The human condition is so unpredictable that the things we fear most are often the things that provide us the most satisfaction. Even when we consciously fight against certain acts, we sometimes come tragically to understand that nature (or our own bodies) have betrayed us.
In this gripping novel of human degradation we follow a lovely and naive young girl as she confronts herself and her own sexuality. Sexually inhibited by a fanatic man-hating mother, Laura Jones fights to keep herself pure. But her efforts are wiped away in a single evening when she meets and is brutally anally raped by a jaded man who recognizes in her luscious young body the demon she is unaware of.
The humiliation and degradation she feels is as nothing compared to what follows as she is forced into perversions that threaten to destroy her. As she sinks deeper and deeper into an ever-widening chasm, Laura is haunted by the spark of pleasure that has been aroused. She finds herself torn between the need to quench the perverted flames of desire that calls out for satisfaction, and the certain knowledge that what she is doing violates every moral concept instilled in her by society.
This ' frank and even sometimes shocking novel makes no brief for anal sex. Instead, it recognizes that each of us has different needs-sexual and emotional. And it graphically illustrates what can happen when perversion is presented to a young girl unable to cope.
For the above reasons, we recommend this novel only to the mature reader, with a serious interest in learning more about himself and the world in which we all live.
THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"How many months have I been coming here and fucking you?" he asked matter-of-factly, folding his trousers and draping them over the back of the chair.
She was sitting on the bed across the room, absorbed in a magazine and had not heard his question. Her negligee hung losely over her full, well-rounded breasts as she read, waiting for him to undress and join her in bed. He would pay her for the delicious pleasures of her body-not in terms of money but, better yet, in the coin of unquestioned prestige in the large insurance office where they both worked. But that didn't mean she had to enjoy his constant attempts to go over and over the details of their wild lovemaking.
Barbara Sherwood, at thirty-one, was aging quickly and she knew that it would only be a few years before her magnificent body was too fleshy and beginning to sag in all the wrong places. There would be too many other young willing clerks and secretaries who would be only too happy to spread their legs for the chance at a quick promotion. But her bank account was growing from the money she had been able to put away each week for the future. She had no doubt that she would be able to ensnare a well-off husband when the time came. In the meantime, Barbara would continue to service the sex-inflamed young studs in the office who could keep her position secure.
"Are you deaf?" he asked, grunting as he lifted his weight onto the bed. "What the hell are you reading, anyway?"
"Huh?" she muttered and looked up as he crawled across the huge bed toward her. "Oh, nothing really-just a magazine."
She tossed the magazine onto the bedside table but he made a grab for it, his face lighting up incredulously as he rifled through the pages and realized that it was a popular woman's magazine specializing in nude photos of virile and heavily-hung young men.
"Hey, baby," he asked sarcastically, "why would you want to look at pictures when you've got a real twelve inch cock right here waiting to fuck you silly?"
"It keeps me warm on cold nights when you aren't here," she said, ignoring his stupid, inane laughter.
She could hardly stand Al Benson. He was twenty pounds overweight, his body covered with hair, and looked like the kind of man who always held in his breath and pulled his stomach in when a woman mentioned his physique. But nonetheless, he had an important position in the office and could do her a lot of good. In addition, he did have a huge, throbbing cock that almost drove her out of her mind when he powerfully thrust it into her sex-starved pussy-or mouth-or, more and more recently, into her tightly puckered little asshole that burned with a raging lust that only his pulsating prick could put out.
"Well, I'm here now!" he quipped, calming his giggling. "So let's get with it, huh?"
"I can see you're ready," she whispered as she slipped her negligee from her shoulders and looked over at his swelling penis.
"Christ, who wouldn't be with a sexy bitch like you sitting here naked," he said and moved toward her. His eyes roamed eagerly over her nakedness, devouring the two rising and falling orbs of her pointed breasts. Her nipples were dark and oval-shaped, tipped with two tiny buds visibly growing and hardening as he reached out and touched them. He cupped the two firm globes in his hands, then let his fingers fumble over her belly as she sat cross-legged, waiting for him to slide his hands through the dark triangle of her pubic mound and into the moistened channel of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm, you look pretty good yourself," she lied and leaned back against a pillow, accepting the weight of his body next to her. Except for his talented huge cock and what he could do for her, Barbara would almost rather have masturbated with her favorite dildo.
"How's that tight little asshole tonight, baby?" he asked, his fingers beginning to run down over her stomach toward the pit of her mounting desire. Just as they were about to plunge between her legs he pulled them from her and giggled again. "Or would you rather suck my cock? "
Al loved to play this exciting little game with Barbara. He suspected that she disliked him and was only using him. But he didn't care as long as she continued to give him all of the sweet pussy that his over-sexed organ demanded. It was better if she really got herself worked up and begged him for it though. Sometimes he teased her with his throbbing prick until she was almost out of her mind with desire and screaming for him to ram his cock into any of her orifices. Her mouth would drool and her eyes glaze over with lust as she fought to force the wonderful male cockflesh into her.
"Oooooohhhhh, I'd love to suck your meat, baby," she cooed softly. Her body began to tremble as she felt his penis harden even more and rest against her long ivory thighs. His hands went down over her quivering warm flesh again until he reached around and grasped the two white moons of her buttocks and dug his fingers into the jiggling flesh. He rubbed the two succulent cheeks in round, exciting circles, spreading the swelling orbs from the perspiring crevice between them where her desperately clenching asshole rested. He felt her wriggle closer to him as he rested half on top of her and felt her arms encircle his neck.
Al gasped as her feverish fingers found his throbbing cock and began to run back and forth over the heated flesh. Then, her fingers encircled the tremendous organ and started to squeeze warmly and lovingly as she felt it stiffen even more.
"I'll suck you or fuck you or let you ram this beautiful pecker into my asshole!" she moaned with frustration from the terrible lust she felt. "Oh, Jesus, honey, hurry up ... I'll come before you even get it in!"
Al smiled, cupping her buttocks, wriggling them, testing their resilience. Then he moved his fingers downward to her tiny red anus. His thumb pressed against the clenching hole while his other fingers found the quivering pink ruffles of her cuntal lips and their warm moisture.
"Oooohhhhh, that feels good ... sooooo good!" she murmured, and quickly pulled his head down, crushing her lips over his mouth savagely. Her tongue shot out from its hidden cavern and slipped between his teeth, darting and twirling, searching for his own red wet tongue. She was mewling and moaning with the urgent need and desperation that made him wonder if Barbara was a nymphomaniac.
Fighting her clamping arms and devouring tongue, he pulled his head away from her mouth to look at her uninhibited passion. Below him he could see her head rolling back and forth, her eyes aimlessly starring at the ceiling as she appeared to be in a trance.
"How'd you like to get in good with the new vice president?" he asked suddenly, delighting in the woman's frustration at being torn between her obvious passion and the sudden gleam that came into her eyes at the mention of their new executive.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... what do you m-mean?" she whispered, still rolling her head lazily back and forth. "H-how could I d-do that?"
He stared down at her as she continued to manipulate his throbbing cock with her nimble fingers, still lolling about the bed in real ecstasy. Yet at the same time her conniving brain was searching desperately for any advantage she could gain at the office.
"Mr. Wins low likes ass-fucking," Al said slowly, drawing out the words so as to prolong her agony. "He told me so at that last sales meeting in Chicago!"
"D-does he know about ... oh, Jesus, play with my asshole and my cunt!" she groaned. "Does he know about me?"
Al Benson laughed cruelly.
"He doesn't give a shit about a worn-out asshole like yours! He's got his eye on one of the girls in the typing pool. You could really make some points with him if you could fix it up!"
Barbara was going out of her mind from the dancing fingers digging into her fiery cunt and asshole. Her body was arching upwards to give Al the maximum access to her twin holes and she moaned as she felt his thumb slip by the clenching rectal sphincter and bury itself deep up in the warm, buttery depths of her back passage. She could hardly wait to suck his long, pulsing cock into her frantic mouth and tongue him to the heights of desire while he finger-fucked her asshole.
But first she had to know who it was that the new boss was interested in. She had no doubt at all that she could arrange something.
"W-who is it!" she almost shouted out, humping her buttocks down against the ecstasy-laden thumb and the dancing fingers that were sliding in and out between the plump pink lips of her well-lubricated pussy.
"You wouldn't believe it," Al teased. "He wants to ass-fuck Laura Jones!"
Barbara could hardly believe her ears. Her tortured brain conjured up the image of the young typist. Why in the hell would any real man want somebody like that? she thought to herself. Especially when there are willing and expert sex-pots like herself around?
Now she had the information she needed and she could devote her full attention to the crazy lust that was tearing her apart.
"I want to suck you now," she urged softly. "Let me move around so I can take that wonderful cock into my mouth while you play with my asshole!"
She swiftly moved around until her slobbering scarlet lips were at his head.
Eagerly excited by her lewd words of instruction, he grabbed the woman's head with his free hand and began to force it down over his waiting prick. He felt her hand slither down until it was rapidly massaging his lust-swollen testicles and then her mouth ovaled and slipped over the bulbous purple cockhead, devouring the throbbing organ an inch at a time as he felt a warm, wet feeling surge through his whole body. Her tongue was flicking lovingly around the huge pole as if she were famished for nourishment and he groaned as her widely-stretched jaws erotically inflamed his own passion-charged brain.
"Oh, yeh, suck it ... suck it good, baby ... eat my cock!"
He heard her obscene sucking noises as she continued to suck and nibble at his heated flesh. Suddenly she started to jerk her lower body in a reminder to him that he had a job to do there. His long, hardened rod of flesh had almost completely disappeared into the smoothly clasping cavern of her warm mouth.
"Nnnnngggghhhhh," she moaned against the mouth-filling cockflesh, almost completely unaware that he was with her-only his cock was there, deep and fulfilling in the confining depths of her mouth. And his fingers that thrust in and out of her desperately clasping pussy and asshole. Her fingernails dug deeply into his thighs as she squealed and began to undulate her hips, pressing her hair-covered crotch tightly against his shoulder, sinking his fingers deeper into her belly.
Hearing her excited murmurs of passion he began to wriggle his buttocks, making his penis swirl and rasp the smooth, contracting walls of her wet oral cavern, feeling the needle-like pricks of electrical sensation course through his pulsing cock. She was twitching and writhing over him, her head flashing up and down over the huge length of cock, gripping his penis wildly with the well-trained muscles of her mouth and tongue, and straining every inch of her sex-starved body for the delicious sensations that were filling her own body. She wanted to come-she always wanted to come-and she didn't care what she had to do to accomplish it. She would use any part of her luscious body-do any degrading act-beg for it-grovel in front of any man-just so they quenched the raging fires of desire that threatened to blow her apart.
"Suck it, baby, suck it all out, drink my come, let me blow my wad into that mouth of yours!" he yelled, feeling the smooth, clasping softness of her mouth pulling him in while her tongue beat a wild tattoo against the pounding, pulsing length of cockflesh. He was being held a prisoner in the sucking mouth. Christ, he thought, she's a fucking nymphomaniac! He pushed up to meet her downward thrusts, digging his heels into the mattress and sinking every last inch of his thick reddened instrument into the furthest depths of her clenching mouth, making her moan with ecstasy.
"Oh, God! It's so good! Ooohhhhhhh, God, fuck me, harder with your fingers!" she wailed silently and began squirming and throwing her hips frantically, grinding her sharp pelvis against him as his thumb brutally dug into her asshole.
She suddenly felt him stiffen momentarily as if to gather strength for the final thrust just before his cock exploded the wonderful thick male semen into her waiting mouth. Her own orgasm was moments away but she knew that she would never reach it unless it was his cock instead of his finger fucking into her asshole. Despite his anguished groan of frustration, she pulled her mouth off his heated cock and rearranged her body so that her invitingly smooth buttocks were waving in the air as she leaned forward in front of his reclining figure. His fingers had replaced her mouth on his cock and he was frantically masturbating.
"Uuunnnggghh ... I've got to come ... got to ... got to...." he moaned.
"Fuck me in the ass," she begged, her long dark hair trailing down her shoulders as she reached around and pulled her buttocks apart for him. "Oh, Christ, baby, shove that cock lip my asshole! Split me in two! Hurt me! HUUUURRRRTTTTT MEEEEEEEE!"
Al wasted no time in pulling his heavy body up so that he was kneeling behind her, his delighted eyes fastened to the tiny clasping rectal opening where his thumb had just been. His huge throbbing cock was pulsating against her thigh as he tried to guide it toward the puckered opening, his own hands replaced hers on her buttocks when his swollen cock was safely between her perspiring half-moons. He lunged forward when the giant head of his cock was at exactly the right spot.
"AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" Barbara screamed, half in pain and half in lust-induced ecstasy as the huge, probing penis cruelly invaded the tiny opening and shot deeply up into her trembling back passage. Her sphincter muscles pulled him in further and further until his swollen balls were slapping obscenely against her thighs and wetly fluttering pussy lips. Her own fingers had gone to her erect clitoris and she was strumming it like a banjo player, milking every last wonderful sensation out of the miniature penis as his movements behind her grew more and more frantic.
He wanted to hold back the climax that he knew was coming.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" he grunted painfully as she ground back against him, almost breaking the self-control. He'd hold back as long as he could and give her a real fucking. He'd show her the best fuck she'd ever had!
"Oh, wow!" she cried out, grinding and bucking back against his impaling cock in her rectum, seeking more. "Oh, fuck me ... harder! Fuck me harder ... HARDERRRRR!"
As she spread her knees even wider and treid to raise her obscenely twisting buttocks even farther up in the air, he began to drive violently in and out of her. His hotly raging cock was begging for relief but he held back even as he fucked harder. She rocked back on knees and elbows, matching his rhythm, feeling his lust-hardened shaft of his cock reaming into her rectum without mercy, twisting and rotting, and she began to cry out in ecstasy, mouthing every foul sex-word she could think of, reaching a point of near delirium.
Her softly heaving breasts danced wildly beneath her as she met the forward thrusts, and her own fingers were digging and rubbing into the passion-drenched pussy and tickling the swollen bud of her clitoris. She balanced herself on one elbow and reached behind herself to catch the heavy sac of his balls and squeeze them in rhythm to his brutal ass-fucking.
With a growing rhythm he began to plunge and withdraw his pulsating weapon from her nakedly squirming loins, feeling the contracting muscles of her aching asshole pull and suck wildly for more of the lust-inciting pole of flesh boring into her. His breath was shortening to a rhythmic pant as he drove his long thick cock in and out and in again, all the time watching her wriggling buttocks.
She inwardly screamed for the rumbling torrent of her climax and the earth-shaking fire that would soon be wildly quenched by his warm male come pouring into her clenching rectum.
"I've got to have more ... MORE!" she screamed aloud, forcing her body back onto the last sweet inch of his ravaging cock and twisting her ass round and round the life-giving pole of hardened malehood.
Her gasping cries of passion were driving him mad with lust and he fucked as hard as he could. She was screaming now, bucking wildly as he rammed deeper into the hairless little hole, oblivious to anything but the torturing cock impaling her asshole and the delicious sensations that were spreading out from her little clitoris and throughout her legs and belly.
Aflame with the burning desire for climax, he fucked her hard, digging his strong fingers into the white flesh of her gyrating buttocks. He could see his obscene weapon pulling the puckered flesh of her anal opening in and out as he buffeted her mercilessly down into the bouncing bed.
"It feels good ... soooo good!" Barbara moaned over and over, almost out of her mind with the pressure of her building climax and the wonderful sensations that were flooding her lust-crazed body. She loved every inch of the huge cock that was boring into her from behind. She wanted to suck it-have it fuck into her pussy-have him fuck between her breasts while her pink tongue nibbled at the bulbous cock head. "Harder! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
"Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped frantically, her whole body jerking. Her mind was an endless stream of flashing lights and electrical shocks piercing her straining nerves. There were only seconds left until her climax and she could feel the blood-filled muscles of her belly begin to roll like waves on the ocean', heading for a rumbling, crashing orgasm. She was on fire ... ready to erupt ... a huge gaping hole of delirious joy!
"N-now ... I'm coming now! Aaarrrggghhhhh!" she screamed, almost incoherently and bucked suddenly backwards, as the exploding spasms of orgasm jerked wildly through her body. "Ooooooohhhhhh!" she wailed again and he shuddered behind her, hardly able to keep his balance as his own climax, spurred by her screaming, suddenly came out with lightning speed, shooting hot jets of white flowing come deep up into her desperately clenching anus.
Together they wailed until their spasms subsided and he fell limply on her back, his thick cock deflating but still impaling her asshole.
Then, still shaking with satiated exhaustion, Al fell down onto the bed on his back his cock lying flaccid and worm-like on his thigh. White sticky come still oozed out of the dilated tip in the head of his penis.
Beside him, Barbara was milking one last gentle spasm out of her cunt, her fingers slick with the juices that had poured out of her succulent pussy and the sticky male come that dripped from her tired asshole and ran down her milky-white thighs into her matted pubic hair.
"Mmmmnnnnnnnn," she murmured happily, falling down beside him, her head resting on his thigh and her tongue slowly inching toward the limp cock that lay there. She hungered for the feel of a good thick cock in her mouth again and she knew that it would only be a short time before she could have Al's enormous cock hard and throbbing again.
Lazily, he let his hand fall onto her tangled hair and watched as her lips neared his cock. He wanted a blow-job, too, even though his prick ached from the workout it had just gotten in the tight little asshole.
Suddenly, just as her mouth was about to take the limp cock into it, Barbara looked up with a wanton smile at her lover. Her eyes flashed greedily and conspiratorially.
"You did say it was Laura Jones, didn't you, honey?" she asked.
Al could only nod as the warm, loving mouth enveloped his suddenly aroused cock.
He knew it would be a wild evening!
CHAPTER TWO
Laura Jones wore her clothing like a chastity belt.
Everything in her sparse wardrobe was designed to hide or minimize the ripe young curves of her magnificent body. Somber greys alternated with dull, lifeless colors in the high-necked dresses she always wore in the office. Everything about the nineteen-year-old girl was designed to make her as sexless as possible. She wore no makeup and her long, blonde hair was pulled back severely and done in a bun at the back.
Very few people-and ever fewer men-suspected that succulent flesh that lay beneath her shapeless clothing. She was a tall girl and every inch of her firm body was perfectly proportioned. Her softly swelling breasts were breath-taking, milky white and high with scarlet nipples that thrust out proudly. Her stomach was flat and flared softly into exciting hips that flowed smoothly down her gorgeous thighs and into the long legs that ended in trim ankles. When she walked her buttocks were taut but, in relaxation, the perfect half-moons unbelievably formed.
Laura's pussy was hidden behind silky strands of golden pubic hair but the plump outer lips protruded slightly down from her virginal slit and made them even more exciting, hiding as they did the tender pink inner flesh of her tight vaginal channel. Despite herself, she could not keep the delicate morsels of flesh from glistening brightly with the gently-perfumed feminine juices that flowed softly out of her velvety inner flesh.
Her clitoris was almost hidden by the folds of pink flesh but it was there, hiding modestly behind the ruffled lips-a terrifying reminder to her of her own sensuality that must, at all costs, be guarded against!
Even at home in her little apartment, Laura wore shapeless flannel nightgowns. There were only two mirrors-one, a full-length mirror in the bedroom was seldom used. The other, a small square over the wash basin was used only when she cleansed her lovely face. Only then did she relax and let her silken hair flow sensuously down over her shoulders. She had small features and deep green eyes that sometimes flashed and hinted at deep, dangerous thoughts.
She always showered under slightly cold water rather than luxuriating in the hot, bath-oil scented tub that she would have preferred. But she knew how dangerous that could be. The tepid spray deterred her nipple-shafts from springing to life as they sometimes did.
She had to wash down there, of course, but she did it quickly, digging her slender fingers against the plumply glistening lips of her vagina cruelly. Her eyes were always tightly closed as she did this and she gritted her teeth and gasped involuntarily if her fingers accidently brushed against the inflamed bud of her clitoris and caused it to harden so tantalizingly and cry out to be stroked.
When that happened she agonizingly remembered her mother's harsh words: "Get your hands away from there, Laura! That's dirty!" She still had a clear mental picture of her harpish, old-before-her-time, mother who hated men and abhorred sex.
For eighteen years the fatherless girl had heard nothing but her mother's warnings about men and the awful things that they would do to a girl. It was a man's world-her mother told her that, and women were objects to be used, to perform certain chores that would be disgusting and vile-low, animal things that would degrade and humiliate Laura. And, above all, Laura must never feel any treasure from her own body or from a man's. That was evil beyond words!
When her mother had died last year Laura took the few dollars insurance money and moved far away from the small Ohio city they had lived in. She spent most of it in learning to type. Her job with the insurance company paid barely enough to live on but Laura spent nothing on entertainment and even less on clothing. There was not even a television set in the small apartment-that would have been too extravagant!
When any male tried to talk to her she colored a bright red and could only mumble an answer. Behind their words she could hear the haunting words-"Animals! All men are animals and want to force you to do dirty things!" After awhile, none of the men in the office even bothered to say hello. She did her work efficiently and hurried home each night to her tiny apartment.
But even though she locked her apartment door securely each night before climbing into the small, uncomfortable bed, Laura never really felt safe huddled there. She had terrible nightmares of faceless men breaking down the door and pulling the bed-clothing from her while their lust-excited eyes devoured her trembling body. She didn't quite understand what it was that men did with innocent young girls like herself, but she knew it must be awful.
And then Laura met the new vice-president, Mr. Winslow.
"Mr. Winslow would like to see you right away," the young office boy said with a sneer, trying desperately to look down Barbara Sherwood's low cut dress and catch a glimpse of her voluptuous breasts.
