sometimes used. The candidates were to leave their names and numbers with the operator, so that Lisa could get back to them in due course.

Lisa arranged for them to have a suite in a busy motel near the university, reserving the space for the following Thursday, six days off. Responses to the notices began coming in almost immediately; she collected the names and numbers from the answering service and began a preliminary screening of the applicants by phone. By Thursday, when she and Tom took a day off from the office, she had arranged for about thirty men to be at the motel at various times between ten and four.

She wore a basic black dress, severe and plain, for the interviewing. Tom sat in on the interviews; he had a Polaroid camera which he used to make a head-and-shoulders snapshot of each applicant. Lisa took down the important information about each man, typing the data onto separate sheets of paper and filing them in a big folder. The notices had clearly specified that the men were to be considered for a role in "a sexually oriented film" and she quickly learned that the applicants had understood the exact meaning of that phrase.

Lisa had winnowed out about half the men who had responded to the notices, making her initial selection by a telephone interview. First, she had rejected every applicant who was under the age of eighteen or over twenty-five. She had also rejected out of hand every man who sounded uncouth or uneducated, figuring that a minimal degree of sophistication might help ensure getting men who were more-likely to give Derin the kind of ride she wanted and deserved.

For the most part, she saw as she conducted the interviews, her choices had been fairly good, at least on the surface. The first man she interviewed, Steve-they were all conducted on a first-name only basis-was nineteen, blonde and attractive enough, at least for women who favored the bland, unassertive sort of man. She took down all the pertinent data and then asked him to undress.

"Undress?" he asked, looking over at Tom with a startled expression. "All the way, you mean?"

"Of course," she declared, adopting her severest, most professional tone of voice. "This is to be a sex film, naturally, and we must select actors with a suitable appearance, you know. Go ahead, my associate won't hurt you, I can assure you of that."

Steve got out of his shirt and blue jeans. Lisa saw that his cock had some measure of promise, even though it was not fully erect. The tool was not circumcized, a mark in his favor, and looked capable of growing into something respectable enough. Except for a small patch of honey-brown fur at the base of his belly, his body was virtually devoid of hair. She waited for a moment but his prick did not rise.

"Go ahead, work it up for me," she said, indicating his cock with a nod. "Let me see it full length. Or would you rather have me bring it up for you?"

She saw that he would very much prefer that she would bring his prick to a state of full erection. Lisa had no objection to performing this act; he looked clean enough, was moderately attractive to her and she felt inclined to help. Moreover, she knew that sucking him while Tom was in the room and watching would make the act far more arousing to her, especially if she were to carry it off in a business-like, detached kind of way. Motioning him toward her, she dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth for a moment.

"No, skin it back for me," she said, tilting her head back and releasing her grip. "I'd rather do it with the head bare, if you don't mind."

Steve complied, pulling back the foreskin, and Lisa again took his prick. He came up quickly and developed very satisfactorily. When she judged that he was fully grown she pulled her head back and examined the finished product. His prick appeared to be about eight inches in length and was of a satisfactory thickness, not being exceptional in any way.

"That looks very nice," she said, trying to sound ultra-professional about the matter. "Yes, I'm sure that our actresses would find that quite pleasing!"

"Wow, I really like the way you suck," he said. "Are you sure you don't want to finish it?"

"Oh? My, we are getting forward!" Lisa said, favoring him with a brief smile. "Are you very close? Or would I have to suck on you for hours?"

"Damn, I was almost there!" he said, his face very red. "It wouldn't take but just another minute, I'm sure of it!"

"Very well, I suppose I might as well finish the job," she smiled. "After all, it wouldn't do, having you in the film, if you were able to come, would it?"

With that she took his prick again. The interval had made his balls even hotter, she found, and he began thrusting into her mouth with a blatant, hungry desire that indicated the true extent of his state of mind. Lisa took all the big pecker allowing him to fuck the head down her throat, but then she pulled back so that she had only the head inside her lips and he began spurting. His ejaculation was a hearty one, as well as being quite full, and she felt tremors of pleasure beating through her pussy as the warm, sticky cream shot up against the roof of her mouth and then flowed over her tongue, she took the entire load, swallowing it all with a greedy zeal, and gave the big, pulsating head one final swirl with her tongue before releasing him.

"Yes, a very nice orgasm," she nodded, almost literally licking her lips. "Well, that will end the interview, Steve. We'll be getting in touch with you, one way or the other. Thanks again."

She and Tom watched in silence as he dressed and left the suite. They had ten minutes to wait before the next appointment and she was strongly tempted to try a quick fuck with Tom. He had become very aroused while watching her suck the youth, she saw, and she would gladly have allowed him to put that huge, magnificently sexual prick into her cunt. She decided against surrendering to the desire, fearing that the fuck might disrupt their order of business; she also considered that letting him wait might make the eventual coupling even more dynamically effective.

