Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed to discover that we are not different, naughty or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
HER BACK DOOR SALES -- a shocking story, certainly, but which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
The Publisher
Chapter One
The first door that Karen Fields knocked at while selling X-rated cable television should have given her an idea about the direction her entire career would take. She plucked up enough courage to venture a light knock, then, while waiting, she clutched her sales book and video cassette tightly to her chest. She stayed a long moment at the door, beginning to suspect that no one was going to answer. Then, indistinctly from inside the house, she heard a female voice.
"Coming..."
Karen felt a bit nervous since it was her first day on the job, and the tinge of fear seemed to mount as she saw the doorknob begin to turn, the door start to swing open.
"Hi, may I help you?"
The woman standing in the doorway looked just about Karen's age, twenty-three, and was dressed as if she had just risen from bed, even though it was mid-afternoon. She was blonde, pretty and fresh-faced, wearing an inquisitive smile. The type of girl it would be nice to have as a friend, Karen thought.
"Oops, I'm sorry," she said before Karen had a chance to start her sales pitch, "about the way I'm dressed. In my nightie, I mean. I didn't have a chance to put anything else on."
"Oh, no matter," Karen said, "I..." She seemed to freeze. "I-I..."
Karen blushed furiously, completely losing her train of thought. The woman stood there, still smiling gently.
"Hah! Some salesperson I am! I can't even remember the beginning of the sales pitch I learned in training class!" Both women began to chuckle.
"Listen, honey," the woman at the door said. "My name is Jeri. I understand completely where you're coming from. I was in door-to-door sales myself, once. Come on inside and we can talk. Besides, I don't know if the neighbors approve of my standing in the doorway like this, in my nightie."
Karen glanced down and saw that the nightie did show a lot more than it concealed, and what it revealed -- big, ruddy-nippled breasts jutting beneath the silk -- was certainly spectacular enough!
"Oh, I don't think the male neighbors would disapprove," Karen said as she followed Jeri into the house.
As Jeri led the way into the living room, Karen had a better chance to view her beneath the flowing green silk, Jeri's body was sleek and sexy. Walking behind her, Karen had a chance to observe the smooth, sultry action of her full asscheeks as she padded barefoot across the carpeting.
As Jeri sat down and motioned for Karen to join her on the couch, a wisp of silk that went astray showed Karen that, indeed, Jeri was a natural blonde. She sat casually cross-legged on the couch, apparently unaware that Karen had an unobstructed view of her downy blonde pussy.
"Okay. I'm all ears. Go ahead with whatever you were going to tell me about."
"Well, for starters, my name is Karen Fields and I'm your representative for the new X-rated cable TV service in this area. There! I got it out!" Karen sighed with relief. "What I wanted to ask you was..."
There was a clatter of plates that came from the adjoining kitchen.
"Jeri? Where do you keep the frying pan?" a male voice asked.
Then a man stepped forth from the kitchen into the living room. Both women turned to look at the dark, muscular man standing before them. He paused for a moment when it dawned on him that he was completely naked. The man didn't even seem to be embarrassed -- even though he was bare-assed.
"If you had told me we had company, I would have dressed for the occasion," he said to Jeri with a sheepish grin. "Especially for such lovely company. Excuse me for a moment, won't you, girls?"
He reappeared, a towel wrapped around his loins. The towel didn't quite conceal the lump between his legs which, if anything, seemed to have grown larger.
"This is Dave," Jeri said. "He and I live here together."
She smiled, reached out and gave Dave's cock a gentle squeeze. In return, Dave gave one of Jeri's tits a lascivious tweak. By this time, Dave's prick had risen to half-mast underneath the towel.
"It's got a mind of its own," he humorously explained, joining them on the couch.
"Karen was telling me," Jeri said, "that there's a new X-rated TV service here in town."
"Great!" Dave exclaimed. "Fuck-movies! So they finally convinced those mother-fuckers on the city council that it's okay for adults to see sucking and fucking! I see you brought along a video cassette as a sample. Want me to plug it in, Karen?"
"Well, sure," Karen said. "That is, if you'd like to see some samples of the kind of programming we are offering on the X-Channel."
Well, thought Karen, here we go. She held her breath as she handed the cassette to Dave, hardly willing to admit to herself that this might be the making of her first sale.
Dave plugged the cassette into the player, and images flickered to life on the TV. A sultry-voiced narrator's voice came on and proceeded to describe the kinds of sexy viewing the channel offered. On the TV screen, a seduction began to be enacted in living color. A handsome blond-haired man and a beautiful red-haired woman were kissing in a silky, soft-focus image on the screen. Their lips met, their wet, pink tongues wetly grappling. The man gently unbuttoned the woman's blouse and opened it, revealing big, grapefruit-ripe tits, capped with pink-flushed nipples. Lowering his mouth to her tits, he lapped wetly at the nipples, alternating between them, sucking and biting them into erect hardness.
"Hey, this beats the hell out of regular TV, doesn't it, Jeri?" Dave asked.
Karen couldn't keep her smile to herself. But at the same time, the heated action on the screen was starting to get to her, too. She found her own nipples hardening and a tension coiling in her young pussy that demanded to be sprung.
Now the man and woman on the screen moved to a bed and were pulling each other's clothes off. The woman lay showing off her big tits and spreading her sweating thighs and the dewy slash of her cunt. The man was ecstatically raking his fingers across her body.
Karen had gotten so involved with the video that she had forgotten where she was, who she was with. Forgotten until she felt a warm hand gently stroking her own inner thigh and turned to see that Jeri was the one who was doing it. Dave was turned away from them, apparently absorbed in the video.
"Do you mind?" Jeri asked in a whisper.
"Well, I... I..." Karen stuttered, then paused. "Well, no!"
Karen turned her attention beck to the screen, enjoying the show as much as her two prospects seemed to. Now the man was standing beside the bed and the woman was undoing his belt, then pulling down his zipper. He was a powerfully built stud with a hair-matted, muscular chest, and when his pants came down to his knees, his big, engorged prick stood forth, looking like it was straining to bury itself in the next hot, wet cunt available.
Karen trembled gently when she saw the man's naked cock. Jeri was sitting closer to her now, and she could feel her hot, nearly naked body pressed close to her. Karen glanced across at Dave and saw that he was watching them and smiling with anticipation. Jeri had now escalated the movement of her hand into a hot, hard friction against Karen's pussy, moist within her designer jeans. Jeri caressed and strained her fingers against the smooth denim. Karen's cunt was on fire, and Jeri could feel that, too.
On the TV, the red-haired woman was pulling back the wrinkled foreskin on a prick that, in close-up, looked like it was about two feet long. Its ruby-colored head glistened and throbbed. The woman began to frig the skin of his prick back and forth while the man writhed in ecstasy.
Now Jeri had turned her caresses upward to encompass Karen's tits, which were still concealed by her blouse and bra. That simple action was enough to shatter all her resistance.
"Oh, Jeri, oh shit, to hell with the video!" she moaned steamily, and swung around to embrace the other woman.
In the flickering light of the video images, the women began to kiss, their hands roving over each other's hot body. Karen's hand found its way to Jeri's glistening cunt, and she lodged a couple of fingers in her sopping cuntlips, stroking and probing. Jeri revolved her hips, grinding her pussy into Karen's hand as she moaned. Jeri started to lean forward to undo the buttons on Karen's blouse, then had a better idea.
"Karen, you know, Dave here looks like he's feeling just a little bit left out," she said in mock sympathy. "And I saw how you reacted when that stud on the screen pulled out his cock. What would you say if all three of us moved to the bedroom?"
Karen was in no mood whatsoever to argue. The truth was, it had been a couple of months since she had had a really good fuck, and what with the way Jeri was coming onto her, not to mention Dave with his prick standing up like a flagpole underneath the towel, it looked like she was guaranteed just that -- a good fuck.
"Just one thing I want to tell you, though," Karen said with some hesitation.
"Oh sure, oh sure," Dave said. "We're going to subscribe to the X-Channel..."
"No, no, no, I didn't mean that," Karen said, slightly amused at Dave's misunderstanding. "What I mean is, I've never done it..."
"You mean you're a virgin?" Jeri asked. "Well, sister, then it's high time you did do it!"
"No, Jeri!" Karen said, shaking her head. "My God, I can't seem to make anything come out right today. What I mean is that I've never done it with a woman. Or with a woman and man at the same time, for that matter."
"So..."
"Well," Karen said, sliding her hand down to slowly fondle the bulge of Jeri's ass, "I sure would like to give it a try."
Chapter Two
As Karen removed her clothing, taking off her blouse and jeans, the temperature in the bedroom seemed to rise about ten degrees. Dave groped at his cock as he ogled the young woman, while Jeri sprawled on the oversized bed, eager with anticipation.
"And now the bra and panties," Jeri said, licking her lips. "I confess, I haven't been able to take my eyes off of those in first opened the door."
"Fuck, what did I do to deserve this?" Dave wondered out loud. "Two beautiful horny babes at once! Shit, my prick is screaming out for a pussy!"
Karen loved the attention, and was drawing her undressing out into a striptease. Finally, she undid and threw aside her flimsy bra, then cradled her ripe, delicate pink-nippled tits in her hands, weighing them in her fingertips, lifting them, tweaking the nipples into free-standing firmness.
"Well, here's the last of it," she said, and pulled down and stepped out of her filmsy pink panties. "What do you think?"
"I vote a fucking ten!" Jeri gasped.
"Give us another turn, Karen," Dave said. "I want to get another look at that fabulous ass of yours!"
Karen turned in a slow circle while Dave clung to his cock for dear life, rubbing it, coaxing it to its full length. On the bed, Jeri was playing with her pussy, rubbing and grinding her fingers into her cuntslit, never taking her eyes off of Karen for a moment.
"You two have no idea how much I want to be fucked and sucked and eaten!" Karen moaned, then crawled onto the bed beside Jeri. Dave had long since dropped the towel to the carpet and was now stroking his prick in earnest. Karen knelt next to Jeri, who was still working on her pussy with her fingers. Karen had never tasted pussy before and was eager to try. She lowered her head between Jeri's legs, now twitching with excitement, grasping her hot, sweaty thighs with her hands while dipping her mouth down to indulge. She licked at Jeri's twitching fingers, dipping her mouth and tongue between them, sucking and chewing at the salty lips of the pussy beneath.
"Ooh, yeah, baby! Do that! I love that!" Jeri dislodged one of her hands from her pussy and grasped the back of Karen's head, burying her fingers into her hair and forcing her face to push harder into her crotch.
"I hope you two girls are ready, because here I come," Dave said gleefully crawling up on the bed with them.
When Dave reached Karen as she crouched over Jeri, he was faced with the sweet, shapely cheeks of her ass projecting at him. He crammed his face into her creamy asscheeks, going to work with his tongue, lapping and stroking her asscheeks and asshole. Karen's moans were muffled in Jeri's hairy cunt, but she shook her ass under the onslaught of Dave's hot, wet tongue. Jeri rolled out of the way and Karen moved onto her back, beckoning Dave with a hand cupping his heavy, hairy balls.
"Eat me, Dave!" she whispered in a throaty voice. "Eat me hard!"
Jeri grabbed one of Karen's tits and began to suck the nipple while Dave went for her pussy. As he brought his face down, he spread the delicate pink cuntlips with his fingers, opening them wide. His tongue swept deep, hard and hot, slowly frictioning the length of her pussyslit, probing and concentrating on her cunt. Karen could feel the electricity of an orgasm chewing within her guts, but she tried to hold it back.
Karen's pussy and legs twitched and rolled rhythmically as Dave thrust his tongue inside of her. The combination of Jeri kneading and sucking her tits while Dave's talented tongue tormented her cunt was just about enough to drive her over the edge.
"Yeah! Just that way, Dave! Dig your tongue in! Grind it in! Eat it! Eat my cunt!" she gasped, grinding her hips and driving her sopping, hairy pussy against Dave's lips and teeth.
Jeri's tits were now squashed against Karen's, flip-flopping while Karen jerked her ass. Dave reached around to thrust his fingers into Jeri's pussy while using his other hand to play with her asshole, then he pushed and withdrew his fingers rhythmically, tickling her shitter at the apex of each stroke.
Jeri and Karen's mouths and tongues wrestled as Karen's eyes widened. She saw, past Jeri's tit and shoulder, that Dave was now repositioning himself to straddle her, getting ready to stick his hot, engorged prick into her cunt. She could hardly believe the size of his throbbing cock now that it had grown to its full length. Dave took his cock in hand and rubbed it a few times within the folds of her pussyhole, tormenting her.
"How's that feel, Karen? Do you like that?" Dave asked, teasing her. "Does my prick qualify as X-rated, my sweet little saleslady?"
And then, without warning, he fucked the shaft of his prick deep into her burning pussy. A scream welled up from the back of her throat but was muffled by the long, drawn-out kiss she was sharing with Jeri.
"How's that?" Dave grunted at the bottom of the stroke, lingering there. "You like that, baby?"
"This way," Karen said, breaking the kiss and motioning for Jeri to swing her hips over her, where she could get at her pussy and her asshole with her mouth. "Let me eat your asshole!"
Jeri swung a leg over, tensing and straining erect as Karen's tongue tingled into her ass. "Yessss!"
Then, while Dave continued to jerk his hips as he fucked Karen, he raised himself on his elbows and he and Jeri met in a lusty, chewing kiss.
Karen's tongue dove into Jeri's puckered little shitter in rhythm with Dave fucking his prick into her cunthole.
Dave was going at her hard and holding onto her asscheeks for dear life. His face was contorted with sexual fury as he fucked his prick all the way into her, slapping her sweaty flesh with his. Karen was moaning and twitching, still drilling Jeri's ass with her hot, writhing tongue, while Dave fucked in and out of her slippery cunt.
Dave had the kind of staying power it took to get to the prize. He didn't relent, plunging his thick, slick prick into her guts and giving her cunt walls a rubdown they weren't likely to soon forget.
"Shit, I don't think I can hold out a hell of a lot longer!" Dave moaned.
Karen's breathing was ragged as Dave's cock rammed deep into her. She was burning with waves of sensation as his big prick fucked into her repeatedly.
Then Jeri's tortured words echoed out.
"Oh, Karen!" she screamed. "I'm coming!" And then the three of them surrendered to the inevitable moment. Her orgasm hit Karen fullforce with an impact that felt like it was going to take her head off. It zapped out her brain, blinding her with electricity, and made her shriek.