Barbara got up from her desk immediately. She could see what the pimpled-face youth was doing but it didn't bother her in the least. She liked to have her ripe body admired by men-even men as young as this. As she came around the desk and passed the still-staring boy she reached down and tweaked his half-hardened cock with her thumb and forefinger.
"Go jack-off in the men's room," she said with a cruel laugh, "you're not man enough for any woman yet!"
The boy's face turned a beet-red and he looked as though he were going to burst into tears as Barbara went quickly toward the suite of executive offices where Mr. Winslow waited.
She had to pass the typing pool as she went and she saw that Laura was busily at work. The girl looked even younger than her years and, for the life of her, Barbara couldn't figure out why a man as handsome and virile as Mr. Winslow would want someone like Laura.
"Go right in, Miss Sherwood, Mr. Winslow is expecting you," the vice-president's secretary said. The woman seemed upset.
Paul Winslow looked up from behind his expensive desk and flashed a broad smile as Barbara came into the luxuriously furnished office and shut the door behind her. He was in his middle-thirties with dark curly hair, cut fashionably long, white sparkling teeth, and chiseled features that would have looked more at home on a movie star. He got up and led Barbara to a soft chair in front of his desk and then sat down next to her.
She crossed her long, lovely legs to advantage and pulled in her stomach so that her voluptuous breasts stood out even more-the hard nipples clearly outlined beneath the silk of her dress.
"We haven't met before, Miss Sherwood," Paul began, his avid eyes taking in every bit of uncovered flesh. "Since you're one of the key people in the office I thought we should get better acquainted."
Barbara wasn't fooled for a moment. She knew that Al Benson had already told him everything about her-including her sexual activities. No, Mr. Winslow wasn't going to fool her!
She smiled coyly.
"Why don't you call me Barbara, everyone does!"
"Fine! Just like one big happy family, huh?" he said, reaching out and laying his hot hand on Barbara's thigh. "You and I are going to get along just fine, Barbara!"
She felt a surge of pleasure as his fingers bit lightly into her naked thigh. A warm, familiar glow was already spreading through her heated loins and she knew that her panties were probably wet from the juices that were starting to flow down from her sweet love-box.
"Oh, yes, I'm sure we are!"
"How would you like to be considered for the position as my private secretary?" Paul Winslow said suddenly, his fingers inching further up Barbara's creamy-white thigh.
"B-but, what about Miss Armstrong?" Barbara asked, thinking about the girl in the ouside office she had just passed.
His fingers were playing with the band of tight elastic on her panties-teasing and tantalizing the hair-covered pink pussy that lay only an inch or so away.
"Miss Armstrong has some hangups about what she'd be required to do for me," he answered with a leer. There was no mistaking what he had in mind. "I get the impression you might be more-uh, how shall I put it-more cooperative?"
Barbara was going out of her mind from the dancing fingers that were pressing and probing against her damp pussy now-kneading and massaging her erect clitoris. She had uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly to give Mr. Winslow better access to the delights that awaited him there.
"Oh, I would ... I would!" she gasped, trying to keep her composure.
"Fine! I didn't think my judgement was mistaken about you!"
Barbara's mind was racing. Surely Al Benson had been wrong about Mr. Winslow wanting someone like Laura Jones! It seemed obvious to her that he wanted a real woman-one who knew what fucking was all about! Her eyes went down to the thickly pulsing bulge at his groin and she gasped at the huge size of it. It seemed about ready to explode!
Suddenly his fingers left her throbbing pussy and he picked up the telephone.
"Miss Armstrong? Please hold all my calls until I tell you. Miss Sherwood and I are going to be deep in conference!"
His voice was taunting and smug and he winked at Barbara as he replaced the receiver in the cradle.
"How about a drink, Barbara?"
He didn't wait for her to reply but went quickly to the bar cabinet in the corner of the huge office and began mixing drinks.
"Why don't you lock the door," he called out to the deliriously happy Barbara. She did as she was told and then, unstead of returning to the chair, she went to the long, soft-leather couch along the wall and sat down to wait for him.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and get comfortable," he said, setting down the tall drinks on the table in front of the couch. He was already beginning to shed his own suit and shirt.
Barbara watched in fascination as he stripped. She loved a strong man who knew how to order her around. There was no beating around the bush with Paul Winslow-he knew what he wanted and told her so without fucking around. She was barely conscious of shedding her own clothing as she continued to watch him. His shorts were finally kicked away and he stood before her-his huge cudgel standing straight out from his loins and throbbing like crazy. She could see every detail of the enormous cock, from the thick purplish knobhead with the tiny slit in the end to the rope-like veins pumping heated blood up and down the pole-like shaft. She licked her lips in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive and she could hardly wait. The only other time she had experienced sex in the office was when she had masturbated Al Benson in the office supplies closet.
"Like it, baby?" Paul asked, picking up his drink and sipping it slowly. "Like to have this cock shoved up your cunt and your asshole?"
"Oh, yesssss," Barbara hissed delightedly, stripping off her panties. Her damply pulsating cunt was alive with delicious sensations and her fingers wanted to go down and massage the erect little clitoris.
"Then get over here and kiss it!"
Barbara wasted no time in scurrying over to where Paul waited for her. She dropped to her knees quickly and took the enormous shaft in her hands and planted a wet kiss on the thick knobhead. She loved the taste of male cockflesh and she was soon running her scarlet lips up and down the tremendous pole, nibbling and sucking on the awful instrument lovingly while her free hand massaged his lust-swollen balls.
"Aaaahhhhhhh, that's good ... that's good," he panted, rotating his pelvis in time to the lovely secretary's oral manipulations. "I love it when someone plays with my balls while they eat cock!"
"Mmmmnnnnnn," Barbara breathed excitedly against the sweet male organ. She could hardly contain herself and she ovaled her mouth and poised it above the throbbing white cock. "I want to suck it! Can I? Can I suck your cock for you? Oh, please, let me ... I'll give you the best mouth-job you ever had!"
Her lower body was writhing and twisting and her cunt seemed as if it were going to explode from the tremendous pressure building up in her burning loins.
Paul reached down casually and began to knead and massage her swollen breasts, nipping the hardened shafts of her nipples between his strong fingers. Instead of pain she felt pure delight. She wanted him to hurt her!
Licking her lips one last time she slowly sucked in the heated pole of cockflesh. It slid easily into her waiting warm cavern and he gasped as her tongue began to lick wantonly around and around the thick pole as it slid further and further back into her mouth.
"Jesus, baby, suck me ... suck me good! Oh, wow, you've got the best fucking mouth I ever knew! Chew it, you sweet piece of ass you! Suck it and milk me dry!"
His hips began to move back and forth savagely as he pumped the lust-swollen cock in and out of her willing mouth. He could see her lips bulging around it, the heated pole impaling her head obscenely and her flashing eyes looking up at him gratefully for the heavenly mouthful
"Mihmmnnnnn ... aaaaahhhhhhhh!" she mewled, milking wildly and trying to force the salty-sweet male sperm up through the tiny channel from his heavy testicles to the dilated tip of his prick. She loved it-she loved every inch of this wonderful, sensation-giving cock! She had to have more and more of it-more and more!
"Arrrggghhhhhh!" Paul suddenly moaned, his body tensing as the white-hot male come exploded in a great torrent into Barbara's greedily sucking mouth. She almost gagged from the flood of male juices that overflowed her mouth and made it bulge obscenely. She gulped down the liquid as quickly as she could but little strings of come oozed out of the corners of her scarlet lips and lay on her chin.
By God, she's right, Paul though ecstatically as the come continued to pump forcefully out of his throbbing cock, she's got the most talented mouth that ever tvrapped itself around a prick! His heated pole was rapidly deflating but he continued the savage thrusting in and out of her devouring cavern as she sucked out the last little bit of delicious liquor. Her tongue was seeking out every crevice and fold of skin, searching for more and more of the wonderful fluid.
Barbara moaned as he finally pulled his aching cock from her mouth. Her eyes were glazed with wanton lust and her fingers were busily trying to milk her own orgasm from her damply twitching pussy.
"I could suck cock forever ... mmmnnnnnnn ... just a little more, please! Pleasssseeeeee!"
But Paul shoved her head roughly away with his hands and went to the couch and collapsed on it. It had been the best blow-job he had ever had and he wanted time to recover before he continued their wild sex orgy. He had purposefully cleared all of his appointments and he knew that they would be undisturbed. His eyes went down to the girl's frantically probing fingers deep up in her cunt and the sight was tremendously erotic. Barbara was panting heavily and her long dark hair was flying around her head as she moaned and tried to force the overwhelming orgasm out of her pussy.
"Let me do that for you, honey," he called out with a leer. "I owe you one!"
His lean body came up quickly from the couch and he picked up one of the half-filled glasses of liquor as he went toward her. She lay down on the plush carpet and spread her legs out as far as they would go. Her lust-glazed eyes were looking up at him gratefully and she could hardly wait to see what he was going to do. This was better than anything that had ever happened to her.
"W-what are you going to do?" she asked.
He took a long swig of the drink and lay down beside her, his fingers and mouth running all over her breasts and slowly making their way down her nakedly trembling belly, lips barely touching her fevered flesh. Then, through half-crazy eyes, she watched him take what remained in the glass and pour some of the fiery liquid over the dark triangle of her pubic hair and then the remainder into his mouth.
Suddenly, he shifted and without any further delay, his face was up between her widespread milk-white thighs, his lips gluing themselves tightly to her warmly throbbing cunt. His tongue speared out into her aching pussy flesh and then she felt the sudden gush of liquid which was both stinging hot and freezing cold, and she realized that he had taken a full mouthful of the drink and forced it deep into the hidden softness of her cunt where it mingled with the already flowing juices of her sex-incited womanhood. It felt like a swarm of bees had been turned loose in there as the strong alcohol bit into her tender tissues.
And then he was licking it out, sipping from the wisespread mouth of her pussy as she thrust the living cup against his face, heated beyond measure by the burning alcohol and the fiery depths of her burning flesh.
"Oh, God, yessss ... suck me ... SUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Her body was trembling wildly as his mouth avidly glued itself to the dripping cuntal flesh. His tongue delved deep, licking away the love nectar and Barbara swallowed convulsively. Her cunt began undulating up against his face and the lewdly searching tongue that was driving her crazy for relief. An easy rhythm of licking and sucking was set up as his face burrowed deeper and deeper into her wildly churning vaginal channel.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she suddenly yelped as his fevered tongue left her dripping pussy and found her straining clitoris. The hard little bud of meat jerked crazily as he bit and sucked it into further erection. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH! I'LL DIE IF YOU STOP ... OH, JESUS, MAKE ME COME ... MAKE ME COMMMMMMEEEEEE!"
He had no intention of stopping. His flashing tongue was everywhere at the same time-lapping, sucking, nibbling, forcing every nerve in her body alive and straining to the ecstatic rhythm of his obscene oral lovemaking.
"My ass ... shove your finger in my ass ... "
Before she could finish the sentence he had lifted her straining and twisting buttocks high in the air, his tongue still glued to her damply quivering cunt as his fingers found the writhing little hairless asshole and plunged cruelly in.
"AAAAARRRGGGHHHH!" She screamed in pain as the fingers dug savagely into her nether passage-adding wonderfully to the pleasure/pain she felt. "Oh, hurt me! Hurt me! Split me in two! Shove your Goddamned fingers all the way up into my stomach and HURT MEEEEEE!"
He brutally reamed her ass with his fingers as his tongue plunged ever deeper into the gaping hair-covered hole of her pussy. His face glistened from the mixture of alcohol and pussy juices and his thick cock was jerking against his thigh-erect and ready for more action.
Within seconds the young secretary's body was writhing and twisting wantonly and then there was a frantic thrashing and the sticky sweet gushing of her heated female cum from her tortured body into his greedily sucking mouth.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming ... I'M COMINGGGGGG!" she yelled, wild with the rapturous sensations that exploded again and again in a wild and boiling series of deep orgasmic spasms far up in her belly that rolled down through her cunt and out her jerking lovely legs.
Paul's fingers were still buried deep up in Barbara's asshole and he continued the cruel thrusting in and out. The heady aroma of her undulating, come-oozing cunt was driving him crazy and he continued to use his long tongue on flickering trips up the brunette's steaming cuntal passage, then flicking the tender bud of her clitoris and sending her into even more frenzied ecstasy.
Then, slowly, he stopped his lunges into her asshole and pulled his fingers from her puckered little opening with a loud sound. His lips left her quivering pinkly ruffled pussy lips and he pulled his body around and lay down on the carpet next to her sitll shaking body.
"Jesus, that was wonderful...." she gasped out, almost incoherent with joy. "I'll do anything for you ... anything!"
Paul smiled lewdly to himself, thinking about just how much she was going to do for him. There was no question that he had enjoyed having his throbbing cock sucked by the attractive secretary and then giving her a tongue-reward. But he had much more on his mind than this sex-crazed girl. He wanted her driven to the point where she could act as his willing tool in getting what he really wanted. And that was somebody like Laura Jones.
His experienced eye had lighted on Laura on his first day in the office. He could see below the unattractive clothing she wore what a magnificent body she had. He had immediately sent for her personnel file and read it with mounting interest, his hand gently massaging the bulge at his groin as he skimmed through the psychological tests that all employees were required to undergo. Every one of the sophisticated tests had indicated that Laura had a real battle to repress her own sexuality.
Barbara reached over and began massaging his lust-erected cock and Paul let his mind wander as she tried to bring it to full size. He had always been successful with all of the pussy he had ever wanted. He took sex as gluttons enjoyed eating--satiating himself without really finding pleasure. He couldn't begin to count the number of times his cock had been sucked raw by some willing mouth or how many assholes he had reamed with it.
But recently, more and more he found himself drawn to girls and women who were the very opposite of those he had previously sought out for his sexual gratification. The glossy swingers were all right, of course. He spewed his white-hot sperm into their willing body orifices when his body demanded release. But there was something artificial in them that often turned him completely off. They were too willing to give him a blow-job in exchange for an evening of drinks-too compliant and willing to raise their upturned assholes to his rampaging cock-they thought nothing of offering up their heated cunts to him.
But there was something missing! He needed the aphrodisiac of force. His pulse raced as he thought of subjecting unwilling young girls to his depraved demands. Not professionals-no, they were too easy! He wanted to sink his cock to the hilt in virginal mouths or assholes or cunts!
"Jesus, baby, it's coming back to life!" Barbara cooed, bending over and kissing his jerking prick lovingly.
Paul ignored her and continued to think about Laura Jones. Now that little bitch is hiding something under those shapeless dresses, he thought erotically to himself. His expert eyes detected the softly swelling curves of her breasts and hips and he imgained himself undressing her resistant body while she begged for mercy. Despite the fact that she did everything she could to make herself unattractive he knew that she was really a beautiful young girl.
He remembered the other details from Laura's file. She lived alone and had no nearby relatives. In his mind he planned the details of her forced seduction. Oh, she would fight, of course! But that would make it all the more exciting and his conquest would be all the sweeter for her begging him to spare her the shame and humiliation of ramming his cock into her cringing little puckered asshole.
Jesus, he thought, it's going to be wonderful to make her humble herself before me. He could hardly wait to put his plans into effect. But he needed someone like Barbara Sherwood to help him and he wanted to insure that nothing went wrong. Al Benson had helped him there and now he could afford to give the over-sexed secretary some incentive to help him seduce Laura.
"Do you really want to work for me?" he asked the girl who was leaning over his body.
"Oh, yes, lover, I do!" she replied warmly, patting his lust-swollen cock.
"And would you be willing to do me special favors sometimes?"
Here it comes, Barbara thought to herself.
"You mean like what we've been doing?" she asked breathlessly, trying to keep the cynicism out of her voice.
"Of course!" he replied, too quickly. "This and perhaps a few other things!"
Barbara knew what was coming but she wanted him to say it. She didn't care what the fuck he wanted her to do as long as she got what she wanted from him.
"Like what?"
His cock was jerking out wildly from his loins as she continued to massage it, running her slender fingers up and down the thick shaft and squeezing it sensuously.
"Well, baby, you've got a pretty talented body there but...." he paused for a moment, thinking about Laura's hidden young charms, " ... but I'm not the kind of guy who's satisfied with just one cunt. I need lots of strange stuff! I thought you might help me with one of the girls in the typing pool in return for all the help I can give you with the job!"
"And more fucking?" she prompted.
"All you want, baby!" Paul replied.
"You want me to be your pimp, is that it?"
She said it warmly and not at all sarcastically. She would do whatever he wanted-she had already decided that. Her cunt was burning again from the nearness of his enormous cock and the knowledge that he could satisfy her the way she hadn't been satisfied in years. She would help him get Laura Jones or anyone else he wanted!
"You don't mince words do you Miss Sherwood!"
There was a glint of excitement and lust in his eyes.
"I think we'll make a perfect pair," Barbara laughed. "Now how about a little cock to seal the bargain?"
He suddenly pushed her over onto her back and began flicking his tongue over her hardened nipples. He continued until she almost passed out from the pleasure he was giving her.
"Oh, God, that feels soooooo good!" she moaned, feeling a chill run the whole length of her body. She closed her eyes, trying to fight off the desire to scream out at the top of her voice for him to fuck her-fuck her more!
He kneaded and massaged her breasts relentlessly until her body was almost driven crazy by the animal force deep within her and she could feel a sudden tightening between her thighs.
His mouth sucked hungrily at the soft swells, engulfing all he could hold in his mouth, straining the hardened nipples and pulling at the awakened flesh until she began to squirm sensuously under his touch.
His hands roamed over the curves of her hips while he continued his sensual mouthing of her breasts, running down over the narrowness of her waist and gripping the rounded bulge of her buttocks, squeezing and massaging cruelly, sending tremors of desire through her writhing body. He knew every vital spot, a deliberate fondling that drove her into a wanton frenzy.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as his fingers began to massage the soft inner flesh of her thigh and slowly, painstakingly work their way to the soft curls of her pubic hair between her legs and search for the tiny sensitive bud of her inflamed clitoris. His fingers triggered a lustful response as he probed and prodded, playing teasingly with the soft pink lips of her vagina. She rolled back and forth on the lushly carpeted office floor, trying to enjoy every bit of the flood of desire that was tearing through her body and making her belly ache with desire.
"Hurry ... oh, hurry ... I want you to fuck my pussy this time! Ram that wonderful tool right up my cunt and into my belly! Oh! Oh! Shove it to me, lover ... make me come ... I want to come again!'
"Yes, baby," he hissed, "you like it, don't you? Tell me you like it, Laura!"
Despite her frenzied lust, Barbara had heard him call her Laura. She almost laughed out loud at his eagerness to get the young typist. Christ, she thought, he can hardly wait.
"Yessss ... yesssss," she whimpered, her whole body suddenly aflame with lewdly kindled desire. She didn't care what he called her as long as he fucked her soon!
His index finger began to probe through the thin hair-lined folds of flesh that guarded her vagina and rubbed slowly, tantalizingly against the soft channel of her wetly spongy walls. It no longer mattered that the man who was sending the waves of lustful desire through her only wanted to use her to fuck another woman, the only thing that mattered was that he was making her feel alive and like a complete woman, generating pleasure and a painful lust that had to be satisfied.
She could feel his iron-hard prick jerk against her thighs and she wanted him to be inside her.
"You want it, don't you ... well, beg me for it, Laura!" he rasped, hardly able to talk through his own passion.
He rocked back on his knees so that she could see his giant manhood throbbing over her and she wanted to scream for him to shove it into her-her mouth-her asshole-her cunt-anywhere as long as he could quench the raging fires of her passion.
"Fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEEEE! Oh, God, I want it! I beg you ... shove it to meeeeee!"
His body fell on top of hers and she shuddered with anticipation-wanting him, and she arched her hips so that he could take her.
He aimed his huge, thick prick at the tiny slit of her vagina, prodding slowly at first so that she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Give me all of it!" her lips screamed, but just as she tried to force her hips up further against him, trying to force him completely into her, he pulled away.
He sensed her desire, but he was enjoying this little bit of sadism as she waited, moaning, wanting him, and he wasn't going to let her have it all at once.
"Just a little, baby ... do you want more?" he said teasingly.
Her body ached so much with desire that it no longer mattered what she said or did, she had to have him!
"Yes... for God's sake ... YES ... FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" she moaned, wriggling her hips like a mad woman.
With one mighty thrust he was deep inside her and she could feel the walls of her pussy close around his massive staff as he wormed his way inside her, in up to the very hilt. He rocked back and forth on her as she raised and lowered her hips, the two of them locked wetly in carnal lust.
"Fuck me harder ... harder...." she muttered between tightly clenched teeth, wishing that she could devour his whole body up into her hungrily clasping pussy. She wanted him to screw her into the floor and really hurt her.
"I'm ready ... I'm coming ... coming ... aaaagggghhhhh!" she moaned, tears of satisfaction running down her cheeks. "Oh, yes ... like that ... I'm coming!"
She could feel his soft, hair-covered testicles swaying against the inside of her flexed thighs and she could sense that he too was about to join her in frenzied climax.
"Here it comes ... here it is...." he choked. "I'm going to pump you full, baby, until it comes out of your fucking mouth!"
The rubbery walls of her vagina closed around the thickness of his prick and sucked at it desperately as he jerked out his climax, his penis throbbing angrily inside her, shooting his hot sperm deep into her belly.
"Oh, yes," she groaned, "I can feel it! I can feel it! Give it to me ... give it all to me!"
