Greed is nothing new on this planet; it is not a product solely of the Twentieth Century. But in times past, other codes of behavior served to temper the hunger for personal gain that almost all men harbor. Without the pervasive influence of the church, the rigid moral laws imposed by the state, men and women are cut loose, cast adrift in a world where nothing seems to make sense.
It is little wonder then that in their search for simple, comprehensible answers, logical paths of behavior, many of these people threw themselves wholeheartedly into the quest for riches, putting their own happiness and the happiness and even well-being of their loved ones in jeopardy.
In a materialistically oriented society where everything is for sale, the intangible, but important values of love, trust and compassion can too easily be pushed aside in deference to the more visible and unfortunately, socially acceptable rewards of money, power, property.
This novel attempts to take you into the secret life of one such young couple, a life, where thanks to the greed of the husband, all things are reduced to the level of the marketplace...even to the point where he would trade his own body and that of his lovely wife for success! It is offered in the hopes that it will give all of us a clearer understanding of the scope of our moral dilemma.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The gorgeous, raven-haired woman sitting across the bar table from Paul Weems raised her goldfish-bowl-sized margarita and clinked its salt-encrusted rim against his.
"Congratulations, Paul," she said, her coal black eyes flashing. "Here's to many, many more."
Paul sipped at his cocktail, his eyes glued to the face of his companion.
"Ummmmmmmn!" she said, as she tasted her drink. She licked her full, sensuous lips, showing him the pointy pink tip of her tongue.
Paul shivered. He couldn't help but imagine that moist, hungry tongue swirling over the bulbous, lust-swollen head of his cock, and as a result of his lewd imaginings, his penis began to throb painfully, surging out to full length down the inside of his double-knit pants leg.
Easy, boy, he told himself. Easy or you're going to blow everything. The woman across the table from him was the wife of his new boss, Merl Santiago, the town's most successful realtor. The two of them had come to the neighborhood bar to celebrate his first sale...and commission. He'd unloaded a real white elephant, a four bedroom, three bath monstrosity that'd been on the market for four months. It was quite a feather in his cap and he knew it, but he hadn't expected to merit a cocktail date with the boss' wife because of it.
Benecia was a realtor, too, a top-notch saleswoman. The reason for her success was obvious: she was one hundred per cent sexual dynamite. At the realty salesmanship seminars Paul had attended, the instructors called it "charisma," or simply "power." It was the ability to take a normal, moderately intelligent, prospective home buyer and turn him or her into so much warm putty. Paul had known all along that it had something to do with sex, but he'd never really understood it until he'd met Benecia. She had a magnificent body, round, jutting breasts, a narrow waist, svelte curving hips, tight-cheeked buttocks and long, tapering legs, and the clothes she wore showed off everything she had to the utmost advantage. The high fashion, European style blouse she was wearing at that moment had immense sleeve apertures that opened on the side all the way to the middle of her torso, so that when she moved her arms as she talked, she kept giving tantalizing glimpses of smooth, shaven armpit, of the womanly swell of the sides of her breasts, of her sleek rib cage. She never wore a brassiere, to Paul's knowledge, but she was not a "bouncer" or a "juggler"; her breasts were far too firm for that. Paul also knew that what Benecia had was more than the sum of her undeniably delectable parts. There was something else, a kind of aura she exuded that hit men right where they lived.
"So, tell me, Paul," she said, reaching across the table and touching the back of his hand with her long, smooth fingers, "how did you do it? How did you manage to pull it off?"
He hardly heard the question. His mind was focused on the warm tingles her gentle stroking caress was sending down the length of his arm and the way they made his cock buck and jerk under the table. He'd wanted her from the first moment he'd seen her and after he'd heard the office scuttlebutt about the "swinging lifestyle" of the Santiago's, he'd set out to get her. If she was available, he was going to have some, come hell or high water. He'd made his first big move on her at an open house party the week before. Though he'd brought his pretty young wife, Kathy, along, he hardly saw her the whole evening. He'd kept Benecia out on the terrace and left Kathy to handle the room full of strange people all alone. The few times he had looked in on her, his boss had her cornered and she looked as if she wanted to bolt and run. Afterwards, though, she hadn't complained to him that the burly man had made any kind of advances to her. Paul wouldn't really have minded if he had. There were things one did for the sake of one's career, sacrifices that had to be made.
"Paul?" Benecia said, tapping his hand to get his attention. "We were talking about your big sale...."
"Oh! Yes, sorry," he said, smiling sheepishly.
"How did you do it?" she repeated. "Come on, tell me. How did you close the deal?"
Paul grinned, despite his intention not to. Again, it had been a case of career over personal preference. He had used his own "power" to turn a ripe, middle-aged woman into so much warm and willing putty.
"Why Paul! What a horribly wicked smile!" she said, delightedly. "If you don't tell me this instant, I'm going to think you did something terribly unethical with that Mrs. Walker."
Paul picked up a tortilla chip and dunked it in the hot sauce, then popped it in his mouth. He crunched it with satisfaction. He had done something "unethical" to Mrs. Walker twice in the same afternoon.
"Don't you trust me, Paul?" she said, pulling her hand back from his. "I thought you trusted me. I thought you and I were going to be very close friends."
"I trust you, Benecia," he said. "And I do very much want to be close with you."
"Then tell me. I know she came back to the office after she and her husband had left the first time. I know you took her back out to the house for a second look. I know that when you came back she was ready to buy at the full asking price. What happened to change her mind so quickly?"
Paul hadn't wanted to tell anyone the secret of his first big success. Or at least, he'd thought he hadn't. He thought he'd be ashamed of what he'd done, but as he began to speak, he was filled with an odd kind of excitement. Perhaps it was the subject matter or the person to whom he was confessing, but the result was enough to make his head swim.
"She and I went back over to the house," he said, playing in the hot sauce with a triangle of tortilla chip. "I had an idea that if I got her alone there, without her hubby around, I could turn her around on the place. As soon as I closed the front door behind us, things got weird."
"Weird?"
"Well, it suddenly wasn't like I was a realtor and she was a prospective buyer," he said, looking up into the dark and smiling eyes across the table. "It was more like I was a snake and she was a mouse."
"Yes, go on."
"I led her around the house, opening cabinets and closets for her, but it wasn't like I was showing the house to her. It was like I was toying with her, teasing her before I...." He paused, pretending to examine the gob of sauce on the end of his chip. His heart was thumping madly, pounding up under his chin as if it wanted to climb right up out of his throat.
"Moved in for the kill?" Benecia suggested, raising her left eyebrow.
Paul nodded. "I hadn't planned on touching her," he went on, rapidly. "Really. I don't know what I was thinking about. One minute we were standing there by the fireplace and I was showing her the damper and the next I was all over her." He shook his head. "I mean, all over! I had my hands under her sweater and under her dress and I was sticking my tongue down her throat, giving her the whole rush."
"How did Mrs. Walker react?" she asked.
Again Paul shook his head. "I wouldn't have believed it," he told her. "That broad went nuts. I mean, she was sucking my tongue and helping me to get into her brassiere and panties. And before I knew it, we were down on the wall-to-wall fuck carpet and I was banging the ass off her."
"Did you take all her clothes off first?" she said, lightly scratching the back of his hand with her long, red nails.
"No," Paul answered, thickly, "there wasn't any time for that. We were both too damn hot. She already had my cock out by that time and it was stiff as a stick. I just sort of shoved the crotch band of her panties out of the way and jammed my way into her pussy."
"Sounds difficult."
He grinned. "It wasn't," he said. "Mrs. Walker was so wet and ready for it that my cock slipped right on in. Man! She went at it like she hadn't had any in ten years. Kept pushing her breasts up in my face for me to suck and bite and practically broke my back with her damn squeezing legs. The second time around it was a lot more mellow."
"Second time?! "
Paul smirked, then stretched proudly. "Yeah, sure. We tried some other positions. There was lots of room in that empty living room. I screwed her from one end of it to the other. Afterwards, she decided she liked the place."
"Sounds like you really earned that commission."
The word "commission" brought Paul back down to earth with a crash. It reminded him of who he was, who she was, and what she could do to him, his career if she wanted to.
"Wow! What am I doing telling you all this dirty stuff?" he groaned.
"Don't you know why you're telling me all this, Paul?" she said, raking the back of his hand with her talons.
"Oww!" he cried, jerking his hand out from under hers.
Benecia leaned across the table towards him. "You're telling me because you're hoping that it'll turn me on as much as it's turning you on, right?"
Before he could reply, her right hand slipped in under the table.
"Oh!" Paul exclaimed, as something warm groped between his legs, giving his penis a hard squeeze.
"I am hot, Paul," she told him, staring right into his eyes as she rubbed the straining length of his cock under the table. "Let's go back to the office and make love, quick."
She knew what to do, all right. She knew how to handle a man's cock. There was none of the butterfly light touch that was used by so many supposedly experienced women Paul had known; her grip on his meaty erection was tight, almost painfully so, and she worked it right through his pants, making the loose outer sheath of his cock skin slide up and down the rock-hard inner bone. The slow, rhythmic, milking caress was so delicious that it made Paul's eyes narrow to slits.
"You're not worrying about that little wife of yours, are you?" she asked, pinching the head of his cock teasingly.
"No, baby, I'm not," he said truthfully. Kathy was a pretty girl with a great little body on her, but a Miss Goodie Two Shoes when it came to anything out of the ordinary in sex. He had no doubt that she wouldn't understand his need to fuck Benecia or Mrs. Walker, for that matter. Kathy was terribly niave. He had long since stopped trying to explain things to her. She couldn't seem to get it through her provincial little head that a person had to do more than just "work hard" to get ahead in the world, that there were concessions that had to be made. This particular "concession" to the wife of his boss was not going to be hard to make and he knew that if he satisfied her, it couldn't hurt his career one bit. There was one problem, though. "I'm worried," he went on, "about your husband. He was still at the office when we left. What if he's still there when we get back?"
Benecia released his cock and pushed back from the table. "Merl," she said, "is nothing for you to worry about, darling. He doesn't mind what I do. We have an 'arrangement.' Shall we go?"
CHAPTER TWO
For the twentieth time in fifteen minutes, Kathy Weems looked up from the game show on television and checked the time. It was a quarter-after nine and dinner had been cold for two-and-a-half hours. She jerked her gaze back to the television set and stared at it without seeing. Paul had been late lots of times before, but never this late! It was business, of course, it was always business. She told herself that she should've gotten used to it by now, that it shouldn't have bothered her, but she couldn't bring herself to believe her own rationalizations.
In a sense, it was business, she knew. She knew that Paul was determined to make all his money while he was young enough to enjoy it. When they were first married, that'd seemed like a wonderful thing to look forward to. Now, it was nothing but a bitter joke. And in another sense, she knew that what was happening to their relationship wasn't just the result of business interfering with their mealtime schedules. They were losing contact with each other, mentally and physically. When they first started living together, Paul had seemed to like her shy, reserved ways in bed. But lately, his attitude about her had changed. She thought he felt she was a stiff-necked little prude and for that reason, he hardly ever touched her anymore. She often wondered, and not without anger, who he was touching these days.
She looked at the clock again. Nine-seven teen! She had a sudden twinge of fear that maybe he'd gotten into an automobile accident on the way home from the office.
For an instant, she considered dragging out the phone book and calling all the hospitals in the vicinity, but she didn't budge from her reclining chair. She knew she'd only be making a complete fool out of herself. Paul wasn't hurt. He was out wining and dining some prospective clients, trying to make them feel guilty enough about his generosity to buy some property from him.
What really made her mad was that Paul's opinion of her sexual desires was completely unfounded. Sure, she'd been shocked by some of the things he'd asked her to do, but she'd never said "No" to him. She knew that what he wanted was for her to take a more active part in their sex life, to not only submit to his odd fancies, but to make some up of her own. She was not categorically against anything, really, but the idea of letting go, of acting out her fantasies with another person was something she didn't think she was ready for, yet. Paul had tried to stimulate her by going out to the nearest adult bookstore and buying a whole armload of full-color, slick sex magazines. He had spread them out on their bed and carefully shown her all the pictures of angry red cocks dipping into pink, wet, hair-fringed pussies, of glistening female lips diving down over bulbous, swollen cockheads, and while he was showing them to her, he'd taken out his own cock and masturbated. After a bit, he made frantic, passionate love to her. She tried her hardest to get excited over the photos, but the poses seemed horribly far-fetched to her and the sex acts usually involved more than two people, a situation she could not even imagine the possibility of. After a night or two of looking at the picture book with her and masturbating, Paul gave up on her. He took his sexy magazines into the bathroom and did his masturbation there, alone.
It drove her crazy to hear him through the bathroom door, moaning and mumbling, knowing exactly what he was doing to himself, how he was insulting her, denying her satisfaction. He still did make love to her sometimes, but when he did, he kept changing positions on her all the time, like he was playing all the parts in one of the pictures in his hard-core magazines.
The ironic thing about the situation was that suddenly the group sex fantasy was a distinct possibility. At the house party, the previous week, Paul's boss, Merl Santiago, had kept her cornered all evening. The champagne was flowing like water and both he and she were well-lubricated by it. His conversation was limited to one subject: Sex. He kept hinting, rather openly, that he would like not only to have sex with her but to introduce her to a few of his close friends for a little "private party." She tried to act blase about the rather startling proposition, but she didn't do a very good job. Merl was a big man, barrel-chested, massive, a threatening figure and she kept trying to think up an excuse to get away from him. What bothered her even more than the awesome presence of the huge man and his lewd offer was the fact that as she stood there, she couldn't get the dirty pictures in Paul's magazines out of her mind. The only difference between the real photos and the ones in her head was that it was her naked, willing body sandwiched between the hard, thrusting cocks, the moist licking tongues, the deeply probing fingers.
Again, she looked at the clock. Nine-twenty-two! She rose angrily from her chair and flicked off the television. She'd been thinking about Paul's magazines and Merl's offer on and off all day and it had become like a knife blade in her guts, twisting and tearing at her flesh. She walked into their bedroom and closed the door behind her.
The pretty, slender blonde pushed her hair back behind her ears as she pawed through Paul's bottom dresser drawer, pushing aside the neat stacks of clothes he never wore anymore, in search of his stash of pornography. The sound of a car on the street out in front made her stop what she was doing and glance back over her shoulder in apprehension. When the car passed, she continued rooting through his things until she found the pile of magazines. She took the top one from the stack and carried it over to the bed with her, stretching out beside it on the chenille bedspread.
The magazine was titled "Love Party" and it was filled from page to page with graphic photographs of five extremely virile and hairy men gang-fucking a lovely young blonde. The paces those men put that poor girl through were almost unimaginable to the young blonde.
Damn you, Paul, she thought as she thumbed through the arousing photographs, if you'd only spend a little less time on that stupid job of yours and a little more on me, I wouldn't have to get my kicks from a busy five-dollar magazine! Its been almost two weeks now...and, whether you notice it or not, Fm still young, only twenty-five, and I need a man more often than that! You're just lucky, my money-grubbing husband, that I haven't started flirting with the mailman or your damned boss...instead of this!
The skillfully photographed orgy was supposed to be the story of a football groupie, a cheerleader who goes all the way for the team in the locker room after the Big Game. In the beginning, there were a few shots of the guys on the bench at the sidelines and of the blonde cheerleader doing high kicks in her short pleated skirt. To the delight of the players and the amazement of Kathy, the beautiful girl wasn't wearing any panties! The action really got underway in the locker room after the game, however.
Kathy felt the tingling itch of her own unrequited passions begin to taunt her, burning between her slender, girlish thighs like a hot flame held close to her loins. She was still wearing her favorite daytime attire, a pair of white cotton tennis shorts and a matching tank top. She slowly slipped her fingers into the waist band of her shorts as she turned the page with her other hand...undressing just as the cheerleader did in the color photos.
She pushed the shorts over her flaring hips and wriggled out of them, tugging them down her smooth, long legs and kicking them off at the ankles.
There was nothing but smooth skin beneath the shorts, as she wore no panties with her shorts while puttering about the house. She inhaled a quick breath as her fingertips lightly searched the blonde fleece of her pubic vee for the moist, deepening slit of her pussy.
She looked longingly at the photographs, realizing that for the first time, she was actually getting stimulated by them. She watched the first lust-stirring sequence unfold through the pages as the cheerleader slips totally naked but for her white tennies into the locker room where the football players are in the middle of undressing and showering. Kathy let her mind wander, unfettering her fervent imagination. She could hear and feel the photos coming to life as she turned the pages and they took on an almost super-real exuberance of their own. Her breath began to come in short shallow gasps as she rubbed the fat, protuberant mound of her vagina with the flat of her palm.