"Oh, fuck!" Dave gasped, growling, savoring every delicious instant as his jizz shot deep into Karen's pussy. Jeri's ass quivered and shook too, as she was wracked with a violent, shuddering orgasm. Exhausted and flushed with heat, she still had enough energy to roll over toward Karen and Dave. She dislodged Dave's prick from Karen's cunt and fondled it, trying to coax forth the last dregs of spunk from it, then plunged her, mouth onto the flaccid cock, trying to catch the last few drops.
Chapter Three
Well, Karen thought, my first day out selling X-rated cable TV was certainly eventful enough. She had practically stumbled out of Dave and Jeri's house after the fucking they had given her, drops of come still slithering out of her pussy. Still, this had to be the exception, since it was her first day on the job. She should never, ever, let that happen between her and her customers again, she decided. Well, maybe not never. Never was an awfully final-sounding word. She should never, ever, let it happen again unless she ran into a customer that attracted her the way Jeri and Dave had.
After she had left their home Karen went to several other houses on the same block. She was delighted to find that the majority of people she talked to were quite receptive to the idea of X-rated cable, and many wanted to pay cash, sign-up, and schedule an installation right away. Of course, the fun with Dave and Jeri turned out to be the high point of the day, but when Karen returned to her car at the end of her working day, her sales book was stuffed with checks and cash.
"Karen, this is just fantastic!" her sales manager, Mr. Trevino, said as she handed him a thick book of completed order forms. He was a good-looking man, approximately ten years Karen's senior. The glasses he wore gave him a slightly serious look. "I've never seen a salesperson do quite so well her first day on the job!"
Karen felt rather proud of herself as well. She had virtually no sales experience at all -- that is, if you didn't count the time she sold tickets to her high school car wash -- but from the way her first day had gone, the job didn't seem too difficult.
"You know, Karen, considering the success you had in the field today, I'd like to go out with you tomorrow and observe your sales technique. I'm sure I could pick up some pointers to pass on to the other salespeople. You see, your production today was the highest of anyone in the office, and I'm really curious to observe your approach!"
As Karen drove up the next morning, she saw Trevino through the glass doors of the X-Channel office. He waved, picked up his briefcase and left the office to join her.
"Good morning, Karen," he said cheerfully, opening the door to her car. "All ready for a super-productive day?"
"Yessir!" She guessed that was the way that sales managers were supposed to talk, all enthusiasm and business.
"What area of town were you planning to work in today?" Trevino asked.
"Well," Karen said, "I hadn't really thought about it. I suppose I could go back to the same neighborhood I was in yesterday. The people there were pretty receptive to me and X-Channel, I thought."
"Karen, may I suggest something?" Trevino asked. "Why don't you try an area of town where the income bracket is a little higher. Say, across town to Horton Hills."
"Is that an easier area to sell in? I had the impression that all of the people that lived up there were snobs."
"Well," Trevino said, "I don't really think that's the case. Let's give it a try. What do you say? And by the way, call me Greg."
As he spoke, his hand came to casually settle on Karen's bare leg.
Trevino's eyes glittered behind his glasses. Backing her car out of the parking space and turning onto the street, the only thing Karen could think of was that the path to her pussy was unobstructed save for the light dress and panties she was wearing. Greg's hand could easily find its way past those, she told herself with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.
Outside of the business environment, Greg Trevino didn't seem quite so awesome. The boss-employee relationship seemed to melt as they drove away from the office.
"Tell me a little bit about yourself," Greg said to her.
Karen wasn't sure, since she had kept her eyes on the traffic moving around them, but she thought Greg's hand had moved higher up her leg.
"Well, Mr. Trevino -- I mean, Greg, there's not really that much to tell. Shoot this job is practically the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. I mean, I haven't led an entirely sheltered life, but I did grow up here in town."
Greg Trevino, Karen decided, wasn't entirely unattractive. It was the glasses, really, that made him look so conservative. Take them away and what did you have? Well, a quite nice-looking man of about thirty-five, gray hair beginning to prematurely shade his temples, with a well-trimmed mustache over his expressive lips.
"The truth is, Karen," Greg said, smiling, "I'm not really in the dark about how you made those sales last night."
Greg smiled knowingly.
Shit! Karen thought, jerking her head around to stare into Greg's steel-blue eyes.
"I mean, you do carry considerable assets into this job that some other girls might not have. You're a really foxy chick, if you'll pardon the expression." Karen sighed. So he didn't know.
"And don't think that I've been totally unaware of you, either," Greg said as if he were confiding a secret.
As Karen steered through the traffic and came to a halt at a traffic light, she had a sense, of what was about to transpire. She kept her eyes on the road as Greg scooted closer, his warm hand traveling even farther up her leg. His hand was nestled underneath her skirt, squeezing her upper thigh. His fingertips felt like they were leaving burning impressions on her skin. Suddenly she noticed an aching beginning to course through her loins.
"Uh, Greg, I don't think you'd better," she said, voicing her misgivings. "It's not that I don't want to, it's..."
"You're afraid that we might get the business mixed up with the pleasure? That somehow this might affect your job?"
"Exactly." She flicked her turn signal and made the turn into Horton Hills.
"Well, there's no need to worry about that. I'm not one of those kiss-and-tell type guys that spreads all his conquests around the locker room -- or for that matter, the sales office. Besides, if you stop to think about it, I'm probably less anxious for management to find out about what I do in my private life than you are." Greg motioned toward a tree-lined street they were approaching. "Make the turn here."
Karen did, easing the car onto a well-kept street of big, older homes and newer apartments.
"I haven't been entirely frank with you, Karen, in suggesting we drive here. This is my neighborhood, you see. What I'm hoping is that you'll come up to my apartment so that we can get acquainted a little more."
"Well, Greg, I'm kind of curious as to what makes you think I'm interested in getting acquainted, as you put it." Karen gazed at him with questioning eyes.
Greg stared back. "You mean you're not?"
"Oh, no, I didn't say that. Listen -- never mind. Let's just go with the flow. Sure, let's drop over to your place and see what happens."
On Greg's direction, they turned into the driveway of an expensive-looking apartment complex. They left the car and followed a cobbled pathway leading to his apartment. He unlocked the door, turned on the subdued lighting and ushered her into a plush bachelor's pad, complete with wall-to-wall carpeting, a fireplace and wet bar.
"Say, this is nice," Karen said. "Maybe I can look forward to living in a place like this once I really get going in the cable business."
"You know, Karen," Greg said, "I wouldn't be in the least surprised."
And then without warning he pulled her close to him and kissed her. Karen was pleasantly surprised as Greg's mouth met hers, his tongue pushing its way in to grapple with hers. As their bodies pressed tightly together and the kiss continued to draw out, she could feel her nipples hardening and pressing against Greg's muscular chest.
"Oh, shit, Greg!" she gasped, puffing her mouth away from his. "I shouldn't be doing this! What you must think -- I..."
"I don't think anything, Karen. I just know that you're a beautiful chick and I want to fuck you."
This time it was Karen's turn to pull Greg's face to hers and to kiss him hotly, wetly. She reached up and took off his glasses, depositing them nearby on a table. "Greg, if that's how you feel, then do it. I want to be fucked."
Greg couldn't get Karen into the bedroom fast enough. Standing in front of her, his breathing quickening, Greg let his hands roam over Karen's ripe young body.
"Jesus, you're beautiful!" he moaned.
"So are you, Greg," Karen said. "And that's why I want to see you strip first."
"Anything you want, honey." Greg quickly undid his tie, pulling it off. Then he began to unbutton his shirt.
Karen watched as the shirt came off, revealing his powerful chest, lightly matted with dark hair. His stomach muscles were tight and corded, and Karen's imagination began to move lower. He took off his shoes and socks, then slowly, ever so slowly, unbuttoned his slacks and removed them. Finally, he stood before her with his big prick encased only in tight briefs, reminding her of the male strippers she had seen. And then he stripped those off. He stood before her, muscular and totally nude, his big cock half-hard, throbbing and on its way to becoming rock-hard.
"Christ, Greg, did anyone ever tell you that you're really well-hung?" she asked.
Greg smiled with self-assurance and approached. Karen lovingly reached out to his prick like it was her new toy. She gripped it and squeezed, then slowly started to toy with the foreskin, pulling it away from the big, red, slippery head of his prick.
"Just a second, Karen," Greg aid. "I want a little bit more inspiration."
He moved his hands to her blouse and started to unbutton it slowly, savoring the moment. Underneath she was wearing a bra, and when he undid it and let the flimsy cups fall away, her tits fell out, firm and free-standing, her sweet pink nipples erect.
Greg began to massage her tits with his hands, then pressed his face down, licking and sucking her nipples. As he sucked and pulled her nipples with his mouth, he reached down and undid her skirt. She wriggled out of the skirt, then pulled down her silky panties. The mound of her pussy was already damp with passion, and Greg ran his fingers through the downy hair, massaging the hill of flesh, occasionally letting his finger skim against and into her sticky-wet cuntcrack. His fingers toyed gently with her clit, and he could feel her breathing speed up as her lips and tongue wildly attacked his.
Greg lowered her back onto the bed, his prick probing out like a hungry snake searching the length of her hot thigh. She arched as his hands slid across her soft, squishy tits, then down to her stomach and on down to her pussy. Greg rolled atop her and she spread her legs.
"Stick that stiff prick in me, and stick it deep!" she gasped.
Then his hard cock fucked deep, sliding in until his crotch met hers. Tingling and coiling waves of fire moved from her cunt and through her body.
"Like that?" Greg asked.
His hands cupped her smooth, firm asscheeks and he pounded his cock deep within her hot, slippery folds. She squirmed and bit her lips as he fucked her with his big, stiff prick. His glistening, hard cock was buried to the hilt in her fragrant cunt, and he moved it gently, tingling her with delicious sensations. She was quivering from head to toe, and she imagined his cock thrusting into her pussy from the vantage point of her cunt, as if she was looking up at the hard cockhead as he pushed down the chute, smacking into the bottom, then pulling out with a slurp. Her tits were jerking up and down in rhythm with his strokes.
"Yeah, baby, that's it!" Karen moaned. "Yeah, that's what I want! Fuck me! Slide it in! Push it in! Push your big horny cock into my hole! Fuck me!"
Greg was really going at it, sweat splattering off both of them as he fucked his prick, with panting insistence into her sucking, greedy fuckhole. Karen tensed her cunt muscles.
"Christ, baby!" Greg panted. "You fit my prick beautifully! Shit, do I love your pussy! Move that hot little ass around! Suck my cock up into your cunt! Do it!"
Every time Greg's prick fucked into Karen's pussy, the thrust was punctuated by a tiny moan from her. As he fucked her, Greg coolly studied the little fox spread-eagled underneath him. Talk about job perks? It was no wonder she was doing so well out hawking X-rated TV to the yokels! Damn, he thought, what a piece!
Greg's ass was jerking up and down, his prick sliding in and out of Karen's wet, welcoming cunt. His prick was like a sawed-off piece of broomstick, lubricated by her slurping pussy juice and jammed up her cunt.
Karen had her arms around Greg as he fucked her, her fingers slippery against his sweaty back. Deep within her pussy, she could feel a surging of an orgasm getting ready to happen. It seemed to Karen as if his prick was growing and expanding inside of her pussy, getting ready to shoot all of his sticky spunk deep inside her cunt.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" Greg gasped, his spine stiffening, his motions slowing as he supported himself on his elbows. "I'm..."
And they rocketed over the edge together. Greg's flaming jizz shot forth, and both of them jerked wildly as he pumped his seed into her. Karen screamed with pleasure, raking her nails across his back. Their orgasms seemed to swirl and mix and burn until they both bellowed with pleasure.
Greg rolled off Karen and she laughed with exhilaration. "Fuck, Greg! That was fabulous! I want it again!"
"Sure, Karen."
"I mean now!"
"Then you've gotten over that little problem you had about fucking your boss?"
"Well, maybe," she said. "But I think it will take at least one more good fuck until I'm totally over it."
"Well, then," he chuckled, "I'll have to see if I can accommodate you. We wouldn't want to have poor employee-manager relations, after all."
Greg turned his eyes back to her nipples. Nipples had always turned him on. Karen sensed it and began to caress her own tits while he watched, rubbing and tweaking her nipples back into erectness.
Suddenly his prick was getting the message again. Greg began to jerk his cock, coaxing it back to hardness. In a matter of seconds, his prick was standing up proudly. As he moved to crawl atop Karen again, she smiled and shook her head.
"The other way," she said. "Can I have it the other way? In my ass?"
"Well, sure," Greg said, grinning as he warmed to the proposition.
Karen curled on her side on the bed, and Greg joined her. Reaching back, she took his engorged prick in her fingers and guided it toward her asscheeks and puckered little asshole. It took a couple of probing thrusts while Karen relaxed the muscles of her ass, but finally he fucked his cock in deeply. She moaned with pleasure as she felt the long cock sliding up her asshole. Greg repeatedly fucked his prick deep into her asshole, while she let out little grunts of joy.
"Turn over on your back," she said, and she rolled to a sitting position above Greg, his big prick still encased in her shitter. Her tits were thrust out in front of her as she savored the cock probing deeply into her ass.
Greg raised himself on his elbows and started to lick and chew at her nipples, taking the firm projecting pink points in his lips, and lolling his tongue around the outer puckered edges. She squeezed the muscles of her ass tightly, raising herself up and down the length of the stiff prick, watching the blissful expression on Greg's face as she savored her own burning pleasure.
"I love that pussy of yours, baby, but this is really tight!" Greg moaned. His strong hips were twisting and thrusting, and with each thrust, she could feel his prick fucking into her asshole. He got to work on her cunt with his fingers, fingering the hot wetness there, and rubbing her firm and throbbing clit.
Karen was shuddering with pleasure, still bobbing up and down on his erect cock, until she felt his thighs start to quiver. Greg's spunk was once more demanding to be set free, and it rocketed up his shaft and blasted out his pricktip to spatter into her asshole. Karen's body responded with burning waves of pure ecstasy, which seemed to expand out of her asshole, engulfing her cunt, then racing through the rest of her body. When the tremors of both of their orgasms had subsided, they lay together, savoring each other's presence.
Chapter Four
"Hell," Greg said. "We should have had a camera to film this one for X-Channel! Hey, listen, I've got a great idea. How about a nice luxurious shower? You know, all the modern conveniences and all of that shit."
Karen toyed with the thought for a moment. "You know, that really would be nice. If you'll join me, that is."
"You got the idea -- just what I was thinking, too." Greg smiled with a self-satisfied look.