Her legs came up and she dug her ankles into the back of his strong buttocks, trying to force more and more of the wonderful cock into her fiery depths. She could feel the explosions as his cock spewed out more and more of the heated male sperm and she didn't want to even think about it ever ending. She would do whatever he wanted! He would never have to worry about her finding all the ripe young assholes he wanted for him! She would do it-anything as long as he would bring her such rapturous ecstasy!
With one last mighty lunge he rammed his lust-engorged cock deep into her, striking her cervix and sending waves of pleasure/pain shooting through her. But she didn't care-let him kill her if he wanted-just as long as the wonderful waves of exquisite pleasure didn't stop!
CHAPTER THREE
It was three days later and Barbara Sherwood sat behind her new desk and beamed at her reflection in the glass doors that separated the Executive Offices from the lesser employees. She smiled smugly as she looked down at the walnut desk plaque with her name and new title: Ms. B. Sherwood, it read. Underneath were the words-Executive Secretary to the Vice President of Sales-She mouthed the words silently, savoring every syllable. God, it sounds impressive, she thought to herself. No more fumbling with cock-hounds like Al Benson. No more quick pinches on her swelling buttocks from hot-blooded salesmen. She was going to call the shots now and she had Paul Winslow to shield her.
She glanced up to see the nervous figure of Laura Jones about to enter the Executive Offices. Barbara smiled and beckoned the girl to hurry. Christ, she looks positively dowdy! Laura wore a dress of brown cotton and had her hair drawn back severely from her face. She carried a secretary's pad and pencil in her slender fingers.
"You wanted to see me?" Laura asked in a voice barely above a whisper. She was always nervous when she entered these plush offices.
Barbara motioned to a chair beside the desk.
"Please sit down, Miss Jones," she said. When Laura was primly seated, Barbara turned to her. " I have a very important job that has to be done this weekend and I thought you might like to help."
Laura nodded. She was always grateful for overtime and the few extra dollars it brought to supplement her small salary.
"Of course," she replied in the same tiny voice.
"Good!" Barbara said with a broad smile. She reached into her desk drawer and took out a five dollar bill and a pad of petty cash receipts. She pushed them across the desk to the puzzled girl. "Here, I want you to take a taxi home and pack enough clothing for the weekend. I'll pick you up at your apartment in about two hours."
"B-but ... but ... I don't understand," Laura said, twisting her hands nervously. "Where are we going?"
Barbara smiled reassuringly.
"This is a very special project, Miss Jones. You and I are going to work on the revised departmental budgets with Mr. Winslow. We'll be going up to the Executive Retreat!" She paused to let the words sink in. "This assignment certainly won't hurt your chances of promotion from the typing pool!"
Laura had vaguely heard the other typists talking about the plush mountain retreat that the company owned. Apparently it was used for business and by the higher-level executives who just wanted to get away from the city.
Barbara could see the confusion in the young blonde's eyes. Laura looked as though she couldn't make up her mind to smile or to jump up from the chair and run from the office.
"Now look, Miss Jones ... Laura! This is an opportunity that doesn't come very often. You'll get to know Mr. Winslow...." she could barely contain the lewd smile as she thought just how well Laura was going to get to know Paul Winslow. " ... and there's tennis courts and a swimming pool there for when we aren't working. Do you want me to have to tell Mr. Winslow that you don't want to help us?"
"Oh no, it's just that...." Laura paused, her mind racing. It was the first time anyone had ever singled her out for anything. She wanted to go, that much was certain. But at the same time she felt uncertain and a little afraid. What if she didn't do a good job? Then, she closed her mind to all of her own insecurities and picked up the five dollar bill and signed the petty cash receipt.
"I'd be happy to help you and Mr. Winslow," she said, trying to make her voice firm.
Barbara smiled inwardly.
"Fine!" she said. "Now you go home and get packed."
As Laura got up and started for the door, Barbara called out to her.
"Please don't tell anyone about this. This is a very special and very confidential project and we don't want everyone in the office questioning you about next year's budget. I've already made arrangements with your supervisor. All right?"
"Of course," Laura whispered, feeling a little conspiratorial shiver run down her lovely spine at the thought of being privy to so much important office information.
She left quickly.
Barbara waited until the girl's figure had disappeared down the hallway and then picked up the telephone and buzzed Mr. Winslow.
"Paul, honey," she said sexily, "it's all set. Get that sweet prick of yours ready for some action!"
In just under two hours, Barbara and Laura were driving rapidly through the rush hour traffic out of the city. Barbara drove expertly, weaving in and out of the freeway lanes as if she couldn't wait to get to their destination.
The lovely young Laura leaned back against the comfortable passenger's seat and thought about what was ahead for her. For the first time in her young life she was ashamed of the drab clothing she wore and of the cheap suitcase in the back seat. Barbara, by comparison, was dressed like a high-fashion model and Laura wished desperately that she had at least one outfit that made her look as sophisticated and attractive as the older woman.
"Penny for your thoughts, honey," Barbara said, trying to draw the young girl out of her shell.
"I was just wondering why you picked me for this job," Laura said, "I mean, there are girls in the typing pool with much more experience than I."
"Oh, it wasn't me! Mr. Winslow asked for you especially."
Laura was even more confused now. She had seen Mr. Winslow in the office, of course, but she would have bet her life that someone as important and handsome as the Vice-President would never have noticed her.
Barbara turned off the freeway and they were soon driving into the mountains. The rugged landscape seemed stark and foreboding to Laura as they drove in silence, each of them lost in her own thoughts.
Barbara remembered how excited Paul had been when she told him that Laura was coming. He immediately called her into the office and told her gleefully what he expected of her and what he intended to do to Laura before the weekend was over. His lips had drooled as he described the degradation and humiliation Laura would get from them both. Barbara's wetly clenching pussy had been on fire as he planned every detail of the young typist's rape.
Then, just as it was getting dark, they arrived at the gates to the secluded retreat and in a moment were driving up the long, tree-shaded driveway to where Paul waited for them. Laura gasped as they suddenly drew up in front of the huge, sprawling building. It was a mansion that the company had purchased several years before as a tax write off.
"Gosh, it's certainly impressive, isn't it?" Laura said when the motor was turned off and the silence of the woods struck them both. "I've never been anywhere like this before!"
Barbara had to choke down a lewd giggle as she thought of all the new experiences in store for the lovely young naive girl.
"Just a little cabin in the country!" Barbara joked, taking their suitcases from the back seat and watching Laura closely.
Suddenly the front door opened and Paul Winslow came out toward them, a smile on his face and a gleam of obscene anticipation in his eyes.
"Welcome, ladies," he called out to them, taking the suitcases from Barbara and motioning them toward the house. "Come right in, the fire is lit and the drinks await!"
Barbara waited until Laura went on ahead and then reached down and lovingly patted Paul's trouser-covered cock. She could see that he had been drinking.
Paul set the suitcases down in the huge reception area and pointed toward a room to the left.
"Miss Jones, why don't you go in and get settled while I have a word with Miss Sherwood!"
Laura nodded obediently and went into the waiting room. She was so unused to the luxury she was experiencing that her breath was almost taken away by the sybaritic furnishings. A large flagstone fireplace with crackling logs dominated one side of the room and there were comfortable couches and chairs scattered about everywhere. It was almost too much for her eyes to take in all at once.
The carpet was unbelievable plush and she felt its soft nap tickle her ankles as she suddenly realized how out of place she was. One whole wall was glass and she went toward it. As she neared it she was surprised to discover that sliding glass door led to an arboretum that seemed, incredibly enough, to have a wide sparkling pool that extended almost into the room where she was standing. Tropical shrubs and trees filled the darkened room.
"Admiring our hot-house?" Paul Winslow's voice boomed out behind her.
Laura turned around quickly to see the handsome executive coming toward her, a glass in each hand. Barbara had also come into the room and was warming her body by the fireplace, sipping a drink while she moved her voluptuous body sensuously.
"I've never seen anything like it," Laura said.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Paul replied, handing Laura one of the tall glasses he carried. She took it uncertainly, afraid to refuse.
"What ... what is this?" she asked nervously.
"Just a little drink to take the chill off your lovely bones," he laughed. He suspected that the beautiful young blond didn't drink. "Don't worry, it's very weak."
Laura was afraid to refuse the handsome man who was urging her to take her first drink. Her eyes roamed over his body that was dressed casually in open-necked sports shirt and expensive slacks. Every inch of him exuded power-an animal power that both frightened and fascinated Laura. She brought the glass to her lips and sipped slowly.
"Hey, that's no way to drink," Paul laughed. "You've got to toss off the first one quickly. Like this!"
He tilted back his head and drank his own drink in one gulp.
Laura did as she was told. At first there was no reaction. Then the alcohol slammed into her stomach with a force that almost took her breath away. She had to fight back the gagging sensation she felt in her throat as the alcohol spread through her body and produced a heated sensation that left her shaken and confused. She felt dizzy and was unable to focus her eyes.
"See, I told you, you'd like it," Paul said warmly, patting her arm. Now let me show you some of our little playthings!"
He set his glass down on a nearby table and went to the glass doors that separated the room they were in from the arboretum. Pulling them open all the way he turned and called out to Barbara.
"Barbara, flick that switch next to the fireplace!"
Barbara reached over and pulled the switch. Immediately there was a low whirring sound and Laura was astonished to see the floor of the room parting to reveal a sparkling pool that es-tended from the arboretum into the huge front room. She realized that it was a swimming pool-an indoor swimming pool. She had never even heard of anything like this!
Paul laughed.
"You looked surprised? Don't you like the idea of indoor swimming? "
"N-no ... I mean yes ... I mean...." Laura was almost speechless. "I mean, it just seems so ... different!"
"Oh, we have an outdoor pool too," Paul said, taking her arm and pulling her closer to the water. "This one is for these chilly fall nights when you'd freeze your bottom off outside."
His eyes were roving over her glorious buttocks as he spoke and he could hardly wait to get his hands wrapped around the swelling virginal flesh.
"Hey, let's go swimming right now!" Barbara cried out, coming over to where they stood.
"Sure, why not?" Paul answered. "You girls go get into your suits and I'll mix us another drink."
Laura protested that she hadn't brought a swim suit but Barbara pulled her toward a room that opened off the back wall.
"You can't use that for an excuse," she said. "There are lots of suits in the dressing room. Come on!"
She pulled Laura into the room and shut the door. She was stripping off her dress quickly while Laura looked around the dressing room. It was a small, carpeted room that contained nothing but lockers and two benches. Her eyes widened as Barbara stepped out of her panties and stood before her, naked and excited. The young girl's eyes tried to pull away from the willowy older woman's pink flesh but she found herself unable to.
"What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?" Barbara laughed, rifling through one of the lockers for a swim suit. She pulled out several and held them to to her magnificent body before choosing one, a skimpy yellow bikini.
Laura blushed. She never had seen another woman nude, not even her mother. As Barbara spread her legs to step into the bikini bottom, Laura could see the other woman's soft, furry mound open and the pink cuntal lips come into view.
"Get your clothes off," Barbara ordered, smoothing the skimpy piece of cloth over her flaring hips and tucking a few strands of pubic hair under the crotch.
Laura looked around desperately for someplace to change in private but there was nowhere. She couldn't strip off her clothing in front of Barbara-she just couldn't!
Barbara's lovely, full breasts were still uncovered as she reached over and started to unbutton Laura's dress. The young blonde could see the hardening full nipples and it made her even more embarrassed.
"Don't," she said, pulling away. "I'll do it myself!"
"Ok, but hurry up. Here's a suit for you!"
Barbara thrust a small wad of bright cloth at Laura and adjusted her own bra top while she watched the girl undress. As soon as she stepped out of her dress, Laura blushed again and Barbara whistled appreciatively. By God, she thought, Paul must have X-Ray eyes. It was apparent that Laura had a magnificent body under the ugly dresses she wore. Not even the plain cloth panties and bra could disguise the delights that lay hidden beneath them.
"Wow, you should never wear clothing with a body like that!"
Despite how she felt about her own well-formed female flesh, Laura couldn't help the surge of pride that came at the older woman's words. Her mother had always taught her how evil it was to display any part of her body to men's lustful glances and Laura had learned her lesson well. But to the confused girl this was somehow different. Barbara wasn't a man! She was a voluptuous, self-assured woman who certainly wasn't interested in Laura that way!
"Come on, honey," Barbara urged, "get those ugly underthings off and get into your bikini. Paul said for us to hurry!"
The strong drink she had had made Laura bolder and she pulled her panties and bra off and quickly replaced them with the tiny bikini. Her face flushed as she realized that she was almost naked and yet she was about to display her nude body in front of her employer. She wanted to cover herself with her hands but Barbara was pulling her toward the door.
"Here we come, Paul," Barbara called out as she led the protesting young girl back into the large room.
"Wow!" Paul called out as he saw them. He had already changed into tight swimming briefs and his huge cock was half-erect and pounding with excitement from the sight of Laura's gorgeous naked flesh. "Come on over here and have a drink!"
He wanted to see the frightened young girl closer. His lewd eyes were already roaming feverishly over her barely-covered half-moons of breasts with the rigid little nipples straining against the thin cloth. She walked stiffly but he could appreciate the lovely white flesh of her magnificient legs and the tiny hair-covered slit of cuntal opening that lay nestled in her crotch.
His lean, well-tanned muscles rippled as he took Laura's trembling hand and led her to the edge of the pool. Her eyes were down-cast and she was blushing but it only added to the lewd excitement he felt. By Christ, he thought to himself smugly, I was right! She's beautiful! And it isn't going to be very long before those long legs are going to be spread for me while my cock is ramming into her little asshole!
"I feel like dancing," Barbara called out, going to the stereo and turning it on. "Anyone want to dance?"
The room was immediately filled with the soft but insistent wail of a sensuous saxophone and the muted beat of erotic drums that made Laura's nerves tingle.
Barbara began wriggling her buttocks, her hands on her pear-shaped breasts, squeezing them softly, her tiny pink tongue running sensually around her full, red-ovaled lips. She twisted her hips and pelvis provocatively with the music, her body moving cat-like in time to the jungle rhythm.
Laura was reeling from the second drink that Paul had forced on her and she had an almost irresistible urge to shout out encouragements to the twisting, writhing older woman. The dancing was almost hypnotic and Laura was surprised to find her own fingers drumming in time to the music.
"She's got a lovely body, hasn't she?" Paul said, sitting down on the floor next to Laura. He was speaking so softly that she had to lean closer to catch what he was saying.
Paul's thigh was suddenly pressed into hers and she moved away only to find his leg moving with hers. Despite herself she found the feel of his warm flesh against hers somehow comforting. He was smiling at her warmly as his body twisted around so that he was facing her.
"But her body doesn't hold a candle to yours, honey!"
The words suddenly jolted Laura and she tried desperately to move away from him. There was no mistaking the obscene leer on his handsome face. His arms came out quickly and caught her around the waist.
"Don't pull away from me, baby," he said, a hard edge to his voice. "Come here, I just want to hold you!"
"No ... don't ... please let me go!" Laura wailed, trying to scramble to her feet. But it was no use. Paul's body was pressing heatedly into hers, his frantic hands pulling and tugging at the wispy bikini as if he intended tearing it off her quivering, frightened body. "Oh, don't! Please ... let me go!"
"Little hellcat, aren't you?" he gasped, locking her waist in his powerful hands and pulling her down onto the plush carpet. "Go ahead and fight, baby, that's the way I like it!"
There was a terrible glint in his eyes that made Laura struggle even harder. One of the tiny straps at her shoulder had come loose and her left breast was naked and exposed to his avid eyes.
"Barbara, help me ... help meeeeeee!" the terrified girl cried out to the older woman who was ignoring them, her body still twisting and writhing erotically to the music. Barbara's eyes were closed and she seemed to be in some kind of hypnotic trance. Her hands were running up and down her flaring hips, edging ever closer to the fiery pussy flesh that lay between her legs.
"She's not going to help you," Paul laughed as his hands began to paw at the bikini bottom. "What the hell do you think she brought you up here for?"
Laura couldn't believe her ears. It had all been just a trick to get her up here so that Paul Winslow could rape her. There had to be some mistake. It was like an awful nightmare. She felt him pulling her legs apart and his thick fingers running across her quivering thighs toward her crotch.
"Please ... I beg you ... oh, don't ... don't...."
Her voice trailed off into a little whimper as he tore away the bikini bottom and exposed her mound to his obscene gaze. His tongue came out to wet his lips as he saw her naked pussy for the first time. Thin little strands of wispy blonde hair covered her thin cuntal lips and he gasped as they twisted open to reveal the coral-hued inner flesh.
He couldn't restrain himself any longer. His thick huge cock was pounding wildly beneath his own swimming trunks and he stripped them away quickly. The enormous rod of male cockflesh jumped out and jerked wildly, the purplish head with its tiny slit obscene-looking.
Laura tried to get up again but he quickly brought his hand up and slapped her across the face as hard as he could. His palm stung from the force of the blow.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" Laura screamed, afraid that he was going to kill her. She fell back down on the carpet heavily, one leg dangling in the swimming pool and her whole cunt naked and exposed to him. She didn't care anymore. It felt as if her face were on fire.
"For chrissake take it easy, baby," Barbara called out to the sex-mad man. "You didn't say anything about hurting her!"
"Mind your own fucking business," Paul replied angrily, his eyes flashing as he lifted Laura's buttocks up so that he could get a better look at the tiny puckered anal opening that nestled between the smooth fleshy asscheeks. "I'm not going to hurt her! She's going to be begging me for cock before I get done with her!"
Laura was overwhelmed with shame, humiliation, and pain. She had trusted these people and they were going to degrade her just as her mother had always warned. There seemed to be no escape from the cruel rape that was coming. She began to plead with Paul.
"Don't do it ... oh, please ... I'm a virgin ... oh, don't do that to me ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!"
She screamed as his finger wormed cruelly into her clenching pussy while his thumb obscenely rubbed her asshole. It felt like her whole lower body were being impaled by a huge rod and she bucked and jerked to escape the awful agony.
"Shut up, bitch!" Paul hissed. "Goddamned little prick teasers! Do you think I don't know how to handle a little cunt like you? I'm going to ram this cock of mine into that asshole of yours until you beg for more!""
The terrified blonde felt something scalding hot press into her widespread thigh and her eyes involuntarily flew open. His enormous cock was jerking wildly against her and the sight revolted her. It looked huge ... bigger than she had imagined a man's penis could be. At the same time, his finger was brutally raving her helpless pussy, his fingernail scraping the soft, velvety inner flesh as he grinned sadistically down at her.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the asshole, baby ... go ahead and scream! There's no one within miles of here to help you! Oh, Christ, look at that little asshole!"
Salty tears streamed down Laura's face and she cried out again for Barbara's help. But the older woman seemed entranced. Her own fingers were buried deeply up in her damply clenching cunt, milking out a mind-blowing orgasm.
Suddenly, Paul leaned over the twisting girl and his mouth closed on one of her breasts, his thick, slobbering lips clamping on the soft flesh like a suction cup as his tongue began to lick and suck wantonly on her hardening nipple. It was like no other sensation Laura had ever felt. The more she tried to squirm away the more suction he applied with his lips while his finger was still ramming in and out of her virginal pussy.
Then there was a new and more painful sensation in her bottom and Laura screamed when she realized that the terrible man's thumb was trying to invade her rectum.
"Aaarrrgghhhhhh ... it hurts ... it hurts! Oh, stop it, you'll kill meeeeeeeeeee!"
His answer was to press more cruelly against the puckered anal opening. She tried desperately to constrict the rectal sphincter but it only made him more determined.
"Oh, I'm coming ... I'm coming ... I'm going to COOOOMMMMEEEEE!" Barbara Sherwood suddenly screamed, collapsing against a chair as her fingers continued to furiously plunge in and out of her wet cunt and bring electric thrills shooting through her.
The horrified young blonde's body was quivering with humiliation and agony from the triple assault on her helpless flesh. She closed her tear-laden eyes tightly, as a tremor of utter shame traveled through her slim, young body. She had been cruelly betrayed by these two and there was no one to save her. She had come here like an innocent lamb to the slaughter and she would leave a broken and ravaged woman.
He wormed his finger more deeply into her tightly clenched vaginal crevice, evilly lewdly probing at her pussy flesh, eagerly seeking the sensitive nub of her cervix until she screamed in agony.
He lifted his head from her breast and smiled evilly down at her.
"Go ahead and scream, bitch. I like to hear them scream. It really helps me get it off!"
Without warming he rammed his thumb past her cringing asshole and buried the ravaging digit deep up in the buttery warm depths of her rectum.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... take it out ... take it out ... I can't stand it!" Laura begged. The pain in her vagina was as nothing compared to the horrible agony she felt in her anus.
Shaking with the horrible pain and the degradation she was being forced to undergo, Laura opened her eyes suddenly to see Barbara Sherwood kneeling alongside Paul Winslow. The woman's hand was encircling his lustily-throbbing cock and pumping back and forth on the swollen rod. She had stripped off her bikini and was stark naked, her beautiful twin-orbs bouncing from her exertions and her hair-lined pussy grinding down against her legs tucked underneath her buttocks.
"Oooohhhhhhh ... shove it to her, honey ... ram your finger into the little bitch's asshole!"
Barbara seemed to delight in the agony that Paul was inflicting on the young girl. Her eyes were glazed with lust and one of her frantic hands was cupped around Paul's hand buried in Laura's cunt and asshole.
"Can I suck your cock, honey ... huh, can I?" Barbara begged.
Paul shook his head violently to signal the passion-charged secretary that he wanted his prick for someone else. When Barbara persisted, Paul looked back over his shoulder, gasping for breath.
"Ok, but I'm not going to blow my load in your mouth, I want to save that for this little bitch!"
