With the passing of each day, more and more women are taking their place in the so-called man's world, proving they are as good as, if not better than, the men they are replacing. Even young girls who are sexually repressed find an outlet for their feelings in the business world, often substituting their work for relaxation.
Such a girl is Jo Palmer, already in her twenties, still a virgin, unable to accept the physically rough idea of a sexual confrontation with men. An idealist where love is concerned, she is determined to give her body solely to the man she believes she will eventually fall in love with. And while other woman around her are placid and relaxed as a result of being loved by men, Jo becomes a driving, working woman who feels no love ... only the need to continually succeed at her work.
When she finally does lose her virginity, it is not willingly. Not even the threat of losing her job will make her surrender her body, but when she is attacked by her superiors, one at a time, she will not allow their viciousness to deter her driving ambition to succeed. Where a lesser female might quit to avoid repetitions of such occurrences, Jo refuses to let her body get in the way of her ambition, though at no time does she willingly accept what her male superiors and colleagues do to her.
And when she finally does succeed, and she no longer must surrender herself to men, she first comes to understand just how much her body needs attention.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Her name was Jo. Not Josephine, not Joanne, simply Jo. For some reason her mother hadn't felt the need to extend the simple two-letter name, Jo.
She was five feet, seven inches tall, a long, lithe, slender willowy reed of a girl, if a twenty-two year old was still a girl. Were it not for her huge breasts, she might easily have had a boyish figure, because her hips weren't too round. She had very long legs, and though they were well-shaped, she kept them hidden beneath either maxi-skirts or slacks.
Jo had clear, limpid brown eyes, a short, straight nose, and a pretty, cupid's bow mouth set in a heart-shaped face. Her very long, straight brown hair came down to her waist. Each night, she lavished a lot of time on her crowning glory, stroking it two hundred times with a brush, one hundred with each hand. Brushing her hair gave her a strange inner thrill, and it was the only physical thrill she had enjoyed, to date. Her upbringing had been very strict, and she had been taught to respect her body by neither touching it, nor letting anyone else touch it. After all, if she didn't respect herself, no one else would respect her. Not that Jo was either ignorant or stupid. She had been a biology major in college and knew all about the human body and methods of reproduction. What she didn't understand was, why human beings copulated when they had no desire to reproduce. Aside from being immoral and against the laws of God as she understood them, what fun was one able to derive from touching the genitalia of a member of the opposite sex? The crotch was not always the cleanest place, and Jo, herself, always was fastidious about her own body, showering every morning and night, taking special care to keep her vagina from emitting any kind of odor.
When she was graduated from college, Jo decided she was not going to be a secretary or take some demeaning job held by other females. On the contrary, she intended breaching the man's world, showing she was better than any man at a chosen profession.
What she finally did choose was not classified as a profession, but Jo found it exciting. Ever since she had been a little girl, she, like so many boys around her, had enjoyed a silent love affair with the automobile. And now she wanted to sell automobiles so she'd always be near them.
Jo lived in the Incorporated Village of Long Neck, a small village not too far from a thriving metropolitan area. The village had four auto dealerships, and Jo decided she wasn't going to wait for a vacancy in one of them. On the contrary, she felt the Long Neck Chevrolet agency had the greatest variety of automobiles, and so she decided that was where she would sell cars.
So, on a bright, warm day in June, she walked into the agency and asked to see the manager. The showroom was not only large, but high, with windows on three sides. It was built at the bottom of a hill, and people walking up the hill on the north side of the showroom would always look down inside at the various cars on the showroom floor. The walls of the showroom were almost circular, and eight desks sat in a pattern around the walls, though the desks against the north wall were under the high-rising windows since the shape of the showroom had to conform to the hill on which it was built. The huge indoor garage where the new cars were stored was at the top of the hill, two flights up, and there was no elevator in the place. To get up to the garage, one had to use the stairs, and Jo noticed salesmen were up and down the stairs constantly.
While waiting to see the manager, Jo spoke with one of the other salesmen and learned the agency was owned by a recluse who all but lived in the plush office at the rear. One had to work there for nearly a year before the man would deign to speak to him. The only person with which the owner remained in constant communication was the manager, and from what the salesman told her, the manager behaved as if the man was some kind of king, stopping short of bowing.
Jo was finally ushered into the manager's office, a small cubicle against the left wall, and sat in front of the large desk. On the left corner of the desk was a sign with the name Steven Marquette on it. And sitting behind the desk, not bothering to stand when she came in and sat, was Marquette, himself. His white shirtsleeves were rolled up, and the brown pepper jacket of his suit was hanging on a hanger in the open closet behind Jo.
Marquette, himself, was a short man, less than an inch taller than Jo. What hair he had left fringed his ears and the rear part of his upper head, standing out much like fur. He had twinkling brown eyes and a deceptively pleasant face. And the moment he saw Jo, the twinkle in his brown eyes turned to flashes of lust. Jo had always ignored salacious stares and did so now.
"Miss Palmer," he said, "just what can I do for you?"
"I want a job selling cars," she told him. "I know all about cars, and I think I can do a better job than any man on your floor."
"That won't be much of an accomplishment," Steve laughed. "My sales force stinks for the most part."
"Well then, you need me," Jo insisted. "Perhaps," he nodded. "Tell you what. I'll give you your chance. You'll go out on the floor cold. You'll get your 'ups' along with the other men, in proper rotation."
Jo knew an "up" referred to her turn to talk to a prospective customer who walked in. Whether he was buying or simply looking, that was her turn, and the next person to walk in went to the salesman behind her in the rotation.
"I didn't think it would be this easy," Jo said, marveling.
"Ah, but there's a condition," Steve Marquette insisted.
"What kind of condition?" Jo asked, instantly suspicious.
"I'm a very devious person," Steve told her. "I want to take you out to dinner tomorrow evening. I'll give you until then to prove yourself. You'll come in during the afternoon, at one o'clock, and if you sell one person, I'll hire you. If not, after our date, you just don't show up the next day."
"Hey, you've got a deal," Jo laughed.
"If you want, you can start early, today. Go out on the floor and tell the assistant manager, Tom Kitchbo, that you're here on a two-day trial period. You're working on straight commission. I'll make it easy for you by telling you this much. Try and get list price for any car you sell. If the customer haggles, let him knock you down five percent. If he wants more of a discount, talk to either Tom or myself, first. Got it?"
"Got it."
Jo hurried out to the showroom again and spied Tom Kitchbo immediately. He was a tall, lean, rangy man, perhaps two or three years older than herself, with long, black, stringy hair and a sharp mustache. He was sitting behind his desk with his feet up, talking on the telephone, telling a customer who had purchased a car that it was too bad the man hadn't shopped around before buying at the Long Neck Agency, first. It didn't matter that the man was able to buy the car at another agency for five hundred dollars less. And when the man on the other end became too vociferous, Kitchbo hung up, laughing.
He was a hard, callous person, with no pity for anyone, thinking everyone who came in to buy a car was a sucker to be taken for as much as possible.
When Jo spoke to him, he was instantly appraising her with his eyes, but when he saw the blank stare she was giving him, he instantly rejected her sexually. Kitchbo was lazy when it came to females, wanting only those females who were instantly willing.
Jo was given a desk near the front door, and told the next man in was her "up". She was delighted, except that the next man to come in didn't do so for more than four hours. The waiting for people to come in was the hardest part. But when the man came in, she dazzled him with her smile, and in no time convinced him to buy a Caprice Classic for only fifty dollars below list price. That meant her own share of the commission would come to nearly two hundred dollars. This made the rest of the sales force notice her because the average salesman didn't make more than fifty dollars per car, if that much. And by the time her trial period was over, the following evening, she had made two more sales and was definitely on the agency payroll.
That evening she allowed Steve Marquette to take her to a quiet little restaurant on the North Shore where they ate and drank lots of wine. She was feeling good, really good, knowing she had a job. She drank more than she should have, and soon her head was swimming. It was nearly midnight when she slid into Marquette's Camaro, thinking he was driving her home. But when the car stopped she found herself in front of a very unfamiliar apartment house. Marquette ushered her out of the car, and before she realized what was happening, found herself being ushered inside.
"Where are we?" she asked
"Do you remember the owner of our agency, Mister Farmer?"
"You mean the man with the white hair who's always dressed like a ass and who doesn't talk to anyone but you?"
"Right," Marquette nodded, leading her into the elevator. "Well when he's not at the showroom, he lives on the top floor of this building. And he had a good look at you yesterday and asked me to invite you up for a nightcap."
"How nice," the unsuspecting Jo said, giggling from too much wine.
When the elevator stopped, they found themselves stepping into the plush living room of a huge duplex apartment. Eric Farmer, the owner of the Long Neck Chevrolet Agency was standing there wearing his old clothes, smiling at her. He had coarse white hair with gray eyebrows, and a clean-shaven face that looked younger than the hair on his head claimed him to be.
"Hey, I forgot my cigarettes down in the car," Steve Marquette told her. "I'll be back in a minute." And before Jo was able to say anything, he disappeared back into the elevator, and the door closed.
"Come on in," Farmer said to Jo, taking her arm.
"My, this is a very nice place," Jo said, feeling funny being alone with the man.
"I'm glad you like it," he smiled, ushering her to the sofa.
She sat, feeling her small, round bottom, covered with a tan maxi-skirt, sink into the deep red sofa cushion. Her mind was still reeling from all the wine she had imbibed.
Farmer walked through the ankle-thick maroon carpeting to a bar he had across the room where he took a chilled bottle from a small refrigerator. It was Moet champagne. He opened the bottle and poured some into two stemmed goblets.
Jo's feet felt numb. She took her shoes off and tucked her feet under her on the sofa as Farmer brought her a glass of champagne, then clinked his glass against hers, saying, "To a long, profitable relationship."
He was staring at her with deep blue eyes, and Jo tried meeting his stare, but felt quivery inside. She wondered what was taking Steve so long. She didn't like being here alone with Farmer. Putting her glass down on a nearby end table, she all but froze when she felt Farmer put a hand on her knee. He put his own glass down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and slowly massaged her kneecap through her skirt.
By now Jo knew something was definitely wrong. Her employer was one of those dirty old men she had so often heard about. Well she'd be double-damned if his employing her as a saleslady meant he'd be able to employ her body for his own personal use. She gave value for the money she was paid, and she didn't owe this man a thing.
And yet she was afraid to remove his hand. She didn't want to provoke the man if all he wanted to do was rub her kneecap. Jo purposely picked up her glass and sipped more champagne, saying, "Boy, nothing but the best, huh."
"Precisely," Farmer said. "And the moment I saw you, I knew you fitted into that category."
"What category is that?" she asked, putting the glass down again.
"I'll bet you're the best when it comes to things other than selling," he smirked, and the young woman suddenly found herself lightly encircled by the old man's arms. She tried pushing his arms away, wanting to tell him not to do that, but before she said a word, his mouth was jamming itself on hers, kissing her lips passionately. Panic gripped her, and she tried yanking her head to one side, then another, wanting to pull her mouth from his, wishing to tell him not to do that. But the old man's mouth covered hers tightly, preventing her from breathing.