They both rose from the bed and padded their way across the plush carpeting toward the bathroom. The bathroom reflected the appearance of the rest of the apartment, everything designed to emit a fine, masculine taste. In a matter of moments, Greg had adjusted the stall shower and turned on the jet of water. They both stepped into the hot spray and let the water caress their bodies. Greg couldn't resist, seeing Karen's body, sleek and shimmering with wetness, and pressed up close to her from behind, running his fingers over her glistening, slippery ass and hips. Karen writhed with pleasure and, as Greg pushed against her ass with his drenched crotch, she was amazed that there seemed to be the stirrings of yet another hard-on.
"Shit, honey," she said, "don't you ever quit?"
She reached for a bar of soap and began to lather it up. She rubbed the lather over his hairy chest, working the pearly suds in. Greg joined in, slowly and exquisitely lathering Karen's jutting tits. The nipples, beneath the tingling spray of water, had become tight, pert and puckered, glistening with their coating of suds. Karen was still ogling his swelling cock, now dripping with shimmering suds. She grasped his prick, working the suds into his thatch of crotchhair, over the big rod, and underneath, lavishing his sensitive, dangling balls.
"Ummm -- that's the way," Greg said, his prick still a little sensitive from the two previous workouts that it had received that day.
Greg reached his soapy hands down the length of Karen's smooth, shapely back, finally reaching her gently curved asscheeks. His fingers worked the suds over the warm mounds of her ass, smoothing the soap over the sleek flesh between the cheeks.
Karen and Greg moved closer beneath the warm, tingling spray, letting the water carry most of the soap away. Karen put her hands into the spray to rinse them, then dropped down to her knees. Greg's cock was still languishing at half mast, but it was obvious that it wouldn't take an act of God to turn it into the big, engorged, hard cock that she was used to.
Karen coaxed his prick up with gentle fingers, then leaned forward, spreading her lips and engulfing the cockhead. When her lips closed over the cockhead, Greg winced and sucked in his breath at the delicious sensation. Greg was shaky on his feet from the sensations that assaulted his body. He ran his fingers through Karen's drenched, water-darkened blonde hair as she skillfully sucked him toward his climax.
"Suck, baby, suck!" Greg gasped.
Karen mumbled an affirmative with the prick still lodged in her mouth, doing her best to oblige, taking in more and more of his slick prick until it was practically sliding down her throat. Her fingers, meanwhile, were delicately toying with the tight sac of his balls as they jiggled beneath his cock.
"Stick your finger up my asshole," Greg said, still rotating his hips and fucking his cock in and out of Karen's lips. Karen reached between Greg's hairy legs, running her fingers the length of his tight asscrack, and found his hairy asshole. She probed her finger inward, and Greg let out an appreciative moan, his legs quivering.
"Yeah, baby!" Greg gasped, and gripped her head more firmly. He began to growl ferociously and furiously jerk his hips, fucking his cock repeatedly into Karen's willing lips, which were sucking away like a surrogate pussy, molding themselves to the contours of his prick. "Oh, Christ! I love it! Do that, do it!"
Karen began to anticipate the rush of Greg's burning cum into her mouth and ached for the taste of it. She fucked her finger harder into his ass, probing the sensitive flesh and stimulating another fury of prick-pumping into her mouth from Greg. His cock was wet, hot and pulsating like a firehose with a huge amount of rushing water pent up, ready to splatter out a flood.
And then he shrieked with pleasure as his cum burst loose from the head of his cock, spattering the inside of Karen's mouth. She was still probing his asshole with her finger, pushing it repeatedly, twirling her finger in it, forcing out Greg's spurting jizz. Finally, come dribbling from her lips, Karen stood up beside Greg. They stepped from the tub and toweled each other off.
"I began to feel a little guilty again, about taking time off from work," Karen said, jokingly. "But I thought it over."
"Yes?"
"And since I sucked you off, well, you know the old saying about come being loaded with protein. I guess I can technically consider that this was just taking my lunch hour!"
Greg chuckled and shook his head. He pulled Karen close to him and held her tightly. Then he started kissing her forehead, then he kissed her closed eyes, her nose, and licked her ears, plunging his tongue in, caressing them with his tongue so that Karen felt her knees weakening. Supporting her ass with his hands, he brought his mouth to her delectable lips, then continued to work his way downward.
Chapter Five
Sunshine was streaming through Karen's bedroom window, and she had half-decided that it was time to rise. Just then, the phone jangled and she reached out, still partially asleep, to pick it up.
"Hello," she said, pushing her tousled blonde locks away from her eyes.
"Hi, sleepy-head. Remember me?" It was a familiar female voice, but it took a moment for Karen to register who it was.
"Jeri? Well, good morning!"
"Good morning? On what planet?" Jeri spoke with astonishment. "It's getting closer to afternoon. You must have had one hell of a night last night!"
"Well, actually I did." Greg's face flashed into Karen's mind as she recalled the previous day's fucking bouts.
"Well, listen, I just wanted to call and invite you to a little get-together that Dave and I are throwing tonight at our place. You're not too busy to come, are you?"
Karen mentally ticked through her calendar. "Well, I had planned on hitting the street a little bit later to make some sales. But I'm never too busy to come, if you know what I mean. What time are you having this bash?"
"About nine, okay?"
"That'd be fine. What kind of get-together did you have planned, by the way?"
"Let that be my little surprise, would you? Just be sure and wear something sexy! See you at nine!"
Karen replaced the receiver and lay back on her bed. She felt luxurious, naked beneath the silky spread. I wonder just what Jeri has in mind, she thought. She stretched sensuously, mildly excited by the mystery of what the other woman had planned.
Before she had a chance to finish her train of thought, the phone rang again. This time a man's voice greeted her, one that was instantly recognizable.
"Hi, beautiful! How's my sexy little salesperson?"
"Hi, Greg. Christ, is that how you think of me?" Karen pretended to be miffed.
"C'mon, Karen. Just playing with you! How are you? I don't want to sound crude, but my cock is still sore from yesterday!"
Karen smiled to herself. "Glad to hear it. It should be, after the number of times we did it. What have you got planned for today?"
"Well," Greg said. "Just my usual routine on Saturdays. Taking it easy, is all. Oh, I almost forgot the reason I called. Seems the big brass, upper management in other words, is pretty jazzed by your production for your first week on the sales force. They want to have a little chat with you on Monday morning. I'm supposed to be there, too. I don't exactly know all of the details, but I imagine it involves some kind of a little presentation and possibly a raise, too."
"Great! What time on Monday?"
"Noon. Sharp. And be sure and wear something sexy."
"What?" Karen was a little amused by the coincidental request. Apparently, these days, everybody wanted her to show off her tits and ass!
"Like I said, wear something sexy. What's so strange about that request?"
Karen laughed. "Oh, nothing. It's just that a friend -- girlfriend, that is, asked me to do the very same thing just moments ago."
"Well, your job is selling X-rated cable, after all. I guess everyone just wants you to look the part. They're probably planning on taking a photo of you at the presentation."
"Doing what?" Karen asked in mock wonder. "Receiving a silver dildo award?"
"Wouldn't be surprised," Greg chuckled. "Wow, Karen, you sure do sound sexy in the morning." His tone seemed to turn more intimate. "What are you wearing?"
"Oh, nothing special."
"Oh, you mean nothing at all?" Greg picked up the cue in her tone. "Sounds really nice. You still in bed?"
"Uh-huh. How about you?" She luxuriated back on the bed, running her fingers through the curly hair of her pussy, arching and writhing as she caressed herself.
"I'm in the kitchen," Greg said. "Looking every inch the sportsman. I played a round of tennis a little bit earlier and I still haven't changed out of my tennis clothes."
"Every inch the sportsman, eh?"
"Well, practically. Since I've been talking to you I guess my cock has been remembering last night. It's getting hard inside my jock!"
"Sounds nice," Karen said, a vision of Greg's hard, reddened cock suddenly appearing in her mind's eye. "I'll bet that right now it's getting just right for sucking."
"Oh, yeah," Greg said. "Just right for sucking!"
He shifted onto his other foot and reached into his tennis shorts. His fingers went under the tight elastic band of his jock and grasped his hardening cock. He squeezed with pleasure, feeling his hot prick continuing to swell in his fingers.
"You playing with yourself?" Karen asked huskily. She was beginning to slowly squirm in bed, one band holding the telephone receiver while the other hand toyed with the lips of her pussy. She licked her fingers, tasting the saltiness of her pussyjuices, then rubbed the moisture into her cuntlips.
"I sure am. How about, you?"
"Umm... yesss!" she hissed, her tongue going out to moisten her lips. "Just thinking about you makes me hornier than hell! Are you standing up in the kitchen, or sitting down?"
"Standing up. By the open window. I sure hope no one is watching out the window of the apartment across from here."
"I'm stretched out on my bed. I've thrown the covers off, and I'm spread out completely nude on the bed."
"Yeah," Greg said, urging her on, at the same time quickly pulling down his tennis shorts and jock until they hovered at his knees. "Tell me more!"
"Well, I'm just imagining that you're here in the bedroom with me. You're standing at the foot of my bed watching me while I play with my pussy. I'm sticking my fingers into my cunt and you're watching. You can't seem to take your eyes off of me while you frig your big cock with your hand, building up and building up to one hell of a climax!"
Karen had shoved her middle finger deep into her warm, moist cunt, and she probed it, using her finger like a smaller, substitute prick. She cradled the receiver between her head and shoulder while her other hand kneaded the sweet, resilient flesh of one of her tits.
"Yeah, baby, that's right, I'm right there in the room with you and you're spread out in front of me, your legs open wide, just aching for my prick to fuck in!"
"My cunt is aching for you, Greg!" Karen spread the lips of her pussy with her fingers, imagining Greg's big, erect cock standing out in a stiff half-arc, jutting out from his muscular torso.
"Screw me good, baby!" she whispered lustily, while her own talented fingers performed the task.
She was jabbing her fingers in and out of the wet, liquid pussy, while at the other end of the phone connection, Greg imitated the action by jerking on his aroused cock. Greg moaned while he pumped away at his prick, imagining all the while that Karen was right there with him and that it was fucking and diving into her blonde-fringed cunt.
"God, that feels fabulous!" Karen moaned. "Fuck, Greg! Shit, do I ever want you to fuck me! To fuck me in every hole! To stick your big, hot cock into my cunt! Would you like to do that, Greg?"
"Fuck yes, I would!" Greg said. "Fuck yes!"
"And I want you to suck my nipples, my pink nipples, until they stand up erect and hard. Would you like that?"
"Ummmmm..." was Greg's muffled response.
"And while you suck and lick my nipples, I want you on top, fucking me, fucking me hard and fast. Would you like that?"
"Shit, yes, baby!" Greg panted, jerking away still at his cock.
"And while you fuck me, I want you to stick your finger into my asshole and fuck me that way with your finger. Would you do that for me?"
"Christ, I'd love to!" Greg gasped, his clasped fist still beating his cock to climax.
"And then could you just-just stroke me slow! Ever so slowly!"
As Karen spoke, she plunged her middle finger deep into the warm and wet confines of her cunt, twisting it into the luscious sopping softness, reaming the interior, probing carefully and deeply, and then withdrawing it. She did it with delicious slowness.
"Yeah, ever so slowly!" Greg whispered huskily into the phone, imagining he could see Karen's young, ripe body spread out sensuously on the bed. His fingers ran up the length of his hard, meaty cock, drawing out hot, tingling sensations. He alternated with quick pulls on the end of his cock, making it bob up all around as he pulled the foreskin back and forth repeatedly. He arched his back, tensed his asshole, urging the juice to come forth. With each pull on the skin, it made a little sucking noise, and with each pull it seemed to grow larger. The head of his cock was engorged, shiny and ready to spit.
"Fuck me so slowly!" Karen panted, pushing her fingers into her cunt. "Slow but hard!"
When her fingers got to the end of the hot cunt, she pushed hard, then harder, until she almost winced. Then she withdrew her finger again, feeling the warm, liquid stickiness.
Karen ran her palm, moist with cool perspiration, over her soft, pearl-tipped, pert tits, coaxing her nipples to harden. Her pleasure was moving upward in a huge aching longing, as if she was dying to have every available hole in her body -- asshole, pussy, mouth -- plugged and fucked hard, violently, continuously, until her whole body burst apart in the fireworks of orgasm after explosive orgasm.
"Yeah, baby, you know I love it," Greg said huskily into the telephone, his voice drawing Karen back an endless distance to the present moment. "But I just don't think that there's any way I can hold back this load of came for one second longer!"
Greg moaned, feeling the heat and burning jism welling up in his throbbing cock, ready to blast out.
"I can't either!" Karen gasped ecstatically, panting, jerking and pounding her fingers violently into her damp, hairy crotch. "Fuck me!"
She screamed and clutched the hot folds of her pussy between her sweaty fingers, clasping, pulling and coaxing bet cunt until a long, hot orgasm burst in her and she screamed and gurgled with pleasure, all the while continuing to whip her cunt into a fury with her fingers.
When Karen's orgasm had subsided, she stretched out on the bed. She was still writhing, luxuriating in the sensations that had burned up her body. Her hands were still positioned at her crotch, her fingers still lodged into the wetness of her cunt. Her blonde hair was a mess, tossed casually across her pillow, and her eyes looked dreamy.
She could hew Greg moaning as his orgasm slowed to an end. Then suddenly there followed silence, succeeded by a loud clunking sound.
In his kitchen, Greg stood feeling drained and slightly embarrassed. His cock was hanging limp, still held between his fingers as his jizz pumped its last dregs onto the floor. His orgasm had taken every last bit of energy out of him. He staggered for a moment, losing his balance. Woozily, he retrieved the phone receiver from the floor where he had dropped it.
"Sorry about that, baby," he said. "Things got a little bit out of hand. I dropped the phone on the floor."
"Don't worry about it, love... Thanks for the wake-up call!"
After their conversation, if you could call it that, Karen had a lazy, relaxed day roaming town and scooping neighborhoods for future sales prospects.
That night, Karen drove across town, the warm breezes of summer enticing her as they drifted into the open convertible. She hadn't the slightest idea what kind of evening Dave and Jeri had planned, but just to play it safe she carried her X-Channel sales book in the car. There was always the chance that conversation might drift around to the X-Channel during the evening, and it might mean that she could pick up a sale or three. Karen was clad in a tight skirt and went braless beneath her blouse, a bow to Jeri's request for her to wear sexy attire.
Karen arrived at Dave and Jeri's, parking the car among a scattering of others in front of their rambling, ranch-style home. As she went up the walkway to the house, sounds of mellow music wafted out to greet her. The door was slightly ajar, so she tapped lightly, then stepped inside.
"Hey there, gorgeous!" Dave exclaimed as he advanced across the room to give her a kiss in greeting -- not a passionate kiss, really, but then not entirely a formal one, either. Dave took her arm to lead the way into the living room.