Barbara smiled gleefully and fell to the floor, her avid mouth only inches from the tremendous cock she held in her hand. Then, as if she were going to devour it, she let her scarlet lips and mouth envelop the pulsing rod, her tongue hungrily savoring every inch of the throbbing male flesh.
Laura watched, repelled yet fascinated, as Barbara hunched over the massively pulsing penis. All she could see from her position on the floor were the pale white orbs of the older woman's trembling buttocks and the expression of glazed lust on Paul's face as he continued to work his fingers in and out of her while the private secretary slavered over his fiery loins.
Although Laura knew she shouldn't be watching this awful scene, something about the extraordinary sight before her eyes was dark and disturbing. Yet, paradoxically, she could feel herself becoming excited too, and she felt compelled to struggle against the new feelings. But for the life of her she couldn't tear her eyes away from the lewd couple. It was degrading, she thought, shameful and wrong! But despite her revulsion she was riveted to the lurid scene taking place before her.
"Mmmmnnnn ... ahhhhhh ... mmmmnnnnnn...." Barbara groaned in ecstasy against the cock filling her mouth.
Before she knew what was happening, Laura felt Paul's greedily sucking lips pull away from her breast. With one quick movement he pulled his thumb and finger from her anus and pussy and rose to his knees. Barbara's mouth was still attached to his cock and he cruelly pushed her away.
"N-no ... don't ... I want to suck you off...." Barbara cried out in frustration, reaching for the spit-soaked male staff again.
"It's her turn for a little action," Paul laughed lewdly, jerking his head toward Laura.
She was shaking and shivering with terror now. Even though his fingers were gone from her genitals she could still feel a dull ache there. She watched with mounting fear as he reached down and flipped her over onto her stomach and then moved in behind her, his thick cock jerking and throbbing against her naked asscheeks.
He's going to do it now! No! No! her mind screamed and she arched and twisted her body, trying to escape.
"Lay still, bitch!" Paul ordered, and his voice was strangely sensual and soft, almost like a caress. "Quit jumping around or I'll smack you again!" he said, pulling her hips upward until her whole naked crotch and asshole was exposed to his obscene eyes.
"Oh, someone help me!" she walled, feeling degraded beyond anything she had every thought possible. But it was no use. There was no one to help her or even care.
Behind her, Paul Winslow's hand was clasped tightly around his hard swollen cock-shaft, and he was stroking himself into a frenzy of lust as Laura writhed and twisted in front of him. His eyes were boring into the hair-lined pussy slit and the puckered pink anal opening just above it.
She made one last attempt to escape the overwhelming horror that was in store for her. With a swift, desperate movement she slid on her stomach away from the impending anal rape.
"For chrissakes, help me!" Paul called out to the pouting Barbara. At the same time he locked his fingers around her ankles and pulled her back toward him.
"Oh, God, help meeeeeeeee...!" Laura wailed helplessly as Barbara moved around in front of her and locked her upper body with her surprisingly strong arms. The older woman's damp pussy was pressing into her shoulder and Laura could feel the wetly palpitating cuntal flesh against her body.
There was no escape for her!
CHAPTER FOUR
Paul Winslow was almost out of his mind with raging lust from the sight of the terrified girl trying to escape. He was panting heavily form his exertions but as he pulled Laura toward him he savagely yanked her legs apart and feasted his eyes once again on the thin slit of her cunt and the tiny puckered anal opening that lay between her quivering buttocks.
The more Laura fought him the better he liked it. This was so much more enjoyable than having a sex-weary cunt just spread her legs for him. Laura was fresh meat! He knew from his probing finger that no cock had ever been deeply imbedded in the sweet pussy flesh or the constricted anus, and there would be even greater joy for him.
"Get a pillow and put it under her stomach," he ordered Barbara.
The lust-charged secretary instantly let go of Laura and ran to a nearby chair and stripped off its soft cushions. Running back, she lifted Laura with one hand and pushed the cushions under the writhing girl with the other.
Laura's buttocks were now at the right height. Her spread-eagled legs were open and a thin film of perspiration covered her whole blushing body.
"Let me get some vaseline or something to get her ready," Barbara cried out, remembering the first time her own asshole had been reamed by a cock and suddenly feeling a little sympathy for the other girl. "You'll tear her apart if you don't get something on her asshole!"
"Not a chance, lover!" Paul replied sadistically. "I want her to remember this for the rest of her fucking life!"
He moved ahead quickly until his hotly throbbing cock was jammed between her buttocks and its huge, bulbous tip was resting heavily on the cringing pink hole that led to her rectum.
As the terrible male staff poised at the entrance to her rectal passage, her body tensed and she began to struggle again. But Paul gripped her tightly around the waist with one hand and with sadistic cruelty, plunged the iron-hard cock into her tightly puckered asshole.
Laura screamed with pain and began bucking and twisting wildly. Her back passage felt as though it were on fire, although his cock had scarcely penetrated beyond the tight muscular ring at the entrance.
"Hold her down," Paul commanded Barbara.
In a flash, Barbara was in front of her again. The older woman sat down on the carpet heavily and grabbed Laura's arms. Once again her pussy was pressing into Laura's flesh, only this time it was at her head.
Laura smelled the slick female pussy wafting its aroma up to her and she fought down the desire to gag. It was bad enough having the terrible agony of Paul's cock thrusting lewdly into her back passage. It seemed even more obscene to have Barbara's vagina only inches from her mouth.
"Mmmmmnnnn ... stop ... arrrggghhhh ... stoppppp!" she wailed, the words lost in the soft pussy flesh of the other woman.
Laura had never known such pain and degradation. Paul's previous finger probing of her genitals was as nothing compared with this. She moaned and writhed but to no avail, for Barbara held her head firmly, forcing the captive young girl to let her face rub sensuously against the damp cuntal lips.
Behind her, Paul was forcing his tremendous cock, inch by torturous inch, into her anal opening, widening it and sending shivers of stinging pain through her whole body.
He'll tear me apart! Laura thought wildly. I'll never be able to take his thing in there! It's too big! Stark terror overcame her as she felt the charged, rubbery head press on into her inexorably, stretching the tight sphincter farther than it had ever gone before. All she could do was to push herself forward until her face was crushed against Barbara's wetly pulsing cunt.
He'll realize it doesn't fit, she thought, and he'll have to stop! But suddenly, with savage intensity, Paul plunged his massive tool forward with a vicious jerk, forcing the purplish head deep up inside her tightly clenched rectal passage. Laura screamed with pain and she felt as if she would faint from the searing, fiery sensations that shot through her back and bowels.
Taking his time and savoring every centimeter of his progress, Paul inched his lust-engorged cock up into her straining back passage, his brutal pleasure increased by her agonized cries. "Oooooohhhhh, baby!" he grunted as he pushed his long, hot cock into the tensely throbbing interior of her rectum.
Impaled as she was from behind by Paul's rigidly thick cock that ripped into her rectal flesh like a burning sword, and gripped mercilessly in front by Barbara, there was nothing the nakedly kneeling young girl could do but surrender and hope that her terrible ordeal would soon be over. Surrender completely! Her body was wracked by pain and her mind was awash with shame and self-loathing.
Paul began to slowly fuck her in and out, each cruel sodomizing thrust widening the still tightly resistant rear channel. Barbara twisted and jerked her hips, grinding her newly aroused and tingling pussy up into the lovely blonde's wetly smeared face. Paul increased his tempo, his dangling hairy balls slapping at the moistly quivering flesh of Laura's upturned vagina. In her most secret thoughts, she had never imagined such horrible things could happen to anyone-much less to herself.
Yet there was no denying it-she was being lewdly used to satisfy the perverted lusts of the older secretary whose wet cunt massaged her face.
"Shove it to the little bitch!" Barbara spat out as she twisted her hips and ground her pussy into the unwilling girl's face. "Ream that little asshole out good! Fuck her ... FUCK HERRRRRRRR!"
Tears of shame and humiliation poured down Laura's cheeks and mingled with the female come from Barbara's gaping cunt. She was being literally torn apart by the obscene male penis and she was almost overwhelmed by the grinding pressure that sent agonized shocks through her trembling body.
Suddenly she knew that the only way she could shorten this torture was to let them both satisfy their obscene lusts quickly. Only then could she find the precious relief her mind and body had to have. As hateful as the idea seemed, there was no other way. The more she fought them the more prolonged would be her punishment. Slowly, almost impreciptibly, she began to relax her tensed limbs and let Paul enter her more easily. It was more difficult than she thought, but finally, using all of her willpower, she slowly let her muscles relax.
Surprisingly, the pain lessened and she felt the first faint glimmer of hope for herself. It was still awful, of course, but at least she felt she would not be torn apart.
Barbara felt her resistance gone and here eyes lit up with delight. By God, she told herself, the little bitch is easing up and not fighting so much. Her lust-charged pussy was burning up with desire and she ground it more cruelly against Laura's face.
"Lick it," she whispered in a lewd voice to the other girl, "lick my pussy ... go ahead ... tongue it ... oh, yes ... that's it ... stick your tongue against it and suck ... SUCK!"
It was almost more than Laura could stand but she opened her lips slightly and the pink tip of her tongue came out to thrust against Barbara's twisting pussy flesh. The come-slickened pubic hair was revolting but Laura intuitively suspected that the private secretary was near orgasm so she began to tentatively lick at the horrid flesh.
Behind them, Paul Winslow saw what was happening and redoubled his terrible cock-thrusts deep up into Laura's asshole. He was fucking for dear life-as if he would never again experience anything so wonderfully obscene.
"Shake your ass ... move it, bitch ... MOVE IT!" he commanded, sweat pouring down his face. The tight little hole was massaging his throbbing cock like a thousand tiny fingers and it felt better than anything he had ever experienced. He looked down to see the pink flesh pull outward in a ragged edge as his prick pulled out of the beautiful hole. Then, as he rammed it forward, the flesh pulled inward as his groin ground into her quivering asscheeks.
All three bodies heaved and twisted shamelessly, each of them fighting for something different. For Laura the shame and humiliation was lessened by the fact that she had no other choice but to submit her lovely body to the obscene rapists at her front and rear. Let them do what they wanted with her, it was as if she were only a spectator to this lewd scene, with only the agonizing pain to remind her that it was her virginal body that was the object of their perversions.
Without being aware of what was happening, she intensified her tonguing of the contracting pussy and relaxed her ass muscles even more, opening the way for Paul's slicing, pounding penis to come into her anal hole as deeply as he wanted. For all she cared now he could tear her apart! destroy her!
Sensing her new abandon, Paul thrust his blood-engorged tool deeper and deeper, his hips pumping furiously. Barbara had lost herself in the radiantly sensual feelings that suffused her hotly throbbing vaginal cave and moaned passionately under Laura's flashing tongue.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYEEESSSSSSSSS!"
Paul grunted and heaved his burgeoning penis deeply into Laura's rectal passage, and she received his iron blows with increased terror. Despite herself, she began to drive her nakedly rotating buttocks backwards, actually opening herself to his thick, mighty organ deep inside her forever stretched rectum.
Suddenly she was almost overwhelmed by a new sensation. Instead of pain she was feeling pleasure! Tingling electrical shocks were coursing through her lower body and waves of ecstasy were replacing the agony. She blushed furiously at the awful thought that she could actually be enjoying this! But there was no mistaking the fact that she loved the powerful thrusts of Paul's cock. It seemed to answer a deep, never before acknowledged need to be completely battered and used. It was as if all her nerve endings had been taken out of herself and thrust forcibly into a churning maelstrom of erotic sensation. She was being caught up in whirling, boiling vortex of excitement. I want it, she realized with amazement. I want to be hurt! I have to be punished!
At the same time she felt a sense of guilt so overwhelming that she almost fainted. Everything her mother had always warned her about was coming true. Men were animals! But even worse, she was no better than an animal herself!
She was too excited and charged with lust to realize that she was about to convulse with the onrush of orgasm, grinding her naked buttocks back against Paul's heatedly pistoning cock, he could feel his white-hot sperm gathering in his throbbing balls, welling up and churning towards ultimate release. "Ah ... ahhhhhhh ... AHHHHHHH...." she moaned as the tension grew.
Barbara also felt her excitement double. Her entire vaginal sheath seemed to contract and bear downward with violent intensity as Laura, caught up in the onrush of climax, whirled and rammed her tongue madly in the gaping cunt. "OOOOOOHHHHH! I ... I'M COMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!" she shrieked loudly, as her heated vaginal walls suddenly began to secrete the sweet aching essence that gushed forth and washed like a steaming vapor down her wildly streaming pussy, cascading over Laura's plunging tongue and onto the girl's face.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Paul cried as his white-hot sperm began shooting far up into the tightly convulsing rectum of his newest conquest. Laura felt the boiling, surging river enter her hungrily milking rectum in a hot gush and spread throughout her trembling loins. Her sensually alive body felt as though it were shattering in a million pieces as her eagerly pulsating cuntal sheath gushed its own warm fluid in complete response to the mad climax that rocked the room. Closing her eyes, she could see wild explosions like starbursts of rocket fire behind her eyes, as she strained backwards, opening, opening, opening her asshole farther than she ever had before.
After draining the last of his thick, male fluid deep into her wildly clasping anal canal, Paul removed his still gorged, thick cockhead with a pop from her stretched and aching hole and slumped, exhausted on the floor.
Laura was shocked to realize that despite the torment, she felt strangely empty once it was gone. Barbara, her passion also ebbing away, sank back on the floor breathing heavily.
Finally released from their cruel grip, Laura raised her battered young body upwards. As her mind swirled, trying to gain consciousness, she suddenly knew that she had entered upon a path from which there was no escape for her. It had been terrible-awful-to be forced to submit to such shame and degradation. But she could see from the smug, obscene smiles on the faces of the other two that they shared her secret. She had actually enjoyed the obscene rape of her own asshole by the man. A sudden flood of shame washed over her and she crumpled in a heap on the floor, wishing she could die.
"Oh no," she sobbed. "No ... no ... no...."
Then, mercifully, she fainted.
Laura awoke suddenly as cool water from the swimming pool splashed against her naked flesh. She sat up groggily and saw that Barbara and Paul were lazily swimming back and forth, both of them completely nude. They were oblivious of her, laughing and giggling as Paul's hand tried to close on Barbara's thrashing legs.
The guilt and shame-ridden young blonde sat there for a few moments without stirring, unable to completely comprehend where she was or what was happeneing. She could see that she too was naked but she made no move to cover herself. When, at last, she did move slightly, she felt a searing pain go through her lower body and the nightmare of her forced sexual assault came back to her. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she remembered her own pleasure.
"Hey, lover, I think our young friend is awake!" Barbara called out to Paul.
"Ready for some action, baby?" Paul asked lewdly, swimming over to the edge of the pool where Laura sat. There was a smirk on his handsome face and an obscene look in his eyes.
"I ... I ... want to go home now," Laura managed to say, blushing deeply as Paul's eyes roamed over her nakedly exposed flesh. She could feel the goosebumps rising and knew that her nipples were hardening.
God how she hated these two people. It was all that she could do to face them now. They had done something so awful that she would never forgive them!
"Home? Shit, the party is just starting!" Paul announced, pulling himself from the pool and reaching for a nearby towel to dry himself. Even this act was obscene to the young girl. He rubbed his body sensuously with the soft material, taking long minutes to wipe the moisture from his dangling cock. Even soft it looked huge. Then he tossed the towel aside and went to the bar and poured three tall drinks. He brought them back and sat down beside Laura, handing her one. Barbara had swum to the edge of the pool and stayed in the water while she sipped the drink Paul gave her.
"Here, drink this," he said, thrusting the glass at her.
She took it, remembering how the others had made her mind fuzzy. The thing she wanted most in the world at this moment was to blur the awful memories racing around her tortured brain.
The alcohol was immediately effective. Laura gulped it greedily, praying for relief. When that was gone, Paul laughed and went to get her another. She drink this one even quicker than the other and soon her mind was blurred and she had trouble focusing her eyes.
"Hey, take it easy, baby," he said with a lewd grin, "we don't want you getting drunk on us!"
Suddenly the front door slammed and a look of terror came to Paul's previously self-assured face.
"Who in the fuck is that?" he whispered.
"Burglars?" Barbara answered in reply, her own face white.
Loud voices were coming from the front hallway.
"Oh, my God, it sounds like Mr. Pearson!" Paul said in a frightened voice. His eyes darted around until he saw his discarded swimming trunks. He scurried over to them and pulled them on quickly. "For God's sake," he said to Laura and Barbara, "get your fucking suits on, hurry up!"
Laura watched dazedly as Barbara came out of the water and swiftly put on her bikini. She wondered drunkenly who Mr. Pearson could be and why Paul and Barbara would be so frightened. The voices in the hallway were laughing now.
"Get her dressed, for chrissakes, while I go and see if I can smooth this over," Paul hissed at Barbara. Then he looked down at Laura, a mixture of fright and anger on his handsome face. "You better keep your mouth shut about what happened here, get it? If you don't, I'll ... I'll...." his voice trailed off with frustration.
Then he turned and quickly went out of the room toward the voices.
"Hurry, get this on," Barbara said to Laura, thrusting the bra and bikini bottom at the confused girl.
"But, who's Mr. Pearson?" Laura asked, her voice slurred.
"He's the president of the fucking company, that's who!" Barbara answered, helping Laura to pull the bikini bottom up over her aching hips and buttocks. "We're all in big trouble if he finds out what happened here tonight!"
"But, I didn't do anything ... you forced me ... you ... raped me!" Laura protested. "I'll tell him everything you made me do ... how you fooled me into coming up here and everything!"
Barbara knelt down beside the lovely blonde and slapped her as hard as she could across the face.
"You do and we'll fix it so you'll never work in this city again!" she spat out at the terrified girl. "Besides, he wouldn't believe you after I tell him how we've been having these threesomes for months!"
"But that would be a lie!" Laura retorted, her confusion deepening.
"Who do you think he'd believe, the company vice-president or an oversexed little bitch like you?"
Laura knew she was lost. Barbara was right. Why should anyone believe that a person could be as naive as she was. No one else would have let themselves get into a situation like this.
Laura and Barbara looked up as Paul Winslow re-entered the room with a silver-haired, distinguished looking man of about sixty. A thin, pretty woman in her early twenties followed them. The woman looked extremely bored but the older man's face wore a look of acute anger.
"This is Mr. Pearson, ladies," Paul said in an emotion-charged voice. "Mr. Pearson, this is Miss Sherwood, my secretary, and this is...." he pointed toward Laura. " ... this is Miss Jones from the typing pool. Like I told you, we just came up to do some sales budgets."
"Rot!" Mr. Pearson said, staring at the two women. "I've heard all about your sexual activities, Paul. And you know the company policy about fraternizing with female employees. I don't care what you do in your free time unless it's with employees or on company property!"
"But...." Paul started to protest, only to be silenced by Mr. Pearson.
"I don't want to hear any excuses," he said firmly. His eyes went down to Laura and he stared at the deep, purple bruises that were on her thighs and arms from Paul's strong fingers. "What have you been doing to that girl?"
"Doing to her?" Paul replied nervously, crossing to stand beside Laura. "We haven't been doing anything, have we Miss Jones? Tell him the truth! You got those bruises before you came here, didn't you?"
His voice was pleading.
Laura suddenly began to cry hysterically.
"I knew something was wrong," Mr. Pearson said, coming over to them and putting his arm around Laura's shoulders to comfort her. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably. "Susan, take Miss Jones and put her to bed. I want to talk to these two!"
Still sobbing, Laura felt herself being led out of the room by the older man's young companion. The girls fingers were tender on Laura's arm as they went down a long hallway toward the back of the house.
Susan turned into a dark bedroom and flicked on the light switch. It was as luxuriously furnished as the rest of the lodge with a king-sized bed, heavy oak dressers, and soft carpeting.
"Come on, honey, get under the covers and I'll tuck you in," Susan said. "You look like you've had quite an evening. What in the hell happened?"
Suddenly the whole story was pouring from Laura's lips. Susan listened with mounting anger as the young blonde told how she had been duped into coming to the lodge and then had her rectum violated by Paul Winslow while being forced to suck Barbara's pussy.
"Whew!" she said finally when the story was complete. "Pearson will have their asses for this. He mentioned on the way up that there had been complaints about Paul before this. I'll bet he fires them both!"
When she was safely snuggled under the warm covers, Laura took a good look at the other girl. Susan seemed to be about the same age as herself but there was an air of experience and boredom about her that made her seem years older. She was thin but well-built, with short black hair that framed her perfect features.
"Do you work for Mr. Pearson?" Laura asked, puzzled by the fact that she had never seen Susan in the office.
Susan sat down on the bed beside Laura before answering. She seemed to be trying to read the blonde's face.
"In a manner of speaking," she said finally, tucking the covers under Laura's chin. "I, uh, help Mr. Pearson out occasionally with, uh, personal problems."
There was something vague and mysterious about the words but Laura was too emotionally drained and physically exhausted to inquire further.
"Look, honey, why don't you try and get some sleep now. I'm going in to talk to Mr. Pearson. I'm sure everything will be straightened out and you'll probably go back to the city tomorrow, all right?"
Laura nodded gratefully. The bed was incredibly soft and she was already starting to doze off. She was barely aware that Susan had clicked off the light and quietly shut the door.
Susan strode back toward the front room cursing under her breath. She hadn't had the heart to tell the dazed and violated young girl that she was a call girl-a prostitute really, albeit a high-priced one-who catered often to Mr. Pearson's erotic tastes. There was nothing that Susan hadn't done with her body but she was furious that Paul Winslow and his secretary could have used Laura Jones so badly. Fucking perverts, she thought, they may have fucked her up for life!