Now she was angry. Where did this vile man think he had the right to take liberties with her? How dare he touch her and fondle her and kiss her. She was getting madder with each passing moment, and she struggled, pushing her arms against his weighty shoulders, but to no avail. Farmer merely pressed his body all the more solidly against hers, pushing her ever deeper into the sofa. More than a little frightened, the brown-haired girl once again tried wriggling from the tight grasp of his arms, but being sunk so deeply into the sofa, she found herself helplessly trapped.
Jo almost gagged when Farmer's slimy wet tongue began pushing its way into her mouth, licking everywhere, searching out all the wet corners, teasing her own tongue, making her shudder. Because of her upbringing, Jo had never had very much to do with boys when she was younger, or men now that she was over twenty-one. The idea of a male pushing his spit into her mouth while kissing her made her stomach queasy, and as Farmer continued kissing her, she felt his wet spittle dripping all over her chin. Well hell, whatever this man wanted she sure as the devil had no intention of giving him.
"Ooooooohhhhhhnnnhhhh...," she breathlessly gasped, straining and doing her best to resist. But Farmer merely continued slurping his thickly wet tongue through her wide-open mouth, held open by the pressure of his lips. He pressed his mouth so firmly against hers, her head was being pressed far back into the sofa-back. With an arm around her waist now, he forced her slenderly pliant body to arch against his, feeling her full, round breasts rubbing against his shirtfront.
Totally overpowered by the lusting brute of a man, Jo shut her eyes and pushed, struggling with all her strength, doing her best to somehow or other get away from her employer. But as the moments rolled by, the girlish woman realized it was more and more difficult. Also, she was starting to feel the funniest tremors between her thighs. A strange sense of lust was starting to swell in her body, and it terrified her. God! What was the matter with her? She had never felt anything like this before. Why was she suddenly reacting this way? Good, decent girls didn't behave like this. And she was certain she was a good girl. Perhaps she was a bit tipsy, but it was no reason for her to think she wasn't a good girl. After all, being good meant she had the ability to not only keep her emotions under control, but to not even have such disturbing feeling. Why then, should such sensations course through her?
With each passing second she found herself becoming more and more inwardly excited by what her licentious boss was doing. But she had no intention of surrendering to the man's lascivious hunger for her. Not that he smelled, or anything like that. For all his seediness as far as the way he dressed, he did manage to keep himself clean.
"Please," she managed to gasp, finally. "Stop this. Stop it immediately!"
"My, my, a little Goody Two Shoes," Farmer said. "What's bothering you, Jo? Is it that I'm an old man and unappealing? Are you prejudiced against older men?"
"N-no, of course not," she told him, staring into his cobalt eyes. "You're trying to take advantage of me, and I don't think it's right. I don't care what your age is."
"Are you trying to tell me that if I were Steve instead of myself, you'd put up the same kind of struggle?"
"Of course," she insisted. "A man's dating me doesn't give him the right to paw me. But you didn't even date me. Goodness, I feel as if Steve is pimping for you, setting me up for you."
"The truth is, Steve wanted you for himself, but I told him that since I was the agency boss, I get first crack at you. And since Steve wants to keep his job, he's been very agreeable."
"Well if doing things like this is the only way for me to keep my job, then suppose I just quit," Jo snapped.
"Hell, you can quit if you want to, but I'm still going to get what I want from you. Just remember, your job isn't dependent on this, but I still want you, honey."
"You're a dirty old man!" she exclaimed, freezing as she felt his hands starting to move. One was moving slowly up her back, and through her wine-fogged mind she sensed the other hand sliding down to cup her buttocks. Farmer was rotating his hand as he pressed it against the roundness of her gluteal flesh, and Jo suddenly realized a very pleasant sensation was coursing through her body. Wherever his hands touched, new sprinkles of heat broke out, shooting through the rest of her. The man seemed to know all the right places to touch and caress her, teasing her completely defenseless nerves.
Jo was more frightened with each passing moment. This was something totally unexpected, and she had to get away from here as quickly as possible.
Farmer's tongue felt like a slick, flaming spear in her mouth, moving through her oral cavity rapidly, slicing like a burning buzzsaw. Wherever his body touched hers, in spite of the fact that he was soft, Jo felt another part of her start to incinerate. The old man knew his way around a female torso very well, and wherever he touched Jo, he aroused her, making her gasp out unwanted sighs, revealing she was slowly, inextricably being drawn into the web of passion he was spinning. She shuddered and whimpered, but her mewls were lost in the soft licking sounds Farmer was making with his tongue in her mouth.
God! God! God! she thought. What is this vile old man doing? Why am I letting him do it? I have to stop him before this gets completely out of control.
She struggled and pushed, trying to free her arms from the tight ring his own arms formed around her body. She gasped and kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. Trying to stop Eric Farmer would have been like trying to stop a runaway bulldozer by standing in front of it.
Farmer was as lecherous a man as ever existed. He was convinced women were charmed by him, and he was certain he would have scored with just as many even if he didn't have so much money and influence. The struggles each female put up were the result of their wanting to make themselves seem more appealing and desirable. To him, it was all one big game.
Jo was overwhelmed by the suddenness of all this, but it didn't stop her from struggling. She continually writhed in his arms, trying to free herself, but he held her as if in a vise. And to her horror, she soon found her body beginning to enjoy the pressure of his hard penis as it rubbed against her belly, even though her maxi-skirt and his pants remained between them. Chills zigzagged up and down her backbone as she felt his hard penis twitching and flexing, emitting lustfully responsive signals. She struggled even harder, but he was much too strong for her, and she was unable to break away.
"I want to see just what you look like under all those clothes," Farmer whispered, breathing hot, heavy bolts of lust into her over-sensitive ear.
"My God! Absolutely not!" she yelled as he abruptly released her and got to his feet, standing beside the sofa on which she was sprawled. She felt weak and helpless, lying there with her skirt all rumpled and her hair disheveled. The cushions beneath her seemed to suck her even deeper into the sofa, yielding to the pressure of her slender form.
"Oh, God!" Jo gasped, staring as Farmer began tugging off his own clothes. He was behaving in a disgusting manner, and Jo felt embarrassed and ashamed. She wanted to shut her eyes tightly and blot out the entire scene, but for some unaccountable reason her eyes remained wide open. Her gaze was riveted to the old man and what he was doing. She was unable to tear her eyes from him. And suddenly he was totally naked, his flesh as white as his hair, though the hair on his pelvis was still iron-gray. He had white curls on his chest and arms, but what really frightened her was her first sight of an erect phallus.
Jo had gone to all the museums and had seen statues of Greek men and gods, their chiseled penises in a shrunken state of repose, looking small and insignificant. But in all her twenty-two years, this was her first glimpse of an erect phallus, and the sight terrified her. She froze, her eyes glued to the flexing penis, itself all white but for the mottled cherry head. Not once in all the years that she had studied biology, reading about the necessity of a male attaining an erection prior to intromission had she ever been able to picture an erect phallus. As a baby sitter she had changed many a wet diaper in her teens, but all those little boys had sported members so tiny they wouldn't match the length of the nail on her pinkie. Now, with her eyes almost painfully riveted on Eric Farmer's throbbing cock, she found herself totally unprepared and off-guard. Often, when looking at the small penises chiseled onto the statues in the museums, she pictured the tiny organs stiffening, but it had never occurred to her the penis would enlarge. Now, seeing how immense and grotesque this cock was, she felt icy terror clutch her heart like a freezing hand. How, in the name of God, did this man walk around with something so immense attached to him? And as for burying it in a female vagina ... well, it was obvious the organ was far too long and too thick to actually enter a feminine interior.
Eric Farmer smiled down at her, enjoying the way her eyes followed the movement of his cock as he twitched it up and down while slowly revolving his hips first one way, then the other.
"like it?" he asked, proud of his long, hard erection, certain the girl was staring at it out of admiration more than anything else. "I'll have you know you're staring at the greatest cock in Long Neck."
Jo reddened, and Farmer enjoyed her embarrassment. He had known she would be interesting the moment he had seen her, peering at her from inside his office, through a crack in the door.
"Dear God..." was all Jo managed to get out, shivering with fright, more terrified than ever. Slowly but surely she came to the obvious realization: his displaying his hard penis so wantonly in front of her meant only one thing, and that thing was his intention to attempt using it on her.
Jo suddenly understood everything. Steve
Marquette had been the lure, taking her out, wining her, dining her, getting her ready to face this hideous man. No, no, that wasn't right. He wasn't hideous. In fact, were he to comb his hair and put on decent clothes he'd be quite nice-looking. But his behavior at this moment was monstrous, and the full realization of what he wanted to take place hit her with the power of a wrecking ball. Perhaps the worst part of all this was, deep down, her body was becoming more and more aroused at the sight of this man's nakedness. She felt vilely attracted to his penis. Christ! Here she was ... trapped, caught on the horns of a dilemma. Unfortunately, she was no longer living with her parents. All during college she had saved her money, and when she had been graduated, she took her own apartment, living alone. So no one would miss her not being home. She leaned back into the sofa, staring at his shuddering cock as he stood over her, letting her wine-fogged mind slowly start to clear.
The shape of his white, cherry-topped spear had to be the most thrillingly terrifying thing Jo had ever seen. It was wavering from side to side almost before her face. Imagine ... just imagine, all men had spears like this. And most men, at one time or another, buried the full length of their quivering lances into the moistly soft depths of a woman. And right now this particular cock sincerely believed it was about to plunder her cunt ... her virgin cunt.
Jo struggled up from the sofa, but Farmer pushed her down so she was seated on the edge of the cushion, leaning forward. With her eyes still locked on the massive phallus, she tried pulling away but found herself being bent forward even more as Farmer's fingers undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled the blouse off her shoulders, saying, "Let's stop horsing around, Jo. You aren't leaving this place until you've been solidly fucked. And I do mean solidly."
"You and Steve, the two of you planned this all along," she gasped.
"Right from the first moment I saw you," he assured her. "I was overjoyed when Steve gave you the two-day trial period. I'm even more overjoyed that you succeeded, for in spite of your horror at what is taking place now, I have the feeling you're going to stay with the agency. And if I make tonight good enough for you, the next time I come seeking your cunt, you won't give me such a hard time."
"Don't you understand this is wrong?" she told him. "It's immoral. It's also illegal."
"Well, thank God it isn't fattening," he laughed, and she shuddered as she realized her blouse was off.
"Please," she begged. "Oh please, let me go home. Don't do this to me."
"Stop behaving like a child," he snapped, a bit irritated. "Let's just say this is another duty, since you are working for me. Naturally you get paid a bonus for staying overtime."
"I'm not a whore," she whimpered.
"Oh, shut up," he barked at her, suddenly slapping her face hard, making her fall across the sofa.
Stunned, frozen, horrified, she lay face-down for a moment, not even feeling his hands reach for her brassiere, which he proceeded to unsnap. And then he was tugging her up, removing it. The full, round white melons of her breasts stood revealed to the man's eyes. Each was tipped with a coral-pink nipple in the center of a large, circular areola twice the diameter of a silver dollar. Terrified, afraid Farmer would hit her again, Jo lay rigid on the sofa, letting him pull off her maxi-skirt, after which he peeled off her panties and pantyhose, dropping everything carelessly to the floor.