"I couldn't believe the way you went down on him!"

Tom said after Steve had left. "So clinical, so detached! But you really brought him off, I'll say that for you! I thought he was going to pass out when he started creaming!"

"Mmmmmm, delicious come!" she said. "A very big load and strong, too! I think we'd better grade him at about a seven, hm? Yes, a definite candidate."

The next two applicants were clearly unsuitable. One of them had lied blatantly about his build during the interview over the phone; Lisa estimated his true weight at something over two hundred pounds and his height at about five-eight. She knew that Derin would not want a short, fat man in her fantasy and she dismissed him in short order. The second man might have been more suitable, except that his cock was very small; it could not have been more than four inches in length and was very slender as well. Again, she decided that he was definitely not fodder for Derin's fantasy.

The next three men, however, were much more suitable. They were all three tall and well built; one of them, Mark, had a perfectly stupendous cock, a full ten inches that looked obscenely large. Lisa regretted that he did not need any help in getting an erection but she contented herself with imagining her going down on that lovely length of stiff, flame-hot prick.

"Dammit if he isn't big enough for her we'll have to send out for a stallion!" Tom said when Mark had left the suite. "He ought to be able to fuck her crazy!"

"Mmmmmm, and the balls on him!" Lisa murmured. "Did you see them? He looked as if he could dole it out in pints, at least! Ohh, how I'd love to ball him!"

"You might get your chance," Tom said. "You just might get your chance at him!"

Neither Rocky nor Nelson, the other two men who satisfied Lisa's mental requirements, had a prick the size of Mark's immense rod but they looked quite capable of satisfying a woman nevertheless. Rocky, in particular, had an interesting prick: it had a violent bend in its shaft, rising up sharply; that and the tool's unusually large head made Lisa almost nauseous when she imagined the oddly shaped implement plowing into her own cunt. She sucked Rocky to a climax and Nelson's prick, rising of its own accord as he undressed, looked so hot and ready that she could not resist taking him as well. Both men gave her a satisfyingly full measure of come.

Lisa asked each man if he regularly gave head to his female partners. Some of them indignantly denied ever doing so, meaning that they were automatically crossed off her list. One man said that he was willing to engage in the act but he looked so tentative in making the claim that she decided to put him to the test at once. Thankful that she had decided against wearing underwear that morning, she leaned against the front of the table she was using and lifted her skirt, exposing her naked vulva to him.

"Okay, let's see how good you are at it," she said, smiling seductively. "Go on, have a feast! I'm not distasteful, am I?"

The man blanched and fled from the room half-clothed, followed by her raucous laughter. Tom agreed with her, that he had been faking it all along, and seconded her denunciation of him. Lisa also asked each candidate if he objected to fucking a woman after another man had ejaculated in her cunt. Each man who seemed hesitant about that kind of act also received an automatic rejection, as did the men who showed themselves less than eager about performing anal sex on a woman.

They were left with a total of seven horny men, all of whom had answered her questions satisfactorily and who were at least moderately attractive and possessed satisfyingly large sexual organs. Tom congratulated her on her choices, vowing that their group would drive Derin wild with sexual desire, and helped her gather her papers together. They celebrated the end of the day with a quickie, Lisa bending over the table to take him in a rear entry position, and she finally had the benefit of the long hours of waiting. He came almost at once, saturating her cunt and womb with a tremendous outpouring of semen that left them both sated for the moment.

"Okay, Saturday'll be the day," Tom said as they left the motel. "I've gotten a perfect place-a friend of mine from college days has a loft over by the river, a real artist's den. Mattresses and everything. We'll arrange for the guys to be there at ten in the morning, huh? You and I and Derin can get there earlier and set up the camera and all that stuff."

Tom had not told Derin anything about the treat he was organizing for her, apart from the fact that he and Lisa were working on it and that she was to receive it that Saturday. They met outside the artist-friend's loft at nine that morning and they began lugging the apparatus inside. Tom arranged a big mattress in the center of the room, which had a skylight and a very large east window, making it very well lighted, and suggested that Derin strip and lie back. He handed her her favorite dildo, the extra-large model, and told her to begin masturbating while he recorded the opening sequence on the cassette.

Lisa had worked out a rough script for the film's action. Lisa was to be masturbating and suddenly, overpowered by her fantasy, found herself surrounded by seven naked, lustfully eager young men, all of them at least well hung and some of them superbly so. They did not spell out this detail for her, figuring to save the men as a surprise. Lisa went down stairs to wait the candidate-actors' arrival, leaving Tom upstairs to film the opening masturbatory sequence. Derin was obviously puzzled by all the coming and going but she was also clearly resolved to see it through.