All right! All right! the half-naked athletes were shouting as the naked cheerleader cavorted in front of them.
The boys could hardly believe their good fortune. They seemed stunned into immobility by the beautifully firm young body that was so plainly theirs for the taking. In the end, it was the cheerleader who made the first move. She bent down over a marvelously muscled young man sitting, naked but for a towel over his lap, on the locker room bench and took his heavy headed but limp penis in hand. She worked the soft shaft through her fist, lowering her head, parting her full lips, and extending her long, pink tongue. The expression on the football player's face was sheer ecstasy as she licked the bulbous tip of his penis, swirling her tongue over the broad, smooth cap, bathing it in her sweetly scented saliva. As she leaned over the happy boy, another player, this one black and monstrously huge, clad in his shoulder pads and jockstrap, put his dark fingers on her smooth white buttocks. Almost as if he'd rehearsed it a thousand times, the black man knelt behind the cheerleader, parting the cheeks of her ass, pressing his face between them.
"Uhhhhhhhh! Yessssss!" the cheerleader hissed, licking faster at the stiffening cock under her lips. She moaned tremulously as the Black's thick pink tongue splayed through the thin, sparse curls of her blonde pubic hair, and parted the dew-moist folds of her vagina in one, laving swipe.
Kathy turned the page again. The cheerleader had brought the young man on the bench to throbbing erection and the camera moved in for a breathtaking close-up as she jammed her ovaled lips down over the end of the blood engorged member. Kathy felt her own heart racing in her chest as she saw the massive length of black cock sticking lewdly up out of the top of the jockstrap of the pussy-licking athlete. The head of it looked like a great, velvety plum and there was glistening wetness at its tip. It wasn't only his cock that was shining, either. His broad face, from the nose down, was gleaming with sticky, fragrant juice. She could hear the cheerleader's muffled screams of ecstasy in her own mind!
"God, yes! Yes! Hurt me! Bite me!" the cheerleader cried, sliding her tongue up the underside of the meaty erection, massaging the lust-bloated testicles in their nest of crisp brown pubic hair.
Kathy's hand was between her thighs, feverishly rubbing, palm down, over the hummock of her pussy, hotly insinuating her own fingers over the fervent mound of her cunt...her legs scissored open and closed in a lustful rhythm of naked desires as she turned the page again.
The other players had begun to move in, to touch and stroke the trembling girl's silky nakedness, their hands gripping over the dangling mounds of her breasts, pinching, tugging at her hard little nipples, their fingers sliding over her smooth buttocks, pushing at the tight, wrinkled ring of her anus, touching her cruelly distended lips as they slipped up and down the thick meatiness of the boy's throbbing cock, their fingers circling their own stiffening cocks, pumping them to blue-veined hardness.
Tears streamed from the cheerleader's eyes as the black man tongue-fucked her mercilessly, in long, deep strokes that bored hotly up into her cock-hungry belly. She was orgasming! And her joy was infectious. Suddenly, she jerked the glistening cock from her sucking lips, holding it tightly in her fist as it bucked and flexed, shooting gobs of slippery white cum over her panting face and onto her wildly lashing tongue.
It was too much for the crowd of lust-crazed athletes to bear. She was rudely lifted off her feet and flipped onto her side on the long bench. Before the ecstatic girl could so much as moan, another swollen cockhead was thrust between her wet lips, forced savagely over the surface of her tongue, and its impaling thickness jammed deep into her slippery throat. And the black man, with his massive erection, was moving in alongside of her on the bench. Many hands were clutching at her long, tapering legs, pulling them wide apart, splaying them lewdly. The Black pushed the spongy head of his penis into her inflamed pussy, clutching her creamy hips, bucking himself up into her wet channel in an animalist frenzy.
The camera moved in for a close-up of that cruelly thick black cock as it retreated from the warm, slithery pink depths of her ravaged pussy. It was awash in her crystal clear lubricant and the thin, hair-fringed lips of her cunt clung wetly to the withdrawing shaft, sucking at it hungrily.
A face pushed between her obscenely parted buttocks from behind, its hot, moist tongue playing teasingly with the puckering pink ring of her rectum, as a scant two inches away, the great ebony cock pistoned in and out of her sizzling slit.
The cheerleader climaxed again...and again...and again as the twin probes lanced into her passionate body, as other penises, hard and hot, rubbed over her arms and legs, pushing between her armpits, against her toes. By the time Kathy turned the last page of the book, the blonde cheerleader was dripping with sweat, the inside of her thighs gleaming with her own thick lubricant, her mouth and chin gleaming with her own hot saliva. The last photo showed pure chaos. The wetly gleaming cock in front of her was spitting threads of milky white fluid into her open, gaping mouth and the black man, at the crucial moment, had pulled his massive penis from her raging cunt and was emptying his sperm-laden balls over her exposed crotch, sending great gushes of sloshing cum spattering over the obscenely parted lips of her pussy, the damp, fleecy curls of her pudenda, the silky smooth domes of her ass.
Kathy's legs were straight up in the air over her, her bare feet waving frantically as both her hands worked feverishly between her nakedly-splayed thighs. She had the pinkish moist folds of cuntal flesh parted with the fingers of one hand and with the other was busily caressing the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris.
"Uhhhhhhggghhh...uhhhhhgggg-hh...." she chanted mindlessly, the photo book closed now and forgotten as she soared off in her own private fantasies, imagining herself in the place of that pretty blonde cheerleader, just her and all those huge, throbbing cocks to take away the awful, hungry burning in her smooth belly!
Suddenly, she started to come...groaning and cursing between clenched teeth, she rolled the oily marble of her clitoris between her fingertips, fast-pumping it as her crescendo of orgasmic intensity swelled to a pinnacle of grunting, wailing ecstasy. She thrashed wildly on the coverlet, bucking her round, sleek hips up into her own, deeply probing fingers, then the sheer wave of pleasure blissfully subsided and she lay there, panting from the exertion.
She dozed off, her hands still between her thighs, smiling as she reminisced about the very early days of their marriage, the days when Paul used to take off early from the office just so they could have time for an extra round of lovemaking before they ate dinner. Reminiscing about how he always came through the front door with a hard-on, a hard-on just for her! And how they sometimes couldn't make it to the bedroom in their frantic passion to join bodies, ripping and tearing at each other's clothing. Reminiscing about how he loved to push her down over the coffee table with a pillow beneath her breasts, or over the arm of an easy chair while he knelt on the carpet or crouched close to her widely splayed thighs and fucked her deliciously from behind.
Paul! Oh, Paul, the money, the security just isn't worth it! she thought. I know how much it means to you and I know that you want it for me as well as yourself, but I need you much more than I need capital in the bank. I need you so much more than you know! I need you to fuck me, Paul. To do it like you used to! Slow and long until I can't stand it, until I have to scream or go crazy. I'm a normal, healthy woman, Paul, and I need it. I need it so bad!
CHAPTER THREE
When Paul drove down the street towards the Santiago Realty parking lot with Benecia curled up on the seat next to him, he was praying that Merl's big white Cadillac would be gone. No such luck! And to make matters worse, he wasn't the only one working late that night, either. There was a low, sleek, caramel-colored Porsche Targa parked next to it. The Targa belonged to Nathan Greeves, the company's hotshot salesman.
"Are you sure this is the right place for us to do this?" he asked, stopping his leased Lincoln ten feet short of the driveway.
"If you don't get me inside quick, Paul," she purred hotly into the nape of his neck, "I'm going to r-r-r-rape you right here in the front seat!"
Paul gunned the big Lincoln and roared into the brightly lit parking lot. It wasn't all that big of a lot, maybe twenty-five marked spaces in front of the realty building, a modern, one-story faced with volcanic rock and lots of glass.
"Come on," she said, slipping out of the car on the passenger side, "we'll go to my office for our little conference."
Paul followed her through the double glass doors into the starkly modern reception room. Just as they rounded the reception desk, Nathan Greeves came bustling out of the hallway that led to the building's offices. He was obviously through for the night as he had his suede car coat and brief casein his hand. He was a good-looking guy and, for all his success in the high pressure business of real estate, he was amazingly easy going on the surface. But Paul knew that no one got to be Number One boy at
Santiago by being Mr. Nice Guy.
"Are you two working late, too?" he said, giving Benecia a quick once over, then leering at Paul.
"Paul sold his first property for Santiago today," she said, adding snottily, "the old Frazier place."
"Really?" said the man, his winning smile cracking a bit around the edges.
"You remember it, don't you, Nathan?" she went on. "That was the house you insisted was overpriced for the market and would never sell. Paul, here, got the full asking price."
"Hey! Welcome to the team!" he said, offering his hand in congratulations. "I mean it, Paul. We could use a dozen more guys like you."
Though Paul shook the man's hand and traded grins with him, he had the distinct feeling that he'd just made a mortal enemy.
"We've still got some paperwork to do on it. Come on, Paul," she said, stepping into the hallway.
"Watch that paperwork, man," Nathan said, giving him a wink and a nudge of his elbow. "That's the stuff that can kill you."
Paul winced and nodded and hurried after the black-haired woman. He caught up with her outside her office door. He couldn't help but look down the hall to the next doorway and the crack of light visible under the closed door. It was Merl's office. And Merl was in there, of that there was no doubt. As Paul stood there, he heard the phone ring in Merl's office. It rang twice, then stopped when the boss answered it.
"Come on, Paul, don't keep me waiting," Benecia said, taking him by the hand and pulling him into her plush office.
* * *
Merl Santiago answered his intercom phone with an abrupt "What is it?! " But when he realized who the caller was and what the purpose of the call was for, his broad face lit up in an obscene grin. It was Nathan Greeves, his best boy, calling from the reception desk, letting him know that his lovely wife was up to some late night hanky-panky with the new guy in the company. He thanked Greeves and hung up, pushing away from his massive walnut desk. The plan that he had formulated a week before was beginning to go into motion and he could hardly contain his excitement. He walked over to the garish cubist painting hanging on the wall he shared with Benecia and pulled at the right side of the frame. The whole picture swung away from the wall on secret hinges, revealing a large, two-way mirror. He stared directly into Benecia's office, his meaty hands opening and closing reflexively at his sides.
Go on! Go on, you hot little slut, do it to him, he muttered, as he unzipped his fly. Fuck the hell out of the stupid jerk!
* * *
Paul watched breathlessly as the sexy woman began to undress. First, she unbuttoned her blouse for him teasingly, loosening the top buttons slowly to urge him on. But she quickly tired of the game herself, and tore open the bottom half of her blouse, throwing back the lapels, baring her deliciously curvaceous breasts to him.
"Jesus!" he croaked, gazing at the pink-tipped perfection of her nipples, little crinkly rings in the dead center of her resilient mounds. He started to reach out for them but she motioned him back. He froze there, slack-jawed, his lust-swollen cock pitching a lewd tent in the front of his pants, as she turned to face the mirror.
A strange smile crossed her face as she looked at herself in the reflection, almost as if she were seeing through the glass, seeing something humorous on the other side. She unzipped her skirt in back and let it slip down over her roundly curving hips, down over her slender, ivory thighs to her feet.
Paul groaned when he saw how scantily clad she had been under her demure skirt. The panties she wore were nothing but a small triangular patch of black satin with a black velvet string for a waistband. The panties covered nothing really except the lips of her vagina and the deep crack between her buttocks. He could see the round full moons of her ass, the fat hummock of her pussy, and on either side of the narrow crotch band, sprouting sparse curls of black pubic hair that looked even darker against the milk-white skin of her inner thighs and buttocks.
Benecia leaned back against the edge of her desk, parting her thighs widely, slipping her hand, palm down, over her right breast, then down over her sleek tummy, sliding her long-nailed fingertips under the flimsy panty waistband.
Paul could see the outline of her fingers against the thin material, he could see them moving over the flesh of her pussy. She was playing with herself! His cock flexed powerfully in his pants, as if it were trying to rip right through the fabric to get out, to get at that hot mound.
"Not bad, huh, Paul?" she crooned to him, her long-lashed eyes half-closed, her toes with their painted nails digging into the thick nap of the carpet, as she openly toyed with her vagina.
"Jesus!" he moaned.
"I'll bet you want to look at it, don't you, Paul?" she said. Before the man could answer, she untied a small knot at her hip and pulled the scanty panties off in one piece.
He leered down at her open fork, at the hot pink lips of her vagina, at the bearded moistness that rimmed them. Even as he stared, she parted her legs even wider, causing the tempting folds of her pussy to flower into eager openness. Man, was she ever a cock-hungry piece! She was just aching for it...aching for a long, hard hunk of prick between her legs. As he started to move towards her again, she stopped him as she had before.
"No, Paul," she said, smiling at him sexily, "You strip, too. I like to see what I'm getting."
If it was a free show she wanted, that's what he was going to give her. He knew that his well-hung equipment was nothing to be ashamed of and it would be worth it just to see the look on her face when she got a look at it all hard and stiff!
"OK, any way you want it, honey," he said, starting to undress. He removed his sport coat, then his tie. When he took off his dress shirt and exposed the well-muscled strength of his tanned chest, he heard her give a little sigh of delight. She made the same sound again as he removed his trousers and jockey shorts, as the arching length of his rigid cock flipped up free, slapping against the skin of his stomach, then dropping to the perpendicular, jutting out of his nest of pubic hair like a furious tree limb.
"Mmmmmm...nice, Paul," she breathed deeply, extending one hand to lovingly caress the long, thick flesh of his penis. It throbbed under her gentle, practiced touch and swelled into full, throbbing erection...a man-sized hardness any guy would be proud of.
She touched it cautiously with her other hand, extending her arms across her full, tantalizing breasts; her two hands encircled the thick, turgid pole of his erection and she stroked it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between her palms as his prick swelled into even more virile hardness.
"Glad you like it," he said with a smirk, his hands on his naked hips, his pelvis stuck out slightly, and his cock warmly cradled in the married woman's grip.
"Oooooh, yes! Yes, I do!" she moaned, moving her hands faster up and down the lust-swollen shaft.
Paul gently pushed her back, forcing her to lie on her back on the leather top of her executive desk, sliding his hands over her incredibly smooth and supple flesh, over her jutting breasts, over the round domes of her buttocks.
She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed as she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his as he climbed up on the desk beside her, shoving the in-out basket, and the ornamental pen holder off onto the floor. He kissed her and she responded like a high school tramp out for a drive-in gang bang...her mouth opened around his and her lips ground into his teeth as her tongue searched furtively down his throat.
Her hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between their reclining bodies and firmly gripped the one thing she needed most...his long, hard dick!
Paul moaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her fervently, answering her hungry soul kiss with one of his own. He felt wildly excited. The simple act of kissing hadn't aroused him so in years. Perhaps it was her smooth, squeezing hand on his prick that made the difference!
Suddenly, he knew just how badly he needed her, just how badly he wanted to fuck his boss' gorgeous wife. Though he had a wife of his own, a wife just as sexy, just as pretty as this hot cunt...and maybe prettier...nothing seemed to matter except that he shove his hard cock into her. Kathy would have to understand...she'd have to grow up...and if she didn't, to hell with her!
The naked woman beside him eagerly squirmed her sweet smelling feminine body frantically against the lean, hard muscles of his body. Her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth from exercise and expensive spas, ground against his and he could feel her rising heat, like a consuming fever, burning in her loins.
Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his hard cock shot up between them as if it had a built-in homing device...eagerly in search of the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those soft, trembling thighs. Her arms went around him and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back...her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked ivory beauty.
"Mmmmmmmm, Paul...you're so big and hard! God, I can't wait a second longer, darling! Stick that big thing in me! Stick it up my cunt!" she gasped, hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rabid ferocity...unless she had his cock inside her! Unless she could quench the ardent lust-flames with the gushing bliss of his virile semen!
Her soft hands seemed to be everywhere at once, hotly searching his hard muscled nakedness like it was the first man she had seen...or touched. She touched him all over, feeling the ridges of his muscles, brushing the hairy patches of his legs and chest, and anxiously squeezing the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks. His cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous pulsing head pressing incitingly against the moistly puckered lips of her pussy.
She squirmed under his weight like an anxious schoolgirl about to get laid for the first time, her back arching in surprising strength. Wantonly, she wriggled her hand between their bodies and spread apart the pliant pink folds of her pussy to give him total access to her hotly steaming slit.
"Hurry, Paul! I can't stand it! I need your cock sooooo bad!" she mewled in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving passionate welts of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly clawed him in her rising furious desire.
He squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over the wrinkly hard peaks of her nipples until her thighs opened wider still, her loins wriggling upward until she had the head of his cock luridly between the softly splayed lips of her vagina.
"God, that's good!" he moaned, his cock trembling from the tickling fingers of a thousand curly pubic hairs around its sensitive, lust-bloated head.
She groaned balefully. She couldn't stand the waiting a second longer! Her legs opened until Paul wondered if she wasn't double jointed, her ankles suddenly locked around his hips as her feet pounded barefoot frustrations on his naked back.
"Oooooh, Paul! Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me before I die!" she gasped, her voice cracking from her horrible hunger. Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids fluttered as if she were losing consciousness.
Damn! Paul thought, madly. She's about to come and I haven't even fucked her yet!
Paul wanted nothing more than to sink his aching, burning pole of flesh between her thighs and fuck her silly, but she was even quicker than he was in going for his jutting, blood-pulsing cock...she grabbed it and worked it with a squeal of anxious pleasure between the pliantly moist folds of her ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his cock through the fleecy black softness of her pubic curls and into the wetly clasping grip of her cunt.
"Aaahhhhh...it's going in me! I can feel it there in my pussy! God, it's even bigger than it looked! Mmmmmm, push it in, Paul! Push it hard!" she begged, her eyes half-open as she looked desperately up at him.
He entered her with a single, deep-thrusting stroke...a powerful lunge that sank his cock into her upturned pussy to the hilt. Like a stallion mounting a whimpering mare in heat...he surged into her like a fist into soft, sweet butter.
"Ooohhhhh! Yessss!" she whined animalishly, hissing up at him through clenched white teeth as the taut, rubbery grip of her cunt pulled him wantonly into the liquid depths of her belly.
Paul gasped at the ravenous pressure of her surprisingly tight pussy...the walls closed around the thrusting shaft of his hardened penis like a warm, moist fist. He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite pain of her incredible cuntal grip...she was like a nineteen-year-old virgin!
Deep into her very insides his lust-stiffened erection probed rapaciously; her delicious tightness was so remarkable that he nearly cried out from the strength of her grip. She was one of that rare breed of female with absolute control down there where it mattered.
His pain quickly subsided in the gushing flood of her pussy juices, a veritable torrent of moistly heated lubrication that oozed around the thick, pistoning length of his cock and made his entry a lingering moment of pure, unbridled bliss.
She gurgled and grunted with every thrust of his long, stiff prick; her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling aftershocks of his deep-thrusting fucking as the flesh of her breasts and thighs and buttocks shivered with the power of their adulterous lovemaking.
She was in pain, he could tell, that rapturous, secret pain that only women ever know, the agonizing, delicious pain of being fucked. Paul enjoyed with a trace of sadistic relish his ability to hurt this beautiful, powerful bitch so easily...all it took was an extra-hard thrust of his blood-thickened cock, the vicious flick deep inside her and she was like soft putty in his arms. He could do anything to her, hurt her, make her scream...and she was powerless to answer with any pain of her own. That he was giving it to her, fucking into her so greedily and her husband was sitting at his office desk not fifteen feet away gave Paul the chills something terrible.
His breath was coming deeply and hurriedly as he pushed down hard with all his virile strength and she met him with surprising vigor, pushing up against him with such anxious furor that they both nearly toppled from the desk top. She grunted and moaned with demoniacal frenzy, like a woman possessed of the devil, himself!
* * *
If there was a devil in Benecia Santiago's life, he stood in the adjoining room, stood watching her lewd antics through the one-way mirror, an obscene grin playing across his face.
Go on, Benecia, my darling, Merl muttered, don't hold back! Show him your whole, lovely repertoire.
The big man had his fist closed around the fleshy length of his soft cock and as he viewed his own wife locked in a carnal embrace with one of his hirelings, he began to slowly, rhythmically pump it up and down. He chuckled to himself as he felt it begin to stiffen and grow, the heavy bulbous head visibly pulsing, throbbing in response to his practiced touch. He enjoyed watching his gorgeous wife put out to strangers, of that there was no doubt. What gave him the thrill was not just the physical act, the sight of his loved one receiving the lusty stabs of another man's penis, but also the fact that he was the one who commanded her to do it. Like most wealthy and powerful men, Merl Santiago relished the exercise of his authority; he liked to make people jump and jerk like puppets under his control. If the puppet was luscious and sexy like his wife, so much the better! The more she groveled, the more she degraded herself to the man he had ordered her to make love to, the more he enjoyed it. Every whimper, every wild, frantic toss of her svelte hips, was an offering to him, a token of her slavish devotion.
As his cock surged to full, straining erection, he licked his thick, sensual lips in eager anticipation. He had waited long enough. It was finally time for him to act, to get the ball rolling. He backed up, keeping his eyes on the juicy thrusting, the manic thrashing of the lewdly inter-twined couple on the desk-top. He reached back and took his phone from its cradle, placing it down on his desk, then, without looking back, jabbed the button for an outside line, his other hand flying vigorously up and down the rigid length of his cock. He glanced back quickly to punch out the number, then turned back to the mirror and the madly rutting adulterers.
At the other end of the line, the phone rang.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy was still asleep when the phone rang. At first, she thought she was just dreaming it, but it kept on ringing and ringing and woke her up. She pulled up her shorts and hurried to the phone. It had to be Paul! she thought. Paul calling to tell her that he was all right!
She snatched the phone from the receiver and gasped, "Hello? Paul?! "
There was a short pause before anyone answered.
"No, Mrs. Weems," said a gruff male voice, "this is Mr. Santiago, Merl."
"Oh! Are you calling about Paul?! God, is he all right? There hasn't been an accident or anything?" she asked, breathlessly.
'There hasn't been an accident, Kathy," Merl said, his voice edged with an odd huskiness.
She didn't like the affectionate way he said her name and she didn't like his beating around the bush when she was so worried! "What is it, then?! Do you know where he is?"
"Yes, Kathy, I do," he told her. "And there's been some trouble."
"Trouble! What kind of trouble?"
"I'm afraid it's far too serious to discuss over the phone," Merl said. "Could you possibly come over to the office right now?"
Kathy was miles ahead of him, or so she thought. She figured that he just wanted to get her over there alone, so he could force himself on her.
"It's awfully late," she said, "and I'm already dressed for bed. Can't this wait until morning?"
"No, it can't," he said. "By morning, your husband could already have lost his real estate license and be facing criminal charges."
"God!"
"I'm not exaggerating, Kathy," he said. "And this isn't just a ploy to have you come over here by yourself."
"Oh, no?"
"That's right. Paul is here with me."
"Then let me talk to him!"
"I'm sorry, but he says he doesn't want to talk to you," Merl lied. "I think he is very ashamed of what he's done. I think you'd better get over here quick."
"All right, I'll come," she said reluctantly. "But it'll be a few minutes, because I have to dress."
"Please, hurry," he said, then he hung up.
Kathy stood there, listening to the dial tone in bewilderment. Paul was in bad trouble, his professional career was on the line. The deep feeling she had for him welled up in her breast and tears rushed from her eyes. She still loved him! She had to go to him! She rummaged through her dresser, pulling on a pair of panties, adding a short skirt and a tube-top blouse, then sprinted barefoot for the station wagon in the garage.
* * *
Merl was so excited after he hung up the phone that he couldn't stand it. He had to let off some of the pressure in his bloated, sperm-laden testicles or explode. He wasn't worried about not being able to spring another erection because he knew that Paul's pretty little wife was on her way over, that she was about to fall right into his lascivious trap.
Fm going to get you, Kathy, he wheezed, pumping his fist over the throbbing length of his cock in a blur, causing the lust-bloated head to vibrate rapidly against the tightly squeezing ring of his masturbating fingers. Fm going to have that tight little body of yours squirming under me and Fm going to make sure that everyone else who wants a piece gets it, too!
The massive bulk of his body jerked suddenly and a thick strand of milky fluid shot from the angry head of his cock. Merl cursed as he watched the ropy stream spatter on the carpet. He grabbed the rim of his wastebasket and thrust his pumping, orgasming penis down into it, shooting gobs of his slippery cum all over the gray metal interior.
* * *
On the other side of the two-way mirror, the delirious couple thrashed about on the desktop like a pair of mating cats in some dark alley, their bodies fused as one by the lascivious heat of their forbidden passion.
Paul smiled down at her lust-contorted face, still beautiful despite the agonized grimace of rising desire that twisted her features into a mask of absolute surrender. She was close to the brink of her screaming, back-scratching orgasm. He grinned lewdly. His virile, muscular body was sweat-soaked, the tiny rivulets of perspiration dripping from the hollows and crevices of his legs and torso and oozing onto the naked married woman's tingling flesh.
He pumped up and down like a sex-machine, a deep-thrusting rhythm of long, hard strokes, every one boring to the hilt in her upturned crotch, pushing hard into the tight, moist grip of her cunt until his balls slapped lewdly into the smooth, hairless cleft of her buttocks and his pelvis ground salaciously against the soft pink flesh of her nakedly splayed pussy!
Paul could feel her ecstatic climb to the pinnacle of her wanton climax...he could feel her body tauten, every muscle, every sinew attuned to this wildly devastating ascent...another few seconds and she would be a screaming, scratching demoness in his arms!
She gripped him painfully tight with the insides of her smooth thighs, opening and closing them scissor-like as she matched his pile driver cock thrusts ounce for ounce with the up-thrusting fervent flesh of her crotch. She ground hotly against his hard muscular virility. Her moans had degenerated into a hoarse muffled gasp as she struggled to keep from screaming lest her husband next door hear. But it was increasingly difficult as the time bomb of her passion ticked toward the moment that was only seconds away...her nakedly writhing orgasm!
"Uhhhhggghh...don't stop...Paul! Don't stop! Harder! Harder!" she gasped, her eyes suddenly popping wide open as if a thousand volts had been sent through an electric line to her sensitively squirming pussy.
She choked back the scream that hung in her throat and Paul grinned sadistically as he saw her face flush with color, almost purplish, as she held back the jarring, satisfying yell that she knew she needed. He grabbed a quick, furtive breath, then stepped up the powerful, lust-stirring pace of his fucking...his cock was pumping in and out of her flowered pussy lips so fast that it seemed to heat up from the lascivious friction.
"Yes! Yes! I'm...cummmming! Cummmmming!" she gasped, louder than she wanted to, but still managing to hold back the scream she ached to empty from her lungs. Her knees pulled so far back that her toes curled in his longish dark hair and she impishly toyed with the lobes of his ears as she giggled hysterically beneath him in that babbling, mindless aftermath of her savage orgasm. She shook convulsively, gasping and choking for what little air she could manage, and every single spasm of her naked, sweat-soaked body sucked another deep thrust from his still-rigid cock.
Paul slowed his ravishing pace mercifully, sensing that the beautiful married woman would be climbing the walls if he didn't. She shook and shuddered in the aftershocks of her adulterous orgasm, her arms and legs still locked around his sweaty back.
"Mmmmmmm...you're good, Paul! You're really good," she cooed to him. "Here I am a lump of jelly and you're still as hard as a rock! What a cock, darling...I love it, I just love it!"
Paul tried to look nonchalant, still on his elbows and knees over her, his pipe-hard cock between her upturned thighs. He gave it a playful push and felt her belly tighten around the deep-burrowed thickness of his erection.
"Ooooh, honey...take it out and lie down here," she whispered, her voice rich and husky with feminine passion. "No, wait, I've got a better idea...sit here beside me and watch!"
Paul levered upward and felt his stiffened rigidity slip from her taut cuntal wetness with a lurid plop!
"Wow, it's still hard as ever!" she gasped in amazement as he swung his weight off her and sat on the edge of the desk top. She squirmed out from under him and jumped up with surprising energy, vibrant and misted with a fine, glistening sheen of perspiration...buoyant with the exuberance of sated desires.
She crawled off the desk and dropped to her knees between his legs...only then did Paul realize what she planned as a surprise for him and his cock tightened in throbbing anticipation as he knew she was going to suck his cock! This beautiful, rich married woman was going to give him a blow job!
The naked woman ogled the steel-hard erection that stood up between his muscular thighs like an extra leg. Her fingers began to caress it lovingly like it was an ivory hand-carved work of priceless art. She stroked it anxiously, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she stared at the tiny slit in the bulbous, blood-engorged head as if it was an eye and she was hypnotized by its unblinking stare. She rolled the thick, fleshy foreskin back and forth, groaning with animalish excitement as she saw the bluish veins along the massive pole of virile maleness pulse and quiver with lust-heated blood!
She stroked it and fondled it lovingly until Paul groaned with the tautening pain of his lust-swollen balls.
God, if she doesn't suck it soon, I'm going to explode right in her pretty face! Paul thought.
His hair-matted loins began to work back and forth, his buttocks rising off the edge of the desk as she pulled and drew on the hard, pulsing length of his manly erection, her small, gentle hands everywhere at once...along the stiffened thickness of his cock, cradling the swollen, sensitive orbs of his testicles, tenderly caressing the leathery sack of his scrotum, the wispy hairs tickling her palms.
Then, with a lewd giggle, she pushed her head between his muscle-ribbed thighs and salaciously licked the bulbous, purplish head of his cock with her small pink tongue.
Paul gasped aloud and shivered involuntarily as his prick jerked into full aching erection, moistened now with the combined wetness of her pussy-juices and the warm saliva of her tongue and lips.
The naked woman, kneeling between his legs, moaned as if she had been starved for days and was now offered a royal banquet of hard, hot cock!
She worked her glistening pink lips down along the turgid pole of virile rigidity, drawing her ovaled mouth over his cock like a tight condom. The warmth of her clasping lips and tongue enclosed his prick in a fervent pressure of arousal that made him shudder again and again with ex-quisitly rippling shock waves of desire. Her tongue swirled heatedly around his erection in wild abandon.
Paul groaned anxiously and shoved his cock deeply down her throat, expecting her to gag and pull away as his wife always did when he attempted this, but to his bug-eyed amazement...she took it all!
This was no amateurish attempt at nibbling, something half-hearted to satisfy her need to bring him off...this was the real thing, fellatio as it was meant to be! The kind of performance you'd pay a whore twenty dollars for, but never get the real emotion this naked married woman was obviously experiencing...she wanted his cock, she wanted to eat him alive!
Paul groaned loudly as the encasing warmth of her mouth closed tightly around his cock, like a warm fist drenched in butter. He looked down at her delicious nakedness, her large, firm breasts bobbing and squirming as she worked frantically between his wide-splayed thighs. The insides of his thighs rubbed incitingly over the sides of her head as her mouth worked hungrily up and down the full, hardened length of his cock. He could see it all happening...the soft pinkness of her lips tautly ovaled around the thickness of his cock in an expression of cock-hungry lust as old as time!
She rubbed the swollen, sperm-laden orbs of his testicles with her opened palms; he could feel their weight throbbing anxiously as they rested in her hands. They were swollen inhumanly, bloated with the pressure of his yet-to-come orgasm...and he knew that, in seconds, they would pump their viscous load right down this rich broad's cocksucking gullet!
He pushed hard into the ovaled softness of her mouth and gasped in astonishment as she swallowed and let the head of his penis slide down her throat! She took it all without choking, the muscles of her throat constricting deliciously around the thickness of his erection. She breathed wheezingly through her flared nostrils, her lips gaping to the splitting point around his throbbing cock...and the lascivious sensation of fucking deep into this rich, married woman's throat brought him off.
Paul's head went back and he grunted once, his pelvis shuddering like a tree in the wind, and his bloated balls began to pump like a pair of tiny engines, gushing the thick, sticky rush of semen up and along the pole of virile flesh that was so deeply imbedded down her ravaged throat passage. He felt the white-hot torrent ripple down the length of his cock and explode from the end like a hail of scatter-shot from a shotgun barrel.
The gushing viscous spurts ricocheted down her gullet, swirling hotly down into her belly as she swallowed again and again, milking his still-hard cock with exquisite pressure until every drop of his sperm was swirling thickly in her belly.
Finally, she lifted her head from between his thighs, licking the last of his semen from the rubbery head of his cock with a quick swipe of her tongue.
"That was wonderful, Paul," she said, her voice hoarse from emotion and from the repeated impacts of all that cock pounding her throat.
"I passed the test, huh?" he said, grinning at her.
"With flying colors," she said, lifting his softening cock and planting a warm, moist kiss right on his hairy scrotum. Then she looked up at him impishly and said, "Are you ready for another go around?"
"Huh? What?" Paul said, blinking at her in astonishment. He'd heard of some pretty horny women in his time, but this lady realtor took the cake. "You want it again, right now?"