A number of other people were standing around the room in ill-defined clumps, laughing, talking, sampling their drinks. Karen saw Jeri standing across the room, laughing uproariously at some joke, then Jeri saw her too and dislodged from the group she was with. She approached Karen and offered a quick peck to her cheek. She gestured and asked for people to quiet down, then made the informal introduction.
"Listen up, everybody," she said, drawing their attention. "This is our good friend Karen Fields. She's a real knockout, don't you think?"
There was an approving murmur and a flurry of head-nodding from the group.
"Karen sells X-rated cable TV for a living. That's right, gang, fuck movies! You have to admit that she looks good enough to star in them, right? Now, Karen," Jeri gestured as she pointed out each member of the group, "This is Joanne. She's a professional graphic designer, and she lives next door. Carla here is an old friend. She's the mayor's secretary, and I can guarantee you he didn't pick her for her speed at shorthand! Amy is my sister. She's a student, but just between you and me, she's a worse nympho than I am!"
The whole group laughed. Karen could see that Jeri was setting the stage for a very informal evening.
"Now for the guys. Todd, the big hunk with the mustache, who's trying to put his hand on Joanne's ass, is a physical education instructor for the local college. You could tell by his body, right?" Karen grinned and nodded. "The guy next to him with the blond hair is Bill. Bill's a computer something. Truth is, I don't have any idea what he does, but I know it has to do with computers."
"Computer systems designer, Jeri. Very pleased to meet you, Karen," Bill said somewhat shyly.
"Now, Karen, don't go letting your guard down too soon with Bill," Jeri said to them both. "He's just about the biggest lady-killer around. He gets all his women with that oh-so-innocent approach of his!"
"Don't go giving away all my secrets, Jeri!" Bill laughed and took a long swallow from his drink.
"And last but not least, and I can testify to that because I've seen him with his pants off, is Carl. Carl is an architect, but actually his most famous achievement is that he was a centerfold in a women's magazine."
"Really?" Karen asked, wide-eyed.
"Afraid so," Carl said. "A friend and I were fooling around with a camera one evening and she sent the results in to the mag. I was embarrassed at first, then I got really blown away when she showed me the letter that said they wanted to publish the shots. Well, it was a lot of fun, anyway, and every once in a while girls who recognize me still come up on the street for an autograph."
"It really does sound like fun," Karen said, smiling approvingly. Somehow, her eyes couldn't help but wander to the crotch of Carl's tight leather pants.
"Dave," Jeri said, "would you play bartender and give a fill-up to anyone who needs a new drink? Everybody else, c'mon and gather around. I've got a surprise for you. I'm going to show you what this party is all about!"
"Jeri is known for her wild parties," said Carla, a brunette who looked like she had been poured into her sarong-like dress.
Perhaps, Karen thought, Jeri had told all of the girls to sexy themselves up for the party as well!
As the group positioned themselves on two couches and a couple of easychairs surrounding the coffee table, Jeri left the room to fetch her surprise.
"Oh, Karen. Really nice to meet you," Joanne, a milk-skinned, green-eyed redhead said from the other couch. "Would you remind me to order that X-Channel from you before the evening is over with?"
"Sure," Karen said, "I'll be happy to."
"Hey, and I want to order when you get a chance, too," Carl said.
"You taking orders for the X-Channel, Karen? I want it!" Bill called out.
"Me too!" Amy cried.
Suddenly it seemed to Karen that this evening might prove to be profitable in more ways than one. In moments, Jeri returned to the living room carrying a simple polished wood box. She sat the box on the coffee table.
"Well," Bill said, "we can see that it's bigger than a bread-box. Now are you going to tell us what's in it?"
"Yeah, Jeri," Carla said, "you're not going to keep us in stitches all night long, are you?"
"Voila!" Jeri exclaimed, opening the lid of the box. Within lay a glistening array of dildos, each one different from the others.
"My God!" Amy gasped. "That's a wickedlooking assortment!"
"You mean," Todd said, "that this is a bunch of artificial pricks?"
Jeri gazed at Todd with an expression of total disgust. "Goddamn, Todd, you are naive, aren't you? Of course they're artificial pricks! Dildos, in other words. Now Todd, here's the bonus, question. Do you know where to stick these things?"
The group convulsed with laughter, all except for Todd, who sat there gradually reddening.
"C'mon, Jeri. Quit picking on poor Todd," Carla said. "I, for one, know that Todd definitely knows where to stick a prick, artificial or otherwise."
"Yes," Joanne said with a note of humorous sarcasm in her voice, "I think I know exactly what you mean."
She bent over the case of dildos, examining their smooth surfaces with interest. Finally she seemed to decide on one and pulled it out of the case. It was a big, cream-colored dong about a foot and a half long. On each end of the fat shaft projected big, engorged prickheads, gaping slits and all. Great enlarged veins ran the length of the oversized prick, making it look like it was straining to spew out a gigantic load of jizz.
"Hey, girls, can you imagine sucking a cock this size?" Joanne asked, then pulled the cock up to her lips and ran her wet tongue in a glistening path from the base of the bloated cockhead up to its tapering tip.
"Hey!" Carla exclaimed, reaching in and pulling another of the dildos out of the box. "How would you like this monster shoved up your hot little pussy?"
Bill had drawn out an immense shiny black plastic prick. It was similar to the one Joanne had pulled out, but this one had only one head and featured plastic whiskers in graduated rows near the base, designed to tackle the plumpest clit and make it scream for mercy.
"This one looks like Dave's cock, except Dave's is much bigger!" Jeri giggled, snuggling up to her man. "Qops! My mistake!" Jeri pointed to the dildo she was holding. "Dave, your cock doesn't have all these big bumps running all up and down it, does it?"
"So?" Dave asked, looking at her with a pretended look of being offended.
"So, all I'm saying is I'll bet those big bumps will feel really delicious when that thing is sliding in and out of my pussy."
"Hey, Jeri!" Dave shouted, laughing. "I never heard any complaints about it before now! Look, put your toy down and I'll take you in the bedroom and give you a taste of the real thing. My cock wants your pussy a lot more than that plastic one does!"
"See!" Jeri gasped. "These things are making you horny? I knew they would!"
She reached over and felt Dave's bulging crotch. Sure enough, under the rough denim fabric of his jeans she could feel his prick extending and becoming rock-hard.
"Hey, I wouldn't mind giving one of those babies a try," Amy said, glancing at the box of dildos with anticipation. "Look! The one that's still in the box is electric -- it's got a built-in vibrator!"
"Did the lady request a demonstration?" Todd asked with a note of humorous gallantness. "C'mere, Amy, and let me show you how that thing works!"
Todd didn't have to offer twice. He was sitting on a nearby couch, so Amy did the only logical thing. She walked over and sat on his lap. When she did, she bounced up and let out a little squeal. Then she reached down to finger the bulge between his legs.
"Shit, Todd!" she gasped. "You've already got a hard-on!"
"What'd you expect? Now let me show you how one of these things works." He flipped on the switch at the base of the dildo and sent a humming and vibrating through its entire length. "How's that feel?"
Todd moved the humming dildo up and down the length of Amy's inner thigh.
"Oooh!" Amy moaned, shivering as the plastic cock roamed the length of her hot thigh. "Try it just a little bit higher!" Todd was quick to accommodate, running it under her skirt and up her smooth, fleshy thigh.
"You're turning me the fuck on, Todd!" she panted. "I hope you realize that!"
"Oh noooo!" Todd laughed, shaking his head. "I didn't realize that!"
Everyone in the room got a good chuckle out of that except for Joanne, the redhead, and Carl, who were oblivious to everything, curled around each other on a couch and passionately tongue-kissing. Carl was a quick worker. He already had Joanne's blouse half-open and was fondling her big, crimson-capped tits.
Karen saw that Amy was getting hotter than a firecracker while Todd continued to tease and caress her with the vibrating dildo. Now he had progressed up to her tits and was running the throbbing, humming plastic cock all over them, concentrating on her nipples, hard and jutting beneath the cloth of her blouse. Amy was writhing and moaning, she might as well have been steaming, arching her back and shaking her tits while Todd worked on her nipples. To Karen it looked too good of an opportunity to pass by. She wasn't sure that she definitely wanted to get the big, bloated plastic cock shoved up her cunt, but she was quite certain that she wanted Todd's cock lodged there. She could tell the size and shape of his big prick bulging beneath the fabric of his pants while Amy bounced away on his lap. Karen walked over to where Todd and Amy were going at it.
"Do you suppose I could see a demonstration of that, too, Todd?" she asked. Amy and Todd both looked at her, and from their smiles, she could tell that they were interested in what they saw.
"Fuck, yes," Amy said breathily. "I don't need to keep this stud all to myself tonight!"
In moments, Karen had joined them on the couch and Todd had begun to rub the dildo over both of their bodies. Surrendering all her inhibitions, Karen leaned forward and kissed Amy, while Amy reciprocated by reaching out and cupping Karen's tits between her grasping fingertips.
Todd had progressed to the point where he was buzzing the dildo over both of the girl's hot crotches, alternating between them, while his other hand caressed and worked under Karen's skirt and into the moist crack of her ass. Karen stole a quick glance away and saw that the other partiers were hardly lonely either.
Bill, the blond guy, had Jeri sprawled out on the plush rug. He had her blouse wide open and her slacks down around her knees, and was fucking away on top of her. His strong, muscular ass was jerking up and down furiously as he fucked his cock into her. Dave suddenly surprised Karen by coming up from behind her on the couch and pushing his big, hard cock -- which was naked because he had dropped his pants down around his ankles. His hands reached around to dive under her panties and to grab at her pussy, slithering his fingers into her wet pussycrack.
Karen moaned as Dave eased her panties down, then slid his prick tight up to the wet crack of her cunt. Amy had meantime taken Todd's erect cock out and was frigging the head up and down with her hand, sucking it while she dribbled spit down its length. Todd took it all in with a rapturous expression, still buzzing the dildo over Karen's sensitive tits. Karen felt like her cunt was on fire, writhing as Dave frictioned her cunt with his fingertips.
"Stick it in, Dave!" she panted as. Todd continued to buzz the dildo over her tits. "Stick your cock into me before I explode!"
"Anything you say, Karen," Dave said, and, trembling, he slipped her panties down to her knees. He nuzzled his crotch against her ass, then, gasping his hard, swollen cock in his hand, pressed it into the outer folds of Karen's already hot and dripping cunt. With a sudden thrust, Dave fucked his long, engorged prick deep into her pussy, until it felt like it was crammed deep into her guts.
"Oh, yeah! Do it! Do it!" she gasped, wiggling her creamy ivory ass.
Dave furiously fucked her with his cock, nuzzling up against her, his face buried in the cleft of her shoulder. She could feel the hot stickiness of his perspiration and his animal-like breathing as he blasted his cock into her cunt. Karen was frenzied too, shaking her tits and pushing her ass at Dave's thrusting prick.
"Ooooooh!" Karen cried as she felt something building in her that, she knew, was going to blow her away when it hit.
Dave's muscular stomach hit hard against her as he fucked his prick deep into her cunt. Karen was collapsed face-forward onto Todd's lap and had taken over from Amy at sucking Todd's still-erect cock.
Karen was moaning and mindless with the pleasure of Dave violently fucking his cock in again and again. All she could do was gobble away at Todd's long, slim, purplish prick as it stood at full length, quivering and ready to spurt. Todd was enthusiastically jamming the dildo into Amy's pussy as she crouched in front, her legs spread wide apart to accept the gigantic artificial prick, groaning and gurgling with pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Drive it in! Stick me with that big, hard cock! Blast it into me! Yeah! Harder! Harder!" And each thrust was punctuated with one of her deep moans of pleasure.
Amy had her skirt off now and was playing with and pulling on her own pert, spike-tipped tits as Todd dildo-fucked her.
"Oh, motherfucker!" Dave groaned as he felt both he and Karen's orgasms building like a wash of delicious fire burning inside them, burning up their guts.
"Shit, baby!" Karen cried, momentarily pulling her lips away from Todd's prick. "Fuck me! Move that big fucking cock!"
"Eat it, baby! Eat it hard!" Todd growled as Karen gobbled up his cock again. As Karen shook and spasmed with her come, she simultaneously felt his molten come splatter hotly over her tongue, filling up her mouth. All she could do was swallow and swallow as she came on the end of Dave's big stiff cock.
After their little threesome, Karen was far from being willing to call it a night. But then, it seemed, neither were the other party-goers.
"I promised myself when you walked in that I'd get a shot in you," Carl said, standing before her. He was naked from the waist up, his chest matted with dark hair. His muscular legs and crotch were still encased in tight black leather pants.
Karen didn't need another invitation. Even though she had already been fucked once, she was still burning with lust. The idea of having one of the dildos jammed up her pussy was enticing her, too. At this point she felt like she could fuck all night long, there was just nothing else in the world to equal the thrill of having a big cock plowing and exploding into her cunt, or asshole, for that matter.
"That sounds great to me, Carl," she said lustily, walking up to him and running her fingers through the hair on his chest. "But what do you say if we find a bed for some real fucking?"
Carl licked his lips and looked at her. She was still clad in her skirt and blouse, although her blouse was open, revealing the sexy, shadowed valley between her tits.
"Follow me," Carl said, leading the way.
As they walked toward the bedroom, Karen stopped to scoop one of the remaining dildos from the case, smiling lasciviously at Carl as she did so.
One of the adjoining rooms was a bedroom. Karen sat on the bed and, while Carl eagerly took it in, she pulled back her skirt to her waist and spread her thighs wide. Carl ogled her blonde-furred cunt, still dripping with Dave's load of come.
"Strip that skirt and blouse all the way off, honey. I want to see the whole, beautiful package," Carl said. Karen slipped out of her skirt, then placed it on a nearby chair. Carl unbuttoned his pants and eased his thumbs under the waistband. He slowly peeled the clinging leather down, inch-by-inch revealing his big prick. Finally, the pants came down past the end of his cock and it sprang forward, the big purple prickhead oozing out a hot drop of jism.
"Goddamn, Carl! Come here!" Karen moaned, running her hands through her steamy bush. "Stick that big cock to me! Stick it in deep until it's way up in my guts! I want to come!" Karen was breathing heavily, her eyes riveted to Carl's big prick. Her tits were rising and falling with her breathing, while her cunt was starting to juice by itself. She peeled back the lips of her pussy with her fingers, revealing the wet pink crack between the blonde muff. Her clit jutted out like a miniature version of Carl's cock as Karen's fingers lovingly rubbed it.