The only thing left for Jo to do was to make a loud, raucous scene in the hope someone in the lower apartment might hear her. But even if someone did hear, and by some miracle managed to summon the police, she would be completely naked when they arrived, and that many more men seeing her unclothed would shame her even more. She lay there, a helpless, exotic creature as Eric Farmer slavered, staring at the light brown hair, looking like a dark powder puff between her thighs.
It had been a long, long time since Farmer had enjoyed a cunt this young. Usually he fucked one or another of the women who worked in the secretarial pool, giving each woman her turn, and most of the females in the pool had been working at the agency for five or more years, which put the youngest secretary at thirty.
Farmer gazed at the mossy hair, noting it didn't curl tightly like the pubic hair of so many other females. Rather hers was wavy, and through the hair he saw Jo's richly pouting, pinkly swollen cunt lips. A touch of glistening moisture lined the shimmering ribbons of her inner lips, letting the old man know what he had been doing had gotten to Jo. She was filled with the flaming liquid, and as she squirmed on the sofa, her labia parting for an instant, the seepage came gushing out in heavy rivulets, running down her thighs to her buttocks.
Farmer turned off a table lamp to the left of the sofa, which left only one lamp in the room on, creating what he believed to be an exotic atmosphere. He was going to fuck this sweet pussy no matter what she wanted, but he did hope to eventually bring her around to his way of thinking. Sure, it was fun to force a woman, but it was even more fun when she eventually expressed a willingness, thereby convincing him how masculine he was. In fact, he hoped she would eventually be more than merely willing. He wanted her anxious to be fucked. He loved feeling his throbbing prick solidly buried to the hilt in the tightly watering depths of a new female cunt. Rape was something only sick people truly enjoyed, and Farmer felt certain there was nothing sick about himself. It was one thing for a woman to struggle when he finally shoved his mast into her, but it was something else again for him to get his rocks off while she either lay there, unmoving, in a state of shock, or she felt no pleasure. The old man had been around long enough to know when he was giving a woman pleasure. Orgasms were one thing he knew about, and no woman had ever faked one with him. And before the evening was over, he intended making certain this woman had one helluva rousing climax. She would be so fired up, her tight pussy muscles would crush and squeeze and tightly press his throbbing penis until the hard cock had unleashed every last drop of the pearly semen aching to get out. He might be old, almost sixty years old, but he still fucked with the best of them
Looking up in the dim room, Jo became aware that Eric farmer was the only thing in sharp focus. The rest of the room behind him and around him seemed hazy and blurred. When the man sat on the edge of the sofa, next to her, she shuddered, and when he reached for her, she held her own hands out, palms pressing flatly against his loose-muscled chest. But even as she applied pressure, she felt her arms bending as he drew her closer and closer. Her naked torso was being tugged up, nearer to his ... drawn against him until her full, quiveringly rounded mammaries rubbed against the white, curling hairs on his chest.
Farmer's mouth was on hers, smothering her as his tongue, like a wicked knife, stabbed repeatedly into her mouth. Jo prayed she might faint, trembling as she wildly fought, beating against the man's chest with her closed fists, pummeling helplessly against him. His mouth now pressed even harder against hers as he moved back and slowly stood, dragging her to her feet.
Little by little his burning kiss was reaching into the horrified depths of her anguished brain, affecting her more and more, making her realize she was slowly succumbing. Her brain continued screaming at her to resist, and because she was determined to prove herself a wholesome, clean female rather than a tramp, she continued fighting. But his was a dominating kiss, and little by little Jo found her inner self being absorbed, first into her own mouth, then into his mouth, as if she was actually becoming a part of the man. She sensed the upright, throbbing thickness of his seethingly wet penis as it wildly pulsated between them, leaking its own slick lubriciousness onto both their bellies.
And then Farmer stopped kissing her, temporarily snapping the spell under which she had fallen. His mouth moved from her lips and began branding itself against her slender throat.
"No ... no ... no..." Jo gasped, doing her best to resist, struggling more and more futilely, trying to fight both, the man, and her inner self as it became more certainly aroused. Though she sensed she was fighting a losing battle, Jo continued struggling, and she gasped when his working lips began kissing the tops of her white breasts. A realization came to her as his mouth continued working lower, heading for her rich, pink nipples. It was more than a simple act of fornication that was about to take place this night. He was arousing her so much, she began thinking she was not the pure, clean, innocent maid she had always thought herself to be. Deep down inside her quaking body there lurked an anxious succubus craving to enjoy all these evil, immoral things. And with each passing moment the little demon within was becoming stronger and stronger.
Jo took a deep breath when his tongue began circling first one areola, then the other, expecting he would shortly suck her nipples into his mouth. But Farmer surprised her, bypassing her nipples, kneeling on the floor before her standing body, kissing the flat of her belly, making her wriggle and gasp even more, gulping, trying to suck air into her lungs. Jo swayed, hoping she would indeed pass out. When he'd forced her to stand so suddenly, he'd caused the blood to drain from her whirling mind. She was definitely in danger of losing her balance and toppling over. She shivered, feeling the flaming contact of her flat, white belly against his seethingly wet lips. Icicles charged up and down the length of her spine as she realized the enormity of all that was about to happen. She, who had previously never uttered a worse word than "darn" was now completely naked with a strange man she had only previously caught a glimpse of at work. He was as naked as she at the moment, and there was no doubt as to his intentions. He was going to fuck her, to take her virginity, and no matter how hard she struggled he would eventually prevail. Fuck? That was the word, all right. She had often heard it used, and more than once had seen it written, though she, herself had never let the word pass her lips. But it most aptly described what was about to happen to her.
Just thinking about all this ... the way Steve Marquette had tricked her ... made her angry, and she reached out, grabbing the old man's white hair as his mouth continued kissing her belly. She made fists of her hands, tightening his hair in her grasp, and she was startled when he stopped kissing her, looked up, and said, "Good, good. Hold tight, honey. I'm going to make you happier than you've ever been in your life. Now you'll find out why the other ladies always come back for more."
He wanted her to grip his hair? Why? she wondered. Was he completely crazy?
But the answer came a moment later, and it came with shocking swiftness as his mouth slid beneath the brown bush covering her white pelvis.
His tongue leaped out and snaked between the tightly clamped lips covering the pink bog of her wetly heated pussy. His hands were now on her upper thighs, pushing between them, forcing them apart, his thumbs caught in the light-brown tendrils of her wispy cunt hairs. The pressure of his lips against her anguished tunnel-opening was one thing, but the sensation of his tongue, darting in and out, in and out, slicing through the soft, tenderly moist flesh of her feminine wound made her scream and gasp, feeling totally unexpected thrills she had never dreamed possible. Her mind also thought how incredibly evil and wicked this was. She had to work and make a conscious effort to rinse her vagina each time she showered ... not to mention the little pack of Wet Ones she carried to be used following each voiding of urine. Just how was the man able to put his mouth down there. Uuuuuggggghhhhh! Disgusting!
She writhed as the tongue sliced between the peach-like pouts of her outer labia, then slid between her inner lips, sinking itself into the wetly pulsating slash of her vulva, licking and lapping, making the sodden interior even wetter as he drank out her flowing juices.
Tugging her body back, doing her best to escape the thrillingly wet contact, Jo shivered when the man's hands moved around to her buttocks, cupping and gripping the slightly rounded cheeks, tugging her loins ever closer to his face. His working tongue lapped feverishly at the small, hidden bubble of her tiny clitoris.
"No, no, no!" Jo screeched, realizing for the first time that the apartment was soundproofed. She firmly pushed against his forehead with the heels of her hands, feeling helplessly trapped by his mouth. "That's disgusting! It's vile! It's so horribly perverted!"
But even as she pushed, she found herself staring down at the top of his head, seeing the silvery hair shine as his head moved back and forth, his leaping tongue making long, loudly moist sounds as it continued avidly licking into the heated depths of her vulnerable, dripping vaginal temple.
"Why are you doing this?" Jo gasped, totally shocked that anyone might consider something like this.
She had expected to be raped, attacked, actually fucked. But she'd never dreamed any man might perform this sick act on her young, trembling body. How could anyone consider this lovemaking? His face was pressed between her straining thighs, his working tongue continually sneaking into her steaming pussy. How in the name of God was a man able to put his mouth against such a filthy area. Even if she did cleanse it, it was still the area from which she urinated. What a horribly depraved thing to do. Certainly decent people, like her parents and their friends, didn't make love this way. The rape she had been expecting was bad enough, but this ... uuuuuggggghhhhh...
Farmer pushed backward as he moved forward on his knees. Jo was doing her utmost to back away from his questing mouth. His two hands continued cupping the fullness of the young woman's twin buttocks. Jo felt herself being continually pushed back until her calves struck the sofa behind her. That was when she found herself being tumbled onto it. Her legs swung up into the air as she fell, and Farmer parted them, letting them fall down on his shoulders, preventing her from regaining her balance. The man slid his palms between her soft, firmly solid thighs, pressing outward with his thumbs, carefully pushing the softly tender, pink inner folds until they were wide apart. Her loins were wide apart, and as she lay there, her head lower than her rump, Jo stared up at Farmer's dripping face, her eyes wide with alarm. She struggled and fought, but it was all in vain. God! God! God! All this was so ugly, so perverted, so unbearable. She stared at his anxious mouth dripping the slick secretions it had sucked from her steamingly torrid hole, and the very obsceneness of such a sight revolted her. She had to get away, she just had to, even if it meant losing her job. The mere idea of remaining alone with such a twisted man was horrifying.
But the harder she struggled, the more useless her efforts appeared. There was no way Farmer would let her go until he had finished with her. And right now, his single desire was to continue sucking her wetly frothing cunt.
The sofa was deep, a sectional made up of many pieces; a pit grouping, including the piece on which Farmer now kneeled down on all fours like a dog as he prepared to return to the licentious lapping of her heatedly pulsating vagina. Her firmly round, full breasts trembled as she stared at her new employer who, because he had her legs thrown over his shoulders, was forcing her body to bend and hunch as he hovered over her. He caused her to bend until she was almost S-shaped, with her wetly dripping coral pussy much higher than her head while her kicking legs continued dangling over his shoulders.
Jo was more ashamedly aware than ever that the pinkness of her internal self was wide open and completely visible to the man's lustful eyes and mouth. She felt like a helpless virgin sacrifice as she lay with her shoulder blades pinned to the couch. Jo groaned, feeling wickedly shamed and totally humiliated. What he was doing to her was completely beyond sanity. His hands were no longer inside her thighs, but were slowly traveling the length of her trembling body. His mouth was wide open, saliva dribbling from his lips as his tongue licentiously hung out, dripping sputum onto her crotch. He inhaled sharply, then abruptly pressed forward with his face, his nose moving against the soft, fleshy inner lips of her fuming vagina.
Contrary to what Jo believed, there was absolutely nothing unclean about her frothing cunt. Because of her belief, she spent a lot of time keeping it fastidiously clean. Her loins, including her rectum, always had the fresh, clean scent of a deodorant soap, and the mixture of that, added to her own natural scent was what was driving Eric Farmer wild. She had the sweetest-smelling cunt he had ever encountered, making him hungrier and hungrier for it. Even now, as his nose spread her hair-fringed lips slowly apart, he inhaled deeply, thrilling to the delicious scent of her. His starved eyes stared into the foaming depths of her tasty pussy, and with a loud, groaning sigh, his head sank between her loins as he pushed the full length of his wetly licking tongue into the sucking moistness of her vaginal bog, thrilling to the way her warm labia wispily caressed his cheeks.