Benecia nodded, rubbing the silky smooth side of her lovely face against his sticky wet genitals. "Sucking you like that and drinking all your hot cum has got me all hot and bothered again."
Paul wanted to fuck her again, but he was sure he couldn't get another erection up so quickly. "I'd like to," he said, apologetically, "but I think it's too soon."
Benecia gave him a petulant glance. "Do you think I can't get you up again?" she asked. "You just watch me!"
Paul groaned as the married woman smothered his limp penis with hot kisses, then moved her mouth lower and began licking at his pendulous testicles. It felt good, all right, but it hurt, too. And then she was lifting his scrotal sack aside and swirling her hot, moist tongue in behind it.
"God!" he croaked, as the tingling, tickling tongue squirmed through the tuft of sparse hair behind his balls, straining to reach the tightly wrinkled ring of his rectum. Never in his life had he ever been with a woman so totally uninhibited. He had thought that such females were mythical, the creations of some frustrated male's imagination. But here he was, getting his ass licked by one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen!
"Nuhhhh!" she moaned, stretching her tongue to the limit, teasing it over his tightly clamped sphincter, shuddering with delight as she felt the flaccid shaft of his cock begin to flex, to jerk about on top of her head like a beached whale.
"Ohhhh!" Paul exclaimed, as he watched his recently depleted penis surge to life, stiffening, growing hard and long under the thrilling caresses directed at his anus. There was no stopping it! It grew and grew until it was as big around as it had ever been and the skin of its sheath was pulled so tight over the swollen inner bone that the great bulbous head was flattened like the head of a snake by the incredible tension.
After giving him one last, loving, wet slurp of her tongue, Benecia withdrew her head from between his legs. She eyed the monstrous hard-on with salacious hunger, running her fingertips lightly over its obscenely arching length.
"Quick, Paul," she moaned deliriously, "lay down on your back, I want to ride your big, hard cock!"
Panting with renewed sex hunger, Paul let her push him down on the desk top and watched as the lovely married woman clambered up next to him, straddling his thighs with hers, reaching down and picking his stone-hard cock up from his stomach and bending it down to meet the drooping pink mouth of her hair-fringed fissure.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Kathy arrived at the realty office, she saw that Paul's Lincoln was parked out in front. She was at once relieved to learn that he was, in fact, there and angered that he hadn't taken the time to call her and let her know that he was all right. She parked the station wagon and got out. As she hurried to the building's double glass front doors, a large figure moved on the inside of the building, rising from a couch in the reception area. It was Merl coming to meet her.
As he opened the door for her, he said, "I'm glad you could get here so quickly."
"Where's Paul? What's he done?" she asked immediately.
"Come this way," Merl said, putting his meaty arm around her trembling shoulders. "I'll take you to him and explain everything."
Kathy let him lead her down the long hallway. They stopped at the door to his office. When Merl opened it and ushered her inside, she was stunned to discover that the room was completely empty of people.
"Where is he?" she demanded, whirling around. "If this is some kind of sick trick to get me here all alone . . . ! "
"I can assure you, Kathy," Merl said, closing the door behind him and locking it, "that this is no joke. Your husband is in some very serious trouble. Please, sit down." He gestured at the plushly upholstered chair on one side of his desk.
"I'd rather stand, thank you," she said, defiantly. "What is this all about?"
Merl sat on the edge of his desk, pausing for a moment to let his eyes dart over the lush, firm contours of her young body, the sweet mounds of her breasts, only half-hidden under the snug fitting tube top, the roundness of her sleek hips, the length of her tapering legs. He wanted her to see him looking at her that way; it was part of his plan.
"Mr. Santiago!" she exclaimed, her face blushing with embarrassment and anger.
He smiled serenely at her, like the cat who has the mouse cornered. "As you probably do not know, Kathy," he said, "Paul made his first sale for Santiago Realty this afternoon...."
"Wonderful!" she said "I'm so proud for him!"
Merl winked at her and shook his head. "Hear me out, please, my dear," he said. "There were circumstances surrounding the sale that were, well, irregular to say the least."
"Are you saying that Paul did something wrong in order to sell the house?"
"Fm afraid that's correct, Kathy. It's a very personal matter, very touchy, which is why I wanted to be as discreet as possible about it."
"Was it something that he misrepresented, something about the house?" she asked.
Merl shook his head. "It has to do with the clients involved. I really don't know how to tell you this...."
"Well, you'd better find out and fast if you expect me to stay here another minute!" she said, furious. She was sick of his insinuation and innuendo; she wanted the truth and she wanted it quickly...or so she thought.
"Did Paul ever mention a Mrs. Walker to you?"
Kathy gave him a puzzled look. "No, not that I can recall."
"I wouldn't think he would," Merl said. "Mrs. Walker and her husband were interested in the property that Paul was trying to sell. They were interested, but not interested enough to come up with a firm offer. Your husband convinced Mrs. Walker that she owed it to herself to come back to the house without her husband and give it one last look before making up her mind on it. The two of them drove back over to the house alone. While they were there, your husband seduced the lady...."
"No!" Kathy gasped. "No! I don't believe it!"
"...and made love to her several times," Merl finished, unable to repress a nasty grin at the poor cheated wife's anguish. "Afterwards, the woman agreed to buy the house at the full price."
"If she agreed, then how did you find out?" Kathy asked, suspiciously. "Who's making the complaint?"
"The lady had to explain to her husband the reason she'd changed her mind about the property," Merl said. "She wasn't a very clever liar and her husband tripped her up, then made her confess. Mr. Walker is the one who is making the complaint. I don't think I need to tell you that what your husband did was highly unethical...and if Mr. Walker convinces Mrs. Walker to file a charge of rape against your husband, it could be criminal, as well."
Kathy glowered at him. "I want to tell you, Mr. Santiago," she said, "first off, that I don't believe a word of what you've just told me. My Paul would never do a thing like that. He wants to be a success, of course, but not like that, not at that price. Do you understand?"
Merl nodded, grinning broadly.
"I can see now that you must want something from me," she said. "That in return for your hushing up this matter, you expect me to do something for you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have bothered asking me over here at all. Am I correct?"
"You are a very clever girl, Kathy," he said. "You are clever enough to know what I want from you."
Kathy shuddered with revulsion. "You want me to be your little plaything, you want me to do all those nasty things you whispered in my ear at the party with you and your friends," she said, in disgust.
"Very, very clever."
"Well, I won't!" she said, adamantly. "I won't because the idea makes me sick and because I don't believe that any of this is true. Paul would never betray me like that! He's a good husband and he loves me!"
"What is the homily? The wife is the last to know'? "
"Go to hell!" Kathy snapped, starting for the door.
Merl cut her off, blocking her path with his massive chest.
"Let me out of here or I'll start screaming 'Rape!' so loud you won't even believe it!" she told him.
"Relax, Kathy," he said, soothingly. "I have one more thing to show you. After I show it to you, if you still want to leave, you may. Say you'll stay for another minute, please, as a personal favor.
Kathy was scared, though she hoped desperately she wasn't showing it. She knew damn well that her screams wouldn't be heard outside the building, that no one would come to her aid, that the huge powerful man could do anything he wanted to her and she would be totally defenseless. She really had no choice but to stay. His giving her a "choice" in the matter allowed her to postpone the inevitable confrontation when she tried to leave.
"Only for a minute!" she said, shrilly.
"Please, come over here, Kathy," he said, moving to the cubist painting.
"I can see the painting from here," she told him. "I don't like it from here."
"I want you to see something else, my dear," he told her, slipping his fingers in under the frame, springing the picture back on its hinges, exposing the large rectangular two-way mirror. "Come closer, closer so you can see...."
From where she was standing, Kathy could only tell that the mirror was not a real mirror and that it looked into the next room. As she stepped closer, the angle of refraction changed and she could make out the details of the adjoining office.
"Oh my GOD!" she gasped, when she saw the naked couple rutting on the desktop. She took an instinctive step backward, but Merl was right there, behind her.
"No, my dear," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, "look closer. Don't you recognize someone?" He pushed her gently up to the window.
"NO!" she bawled as she realized who the man was who was lying on his back on the desk. Paul! Paul, her loving husband! Paul locked in a lewd, carnal embrace with a naked, writhing, black-haired bitch!
"Yes, Kathy," Merl said, "it is Paul, your Paul. And the woman, that is my wife, Benecia. They do make an attractive couple, don't they?"
Kathy took in the wildly erotic scene with horror. She could clearly see Paul's stiffly jutting erection disappearing deeply inside the naked wife of the man behind her as that wanton woman humped up and down on him. Paul had both his hands on her large, resilient breasts, fondling them as she worked slavishly over him. There was a grin of contentment smeared across his face that Kathy could see all too clearly...a smirking grin of deceit and adultery!
"I...I don't want to see anymore!" she moaned, trying to move back from the mirror but bumping into the broad chest of the man who blocked her path.
"Oh, but you must," Merl said, gently pushing her back to the mirror. "You said your husband would never betray you. What is he doing now?"
Kathy didn't have to answer, her whole body stung from the shock of what she was viewing. She felt suddenly cut loose, cast adrift in the world full of lies, falsehoods, untruths. There was nothing she could rely on, nothing! Tears of hurt rushed from her eyes, but she made no move to wipe them from her cheeks, she stared awestruck at the obscenely gyrating woman, at the gleaming red stump of Paul's thick cock in the sticky grip of her hair-fringed vagina, at the smug expression plastered all over his face.
"Everything I told you before was true," Merl said, gently stroking her shoulders. "Paul made love to Mrs. Walker, too. He has made a terrible mistake and now he will have to pay. He will lose his real estate license and quite probably have to face the rape charge as well...although that will never stand up in court."
As she stood there watching, crying, Kathy knew that no matter what Paul did, no matter how he ruined his life and hers, she could not bring herself to hate him or hurt him in return. She knew that she held it in her power to keep him from losing the license he'd worked so hard and long to get, to keep him from facing the embarrassment and public humiliation of an unfounded rape charge. She knew...as did Merl...that she would do anything to protect him.
"Unless?" she said, sobbing brokenly.
"Unless?" Merl said. "Unless what?"
"You'll turn him in unless I do what you want?! " she cried, miserably.
"There, there, my dear," he said, moving his meaty hands down to the small of her back, slipping his large fingers around the rounded curves of her hips, "I don't want to have to give you any ultimatums. I want you to do what comes naturally, of your own free will."
"But, I can't do . . . ! " she began, turning away from the mirror.
Merl gently turned her face back. "Just relax, my dear," he said, massaging the jutting moons of her buttocks lightly. "Watch them and relax. Pretend it's a movie you're watching. Pretend it's a show they're putting on just for you."
Kathy shivered as she felt his fingers knead delicately the soft girlish flesh of her bottom-cheeks, but for some reason, she was not able to put up a protest. She felt horribly weak, drained by the experience, the shock she'd just been given, but that wasn't all. To her surprise, his touch was not repulsive to her; in fact, it felt good.
Suddenly, his hand darted beneath her skirt as she leaned vulnerably closer to the mirror. His fingers tightened around a handful of her warm inner thigh.
"P-please...." she said. It was less a plea than an encouragement.
"Shhhhhhhh...don't talk now, my dear. Just watch them, watch what they're doing," he whispered.
Kathy did as she was told, keeping her eyes fixed on the copulating pair in the adjacent room. And as she stared, she couldn't help but wonder how many times this strange, powerful man had sat alone in his office watching through his private peep window as his pretty wife orgasmed, her long legs wrapped tightly about some stranger's back, her breasts soft and bruised from another's coarse, ravenous touch? She kept right on staring as Merl's hands lowered her sheer white panties and lifted her skirt. She felt her body tingle with forbidden arousal as his fingers touched her in secret, private places. And she knew she was his, his for the taking!
* * *
"Oh, Paul! Paul, lover! It's so deep in me! So deep in my belly!" Benecia moaned, her head flailing from side to side and her long raven-black hair swirling around her shoulders. Her breasts wriggled and danced on her chest as she leaned forward for the perfect penetration, his cock was deeply imbedded between the moistly pouting lips of her pussy, and every time she worked up and down, it bored deeper, bringing a groan of ecstatic abandon to her throat.
"Pump harder, baby!" Paul panted up at her. "I'm almost there! I'm almost ready to cum!" His face was twisted into a grimace and his eyes bulged in their sockets.
She leaned farther over him until her nakedly juggling breasts brushed over his face; his lips closed around one of her pink, dollar-sized nipples and he rolled the crinkly peak between his teeth, playing his tongue over it as she moaned in approval.
His hands went down behind her wildly-humping buttocks and he pulled the fleshy cheeks apart. The naked woman groaned shamelessly as he probed between her ass cheeks, feeling for the tautly puckered ring of her anus. He found it and pushed a stiffened middle finger into the warm, rubbery grip of her rectum.
"Aaaaawwwww! Yes! Yes! Stick your finger in my ass, lover! Stick two fingers in there...hurt me! Hurt me, more!"
Paul grunted as he crudely crammed two fingers into the lewdly distended orifice of her rectum; she writhed and spasmed with exquisite pain as he began to pump the two fingers in and out in rhythm with his deeply probing cock thrusts.
"Uhhh! UHHHH! Yes! I'm...I'm...cummmmmmmmmming!" she gasped hoarsely, pushing down hard onto his upraised cock, enveloping the long hard pole with the wetly clasping flesh of her cunt.
Paul suddenly choked and breathed out slowly as he felt his long-awaited eruption gush up like a white fountain into her belly, sloshing inside her and trickling down his cock to puddle on his bare pelvis.
Benecia Santiago shuddered again and again, her head bowed and her thighs pressed tightly against the naked man's solid hips.
"Mmmmmmmm, Paul, darling...that was wonnnnnnnnnnerful!" she crooned to him, grinding her hips lasciviously over him, making the sticky, sperm-drenched flesh of her cunt roll about his still rigid rod. "Let's do it again!"
"Again?! " he exclaimed.
But before he could utter another word, she was climbing down from atop his loins, stretching languorously across his virile chest. She giggled softly as she crawled down his body, kissing his belly and then his navel, and then rummaging in the curly thicket of his abdomen until her lips encircled the head of his amazingly rock-hard cock.
Paul groaned as she sucked the rubbery bulb into her mouth, swirling it around against the slippery flesh of her cheeks with her tongue. He had exploded three times for her...and still she wanted more! There was no doubt in his mind any longer that he could handle the extra duty, though. He had passed the point of no return. He might not come another time, but his cock would remain stiff and thick for as long as she could stand its skewering, tube-stretching length. He closed his eyes as she once again forced his entire meaty erection down her throat, swallowing the lust-swollen head.
* * *
Kathy shivered as she felt the cool rush of air between her bare legs when the huge man behind her pulled her crisp white panties down to her ankles. She pretended not to be aroused, breathing fast as she watched her husband and Santiago's wife cavort through the mirror. Then, suddenly, she could not keep up the pretense of being unaffected any longer...the big man kissed her there on the soft pink lips of her pussy!
"Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned passionately and her nakedly exposed young buttocks started to sway sensuously from side to side.
"Just keep watching, my dear. I'll do the rest," he assured her, his voice thick with passion.
Kathy tried to speak, but her own voice si was gone, cracked and parched by the tempestuous sensations that racked her lithe young body.
She felt his hands on her slender, milk-white thighs and then the insistence of his thumbs as they moved together down the smooth hairless cleft of her ass. She groaned as his thumbs reached the moist, hair-rimmed fleshiness of her cunt and nearly collapsed from her precarious, forward-leaning position as he pulled the pink, moist-edged lips apart. A breath of air surged into her nakedly opened pussy.
Kathy leaned over, nearly losing her delicate balance, but he had a death grip on her slender thighs, his fingers gripping the soft flesh of her inner legs so tightly that the skin puckered in reddish welts. He leaned close to the treasured pink slit of her pussy, close enough to feel the radiant heat of her aroused femininity of his bare cheek. He chuckled to himself and closed the distance between them...his own lips pursed to meet her sweet nether mouth.
"Noooooo!" she blurted as he kissed her fervently on the pouting lips of her cunt. "P-please!" But she shook like a puppy coming out of the rain and the huge man knew this delicious young creature was only putting up token resistance...she wanted him to kiss her there. She wanted him to tongue and lick her pussy until she creamed. She wanted vengeance...no matter what she claimed her submission was for...for what she saw through the mirror.
His hands pushing against the soft white insides of her thighs, the big man licked his lips in eager anticipation as he slowly drew apart the ragged pink edges of her pussy with his thumbs. She whimpered plaintively and squirmed more than a little, but still she looked through the window at her husband and his wife, girlishly pretending that nothing was happening between her own gorgeous legs.