Meanwhile, in the doorway to the bedroom, another figure had appeared. It was Amy, nude and obviously looking hot to jump on the nearest hard cock she could locate. Amy felt her own horniness stirring at the sight of them, so she slithered a finger past her sparsely haired cunt mound and into her heated pussylips. Heat seemed to engulf her in waves as she gently pressed on her clit.
Karen and Carl got into the bed, though not beneath the covers. Carl sat up, his back against the wall, his prick jutting out like a small flagpole. Karen climbed over his legs and eased her back up against him. She let her ass settle down between his hairy legs. They still had not noticed Amy leaning in the doorway, observing every one of their movements. Karen's legs were split wide, with the crack of her pussy emphasized so that Amy could view it perfectly. Karen shook her ass and grabbed at Carl's erect prick, feeling it bob in her hand. She edged it toward her cunthole until it was pressed into the lips, of her cunt, pulsing as she rubbed it against the wet, heated folds.
"Oh, yeah!" Amy whispered under her breath. "Let me see that ripe pussy of yours -- let me see Carl stick his big cock into..."
And then Amy's hand encountered something on the dresser table next to the doorway. Her fingers closed around it and lifted it up to her face. It was the dildo she had seen Karen pick up on her way in here. The head of Carl's cock was battering at the door of Karen's cunt. Karen's greedy, sucking fuckhole was forcing it in farther. Unsteady in the doorway, her knees trembling, Amy spread her legs, hungrily anticipating the entrance of the enormous dildo deep inside her. There were whiskers of plastic affixed to the big, engorged head of the dildo, and as Amy eased it into her pussylips, they tingled and tickled her. Carl took Karen's titsbetween his fingers, tweaking at the nipples, caressing them until they were turning a lusty ruby. He bucked with his stomach and hips, and suddenly she was deeply impaled on his slippery prick.
As Amy watched Carl tuck his prick into Karen, she simulated the action by pressing the dildo into her own cunt. She groaned as she settled onto the plastic prick, leaning her shoulder onto the door frame, shuddering as the whiskers tingled up into her cunt. She hummed with pleasure as she slowly fucked the long cock into her pussy. The ruby lips of her soaking cunt were quaking with pleasure. She slid the dildo in, practically tasting the smooth, wet surface of it. Simultaneously, she ate up all of Karen and Carl's fucking with her eyes. She could even see the hairy dangling sac of Carl's balls underneath Karen's straining pussy. As Carl repeatedly fucked into Karen's cunt with his prick, his balls were bouncing and jiggling against her.
Karen lovingly fondled Carl's muscular ass with her fingers while he supported himself above her. Suddenly she flashed on how she seemed to be living a fuck movie ever since she had signed on at the X-Channel -- and was enjoying every minute of it! Then a slight motion of light in the shadowed room drew her attention. She wrapped her arms around Carl and pulled him closer to her, squashing his hairy chest to her tits and slowing their rapid fucking. It took her a second to focus her eyes on what was in the shadows.
Amy's slim, youthful body was accentuated and molded by the shadows. Karen's eyes roamed over the young girl's lush figure, starting with her long, tousled red hair. Then her eyes moved to the delectable tits, down the curves of her taut belly to the enticing v-shape of her cunt.
Chapter Eight
Karen's lips curved slightly upward into a smile, acknowledging Amy's presence. Amy slowed the rapid frigging beat of the dildo, entranced by being discovered in her role as a voyeur. She began to mold the words to say something, but no sound would come forth, so she halted, embarrassed, feeling like a little child caught in some naughty act.
"There's no need whatsoever to feel shy, Amy," Karen said gently. Carl slowly turned toward Amy, slowing the erratic jerking of his sleek ass. When his eyes feasted on Amy's nubile figure, Karen had to chuckle. She could feel his prick growing noticeably harder, swelling even more within her cunt.
"I can feel that Carl really likes what he sees," Karen murmured.
"You what?" Carl asked, glancing at Karen.
"Oh, never mind. Not important," Karen said, smiling. "But Amy..."
"Yes?" Amy said, her big eyes widening. The dildo was still captured in her hand, the head still firmly thrust deep into her hot young pussy.
"Amy, I just can't stand you tormenting me by standing over there all by yourself in the corner. Why don't you haul those cute tits and that luscious little ass and that furry little pussy and join us over here?"
Amy's shyness at being caught in her voyeurism evaporated quickly at Karen's friendly, welcoming tone.
"You mean that it's okay, really, that I was watching? I wasn't sure if you'd mind, I mean..." Amy stuttered. Then, as if only noticing for the first time, she gasped. In a moment, she had dislodged the dildo from her cunt and replaced it on the dresser.
"C'mere," Carl said, throatily, motioning to her and turned Karen, careful not to dislodge his still-engorged prick as he rolled on his side. Amy's eyes swept across Karen and Carl. She padded slowly across the carpet with the grace of a sleek young animal. Kneeling, she began to grope her hands through Karen's silky hair. One hand crawled over to cup and stroke one of Karen's deliciously soft, ripe tits. Karen's nipples were erect. Karen groaned and rolled toward Amy. Their mouths met, hot and wet, their tongues questing. Carl leaned across Karen and his hand went out to grab and knead Amy's succulent, pert ass, his fingers coursing between her asscheeks, lavishing her whole with rhythmic, probing strokes.
In a moment, Amy had joined Karen and Carl, and was crouching between the two, still kissing Karen while Carl sucked hungrily, alternating between her bouncy tits. Carl had slid his slick, reddened cock free from Karen's cunt. Karen reached over, pushing Amy to Carl and spreading the lips of Amy's pussy with her fingers, then guiding Carl's hard prick inward through the petals of hot, creamy flesh. Carl's cock slipped in smoothly with a single deep stroke. Amy gasped and sat bolt upright as Carl's prick fucked deep into her guts.
"Now for me!" Karen whispered, and hiked her leg over Carl, positioning her crotch above Carl's face. Carl's hands went up to Karen's hips and pulled her wet pussy flush down to his mouth.
"Ooooooh!" Karen groaned approvingly, and wiggled her ass and pussy, sliding them across Carl's burning tongue. Karen had a perfect vantage point now, with an unobstructed view of Amy's wonderfully sweet little body, which was moving up and down on the end of Carl's cock, her tits bouncing. Karen grasped Amy close, running her fingers across Amy's delicious, resilient body. She and Amy were both bounding up and down on Carl in unison. His tongue was probing Karen's pussy, his nostrils taking in the wet tang of her juices, while his prick did its work deep in the recesses of Amy's cunt.
Karen's fingers kneaded and rubbed Amy's nipples. Don't be greedy! she thought. It was just that she suddenly wished she could have Amy all to herself. Fuck Carl! she thought, not really meaning it. She wished that she was able to drive a big cherry-splitter of a cock like his up into Amy's aching young hole. But of course! Shit! Why hadn't she thought of it before? The dildo!
"Just a minute, you foxy little thing," Karen said to Amy. "I think I have the solution."
Rising, she went over to the dresser. For a moment, she fondled the big, glistening tusk of plastic, still moist with Amy's cuntjuices. For a long moment she slid her tongue up the plastic rod to its tip, savoring the taste of Amy's juices. As Karen returned to the bed, Amy seemed to sense the hot lust emanating from her. She rolled off Carl in a single, smooth motion, embracing Karen as she climbed onto the bed.
"Jam it into me!" she whispered. "Jam it deep and jam it hard. It will be just like having you inside me!"
Turning away from Karen, she piked her sleek little ass, positioning her cunt to accept the dildo. In his turn, Carl snuggled up flush to Karen's shapely ass and pushed his prick toward her hairy fuckhole. Both dildo and cock smoothly fucked in, plumbing the depths of the women's cunts, sending tremors of lust through them. Karen's hot breath husked into Amy's ear, then her hot, wet tongue followed, probing deeply and making Amy shiver with pleasure.
"Ummmmm!" Amy moaned, her fingers digging into the warm, wet lips of her cunt, frictioning her own cunt. Karen fucked the big, plastic cock in and out of Amy's tight little cunt while Carl did the same thing to her, grappling his hands into her big, fleshy tits. Her nipples were erect, straining, sending a steady stream of sensation rushing right to her cunt.
"Yeah! Do it!" Amy cried. "Don't go slow! Don't go slow! Jam it in deep! Jam it in all the way! Fuck me deep, oh yeah, fuck me deep!"
She flexed her ass, trying to shove the plastic cock deeper. Carl's big, talented prick knew as well what it was after and continued to plug away with unrelenting hard strokes at Karen's cunt. Karen's free hand, the one that wasn't busy piloting the dildo, roamed over Amy's girlish tits, her fingers teasing the sweet pink nipples. Amy was crying when she came. Karen forced Amy's mouth to hers to indulge in a deep, sensuous kiss, dribbling their spit together, screaming as white-hot fireworks burst in her brain.
And Carl was gasping and draining the cock deep inside Karen. When their orgasms had subsided, Karen roiled over on her back. Amy rolled closer and began to suck at one of Karen's nipples. At that moment, the doorbell rang. Then it rang again. And again.
"Hmmmm," Carl said. "I guess everybody must be out by the pool, or someone would have answered the bell. Goddamn, maybe it's another guest. Well, I guess there's no option but for me to go and get the door."
Carl climbed out of the bed and started to walk in the direction of the front door.
"Just a minute, Carl," Amy said. She left the bed.
Karen's eyes followed Amy's naked flanks with admiration as she paced into the adjoining bathroom. Amy returned momentarily carrying a bath towel then tossed it to Carl.
"What if it's a neighbor, asking us to quiet down?" she asked.
"What's the matter? Jealous that if some cute neighbor gets a look at my cock she might want a piece?" Carl quipped as he left the room. In a moment, he was back. But he wasn't alone. In tow was a young man with a box in his hands. Amy and Karen gazed on approvingly. The young man looked like a handsome college jock crewcut, muscular, and with a noticeable bulge protruding in his tight jeans. For a moment, as his eyes adjusted to the semi-dark room, the young man did not see the two naked women as they lay sprawled on the bed. When his eyes did adjust, he couldn't do anything but stare at them.
"Who's the handsome stranger?" Amy asked. "And what's that he's carrying? Another, selection of dildos?"
"This," Carl said grandly, indicating the other man, "is Jerome. Jerome is an employee of Pizza Pal Restaurant. That's what's in the box -- pizza!"
"Well, yes," Jerome said shyly, but also with an undertone that he was beginning to catch on to the joke. "Someone ordered a pizza, extra large, at this address. Here it is."
No comment seemed to be forthcoming from the girls. Jerome was still staring in wonder as the two naked women, giggling, rose from the bed, grabbed him and ushered him to the bed, where they began to rip his clothes off.
Chapter Nine
But all days did not go so smoothly, not even for Karen Fields. The flat tire on her car was the beginning. "I've got an important sales meeting at nine," she said to her father over the telephone. "There just isn't enough time to call a service station. And I can't exactly go out there and change the tire myself, can I? At least not the way I'm dressed! So, Daddy, please?"
After, the sales meeting was finished, Karen's father drove her out to the area she was working in. Karen also arranged for him to pick her up that afternoon, after she had completed her sales. Then she proceeded to work. Two hours later, Karen finally came to the realization that it was going to be one of those days. First there had been the dog that nipped at her heels. Then there was the prune-faced old crone who had slammed the door in her face. Then she had broken a heel on one of her shoes. And all of that had been in addition to knocking upon dozens and dozens of doors, all without result and all without anyone even nibbling at buying cable.
Maybe it had just been beginner's luck, Karen thought as she approached the next house. Maybe I'm really not cut out for this type of work after all.
"Yes?" a deep, distinguished masculine voice came across the intercom positioned by the door she had just knocked upon.
"Uh, hello," Karen said, pulling her thoughts together. "I'm Karen Fields, with X-Channel cable television. I'm just checking if you folks are currently subscribing to our cable TV channel."
Static burst forth from the intercom. "No, young lady, I'm not a current subscriber. I am interested but frankly I'm kind of busy right now. Could you come back in a few days?" Karen's heart sank. Another rejection. Quick, she thought, try something.
"Well, I'd be more than happy to do that, but then you won't be able to take advantage of our special offer."
"Special offer? What offer is that?" Quick, girl, think of something, she prodded herself.
"Uh -- the ten percent discount that ends today. You'll miss out on that." If Karen had to, she could even take the discount out of her own commission, just to make the sale.
"Oh! Oh, all right. Come on through the side gate. I'm out in the back."
Karen breathed a sigh of relief. This one sounded like a corner, a sure thing. At least it looked like she wasn't going to be heading home empty-handed today. Karen unlatched the side gate and walked down a flagstone path that led to the back yard. As she rounded the corner, she saw why the man had not answered his door in person.
Sitting in the warm swirling waters of the hot tub, he and a woman relaxed, sipping at long-stemmed glasses of wine. The man might have been fifty years old, but he was the type that wore every one of those years well. His hair was thinning on top, but when Karen saw the thick mat of fur on his broad chest, it didn't seem to subtract from his manliness. The woman sitting beside him was considerably his junior, a blonde who couldn't have been older than twenty. Although the swirling, bubbling waves effectively concealed what was below their waists, it did not hide the woman's youthfully jutting ruby-tipped tits, bobbing just beneath the surface.
"Professor Dodson!" Karen gasped with genuine surprise. "And, uh, Lena! Well, hello! I didn't recognize your voice over the speaker!"
"Nor I yours, but this is indeed a pleasant surprise!" Dodson laughed.
Dodson had been Karen's English instructor in college. And Lena had been a student at that time, also. Apparently she had progressed in her association with Dodson since that time.
"Well, Karen, Lena and I were just taking it easy here and discussing the lecture on Chaucer that I have to deliver tomorrow. Lena is my assistant now, hadn't you heard?"
"No, I hadn't," Karen said. "Congratulation, Lena."
"Oh," Lena said, taking a sip at her wine, "there's not a heck of a lot of money in the position, but there are certain fringe benefits connected to the job."
Lena smiled a broad, pearly smile.
"Well, that's wonderful to hear," Karen was slightly nervous and shifted on her feet. "I don't want to interrupt you if you're working, so I'll just explain to you about that special offer really quickly."
"Oh, there's not that much hurry, really," the professor said. "Take your time. And here, let me pour you a drink."
The professor turned around and stood to reach for a bottle of wine on the redwood deck. As he stretched to reach, his back emerged from the water. Even though still immersed, Karen could see the professor's hairy ass. Lena seemed to notice that Karen was ogling it. Dodson banded her the glass, and to fortify her courage, she downed it in two swallows.
"You were rather thirsty," Lena said.
"Thank you, Professor," Karen said.
"Bob. Just plain Bob to my friends."