Unable to do anything else, Jo began weeping as she felt the salacious pressure of his lapping oral extension. Her naked ass-cheeks were way up in the air as her back ground into the softness of the red sofa beneath her. The smoothness of the velvet against her flesh seemed to arouse her body even more.
"Ggggaaaggghhh! Ohhhhh, Goddddd...," she wept, gasping and whimpering at the same time. Pressing her elbows deep into the cushions, the girl managed to raise her head a bit more, enabling her to see the wildly wicked sight of her insane employer as he continually applied his lashing tongue to her slavering vagina. It seemed to be so unreal, Jo found it difficult to accept that such a terrible thing was happening to her.
Yet her body was unable to deny the thrilling sensations it was feeling, even if her mind was closed to it. What she had told herself felt like a sloppily wet, slithery sensation ... like a dead fish being drawn up and down through her dribbling vaginal lips ... now was a heatedly wet, flaming tickle, working its way deeper and deeper into the center of her vagina, and from there, deeper into the pit of her belly. The more the man's tongue continued with its licking, the more aroused she became, and though her mind refused to accept what was taking place, her physical self was aroused beyond belief, thrilling delightfully to it.
Jo's brain was reeling as the thrillingly wonderful sensations blasted through her slender body. But how did she dare permit something like this to continue? Her body seemed to be asking how she dared not allow it to continue.
But tomorrow, when she walked into the agency, she was certain this indiscretion would be written all over her face. All the secretaries and bookkeepers who worked there would certainly know what had taken place. How would she be able to face them? And when Farmer came out of his office and walked through the agency, how would she be able to look him in the eye, knowing that was the face she had seen pressing its mouth against her seethingly hot cunt. His mouth was defiling her, which meant he would have little, if any, respect for her, afterward. She had already begged and pleaded with him to stop, and there was simply nothing more she could do. All that was left was for her to lie there, with her hips tilted up and her thighs and legs dangling over his shoulders. More and more shame flooded her brain as her body thrilled to the feeling of his lips and tongue kissing and licking into her again and again. Her brain was praying, pleading for all this to finally come to an end, and all the while her body was anxious for more and more and more.
For the first time in her life, Jo felt totally helpless and alone. Her parents were not around to help her escape from this predicament. Despite using all her strength, she was no match for Eric Farmer. And even if she told her father, what good would it do? A man like Farmer, with his wealth, had a lot of influence. One of the salesmen in the place had told Jo there was a rumor that Fanner had connections with certain underworld families. Telling her father might only serve to get the man in a lot of trouble, and Jo didn't want to be responsible for something like that.
Looking up between her tilted-back breasts, Jo was able to clearly see Farmer's hungry face. His burning eyes were staring down at her, and as he gobbled, his mouth looked like a hungry wolf's maw, quickly devouring the helpless prey that looked on, enjoying the death throes of the creature on which it feasted. She felt the hunger in the way his tongue licked into her without surcease, tormenting her arousingly inflamed vagina. His eyes were shining with laughter, mocking her as tears of helplessness rolled down her cheeks. It was if he sensed that her body was on his side, betraying her prudish mind.
Farmer stared at the helpless girl, knowing she was his, all his, to do with as he pleased. He felt like a teenager with is first sensuous piece of ass, and his erect penis was throbbing so, he realized he would not be able to do what he had hoped to do. His cock would shoot its load long before he'd be able to bury it in the helpless girl. God! There was something about her that aroused him as he hadn't been aroused in years. He felt her body writhing beyond the control of her mind, and knew she was his to play with as he pleased. She would come back one day, because no one had a tongue as good as his. It was only a matter of moments before her brain totally surrendered.
Smirking, he pressed the backs of her knees down a bit more, allowing her rounded kneecaps to touch the points of her tender nipples. The complete plane of her licentiously shuddering vagina was totally exposed to his hungering stare.
He looked for a moment without seeing, and that was when Jo first began to understand how much she had come to depend on the sensations imparted by his lapping tongue. She was on fire, and if it was shameless, beyond her control, then there was nothing for her to do but accept it.
Now to really drive the young bitch wild, Farmer thought, lowering his head a little more, using his thumbs to tug her moon-like buttocks apart.
There, directly in front of him, was the tiny prune-like crinkle of her small anus, smelling as sweet and as clean as the rest of her shuddering body. God! There was an ass-hole made for lapping.
Leaning forward, he pointed his oral extension straight out and pressed it into the tiny center of her wriggling ass-hole. The suddenness of his wet, lapping tongue touching so sensitive a spot caused the anal opening to contract, the sphincter temporarily rejecting his oral digit. This made Jo yelp.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed aloud, realizing she had only now first come to accept the first obscenity he had been performing, and here he was doing something even more lewd.
"No, no, no!" she shrieked, writhing insanely, though deep down in the pit of her belly her inflamed inner self was crying, Yes, Yes, YES! She squealed and shuddered again, then her voice fell to a whimper, which was the total extent of her resistance. Her thighs were opening all the wider of their own volition. They displayed the widely open wetness of her vaginal interior, along with the tight webbing of her tightly narrow ass-hole. Her wriggling body urged Farmer on, and he inwardly chortled as his experienced mouth proceeded to seriously work on the girl's hot, tingling rectum. His nose pressed between the seething lips of her soft, tenderly dribbling cunt as his tongue strove to press ever more deeply into her anal center. He pushed his tongue hard, working directly on her tight sphincter, licking it repeatedly, causing it to relax a bit more with each passing moment. And then, when he felt it had relaxed enough, he pressed the tip of his working tongue into her seething ass-hole. Her doughnut-like center contracted, but this time the tip of his tongue was already inside, and the sensation drove her insanely wild, and she let Farmer know it by the maddening way she forced her loins to buck up and down, pressing her calves against his back for leverage.
Jo gasped, feeling tiny, thrilling goose bumps starting to cover her naked body. Her hands clutched her nakedly helpless breasts, and she began sobbing shamelessly as she felt her inner self responding to his sucking lips, humping her taut ass-cheeks higher, bouncing them against his face. The very salacity of what he was doing was continually building more and more heat ever higher in her seethingly anguished body. Each time his tongue stabbed into her, she twitched and yanked her gluteal mounds back, and every time the tongue retreated, she hurled her buttocks against his questing face, opening her anal center, seeking the return of his wonderful lapping tongue. Helpless little spasms of lustfully intensifying heat started blistering their way through her wide-open nervous system.
The thrilling realization her body was not merely accepting what Farmer was doing, but actually craving more of it made her mind weep with shame. To think, her physical self was so totally possessed of the devil it actually required more of the workings of the man's lathered tongue. Her naked loins, which ought to have been struggling, were writhing with open delight. She gritted her teeth tightly in a last-ditch effort to regain mental control over herself, but it was a completely lost cause. The depth of wondering sensation in which her body was now wallowing was so intense, her mounting emotions, like an incoming tide, were continually and consistently growing and moving ever higher. Soon they would completely overwhelm her mind, and there was no doubt she would surrender totally to all that was happening to her. Before it was too late she had to find the means to resist. One final plea, one last call to the heavens crying out to be forgiven for permitting herself, even for a short time, to exult in this ghastly evil.
Eric Farmer felt her struggles lessen and knew he had won. It was a good thing, too, because his throbbing cock was straining. He'd be shooting his load at any moment. His tongue delved into the creaming depths of her vagina again, tasting the richly creaming fluids that continually poured out of her.
As he fed at her seethingly wet cunt, his mind thought back to the countless feminine wells at which he had drunk. There wasn't a single cunt able to resist the questing of his lancing tongue, just as this warmly throbbing pussy had also ultimately surrendered. Jesus! He had tasted so many vaginas they seemed like disembodied fur-surrounded holes without living beings attached to them. Each time he sucked a tasty pussy he tried recalling something specifically exceptional about it, but other than certain unpleasant memories, such as the ones with the extra-musky scent or the fishy taste, they all seemed to converge into a single vagina. Each and every one of them seemed tasteless when compared to the hot cunt at which he was now feeding. This was really one fantastic cunt. The one thing he was able to remember was the way each girl reacted when she fully understood just what it was he was doing and how much she enjoyed it. Most simply opened their thighs a bit wider and simply lay there, allowing him to continue tonguing their vaginal depths until they peaked. Some very few actually responded a little, bouncing their buttocks, letting him know he was really getting to them. But this one was special. Her body responded as if it knew it had been made for sex, in spite of the way she had protested and cried out, earlier. It was as if sex was everything, and all else was one big lie.
This wonderful, soft, furry pussy was Eric Farmer's for as long as he wanted it, despite the vocal objections of the girl attached to it. She was his as surely as a ewe belonged to a ram and a doe belonged to a stag. And knowing this made Farmer abruptly change his entire attitude. The challenge of making her want him had been the most important thing. They had been strangers, and he was no longer a young man, yet he had succeeded in arousing her to where she wanted him to continue, even if she wouldn't admit it. Her body needed him. There had been females with a lesser sexual instinct, and it had taken him a longer time to reach them. But when he finally did break down their barriers, tearing through their resistance, not one of them was able to respond in the way this lovely lady was reacting. And she was not only great tasting, but if she stayed with his agency she'd be good for business, as well. Yes, yes, he had an idea as to how to make optimum use of her, and he intended taking full advantage of it. He'd pass the idea along to Marquette and see to it the man fully implemented it. But it was time to finish off the lovely lady.
His hot tongue lapped into the depths of her hotly flooding pussy again and again, using a soft, circular motion as it strained between the tender curtains of her labia. He licked powerfully, but not violently, pressing his sucking lips against her shuddering clitoris, then massaging it with his tongue, flatly rubbing and pressing it as he slurped again and again.
The change in what he was doing produced another change in Jo, as she felt new inner sensations running rampantly through her quivering body. At this point she felt as if she were on the verge of being totally devoured by a gluttonous mouth.
Her shamelessly inflamed young thews were wildly twitching upward, moving with what appeared to be a strongly spasmodic motion, writhing with mad, uncontrolled abandon as she slammed her soddenly burning cunt against his mercilessly lapping tongue. Jo totally accepted what was happening to her at the moment, no longer even pretending to offer any kind of resistance. Her fingers curled themselves into his stringy silver hair as she utterly and completely surrendered her shuddering body to the man's lusting mouth. Completely forgotten were any moral thoughts, as well as ideas of what she had once believed to be simple decency. All that remained now was a thrilling, forbidden pleasure she was enjoying beyond belief, and she had to admit it was truly far greater than any thrill her mind might have previously imagined.
Farmer congratulated himself again, completely satisfied that he had vanquished the young woman, while still sensing how much greater was her inner sensuality than that of any other female he had ever known. She was a clever girl, too. She was the kind of girl who might eventually make trouble for a man she truly detested, if that man continued annoying her or hurting her. By tonguing her and bringing her to an ultimate conclusion this way, she would never associate any kind of pain with him. Let some other fool take her cherry. She'd be available for fucking at a later date.