She blushed profusely, her cheeks reddened with shame, but she did nothing to stop him. It was what she had to do to save her husband.
She heard a murmur of approval from behind her as she felt her soft moist lips being spread wide apart. Suddenly, he wriggled his long thick tongue into the moistly heated fissure of her cunt. Kathy groaned again as her own pussy-flesh closed wantonly around the alien invasion of his tongue.
Passion-heated warmth encircled his tongue as her naked cuntal flesh drew him into the wetness of her pussy, deeper and deeper as her lust-twisted loins cried for relief.
Kathy moaned with unbridled shame and humiliation as she heard the rising sound of sucking and licking from between her own widespread thighs. It was sickeningly embarrassing and shameful, but at the same time, it was wildly, wickedly arousing! She was torn between the last futile urgings of decency that her conscience offered in near-defeat and the hungry cravings of her own womanly passion.
"Oooooooh! OOOOOOOOH!" she wailed, her thighs spreading even wider as she began to work back against his hotly laving tongue. She moaned with fervent feeling and unbridled lust as his probing tongue-tip wriggled into the soft wet depths of her pussy, a thousand volts of electricity rushing through her loins at the touch of his lips and tongue there.
Her eyes remained glued to the lewd tableau on the desk in the next room. She could see Benecia kneeling over her husband, her lips ovaled around the stiffened pole of his erect cock. She was sucking him and feeling his balls and he was lying back comfortably on the desk, a big grin spread across his face.
Why did he have to be enjoying himself so! The rat! The dirty, two-timing rat! Kathy realized with a start that she did hate him, that she was only kidding herself if she said she didn't. She hated him and wanted to hurt him back. Hurt him tit for tat! I'll show you, Paul Weems! I'll show you what a prudish, naive woman I am!
She felt the last defenses of her shattered decency crumble as her naked crotch ground lasciviously against the older man's wildly licking tongue. She could feel him deep between her legs, his tongue nakedly splaying the pink ragged lips of her cunt and hotly probing into the wet softness of her vagina. She groaned with frantic arousal as his tongue licked her, and she began to push her naked behind anxiously against his face and lips. She heard the sounds of his laborious sucking and cunnilingual lavings and she felt the rousing heat of her stirring passion as her loins grew hotter and hotter from the frenzied touch of his lips and tongue.
Suddenly, Oh, God! Oh, my God!
"UHHHHH! Uhhhhhhhh-yesssss! Lick it! Lick it harder! Harder!" she choked, her pretty young face twisted with anguished lust. She began to shudder, spasming with rippling wave after wave of ecstatic bliss as her orgasm suddenly swept over her with the strength of a rip tide. "I'm cummmmmming!"
Again and again, she shuddered, shaking as if somehow she could exorcise this hurtful lust from her body, until she collapsed, weakly gripping the edge of the mirror to keep from falling. She looked back through pleasure slitted eyes, still blushing like an adolescent schoolgirl experiencing her first moment of real sexuality.
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened with disbelief as she saw the huge man doubled over as if in pain, his cock in his hand as it poked lewdly out of his unzipped fly. He was pumping it wildly, his eyes wild with lust. As Kathy watched, spellbound, his cock exploded in a gush of seething sperm...but not into her belly where she needed it.
Instead, he emptied his sperm-laden balls in a single spurting gush over the naked girlish flesh of her exposed buttocks. It splattered onto her soft white nether cheeks and dribbled obscenely in a warm rivulet into the unblemished cleft of her ass. She shook her head negatively, disbelieving.
"No! No!" she cried. But it was too late. His lust-quenching cock was nothing but a handful of flaccid flesh in his grip.
Tears clouded her vision as she peered through the mirror to avoid facing him. Benecia was leaning over the edge of the desk, her large breasts resting on the leather top of the desk and the young blonde's husband was hunkered in close behind her, his hands gripping her hips so hard that his fingers dug into the firm, white flesh, dimpling it, as he bucked and lunged, savagely fucking her from behind, working so hard that his whole body gleamed with shining sweat.
"No, Paul! God, no!" Kathy moaned, miserably, shuddering as the thick gobs of semen trickled down from her buttocks and ran stickily over the backs of her thighs.
CHAPTER SIX
When Paul Weems finally dragged his tail back home from the office, he knew he was in for it. Even though it was well after midnight, all the lights in the house were on and behind the screen door the front door was wide open. He parked the Lincoln in the driveway and steeled himself for the coming storm.
"Hi, baby, sorry I'm so late," he said as he walked into the living room. Kathy was sitting on the couch, not dressed for bed, but in a skirt and tube top. The expression on her face was pure fury.
"How nice," she said, nastily.
"Hey, I finally did it! I finally sold a place today!" he said, exuberantly, trying to get her mind off his lateness. "I was out celebrating with the guys in the office...."
"Really?"
"Aren't you happy for me, baby?" he asked, throwing his brief case and sport coat on the easy chair.
"Overjoyed," she said, sarcastically. "Tell me, Paul, how did you manage to sell this property?"
Paul frowned. There was something in her tone, something icy that he didn't like. He gave her a grin, though, and said, "Just my great sales ability, I guess."
"I want to see it!" she said, pushing up from the couch and walking over to him.
"Huh? What?! What are you doing?" he cried, as she grabbed the tab of his zipper and jerked it down, then stuffed her hand right into his fly, groping for his soft cock.
"I want to see if she left any teeth marks," Kathy said, pulling his cock out into the light of the room.
"She? Who? Hey!"
Paul flinched as his wife bent her head down to the still sticky head of his penis and gave it a long sniff.
"Phew!" she said, wrinkling up her face in disgust. "Didn't you even take the time to wash it afterwards?! "
"Kathy, I...I mean...I...." he stammered helplessly. There was no point in denying what was obviously true. He had been with another woman...even he could smell the raw pungent scent of freshly fucked pussy wafting up from his juice-matted loins.
"Or wouldn't she suck it clean for you?"
"Wow!" Paul groaned as his wife suddenly slipped his penis over her bottom lip and into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over it, licking it, laving it clean, loving it!
Almost immediately, his cock began to swell and grow between her lips, filling her mouth from cheek to cheek with its thick meatiness. She licked it hotly with her whole pink tongue, swirling it around in the moist oven-like heat of her mouth, her lips stretched painfully about the thick, turgid circumference of his hardened erection.
Paul peered down at his wife, still dumbfounded, watching as the slick wetness of his long, gleaming cock slid easily in and out of her mouth, moistened with her bubbly saliva until it looked like polished marble, blue-veined with ribbons of surging blood. Her lips were pulled out with the distended pole of his cock. Pink ridges of soft feminine flesh that clung to the heavy, blood-engorged thickness of his cock only to be crammed back into her mouth as he pushed deeply between her lips.
Kathy pulled the upper edge of her tube top down over her firm young breasts and he could see her soft, pink nipples throbbing with the excitement she was getting from her cocksucking. She fumbled with the hem of her short skirt, lifting it up. No panties! And she was touching herself, putting her fingertips to the moistly rimmed slit of her pink pussy! Paul knew what she wanted. She wanted him to eat her pussy!
"Kathy, honey, you are really hot!" he moaned. "I don't think I've ever seen you like this!"
She pulled the huge cockhead from her lips and said, "Shut up and lick me, lover. Tongue me and lick me until I cum!"
The lovely blonde managed to swing herself around and pull her husband down on top of her, her lips never leaving his cock for an instant. He was on his hands and knees over her, his face moving down the flat smooth plane of her belly to the slight rise of her pubic mound and the sparse wispy curls of her hair. He nosed his way into the sweet-smelling vee and she squirmed excitedly as his tongue made the first ecstatic contact with the pouting moisture-rimmed lips of her vagina. His tongue lashed into the fleshy soft warmth of her labial slit as she stretched out under him, her lips still pulling at it, milking him for the thick, creamy fluid of his ejaculation.
She toyed with his bloated testicles, and though they had been drained dry repeatedly by that bitch wife of Merl's, already they ached with the welling urge of yet another load. Kathy giggled to herself, knowing how this must hurt him, how sensitive his balls and cock must be after the workout that Benecia had given him.
Kathy spasmed, groaning excitedly, as his tongue-tip touched the button of her throbbing clitoris. Her legs spread even wider and then she closed them around his head, pressing her softly naked thighs over his ears and trapping his head deliciously between them. She shuddered and shook convulsively as his tongue hotly laved the full, pouting length of her vagina, spreading the folds of her steaming cunt like the halves of a sweet, fresh-cooked pastry.
"Uh-hhhh-yessss!" she gasped around the huge, pulsing head, her own head held tightly between his knees as he knelt over her. "Lick it! Lick it and make me cum!"
Her pelvis squirmed up at his tongue anxiously, her hips working feverishly as her husband tongued mercilessly into her quivering cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed passionately around the gagging rod of his cock, but not forgetting to lick it and swirl her wet pink tongue over the blind, oozing face. She could feel his cock swelling incredibly inside the warm, fervent grip of her mouth and she sensed the throbbing pulse of his fast-rising passion...only a few more seconds and he would groan and jerk like a puppet.
"Suck it, Kathy! Harder! Oh, baby! Baby!" he moaned, lifting his tongue from the writhing blonde's pussy.
She felt his onrushing semen coming at her like an express train, but she reached around behind his thighs and gripped the tense flesh of his buttocks and pulled him down hard...ramming his pulsating cock into her throat.
"Oh, man!" he cried, his thighs and pelvis quivering as the spurting gush of hot sperm raced along the length of his penis and erupted into her mouth. His semen splattered against the back of her bruised throat and rushed down into her gullet. His sperm was sweet and rich and she swallowed it hungrily, licking the odd droplets from his still flexing cockhead and gulping it all down into her belly.
Her fingers groped tenderly for his lust-bloated scrotum and her hands massaged his balls, milking them for the last teeming gobbets of his semen. Only when she had drained him dry did she allow him to take his rubbery penis from her sucking mouth.
"Kathy, I really am sorry," he said, after a long silence. "But it was the only way I could sell the house. I had to do it. A realtor just isn't a realtor until he makes his first sale."
"I can understand that," she said. "I know how frustrated you were. I know how much you wanted to sell something. And I can almost accept the fact that you'd make love to a client to make a deal go through, but did you have to fuck that Mrs. Santiago, too?"
"How did you...? I mean...."
"Your boss called me up at about ten-fifteen," she said. "He told me you were in big trouble and that I had to come over to the office right away."
"The office?! Tonight?! " he groaned.
"That's right. He hinted that you were about to lose your realtor's license and that you were facing criminal charges, too."
Paul just gaped at her.
"When I got there, he told me that you'd made love to a Mrs. Walker and afterwards, she'd agreed to buy a house from you. He said that what you did was highly unethical and that Mr. Walker wanted to press charges against you and make them take away your license."
"Why that lying son of a bitch!" Paul snarled. "Mr. Walker didn't know a damn thing about it! Valerie, that's Mrs. Walker, has him so wrapped around her little finger that he doesn't know which way is up!"
"Merl said that if I did what he wanted me to, he would see to it that you didn't get into trouble."
"Jesus! I can imagine what that horny old bastard wanted, too!"
"Paul, I never told you this," she said, "but at that party last week, Merl made some awfully lewd suggestions to me. About my joining him and his friends in another kind of party."
Til kill him! I swear to God!"
"I wasn't going to go along with him, but...."
"What the hell do you mean 'but'?"
"...But he has this secret mirror on his wall that is really a window looking into his wife's office."
Paul's face blushed crimson.
"I wasn't going to go along with him because I didn't believe he was telling me the truth. I didn't think you'd really betray me, our marriage, to make a sale. Then he showed me the window and I knew you had."
"You saw me and Benecia?" he gasped.
"All of it," she told him. "I never knew you had that kind of stamina, Paul. You certainly never showed it to me."
"What can I say?"
"Nothing," she told him. "When I saw you and her, I knew I had to go along with him."
"What?! "
"That's right, Paul, while you and Mrs. Santiago were going at it in her office, Mr. Santiago and I...."
"You actually let him touch you?! " Paul snarled.
Kathy nodded. "We didn't fuck, but he did what you just did to me."
"He ate your pussy?! You let that animal put his mouth on your cunt?! "
Kathy nodded again. She hadn't expected her husband to get so angry. Deep down, she realized that she didn't think he cared enough about her to be mad. That he was getting furious made her feel wonderful.
"He licked me and masturbated," she said, delighting in the rage she was bringing to the surface in her husband. "And after he made me cum in his mouth, he shot his sperm all over my bare bottom."
"Damn! Damn!" Paul growled, pacing up and down the living room like a caged animal. What he was feeling was news to him, too. He'd thought that he could stand to see his wife put out to his boss if it meant a boost to his career, but when it came right down to it, he was just as possessive as the next guy. He didn't want anybody rooting around in his moist pink garden!
"And that isn't all, Paul."
He froze in mid-stride and turned towards her, his face a contorted mask of rage.
"He said if I don't meet him and his friends for that party, he'll personally turn you in to the Board of Realtors."
"That blackmailing bastard! I am going to kill him! I'm going to do it right now!"
"No, you aren't Paul," she said, moving towards him. "You know you aren't. You're too smart for that. We've got to go through with it. We have no choice. All he has to do is go to that Mr. Walker and tell him what you did to his wife and your career is over. The sacrifice is worth it, isn't it? To save your career?"
Paul felt like his head was about to explode. He had been had, he knew. The whole little scene with Benecia had been planned by her husband as part of the trap set to ensnare Kathy. That sick animal had been behind the mirror the whole time, watching his sexy wife put Paul through his paces! He had brought Kathy into the room to revel in her anguish, to take obscene advantage of her distress! And now he demanded that she further degrade herself by being the center attraction at a gang-bang! That Paul could do nothing at all to stop the horrible thing from happening filled him with a terrible frustration, an overwhelming anger. He clenched his fists so hard that the knuckles turned white and the sinews in his forearms stood out like steel bands.
"Don't take it so hard, Paul. It isn't the end of the world," she said. "I'll live through it. And think about it this way, it might even do me some good...."
"What?! "
"You know, make me stop being such a prude...."
The thought that his lovely young wife might actually be looking forward to a multiple ravishment drove Paul berserk. He lunged for her, grabbing her by the arm.
"Owww! Paul, stop!" she wailed as he shoved her belly down over the coffee table. She kicked and writhed but he was relentless and would not let her budge.
"I'll fix you!" he snarled, throwing her skirt up over her back, exposing the round, plump domes of her buttocks. "I'll show you!"
Kathy had no idea what was coming, but she was terrified. Her husband was crazy with anger, anger that desperately needed an outlet.
Paul raised his open hand high over his head and swung it down in a hissing arc...an arc that terminated on her upturned, milk-white buttocks.
THHHHWACK!
"YEEEEE!" Kathy squealed as the burning, lancing pain shot through her bottom, as she felt the meat of her ass quiver under the sharp impact of the blow.
"Damn you! Damn you!" Paul howled, jerking his arm up for another swing.
"Pleeeeeeease! Paul, stop!" she warbled, plaintively.
SMMMMACCKKKK!
"UHHH!" she bawled, her whole body jerking at the sudden, violent concussion.
Paul grabbed hold of the back of her neck and held her still as he rained the open-handed slaps down on her unprotected backside. He was determined to teach her, to teach the world a lesson for the wrongs done to his massive but fragile ego. He spanked her until his fingers went numb, he spanked her until the smooth cheeks of her ass glowed a fiery red from the accumulated heat of his abuse.
Kathy could do nothing to stop him. All her bleating and wailing did was make him madder, make him hit her harder and faster, so she choked down her cries of anguish and humiliation, whimpering softly as she tensed her bottom for the next stinging impact. In a strange way, she welcomed the spanking. She looked at it as punishment for what she'd done earlier in the evening. After all, she had done something terribly bad...and she deserved to be made to suffer for it. But what she was experiencing wasn't all pain and suffering. The repeated, rhythmic blows to her bottom had an odd side effect on her. The heat from the impacts coursed over her whole rear end, up her back and down her thighs, and between her legs. Little rivers of fire licked tantalizingly at the recently tongue-moistened slit of her inflamed pussy, sending delicious little thrills shooting up over her tummy, flickering at the tips of her breasts. The painful effect of the blows was diminished by their number and ferocity...her pain jangled nerve ends refused to respond to the jarring slaps any longer...all she could feel was the delicious spreading warmth between her legs.
Paul, too, was getting some strange sensations. His anger was rapidly fading into something entirely different. The feeling of sadistic power he had over the cringing, cowering girl had a remarkable effect on his flaccid cock: it brought it back from the dead! His erect penis lurched up from between his legs and thumped mindlessly upon his sternum, hard and swollen, and its head tight as a blood-filled tick.