"Okay, Bob. As I was beginning to explain about the special offer we're having on X-Channel..."
"Now, just a second -- hold on just a second," Professor Dodson said. "Let me explain a little something. Karen, you were always a model student, a wonderful student. You were a wonderful pupil and, well, I may have never mentioned it to you, but I always thought of you as something more. So I'm sure you'll understand that I don't enjoy putting you on the spot. But you may have noticed that Lena and I are naked and, while I can't speak for her, I know that I feel somewhat uncomfortable with the situation. Are you following me?"
Karen nodded, not quite grasping what Dodson was getting at.
"Now, Karen, it is my considered philosophy that group nudity is very much like a sing-along. Either everyone in the group takes part, or no one does. Do you get my point?"
Karen believed she did. It was a put-up or shut-up proposition.
"So, won't you join us in the tub?" Lena asked with an inviting coo.
Karen filtered the suggestion through her mind and quickly reached a decision. Goddamn it she figured, if that's what it takes to make a fucking sale, then that's what it fucking takes.
"Do you mind if I have another glass of wine?" she asked, and of course neither of them did. Then the ritual of taking off her clothes began. The professor and Lena were all eyes and smiles. First Karen kicked off her shoes. Then came the sweater, revealing that taut, flat stomach and the concealment in the cups of her bra of those fabulous tits.
"Bravo for Karen!" Lena cried.
Then Karen began to shimmy out of her tight designer jeans, revealing her long shapely legs and her silken panties. Here goes nothing, she thought, and reached behind her back to unclasp the fasteners on her bra. She lifted the bra away to coax forth her big, jiggling tits and puckered nipples.
Professor Dodson was beside himself, enraptured, a warm stirring coming to his cock. Karen slipped out of her panties, then stood in front of Lena and Dodson, proud, almost defiant in her nudity. Her nipples were just subtly more of a pink at the edge of the nipples, shading toward the taut, climactic spikes.
His eyes followed the slim line of her waist, edging downward. Karen lifted her arms above her head and did a little twirl. Dodson envisioned himself fucking his cock deep in the slot of her ass and creaming deep inside of her girlish pink asshole.
Karen viewed it as a challenge. She could see and sense that Dodson and Lena had a case of the raving hots for her. She was a treasure, or better yet, candy displayed just out of reach with two kids eager to grab and devour. And, thinking about it, the idea seemed pretty good to her, too. Her pussy was starting to get the message, beginning to moisten with anticipation. Karen stepped delicately down the steps that led into the hot tub, the steaming water soothing and caressing her naked flanks. Her nipples were erect with the sheer sensation. The wine had really loosened her up.
"Do you mind if I have just one more glass of wine, Professor? I mean, Bob?"
Dodson could not keep from smiling.
"Anything you want, sweetheart," he said. "You too, Lena?"
Lena nodded, smiling.
"Here," Lena said. "Sit right between us, love."
Karen snuggled up on the seat. Dodson rose from the bench on which he was sitting, and as he did so, his cock briefly flashed forth from the warm, churning water. Dodson, surprisingly, was magnificently excited, his prick standing forth in an arc. Karen could almost imagine the sensation of taking the big cock between her fingertips. It looked like it would be steaming hot and as hard as if it had been caned out of marble. After pouring the wine, Dodson returned to sit beside Karen.
"Now, let me see if I can remember what I was going to tell you about X-Channel," Karen said. "I'm afraid this wine has made me just a little bit giddy."
"Are you sure it's just the wine?" Lena asked, not really expecting an answer.
"Karen, I know precisely what you mean," Dodson said, snuggling up next to her so that his hairy side rubbed hers.
Karen took a sip of wine. "Now, I suppose that both of you are familiar with the wide range of services that X-Channel has to offer?"
Lena, too, snuggled a bit closer, smiling. "I think so, Karen. You're familiar with X, aren't you, Bob? It's pretty liberated stuff for this town, that's for certain. I mean, X-Channel doesn't have any qualms about showing the real thing. You know, there are no taboos about, for instance, showing a hard prick or..."
"Or maybe that same cock sinking into a pussy," Dodson added.
"Or lesbian stuff..."
"Or, anal intercourse..."
"You know," Karen said. "All kidding aside, that's something we pride ourselves on in or programming. There really aren't any taboos that we observe, since this is a private adult network. We just show the best available in adult programming."
"Well, that's certainly a far cry from the old days of TV as I remember it," Dodson said. "But, Karen, can't we hurry this matter just a little bit? You see, I'm already sold. I was intending on ordering the service before you walked up. Like I said earlier, I'll take it. Sign me up. There! Now that our business is out of the way, can we get on with our pleasure?" When Dodson said that, Lena leaned toward Karen and kissed her, thrusting her hot tongue into Karen's mouth. As she pressed close to Karen, her warm, pliant tits planted themselves smack against Karen's own.
"You see," Lena said, disengaging her mouth from Karen's, "Bob is the professor, so he has to play the role of the wordy, poetic one. A little shy, too. Now for myself, as you can see, I'm not shy at all."
"Who are you calling shy?" Dodson asked, gently edging Karen's hand into his own lap. She grasped his hard, upstanding prick in her fingers. "I wouldn't call that shy at all."
Lena's hands grappled Karen's tits. Suddenly it seemed to the threesome like the floodgate of lust had been opened up.
"Kiss me again," Karen said throatily, and she and Lena's lips clamped again. Dodson lavished his fingers over Karen's sweet, curving ass, running his fingers deep into the crack, delicately toying with her tender asshole. At the same time, Karen's fingers wee working overtime on Lena's pussy to the accompaniment of the other woman's passionate moans. Karen worked her middle finger gently into the liquid folds of Lena's cuntlips, running her finger over the tender interior, twiddling at her clit and toying the still-tight door to the cavern within.
"Oooh," Lena moaned. "You touch that pussy of mine like you have one yourself!" Karen smiled, then, without warning, dithered her fingers into Lena's fuckhole, driving them deep. Lena writhed like she was impaled, spreading her legs farther apart to make it a little easier for Karen to probe her. And Dodson was intently working a different, yet similar path to pleasure, the one at the base of Karen's asscheeks. His index finger slid smoothly into her shitter, lubricated by the warm, rushing water. Karen squirmed her ass around, letting out a low, throaty moan as his finger burrowed deep into her asshole.
Dodson had, meanwhile, reached around and begun to jiggle and caress one of her voluptuous tits while Lena did the same to the other one with her mouth. Dodson ran wet kisses down the exposed part of Karen's ivory back, then, shifting his hand, slid the middle finger deeply into her cunt. Dodson reamed out Karen's pussy with his finger, probing and prodding the cunt walls while the two women kissed and caressed each other. Lena arched back like a beautiful animal, showing off her spike-tipped tits, and Karen continued to worship at the other woman's body, raking her hands across her sleek, wet flesh and sucking away at the firm, upthrust nipples.
Dodson moved in close, gripping Karen's slippery, dripping flesh. At the same time, Lena stood on one of the rungs of the ladder of the hot tub, exposing the greater portion of her beautiful body to the air.
"God!" Karen gasped, seeing Lena's body outside of the water for the first time. "You certainly are a foxy little bitch!"
Lena smiled a coy, bitch-like smile, loving the attention she was getting.
"I'm amazed I didn't notice you in the girl's locker room, back in college," Karen said.
Lena raised her eyebrows.
"Well, I don't know about that, but I certainly noticed you!" she exclaimed. "Now, not to change the subject, but how do you like the taste of fresh, sopping pussy?"
Chapter Ten
It was Karen's turn to smile. As she burrowed her mouth, and tongue energetically into the standing woman's dripping cunt, Dodson chose the dramatic moment to fuck Karen from the rear. His long cock eased its way with agonizing slowness and pleasure into Karen's pussy, fucking deep within to practically bite the far end. Once there, it returned, making the torturously slow withdrawal. Then Dodson gripped Karen's plump, pink asscheeks as she knelt on the hot tub bench, and began a fuck rhythm with his prick and muscular hips.
"Oh, shit!" Dodson moaned blissfully, fucking his cock in and out of the beautiful blonde's cunt. "Christ! I can't stand it! I love it!"
Lena, too, was in an ecstasy purely of Karen's manufacture. Karen had the lips of Lena's pussy spread apart with her fingers, revealing the pink flesh hidden within, while her lips, tongue and teeth took their pleasure. As Karen's tongue darted repeatedly over the button of Lena's clit she felt like it was being raked with a white-hot blade.
Karen continued to eat and suck at Lena's cunt, but her attention was slowly being pulled away by the attack of Dodson's stony cock. He had a tight grip on both cheeks of ha ass, leveraging his cock in and out of her in unison with the slapping waves of warm water. Karen was shuddering with pleasure as Dodson jerked her up and down, impaling her cunt on the end of his long cock.
In the short, delicious moments before her orgasm overtook her, Karen thought about how Dodson had once been her college professor, a person she had respected, admired, even had a little bit of a crush on. She had never imagined that she would ever end up in this sort of a situation with him. Well, perhaps she had, if only once or twice, as she sat in the front row of his class, spreading her legs innocently and giving him a crotch-shot.
But Dodson, continuing to give her a cool, collected fucking from the rear, just kept jerking away with his hairy ass, driving his prick deeper into her delicate fuckhole. Lena, meanwhile, was savoring each of Karen's beautiful, pink, water-puckered nipples, taking an endless period of time tending to each. She ran her tongue around the delicately colored nipples, then sucked at the glorious jutting spikes. Each bit of attention that Lena gave to Karen's nipples with her lips and tongue seemed to send spurts of electricity and heat coursing through Karen's body, flashing downward and ending at her cunt. As Dodson kept fucking her, Karen squirmed and bucked, trying to draw forth every bit of friction, digging his cock deeper into her pussy and driving her closer to the moment when her orgasm would rip through her body and brain.
"I'm-I'm -- I think I'm coming!" Karen moaned, tears bursting forth from her eyes. "Fuck me hard! Fill me up!" She was crying and laughing, and Lena was clutching her close, probing her pussy with her fingertips as Dodson's prick continued to fuck in and out. Suddenly the moment seemed to be suspended. Dodson roared as spurts of spunk spat forth from his cock, stinging into Karen's guts. Karen's brain seemed to explode with ecstasy, her cunt spasming and grasping with joy.
"Goddamnit! I can't take it!" Lena screamed. "Do me! I want you to do me!"
Lena stood up, grasping the edge of the tub and turning her ass around for Karen to service.
"Oh, yeah!" Karen growled huskily, drawing her fingers down Lena's sleek, wet ass. She pressed her own cheek to one of Lena's asscheeks, caressing it. Lena shivered with passion, feeling behind her to intertwine her fingers in Karen's sopping-wet hair.
"Ummmm!" Lena moaned as Karen brought her hands around to caress Lena's curly cunthair while she ran her tongue down the gentle slope of her asscrack.
Gently, lovingly, her tongue darted out and she followed the indented cleavage of Lena's as it curved downward. There was a slight foreign, earthy musk in her nostrils as her mouth approached its destination. Karen spread Lena's asscheeks wider with one hand, her other hand still engaged with fondling Lena's pussy, and her tongue dove deep, burrowing and slurping at Lena's shitter. Lena gurgled with joy as the tip of Karen's tongue toyed with her soft, puckered asshole, then drove in, reaming inward as deeply as it could reach. The delicate flesh and the nerve endings of her asshole seemed like they were electrically charged, sending waves of pleasurable sensation blasting through Lena's entire body. She shivered and moaned with pleasure, writhing her ass and grasping at Karen's head, forcing it to come flush with her ass.
"Fuck me with your tongue! Shove it in all the way! Fuck my asshole!" Lena demanded of the other woman. She relaxed the muscles of her asshole, allowing Karen's talented tongue to delve deeper. At the same time, Dodson seemed to have more voyeuristic games in mind. He contented himself with watching the girls in action, ogling them intently while his hand stayed beneath the warm water of the tub. He was pulling his now flaccid cock in an attempt to inject a new dose of life into it.
Karen took her own sweet time to deliver a complete ass-reaming to Lena. Lena's asscheeks were shaking and spasming when Karen rammed two fingers up her cunt. Lena turned and kissed Karen, their mouths meeting in an open-mouthed, lingering kiss. The girls continued to lick each other's mouth, sucking each other's questing tongue as Karen continued to expertly finger-fuck Lena. Dodson sat, his prick firmly in hand, watching the two nymphs go at it. His prick was beginning to respond to the stimulation of the show, too, having grown half-erect and throbbing beneath the warm water. Dodson loved to look at every gorgeous inch of their bodies, from their innocent, pert faces to their marvelous tits, and right down to their little fur-clad cunts.
It only took a minute for the girls to catch on to what Dodson was doing, and to turn their lovemaking into a show intended to excite him, too. Lena leaned back, stretching her legs wide to expose her glistening pink cunt, while Karen continued to frig away with her fingers. Karen bent over to suck one of Lena's upthrust nipples, shoving her own ass out far enough so Dodson couldn't help but have an unobstructed view of her sweet little asshole.
Dodson could not contain himself a moment longer and practically fell face-forward onto Karen, burying his face, mouth and nose directly between her ripe asscheeks. Then, while still maintaining the motion of frigging his cock, he began to slurp at her ass with his hot tongue.
"I think he's found the candy store back there!" Lena laughed, spreading her legs wider as Karen thrust a third finger into her asshole.
"Oh, shit!" Dodson gasped, and quickly rose to position himself flush against Karen's ass. His prick had, by this time, grown to full length, and he grasped it, readying it to fuck into Karen. Hardly expecting it, Karen felt Dodson twiddling away at her ass, positioning his cock to drive into her. The big, hard cock-knob was banging at her asshole! Fuck, she thought, that bastard thing is way too big to fit into there!
"Relax, baby, relax!" Dodson whispered, reassuring her in hot-breathed words spoken next to her ear, all the while continuing to try and fuck his big cock up her shitter.
Karen did just what he said, trying to relax, still not relenting as she shoved her fingers in and out of Lena's pussy and asshole.
"I'm trying, Bob, believe me, I'm trying..."
And then, with a slight twinge of pain, the big cockhead had cleared the passage. Dodson was easing it gently inside, fucking his prick slowly in and out.
"Too big, huh?" Dodson asked huskily.
Karen groaned as he fucked his massive prick up her ass, all the way up.
"Oh, yeah, so tight, so tight -- I dig it!" Dodson groaned, continuing to fuck away intently. "Christ, I love those sweet buns of yours!"
Dodson moaned, fucking her from the rear, his hands grasping greedily at her tits. Karen wiggled her ass, relishing it all, still frigging Lena's pussy with her own fingers. Lena's ass and pussy were shivering and spasming, her upper body splayed out while she took in every delicious sensation.