He stabbed his tongue ever deeper into the wet, sluicing funnel of her seethingly sensual vagina. His face felt the wet, fleecy hairs tickling his cheeks as the thrilled young woman hurled her body upward with an anxious desperation, straining her nakedly grinding buttocks against his chin and throat. She crushed her slick heated vagina against his working mouth, feeling his tongue drill deeply into the fuming depths of her fiery quim. His kissing lips tried shaping themselves to her vertical slash, orally laving her vaginal orifice, repeatedly. Her young loins wildly convulsed tightly around his cheeks, crushing until he thought his jawbone might crack. He felt the wetly slimy vaginal walls soaking his cheeks as they clutched at his working tongue. Her tight hole actually clamped solidly around his in-thrusting oral digit, pulling the probe ever deeper into her wetly steaming depths. Her cuntal mouth opened and closed again and again, but each time it opened it wasn't as wide, and each time it closed it closed a bit more tight. His mouth was tugged deeper and deeper into the foaming depths of her hungry vagina. The heatedly steaming tunnel of her sopping cunt seemed desperate in its attempt to tug on his wildly flicking tongue. Each time the lingual organ attempted to retreat, the walls of her seething pussy tried clutching it, doing their best to keep the tongue from sliding out, even though it always returned. Her heels were pounding more solidly than ever on his back, forcing his face ever deeper into the wonderful trap of her seething cunt. The cunt-lapping older man had to hold his breath at one point, or suffocate. The flesh between his nostrils was pressed firmly against the small, pulsing extension of her vibrating clitoris, while his mouth was thoroughly drenched in her heavy outpouring of flooding oils as her heated cunt continued spurting the fluid from within. The taste of her made his solid cock throb and stretch all the more anxiously, and he knew he was totally beyond control at this point. The slightest movement on his part would have him spurting semen all over the sofa and floor. God! If only he had the inner strength to restrain himself until he slammed the hardened length of his aching cock into the tight domain of her bubbling cunt. But
Eric Farmer knew better than to try. This wasn't the first time he'd felt a premature ejaculation creeping up on him. Had she been a bit older and more experienced, he might have tried fucking her. But his tongue told him how tight she was, and he knew he'd never be able to fit his cock into her before coming. And the last thing he wanted was to look ridiculous in front of this girlish woman, who, someday in the future, he hoped he really would fuck. And the one way to assure her not refusing to come to his place again was to make certain she had an orgasm. This he would do with his mouth. He wanted her lush, tender, youthful body writhing in the wild throes of a climax. He knew this would probably be her first orgasm, and the idea that he was the cause of it thrilled him, shooting more pleasure into him. Maybe his tongue would build a second orgasm in her body, as well. A girl with such a low erotic boiling point was certainly capable of a multitude of crises. Farmer had encountered many such females in his life. Even if this was her first experience, Farmer was certain Jo was capable of many peaks.
Sweat broke out heavily all over Farmer's thin, pale, aching body as he pressed his lips all the more tightly against her frothing pussy, lancing his tongue into the heatedly sodden center of her tight well, intent on attempting to make the young woman his slave by causing her to be subservient to the many passionate sensations he was preparing to bring out of her body. like a starved gourmand his tongue probed into her fire-lined tunnel as the muscular cords in her neck and thighs stood out from her straining. Her hands tugged even harder, pulling on his silver hair, and loose strands began coming loose in her fingers.
"Yesssss..." she hissed. "Yesssss ... yesssss ... yesssss ... huhhhhnnnggghhh ... Godddddd ... gggghhhhgggghhhh ... aaaaaggggghhhhh ... ohhhhhhh ... YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH--. , . . HHHHH AA A A ARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHH ... EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH...."
The sound of a whirlwind spun through Jo's brain, filling her ears, and then the entire universe seemed abruptly swept up in the churning, spinning vortex of a surrounding maelstrom. The young woman choked and gagged with lust, feeling the power of overwhelming waves batter their way through her tender body again and again. She felt herself buffeted in one direction, only to be wildly slammed in another direction by yet another mounting wave. The series of climactic thrills took total control of her, making her wildly thrash about, kicking, pounding her heels against the man's back repeatedly as she gasped, trying her best to suck air into her lungs. She inwardly reached out, doing her best to cling to each of the orgasms in turn as they fervidly smashed through her tender body again and again, causing her naked self to thrash insanely.
And then she felt the man's face force itself to pull out of the sucking vacuum between her thighs, but the climaxes continued buffeting her, one right after the other. She stared at him as he rose to his feet, his throbbing penis standing jerkily out in front of him. He was bring it closer to her, and Jo reached out, wrapping her fingers around it, holding it away from her body. She felt the heatedly pulsating twitches inside the fiery rod as it enlarged in her grip. The red point swelled until she was certain it would explode. But the only explosion was the stream of white, odorous fluid bursting from the sightless eye. It splattered against her body, lining it with strings of itself. The smell was like a heavy bleach, clean, sanitary, not the least bit unwholesome, and even in her orgasmic state, Jo found the aroma more than exciting. Her hands both squeezed the weakening phallus, crushing it much like one would squeeze a cake writer. The "frosting" continued squeezing out, then seeping out, then dribbling out. The penis shrank more and more until it eventually looked like the shrunken members sported by the carved statues she had seen.
Joe lay there, totally out of breath, allowing the thrills she was feeling to complete the passage through her body. She barely felt it when Eric Farmer took a towel, rinsed it with champagne, and wiped his sperm from her body. All she felt was an over-sensitive tickling.
Oh God! So this was what it was all about. This was what was meant by orgasm. It was fantastic! And if it was evil, Jo was slowly beginning to understand why people committed such evils. Her inner body was tired, but deep down it was clamoring for more, and Jo felt ashamed of herself. To think, she had ultimately surrendered to the cravings of her physical self.
By rights, if she had any brains, she should quit Long Neck Chevrolet. But that would let Farmer and the others know their victory was complete. They had driven her away. Well, hell, she still had her virginity, and she was one girl who didn't frighten easily. The time to leave was not when they wanted her to go, but when they desperately needed her. And she was intent on making Long Neck Chevrolet need her very much. One thing Jo Palmer wasn't a quitter.
CHAPTER TWO
For the next two weeks no one at the agency bothered her, and during that time, Jo racked up a fantastic sales backlog. She was selling more cars than the other six men put together. All the while she thought of the night at Eric Farmer's apartment, and she had finally managed to convince herself how disgusting it all was, despite the desperate urgings of her body to become involved in something like it again. This time she was firm in her resolve to have nothing to do with men ... at least with the men at the agency where she worked.
Steve Marquette spoke to her as if nothing had happened that night, and Jo hated him for his hypocrisy. In spite of the fact that he was losing his hair, he was an attractive man, and Jo knew she might have come to like him.
Eric Farmer wandered around on the agency floor from time to time. Jo soon learned about the continuing affairs he was carrying on with the other three women who worked as bookkeepers and secretaries at the agency. At least Farmer had the decency to treat her like the rest of the sales force, not making any kind of show, which had all the others there wondering whether or not the old man was carrying on with Jo as with the other women. Only Steve Marquette knew for sure, and he was smart enough to say nothing. Because of her sales ability, Jo was slowly but surely starting to bring the agency into the black, and one of the secretaries there confided the fact to her. She was becoming a power there, but her position was not solid enough.
The turning point came on the day following the loss of her virginity. And said loss happened, appropriately enough, in the back seat of a demonstration car.
It was a Monday evening, and Jo had already made two sales that day. The other salesmen looked at her with envy, certain she had used her body to make some of the sales, talking purely out of jealousy. Steve Marquette was the only one who knew for certain that the young woman had never used her body. To date, he had avoided asking her for any more dates, seeing the venom in her eyes when she looked at him. But she had become indispensable to the agency, not only making a lot of sales, but making a good many of them at list price. So he began treating her with great care, even increasing her commission percentage a little, knowing it would keep her from jumping to some other agency. Successful sales people had their names spread around by the parent company, in this case Chevrolet, and Marquette knew other agencies in nearby towns would shortly be wooing the young woman.
That evening, at fifteen minutes before closing time, a tall, burly man with a mustache came walking in. He smelled of beer, and his black hair was more than a little mussed. A blue and black short-sleeved checkered shirt covered his upper torso, and he wore dungarees and moccasins, lower down. His nose was red and round, and when he spoke it was obvious he'd had almost no schooling.
He was Jo's "up," and she walked over to him, her own body encased in a white blouse and tan maxi-skirt, saying, "May I help you, sir?"
"Yeah," he snorted, rubbing his nose on his arm. "I own a cab company, and I'm lookin' to replace my fleet of cabs."
"How many cabs?" Jo asked, her heart pounding.
"Two dozen," he told her. " 'Course I expect to get some kinda fleet discount rate."
"Of course," Jo nodded.
"Those new midsize cars are too small, I think," he went on. "So I figger I'm better off gettin' Impalas."
"That makes sense," Jo nodded, again.
"Yeah, but I been pricin' cars all day, and most of the agencies are givin' me a fuckin' runaround, bullshittin' me about a lotta things. This is the last place I'm goin' today, so I'm tellin' you right now, you talk straight to me, and you got yerself a sale."
"Fine," Jo smiled. "As you can see, we have an Impala here on the floor..."
"I been sittin' in the front seats of cars all day. To start with, I want a demo drive. Got a demo handy?"
"Certainly," the girl nodded.
Walking over to the keyboard behind the bookkeeper's desk, she selected a key, then led the man outside.
"I think you'll like this car, Mister uhhhh..."
"Barker, Andy Barker, but you can call me Andy."
"All right, Mister Barker," she said, leading him to a car parked in front of the showroom side window.
Jo got in on the passenger's side as Barker slid behind the wheel. He started the car, started moving it into the street, turned the corner, and drove up the hill. He stopped and started, turned corners, then took it out on a wide stretch of boulevard. He drove for more than ten minutes all told, finally stopping the car behind a large building near a gas station on an otherwise deserted stretch of road.
"Well," Jo asked, "does the car live up to your expectations?"
"Yeah, so far it's okay. Has a good trannie. seems to give decent mileage with a six. This is a six, isn't it?"
"That's right." Jo nodded. "It's EPA-rated..."
"Hey," he snapped, "I told you, no bullshit. EPA ratings are pure bullshit, and you know it. Now, let's check out the backseat. It has to hold at least three passengers."
"As you can see," Jo pointed out, "the backseat is very wide."
"Yeah, well I'd rather find out by sittin' there rather than just talkin' about it or lookin' at it. Let's the both of us sit back there together, and lemme see for myself just how wide it is."
Shrugging, Jo left the front passenger seat and sat in back, as Andy Barker slid in on the other side.
"Hey, yeah, lotsa leg room," Barker agreed.
Jo suddenly felt very nervous. There was something about Andy Barker she didn't like. She was unable to put her finger on just what it was about him that bothered her, but she didn't like him. The stink of stale beer filled the car, and it made her wrinkle her nose.
"Seems like a good place for makin' out, too," Barker told her, laughing.
"I suppose," she shrugged. "It's just that the back seat of a car has never appealed to me for anything like that."