He paused in mid-slap to catch his breath and was amazed to see his lithe blonde wife actually raise her battered ass, to lift it up into the blow that never came. Groaning from his own sudden flood of desire, Paul gripped Kathy's spank-reddened buttocks in both his hands and brutally wrenched them apart.
"Jeeezus!" he groaned again, as he saw the slippery wet petals of her steaming cunt, the yawning chasm of her cunt, so moist, so sticky, so ready for a good hard fuck. Her whole backside was awash in her pungent juice. The spanking had turned her on!
Kathy whinnied in pain as he tore her cheeks so cruelly apart. It felt like he was trying to rip them right off her body.
Paul grunted and gripped his turgid cock by the thick, throbbing neck, and dragged the bulbous, blood-engorged head through the moistness of her pussy slit, dampening the rigid pole, lubricating it so that his long, hard strokes would bore deeply up into her belly. In a way, his desire to hurt her, to punish her wasn't sated. He still wanted to make her scream and writhe for what she did with that bastard Santiago. There was little he could say to her, for he was certainly deserving of the lion's share of the blame for the predicament they found themselves in...but he could and would have his revenge!
When he first pressed his fleshy hardness against her slithery pussy lips, he'd intended to jam his angry bone up her cunt, to bang her into unconsciousness over the creaking coffee table, but as he looked down at her jiggling buttocks, her ivory smooth nether cheeks, dusted with the finest of fine blonde hair, he suddenly had a different idea. It was something he hadn't tried in a long, long time. Something Kathy had sworn he'd never try again without a fight. He would make her pay, all right, pay in goddamn spades!
He squeezed the tender softness of her buttocks in his strong fingers until the flesh rose up in pink welts and Kathy winced from the pain. He released his tight grip on her ass with one hand and took the tumescent thickness of his pulsing erection and squirmed it again through the moist heat of her cunt, wetting it for the unexpected entry he was about to enjoy...he was going to fuck her in the ass!
With his cock gripped in one clenched fist like a huge weapon, Paul worked it it up between the smoothly rounded mounds of her bottom until the bulbous, blood-heated head of his cock nudged salaciously against the tightly puckered lips of her nether hole.
"No!" she gasped as she felt the blazing knob grace her sensitive anal ring. "No, Paul! Not there! No, you promised!" The last phrase was a whining sob of humiliation.
But he only laughed silently and tightened his grip on her squirming buttocks and pushed hard with the moistly lubricated knob of his cock. Kathy was nakedly splayed, completely unguarded...and his cock was steel-hard and wet. There was no stopping him!
He felt the vainly resisting muscles of her anus trying desperately to hold out against the skewering hardness of his lust-thickened cock, then collapsing defeatedly in the face of his relentlessly sadistic onslaught. He grabbed her again with both hands and yanked her backwards by the hips, impaling her onto his meaty erection. His vigorous exertions lifted her knees from the carpet and she shook violently as his cock entered her near-virginal rectum.
"Uhhhhhghhhh...owwwwwww! You're killing me! Damn, DAMN! It's too big for my ass. I can't take it there! Paul! Paul, pull it out!"
His fingers tightened in the soft smoothness of her buttocks and he squeezed her asscheeks mercilessly, holding her with both hands as he pulled her viciously onto his stiffened penis, impaling her savagely with the massive length of his lust-hardened cock.
Kathy's gurgling scream died in her throat as she began to respond to the skewering hard thrusts of his swollen, virile cock...she was beginning to enjoy it! She liked having her ass fucked! Just like a million other women, once she was past the first cruel stabbing pain, the agony of being stretched and torn...she loved it!
"Ohhhhh, lover, it's so big! It feels as if it's as big as my arm going up me!" she whimpered, working her ass back against his hard-pumping loins. "Fuck me with it, Paul! Fuck me in the ass! Hard! Harder!"
Paul grimaced with exquisite pain as he held her securely pinioned, his rock-hard penis deep inside her rectum as he rocked her back and forth, watching with wide-eyed excitement as his blood-engorged erection slid hotly in and out of her clasping anal lips. Her pink nether flesh clung moistly to the gleaming hardness of his cock, as if reluctant to let his naked stiffness slip from her bowels. He grinned down at her with wicked vengeance in his eyes as he watched his passion-bloated cock slip skeweringly between the rounded hairless lips of her anus.
Kathy groaned and shuddered as the last inch of his cock bored deeply into her bowels like a red-hot poker. A wail of naked, absolute submission trembled from her lips as she writhed like a wanton trollop.
"OHHHH! Ohhhh! YESSSS! All of it, Paul! Give me all of it! Stick it in me deep! All of it up my ass!"
She choked with fast-rising abandon, her whole slender young body squirming and bucking savagely with frantic passion as her husband coarsely sodomized her. Her trim hips began a slow sensuous dance of unbridled sexuality and the gasping moan of her pain became a low, gurgling whimper of wanton ecstasy...she was climbing the walls in a naked orgy of cock-hungry ass-fucking.
Her naked asscheeks clenched and unclenched in lascivious fervor, huge fleshy lips that nibbled ravenously at the thickness of his intruding bone.
Paul groaned at the exquisite tightness of his young wife's rectum and fucked her harder still...an extra inch for letting that dirty old man eat her pussy!
He didn't need to hold her with his hands anymore-she was frantically working back against him with her grinding, gyrating ass as if only every millimeter of his stiff cock could quench the gnawing pangs of her naked lust.
Kathy moaned hoarsely over the coffee table, her naked breasts crushed beneath her, the nipples crinkly as they pressed into the hard, unyielding surface. She pushed back with all the strength in her body. God! How I need that big, beautiful cock! I want it deep in my ass! I want to feel the warm, gushing river of cum that will spurt from the end of his hard thick prick!
Paul gasped as the velvety grip of her anus milked incredibly at the blood-heated thickness of his aching erection. He stared down at her hard-squirming nakedness, and for that moment she was no longer his wife...she was just another woman, a cunt for him to tease and a ravenous asshole for him to brutally fuck!
He reached between his naked wife and the surface of the coffee table she rested on and roughly fondled the firm womanly globes of her breasts, pushing his palms against the crinkly tips of her nipples and squeezing the soft girlish flesh of her breasts until reddened welts puckered between his fingers and she cried out with added pain.
He tightened his grip over the firm mounds of her breasts and pulled her back viciously, slamming her upturned ass against the hair-matted hardness of his loins. His cock burrowed deeply between the smooth hairless cheeks of her buttocks and Kathy began to shake and shudder as if she were suffering an epileptic seizure, wordless sounds erupted gutturally from her throat.
Suddenly, he choked, gasping for air. "Now! Now, Kathy! I'm cumming now!"
He shook and jerked spasmodically and then a long low sigh of ecstatic release shook him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He felt his balls empty in a single enormous spurt that trailed away to jerking emptiness as his semen ricocheted off the walls of her rectum and sloshed into her intestines.
The viscous gush was enough to trigger Kathy's own orgasm and she ground back against him, rising off the coffee table as a choking plea burst from her throat.
Paul watched as she wriggled obscenely back onto the deep skewering thickness of his spurting cock, watched until her lewd gyrations slowed to a quivering, tremulous stop. Then he fell exhausted over the buttocks he had so ruthlessly violated. no
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nothing was the same for Paul after that wonderful-horrible, lust-filled night. He moved around at home and the office in a sullen daze, like a man on Death Row waiting for the sentence on his head to be carried out. He knew that the other salesmen were laughing at him behind his back, that it was public knowledge that Merl had somehow bamboozled him and made him agree to letting his boss have a ill date, a very heavy date, with his sexy young wife. The trouble was, Paul didn't know when the date was scheduled or where it was going to be held. That, too, was part of Merl's sick plan. To make his victim squirm that extra bit more, he withheld the vital information, so that the poor fellow couldn't steel himself against the inevitable. What sort of surprise would it be if the fool in question knew in advance that when he came home of a certain evening, his lithe blonde young wife would be entertaining a quartet of virile, horny studs in her every orifice on the living room carpet?
At home, things were terrible, too. Kathy tried to act as if nothing out of the ordinary was about to happen to her, but that only made it worse for Paul. He wanted her to beg him to turn himself in to the police, the Realty Board, to do anything but let her firm young body be sacrificed to meet the depraved needs of some strangers. Of course, she did nothing of the kind. She was trying to show that she was brave, that she would bear up to the strain, no matter what, but Paul misread her attitude, seeing it through his own bruised ego as a desire on her part to follow the commands of his satyr of a boss, to revel in the animalish frenzy Merl's "party" promised to show her.
Paul tried to do his work, but his heart plainly wasn't in it. He didn't try to rush his clients, didn't lavish compliments on their good taste, didn't fawn over them at the lunches he bought...in short, he was failing as a realtor. The days dragged on and everything seemed completely hopeless until a young couple walked in off the street and turned him right around.
Actually, it was the wife who turned Paul around. She could've passed for a high school cheerleader, though she said she was twenty. Her name was Debbie Burton. Debbie and her husband Tom had just moved out to the coast from the Midwest. Tom was a pharmaceutical salesman, a nice, clean-cut kid with freckles and a reddish crew cut. The only thing the least bit odd about Tom was his eyes, the pupils were mere pinpoints. Right off, Paul knew that the kid had been sampling his own wares...and he also knew that if he had anything to say about it, he'd be sampling Debbie's wares. There was something about her that really got Paul's sap up. It could've been her height. She wasn't more than five feet tall. She seemed incredibly delicate and petite, like a child in a woman's shape. There was an earnestness, a guilelessness about her, too, that told Paul she would be a demon unleashed in the sack, that she would throw everything she had into her lovemaking.
He drove the Burtons around town in his Lincoln, showing them the range of houses, talking up the low taxes and high resale value of the property. Half the time, though, his mind was not on his spiel. He was thinking about Debbie sitting next to him in the front seat, about how much he'd like to pull over to the curb and stop the car, about how much he'd like to push her warm young girl's body down on the seat and thrust his face between her smooth firm thighs, to lick and bite at her tight cunt until she mewled with pleasure and opened her legs wide for him, until she put her own trembling fingertips to the moistly gleaming slit and opened the hair fringed petals of her pink pussy and begged, screamed for him to fuck her with his hugely throbbing cock.
"I don't think we've seen anything that we like," Tom said, impatiently after they'd been driving around for most of the morning.
"You're just tired of looking, Tom," Debbie chided him. She turned to Paul and said, "He's a terrible shopper. He just wants to run in and out as quickly as possible."
"I'm the same way," Paul told the young man, trying to stay on his good side. "I get antsy, too. Would you like to do something else for a while, while I take Debbie to a couple more houses?"
"What else is there around here to do?" he asked.
Paul tried not to show his elation. The young man had taken his bait! "Have you ever seen hang gliding?" he asked, turning and giving Debbie a wink.
"Hang what?" Tom asked.
"Gliding," Paul explained. "It's like riding on a big kite. There's a lot of crazy people who jump off cliffs around here. They glide or soar or whatever on these kites they're strapped into."
"Is it close by?" he asked.
"There's a spot right down by the ocean," Paul said. "It's not fifteen minutes from here. Would you like to see it?"
Tom looked at Debbie. "Honey, would you mind if I took a breather from this houses hunting?" he said. "You know how I get."
Debbie smirked at him, pushing the wisps of her long, strawberry blonde hair from her face as the wind gusted them free of her pert, cheerleader's coiffure.
"You're such a bad boy, Tom," she said, clucking her tongue at him. "Leaving me to do all the dirty work."
"Don't listen to her, Paul," Tom said. "She loves to shop. I hope she doesn't drive you crazy."
Paul didn't answer. Debbie Burton was already driving him crazy!
After he'd dropped Tom off at the Gliderport, he steered the heavy car and its delectable young cargo due north along the coast. The houses along the way got larger and larger, changing from $100,000 bungalows to multi-million dollar estates with private security guards and ten-foot-high wrought-iron fences.
"I think these places are a little out of our price range," Debbie said.
Paul looked over at her, letting his eyes lick over the jutting swell of her firm young breasts, the tapering curve of her long, slender legs under her short, summery skirt.
"I know they are, Debbie," he said, smiling. "I just thought you might like to have a peek inside of one. Was I right?"
"Oh, could we really?! " she gasped, in delight.
"No problem at all," he told her. "Our company is handling the sale of the Marston estate and I have a key to the lock box."
"The what?"
"The lock box. It's a box that's kept out in front of the house, on the front door, or in this case, on the main gate. Inside it is the key to the place. It saves us realtors from having to carry a whole bushel basket of keys around with us all the time."
"That's very clever," Debbie said.
"Here we are," Paul said, turning the car into a beautifully landscaped driveway. He parked the Lincoln in front of a huge, locked gate.
"But there's no 'for sale' sign," Debbie said as he put the car into "Park."
Paul smiled. "With a house like this, putting a sign out front is like advertising to all the burglars in the county that they should come and get it," he said, opening his door and getting out.
He walked over to the lock box and opened it, taking out the key to the gate. As he turned to show it to her, he saw her sitting there on the front seat, so small, so childlike, so vulnerable. And he wondered if he really wanted to go through with it? He knew that it wasn't just Debbie's beauty that was urging him on. He knew that he was trying in some perverse way to exact revenge for what was going to happen to his own pretty young wife. There was no way he could get retribution from the parties involved in that depraved act and his attempt at taking satisfaction from the beating and anal ravishment of Kathy had turned out less than successfully from his point of view. Instead of turning her into a shuddering heap of terrified, pain-ravaged jelly, he'd given her...and himself...a deeply pleasurable experience. Clearly, someone else was going to have to pay for the humiliation and indignity that he was about to suffer. Someone like Debbie and her Tom. He would take his vengeance out on her; he would debauch and degrade her youthful body and then give her back to her moron of a husband without so much as a "thank you" for all the free thrills she'd given him. Paul threw back the heavy gates and returned to his car.
"You're sure this is all right?" Debbie asked with concern.
"Relax, Debbie," he said, easing the car down the winding, tree-shaded drive. "You're a bonafide prospective buyer and I'm a licensed agent. There's nothing to worry about."
He drove up to the front of the three-story Tudor mansion and parked. Debbie slipped out the passenger side and gasped in delight at the massive dark wood beams, the steeply sloping roofs, the many red brick chimneys that sprouted along their spines.
"It's really something, isn't it?" he said, taking her firmly but gently by the arm. He marveled at the smoothness of her skin. It was like a baby's! And his cock began to flex and throb in anticipation of what he was about to do to her.
Debbie didn't shrink away from his touch. She was so overwhelmed by the beauty of the house that she hardly even seemed to notice it. Paul led her up the wide front stairs and opened the front door for them.
"Can I?" she said, her eyes all a twinkle. Paul nodded, laughing softly as he watched the child-woman rush ahead of him, rush into the cool, dark confines of the huge empty house. He closed the door behind him and bolted it shut. As he turned the lock and put the key in his pocket, a sense of power swept over him. There was no way the pretty young thing would escape him! A lewd grin passed over his face as he started to undress, kicking off his shoes and untying his tie.
"Paul?" Debbie called from deep in the bowels of the house. "Paul are you coming?"
Oh, yes! Yes, I'll be coming, Debbie, he thought, smirkingly as he pulled off his underwear, as the swelling length of his rapidly hardening penis flipped out into the light of day. And so will you!
She was engrossed in the view from the garden windows as he came up behind her. She didn't even turn around until he was almost on top of her. But when she did!
"Paul! What?" she cried, her eyes widening in horror, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment as she saw the fully naked man standing in front of her. Her eyes dropped to his hairy crotch, to the obscenely erect staff that jutted up from his loins and the fiery red scrotal sack that swung pendulously beneath.
"Relax, Debbie," he said, thickly, "everything's going to be just fine."
"Why are...what are you doing!" she bawled as he reached out for her.
Paul caught her by the shoulders and held her still, despite all her twisting and struggling to escape. "Come on, baby, you know what it's all about," he told her curtly. "You know what I want...and you know you want it, too!"
"No! Leave me alone! Stop it! Stop touching me!" she howled miserably.
His hands slipped down over the firm mounds of her young breasts, squeezing them salaciously through the fabric of her blouse. She wasn't wearing a brassiere and in seconds, his pinching tugging caress brought her small, hot nipples to life, making them stick out throbbingly against the thin material.
"Tom!" she wailed, desperately. "Tom will kill you for this!"