Lisa collected the actors, who were reasonably punctual, and herded them upstairs, cautioning them to be quiet. She ushered them into the big loft and directed them to undress. As they stripped, she explained the basic plot to them; in actuality, it was nothing more than an all-out orgy, with the men clustering about Derin and giving her whatever kind of sexual treat she might want.

"Don't worry about holding back or offending anybody," Lisa told them. "This girl is a real veteran; she's done it all with men of every kind and believe me, you can't suggest anything to her that she won't like. I would suggest that you begin, Nelson; you could fuck her from behind, doggie style, and shoot your load into her cunt. Then you move around to her front and let her have a taste of your mean; she'll like that, tasting your cock after you've fucked her! And then the rest of you can pile on, one after the other. By the time you've all fucked her once, she'll be in a mood for some really exciting games!"

Derin's eyes flamed up with passionate desire when

Lisa brought the troop of naked young men forward. She had been masturbating idly, working the big dildo back and forth inside her pussy with slow, deliciously arousing motions, but she put the artificial phallus aside when she saw the treat in store for her. The men were all hard, having gained quick erections while watching her across the room, and she knew at once that this was the "treat" Tom had prepared for her.

"My God, this is almost too much!" she whispered, her face registering the powerful emotions that were already working through her loins. "All of them? I can't believe it!"

She turned to present Nelson with an entrancing view of her buttocks, lifting her rump high to make the offering still more affecting. He quickly knelt down behind her and began rubbing the head of his prick against the lips of her pussy. Within a few seconds' time he was inside her, fucking away with hearty strokes, and then he cried out, feeling the savage bit of her cunt's muscles. She took his load with quick, abrupt jerks of her hips, almost as if she were using her vagina to squeeze every drop of come from his balls, and did not object when he quickly withdrew.

The rest of them men followed in order, settling into place behind her according to the order Lisa indicated. She kept back Mark and Jim, the two men with the largest cocks, until the end, figuring that it would be best if Derin gradually worked her way from the smaller men to the largest. Each man fucked with raw, vibrant sex energy, just as though it were his first time, and by the time Jim, the last in line, had deposited his load of sperm in her cunt Derin had several long, heartily arousing climaxes. She sucked each man after he had ejaculated and by the time she reached Jim, his prick was heavily laden with sperm, the residue of his six predecessors, Derin rolled onto her back, clasping her fingers over her sensually anointed vulva, and worked her fingers into her cunt as the thick, pearly cream seeped from her cunt. The act gave her added pleasure, as Lisa knew, and helped prepare her for further explorations.

They spent a good two hours in the loft that morning. During that period of time, Derin had each man at least twice and some of them more than that. She cried out with undisguised pleasure when she found that she could have any of them in any way she might choose. Her first experiment in three-way sex involved Mark, when she invited to fuck her up the ass-hole with his enormous prick, Steve (she wanted his relatively smaller cock in her cunt) and Jim, who was selected to penetrate her mouth. She lay over Steve and got his prick started into place between the lips of her pussy, then motioned for Mark to mount her and aim his sturdy, thick-beamed prick into her ass-hole. Once they were satisfactorily placed and well on their way toward filling her with hot meat, she motioned for Jim to kneel in front of her, just over Steve's face, and give her his prick. She took the three of them in that style, working her body with animated zeal until she had persuaded each man to give her an additional serving of sperm.

Later, as Derin's incredible strength began to wane, Lisa availed herself of two of the men. She slipped out of her jeans and lay back as Rocky slipped into place between her thighs, seating his prick with a quick, practiced gesture and immediately thrusting into her voracious flesh. After she had writhed and twisted about for a few moments, reaching a thundering climax, she sucked Terry, another of the more attractive studs, to a foaming, shuddering climax and took his discharge with great gusto.

Derin also had the pleasure of realizing another particular version of her fantasy which affected her most profoundly, that of servicing several men at once. Lying back with Mark between her thighs, his pulsing cock almost fully encased in her pussy, she signalled for the other six men to kneel down around her. They began masturbating, occasionally with her help, and at the end ejaculated their sperm onto her body. Their seminal discharges were not as full as she would have liked but since they had already come at least twice, in most cases, she judged it an adequate performance. She masturbated herself as well, fingering her clitoris as she worked against Mark's prick, and finally declared that she had had her fill of men for the day. Tom gave each man the agreed upon fee as they dressed; Derin lay sprawled upon the mattress, almost unconscious.

"Ohhh, what a birthday!" Derin whispered when they were at last alone. "Darling Tom, you and Lisa went to so much trouble for little me! I'll never for get it, not ever!"

"No, you won't be-likely to forget that," Lisa agreed, slipping down beside her and reaching over to caress her furiously lathered pussy. "And if you begin to forget about it, you've got the whole thing on film, don't ever forget that!"

THE END
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