"Oh, do it!" Karen gasped, and Dodson quickened the pace.
He drove his cock in hard, then slowly, achingly withdrew it. Karen never stopped shoving her fingers into Lena with all the strength she could muster, banging her in unison with Dodson fucking his cock into her ass. Lena was panting and moaning, and Karen was mixing her groans with the other girl's.
"Oh, Goddamn, if only you could splatter some jism inside of me, you sexy little cunt!" Lena groaned, and then Karen tensed as she sensed Dodson was nearing his come.
He was crouched over her from the rear, panting, crying out and jerking his lower body as fast as he could. His cock was fucking in and banging hard and deep into Karen's asshole, and Karen was ready for the onslaught of his jizz.
"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, and Lena let out with a tortured moan. Karen screamed as her senses seemed to be ripped apart. Lena grabbed Karen's wrist with both her hands and pumped it, driving Karen's fingers harder into her pussy.
"Fuck me! Fuck it hard!" Karen screamed, and Dodson went into a flurry of palsied bucking, shooting his sticky cum into the depths of Karen's asshole. Karen and Dodson collapsed into the water, embracing Lena.
For a moment, none of them spoke, simply savoring the time, then Karen gasped, "Motherfuck!"
By that time, Dodson's prick had become flaccid and made its retreat from Karen's asshole. Lolling back in the hot tub, her nipples just jutting visibly above the swirling currents, Lena casually said, "I'll bet you didn't have the slightest idea what you were getting into when you walked up here, trying to sell cable."
"Yeah," Karen said, "I thought I might just run into some old asshole who would get sore at me, I had no idea I was going to walk away with a sore asshole!"
Both women laughed, then were silent for a moment. A horrified look suddenly came over Karen's face.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" Karen exclaimed nervously. "What time is it?"
Dodson reached for his watch.
"It's five, Karen. Why? Do you turn into a pumpkin at five?"
"Something like that!" Karen gasped. "Oh, shit! See, my dad was supposed to pick me up in his car at four. My car had a flat and I had to get a ride from him and -- oh, fuck!" Karen was already climbing out of the hot tub, doing a quick dab-off with a towel, and as quickly as she could, putting on her clothes.
"I'll call you tonight and get the details for the cable order, is that all right?"
Dodson nodded, amused at Karen as she started to dash across the lawn and toward the gate. She realized she had forgotten something and hurried back for her shoes.
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed yet again. "Thanks for the great time! I mean, shit, thanks for everything, I mean... I -- oh, fuck!"
And then she was gone.
Chapter Eleven
Karen Fields walked into the lobby of the X-Channel sales office to be greeted by the smiling face of Suzie, the blonde receptionist.
"Hi, Karen!" Suzie said with a lilt to her voice. "Go right on back to the production studio. They've got some kind of thing going on and you're on the guest list!"
Karen smiled and shrugged, as if to say it was all a mystery to her. She followed the hall to the back of the building where the video facilities and broadcast equipment were located, all the while wondering just what was in store for her.
The walls of the hallway were decorated with a lurid array of framed advertising posters for some of the movies and features that aired on the X-Channel. Each poster depicted a woman or group of people, either hotly fucking or looking like they were dying to be fucked. The promo posters sent Karen off into a brief fantasy about what it would be like to star in a porno movie herself. In the X-rated features they showed on the X-Channel the actors obviously really were fucking, not just pretending to fuck as in some of the more toned-down shows you might see on regular cable TV.
It seemed to Karen that making fuck movies might be kind of enjoyable. The pay was rumored to be pretty good, of course, but aside from that it made her hot just to think about doing it that way, in front of a camera, viewed by thousands of horny guys. On top of that, doing it with a handsome stranger, some big-cocked stud she'd never met and would probably never meet again.
She writhed a little as she strolled down the hall. Shit! Her pussy was getting fevered and sopping just thinking about the possibilities. Karen had never been in the production area of the building. As she stepped past swinging doors, she entered another lobby. She opened the studio door and walked in. Inside the studio was a production area surrounded by cameras and boom lights. To the back, a couple of technicians in a glassed-in booth labored over consoles. A couple of workmen were hurriedly making last minute adjustments on a talk show set that consisted of a desk and easy chairs, while a script girl went over notes with a distinguished-looking fellow in his late thirties. It took Karen a moment to place the face. It was Brian Ocrest, the host of X-Channel's Sextalk show, a popular nightly interview show.
"Oh, Karen -- good timing!" Greg Trevino cried, striding up beside her and laying his hand on her ass. "I guess you can see we're on Sextalk tonight! They're doing a segment on the real story behind the X-Channel. Are you ready to reveal to the viewing public the whole truth? Are you surprised?"
Surprised wasn't the word. Karen was flabbergasted. "Me? On TV? What could I possibly do -- what could they possibly want -- I..."
"Oh, don'tworry about it at all. You're going to be one of several guests in a discussion style format. It will be a lot of fun and -- oops! I think the show's starting!"
Karen didn't have time to think, much less protest. An assistant came over and ushered them onto the set. Several other people joined them, a nervous director signaled quiet, a red light flashed on and Ocrest launched into his opening.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this evening's edition of Sextalk -- the show that dares our guests to bare all! Tonight we're going behind the scenes at the X-Channel to show the real people in sexy TV! With us tonight are Curtis Charles, the president of the X-Channel network, Greg Trevino, the new director of marketing, Gloria Maidenhead, star of dozens of X-rated features and Karen Fields, the new sales manager of the X-Channel!"
A burst of recorded applause rushed out of the studio speakers, concealing Karen's gasp. Sales manager? What? Was there a mistake?
"Are you happy with your silver dildo award?" Greg said, leaning over and laughing. "Enjoy your promotion!"
"Since we're examining X-rated entertainment as it really is, Ms. Maidenhead," Ocrest said to the busty, platinum-blonde starlet sitting across from him, "what first got you started in dirty movies?"
"These!" Gloria Maidenhead giggled, lifting up her form-fitting shirt and revealing a spectacular pair of tits.
"Well!" Ocrest exclaimed, wiping away perspiration from his brow. "This show is certainly starting off with a bang! I mean, Gloria, what really got you started in the movies?"
"Are you suggesting that these aren't real?" Gloria asked, a look of horror on her face. "Shit, Brian, you aren't implying these are plastic, are you?"
She jiggled the big nipple-capped tits in her hands while the cameraman zoomed in for a really close look.
The other guests, and Ocrest himself, were laughing uproariously, while Gloria continued to show off her tits.
"Now Gloria," Ocrest said, tears running down his face. "How did you get started in the business of sex films?"
"Well," Gloria said, pulling down her shirt, "I guess the real reason was because I liked to fuck."
"In front of a camera," Ocrest said.
"No, in front of a man. Or a woman. Or both. The camera is irrelevant."
"Well, guests, so as to not give Ms. Maidenhead all of the best lines, I'm going to ask the same question of Mr. Charles, the president of X-Channel. Curtis, what got you started in producing this type of entertainment?"
Curtis Charles bore the look of a successful young executive as he responded to the query. He cleared his throat carefully, then said, "Well, Brian, as I'm sure you know, I got started in the industry by directing sexually oriented cinema."
"You mean fuck movies, don't you, Curtis?" Gloria asked.
Curtis pretended not to hear the comment, continuing with his explanation. "So I naturally migrated to this profession through my interest in watching women take off their clothes. I guess, and I bow to Ms. Maidenhead, that you could say that I got started in sexy entertainment because I liked to fuck, too!"
"Prove it," Gloria Maidenhead said.
"Do I detect Mr. Charles blushing, now that Ms. Maidenhead has put him on the spot? Do you think so, viewing audience?"
"Hmmmm. Well... I -- uh..." Curtis Charles was blushing furiously.
"Okay, now, Curtis, let's see if you're as good as your word," Gloria said, and reached over and began to unzip the fly on his trousers. Charles seemed to be mortified with embarrassment, paralyzed. As the zipper came down, his prick sprang out, stiffly quivering.
"Well," Gloria said. "He at least has the equipment for it!"
Without further fuss, Gloria leaned over and proceeded to gobble up Charles' cock in her mouth. Her lips curled over the bulging reddened cock-knob and furiously began to slide up and down the length of it. As Gloria expertly worked her lips and tongue over his cock, his features relaxed into an expression of deep satisfaction.
"Well, members of the viewing audience, that has to be a first on X-rated cable!" Ocrest gasped. "The network president gets sucked off, live!"
"We ought to show the world that the president of the company isn't the only one here with balls!" Greg whispered to Karen, nudging her. "What do you say?"
"What do I say to what?" Karen asked, a slight nervousness in her voice.
"Well," Greg said. "You know. Let's get it on. Let's..."
"You mean, take our clothes off?"
"Yeah. Yeah, take our clothes off. But more than that."
"You mean fuck in front of the camera? With maybe ten thousand people watching on TV?" Karen looked horrified.
"Well, yes. Yes, that's what I mean," Greg said.
"Well..." Karen hesitated. "Well-well, why the fuck not?"
With that she rose from her seat and started to unbutton her blouse. The cameraman quickly picked up what was going on and zeroed in as her fingers undid the buttons. Then the cameraman focused on her big, firm tits as the blouse peeled away from them.
"Now this is an unexpected development, ladies and gentlemen," Ocrest said. "Not to be outdone by her boss and Ms. Maidenhead, Karen Fields has revealed her own considerable assets!"
"Yeah, baby," Greg said admiringly, standing beside her and letting his hands move over her tits. "That's the way. Here, now I'll give the world something to look at."
"Will Mr. Trevino be giving the world a lot to look at or a little to look at?" Ocrest said to the audience with a wink.
Trevino unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to hit ankles. His shorts followed.
"Why, audience, I think you can see that Mr. Trevino has a great deal to look at!"
Quickly, Greg pulled Karen's pants down and, supporting her firm ass in his fingers, edged his erect cock forward towards her blonde curly cunt. Karen arched with anticipation. Then, with a single thrusting upward stroke, Greg speared her cunt with his burning cock. Karen whimpered with an agony of pleasure as Greg jabbed her again and again, fucking his prick deep into her pussy.
"Do it!" Karen moaned, forgetting everything except Greg's big cock ramming her deep. "Do it!"
Greg's ass and prick were going like a jackhammer, fucking away into Karen's sopping pussy. He was supporting her ass with his hand while her hands were clutched around his neck. Each thrust of his cock made her whole body jerk. Suddenly, being fucked while thousands of people viewed it on TV, Karen's recent past seemed to reel off in her mind. She remembered Dave and Jeri and the night they had first met -- and first fucked. Then she thought about fucking Greg. How fucking conservative he had seemed to her at first glance! But Christ, could that man ever fuck! He could fuck a woman's pussy until it was raw inside! Then the sex party flashed through her mind. And everything that had taken place in such a brief time. It was fucking mind-boggling!
"Do you like it, doll?" Greg asked.
He must have sensed that she was momentarily distracted, because he increased the fury of his strokes. Sweat was drenching him as he fucked Karen beneath the hot studio lights. His fingers were wet and slippery as he grappled and kneaded at her big tits, bouncing on each of his hard upstrokes. As his fingers slithered over her nipples and the surrounding flesh, it practically drove Karen crazy. She jerked her hips in unison with the beat of Greg's pounding cock. The last strokes hammered home and an orgasm began to coil deliciously through Karen's body.
"Yeah, Greg, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yeah! Fuck me harder!" she shouted, seemingly oblivious to the fact that thousands were watching the fuck-session.
Karen was getting a certain kick out of the fact that all those TV viewers were glued to the edges of their seats. Hell, there were probably hundreds, even thousands of horny men watching -- each of them with a cock clutched in their hands for dear life. Her eyes flicked to the TV monitor that showed a huge close-up of Greg's prick fucking away at her wetly glistening cunt.
"Motherfucker!" Greg screamed as his jizz blasted deep into Karen's fuckhole. "Motherfuck!"
His face was flushed and ecstatic as the orgasm ripped through his brain.
"Hey! Hey, now! Gimme a little piece of that action!" Gloria grumped, hopping on one leg as she stepped out of her pants.
Curtis Charles was splayed in a nearby chair, a look of elation on his face. His fly was still open and his cock was standing at something that was slightly over half-mast. But his prick seemed to be slowly, gradually lowering.
Gloria slid her hands across Greg's tanned and muscular asschecks, then slithered them around his torso, nestling her experienced fingers in Greg's considerable chest hair. She raked her fingers across Greg's chest, then her fingers dove downward.
"C'mon, loverboy!" she moaned, then wrapped her fingers around the shaft of Greg's cock, which was still embedded hilt-deep in Karen's cunt. Then, to both Karen's and Greg's surprise, she pulled his cock out of Karen's pussy.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the viewing audience!" Brian Ocrest panted. "Gloria Maidenhead is almost taking this show beyond X-rated!"
"Is that possible, Brian?" Curtis Charles asked, still slumped down in his chair, his prick now dangling. Gloria gently shoved Greg aside. His cock was still jutting stiffly outward from its thatch of curly hair, its surface reddened and slick with Karen's cunt juices.
The camera zeroed in on Karen's pussy as she nestled in one of the studio chairs. Her legs were spread wide apart, inviting a cock or a stray tongue to burrow into the blonde hair-fringed slash.
"Let me at it!" Gloria gasped. Then she hunkered down on her knees, spreading the ruddy lips of Karen's pussy open with her fingertips.
Gloria's tongue poked out as her head lowered toward the hot meat of Karen's young cunt. As Gloria's tongue burrowed into Karen's pussy, both women moaned in pleasure. Gloria slid her long tongue repeatedly across the pink slash of Karen's pussy, each time sending it into spasms. Gloria's whole face seemed to be buried in Karen's cunt, and Karen grasped Gloria's head, coaxing and forcing the other woman to bury her tongue deeper.
"I love it! Oh, yes! Do it! Oh, baby! Do it!" Karen moaned, oblivious to all that was going on around her.
Gloria's ample ass, like a pinkish pear slashed up the middle, was writhing and quivering as she ate the other woman out. Greg still had his own concerns to tend to, his cock not having diminished from its big, throbbing condition. Finally, the sensuous motion of Gloria's undulating ass convinced him to make a party out of it, and he angled his cock to ream her from the rear.
Gloria gulped as Greg's big prick fucked deep into her cunthole. Sliding up her channel, it filled her to the maximum capacity. His fingers caressed and kneaded the luscious puckered flesh of her nipples, instantly causing them to strain into hard erection. Gloria panted, pushing her face hard into Karen's hot, liquid cunt. She worked at Karen's pussy as if cuntjuice was going out of style. It was only a matter of moments before Karen shuddered and moaned as orgasm after orgasm tore through her. Gloria and Greg followed suit moaning and screaming their own pleasure.