It was one thing to screw somebody who was willing-eager even-to satisfy whatever lusts a person had. But it was something else entirely to take a naive and innocent girl like Laura and subject her to anal intercourse and cunnilingus.
I hope the fuck that Pearson fires them both, she said to herself.
She heard their loud vices as she neared the front room. Paul was angrily denying that Laura had been anything but a willing participant and Barbara was nodding her head as if to reinforce what he was saying. Arnold Pearson sat on a soft couch, a glass of bourbon in his hand and an angry look on his face. He turned to Susan when she entered the room.
"What did she tell you, Susan?" he asked quietly but firmly.
Susan told him the whole story, sparing him none of the sordid details. He sipped his drink as she went on, showing little emotion, except to stare at Paul occasionally.
"God damn it!" he said when she had completed the story. "I suspected that it was something like this." He turned to face Paul. "Lew Gossett was telling me about that last sales conference in Chicago. He said he had to pay some young hooker off after you had finished working her over!"
"I was drunk," Paul said lamely, looking at the floor.
"According to Lew, you and a couple of your men tried to gang rape her and when she wouldn't go along you beat the hell out of her. Is that right?"
"I might have slapped her a few times," Paul admitted dully. He knew his entire career was on the line and that it would do no good to lie to Pearson at this point. "Besides, she tried to bite my penis!"
If Arnold Pearson had heard the last remark he ignored it. He seemed to be lost in thought. A deep frown wrinkled his forehead as he finished the drink and then stood up. Despite the anger he felt at Paul Winslow and his secretary, Arnold Pearson was tremendously excited by the thought of Laura Jones' ordeal. His heart raced at the erotic thought of the virginal young girl forced to spread her unwilling young legs while Paul Winslow rammed his cock into her desperately clenching rectum.
At sixty years of age, Arnold Pearson was usually bored and indifferent to sex. Since the death of his wife several years ago he had submerged himself in building up the business, with scarcely a thought to his physical erotic needs. Oh, he still needed the physical release of a pussy occasionally. When he felt that familiar warmth in his groin and the mental distraction that always followed it, he called Susan and made arrangements to bring her up to the lodge. Then, for two or three days they would enjoy a prolonged bout of fucking that left him sated and bored again. They were here for just such a purpose tonight and he was angry and resentful at Paul bringing the two women here without his permission.
His thick cock was pounding as he went over every detail of Susan's description of how the obscene Paul and Barbara had used the young typist. Christ, he thought to himself, she looked so young and innocent standing there in her bikini and crying hysterically. He wondered if Laura really were a virgin as Susan had said. It had been almost forty years since he had felt the surge of excitement at ramming his cock into a virginal cunt. He tried to imagine what it would be like to spread Laura's luscious legs and gaze down at the helplessly sweet cunt before sliding his rampaging penis deep into that delicious slit.
"What are you going to do?" Susan asked with a look of distaste for the company vice-president and his secretary.
"Let me think a minute," Arnold replied, his mind racing with lewd and obscene thoughts. A voice in the back of his mind was saying why not? Why not take advantage of the situation and fuck the lovely blonde typist? The damage had already been done by Paul Winslow and nothing could ever change the fact that her asshole was-no longer virginal. Besides, he thought, I'll have to pay her off to keep her from going to the police. I might as well get my money's worth!
Suddenly he smiled.
Paul and Barbara were flabbergasted at the change in his countenance but they wisely kept silent.
"Maybe I can straighten this thing out without getting the police involved in this," he said, anxious to leave these three people and go to Laura's bedroom, "we wouldn't want any bad publicity for the company, would we?"
"Good thinking, Mr. Pearson!" Paul said fawningly. He was shaking with relief.
"But what are you going to do, Arnie?" Susan asked earnestly. She recognized the look of erotic excitement on his face and she didn't like it at all. "I mean, you aren't going to let them off that easy are you?"
"This is really none of your affair, Susan," Arnold replied stiffly. "After all, you're only a guest. This happens to be company business!"
"Shit! You're going to let them off after what they did to that poor girl?"
"That's enough of that," Arnold said firmly. He was more than a little fed up with the dark-haired prostitute. What the hell did she care what happened to Laura Jones after all the cocks she had had in her mouth and asshole? "You'll have to stay out of this and let me make the decisions!"
Paul was beaming happily now.
"Right, Mr. Pearson. I'm sure you can smooth everything over. I'm telling you, Laura really dug it after we got started." He turned to Barbara for support. "Didn't she, Barbara? Go ahead and tell Mr. Pearson how hot the little bitch got when she came!"
"She almost ate my pussy out," Barbara said, reaching doen between her legs and feeling the dark muff of her pubis. "I'll bet I've got teeth marks there!"
What the hell, Arnold Pearson thought, it's gone too far now to turn back. The pulsing mound at his groin was beginning to swell and he was anxious to get away from these three. Susan still looked petulant but she would get over it when he added a nice bonus to her usual payment.
"Why don't the three of you relax and enjoy yourselves while I go and talk to Miss Jones?" he said slyly, winking at Paul Winslow. He could see that Paul immediately got the message. "Susan, nothing's changed except that we're going to have a party instead of just a twosome!"
Susan shrugged in resignation. She had tried but it was no longer any of her business what they did to Laura Jones. She had come up here to fuck and she could fuck three or four people as easily as just Arnold. What did she care? her eyes were already roving over the handsome body of Paul Winslow. It had been a long time since she had had a customer as highly-sexed and well-hung as the good-looking man.
"You mean you want me to screw these two?" she asked Arnold Pearson, already knowing what the answer would be. There was a warm glow spreading through her damp pussy as she began stripping off her dress.
"Well, there's no reason you three shouldn't become better acquainted while I take care of the other business!"
He turned and left the room quickly, almost overjoyed at the way the weekend had turned out.
"Who's there?" Laura Jones whispered nervously when Arnold quietly opened the bedroom door.
"It's just me, honey," Arnold replied smoothly, shutting the door behind him with one hand as the other went down to the throbbing bulge at his groin.
CHAPTER FIVE
The beautiful young blonde shivered and burrowed deeper under the covers as the dim figure approached the bed. She had stripped off the bikini and lay there nude, her slender hands cupped over her softly swelling breasts protectively under the incredibly soft comforter.
Arnold Pearson stood by the side of the bed for a moment and then she felt his weight come down next to her. In her mind she tried to remember what he looked like. The man next ho her was powerfully built despite his age. Although his hair was silver, his handsome features were strong and attractive and, to Laura, he could have been anywhere between forty-five and sixty-five. Her eyes had become accustomed to the dark and she could see him staring down at her, his own eyes sparkling and seeming to send off little rays of light.
Suddenly he reached over to the bedside table and turned on the light. It was still dim in the room.
"Susan has been telling me about your, uh, unpleasant experience," he said slowly, savoring every word and watching intently for her reaction.
As he spoke, Laura could feel herself redden to the tips of her toes. His gaze was so frank and warm that she couldn't help it.
"I'd prefer not to talk about it," she whispered in reply.
"Come, come, my dear, it'll be better if you tell me all about it so that I'll know what to do," Arnold replied, patting her still-covered arm.
"B-but ... oh, it's so horrible ... I'm so ashamed...." Laura said, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "They made me do such awful things!"
Her eyes were huge and round as she spoke and her scarlet lips were trembling with emotion. Her tangled long blonde hair was spread out on the pillow and he had to fight the urge to reach down and pull the covers from her luscious body and feast his eyes on the charms he knew lay hidden there.
Go slow, he told himself, go slow or you'll never get her!
"I just want to help you, dear," he said soothingly, hoping that she couldn't see the pulsating cock that begged for relief. "You see, Paul Winslow and Miss Sherwood have told me an entirely different story than the one you related to Susan. I have to know the whole truth about this!"
He seemed so earnest that Laura couldn't remotely believe that he would believe them. For the young girl who had never known a father he seemed safe and comforting to her. He would protect her! He would see that they didn't hurt her anymore!
Before she could stop herself she was pouring out the whole story again. The words gushed out rapidly-she told him everything-how she had been duped into coming up here on the pretext of helping them with office business-how she had resisted Paul's advances at first and then begged him to not do those horrible things to her. On and on it went.
Arnold was becoming more excited by the minute. As the innocent girl talked the covers had fallen away and her arms were waving about to emphasize her story. His eyes bored into the voluptuous breast flesh of her two luscious half-moons. She seemed unaware of her nakedness and oblivious to the fact that he was licking his lips obscenely as he watched her nipples dance about invitingly. Oh Christ, he thought, I want to suck those gorgeous little orbs!
When her words had stopped, he looked directly into her eyes.
"Paul and Barbara both were very positive that you enjoyed having him have anal intercourse with you," Arnold said, a thin edge of passion in his voice now. "Is that true?"
"I didn't ... oh, I didn't...." Laura protested, begging him to believe her. He had to-he just had to!
"You mean to say you didn't feel any pleasure down there?" As he spoke the words his hand went under the covers and rested on her burning thigh. "None at all?"
Laura blushed wildly as she shook her head. She couldn't admit that to him! She tried to move her body away from his hand but it lay there heavily.
"Now, now, don't get excited," he cooed. "Just think of me as a ... a doctor! Or an old family friend! After all, I did study medicine before I went into the insurance business."
There was something calming and comforting about his words and Laura relaxed again. She could tell him what she had felt. He wouldn't think any less of her. He wasn't like her carping mother with her fanatic hatred of pleasure.
"I-I ... I did feel something," she confessed, avoiding his eyes.
Arnold's eyes were glazing over with lust from her lurid description of her ass-rape and the feel of her velvety flesh under his sweating hand.
"Just before it was over I felt ... oh, God, I can't describe it ... it was like an explosion inside me ... only it felt ... felt warm and wonderful and ... and satisfying!"
He smiled as his hand inched toward her waiting cunt. His fingertips could already feel the soft silk of her pubic hair and his cock was jerking wildly now.
"I think I had better examine you to see if they hurt you," he lied, gently pulling the covers away from her tensing body. There was a shocked look on her face and her lips were pursing as if she were about to scream.
"Remember, I was almost a doctor," he said reassuringly. The soft covers slipped away easily until she was completely exposed to his lustful eyes. Her wonderfully slim thighs were still locked tightly together and she naively closed her eyes.
It's all right, she told herself, it's all right! He just wants to help me. This is certainly no worse than having Paul Winslow tear my bikini off. His hands felt warm and soft as his fingers played over her flat stomach sensuously. She tried to imagine that she was in a doctor's office on an examining table and that Mr. Pearson was the family doctor-an old and trusted advisor who was just going to examine her to see if she had been hurt by the awful Paul.
Arnold Pearson was almost out of his mind with desire now but he kept himself in check. Go slow and enjoy this, he told himself as he gently pried her legs apart. Her whole crotch was open and exposed to him from the moist, pink furrow of her pussy nestled in the sparse, softly curling blonde tangle of her pubic hair to the tiny puckered little anal opening that looked bruised.
The nordic looking young girl lay there and let his hands roam over her flesh. Her lush young body, usually so pale and cool to the touch was flushed and glistening with sweat. The sight of her so nakedly vulnerable and defenseless, her legs spread wide, made Arnold's throat tighten with passion. His eyes were wild as he gazed down at her moistly quivering cunt, which seemed to contract in fear under his eyes. Suddenly, without any warning, he brought his whole palm down on the quivering girl's pussy, covering it from the little bud of her clitoris to the clenching buttock furrow.
"Oh, don't ... don't ... please," she cried out suddenly, squirming under his gentle manual manipulation of her cunt. "You shouldn't! Don't ... oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...."
Her voice changed from fright to pleasure as he expertly tweaked her virginal clitoris, sending the tiny bud of super-charged sexuality springing to life.
She wanted him to stop but she couldn't help the feeling of warm excitement she felt as he continued to probe and massage at her cunt. This was nothing like the brutal treatment she had been subjected to by Paul. Arnold Pearson was comforting and understanding. He was bringing her a warm glow of sensuous pleasure that she had herself experienced when she accidently touched herself down there!
"Just relax now, I want to check your anus," Arnold said, almost breathless with passion.
He felt her suddenly tighten her buttocks and the tiny bruised hole disappeared between her tightly clenched asscheeks. Gently he pried them apart as he continued to soothe her with his voice and hand.
Laura was being torn apart by the opposing feelings she was experiencing. She knew what was happening was wrong and that she shouldn't be so calmly lying there while the man examined parts of her body that even she never touched. Yet there was a gnawing hunger growing in her lower body-a feeling of frustration and unfulfillment that was driving her mad as the softly probing fingers continued to press into her defenseless pussy.
"Aaaggghhhhh ... oh, don't!" she cried out as his middle finger brushed over her anal opening. Shivers of fright shook her and she tried to wriggle away.
"I won't hurt you," Arnold replied quickly, pulling his finger away. "There, there, dear I just want to examine you!"
"It hurts so much," Laura said, opening her eyes and fixing them on his flushed face. "It feels like he tore me apart down there!"
There was no longer any need for pretense and Arnold pulled his palm away from Laura's crotch and stood up. She watched in wide-eyed alarm as he stripped off his shirt and pants.
"W-what are you doing?" she wailed.
Arnold ignored the question, stripping off his shorts and, almost unconsciously, his hand found the hairy sac of his testicles which throbbed and burned between his legs, aching for release. His penis, long and thick, was engorged with blood, making the cord-like blue veins stand out in sharp relief from the pulsing, purplish column. The look of terror on Laura's face only inflamed him the more, making him feel powerful and capable of anything. He had to shove his hard cock up into that wonderful pulsing hole between her legs.
Despite the horror she felt, Laura was strangely fascinated by what was happening, as though a part of her were standing at a distance and watching, not personally involved at all.
For the second time in just hours she had been fooled. Once again she had let her natural trust get her into a situation of obscene terror.
"I don't blame Paul," Arnold said coarsely. "It's no wonder he wanted you. Did you let him play with your cunt too? Did you let him feel your little pussy until he was half out of his mind with lust?"
"No! It wasn't that way! He raped me!" Laura screamed out, trying desperately to pull the covers up over her cringing body.
Grinning obscenely, his eyes glazed with lust, he came toward the bed, still stroking the long, blue-veined column of his prick and massaging the heavy, sperm-filled testicles that swung lewdly down between his muscular legs. He leaned over the bed and seized her hand with an iron grip. Shoving it down between his legs, he forced her to touch his hotly pulsing flesh. Her nostrils caught a faint musky aroma of pungent masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and down over the hard rubbery surface.
The touch of her small hand around the heavily throbbing hardness of his cock aroused gender feelings in Arnold. Closing his eyes for a moment he let himself savor the tingling flashes of pleasure that surged through him, making him tremble with excitement. This was even better than he had imagined it would be. Susan and the other girls and woman he had had were good but it was too much a customer/client relationship. This girl was something else!
He collapsed on the bed next to her writhing body.
"Oh, honey," he moaned into the soft sensuous curve of her neck, "you won't regret this. You'll see! I won't hurt you like Paul did!"
As though she had not even heard his words, Laura was seized by a sudden flash of anger. Her mother was right-men were all the same!
Sensing her resistance, he grabbed her roughly by the buttocks as he rolled on top of her lovely body, fitting his lust-swollen cock against her tight little cuntal opening and, with one hard, ramming motion, shoved his pulsating length deep up into her belly.
His swollen rod was so thick that she felt as though the heavy end of a huge pole had been shoved inside her naked vagina, tearing her flesh apart as it rammed toward her belly.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" she screamed, struggling fiercely to get away. But every body movement only forced the tortuous invading cudgel deeper up into her frantically resisting cuntal sheath.
"I'll be good to you, you'll see ... you'll see...." Arnold moaned, savoring every moment of her jerking body against his aging flesh. Then, he lowered his head and began sucking wildly on her heaving breasts, drawing the succulent hardened nipples into his slobbering mouth and slavering obscenely over them with his tongue.
Oh God, he'll kill me! Laura moaned. He'll rip me apart with his disgusting penis. It was no longer just her sanity that she was fighting to save-now it was her life! With every deep thrust of his throbbing cock into her savagely brutalized vagina, she screamed.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed aloud. "STOP IT! I CAN'T STAND ANY MORE! OH GOD, I CAN'T STAND IT!"
"Oh, it's so tight ... it feels so good!" Arnold retorted, pulling his mouth from her tortured breasts he buried his face in her neck, kissing her so hard he raised a welt on her nakedly sensitive skin. He wanted to fuck her forever-to shoot his sperm from his aching loins deep into the contracting cunt. He had to subjugate her entirely until she could resist no longer. Almost sadistically he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her even harder and twisted his pelvis cruelly up against her own hair-covered pubic mound until he could feel the hard bone underneath her sweet flesh.
"Fuck your cunt back at my cock," he growled, digging the fingers of his hand harder into the soft half-moons of her buttocks. "Oh, you beautiful little piece of ass you, fuck back!"
On and on the wild pummeling of her helpless body went. The more she tried to contract her ravaged pussy and keep him out the more brutal were his mighty thrusts. His hairy testicles banged into her upturned asscheeks every time he thrust forward and buried his pulsing prick into her belly.
The more she screamed and wailed the harder he pumped in and out until she was covered from head to toe with a mixture of both their heated perspiration.
"You're killing me ... oh, don't ... unnnnnggghhhhh!" she rasped, her voice dry and pleading.
But he was like an obscene animal that could understand nothing but the tremendous pressure in his balls and the wildly exciting knowledge that he was fucking into a cunt where no male rod had ever been. Everything else was forgotten. It no longer mattered that he was the respected head of a large corporation or that he was brutally raping a young employee. He had, at all cost, to have this delicious piece of ass and he would have given up everything for it!
Laura had stopped struggling, her mind almost unconscious from what she had been through since leaving the city and coming to this isolated and obscene house. The tension had gone from her willowy limbs and she lay there like a corpse while he labored over her, his thick prick pummeling her at will. Her mind was filled with the image of her dead mother screaming at her: "Animals-they're all animals!"
Then, Arnold pulled her harshly against him, pulling her buttocks apart with the palms of his hands. Powerless to resist, she cringed as his fingers began to teasingly explore the full length of her moistened ass-furrow.
"Oh God, no ... not that too!" she screamed, as the sharp tip of his middle finger began to probe the tiny entrance to her anal passage. But the older man stopped her protests by jamming his mouth against hers so hard that she thought she would faint from the intensity of it. His thick tongue forced her scarlet lips apart and he began to thrust the wet oral member against hers. She had to fight down the urge to gag as the triple assault on her orifices continued.
Amazingly, the feel of his hand back there had a strange and overwhelming effect on the girl. Instead of pain she began to feel the same lewd and wanton warmth spread out through her lower limbs as she realized that he was about to shove his finger into her anus.
With a cruel thrust he pressed it past the puckered sphincter and into her churning nether opening. It hurt terribly but he thrust again and the pain and agony was suddenly mixed with pleasure. She had to make an effort to keep from grinding her buttock cheeks obscenely back in time to the piston-like rhythm of his finger, which moved relentless up and down the warm buttery passage of her bruised anal canal.
Oh God, what's happening to me? Laura's mind screamed. I mustn't let this happen-I can't let this happen! Digging her nails into his shoulders, she struggled with all her might to fight down the quivering, tickling sensations that spiraled through the lower part of her naked body. Arnold's massively thick penis was ramming her like a burning sword, widening her tender little cuntal channel against her will, ripping along the interior and slamming like a sledge hammer against the sensitive tip of her cervix. At the same time he was shoving his middle finger brutally all the way up into her tightly clenched little rectal sheath.
The impaled young blonde's body was being convulsed with a wild, searing sensation of delicious rapture-a feeling so overwhelming that she almost fainted. How could thin be happening? she wondered. Before he had pressed his finger into her rectum she had been in agony. Now, just seconds later she was beginning to grind and twist her smoothly churning young buttocks against the twin impalement. It was as though he had released a long-submerged demon in her.
Laura felt every area of her body suddenly assaulted with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the desperately clenching anal passage, wildly exciting waves of pleasure began to wash over her, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity until her whole naked body was trembling and writhing, out of control. She had never felt anything so excruciatingly intense in her entire life, and she began to moan softly, involuntarily.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... don't ... stop ... oh God," she babbled incoherently, her hands trembling in futile gestures to keep him away. She couldn't let her body betray her again as it had when Paul Winslow had ravaged her. This time she had to be strong. It was terribly wrong to take pleasure from the finger snaking in and out of her anus while Arnold's penis ravaged her vagina.
"You like it, don't you?" Arnold cooed, delirious with erotic joy at having aroused the young girl to such passion. As he spoke he rammed his finger even further into her back passage and was rewarded with a cry of ecstasy from her lovely mouth.
"Yes ... yessss...." she moaned, twisting her body wantonly against his. She too was a demon consumed with only one desire-to take his finger as far up in her hungrily working asshole as she could and force him to release the long suppressed passion that until that very moment she had not known existed.
Never before in his sixty years of life had Arnold Pearson ever felt so powerful. This was no hundred dollar hooker simulating passion to please a customer! This was a young and beautiful girl of no experience who he-Arnold Pearson-had brought to the very heights of sexual abandonment with his rampaging cock. He felt as if he were capable of anything-everything! His male ego soared as Laura strained her pussy and asshole against his finger and throbbing prick. Instead of resistance, he found her pulling her long gorgeous legs even further apart so as to take more and more of his body into her lust-charged orifices.
"Harder ... do it harder!" she cried out, overcome with the intensity of her new-found lust. "Oh, yes ... do it ... make me feel good again!"
Suddenly he went rigid, his blazing eyes staring down at her. He wanted more ... much more! "Tell me what you really want!"
Laura couldn't stand it and she pressed her heated flesh up against him and wriggled her buttocks provocatively down against his invading finger.