Paul stopped his groping of her breasts and looked her right in the eye. "Don't give me that crap!" he said. "Tom is so loaded on whatever pills he's pushing this week that he isn't going to do a damn thing! And I'll bet he never does anything, right?"
"W-what d-do you mean?" the lovely young girl cried, huge wet tears running down her burning cheeks.
"I mean that he's so stoned that he doesn't give a damn about giving you some of this," Paul said, patting the lust-swollen head of his blood-engorged cock.
"That's not true!" she protested.
There was something in her eyes that told Paul he'd touched a nerve deep inside her.
"Oh, yeah? I'll show you!" he snarled. "I'll show you what's true!"
With that, he unceremoniously forced her back over the padded window seat, pushing up the hem of her short skirt as she writhed and kicked. The sight of her slim, ivory thighs, of her fat pubic vee sheathed in hot white nylon drove him crazy with lust. He grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties and ripped them from her body, holding her pinned to the window seat with his hand at her soft throat
"Noooo!" she warbled, as she felt the flimsy garment that kept her most private secret parts hidden ripped away brutally from her body.
Paul leered at her naked loins, chuckling to himself at the way she kept squirming her thighs, trying to hide her soft, vulnerable pussy flesh from his sight. He could see everything she had, the sparse curls of her blonde pubic hair, the rounded domes of her youthful buttocks, the smooth pink meat of her cunt with its hairless, pouting lips.
"That asshole husband of yours should be shot!" he said, vehemently.
The remark was so off-the-wall that it made the girl stop her struggling.
"W-what?! "
"He should be shot for letting a sexy looking piece of tail like you go to waste," he said. "I mean it, Debbie. I don't think I've ever seen a girl as pretty as you...and it's a crime that he never fucks you right."
Again, there was the flickering light behind the young girl's eyes, the nerve had been struck again.
T want to treat you right, baby," he said, hoarsely. "I know how to do it. I know all the tricks."
A half-smile played across her lips for an instant and her locked thighs seemed to relax as she considered what the strong man had to say.
"You want me, too, don't you?" he said, grinning. "I can tell when a girl has the hots. You got the hots, right?"
Debbie said nothing, but her face flushed a deeper shade of crimson.
Paul contemplated fucking her right then and there, brutally and without mercy, throwing himself between her momentarily slackened thighs and jamming himself up her tight pussy, fucking her until her legs turned to jelly, but there was something else he wanted first.
He climbed up on the window seat, straddling her slim waist, squirming up onto her heaving chest until his bare hairy buttocks sat lewdly on her soft young breasts, until his lust-bloated cock arched up in front of her pretty young face.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped, blinking at the thick, blood-heated hardness. "It's so big...and beautiful! Tom's hardly got anything between his legs! But, you...oh!"
Paul didn't mention the fact to her that popping pills has a decided shrinking effect on the male penis, instead, he put his hand to the foreskin of his immense erection and smirked down at her. "Like it, huh? How about a little taste? Or did Tom forget to teach about cocksucking?"
Debbie's face once again burned with shame. "I...I never have. Tom said it was dirty and...."
Paul laughed out loud. "Did he now?" he said. "Well, he doesn't know what he's talking about. Let me show you...."
He pressed the purplish, mushroom-shaped head of his cock against her lips, wetting them with the oozing stickiness of his semen.
"Just open your lips and lick it a little. I'll show you the rest."
Debbie gulped back her shame, closed her eyes and opened her lips enough for him to slip the bulbous head of his cock over her bottom teeth. She shuddered as she felt the heaviness of it pressing down on her tongue.
"That's the way, baby, just work that sweet little tongue around. That's it! You're getting it fast!"
Debbie gulped again and again and did as he told her, nakedly ashamed but afraid to turn back now that she had come this far. She sucked and swallowed again and again, and when he pressed his open palms against the sides of her head, she feared that he was going to unleash his sticky sloshing semen right down her throat!
"Don't stop that sucking, baby, until I say to...keep on sucking and swallowing and everything's going to be just fine!" he grunted, fucking into her widely-splayed lips with long, deep, gagging strokes that bumped chokingly against the back of her tender virginal throat. Down past his cock he could see the way her adam's apple bobbed as she fought to maintain her salaciously sucking rhythm. She was a natural born slut, and she was eating his hard cock like it was going out of style.
Suddenly, Paul grunted loudly and a rumbling came up from his loins as his hot sperm rushed up from his balls and surged down her throat in a white-hot torrent. Debbie choked and gagged on the incredibly heavy fluid of his ejaculation, but he held her head so tightly with his hairy knees that she could do nothing but swallow and swallow and swallow!
"That's it. Keep it up! Keep it up!" he moaned as his cock deflated and slipped flaccidly from her lips with a lurid plop, leaving a wet sticky gob of his semen dripping from her lower lip. She opened her eyes tentatively and looked up at him, her breasts heaving from the crushing weight of his body pressed down upon it.
"You missed a little," Paul said, pointing to the shining stuff on her lip.
Debbie whimpered excitedly and licked the bit of his creamy fluid from her mouth. Even after he raised himself up off of her, she lay there on her back, her legs slightly askew, patiently waiting for whatever else he desired to do to her. She was another man's wife, but for now she was his, his lust-slave.
He dropped to his knees between her legs and pushed them apart. With the backs of his muscled hands, he spread her trim girlish thighs and lowered his head between them in a sudden movement that caught Debbie off guard.
"No! No! Please, not that! You can fuck me if you want, but please! I don't want you...I mean, no man has ever...."
She gasped suddenly as Paul's lips brushed electrifyingly over the moistly heated folds of her pink pussy. He gave her a fervent soul kiss that sent rippling chills of animalish pleasure racing along her spine., His lips worked frantically into the squirming moist flesh of her vagina until his tongue sensed the throbbing pearl-like bud of her nerve-filled clitoris. She spasmed under his hotly laving caresses, her hips starting to churn, to tick with a will of their own.
There on the window seat, her lithe young body shivered and spasmed uncontrollably, her flesh beaded with the misted sheen of perspiration as his tongue hotly searched every wrinkle, every crease in her sweet-tasting pussy. A thin line of droplets already lined the ragged pink folds of her cunt and he could taste their perfume-like pungency with his tongue tip as he thrust it deep into the undulating folds of her pussy and speared it into the clasping confines of her vaginal sheath.
Debbie moaned as if she were being beaten, but the tremorous tone of her voice betrayed her real emotion...wild, abandoned lust!
She reached down and clutched his dark hair, grasping his head in an effort to force his searching lips deeper up between her thighs, but suddenly his lips left the moistly dripping slit. Debbie groaned in shame as she heard her own cunt embarrass her with a wet slurping noise as it reluctantly released his tongue. She looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. He was kneeling between her legs, his hand on the turgid pole of his cock...he was going to fuck her!
"Paul, please. No! I can't go through with it. Tom! I love Tom. My husband!" she mewled pitifully, her eyes focusing on the long, hard thickness of his meaty erection, the immense, bloated purplish head and the swollen, drum-tight scrotum.
Paul ignored her last-ditch attempt to dissuade him. He crawled up between her trim thighs and pushed her legs up and back until her knees crushed down painfully into the soft domes of her breasts. She was nakedly exposed to him now, all the secrets of her feminine genitals open and unguarded...the moistly trembling lips of her pussy palpitating with arousal. Beads of dew-like moistness lined the softly quivering slit and he could see, farther down between her upturned buttocks, the hairless, tightly puckered lips of her anus, tautly gripped in fear and shame.
Crawling down into a push-up position, he leaned over her and kissed her hotly on the lips. She hesitated for an instant, reluctant to respond to the taste of her own feminine arousal, but within seconds, she was kissing him soulfully, pushing her tongue deeply into his throat as she mewled and groaned with bestial pleasure. His tongue surged between her tiny white teeth and into her mouth and she sucked on it ravenously, throwing her arms around his back. Her nails scratched at the muscled hardness of his back and Paul laughed at her fast-rising passion.
She was too ashamed to look at him, her eyes clenched shut, and oozing with salty tears. She felt his mouth leave hers and tease down over the front of her blouse, fastening itself on the peak of her breast, nursing on it, nibbling on the tender nipple bud right through the fabric. She squirmed under his muscled hardness with wild abandoned passion, her loins aflame with raw, animal lust.
He urged his loins forward with a grinding thrust and his pelvis ground against the upturned warmth of the married blonde's crotch. His cock throbbed into painful, complete erection and squirmed into the pink, hair-rimmed wetness of her pussy. She whimpered excitedly as the lust-hardened tip slid deliciously over her sensitive clitoris, insinuating its throbbing hardness into the moist heat of her vagina.
"God! Paul! Fuck me! Fuck me and make me come!" she pleaded, groping between her legs for his stiffness, her fingers lightly circling the bloated shaft. It was over twice as long as her palm was wide and she could barely close her fingers over its pulsating circumference. At once, she froze, terrified by the thought of what that monstrous cock would do to her narrow cuntal passage.
"Hurry up, Debbie! Haven't you ever felt a cock before, either?" he said, flexing his loin muscles and watching the look of surprise on her face as his cock swelled anew in her tiny, gentle grip.
"N-never one this big...I...I don't think I can handle it. I want it, but...."
Paul only laughed at her fears and reached down between their bellies and gripped his hard cock and pushed it up between the rubbery pink lips of her pussy. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds flower with expectant passion and the wispy curls of her blonde pubic fleece teased his cock and the throbbing sperm-laden orbs of his testicles. He eased his cock into her a little and groaned as he felt the hot wet walls of her pussy open then close hungrily around the head of his penis...and then he pushed into her with a single, cruel thrust that sent inch after inch of hard, swollen cock boring relentlessly up into her belly. "OWWW! God, take it easy! Easy!" she
But Paul was deaf to her shrill complaints. He smiled as the walls of her cunt clamped pleasurably over the end of his cock, gripping him like a warm velvet
Debbie was bug-eyed from lack of breath and gasping for even a single lungful of air before she blacked out under his savage ravishment.
"Please! Take it out! Just for a second. Please, I can't stand it!"
But Paul just levered himself up off her to let her breathe, knowing full well that, like any woman, she could quickly adapt to his man-sized cock...and that in a few seconds she'd be fucking him back like she'd had him every night for years!
When he started in on her again, his thrusts were intentionally hurtful and deep, and with every backward movement of his lust-hardened cock, he pulled the tip of his penis almost completely out of the clinging grip of her pussy, leaving just the knobby head inside the cuntal lips until, with an animalish viciousness, he would push forward again, skewering her painfully and bringing a new cry of anguish and shame to her throat. He pushed aside the delicate moist pussy-flesh inside her cunt in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with an obscene smacking sound against the warm, upturned flesh of her crotch.
There was hardly a sound in the huge room except the ones the two of them were making as, groping and grabbing at each other, they locked together, legs askew and thrashing like a pair of mating dogs. His balls slapped into the smooth hairless cleft of her nether cheeks with a resounding thudding noise that made Debbie's tearful humiliation that much worse...they smacked into her ass in perfect rhythm with the deep-probing thrusts of his virile, lust-quenching cock. The sound seemed deafeningly loud to her and she was sure that the lewd noise would be heard for miles and miles around.
The insistent, pistoning length of his cock rubbing feverishly over her tender, swollen clitoris, buffeting the back of her womb drove back her shame and remorse in a towering, onrushing wave of adulterous passion. She was finding out for herself what no one could tell her...that nothing could compare with the first fucking in the arms of another man, someone not her husband. It was different somehow, wildly exciting and so arousing that she feared her loins would burst into flames with the frenzied passion of this man's delicious fucking. Every deep probing stroke of his immensely thick cock brought her that much closer to the pinnacle of her first real orgasm.
She could feel it coming on and she knew this would be the real thing, the gut-wrenching king of climaxes that all women sought and few ever obtained. Her knees were nearly doubled and her breasts were smashed beneath them. Flickering emanations of pleasure vibrated from the crushed tip of her stiff nipples as the backs of her thighs ground down onto them, rubbing them wickedly hard. Her lips trembled with a mindless litany of sounds as his deep-thrusting strokes drove her insane, transforming her from a faithful wife into an adulterous whore. He was so deep inside her, deeper than her husband had ever managed...and she could feel the throbbing head of his cock glowing like a red-hot poker deep in her belly.
She dared a quick, furtive look through the veil of her tears, and she could see his cock sawing in and out of her as she peered between her doubled-back legs. It was purplish and her free-flowing juices had drenched his cock and balls, making the thick fleshy pole of his erection glisten in the sunlight like a long hard rod made of polished marble as it bored deeply between her upturned thighs.
Paul groaned as he felt her cunt tighten, gripping his steely hard cock like a fish in a hot buttered velvet glove. She was about to cum!
Debbie tried vainly to hold back the screams of ecstatic pleasure that welled up in her breast. Her arms were around her new lover's back and her long slender legs were curled around his hips, her ankles locked together in a death grip of wanton desires as she pulled him harder down onto her writhing hips, burning with the maddening desire to draw him bodily up into the gaping heat of her pussy.
"Like it, baby?" he wheezed, leering down at her, through pleasure-slitted eyes.
Debbie nodded, biting her lips to hold back the delicious pain.
"Tell me! Say it!"
She flinched with shame. "Y-yes! I like it!" she moaned.
"Like what? Tell me!"
"Damn! Oh, damn you!" she cursed up at him through clenched teeth. "I like your cock! I like you to fuck me with it! Fuck me harder! Harder, you animal! Make me come!"
Paul knew he had won. He thrust into her with an incredibly cruel lunge that bored right through her belly and seemed about to burst from her throat. She was helplessly impaled, writhing like a worm on a fishhook, squirming and twisting under him on the long, hard thickness of his glistening cock.
Suddenly, she began to moan like a bitch in heat, her throat vibrating as she humped up at his deep-thrusting cock. She gurgled deep in her belly as her cunt flowered hotly around his cock, a gushing torrent of her love-juices bathing his long stiff erection with warm sticky liquid.
Then Debbie writhed so fiercely that her back seemed close to breaking and all the air rushed from her lungs as her hips arched upward and she lifted all of his weight with one superhuman grinding of her buttocks. Nothing touched the window seat now but her shoulders and her heels and she started to scream insanely.
"Cummmmming!" God, I'm cummmmmmming!" she cried as her legs unlocked and her feet pounded on his back frenetically.
It was all Paul could do to stay on top of her as she bucked and twisted like a rodeo bronco, and then it was happening to him, too. He choked and gasped and his loins began to pump and throb like they were coming alive. His lust-bloated testicles rapidly emptied their hot bubbling load, and he sighed with pleasure as he felt the seething torrent start the long downhill run along the thickness of his cock until finally the first gushing spurts burst bullet-like from the knobby head of his cock.
Debbie cried shamelessly as she felt the first waves of his white-hot sperm slosh wantonly down the hungry sheath of her pussy and into the writhing depths of her belly.
"Ooooooooh! There's so much!" she cooed. "There must be quarts and quarts!"
Paul gave her every drop he had, flipping his hips, churning his own genital juices into a fine frothy lather that bubbled out from the lewdly ovaled mouth of her ravaged cunt. But when his pleasure faded, when the steam heat of his genitals was sated, he was left with a feeling of utter defeat. He had conquered this luscious young girl, right enough. He had made her come alive with her own deeply repressed animal passion. But his victory over her was an empty one. His attempt to humiliate someone else, to degrade another couple as he knew he and Kathy were about to be degraded, was pathetic. It couldn't change what was going to happen; it couldn't stop it. And worst of all, it made him feel sick, demented as if he'd been contaminated by the perverted needs of his blackmailing boss.
"Come on, Debbie," he said, pushing up from between her widely spread thighs, "it's time to pick up Tom and take you two back to the office."
The lust-ravaged girl started to open her mouth in protest, started to beg him for another long, hard fuck, but the expression on his face made her think better of it. She let out a long sigh and rose from the window seat, following the naked man back down the empty hallway.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As soon as Kathy heard the ring that morning, she knew who it was. With a rising sense of excitement that she didn't really understand, she walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Yes?" she said.
"Hello, Kathy," Merl said.
The rich masculine sound of her husband's boss' voice sent a sharp thrill running down her spine.
"Well?" she said, her own voice shrill and harsher than she'd intended.
"Today is the day, my dear. The day for our little party," he said, telling her what she'd already guessed. "Are you excited?"
"No!" she said, lying.
"Well, don't worry, my dear, we'll soon fix that. My friends and I are what you might call 'experts' at this sort of thing. We've never had an unsatisfied customer, yet, if you get my drift."
Kathy got his "drift," all right. She shivered, fighting down the feelings that were welling up within her now that the long awaited day of debauchery had finally arrived.