"Hey, shit! You gotta try it, girlie," he told her, his fingers reaching out and resting on the full swell of her ripe breast as it rested beneath her blouse.
The heavyset man shivered as he felt the delightfully incredible warmth of her. The full firmness of her rounded breast seemed to come right through the blouse and bra. He tugged his hand away quickly, as if he had touched her there by accident. At the same time his eyes wandered down the length of her body, looking at the gently curving lines of her sitting lower half. In his mind he was already picturing her totally naked, and he liked what he imagined he saw.
She was one of those prim, snooty bitches who reserved her cunt for "the right man." He had her spotted immediately. Probably a virgin, a real innocent when it came to knowing what was really good. Well, hell, she would be making a fantastic commission in the fleet of cars he wanted to buy. Why not rip off some ass while he was at it? For all her outward prudishness, she was the kind of cunt with enough brains to keep her mouth shut because she wanted the sale. Another one of those broads trying to prove she was better than most men, and the only way for her to do it would be to complete this sale. And the only way for this sale to be completed would be to seal the deal with a fuck.
Andy Barker felt the urgency in his loins swelling, growing, enlarging as his erection grew. The thrill of her ripe body voluptuously sitting next to him was driving him wild with excitement. He was perspiring, sweltering in the radiant heat of the young woman's sensually glowing aura as it swelled.
As Jo sat back, she felt Barker's arm slip behind her. He looked at her and smiled, saying, "Okay?"
"Uhhhhh ... yes, sure," she replied. The man was acting like a silly, immature boy, and Jo refused to be concerned with what appeared to be a harmless, innocent act, especially when she thought about all the money she would make if this sale went through. Not only that, but her influence in the agency would be stronger than ever. Heck, as long as things didn't really get out of hand she had no intention of behaving like some childish little schoolgirl. Barker's hand came to rest on top of hers, then slowly began sliding up her bare forearm, moving higher and higher until his fingertips just barely brushed the full curve of her concealed breast.
Jo suddenly felt her breathing start to quicken. She was nervous, very nervous, and looked straight ahead, staring out into the darkness, seeing the huge garage to the right, and all the barren, empty wasteland to her left. She was slowly becoming terrified, realizing there were no police patrols out here. Who needed them?
Barker's fingers were once again sliding over her nipples. At first she thought she might be only imagining it, but with the passing seconds his fingers moved more, sending wild tingles through her breast as his hand cupped its fullness.
Barker was fast losing the ability to contain himself, though at this point he no longer even had a desire to do so. He had been enough of a gentleman while driving the car out here, perhaps because he subconsciously knew he'd be fucking this sweet cunt before getting her back to the showroom. Besides, all the beer under his belt had made him loosen up even more than he normally did. All that seemed to matter to him was that fantastically beautiful, smooth young body covered up by all that useless clothing.
Andy Barker was many things, but the one thing he wasn't was subtle. When he wanted something, he didn't play games. He went right after it. He wanted to fuck this broad, and that's all there was to it. He moved his hand boldly over her softly firm mammary, an overpowering agony of pain welling between his anguished thighs.
"Mister Barker, please" she gasped. "What do you think you're doing? We came out here merely to demonstrate the abilities of the car, not me. Please take your hand away." And her own hand slowly, gently removed his from her tingling bosom.
The taxi fleet owner laughed to himself, thinking of Jo's behavior as a kind of performance she put on with all men. He liked the "hard-to-get" routine. It made enjoying her that much greater when the time came. But hell, she could struggle from now till tomorrow, but she had to eventually put out, because he knew she wanted his order, and he had made up his mind to give her the order ... if he fucked her luscious cunt.
His arms curled around her very tightly, gripping her with far greater strength she had ever had holding her, before. He tugged her firmly against his body, forcing her face to his as he grinned, letting the smell of his beery breath all over her. His hot, brutal mouth came clamping down solidly against her softly moist lips, and he slowly eased his weight against hers, pushing her down on the seat.
Jo struggled, but his clamping arms were too tight. She tried turning her face away but his lips were pressed too firmly against hers, and now she tasted the beer on his breath, as well. It was a horrible taste.
Barker was unable to contain a nervous chuckle that came out of nowhere as he reached over her vainly struggling shoulders and unbuttoned her blouse from behind. There wasn't a thought in his brain at that moment other than the desire to totally uncover the sweet girl's delectable young body. like all brutish men, he didn't think logically, that it was himself he was trying to please, but rather that he would be giving this young woman the time of her life, thrilling her beyond her wildest dreams. Oh yeah! He'd give her a fun time, all right, even if it meant giving a little pain, as well. But he knew broads, and this one would be no different from the others, at the right time. Before long, she'd be begging him to fuck the ass off her, pleading to feel the full length of his cock buried inside her. He'd teach this lot little bitch just how it felt to be fucked by a real man. She was going to get it from the best.
"No!" Jo screamed, watching the man laugh at her. "Mr. Barker, stop it, stop it, don't do this ... please..."
She was crying as loud as possible, but all the windows in the car were tightly closed, and the Impala was noted for being soundproof. For all her screaming, she couldn't be heard outside the car.
Her fingers stabbed futilely at his face. Jo's hands pulled his hair as she struggled hopelessly, slowly but surely coming to understand her situation at this point was as hopeless as it had been in Eric Farmer's apartment. Words would not deter Andy Barker. It was plain he intended assaulting and raping her, and this made her more determined than ever to try and stop him.
Barker had managed to yank her blouse down around her shoulders after unbuttoning it, and now he was tugging it out of the tight waistband of her skirt. He ruthlessly swept her flailing hands away and twisted her wriggling body to the side, unhooking her brassiere, then tugging the straps down, first over her right shoulder and arm, then over her left. He pulled the flimsy brassiere free, dropping it on the floor of the car, exposing the full, round shapes of her swollen, milk-white breasts. The two mammaries bounced and quivered with the fantastic contortions of her sinuous body. He held her arms tightly pinned to her sides, then slowly lowered his wetly pursed lips to the rounded pink bud of her shimmering nipple. His tongue leaped out and brushed the warm, satiny skin of her areola, and Barker enjoyed the texture of her peach-soft suppleness, comparing it to the delicate flesh of a baby's bottom. The horrified young woman screamed again, her head arching back, slamming against the door's armrest. Pain surged through her body as Barker's teeth sank into the billowed succulence of her mounded breast. His hand shot under her skirt, but she clamped her thighs tightly shut.
"Gonna play hard to get, huh," he laughed, and tore the buttons from the side of her skirt, yanking down the zipper, then pulling it off, brushing aside her flailing feet.
Jo shuddered, gasping and choking. She had to fight him off and free herself, somehow.
Once again, Andy Barker's hand slid between her thighs, forcing them to part with sheer, brute strength. His fingers fanned themselves apart, but his middle finger, like an arrow, shot straight for her vaginal furrow, feeling how it was still protected by the wispy sheerness of her tiny, pink bikini panties.
The heat of burning animal desire charged through his stiff, quivering cock like a speeding jet plane as, with a frantic, hurried movement, he tore off her pantyhose. Jo's long, smoothly tapered legs kicked furiously at him, but her strength was waning. The furious struggle she had been going through had sapped her energy.
Andy Barker actually heard the heavy pulsing of pumping blood as it pounded in his temples. He focused on the sheer, flimsy panties, the elastic leg bands of which were creasing the firm white flesh of her rounded hips. God! The woman had a tantalizing body, all right. Christ! She was really put together.
Jo kicked and struggled furiously, but she was fast running out of energy!
Barker stared at the way the young woman's panties stretched tightly over the slightly raised mound of her pelvis, and underneath the gauzy material he saw the dark, soft triangle of her wavy pelvic hair at the junction of her firm, milk-white thighs.
Jo felt his mouth clamp tightly to hers, as the aroused fleet owner forced another hungering kiss on her. At the same time she fought his hands as they attempted to roll her panties down over her hips. She struggled valiantly, and Barker soon realized it was impossible to kiss her and remove the undergarment at the same time. She was desperately struggling, using hidden reserves of strength to protect her innocence, thus increasing the maddened passion he felt for her sensually lithe body.
The gnawing agony in the man's loins had become an overwhelming stab of pain. He was no longer able to withstand the fiery torment within himself. With a fast, powerful jerk of his wrist he simply tore off the terrified young woman's flimsy pink panties, feverishly ripping them from her slender hips, revealing her entire softly white form. His mouth salivated at the sight of her total nakedness as she lay there helplessly before him.
His heart pounded like an air hammer. She was really something, and soon her tight cunt would be wrapped around his pulsating cock!
Jo panted as his hands released her, and for a brief instant she thought the man had regained his sanity. But then she saw him undoing his own pants, yanking down the zipper, and fear flooded her veins anew. Because his grip on her was no longer there, Jo was able to lash out with both feet, jerking away from him in the narrow confines of the car's rear interior. Had they not been so closed in, Jo might have conceivably gotten away from him. But there was nowhere for her to go, and Barker, his pants down around his ankles, moved like a striking snake, catching her around the waist and flinging her back, face-down on the rear seat. He sat on her rubbery buttocks as he pulled his shoes, pants, and underpants off, all but crushing her with his weight. Then he slid back, sitting on the edge of the seat, his hands still firmly clutching the rounded ass-cheeks on which he'd been sitting. He stared at the firmly rounded gluteal mounds, their smooth halves rubbing together like two volleyballs covered with her transparent, goosepimply skin as she writhed and fought like a savage. The dark-haired saleswoman twisted herself around in an instant, lying flat on her back. Now Andy Barker looked his fill at her nakedly wiggling body, examining her from forehead to ankles. Yes, she was something, all right. She was special. He didn't know or care if she was really a virgin, but she did have that innocent, girlish quality about her, though underneath all that innocence she was without doubt a hotly sensual female. Yeah, she had that special something about her combining womanliness with a youthful, coquettish appeal of a little girl.
The powerful taxi fleet owner used his feet to shove all the garments on the floor into a corner, then he turned his attention back to Jo. Once more, the young woman was desperately struggling, as if for her very life, as she saw Andy Barker's hotly throbbing cock with its brown stem and pinkish-red helmet, wet and glistening from the secretions it was leaking. Eric Farmer's penis had been one thing. At the time she'd first seen it, it had looked immense to her. But Andy Barker's seemed half-again as thick, and a good two inches longer. Good God! Something like that would tear out a woman's insides. It was pressing hotly against her thigh, rubbing its leaking oils against her soft, white skin, making her cringe.
Barker was panting and gasping, not from the energy he had expended, but from the want he felt for this woman. Shit! It had been years since he'd had something this good. His throbbing cock was a pulsating, burning branding iron, filled with a burning, raging heat that caused insane agony. His throbbing phallus demanded he ease the pain, so the man brutally forced Jo's youthful thighs wide apart, though she fought him with what little strength she had left. There was no resisting the animal forces making Andy Barker strain her thighs apart. His eyes were burning with fevered lust, and Jo knew she would not be able to stop him. She strained to push her body away from him, but all she did was press her back deeper into the cushioned rear seat. She was grateful the seat wasn't vinyl. Her hands covered the hair-encircled slice of her vagina in a vain attempt to shield herself from this man's insane attempt at ravishment. But he was already between her wide-open knees, pushing his cock forward, and the touch of his penile point against the guarding fingers heightened his craving for her even more. The blood-bloated point trembled with excitement, feeling the backs of her quivering fingers, and Andy Barker knew this woman was going to be fucked, now.