"Don't stop ... please don't stop now!"
"You want me to fuck your cunt and your asshole, don't you?"
"Oh yes!"
"Then say it!" he ordered, his body still poised over her, just the head of his cock resting inside her desperately clenching pussy. "Say the right words ... say fuck and cunt!"
This was too much for her. She couldn't say those words. It would be too degrading. But she knew that she had to have more of the wonderful male cock pounding into her vagina and rectum until she was completely satisfied.
"Say it!" he repeated.
"Oh God, yes, I want you ... isn't that enough?"
"No! Tell me exactly what you want me to do!"
His obscene voice was taunting her.
She had to have more. Had to feel the terrible hardness of him impaling her fiery, lust-incited orifices. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried.
"F-f-fuck my c-cunt," she begged. "Don't stop fucking my cunt!"
"What else?" he asked slyly, ramming his cock forward brutally and burying it deep up inside her grateful pussy.
"Do it to my a-ass...." her tiny voice faltered over the strange word.
"SAY IT!"
"My asshole ... oh God, fuck my asshole ... shove your finger in further ... hurt me ... oh, it feels sooooo good ... soooooo good ... do it harder ... harder ... HARDERRRRRRR!"
Once the words were out she was like a wild animal. Arnold resumed the savage thrusts of his heated cock and finger into her with an enthusiasm that surprised them both. His whole body shook again and again as he pumped the torrid column of meat into her clasping cunt.
"AAAAHHHHHH! OOOHHHHHHH ... MMMMNNNNNNN!" the quivering young blonde groaned, rapturous from the intense pleasure-filled thrusts of his penis and finger. "FUCK ME ... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
She brought her long lovely legs up and clasped them around his back, digging her heels into his perspiring flesh. She was pumping up to meet every downward thrust now, moaning and groaning with the exquisite sensations that flooded through her body. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good and she wanted it to continue forever.
The change in the young girl charged Arnold's body with an entirely new level of excitement. His sperm-bloated balls shook and bounced beneath his wildly hammering cock and began to inflate and swell with male juices.
"I can't wait much longer," he shouted. "Oh Christ, I'm going to come ... I'm going to come!"
Hot male sperm gushed through his balls with an incredible flood of aching release and spurted up the length of his suddenly wildly jerking penis, spewing into her hot, wet pussy. Explosion after explosion of creamy liquid shot up into Laura's now frenzied, eagerly clasping cuntal sheath and madly contracting asshole.
"UUUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!" she screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders as she tried to force more and more of the wonderful cock and finger into her Site was coming too! Coming with a vengeance! Her wetly pulsating pussy convulsed with uncontrollable spasms as she felt the orgasm overwhelm her. She was completely decimated by the extraordinary sensations of ecstasy that consumed her and carried her up, floating softly for a long moment, then brought her gently back to earth.
After what seemed like an eternity, Arnold slipped his finger and his gradually softening cock out of her sperm-flooded rectum and vagina and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and with the flush of passion still on her face, he thought she looked beautiful. Spontaneously, he clasped her close to him, his arms, indeed his whole body, still trembling from their exertions.
"Oh, baby, you're fantastic," he murmured into her hair, suddenly filled with tenderness for the young blonde typist.
She let him hold her like that for long moments, still confused by the depths of her newfound passion. His now limp cock lay against her damply pulsating pussy and the glow remained in her violated anus. She wanted to cry out for him to fuck her again-to shove the cock back into her while his finger manipulated her rectum and brought back the wonderful sensations. In her ignorance she thought he could get his limp prick hard at will.
"Did you like that, baby?" Arnold asked finally, feeling her pelvis move about sensuously under him. "Did you like the way I fucked you?"
The young girl was torn between hatred for man and the overwhelming need to have the blazing fire inside her quenched again. Without opening her eyes, she nodded. Now that she had tasted the forbidden fruits of sex she knew that she never again could do without it. But it puzzled her that she had felt nothing but pain until he had used his finger in her burning rectal opening. Only then she experienced the wild delights of orgasm.
Suddenly Arnold rolled off her and onto his back, his legs spread wide apart and his limp cock lying against his thigh like an exhausted snake.
"That was the best little piece of ass I've had for forty years," he said with a smug, satisfied look on his face. His hand came over to rest in the wetly pulsing crotch of Laura.
"Mmmmnnnnnnnn," she moaned with pleasure as his fingers found the hardened little shaft of her clitoris and began to tenderly massage it.
There was no question in his mind that she wanted more of his cock and he wondered it he could fuck again so soon. Despite the weariness he felt, he knew that his prick was throbbing again. Christ, he thought, she's like a nymphomaniac when she gets going. How in the hell did she ever save her cherry for so long?
"Want me to make you feel good again?" he asked gently, already knowing what the answer would be.
"Mmmmnnnn ... yes ... yessss...." she murmured, blushing from the admission of her own wantonness.
Before she knew what was happening, Laura felt his hands wandering over her soft, full breasts, and squeezing them tenderly, affectionately. She felt a twinge of her old guilt, but was completely unable to resist as though the man had woven some strange hypnotic spell over her.
"You have a beautiful body, my dear," he said softly, his breath close to Laura's face as he bent over and kissed her wetly on the lips.
As the man's lips closed down on hers, gently at first so that she could feel the full, warm softness of his mouth, she tried to keep her mouth rigid. But slowly, under his insistent pressure, she could feel his tongue forcing its way between her tightly clenched teeth and delving into the depths of her throat.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnnn," she muttered, trying to force her mouth away from his, but he was holding her securely now.
"My lovely, sweet little girl," he said, taking her more firmly into his arms. "I know I can make you feel good, I can help you to be happy!"
Laura suddenly wanted to be sick, but strangely enough she could feel herself reacting to the tenderness of this older man. It wasn't like the cruel, rough treatment she had endured before. It was a patient tenderness that was arousing her and not a cold, hard animalistic instinct.
She was unable to speak under his gentle, exciting caresses.
His hands caressed her breasts with an expert knowledge, and ran down her sides and her back while their bodies were locked together. She was getting more and more excited under his gentle hands and she could feel her damp pussy coming to life again. Instinctively, she reached down between their bodies until her hands found his half-hard cock. Slowly and lovingly, she encircled the dread prick with her fingers and began to pump back and forth on it. It gave her a tremendous sense of joy when the throbbing instrument began to swell and jerk.
Laura could scarcely believe what she was doing. She was actually fondling a man's cock and wishing to have it inside her again. She knew it was beyond all moral decency, but somehow she didn't care because she was beginning to feel so good-just as he had promised she would. She surrendered to the delightful new thrills that were engulfing her bewildered senses. She kissed Arnold's face and her kisses were returned eagerly, hungrily.
They were deeply engrossed in exploring each other's bodies, covering each other with hot kisses, when Arnold finally pulled away. Laura tried to protest but he calmed her.
"I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life! Just relax and let me do all the work."
She hated it when he pulled his mammoth, lust-engorged cock out of her hand and slid down further on the bed until his head was poised over her breasts.
"Yes ... yes...." Laura agreed spontaneously. She was past all sense of right and wrong now, all she wanted was to have him bring back the rapture of orgasm to her.
The silver-haired executive leaned over the eagerly trembling young blonde and began to lick every inch of that luscious body with his expert, hot tongue. He made a warm trail from the tip of her straining, hardened nipples slowly down over her flat stomach. She was completely enchanted and she relaxed as tingling tremors ran through her entire body from the man's incredible oral activity. Soon the darting tongue found its way to the sparse, softly curling patch of pubic hair that curved like a protective bush around the golden slit of Laura's come-socked cunt.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh ... that feels wonderful...." the passive, lovely girl moaned ecstatically as the man's moistened tongue touched her delicate petal-like folds of cuntal flesh. "Wonderful ... so goooooodddddddd!"
"Just relax, dear," he murmured passionately, "I'm going to suck your pussy for you!"
CHAPTER SIX
Arnold Pearson gazed up to see Laura's eyes closed in rapturous happiness. His heart leapt excitedly as he realized that he was giving this strange new creature such enormous pleasure.
He could hardly contain his own excitement at the thought of such sweet pussy flesh only a few inches from his face. Then, she moaned again and spread her legs further apart in open invitation to him and he went back to his task up between the young blonde's legs with renewed enthusiasm. He ran his tongue up and down the entire length of Laura's warmly quivering pussy lips, sending waves of trembling pleasure upwards throughout her body.
"Oooooohhhhhh...." Laura sighed, "oooooohhhhhhhh!"
The lusty man concentrated on finding the little pulsing bud of the clitoris and doing so, he began to massage it lewdly with his lips and tongue, finding just the right spot he hoped would drive his young typist wild with frenzy. At the same time he let his hands rove adventurously over Laura's smooth, sleek breasts and shoulders as he voraciously sucked and licked the delicate nub of flesh until it began to quiver passionately, coming erect like an eager little penis.
Anxious to return some measure of affection to the sensuous older man, Laura let her hand flutter down to stroke the silver hair as he continued to tongue lash her wildly rejoicing pussy. Her body began to writhe sensuously and her mouth fell laxly open in awe-struck happiness. Never in her wildest dreams did the lovely blonde realize that she could find such enjoyment in sexual embrace let alone in allowing a man to tongue her there! It was almost impossible that such a thing could be happening-yet it was!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Laura groaned aloud as her clitoris began to tremble with waves of hot pleasure. "Keep licking!" she found herself begging him.
But Arnold Pearson had other plans. He slid his thick tongue down across her pulsing cuntal lips and deep into the little crevice between her buttocks, coming to rest with the pink tip against her tightly puckered anal opening.
Laura shivered and drew in her breath as she realized what he was doing. Oh God, she thought, it feels soooo good!
Arnold suddenly darted his tongue directly into the tightly puckered entrance of Laura's nether hole.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS!" the hotly aroused young girl cried out as she felt, for the first time in her life the maddening thrill of a tongue in the moist and trembling rectum. Arnold flicked the darting tip artfully into the quivering rectum. Arnold flicked the darting tip artfully into the quivering sheath and jolting flashes of forbidden pleasure surged through Laura's body as his snake-like oral member slid lewdly into the warm, velvety walls of her anal canal.
Laura opened herself fully to the probing tongue, reaching down and spreading her legs with her hands as she arched up to give him complete access to the orifice.
Arnold pressed his face into the heated flesh and his tongue plunged deeply into the eager, love-hungry passage.
It's like having a little cock in there, Laura mused, delirious with warm desire. I never would have thought it could be so wonderful as this! Never!
Arnold's whirling, rotating tip deftly probed the pulsing, buttery interior of Laura's inexperienced asshole, and as the walls of her rectum began to undulate ecstatically, Laura was eager to increase the new thrills that surged through her.
Mother was wrong, she thought excitedly. She was completely wrong! There can't be anything bad or dirty about something that felt so wonderful!
Wantonly, she began to grind her moistly trembling young buttocks up into his face as the man continued to drive his tongue deeply into the clasping asshole while his experienced hands massaged Laura's young nipples until those hardened buds were exploding with delight.
"MMMMMMMMMnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Laura mewled, her body bathed with luxurious waves of hotly rippling lust.
"Turn around," Arnold ordered, pulling tongue out of her asshole and staring up at her across her quivering belly and flattened soft breasts. "Hurry up, turn around, I want you to do me too!"
Laura was confused as to what he meant, but before she could ask he moved back from her warmly perfumed pussy and quickly swung his body around, positioning it so that his obscenely-bloated cock jerked against her heated shoulder. Then he bent down over her, supported by his elbows, and plunged his thick tongue into her asshole again, licking greedily at the moist, pungent orifice.
Something somewhere in the back of her tortured mind told her what he wanted to do and she was shocked at this new demand. How could he expect her to put her mouth on his genitals. The whole idea of touching the terrible rod with her mouth made her want to throw up. Instead, she gingerly reached out and took it in her hand, hoping that he would be satisfied if she manually manipulated his throbbing penis.
He pulled away from her crotch again and looked back over his shoulder angrily.
"I don't want you to pull me off," he shouted. "I want you to suck it!"
She couldn't. It was too much to ask. Anything else, but she could never do that, never take a man's cock into her mouth. Especially if it had just been in her own vagina, fucking her to a state of delirium and then shooting its juices in to flood her to overflowing.
"You want me to stop tonguing your asshole?" he asked threateningly. "Huh, do you?"
Laura couldn't stand it. If she didn't find release again she thought she would go mad. She couldn't let him stop the delirious pleasure that was flooding through her trembling body. What did it matter, she thought, what does it matter if I do what he wants? At least I'll have the raging fire in my bottom satisfied.
"GO ON!" he ordered, out of patience now.
Laura closed her eyes tightly and let her own hand guide the thickly pulsing cock toward her tightly clenched mouth. At first she couldn't bring herself to open the scarlet lips even a little bit. But as his warm tongue began to dart in and out of her tightly puckered anal entrance again she knew she had to do this terrible thing.
Then, all of her resistance gave way and she found herself with her lips rounding instinctively and her tongue flicking out of her mouth for a furtive taste before she made a hungry little gurgling sound and drew it between her lips and teeth, her nose snuggling tightly into the stiff hair of his huge testicles that dangled down from his groin.
Just as her mouth closed over the huge, bulbous cockhead, he thrust downward, plunging the elongated column of flesh past her tongue and toward the back of her throat. Shame filled her eyes and tears dripped down her cheeks as she felt him arch his hips for another downward thrust. His penis was sunk into her mouth so that her cheeks were puffed out. She could taste the pungent sweetness of her own juices on the slickened flesh. And she could smell the distinct aroma of his own come and his maleness. She thought that this was the ultimate degradation. She felt lower than any whore, more immoral than even her own mother could possibly believe. But she couldn't help herself. She had to have the wonderful and delicious feelings of orgasm shoot through her trembling body again.
Arnold groaned as her tongue began to run back and forth on the mouth-filling cock. His own tongue alternated between the clasping hole between her buttocks and the feverishly pulsing cuntal lips and he knew that he was driving her wild with lewd abandon. Her love juices flowed out freely to trickle down and soak the softly curling pubic hairs that lined the lips of the delicious cuntal slit, cascading down the satin flesh of her smooth inner thighs.
He pushed his tongue between her ripe, openly spread buttocks, flicking it teasingly over the moist hole of her anus, then down into the thin, bearded little mouth of her pussy.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" Laura moaned as his hot spear dug into her rectum. She was unconsciously taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, timing the upward thrust of her hips with the probing of his oral member. She sputtered and gagged as the now monstrous shaft brushed all the way to the hilt between her lips and drove relentlessly down to her tonsils.
And then suddenly, Laura felt the rising tide of orgasm begin anew deep in her hotly quivering belly. The very obscenity of the act she was doing, the debasement and degradation which she'd accepted from this perfect stranger almost with gratitude, combined with the wild sensations of his tongue buried deep in her rectum and the pleasnat teasing of his finger on her clitoris to make strange ripples of fire dance madly through her shattered nerves. She licked and sucked hungrily at the fleshy rod that was imbedded so deep in her mouth, her own saliva flowing as freely as her vaginal lubricants, mingling with the love juices and semen his heavily fucking cock had placed in her mouth. She sucked at it frantically, as if she wanted more of it, as if she wanted her mouth violated by the spurting semen she knew would come.
And, in spite of her horror and revulsion at the lewd, obscene act she was committing, her own insides suddenly erupted in great white flashes of fire, trembling and tunneling through her veins in an endless stream of building pleasure.
"AAAAHHHHHH ... MMMMNNNNNN!" she moaned incoherently, her mouth filled with the massive cock that pumped in and out between her scarlet, drooling lips.
At the same time as her own orgasm blasted through her body, Laura felt Arnold stiffen for a second before his white-hot male sperm exploded in her mouth. She tried to keep from swallowing the scalding liquid but there was no way to escape it and her throat worked furiously to drink it all down.
Her climax had burst deep up inside her. She groaned around the thrusting cock in her mouth as the orgasm flooded in great sensual waves around the tongue that was jerking rapidly in and out of her hotly clasping rectal opening. It was like something she'd never dreamed of, indescribably, great waves of ecstasy and release that rushed through her body and made her scream with muffled joy even as she gulped down Arnold's hot male come.
She was a complete woman now. No longer would she be the timid and virginal little typist. For now she knew that she could never again do without the maddening rapture of prolonged and frequent sex. No cost would be too great to bear for the wild sensations of exquisite joy that she was experiencing.
Little strings of pearl-white male sperm oozed out of the corners of her luscious lips as her cheeks bulged with the precious liquid. Instead of slowing down, Arnold continued to pump his throbbing prick in and out of her contracting, suctioning mouth.
Then, slowly, he pulled his deflating cock from her hungrily sucking oral cavity.
"Nooooo ... not yet...." she moaned, still grinding out her own orgasms as his tongue strained to go ever deeper into her nether channel.
But it was over and Arnold collapsed on the bed beside her, his head resting near her sensuously moving hip. He licked the fragrant female juices from his lips greedily as he tried desperately to catch his breath.
"Oh, baby, that was great ... just great," he murmured, reaching out to rest his hand on her soft inner thigh. "Did you like it?"
The sex-satiated young blonde wanted to say no, to tell him that she was disgusted with herself for the terrible things he had done to her and made her do to him. But her mind told her what a lie that would be. She had loved every minute of his expert seduction of her asshole with his tongue. It was something she would never forget-not if she lived to be a hundred years old!
"It was wonderful," she answered in a low, sexy voice, her hand reaching for the limp cock that lay only inches from her face. "It was just wonderful!"
In the huge front room of the lodge, Paul Winslow was watching the willowy dark-haired young girl strip off her bra and panties. Barbara Sherwood sat with her legs dangling in the pool, a tall drink in her hand and a look of irritation on her face. The last thing she wanted at this moment was to have to share Paul with another woman.
She too was watching Susan snake out of her panties and she had to admit that the girl was built for sex. She was far from voluptuous, of course, but there was something sensual and es-citing about the girl's softly swelling breasts with their little pink nipples and the long, slim legs that were made for wrapping around a man's back while he fucked into the sweet pussy that lay between them.
"Are you old man Pearson's private stock?" Paul asked, emboldened by his employer's previous attitude. "I don't remember ever hearing anyone in the office mention you."
Susan tossed aside the flimsy silk panties and smiled at the handsome young executive seductively.
"Oh, I don't limit myself to him! He's just another customer. A well-paying and steady one if you'd really like to know!"
Paul laughed.
"What do you know about that, the old goat has really got some lead left in his pencil, huh?"
"He's man enough for me," Susan replied, pouring herself a stiff drink and then pointing to Barbara. "What about her, is she your private stock?"
"I'll bet she's had more cocks in her than you have, baby!" he said with a lewd grin, tracing the dark triangle that rose from her luscious legs. "And she swings both ways."
Susan looked down at the naked secretary and smiled. As much as she liked the wonderful feeling of a hard male rod ramming into her, she enjoyed an occasional bout with another woman. Barbara looked like the kind of person who could really dig her tongue into a girl's throbbing pussy.
"Is that right, honey?" she asked.
Barbara hated the prostitute's tone but she was attracted to the slender girl at the same time. Her pussy still burned from the feel of Laura's hungrily sucking mouth against it and if tonight was going to turn into an orgy, she was going to get her share of the fun. She patted the space on the floor beside her.
"Why don't you sit down and find out?" she taunted.
Susan looked back and forth between the woman on the floor and Paul, who was standing nearby, fingering his lust-swollen cock lovingly.
"Do you mind, lover?" she asked him.
Paul's cock was still a little sore from the tight asshole of Laura Jones and he was in no special rush to fuck again so soon. He knew that the sight of the two sexy women licking and sucking each other's moistly contracting pussies would be enough to rekindle his desire.
"Shit, go to it," he said, coming over and settling his lean body next to Barbara. "I'll just watch until I feel like fucking again. What are you going to do, suck each other off?"
"I've got something even better!" Susan announced, going to a nearby chair where she had thrown her purse and coat. She fumbled in her pocketbook for a moment and then pulled out a long hard instrument, strange, but easily recognizable. It was a solid rubber length in the shape of a huge male organ to which were attached two empty rubber testicles at the base. It had a leather strap which attached around the waist and was joined by another strap which fit between the thighs and held it securely in place against the wearer's pelvis.
Susan fondled the rubber phallus lovingly, stroking it as if to bring it to an erection if it were not already permanently stiff.
"I always carry my 'Maiden's Helper' when I go on a job," she said. "Lots of my customers like nothing better than a good hard ride in the ass with baby here!"
"Wow!" Paul exclaimed, reaching up and taking the obscene instrument from her hands and examining it. It was huge, bigger than any real cock he had ever seen. It was about fifteen inches in length and at least eight inches in circumference. He wondered if Barbara's cunt could take even half of the tremendous rubber organ into it. Christ, he marveled, I'd hate to have this fucking thing up my ass!
"I want to do you first and then have you do it to me," Susan said, pointing at the lewd substitute male cock. "You wouldn't believe how good it is!"
Barbara simply stared at the instrument, not able to take her eyes off the unbelievable size and length of this imitation prick. The bullet-shaped vibrator she sometimes used at home was tiny by comparison and she had the same misgivings about its huge size as Paul. She reached down and fingered her damp cunt as if checking its size.
Paul handed the gadget back to Susan and watched in fascination as she dropped to the floor beside them. For the moment she set the imitation phallus aside and arranged herself on the floor beside Barbara.
"You're really very beautiful," she said as her eyes roamed over every inch of Barbar's luscious flesh. "I'm really going to enjoy this!"
She lay back for a moment and her cheeks burned with a crimson luster and her eyes glittered like diamonds. The tips of her breasts were totally erect and she undulated her hips slightly and rolled her pelvis as she moved closer to the woman beside her.