"Cut!" the director shouted, staring at his watch.
Curtis Charles had now joined the others, hobbling over to them with his pants down around his ankles, and Gloria was bending over to accept his big cock.
"Cut!" the director cried. "Hey, gang! Time's up! Show's over!"
Greg was on his knees, eating Karen's pussy.
"Cut!" the director cried. The group was still furiously fucking and sucking each other.
"Cut! I said cut! Cut!"
Chapter Twelve
Suzie, the receptionist, didn't say a word when Karen approached. She waved her hand with a flourish toward Karen's new private office. The door of the office was decorated with a big red ribbon and a bow. Smiling broadly, Karen pulled away the ribbon that sealed the threshold, and opened the door -- the door to what had once been Greg Trevino's office. But now it was hers, all hers. Inside, she flicked the switch to turn on the lights. She allowed herself to take in the furnishings of the office from a totally new perspective -- that of the newly appointed sales manager.
Karen nodded her approval as her gaze wandered around the nicely furnished office. Sure, she thought, she could make some changes that would fit her personality better. Some new pictures perhaps, maybe paint the office in a shade that was a bit lighter and brighter. For now, the rich feeling of accomplishment she was experiencing fit in perfectly with the surroundings. Karen walked to the other side of the desk and settled into the plush leather chair, letting out an audible sigh. This feels great! She thought. Now all I have to do is to show the upper management that I can really do the job as well as, or maybe better, than a man could!
"How do you like your office, boss?" came a laughing voice from the doorway.
It was Greg Trevino, poking his smiling face through the partially open door. As Greg looked at her, she detected little more than pure joy in his expression. Maybe there was a little bit of regret in moving on.
"C'mon, Greg," she said. "Do I look like I fit in, sitting here behind your desk?"
"Your desk, you mean," Greg said. "Don't forget it, either. And also, don't forget that you deserve it, Karen."
Greg entered the office, closing the door behind him. "I left a few things in the desk and the cabinet that I thought might come in handy. Some pens, paper, sales report forms, a stack of promo for the channel. Did you run across it yet? Listen, if you need any tips or info, don't forget that I'm always available. It's not like I'm headed off for Siberia just because we both got a promotion!"
Karen nodded enthusiastically. "Sure, Greg. You're going to have to give me a lot of pointers, I'm afraid."
Greg shook his head. "You're a natural. You're going to take to this position just like a duck takes to water. What I am going to miss, though, is..."
"Yes?"
"Well, just between you and me, I used to leave my office door open in the morning just so I could see that cute ass of yours as you went by."
"You never told me that," Karen said. "If I would have known that I might have wiggled my ass a little more every time I went by."
"After you strolled by every morning I had to cope with a hard-on that wouldn't quit. It helped, of courses that I was behind the desk, so no one noticed!"
Thinking about Greg's big, hard prick made Karen's tits become all taut and sensitive, the big pink nipples jutting their tips out, jabbing and rubbing against the soft fabric of her sweater. Her nipples were getting so hard that they were beginning to hurt. And that was making her cunt begin to heat and juice up. She could feel the slick juiciness beginning to infuse the inside of her cunthole, something like a molten liquid burning into her guts, making her cunt scream.
"You should have at least hinted about what you were thinking," Karen said, a lusty look in her eyes. "I just might have been real anxious to oblige that big prick of yours, Greg."
"You might have been?" Greg asked.
"Well, close the door and I'll show you to what lengths I might have gone to."
Greg did, hastily.
"Now come over here," Karen said. Greg did that, too.
"Now fuck me!"
Greg pulled open Karen's blouse, each button surrendering in turn. Her tits stood forth beautifully, young and heaving with each breath she forced in and out of her lungs. Her nipples were silver dollars of gentle pink that seemed to draw Greg's mouth toward them. He knelt down and licked and sucked them, each in turn, cradling and squeezing each tit like he was trying to draw forth a stream of milk.
"Ummmm -- do that! Yeah, I like that," Karen whispered to him, her breath hot in Greg's ear. "I want you to fuck me every which way, and I know you're just the man to do it!"
Her hand crept across Greg's leg and caught his cock, like a big, snaky muscle hiding within his slacks. Already there was the wetness of come and a telltale spot on the fabric. She squeezed, feeling his prick, the hard, big cockhead butting away at his fly for release. Her fingers quickly found the zipper and coaxed it down. She reached in past his jockey shorts and led his cock out into the light of day.
"Stand up!" she whimpered, and reluctantly took his mouth away from her nipples. She gasped his cock and pulled it into her mouth, closing her shapely wet lips around it and teasing it with her tongue, tasting it, sucking it.
Greg's hips began a slow pumping, using her mouth for a cunt as he grasped the back of her blonde head with his hands. All Karen could think of was that she wanted desperately to taste his hot cum, to have it blast into her mouth and dribble sensuously down her lips. She grasped a cheek of Greg's slim, athletic ass in her other hand, squeezing, encouraging his churning hips, probing through the cloth, pushing away at his asshole with her fingertips. She simply couldn't get enough of his long, hard rod as it pushed into and slurped out of her mouth. She cupped and toyed with Greg's big, taut balls, trying to coax them to surrender their load of molten jizz.
She pulled her mouth from Greg's cock for a moment.
"Come in my mouth!" she moaned, her eyes pleading with him. "I want to eat up every last drop of your spunk!"
Greg smirked. "Shit, baby, nobody can accuse you of being cold, I know that for sure! But not quite yet. I could use just a little more convincing. I'm not ready to shoot my wad quite so early in the game!"
Greg eased his saliva-lathered cock out of Karen's hungry lips. He noticed the look of pouting disappointment in her eyes.
Greg, even though he would have loved to squirt his load of jism into Karen's mouth, was desperate to fuck it into her cunt. In addition, in the back of his mind he had the notion that a good, thorough fucking would be a great way to break in her new office. He felt like he wanted to give her a fuck that would last forever.
Karen stood up, her shirt all crumpled about her legs. Smiling, she pushed away the leather chair and eased her young, luscious ass across the smooth, cool top of her new desk.
"How's this?" she asked coyly, teasing Greg. She spread her legs, which were still covered by her wrinkled skirt.
"Almost perfect," Greg said. "Except for one tiny detail you've neglected."
Greg pushed the skirt back over her thighs, like a theater curtain opening to reveal the main attraction. Her blonde-fuzzed pussy stared at him, its pink lips open and awaiting his cockhead. He grasped his hot cock and inched it up to her pussylips, beginning to run it up and down, pressing it into the widening slit and raking her hot, distended cunt. He fucked an inch inward, feeling the knob of his cock being enveloped in the silky hot meat. Juice was seeping from the inside, lubricating the path inward.
Tiny gasps burst from Karen as she lay back on the desk, her tits jutting forward and her legs spread apart. Her belly was hot and aching to have Greg's prick battering her hard. But Greg was still continuing to draw the matter out, running his wet prickhead over the glistening wet meat of Karen's cuntips. He was still probing her lightly, teasing her with his cock.
"Ohhhh, fucking..." Karen caught herself. Not too loud. Not ten feet beyond the door was the receptionist, maybe even a client waiting on an appointment! How would that look, moans and groans issuing from behind her office door?
"Oh, shit, Greg!" she moaned in a husky whisper.
"You like that?"
"Yes, I..." Sweat was glistening in tiny droplets across her forehead. "You know I like it, you shit!"
But then, Greg hadn't really needed to ask. He had an idea, and brought a finger down to toy and tease her delicate little asshole.
"You're gonna make me scream, or come, or something!" Karen moaned. She could feel the juice flooding the chamber of her cunt, and at the same time feel the burning sensations rushing from there to rise up in her tits in an unbelievable wave of pleasure.
She flicked open her eyes to see Greg's big bulk hovering over her. His eyes were closed, his expression one of complete, loving absorbed in his work. There was a look of satisfaction in his features, too, and she saw anticipation as well.
Karen looked down and saw his prickhead edging past her cuntlips, past the drenched tangle of blonde hair. She could feel her ass involuntarily starting to quiver and shake as she supported herself, leaning back on her elbows on top of the desk. Her cunt seemed to be grasping and clenching like it wanted to trap Greg's cock once and for all.
"Yeah, motherfucker!" Karen panted, her mouth hanging open. "Okay! Look, I know I've been doing a lot of messing around lately, a lot of fucking since -- ooohhh -- since I took this job. But, Greg, you've proved you could really, really make me want you to fuck me! To ache for your cock! Now! I do want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me right here and now!"
Greg smiled.
"Now, motherfucker, now!" Karen screamed.
In the lobby outside, Suzie, the receptionist, could not help but hear practically all of what was taking place in the office. She had to stifle a giggle by putting her hand over her mouth.
"Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like you've never fucked before! Fuck me like you're going to drive it through my cunt and out my asshole!"
Greg fucked his hot prick hilt-deep. He was flexing his legs as he slammed his sweating hips against her, while she supported herself on the sweat-glistening desktop. His ass was moving in and out, his throbbing prick fucking into her hot, moist cunt again and again. Greg couldn't recall when his cock had ever been so hard. Karen was crazy with lust.
Greg moaned, as frenzied with lust as Karen was. He grabbed full handfuls of her pliant ass in his hands, wrestling her cunt, forcing it onto his erect, slippery prick. Then his hands worshiped their way across every inch of her skin. His hands roamed across her thrusting chest to those fabulous, big, jiggling tits. His hands luxuriated in the feel of the big, gorgeous mounds, caressing the firm, jutting nipples. He felt like he could have eaten her up alive, chomped her down body and soul, and still not had enough of her fucking cunt.
"Karen!" Greg moaned, his lips roving their way across her tits, his hands raking through her blonde hair. His prick was wild, attacking the sweet, delicious hole of her cunt.
He fucked his cock into her repeatedly, out of control, banging her with all of his strength, sweat splattering from his face and neck. He could feel Karen clamping her pussy in anticipation of the blast of jism he was going to coat the inside of her guts with. She rasped him tightly around the neck, thrusting her hot tits against his chest, her hard nipples smashing into him on each stroke of his cock. He supported her while her cunt shuddered and shook, impaled on the end of his long, punishing cock. Spasms were wracking her body as she bucked up and down on his prick. Her cunt was squeezing his cock like it wanted blood, her strong cunt muscles milking the whole length, begging for the strong spurts that pumped, shooting real fire into her guts, burning up her fuckhole. His balls whipped at the crack of her ass as he fucked and fucked his burning prick into her.
"Oh shit, oh you sweet motherfucking pussy!" Greg moaned in ecstasy.
As he kept fucking, he drained every drop into her.
"Fuck, honey!" Karen gasped. "That was the real thing! I thought I was going to die when my orgasm hit!"
Chapter Thirteen
A loud rapping on the door shattered the moment. Karen and Greg glanced at the door, then grinned sheepishly.
"Did you lock the door?" Karen whispered. "I think so," Greg said.
"Well," Karen said. "Yes?"
It was Suzie's voice that replied. "There's someone here to apply for a job in the sales department. Shall I send her in?"
"Uh -- just a moment and I'll be with you."
Greg had put his glasses on and was hiking up his pants, zipping them up. "I've got to make a note to be sure and lock the door next time!"
"Well," Karen said, giggling, "This is the X-Channel, after all!"
Greg straightened his tie, Karen consulted the compact mirror from her purse, and then with a kiss and a gentle pat to her ass, Greg departed from the office.
Karen went to the door and opened it, then indicated to Suzie that she was ready to interview the prospective salesperson. She returned to her desk, sat down and hastily shuffled a few papers around, then picked up a few pieces of mail. Karen sensed the presence of someone in the doorway and looked up to see an attractive young woman, apparently fresh out of her teens, standing in the doorway. She had struck a casual pose, her hands nestled in the pockets of her white pants and a baggy sweater draping gently over her nubile tits. A pair of sunglasses were positioned atop her head amid flourishes of carefully disarranged red hair. The girl's expression was fresh. "Karen?"
For the first few seconds, Karen didn't recognize the figure in the doorway. Maybe it was because she wasn't used to seeing her with her clothes on.
"Amy! Close the door and come on in! What the fuck brings you here?" Karen motioned toward a chair. "Tell me, what brings you to X-Channel!"
"Thanks," Amy said, delicately positioning herself in the offered chair. "Damn, Karen, you didn't tell me anything about this place. This is quite a plush little layout you have here!" Amy's eyes took in the expensive office furnishings. "Really nice! They must pay you a bundle if you've got an office like this!"
"Well, actually, I just moved into the office. I'm going to have to make a few changes so that I'll feel more at home here. The fact is, I can just imagine the previous sales manager -- horny stud that he is -- fucking a steady stream of babes as they came through his office!" Karen smiled. "Yeah, I can even see some girl sitting up here on the desk, just begging for him to fuck her!"
Amy had to laugh, too. "Well, Karen, perhaps you already know the reason I'm here. Do you remember what you told me that night at Dave and Jeri's place?"
"Of course! I said you might enjoy working here, and that you ought to drop by and put in an application. Is that why you came by today?"
"Is that all right?" Amy looked concerned, but on Amy, concern looked wonderful.
"All right? That's just fucking fabulous! You're hired! When can you start?"
"Start? Hired?" Amy appeared to be flabbergasted. "You mean it? You mean it for real? I'm hired?"
Karen lounged back into the thick leather of the chair and folded her hands with satisfaction.
"Yup," she said. "And I'll be more than happy to show you the ropes myself."
Her eyes scanned Amy's beautiful face. One thing was for certain, Karen knew that Amy wasn't going to have any difficulty whatsoever in convincing her customers. In convincing them of anything!
"Christ! It's really going to be great having you on board. The management here is great. You get to make your own hours and the pay is excellent. And, I'm going to be your sales manager -- do I look like I'm going to be a tough boss? On top of that, I can guarantee that you and I are going to have a lot of fun. Now, when can you start? Hey, I've got a great idea! Are you going to be free for lunch today, or do you have some other plans?"
"I..."
"Well, it's nearly noon and I know this great little Chinese restaurant right around the corner. Do you like Chinese food?"
"Wow!" Amy gasped. "I didn't quite expect this kind of reception. Excuse me if I seem a little, uh, blown away! You mean you weren't kidding when you said I was hired? That I can start immediately?"
"Kidding?" Karen laughed. "Shit, no, I wasn't kidding! I know you're just going to love working at the X-Channel! You're just going to fucking love it!"