"Hey, baby," he gasped. "I gotta fuck you. There ain't no two ways about it. Don't fight me, honey. Please, give me that sweet puss, and I'll give you the order for the whole twenty cars. You name the price."
Despite her struggles, Jo was unable to keep her hands covering her hot mound. Barker tugged them away, pushing his rock-solid shaft, driving it fiercely between her helpless thighs, feeling her quiver and tremble with terror. The young woman's warm, clasping cunt lips shut themselves automatically, doing their best to refuse entrance to the swollen shaft. But Andy Barker was practiced at shoving his hard cock into cunts without the use of his hands. He had one foot on the floor for leverage, forcing Jo's foot to touch the car floor, as well. The helmeted spear rammed forward, pushing between her lips, forcing them to open and then close again, but this time they were closing around the rubbery point of his hotly anxious cock.
Jo felt her soft, virginal labia being parted, and then the nose of his penile head was pressing between them, working against the tiny hole at the bottom of her sucking lips. He was pushing, and her walls were stretching as the phallic head moved forward.
"For God's sake, n-o-o-o-o-o...." she shouted. "PLEASE ... please ... don't ... DONT ... it huuuurrrrttttssss ... AAAAGGGGHHHHH..."
Her eyes were filled with flooding tears as she begged to be spared this degradation. But Andy Barker wasn't in the mood to hear pleas. His cock was throbbing with anticipation, aching to be buried, and with an impatient thrust he shoved the lust-stiffened poker forward, cramming it into her tight, defenseless opening as the writhing young woman screamed hysterically. Pain and terror flooded her body as he brutally and unfeelingly continued nailing his fleshy spike into her warmly soaking feminine center. He forced hard, widening her tightly narrow walls, pushing ever deeper, slicing right through her tender hymen as if it weren't there, shredding it into a million pieces.
Jo felt a wave of agonizing pain completely engulf her, and she found herself on the verge of passing out. But the merciful relief of fainting would not come to her, and she found herself enduring the tearing pain as she gasped for air.
Barker felt a welcome surge of thrilling relief sweep from his anxious loins as the woman's tight walls sucked and pulled, tightening in an unwilling knot around the solidly stiff pole of his in-thrusting phallic obtruder.
The young woman's hot cunt was tight, painfully tight, but he forced himself all the way into her, then began thrusting back and forth with the strength and power of a wicked savage. And with each forward thrust, he sank the crimson-headed pole a bit deeper into her sucking pussy, feeling her tunnel wetly cringe. Barker had Jo securely pinned beneath him, pressing on her two shoulders, using the foot on the floor to give him the extra drive needed to power his throbbing cock even deeper into the wetly frothing center of her tightly clutching pussy.
Jo jerked and twitched her body, her own foot also on the floor, with her other foot up on the back sill of the car. The pain continued to pull and stretch at her internal self, and her arms beat desperately against the man's hairy chest, wildly flailing, hoping the pounding she was giving him had some effect as she sobbed and tugged her tortured body in an insane effort to yank his hard cock from inside her. She was gasping for breath, in total pain, thoroughly exhausted. Her painfully stretched vagina was as wide open as possible, and at this moment she realized there simply was nothing left for her to do. He had ruptured her hymen. She was no longer a virgin.
Barker slammed the entire length of his throbbing cock all the way into her sucking tunnel, widening it a bit more. He threw all his weight behind each forward stroke, feeling the thickness of it open her up even more.
To Jo, it was a hot torch searing her belly as it rammed in and out, in and out. The thrusting cudgel probed into hidden, uncharted depths of her vaginal regions, boring like an auger, sinking into the wonderful morass that was her seemingly bottomless cunt. And all the while, Jo uttered strange, guttural sounds, unable to control herself, wondering if she was going to die here, in the back seat of a car.
Barker's mouth pressed against her face, wetly kissing the hot, streaming tears as they poured down her cheeks. His heavy loins continued thrusting forward, slamming his penile length brutally into her without a letup. Jo wildly spun her head, first left, then right, then left again, tossing her thick banner of luxuriant hair about her face and his, as well. Though she was almost totally tapped out, she continued to fight with every last little bit of waning energy.
Andy Barker laughingly ignored the feeble blows she rained on him. His hands slid down her sides, reaching for, finally finding the soft, warmly rounded shapes of her twitching buttocks. He cupped them in his two hands, gripping them firmly, then he began raising her twitching ass-cheeks, feeling them violently struggle against his grinding pelvis. He thrust harder, with renewed strength, plunging his piston into her feminine valve with fresh vigor. He, himself, was grunting aloud, and the groans coming from him nearly drowned out Jo's tearful sobs. Perspiration coated the man's greasy forehead as he rammed his body forward repeatedly, burying the entire length of his swollen cock deeper and deeper into the naked young woman's sore and ravaged vagina. It appeared to Barker that he no longer had sensation in any part of his body other than his penis. He was waiting, waiting, waiting, feeling all of his entire inner being concentrated into the single, pulsing, devouring, devastating thrill that appeared to grow with every strong thrust of his powerful loins. Her wet, vaginal passage was now lubricated with her own juices as well as the oils seeping from his hard cock, and her walls clamped warmly and tightly around the ever-present phallic instrument. Her inner softness was the perfect counter to the solidity of his own hard, thrusting cock.
Jo was helplessly gaffed, and her body was insanely writhing like a helplessly impaled butterfly on the end of a stickpin though the feelings of pain were slowly but certainly starting to fade. He took his hands off her ass-cheeks and sat back a little, putting one hand on top of the back part of the rear seat, while his other hand started caressing her pink nipples, making them swell and enlarge into coral pellets. Jo felt a telltale thrill a long distance off. It was starting to grow stronger with each powering thrust into her humidly soft tunnel. She tried crying out a little louder, hoping the sound of her voice in her own ears would distract her from the enjoyment she was starting to feel. He was speeding up his heavy thrusting, enhancing the sensations for her, and Joe knew the end was not too far off. The question was, would he be able to hold out long enough for her to reach her own satisfaction. She felt the pulsing rod inside her start to swell, and she remembered how Eric Farmer's hard cock had swelled even more just before unleashing its contents. Andy Barker was going to come very shortly. She knew it, she just knew it. Very shortly now, this near stranger would empty his sperm-filled balls into the hot tightness of her womanly canal. Remembering how long it took for Farmer to empty himself of his own semen, she knew this younger, more virile man would take a longer time to pour an even heavier quantity of his juices into her body. Her face was contorted with a combination of lusting sensations and agonizing humiliation and degradation that she was permitting herself to enjoy what this man was doing to her.
The more he worked his hard cock in and out of her body, the faster the pain receded, and the greater the thrilling wonders became, sparkling through her tender, youthful womanly body. Intermingled with the flashes of decreasing pain were the mounting thrills, and little by little Jo's buttocks began working in tandem to the way Andy Barker's cock was fucking into her wetly heated tightness. Slowly, very slowly, her incensed vagina adjusted itself to the thickness of his rampant phallus, and the thrills coursing through Jo's body began building into ecstatic fires. She forced her thighs wider apart, all the more readily to accept his plunging member, and she gasped with each forward stroke, "Unh, unh, UNH, UNH!"
You really got her going, Andy-boy, he thought to himself. She loves your prick, even if she won't admit it. Sock it to her.
"Yes, oh, yesss" Jo began whimpering, no longer able to retain control of herself.
Fighting it was foolish at this point. He was fucking her and there was no way she was going to get him off her until he finally unloaded himself into her. The feeling was so good, she was no longer able to fight it. She wanted it, she had to have it, and she only hoped to God he'd be able to keep himself thick and hard long enough for her to come.
The hot, hard, heavy length of meaty cock slammed into her tightly crushing, weeping depths again and again. Her thighs now clasped his sides, trying to hold him inside her as she humped her hot center up again and again, aching to pull his pulsating thickness into the hungry depths of her sucking vaginal maw. Her crotch battered his pelvis again and again as her seething cunt continued greedily devouring his seethingly hot length of heavy meat.
"Unnnhhh ... more ... more ... more ... hhhhhaaaaannnnnhhhhh..." Jo pleaded, and for the first time became aware of Andy Barker's stertorous breathing as he, too, wildly gasped for air. His mouth crushed hers as his fingers pulled on her distended nipple. Jo's fingers now clawed at Barker's back, urging him to fuck harder and faster, and the man instantly complied.
"I knew you'd be great," Barker gasped between kisses. "Oh God! I know broads. And the moment I saw you, I knew damn well you'd out fuck 'em all."
"Ram it in, ram it in," the young woman insisted, her mind whirling and spinning because of the heavy pounding she was receiving, disrupting electrical circuits in her body trying to make contact with her brain.
They became an interlocked mass of hard-fucking flesh as cock and cunt were now locked in a wanton, lusting battle, clawing their frenetic, frantic way to lascivious satisfaction.
Barker locked his mouth to Jo's, and the young woman nearly sucked his tongue out by the roots. She chewed on his lingual organ, and when he pulled it out of her mouth, she gasped, "Deeperrrrr ... FUCK ME DEEPER, DAMN YOU-U-U!"
"You got it, babe," Barker gasped, tugging his throbbing cock back only to cram it all the way into her again.
Jo heaved and bucked, slamming her pelvis against his, meeting the full length of the cock in her cunt stroke for stroke. Vibrating sensations of lusting delight shimmered through the millions of tiny nerve-endings coursing through her body.
Andy Barker's tongue darted between her lips again and again, but now the taste of beer in his mouth didn't bother Jo. Rather it was arousing and thrilling, and as his tongue raked over her teeth, she bit it, trying to suck the flavor from it. Her own tongue counterattacked, lancing into the burly man's own mouth, and she found herself counting his teeth by touching them with the tip of her oral organ.
Jo was alive with lust as the man's hard cock continued thrusting more and more strongly into the tightness of her squeezing, clenching pussy, matching the way his tongue surged into her mouth. She became aware of the way the fleet owner was making his tongue ape his cock, and she realized her mouth was being fucked along with her cunt. He was timing the rhythms of both in a salacious, flaming cadence that was driving her insane.
The young woman bucked beneath the man's moving pelvis, riding along the stiff length of his hammering cock. Now she was hunched forward, as if driving herself up to get every last inch of the massive organ buried in the sucking depths of her greedy cunt. One leg pressed into the floor of the car to give her better leverage each time she thrust her ass up, and the other foot was pressed solidly against the top of the rear seat to strengthen the purchase she had on his cock even more. His hands were tightly around her now, crushing her full breasts into his hairy chest, and the curls of dark hair caused her nipples to burn with more and more anxiety. She was getting closer and closer to the top; that exciting peak where she would shriek and shudder, for even now she knew the orgasms that would shortly wash over her body would be more powerful than the staggering sensations Eric Farmer had induced.