She came closer to her, rubbing her own naked body against Barbara's so that the nipples of their breasts met, crushing each other. They lay side by side, their bodies touching at every vital point, their breasts, hips and thighs entwined sensuously. Then, teasingly, Susan ran her hands down over the other woman's body, over every sensitive area, pulling her buttocks gently apart and fingering the tight, elastic anus gingerly with one finger. In a moment she was showering kisses on Barbara's voluptuous full breasts, nibbling gently on the pert, erect nipples and then on her softly rounded stomach, letting her hands slowly separate the tightly closed thighs and beginning to kiss the soft, moistened flesh between her legs.
"Oooohhhhhhhh ... you're great!" Barbara shuddered uncontrollably under Susan's touch, every muscle in her body tense with emotion. She groaned passionately as the woman's mouth searched out the tiny bud of her clitoris and sucked on it noisily and persistently, her tongue racing over her every part like a madwoman. She stirred and writhed in abandoned passion, moaning and gasping from the thrilling sensations that were controlling her whole being.
"Jesus, you two don't waste any time, do you?" Paul said, his eyes glazed with lust-charged excitement from the erotic scene being played out in front of him. His hand pumped back and forth on his madly jerking cock as he continued to watch their lovely twisting bodies and listen to their panting words of pleasure.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh ... mmmmnnnnnn ... there ... that's it ... lick my clitoris ... oh, go to it, lover ... make me come ... make me come!" Barbara cried out, almost unable to control the shaking and trembling of her limbs as Susan continued to lick and suck madly on the pinkly glistening pussy flesh.
Then, Susan lifted her head from between Barbara's moistly clasping pussy for a moment and looked toward Paul.
"Go fill my 'cock' with warm water and that bottle of baby oil in my purse," she said, anxious to get her mouth back down between the succulent thighs and into the hair-covered little pussy slit.
Paul leapt up to do as he was told. He was an anxious as either of the girls to finally see if the huge rubber cock would be able to fit into Barbara's cunt. In a few moments he was back with the dildo.
"Oh, fuck me ... suck me ... screw me ... lick my pussy!" Barbara was screaming wantonly as the other girl tongue-fucked into her hungrily gaping cunt. Her legs were wrapped around Susan's shoulders and her pelvis was rotating wildly, thrusting up to meet the thrusts of the heated oral member against her vaginal channel.
"Here it is, all ready to go," Paul said excitedly, reaching down and touching Susan on her lusciously jiggling buttocks.
She got up immediately and strapped on the imitation organ, pulling the leather belts tight around her waist and down through her ass-cheeks until her own pussy lips bulged outwardly on either side of the lewd instrument.
Susan wore the false genitals proudly, the penis standing out stiffly and the loose testicles bloated and hanging down between her slender thighs.
"Hurry, fuck me ... shove it in me ... ram that fucking cock into me! Oh, Christ, I want to fuck ... I want to comeeeeeee!"
Barbara was almost out of her mind from the other girl's tantalizing arousal of her. She lay on the soft carpet with her legs spread wide apart and her heart beating nervously, loudly, as though she were about to burst. Her hips thrust upwards as she begged for the false prick to penetrate her immediately. To the very hilt!
"In a moment, honey," Susan replied, reaching over to plant a wet, loving kiss on Paul's aching cock. It leapt wildly about as her smooth silky lips caressed it. "I want to suck you, baby," she said to him softly. I want to suck your come out into my mouth! Just let me finish your girlfriend here!"
Then, she lowered herself back down onto the floor, her hands once again exploring the voluptuous flesh that was revealed before her, pinching sharply at Barbara's lust-hardened nipples and plucking teasingly at the sensitive, aching vaginal lips, forcing her thighs even wider apart and lifting one leg up so that it hooked over her back. Her loins were open and vulnerable as the lewdly grinning prostitute knelt down between her open thighs.
"I want it ... I want it!" Barbara moaned in delicious anticipation of the huge, erect cudgel plowing into her already aroused cunt.
Slowly, Susan adjusted her hips so that she would be at the proper angle above the quivering woman and aimed the pseudo-phallus directly at the tiny slit of her vagina. The thick rubber prick slid into the cunt smoothly, stretching the tender flesh widely apart until Barbara thought she could never take another inch of it into her. But her pussy channel was well-lubricated from the girl's slavering tongue and it slid further in, bringing little gasps of pain and pleasure from Barbara.
"Oh, yes ... aaaahhhhhhgggggg ... yes ... YESSSSS!" she moaned, bucking her hips upward to receive it, tears of relief and joy beginning to run down her cheeks as she rocked and pushed up against the rubber cock that felt so wonderful inside her.
Susan sunk down against her body fiercely, digging her fingers into Barbara's hips and pulling her buttocks up off the cock with each thrust. Her hands searched every crevice and curve of the other woman's body, massaging, bruising beautifully, enticing and bringing her quickly to overwhelming lust.
Barbara's desperately clenching cunt could only take about two-thirds of the rubber prick but it made her wild with excitement. She was stretched beyond anything she had ever thought possible and she loved every second of the pain and pleasure.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh oooohhhhhh!" she gasped, suddenly aware that Susan was going to impale her even more. She tried to wriggle away but she couldn't get away from the relentlessly pursuing dildo. Real pain shot up through her skewered loins and she writhed helplessly under the thrusting woman: Her vagina was a mass of consuming flames and her breasts, her nipples erect and painful as if they were trying to burst free, as the woman ground deeper and harder into her.
"What's the matter, honey, can't take a good-sized prick?" Susan taunted.
The girl's words were like a slap across the face and Barbara could see Paul grinning obscenely as he watched them. She'd show them she could take anything-anything at all! She began to respond wildly as though she had never before been fucked in her life. The tight elastic ring of her vagina was being split and torn with each thrust but she writhed and turned to facilitate its gigantic entry. She would take every inch of it, just so the fierce, erotic penetration didn't stop. She would have sold her soul, anything ... anything!
"Is that all the harder you can fuck?" she cried out, wanting to spur the young prostitute on to even more and deeper penetration. Let the thing split her in two ... let it ruin her cunt forever! She didn't care! She was going to fuck as no one had ever fucked before. "Ram it to me ... bury that goddamned thing in my cunt and fuck me!"
Her voice was thick and almost inaudible through her passion. Her hands dug into the soft, rubbery flesh of the girl, bringing her in close and harder with each and every violent thrust. The only thing that mattered was that the constant probing of the stiff, huge cock did not stop. If it stopped, she thought she would die!
Her legs came up around Susan's buttocks and she thrust her pelvis upward, grinding it around and around in wild circles as the terrible rubber staff banged into her sensitive cervix and almost made her pass out.
Paul's face was only inches away from the thrusting phallus and he licked his lips and fingered his cock as the brutal pounding went on. Barbara's cunt had still not been able to take the entire shaft but there was only an inch or two of rubber showing as Susan reared back and tried sadistically to bury it between the wildly pumping outer cuntal lips.
Oh Christ, he thought excitedly, I've never seen anything so erotic! His heavy balls were aching for release and he brought himself up behind Susan and pulled her kneeling legs apart. He could see that the leather strap was covering her tiny puckered anus and cutting into her hair-covered little cunt. Desperate with lust, he reached out and pulled the tight leather strap aside until her nether opening was exposed to him. The girl reared back and almost knocked him to the floor. But he regained his balance and moved in quickly until his throbbing cock-head was bouncing crazily between her ramming buttocks.
"W-what are y-you doing?" Susan gasped, turning her head to stare back at him.
"I want to fuck your asshole!" he replied, trying to hold the leather strap aside and bury his cock in the brown hole.
Susan smiled inwardly and slowed down her thrusts to allow him time to get his massively swollen prick into her rectum. Barbara moaned as the heavenly thrusts slowed.
Without any further warning, Paul slammed forward and his cock slid into the prostitute's asshole. She wriggled invitingly for him to sink the lust-engorged prick in further and he responded willingly.
"Aaaaarrrgggghhhhh!" Susan groaned, feeling the curious mixture of pleasure and pain that an ass reaming always brought her. She was now firmly sandwiched between Barbara and Paul and there was nowhere for her to escape.
"If you're going to corn-hole me get going!" she demanded of the man behind her. "Get that prick moving!"
Paul needed no further encouragement. Timing his thrust to coincide with the downward movement of Susan's hips, he rammed his lust-engorged cock into her asshole with a passion that left them both breathless.
"AAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" Susan screamed, consumed by the fiery pole that was impaling her tightly clenching rectum. "Oh, yes ... fuck it harder ... harder, you bastard, split me in two with your prick ... shove it to me ... harder ... HARDERRRRRR!"
Underneath them both, Barbara could hardly believe what was happening. Every cruel forward movement of Paul's cock into the prostitute's asshole was driving the terrible rubber dildo further into her already filled cunt. She couldn't take any more of it! It was too much ... too much!
In a few moments their movements were rhythmic and easy, each of them breathing heavily and moaning with lust as the wonderful mind-boggling triple coupling built to a shattering climax. Their excited cries blended in a cacophony of obscene screams for more of the pleasure-giving fucking.
"Make me come ... make me come...." Barbara wailed, her lovely head jerking about on the soft carpet, her eyes alive and dancing with her pupils dilated, her mouth slack. "Fuck me harder ... ram it to me ... screw me ... oh Christ, fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEEE!"
Susan's madly excited body responded automatically, pumping her hips forward and backwards in time to Paul's sadistic ass-rape. She could feel her own orgasm slowly building from the wildly exciting orgy of lust.
"Uuuunnngggghhhhh ... aaaahhhhhhh!" she mewled, feeling the savagely ramming cock race in and out of her slick nether hole. It felt as if he were reaching up into the very depths of her soul with his ferocious hammering.
Behind them, Paul was lost in his own pleasure. His hands were tightly gripping the younger girl's hips and he watched in erotic fascination as the flesh around her asshole pulled out and then closed around his terrible column of male cockflesh.
He could feel the sweat running down from his forehead and covering his face. But he couldn't stop long enough to wipe it off. He had to go on until his balls exploded with the hot sperm that lay heavily in the twin swollen sacs.
Suddenly, all three of them began to fuck even harder than before. It was as if some silent signal had passed from one body to another that their orgasms were only seconds away.
"I'm COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING!" Barbara screamed, her words punctuated by Susan's gasping, lust-charged cries.
"Come now ... come now!" she replied, increasing the speed and vehemence of each stroke, fucking Barbara as she had never been fucked before.
"Oh yes ... yes ... NOW . .'. NOW ... I'M COMING NOWWWWWWWW!" Barbara rasped, her legs and whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her voice died in a strangled mixture of a sob and sigh and then broke out in a high-pitched frenzied scream as her passion overflowed all bounds.
As she began the throes of her orgasm, Susan squeezed the fake, bloated balls of the genitals and the warm, oily water burst deep into the depths of the older woman's belly, saturating her, filling her till it overflowed in hot, warm spurts out of the still pistoning dildo. It was like the rush of the ocean's roar as she felt the liquid surge into the waiting, aching channel of her vagina until she thought the whole of her belly would burst from the wild, delicious pleasure of the pseudo-semen.
Susan's own belly was being torn apart by the fantastic flashes of overwhelming climax that rocked her. She felt Paul stiffen for a split second and then the white-hot male sperm exploded in her bowels, soothing the velvety back canal as he pumped in and out with greater intensity.
"Uuuunnnnggghhh ... move your ass ... move your ass!" he shouted, wanting the young prostitute to milk the scalding liquid from his rampaging prick.
Their movements peaked and then the three sweating bodies slowed their obscene dance of love and Susan fell heavily atop Barbara's body. She groaned as Paul's come-oozing prick pulled away from her rectum with a loud plop and he fell to the floor next to them.
"Oh Jesus, that was something," he sighed, wiping the sweat from his face. "Man, you've really got a talented little asshole there, baby!"
Susan smiled lazily and then kissed Barbara's cheek as she snuggled her flattened breasts against the older woman's chest. Their hardened nipples came together lewdly and Barbara moved her pelvis sensually. The rubher prick was still deeply embedded in her aching cunt.
All three of them looked up in surprise as they heard Arnold Pearson's booming voice come from the doorway.
"Ah, excellent, I see you've all gotten to know each other better!" he said, laughing smugly as he led the trembling, totally nude Laura Jones into the room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The trembling young blonde could scarcely believe that she was letting this happen to her. Every eye in the room was focused on her exquisite curves, the firm young breasts, the rich swelling of her hips and thighs, the softly-tufted strands of silky golden pubic hair that covered her pubic mound. Her lovely face burned with shame but she had to do it-she had to let their obscene eyes absorb and explore every inch of her flesh.
"Laura has agreed to join our little party," Arnold said proudly, looking smugly at the gorgeous young girl at his side. "She and I have come to an, uh, arrangement!"
Arrangement! Laura thought with extreme frustration. After he had exhausted and totally subjugated her in the bedroom, Arnold had been straightforward in his approach: If she didn't cooperate and not make any trouble for him or for the company he would see to it that her career was assured. On the other hand, if she went to the police and told them about the brutal rape, he would make sure that no one believed her. And Laura knew instinctively that a man as rich and powerful as Arnold Pearson could carry out such a threat.
She had never felt so alone and helpless in her life. Even as he had talked, Laura knew that she had no choice but to do what he wanted. The burning in her loins told her that she could never again do without the kind of wild, abandoned sex that these terrible people had initiated her into.
"Wow, that's great!" Paul said, sitting up and beaming at his employer and Laura. In the back of his mind was the certain knowledge that he could use this situation to his own advantage. This was the kind of incriminating knowledge that was priceless in the dog-eat-dog business world. He looked over at Barbara Sherwood and winked conspiratorially.
"What about me?" Susan complained petulantly.
"You don't mind an orgy, do you?" Arnold replied. "I thought we might as well take advantage of the situation and have a little good clean fun!"
Paul and Barbara snickered at his lewd wit and even Susan smiled.
"What the hell, have I ever given you less than your money's worth?" she said, spreading her legs and running her slender hands down into the come-soaked crotch. "I just don't want to be left out of anything!"
"Oh, have no fear of that, dear," Arnold said sincerely. "As a matter-of-fact I have something for you and Miss Sherwood to do right now. I want you both to get Paul warmed up up for the little exhibition he and Laura are going to put on for us!"
"Exhibition?" Laura cried out in alarm. "What do you mean?" She had no intention of allowing her body to be used in front of the other three. It was bad enough to have abandoned herself to the thrilling delights of sex in private. She hadn't dreamed that Arnold had this in mind.
"What do you want us to do?" Paul asked excitedly. This was going to be even better than he had thought. His limp cock was jerking back to attention as he looked at Laura's beautiful pussy.
"I want Susan and Barbara to get you so steamed up you can't stand it. Then you're going to fuck Laura's asshole again while we all watch!"
Before the words were ended, Susan and Barbara smiled at one another and moved closer to Paul. In just a moment their hands and lips were all over his naked body. Susan began blowing air in his ear while her hands provaca-tively ran down over his chest and stomach toward the half-hard cock. Barbara was nibbling at his inner thighs with her teeth and causing him to groan out his pleasure.
"That's it, girls, get him good and worked up. I want his cock as big as you can get it!"
Arnold's lewd words inflamed them both and they were soon fucking and nibbling on every inch of his quivering male flesh. Their hands worked feverishly to tantalize his body, darting back and forth toward his straining, now throbbing penis. It stood straight up from his loins and jerked wildly in the air.
Despite herself, Laura was fascinated by the erotic sight of the two voluptuous and unhibited women working over him and she felt an unexplained twinge of jealousy. Her eyes roamed over his tightly-muscled body. His deeply tanned skin, dark curly hair made her stir with a sudden rush of desire. He hadn't looked so masculine and desirable to her before she had been subjected to Arnold's older flesh. Now, despite the grotesque situation she was in, her body began to yearn with an aching, rushing passion to go down to the floor and join the other two women as they desperately brought him to a fever pitch of sexual desire.
"Mmmmmnnnn ... suck my cock!" Paul groaned, feeling Susan's heated lips brushing the underside of his gigantic prick, teasing and tantalizing him unbearably. "Suck it ... oh, yes ... suck it!"
Susan looked over her shoulder at Arnold Pearson and he nodded his head in assent.
Laura's loins were beginning to bubble and boil with eager anticipation of what was to come. All vestiges of resentment and turmoil began to ebb away, and her eyes were glued to the strange compelling sight of the two obscene women kissing and stroking every part of his adonis-like body. She could see his lengthy, muscular penis grow rigidly erect as Susan knelt obscenely before him and took the potent, bloated tool in her mouth and sucked on it with shameless hunger. At the same time, Barbara licked him with her wet, lewdly extended tongue up and down his tall, slender body.
Paul's blood boiled as the women slavered hotly over his body. His hotly aroused cock burned with lust from the expert sucking, and ripples of randy sensuality ran through him as the other girl's tongue slid wetly over him.
"Isn't it exciting?" Arnold asked in a half-whisper. His eyes were glazed with lust and erotic desire and he patted Laura's own trembling hip. Then, he pushed her down onto the floor next to the nakedly writhing trio. "Let me get us a drink while we enjoy this!"
The young blonde could smell the erotic body odors from the three bodies on the floor next to her and they stimulated her even more, She wanted to cry out for them to stop the lewd display but her own betraying body was wracked by spasms of desire as Susan's eager head bobbed up and down on Paul's straining cock. She could see the girl's saliva glistening on his huge, heated organ.
"Oh Christ, suck it good ... lick it underneath ... oh, yeh, that's it, get that fucking tongue working ... faster ... faster aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
Arnold came back with two tall glasses and handed one to Laura, admonishing her to drink it quickly. She obeyed eagerly, remembering the warm and arousing flush that had come before from the strong alcohol. It was no different this time and her brain and stomach reeled from the warmth that flushed through her, exciting her even more.
Arnold sat down next to Laura, his own limp cock coming slowly alive as he sipped his drink and watched the trio perform. His leg pressed against Laura's lovely flesh and he could hardly keep from pulling her head down into his lap and forcing her to suck his cock to full erection. He watched her closely, delighted at the reaction the liquor and wild sexual exhibition was having. She licked her lips and moved her head back and forth as if in a trance. One of her hands was snaking slowly down her stomach and disappeared into the lust-charged pussy lips that pulsated there between her legs.
"Like it?" he asked, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.
Laura could only nod. Oh my God, she thought frantically, what's happening to me? I'm turning into an animal and I can't do anything to stop it! She could still taste Arnold's cockflesh in her mouth and, surprisingly, she yearned for it again. Her fingers were lovingly stroking the little bud of her hard clitoris and sending waves of exquisite pleasure surging through her. But yet there was something missing. Something wasn't quite as exciting as it should be.
"I don't want Paul to come in your mouth, understand?" Arnold cried out, afraid that the wonderful heated tonguing that Susan was giving the young executive would bring him to climax before Arnold was ready for the next stage.
Susan shook her head violently, indicating that she was expert enough at blow-jobs to guage when the white-hot sperm would come exploding out the tiny tip of a man's cock.
"Good! You, Barbara, suck his balls while Susan's eating cock!" Arnold ordered. "I want him hotter, understand?"
Barbara smiled lewdly and buried her head in Paul's widespread crotch. She ovaled her mouth and lovingly sucked in the heated aching testicle, tonguing and sucking it expertly while her own hand strummed her come-slickened pussy lips and hard, straining clitoris.
Then Arnold turned to the flushed and excited Laura. He pulled her head down into his lap so that she could watch the three twisting, writhing bodies. She tried to struggle but his hands came down on the top of her head, forcing her mouth closer to the now erect and throbbing cock.
"Suck it, darling. Suck it for me while you watch them. Go ahead, take it into your mouth like you did before and give me a blow-job!"
His voice was low and pleading and Laura had no choice but to open her mouth and draw in the long pole of heated male cockflesh. She wanted to gag as she let it slide in an inch at a time while her eyes continued to bore into the wonderfully lewd and exciting sight before her. Her tongue began working gently around the lust-engorged male cock and she found it easier this time than the last. As she sucked and nibbled at the raunchy prick she could feel it swell even more and she suddenly felt powerful at being able to inspire the male flesh into such tremendous size.
"Eat it up, baby ... gobble my prick! Suck it good ... oh, oh ... make me come ... make me come!"
The trembling young blonde was almost beside herself with lust. Not only was she watching the most exciting thing she had ever seen in her life, she was feeling even more pleasure from-sucking on a hard male penis that threatened to explode in her mouth. Her hands were still buried deep inside her clasping pussy and milking out her own orgasm.
"Want me to play with your asshole?" Arnold asked slyly, seeing the innocent young girl's smoothly churning buttocks twist erotically in the air as she continued to suck the very life from his pulsating cock.
Laura felt a new surge of excitement at the very word. Oh God, yes, I want him to touch me there, she cried out silently, ashamed of her own wantonness. The memories of the wonderful orgasms flooded through her reeling brain and she suddenly recognized what was missing. She nodded and in a moment his rough hands were spreading her quivering asscheeks and his thumb was pressing erotically against the tiny puckered little hole.
"Mmmmnnnnn ... aaaaahhhhhhh yyyyyeeeessssss...." she mewled, coming more and more sexually alive with each rough contact of his flesh against her clasping little rectal opening. Oh, it feels sooooo good, she thought, sooooo gooooooodddddddd!
She arched her lower body and worked her buttocks apart to give him greater access to the wonderfully stimulated little orifice. This was what she really wanted. She wanted something-anything-shoved up into her very bowels. She had to have it-had to!