"Please come down to the office as quickly as you can, Kathy," he told her. "We'll all be waiting for you."
She started to protest that the office was hardly the proper place to hold an orgy, but he hung up on her before she could get the words out. She leaned back against the wall, holding the phone in her hand, her eyes half-shut dreamily. In her mind, the lewd and exciting photos in Paul's sex magazine were coming to life again...and again she was the center of attraction, the tempestuous blonde slut who greedily took all the hot cock she could get her hands, her lips, her pussy, even her anus on!
Those sexy pictures were still playing in her head as she parked the station wagon in the realty office lot. She was relieved to see that Paul's car wasn't there, that he must be out with a client, that he would be spared the awful humiliation of perhaps blundering into the scene of raging genital heat that was scheduled to take place in the very building where he worked.
Merl was not there to meet her at the door this time. She was forced to endure the shame of going up to the primly attractive, female receptionist and asking for the man who was to ravage her by name. The receptionist sneered at her contemptuously when she told her, her own name. Kathy was certain that the receptionist and everyone else in the office knew who she was and what she was there for.
The girl behind the desk buzzed Mr. Santiago's office and informed him in wickedly snotty tones that his "appointment" was here. She listened to what he had to say, then hung up. She told Kathy to go on down the hall, giving her a pained smile, then turning back to her crossword puzzle.
Kathy knew the way. She walked down the hall on feet that hardly seemed to touch the ground. Her heart was thumping painfully in her breast and her head seemed dangerously light. As she approached the door to Merl's office, she had a fleeting twinge of second thoughts. Perhaps she was only kidding herself that this was the only way to solve their problem. What she might be doing is only getting them in deeper! There was nothing stopping Merl from keeping her on a string forever, from holding his blackmail threat over head and making her do whatever he wanted for as long as she amused him. Could she hold up to that kind of physical and mental torture? Was she really that strong?
All of the doubts that had suddenly surfaced in her mind were for nothing. She watched in shock as the door to Merl's office opened of its own accord, as Merl, himself, stepped out into the hallway to greet her. He took her hand in his and she felt her knees go weak. There was no escape now!
"You look lovely, my dear," he said, patting her hand. "I hope my asking you to come this morning wasn't an imposition?"
Kathy knew what he was doing. He was toying with her, pretending that she had some say in what happened to her, to her body. His politeness was an obscene sham, a twist of the blade he had stabbed into her guts.
"I have been telling my friends all about you," he said, cheerfully. "They're very anxious to meet you, to get to know you, my dear."
Kathy could only stand so much.
"Stop it! Stop taunting me!" she said. "I'm here! I came, didn't I? I came to save my husband. What more do you want of me?"
"This way, my dear," he said, directing her not back into his office, but into his wife's, "and I'll show you."
Merl knocked on the door three times, then turned the knob, pushing it inward, then pushing Kathy through it. She could not stifle her gasp of astonishment when she saw what waited for her there. Four men! Four naked, hairy men! Four leering grins as their eyes crawled over the young supple flesh of her body! Four clenched fists pumping! Pumping up and down on four lust-thickened cocks, their swollen, blood-engorged heads lifted up to her in an obscene, wetly dripping salute!
As Kathy heard the door shut behind her, she felt suddenly faint. The air in the room was chokingly hot and full of the compost heap stench of raging male heat. She tried to look at the men's faces, but she couldn't focus on them. Her eyes kept returning as if drawn by some kind of sexual magnetism to those rigid poles of inflamed flesh, to the shiny, hair-fringed bags of their testicles, bags bloated and swollen with seething hot sperm.
"This, gentlemen," Merl said, as he undressed, "is Mrs. Weems."
"What a piece!" one of the men exclaimed appreciatively.
"Man, oh, man, this is going to be good!" said another, working his rigid rod so rapidly that the great bulbous head turned into a reddish blur.
"Is she as hot as she looks, Merl?" asked another, licking his lips in anticipation.
Merl grinned expansively. "I can assure you that this little lady is not going to let us down," he said, wrapping his own hand about his shriveled, flaccid cock and with a few expert pumps, bringing it to full, straining erection.
The lewd compliments went straight to poor Kathy's head. She swooned back against the edge of the desk, clutching at it for support. She felt a terror the likes of which she had never known before...a terror and a disturbing excitement that threatened to make her collapse.
"Let's help the lady off with her clothes!" a very thin, very virile looking man said.
Kathy felt them clustering around her, felt their hands lightly touching her blouse, her skirt, but when she tried to fend them off, when she reached out to push them away she suddenly found herself gripping the turgid stiffness of a hard cock. As she shoved the hot thing away from her, the men laughed.
"Very nice," one of them said, as her blouse came open, as it was slipped from over her shoulders.
There were staring at her bare breasts, ogling them and she could make no move to hide herself. It was all she could do to remain standing for the pounding in her chest and the sickening weakness in her knees.
Their hotly groping hands closed over her resilient breast mounds, squeezing them with wild animal lust, as fingers plucked at her skirt's zipper.
"Ohhh!" she moaned as she felt that garment slip down over her round hips, as more fingers touched the nylon sheathed firmness of her buttocks.
"What a body!" one of the men groaned, gutturally.
Then the fingers were yanking down her sheer panties, pulling them down over the points of her hips, down over the ivory columns of her thighs, down to her ankles. She cried out in humiliation and shame. She was naked in front of them, unable to conceal her most secret parts from their lascivious, prying gaze. She was as naked as they were...and a million times more vulnerable.
"On the desk!" someone shouted.
Kathy felt herself being lifted bodily, tossed about between the strong masculine hands like a rag doll and laid down on her bare back on the leather-topped desk. The men were all circled around her, their arching cocks forming an obscene barrier to her escape. Through her flared nostrils she could smell them, smell them coming to a boil, a boil of orgiastic excitement. It wasn't like the picture book at all! It wasn't gentle and loving! It wasn't romantic! She knew in her heart that there would be no foreplay, but only ravishment, complete and total ravishment.
The men descended on her like a pungent, hairy cloud, their powerful fingers digging in between her tightly closed thighs, tearing her knees apart, forcing her trembling legs to splay lewdly over the edges of the desk, opening her quivering crotch up for their lewd inspection and ultimate abuse.
"Would you look at that pussy!"
"You were right, Merl, she's got the heat up already!"
"Juicy Lucy, are we going to have ourselves a time with you!"
Kathy cringed at the salacious words they were heaping on her. She cringed and her face burned with shame, for she knew that what they were saying was true! She could feel the moist, hair-fringed lips of her vagina tingling with arousal, trembling in anticipation as the five pairs of male eyes leered into the drooping fissure.
"I'm going first, gentlemen," Merl announced. "No need for grumbling, there's plenty here for everyone as you can see."
"Well, if you're taking that end, I'm going to get me some of this," the skinny man said, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her whole body across the slick desktop until the back of her skull slipped over the edge.
Kathy peered up at the man through her tears. He was bending her head down, tipping her mouth up so he could fuck the full length of her throat!
Even as it dawned on her how her body was to be tortured, the massive bulk that was Merl swung between her widely parted legs and she felt the knobby, sticky tip of his cock nudge into the pinkly gleaming folds of her unguarded vagina.
"Tight!" the big man gasped as he drove his heavy hips forward, forcing the broad bulbous head to slide lasciviously against the oily marble of her clitoris.
"Uhhhhh!" she groaned, trying vainly to keep the wanton cry of ecstasy from slipping through her parched lips.
The man standing at her head took the opportunity her open, ovaled mouth offered to plunge in his own throbbing cock-head.
Kathy moaned as her face was crammed full of raging male meat, as the cloying, salty taste of seeping semen flooded her mouth, causing her to salivate profusely in a hopeless attempt by her body to rid itself of the nauseating flavor. "Get her, Merl! Fuck the ass off her."
"Pour it on!"
Merl gave it to her, all right. He threw all of his massive weight into a single, tube-splitting lunge. As the raped young married woman screamed beneath him, he felt the soul satisfying feeling of his lust-thickened penis burrowing into the warm, moist furrow of her pussy.
"UHHHHH!" she howled in agony about the lewdly thrusting cock that filled her mouth from cheek to straining cheek. It felt like a red-hot poker had been jammed up her pussy, a poker as thick as her arm!
Seeing that meaty erection pushing into the moist pinkness of her pussy so aroused the man whose cock she held in her mouth that he, too, began to lunge, forcing the gruesome bulb to bump against the back of her throat, then to slip down deep in her gullet.
Tears of pain and humiliation poured from Kathy's eyes as the twin probes began to work in unison, stabbing hotly into the very core of her being, rubbing obscenely against the walls of pain-ravaged throat and torn pussy. It felt like they were trying to rip her in two!
"Suck!" shouted a man overhead.
"Fuck!" shouted a man to the side.
Her mind addled by the unceasing pain, by the horrible undercurrent of pleasure that accompanied it, the weeping young blonde began to obey. Moving her hips tentatively at first into the bone-jarring thrusts of the huge man between her legs. Sucking with a faint nibbling caress at the hard shaft that plunged wildly down her throat.
"She's doing it! God, almighty, look at that slut go!"
Kathy whimpered, shifting her hips faster, to meet the savage plundering thrusts of the cock that impaled her defenseless pussy. She pursed her lips tight about the glistening, throat-busting thickness that skewered deeply into her bruised gullet. The pain was fading, fading rapidly. . .and it was being replaced by . . .
Suddenly, she found herself brutally wrenched over on her right side. Neither of the men who were assaulting her even broke stride. Merl held her left leg high over his shoulder and continued to pummel the juicy pink meat of her pussy with the blood-engorged length of his male hardness; the skinny man continued to fuck into her gasping mouth like it was the loose and much-fucked cunt of a two-dollar whore.
"Ummmmmhhhh!" she whinnied as cruel, hard fingers tore at her gyrating nether cheeks, ripping them wide apart, exposing the tightly clenched ring of her anus. She could not see the man at her back, but she could feel him. She felt his hot, hairy body slide up on the desk next to hers, felt the rubbery bulbous head of his cock nudge into the near-virginal tightness of her poor sphincter. She knew what was coming. She tried to steel herself against the horrible, blinding pain.
The man behind her pushed his throbbing knobby cock-head down lower in her fork, bathing its blind face in her warm sticky lubricant. Then he returned it to her anal aperture, pushing it firmly into her forbidden orifice.
Kathy shuddered as she felt her tightly clenched anal ring stretch over the slick tip of the pulsating cock. It was going up into her! No amount of muscle tightening, no amount of squirming on her part could make the horrible, skewering thickness stop its slow, agonizing intrusion into her rectum. It just kept on coming and coming, like it would never end, like it would meet the head of the cock jamming between her widely distended lips! Then, just as she was sure her backside must split from the pressure, she felt the crisp hairs of the man's pubis scratching at her cruelly spread cheeks, then his massive, sperm-heavy balls brushing against her inner thigh.
Never in all her life had she ever even imagined such total ravishment! She was spitted on hard, thrusting cocks from every conceivable angle! Forced to suck, forced to fuck, forced to accept brutal, sadistic sodomy! The pain, which had begun to fade only moments before, was back upon her in full force, bringing tears to her eyes as the three grunting male animals vented their raging genital heat into her helplessly trembling young body.
Suddenly, the cock in her throat flexed powerfully, pushing at the walls of her throat, as it shot gobs of hot, sticky sperm down her throat. She swallowed as rapidly as she could, trying to keep up with the sloshing, slippery deluge but it was impossible. She just couldn't swallow fast enough. She choked, coughed, sputtered and droplets of milky semen burst from her tortured lips, spraying over her upturned face, mistaking the sweat soaked pubic hair of the man raping into her mouth.
Just when she thought she would surely strangle, he pulled back. But it was not an act of mercy, as she first thought. He pulled his gleaming, throbbing cock-head from her lips so he could shoot the gooey remainder of his ejaculation over her deeply blushing face.
"OHHHHH!" she gasped as the warm, sticky rain fell on her, as the pistoning cock between her legs churned her fork into a sloppy, sputtering trough.
Even before the last boiling gob was squeezed from the dripping head of the man's cock, another cock, bigger and harder than the first forced its way between her unresisting teeth, slipping down the full length of her throat.
Kathy realized that there was going to be no end to this animal frenzy, that the men could spell each other so they could go on after her like this for hours and hours! That realization unhinged her. She knew she couldn't hold out! So what was the use in trying?
On and on the men took her,, buffeting her sweaty, pliant young body between them like a foam-rubber pillow, fucking her with long, slippery, skillful thrusts that smacked into her slick flesh until her brain smoldered and her whole body started to quiver like a plucked guitar string.
"Ummmffffffff!" she moaned about the thrusting cock, her back snapping to and fro, jamming her cunt down over the deeply probing cock that spitted it, impaling herself greedily on the bowel-rending penis that assaulted her from behind.
The cock in her mouth jerked excitedly and again she tasted the creamy viscous sperm, again the spurting tool was pulled from her hungrily sucking lips.
"Oh! OH! Oh, fuck! I'm cummmmmming!" she bawled, as the warm sloshing gobs of sperm spattered over her upturned face, dropping into her openly gaping mouth, landing on the surface of her wildly slithering tongue. She extended her arms out wide, wriggling her fingers desperately. She wanted all of them! All of those hot, hard cocks!
Groaning with pleasure at the sight of this madwoman unleashed, the two men who were not deeply embedded in her warm willing body pressed their stiffened erections into her hot palms.
As Kathy thrashed out the endless joy of her orgasm, she took lunge after lunge up her shivering pussy, up her quaking anal pipe, and she frantically masturbated the cocks in her lust-tightened fists!
* * *
After Paul had returned to the office with Debbie and Tom, he had come to a momentous decision. He'd decided that the only way to stop Merl from brutalizing his lovely young wife was to go to the Board of Realtors, himself, to destroy his own future to save his spouse.
It was with this end in mind that he stormed down the foyer in the reception room. The receptionist tried to stop him but he wouldn't hear of it. He pushed her aside and stomped down the hall, heading for Merl's office.
As he arrived at the door, he heard the intercom buzzing inside. He knew it was the receptionist, trying to warn Santiago that he was coming. Without knocking, he barged into the room, ready to have it out with the blackmailer.
To his dismay, the room was empty. The incessant, jangling ring of the intercom infuriated him. He snatched the phone from its cradle and snarled into it, "He's not here, goddammit!"
He slammed the phone back down and paced back and forth for a moment or two. What was he to do? To wait there until Merl arrived? At once, he had a horrible sickening thought, what if Merl and his demented cronies were at his house now, raping his wife at this very minute? He punched an outside line and called his home. No answer!
He was just about to leave when the cubist painting caught his eye. Remembering the part it played in his present predicament, he walked over to it and examined it, looking for the hidden catch that would open it.
The picture swung away from next door, stared at his poor little wife, nakedly sandwiched like a ten-dollar whore between all those hard cocks! Even through the intervening wall, he could hear the shrill mewls of pleasure rising from Kathy's throat! She was enjoying it! Loving it!
He could see it all, their bodies grinding together, cocks glistening with his wife's love-juices, her own lovely face dripping with milky-white semen. He was suddenly, rackingly sick. He lurched over to Merl's wastebasket and vomited, dry heaving long after he emptied his stomach.
They were still going at her when his nausea faded. He had to do something! Something to stop them! He searched his mind frantically for something, a weapon, something he could use.
When his eyes came to rest on Merl's Polaroid camera, the one the whole staff used to take photos of properties they were trying to sell, he knew he had his answer. He grabbed the camera and rushed up to the two-way mirror. As quickly as he could, he snapped off a dozen shots of the action, of the thick cock plundering Kathy's rectum, of the glistening shaft retreating from the depths of her womb, of the stiff penises pumping through her tight fists. He even got a shot of one of the men orgasming into her open mouth!
He turned away from the window, watching the pictures develop before his eyes. As the figures appeared on the paper, he caught his breath. He hadn't even noticed who the men were! He looked back into the adjoining room to make sure he wasn't imagining things. He wasn't! Merl's friends were not just ordinary gang rapists! One of them was a judge, one, a banker, one, the owner of a huge unfinished furniture store. Paul had his weapon! And he was loaded for bear! He would meet blackmail with blackmail, offering Merl a deal he couldn't refuse: if Santiago let Paul and his wife leave town without any fuss over the Walker deal, then Paul would destroy the incriminating photos of Merl's distinguished guests at play!
He rushed from the room, knowing that there was still time for Kathy and him, that they could make a new life for themselves in another city.
"Open up!" he cried, pounding on the locked door of Benecia's office with both his fists. "Open up!"