Suddenly, Laura screamed a scream that flowed past the mouth-filling male prick in her face as his thumb viciously jerked downward past her clenching rectal sphincter and up into the warm, buttery depths of her rectum. His nail scraped the velvety flesh but she didn't care-it felt so good-as though she had been waiting for this moment all of her life. On and on the finger plunged on until she was bucking and jerking and silently begging him for more and more of the sweet, ass-filling sensations.
Susan suddenly pulled her greedily sucking mouth away from Paul's prick and turned to Arnold.
"He's about ready to come!" she cried out, saliva oozing obscenely down the sides of her mouth. She made no attempt to wipe it away. "Jesus, he's going to give her a load of come that'll tear her inside out!"
Laura, consumed by an ocean of boiling sexuality from the twin impalement of her body by Arnold's finger and cock, barely heard the other girl's words. Arnold's finger had entered her fully and he was twisting and turning the wonderful digit as his palm slid back and forth over her madly writhing buttocks.
"Hurry up and get behind her now!" Arnold ordered the other man. "Get back here and shove that cock into her asshole!"
Paul was almost out of his mind with desire and he pushed the two girls roughly from him as he scrambled to his hands and knees and crawled toward Laura's behind. He could see that her mouth was hungrily sucking on Arnold's cock and the sight only excited him more. He positioned himself behind them and reached down and pulled Laura's lower body upwards.
"Get a fucking pillow," he called out to Barbara, watching his employer's worming finger thrust in and out of the young blonde's asshole. It was driving him wild with lust and his cock was jerking back and forth and threatening to explode before he could get it in her.
"For chrissakes, hurry," he called out again. "I'm going to come!"
Laura was bucking madly, her feverishly pulsing anus desperately clutching the finger that was buried deep up inside her. Waves of rapture flooded her whole body, making her shake and shiver as flames of unknown desire consumed her. She had to have more-more-more! At the same time her tongue was like a thousand tiny needles of delight, sucking madly on Arnold's torrid cock, afraid that if she let up even for a second he would pull his finger from her asshole and suddenly bring her back down to earth.
"AAAArrrrggghhh ... mmmmmmmnnnnn ... oooooooohhhhhh!" she mewled, her words lost in the cock-filling cavity of her liquid mouth.
She knew that strong hands were pulling her hips upward and that something soft and comfortable was being shoved under her lower body. Everything else was lost in the rapture of super-charged desire that she felt.
Then, maddeningly, the finger slipped from her greedily clasping rectal opening and she felt empty and wild to have the canal filled again. Her mouth left the throbbing cock and she screamed out her frustration.
"Oh God, don't take it out ... shove it in again ... fuck me in the ass ... split me in two ... it feels sooooo good ... I've got to have it!"
Arnold felt the same frustration when her eagerly sucking mouth left his cock and he tried to pull her head down into his crotch again quickly.
"Jesus, hurry up and shove that cock into her, Paul!" he ordered, alive with lust. "Help him, you girls, help him!"
Laura's eyes were dimmed by the perspiration that flowed down from her fevered brow as she tried to see what was going on behind her. At first she recoiled with fear as she saw the tremendous size of Paul's huge cock. Then, as the awful, purplish knobhead pressed against her hungrily seeking asshole she knew that it was going to be all right.
"I want it ... I WANT IT! FUCK MY ASSHOLE! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Laura called out to him, her voice almost incoherent as she twisted her hips invitingly and tried to relax her sphincter muscles to absorb the awful male organ.
A thin film settled over Paul's eyes as he saw the lovely young girl begging him to fuck her asshole. She was radiantly lovely, her supple, voluptuous body naked and gleaming provocatively, her bouncing asscheeks spread wide and waiting for him. His heart pounded with excitement as his cock touched the hairless little opening that was beckoning him.
"GO ... GO ... GO...." the two other women were chanting, clapping their hands in unison as if they were participating in some ancient, barbarian ceremony. Their thundering, insistent hands and voices matched the pulsing, throbbing passion that consumed the two men who had sandwiched the helpless young blonde between them. Everything seemed to blur and fade into the background except the unbelievably exciting sight of the naked golden-haired girl, spread-eagled and helpless beneath him.
As if in a wild dream, he slowly and tantalizingly pushed forward, pressing his huge cock into the hotly quivering little nether opening.
"Do it," she murmured dazedly, "sink your big beautiful cock into me! I want it! I WANT IT!"
His already bloated cock jerked lewdly and he felt her open herself to him. He watched as the little puckered opening spread apart for him-welcoming him-wanting him!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, do it ... yessssssss!"
He quickly eased his massively throbbing cock into her eagerly quivering asshole, feeling the slick, wet channel expand as it inched up and up-deeper into her boiling, churning rectum.
For Laura, the world seemed to go into slow motion as his blood-engorged rod slid excitedly into her anal channel. His bloated cockhead spread apart the velvety flesh and a volcanic tremor went through her body. She bent her head and sucked in Arnold's cock, amazed by two enormous cocks-one at her mouth-the other entering her asshole. They were locking her between them in a wild, sexual embrace, surpassing anything she had felt before.
"OOOOOHHHHHH!" Laura mewled against the heated column of Arnold's cock. "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
To the delighted pounding of the girl's hands, Paul began to fuck slowly into her with ease and total muscular control. His massive tool pulled out to the point where only his lust-swollen cockhead was enclosed by the moistly enveloping anal ring. Then, he plunged forward again until the base of his thick penis pressed against the moistly fluted flesh of her pussy, increasing the wonderful rapture she felt.
Laura moaned aloud and pushed her hips back toward his onrushing body, giving him complete and total access to her naked young asshole. She lewdly twisted and writhed beneath him, driving herself to even further heights of wildly pulsing desire. At the same time her tongue was madly slavering over Arnold's cock and driving him to sexual madness.
"Ram it to her ... split her in two ... harder ... harder!" Barbara cried, joined in the chant by Susan.
"HARDER ... HARDER ... HARDER!" they screamed in unison.
Their torrid encouragement made Paul feel like a sexual giant. He became overwhelmed with a deep, electric potency that he had never felt before. Never in his wildest dreams could he have anticipated the driving, stupendous sexuality he now was experiencing. Only a few hours ago he had raped this innocent and virginal girl and she had shown no sign of pleasure-only revulsion. Now he was driving her to a lust so explosive that she was begging him by her lewdly twisting hips to fuck her even harder. He was elated! His body soared with newfound confidence, and he redoubled his mighty fucking, plunging his powerfully pounding cock in and out of Laura's torridly clasping, sucking little asshole.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH! SUCK IT! EAT ME!" Arnold moaned over and over, feeling his aching testicles about to explode again and send the white-hot sperm gushing into Laura's greedy mouth.
Beside them, Barbara and Susan were looking at each other with a new interest. Their bodies were alive and charged with an overpowering sexual desire from the lewd sight. Their eyes met and locked together as their clapping hands suddenly ceased and they reached out for one another. In a moment they were lying head to foot, their lovely, voluptuous bodies locked together as their tongues sought out each other's warmly clasping cunt.
The room was filled with the sounds of wild, abandoned lovemaking. Screams of rapture mixed with the slap of flesh on flesh and the obscene slurping sounds of mouths fucking cunts and cocks.
Caught between the two men, Laura was caught up now in a rising tide of rushing, erotically thrilling pleasure. Her climax was gathering slowly, but inexorably, in intensity for the final release. Her nakedly aroused body throbbed, her heart pounded so wildly she thought it would explode. Her hotly-charged breasts heaved in the throes of passion and her limbs strained back and forth in rhythm with the pounding cock that pummeled her from behind while her lips tightened around the madly pulsating prick captured there.
Her golden hair flew wildly about her head and she closed her eyes and let herself be carried away on a thundering sea of lust. Dazzling pinwheels of light exploded in technicolor bursts and her loins bubbled scaldingly as her rectal flesh clutched wetly around Paul's hot, mightily plunging penis.
Susan and Barbara seemed oblivious of the others as they madly licked and sucked at each other's quivering pussy flesh. Their tongues darted back and forth from the come-slicked pink cuntal lips to bury and massage the straining clitorises that jerked wildly. Almost at the same time their fingers went down into the quivering buttocks crevices and plunged hotly into each other's assholes, as if to share vicariously the thrilling assfucking that Laura was receiving.
Everyone in the room was caught up completely in the mad fucking and sucking, driven berserk almost by lusts too overwhelming to control. The room was alive with naked bodies coupling obscenely, fucking with an intensity so violent that they seemed about to be consumed by their fiery passions. Cocks and cunts were ramming in and out of mouths and assholes, desperately striving for release.
Laura was almost insane with lust, driving her buttocks back to meet the almost machine-gun intensity of Paul's sadistic fucking. She ground her pelvis around and around to increase the wonderful sensations that were shooting through her whole body and her tongue lovingly massaged Arnold's heated cockflesh.
Paul's muscled buttocks rippled sinuously as he swung his pelvis roughly forward and his throbbing cock buried itself once again in Laura's tiny cunt-like rectal canal.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, BABBBBBBBYYYY!" he groaned. "FUCK BACK ... FUCK BACK!"
The frantically-fucking young girl was completely oblivious to Susan and Barbara's private orgy. She was reaching the apex of her own tumultuous love making. Her body was covered with scalding sweat and burning with a wildly impatient passion.
Behind her, Paul's groin was seized with a volcanic surge of lust as his huge, hairy balls slapped wetly against Laura's damply waiting cunt, and they began to churn in a steaming cauldron of come. An ecstatic feeling began to flood his being, and his brain was seething with a fiery sexual intoxication. Every muscle in his body was straining wildly for release.
"I'm coming!" he cried. "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh fuck back ... FUCK BACK ... I'M COMING!"
Laura could scarcely hear him for she was transported now inwardly to staggering heights of passion. Her steaming rectal walls were convulsing furiously and her cunt was contracting wetly, streaming out floods of her female essence. The terrible cock that impaled her asshole was still ramming in and out of her like a steel piston. Behind her closed eyes she seemed to see a tiny white star that came closer and closer as her climax mounted. Closer and closer the blazing light came flashing like a meteor now as her naked young body undulated and twisted in exploding climax.
"I'm coming tooooooooooo!" she screamed silently, and suddenly the whirling white star burst into a million tiny pieces! She was there, she was overwhelmed by the force and intensity of what was happening to her. With the shattering force of a breaking dam, waves of delirious joy washed through her body.
At the same time, her mouth was being filled with torrents of scalding male come that made her cheeks bulge. She gulped down the salty-sweet liquid as though she were starving for it.
"Suck me ... suck me dry!" Arnold cried, collapsing on his back as his cock continued to pour out the life-giving fluid into Laura's hungrily devouring mouth.
"AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Paul screamed as he arched his body forward as if he had been touched by a high-tension wire. At that moment the first jet of scalding come spewed headlong out of his thick cockhead like lava from a volcano. Bucking his naked body forward furiously, his steaming come rushed into the eagerly throbbing rectum and exploded against the clasping walls.
The entire room seemed to shake with erotic pandemonium as each of the madly fucking or sucking people reached orgasm at the same time. The cries of Susan and Barbara were lost as their faces and lips pressed hungrily into each other's pulsing cuntal sheaths.
With a desperate gasp, Paul pumped his hips furiously forward and rested his trembling body against Laura's buttocks. She nearly fainted from the force of her own ecstatic, boiling release. Groans and cries filled the air, bodies flailed nakedly in a torrent of unbridled lust. Minutes seemed like hours as the thrashing bodies fucked themselves to exhaustion with demonic sexuality.
Finally, as Paul emptied the last of his steaming come into Laura's still clasping asshole, he withdrew slowly and fell heavily to the floor on his back, his breath coming in almost painful gasps.
She groaned unhappily, wanting more of the rapture-giving cock inside her bowels. Then, the cock in her mouth suddenly began to deflate and pull away. She was empty again-empty of cock and she hated it!
"Not yet!" she cried out, trying to reach for Arnold's penis with her mouth. "I want more ... I want more!"
Then, unbelievably, her groans of frustration were replaced by yelps of joy as Susan moved away from Barbara and whispered something in the older woman's ear. That done, she scurried across the few feet that separated her from Laura and pressed her heated, moist lips against the girl's anal opening and began to lick and suck at the male come that flowed out of the tiny puckered little hole.
"OH! OH! OOOOHHHHHHH!" Laura mewled, delirious with the new sensations that were coming to her. She pulled her legs further apart to give Susan better access to the trembling nether opening, arching her hips upward. It felt wonderful ... wonderfulllllllll!
She was so wrapped up in the exquisite sensations that were shooting through her loins that she didn't see Barbara strapping on the huge rubber penis.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The frantic licking of the tongue behind her was driving Laura wild with lust again and she groaned ecstatically. She wanted more and she didn't care what the rest of them thought of her. All the years of her repressed sexuality was coming to the surface with a vengeance and she thought she would die if her orgasms didn't come again and again!
Arnold was watching what was happening and he suddenly turned toward the exhausted Paul.
"You aren't done yet, Paul," he said ominously.
"W-what do you mean?" Paul answered wearily, his cock aching from Laura's tight little asshole. It felt as if it would drop off if he had to use it again so soon. But there was no mistaking the look in Arnold Pearson's eyes. This was no request-it was an order. An order that must be obeyed. "I can't ... oh, Christ ... I couldn't get another hardon!"
"Let her suck it this time! Go on, get over there and get your cock into her mouth. Look at her, she's damn near crazy for something to chew on!"
Something had snapped in Arnold Pearson too. It no longer mattered that Laura Jones was a person-a flesh and blood human being. He wanted her shamed and degraded even more than she already was. He could see Barbara Sherwood approaching the girl from behind-the monstrous imitation prick jutting out from her loins like a terrible weapon. An insane smile came to his lips as he thought of what the dildo would do to the tiny asshole.
"Go ahead and get that cock into her mouth!" he almost screamed at Paul.
Wearily, Paul got to his feet and knelt on his knees in front of the young blonde typist. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in the delicious feelings that Susan's tongue was giving her.
"Please, don't you think she's had enough?"
Paul pleaded with Mr. Pearson. He could see what the older man and Barbara had in mind. But he was more-'concerned with his own ass than hers.
"Shut up and do what I told you!"
Laura opened her eyes to see the limp cock dangling against his thigh. It looked so tiny-so miniature by comparison to what it had been only moments before. It was obvious what he wanted but she had no desire to suck a male penis now. She wanted only the wonderful feeling in her nether hole to continue.
"Suck his cock, Laura," Arnold said, his voice rising with an erotic sadism. "Take it between those luscious lips and suck it until it's hard again! Go on, do it!"
She shook her head. This was too much. She wouldn't do it!
She was on all fours directly in front of him. As she started to look up at him pleadingly, he suddenly tangled his strong hands in her tousled blonde hair and jerked her face against his limp cock.
At the same time, Arnold went behind her and brutally pulled Susan away. Barbara stood stock-still, watching what was happening.
"If the little bitch wants any more ass-action she's going to have to suck cock!" Arnold said evilly.
"Oh, please, I don't want to suck his ... his p-penis!" Laura protested. Her backside was already churning from Susan's wetly working tongue on her asshole and she wanted that again. Suddenly they were all like maniacs.
"Hey, Paul, is she going to suck your cock?" Arnold asked lewdly.
"N-no!" Laura moaned. "I won't do it!"
Despite himself, Paul could see that his cock was rising slowly to halferection. As tired as he was, he was beginning to want that sweet mouth enveloping his cock and sucking the life back into it.
"Do it, honey," he urged the girl. "You might as well get it over with. Arnold isn't going to be happy until you do!"
At the same time he yanked her head forward, almost tearing her hair out by the roots. Oh God, she thought desperately, what am I going to do? Then, mercifully, she felt something hard and warm pressing into the crevice between her buttocks again and she thought that it was Arnold, taking his position to ram Ins cock into her desperate asshole.
"You afraid of my cock?" Paul hissed. "Grab the son of a bitch and start sucking!"
For a moment she hesitated, then suddenly felt his hand grasp hers and envelop her fingers around the long hardening shaft, making her pull the rumpled foreskin back to expose the scarlet, blood-engorged head and the thick strings of drying male come. . The pressure at her anus was driving her wild and she jerked her buttocks backward to feel the hardness again. This whole thing is insane, she thought to herself. Why should she resist sucking Paul's cock? After all of the things she had done this evening what did it matter?
"If you don't start sucking that cock you aren't going to get this thing in your asshole, baby!" Arnold called out from behind her. His hand was guiding the hard rubber dildo and he jerked it forward teasingly.
Suddenly, she surrendered. She had to have her rectum filled again and she didn't care what she had to do to accomplish it. She parted her lips to admit the soft, spongey flesh of his cock into her mouth. The moist come was wetting the blisteringly hot head as it slid obscenely toward her throat, rasping its purple-veined underside over the soft, tantalizing wetness of her mouth. As she sucked it in she moved her pelvis, rotating it invitingly.
Surprisingly, it grew almost to full size immediately and Paul began a slow, undulation, sliding the thick rigid cock in and out of her mouth while he guided her head with his hands.
"It's time for some ass-action now!" Arnold said lewdly, motioning Barbara closer to Laura's upturned young naked buttocks while he pulled the huge rubber dildo and forced its immense cockhead into the desperately clasping anal opening.
"Ram it home!" he hissed to Barbara Sherwood.
She hesitated for a split second and then lunged forward, a sadistic smile on her face.
A shattering, soul-rending scream erupted from Laura's throat to be lost in the cockflesh filling her mouth as the terrible dildo rammed into her violated rectum. She felt as if her whole body was on fire as the wicked column of spurious male hardness ripped her anal channel apart. It was as if a huge telephone pole were being forced into the tiny opening that had never been intended for such a gigantic rod.
Oh my God, what is it? she cried out, almost fainting from the agony of having her tiny orifice so torturously invaded. Her tight flesh tried to expel the invader and she struggled mightily to close herself to the maddening thing. But it was no use. On and on it came-tearing her apart and making her agonized screams louder and louder.
Paul was shocked by her reaction and he allowed the girl's head to fly back. His cock was free and jerking about wildly, frantically seeking to regain the warm and erotic softness of her mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE! STOP! OH, GOD! DON'T! IT HURTS SO MUCH ... SO MUCCCCCCHHHHHHH!"
She wailed again and again as the terrible instrument of torture ground deep up into her. Every muscle in her lower body combined to try and expel it but it was no use. The pain was killing her and no one would help her.
"Ram it home ... fuck her ... fuck her, you bitch!" Arnold was screaming at Barbara. The tight straps were biting into the older woman's pussy flesh but she pressed forward, delighting in the punishment she was giving the agonized and tortured young blonde. No longer was the girl's butt pushing backward toward the invading rod. Now she was frantically trying to pull away-to have the gigantic, asshole-spearing rod out of her.
But she knew that it was hopeless. Paul was in front of her, holding her so that she couldn't retreat from the relentless and agonizing pressure from behind. And only moments before she had pleaded with them for a tongue or a stiffened cock to fill her nether opening. But not this! Oh God, she didn't mean this kind of pain and agony!
The blunt pseudo-penis shuddered through every straining nerve of her naked jerking torso, stretching the soft, pliable flesh of her rectal passage beyond belief. Racking torrents of pain were her reward for her sins. Her eyes overflowed with tears as she begged them to stop.
"AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH, UUUUUU-UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" she shuddered, skewered like an animal on this enormous rod in humiliated subjugation to their perverted will.
She jerked spastically and trembled as the pummeling rod slid more easily into her smooth damp channel. She had given up her resistance, and her subsequent relaxation made the pain more bearable. She could hear Arnold moaning with delight and the two women lewdly taunting her. They were crazy-all of them!
She felt the awful thing pull out and then ram home again. She had to end this soul-shattering obscene act. She had taken all the horrid humiliation and degradation she could stand. She couldn't take any more. She had to end this obscene rape before she lost her mind.
Slowly, methodically, she began to rock back and forth with the rhythm of the dildo, rotating her hips and clasping her anal muscles tightly over the retreating head of the engorged cock.
"Fuck her ... screw her asshole ... do it ... DO IT!" Susan urged, her eyes filled with an insane lust.
Suddenly, Paul grabbed Laura's tangled hair again and pulled her face toward his waiting, wildly jerking cock and she felt the tip being pressed against her lips. She opened them slowly and took in the terrible throbbing organ and began sucking on it.
"Oh, yes ... yesssssss!" Paul groaned with desire filling him.
His lust-crazed groaning gave her the needed courage to continue and she moved faster. She could feel the stretching of her ravaged anus and she knew she had to stop it soon. But then, slowly and inexorably, she felt the well-remembered orgasms from before and realized that the pain was disappearing. She was their slave, their secual toy, willing and even anxious to obey their every lewd command. She had no fight or resistance left. She would do anything to survive if only she could have the wonderful rapture of sexual climax fill her again. She was beginning to love the savage thrusts that filled her bowels. As she slavered over the hardened throbbing cock in her mouth she began to move slowly again in a back and forth motion, taking the rubber cock deep into her asshole-clenching her rectal muscles around its wonderful hardness before relaxing her body and letting it slide out.
"Mmmmmnnnnnn ... ooohhhhhhh!" she cooed, undulating her buttocks invitingly.
Her head was rolling from side to side and she could feel her own climax nearing. She didn't care what happened to her now. She had survived everything that they could do to her.
What the fuck, she thought, I can't deny it! I want it so badly! So badly! I'll do anything! Anything!
Harder, she screamed silently. Ram it to me! Harder! Harder! Harder! HARDER-RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
While her lust-inflamed body churned wildly under the pounding, pleasure-giving rod in her asshole and the warmly pulsating cock in her mouth, Laura tried desperately to remember what her mother's accusing face looked like.