The man's thrusting cock had become a wicked battering ram, shaking her with each masterful blow. Her ass-cheeks rolled with lustful delight, rubbing against the soft velvet of the car seat. She had chosen well in picking a demonstration car. These velvet seats were made for fucking. Each time the head of his phallus slammed home in the heatedly wet depths of her sucking cunt, his balls slammed against her perineum, and she felt shaken from top to bottom.
"Aaaannnnhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh ... Godddddd..." she gasped as the rhythmic assault continued. "You're ... UHHHHH ... SO THICK! Hhhuuunnnhhhhhh! I'm ... uhhhhh ... not used ... ohhhhh ... to..."
"Yeah, baby," Barker grunted, thrusting all the more strongly into her. "I know, I know. I felt your cherry pop just a few moments ago. God, you ... ohhhhhh ... have the greatest little cunt ... ahhhhh ... I've ... ooooooh ... ever ... ohhhhhh ... fucked..."
The tug, hug, and suction of her fiery tunnel was building massive pressure in his straining balls. The blaze was walloping its way through Andy Barker as it had never done before. Anyone who said all cunts were the same had never fucked this one. Though the young woman was a virgin, her vaginal muscles were reacting as if they'd been wrapped around a cock for years, tightening, squeezing, pulling, sucking, sucking, massaging, enhancing sensations he hadn't felt since he'd been a kid getting his rocks off for the first time. Barker thought his brain would melt if this kept up much longer. Hell, he pictured the gray mass of his brain turning to liquid and seeping down through his body into his balls to mix with his sperm, all of which would eventually be blasted into the tight cavern now caressing his stroking cock.
Jo thrilled to the way his hips were moving faster and faster, his pelvis chopping into hers with the power and fury of an ax. Each time he pounded forward, her head slammed against the arm-support on the rear door.
"I ... uhhhhh ... knew ... huuuunnnnhhhh ... you'd like it...." he gasped. "I ... ohhhhh ... could tell ... hhhaaannnhhh ... the moment I saw ... ooooooh ... youuuuuu ... you were meant ... ohhhhhhh ... for fuckinnnngggg...."
"Yessssss ... yesssssss ... yesssssss..." Jo hissed. "Fuck ... fuck ... FUCK ... you have the greatest cock in the world..."
The four-letter words were spewing from her lips as easily as if she'd used them all her life. She, the pure innocent who used to blush at the word "damn" was now using a glossary of vile language as easily as any sailor. Sex was new and wonderful to her. She didn't have to love the man fucking her to enjoy the length and breadth of his moving cock. All she had to do was accept the fact that her body had discovered sex and needed a regular supply of it. At the moment, bucking under Andy Barker, it seemed an easy premise to take.
Barker felt his throbbing, aching pulsing penis swell and grow both, longer and thicker. It enlarged to where he thought it might drive right through her tender body, nailing her to the Chevy's rear seat. His entire body was covered with a sheet of slick perspiration, and he panted, wildly gasping and choking for breath, his lungs on fire.
Jo was at the top. There was no stopping. She had to go all the way, and go she did, hitting her peak with a vengeance.
" E E E E E Y Y YYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... HHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... GGGGGAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH... GGGNNNNNAAAAANNNGGGHHHCCCHHH...."
She writhed and twisted and jerked insanely as her orgasm swept over her with the power of a whirling tornado, sweeping her up into its center and carrying her higher and higher until she was at the very edge of the stratosphere. And then the whirlwind simply died, and she felt the ecstatic thrill of falling, falling, falling...
Barker was unable to contain his balls any longer, feeling the way her seething cunt had opened up in the process of her climax. The seethingly bubbling flood began moving through his small tubes into the full length of his rampant organ until it reached the heatedly stroking glans buried as far into her sucking tunnel as was humanly possible, scraping the tender walls of her soft sheath repeatedly. Jo was still screaming her own enjoyment to the world as he pulled back and slammed into her one final time, shoving her quivering thighs back so far they almost hit her rib cage. Her ravished cunt changed its angle slightly, tilting up a little bit more, giving him even more depth, and his exploding cock felt tugged into her very intestines it sank so far into her.
"HHHHHOWWWWWWAAAAAW HHHOWWWAAWWAAGGHHH!" he bellowed, closing his eyes, feeling the heavy seed rise higher and higher, and then, like lava from Vesuvius, the seething, viscous flow began spurting into her depths, shooting from the jerking head of his massively imbedded cock as his final thrust almost viciously cut into her tender belly. The girl cried out with delight as she felt the heatedly pulsing fluid blasting from his body into the many nooks and crannies inside her own teeming cunt.
As the flash flood burned its way through her body, it occurred to Jo she might become pregnant. But even that didn't keep her from enjoying it. One of her girl friends, who had been putting out for boys in high school, had once told her that if a vagina was douched with warm water within two hours of ejaculation, all the sperm would be killed before an egg might be fertilized.
Barker's long, hard staff continued jerking inside her, spasmodically shooting every last drop of his seed into her tender body. But eventually it ended, and the two of them managed to dress in the back of the car.
"How much?" Barker asked her.
"Five thousand dollars per car," she told him.
"That ain't exactly a group rate," he growled. "Your boss told me I could not only get a piece of you, but get a good price."
Her boss ... Eric Farmer. He was using her body to sell cars. This whole thing had been a setup. Well Barker was going to pay.
"If you want to get another piece of me, it's five thousand per car," she insisted.
"No piece of ass is worth an extra seven hundred bucks a car. That's fourteen grand!" Barker told her.
"I'm not in the mood to play games," Jo told him. "My boss offered you my body without bothering to get my okay. Now, I can file for rape against you, and even if you win in the courts, your reputation will be so damaged no one will want to ride in a Barker Cab. Even if you do manage to stay in business, it'll cost you more than the fourteen thousand you're worried about paying out, now. But if you work with me, pay my price this time, the next time you buy from me, you'll get the full fleet discount, but more important, you'll get more than one woman to satisfy what is obviously an insatiable lust."
"And just how d'you plan to do that?" Barker asked.
"Never mind," Jo told him. "Just believe that I can do it."
"Okay," he nodded. "You got a deal ... this time. But if you don't come through with both, the full discount and more cunt the next time, you'll wind up in an alley with your ass broken."
Jo merely smiled.
They drove back to the agency where Jo filled out all the papers. She noted Tom Kitchbo, the assistant manager, had stayed behind to lock up, and he was staring at her bare legs with an evil smile. Jo ignored his looks. She was tired and sore inside, and she needed a good night's rest.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, Jo was scheduled for the early shift and was in at nine a.m. When she came in, she sat at her desk and closed her eyes for a few moments, putting her legs up on the desk. She was wearing flared slacks of blue cotton with suspenders that pulled over her white blouse.
Andy Barker had worn her out. While the man had enjoyed one climax, she, herself, had achieved a series of them. They had hit one right after the other, and she'd lost count after the third one.
"I think these belong to you," a voice said, breaking into her reverie.
Opening her eyes, Jo looked at the evil face of Tom Kitchbo. He was holding up the shredded pantyhose she had inadvertently left in the back of the demo.
'So?" she asked, her mind swiftly working.
"Now I know how you do it, Jo-baby," he smirked. "No wonder you outsell all us men. You offer something the rest of us can't offer."
"That's none of your business," she told him.
"Maybe not, but I'm gonna make sure all the guys know for a fact that you're a tramp, unless...."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I get half the commission, and a stab at that cunt of yours."
"You know, Tom," she said, sitting up, putting her feet on the ground. "There are some people from whom I do not have to take this nonsense, and you're one of them. You want to tell the other men? Go ahead. Don't let me stop you."
Kitchbo was taken aback by her attitude. She had always seemed like such a prim, proper bitch, always protecting her reputation. Now here she was, telling him he could let the whole world know she used her cunt to get an order. It didn't make sense. He needed time to think.
Jo had no intention of giving the man time to think. She got to her feet, took the torn pantyhose from his loose grip, then went to the ladies' room. There, she burned the pantyhose, using a cigarette lighter in her purse. Since coming to work at Long Neck Chevrolet, she had taken up smoking. But she was already thinking of giving it up. Since her introduction to orgasms she had found the need to smoke almost nonexistent.
Leaving the ladies' room, Jo went directly into Steve Marquette's office. She learned from Marquette's secretary that Steve was upstairs, in the training office, the office where he would be training any new salespeople. It was right next to the huge storage garage where all the new cars were prepped.
Leaving the office, Jo walked to the rear of the agency, opened a door, and walked through. She climbed the two flights of steps and knocked on the office door. Marquette's voice told her to come in.
"Well, well," he said, when she entered. "It's the best salesgirl Chevrolet ever had. What can I do for you this morning?"
"I'm looking for bigger and better things," Jo told him. "I think this is as good a time as any to talk about my future."
"Want more money?" Steve asked, rubbing his bare forearms.
"Naturally," she nodded. "But I want more than money. To begin with, I want to replace Tom Kitchbo as assistant sales manager."
"And just what am I supposed to do with Tom?" Steve asked.
"Who cares?" Jo shrugged. "Does Tom sell as many cars as I do? Does he sell half as many?"
"No," Marquette conceded.
"Isn't the assistant sales manager supposed to sell cars?"
"Yes," Marquette agreed. "In fact, when the sales force is busy, I lend a hand, doing some selling, myself."
"Exactly. And since I'm the hottest salesperson you have here, I'm asking to be made assistant sales manager, with a commensurate salary in addition to my commissions. Kitchbo goes."
"That'll leave us with an empty desk," Marquette pointed out.
"Not for long," Jo assured him. "As assistant sales manager, I'll fill that vacant spot with someone who'll sell rings around everyone except me.
"You've become a very hard bitch in the past couple of weeks," he laughed. "This isn't like you at all."
"Let's say I'm learning from you and Kitchbo. I want him out."
"There's no such thing as something for nothing," Marquette told her. "You want, and I want."
"What are you talking about?" Jo asked, her heart jumping into her mouth.
"You," he told her. "I want you."
"You might have had me on that first date, but you gave me away. Right now, I'm the one bargaining from a position of power. And you know it."
"And you want more power," Marquette said, standing and going to the door. He locked it, and the sound snapped in her ears. "And the only way you're going to get it is to deal with the greater power. In this agency I'm still a greater power than you. like I said, you, I want."
Jo felt more and more frightened. Though her body always enjoyed sex, her mind was constantly rebelling against it. She had no desire for things to start all over again. Even though her cunt was already starting to cream, anticipating either a tongue or a cock, her mind refused to accept the idea. What was it with these men? Wasn't her performance as a salesperson enough to justify what she wanted? This time she was going to refuse.
"You wouldn't want my body, anyway, Steve," she told him. "I had to use it to make certain I got that order last night."
"Why are you telling this to me?" Marquette asked. "Are you trying to hurt me by letting me know someone's gotten to your cunt before me? I suppose if I loved you it might make a difference. But under the circumstances I don't much care. However, just to show you there are many ways things can be done, I'm not going to fuck you."
For a moment, Jo felt relieved. "That's being smart," she told him.
As she stared at him, a strange smile played cruelly at the corners of his handsome mouth. His eyes were darkly glittering.
"Instead," he told her, "I'm going to let you suck my cock."
Jo gasped at the man's obscene remark. How was he able to suggest such a thing? The mere thought sent a chilling shiver up her trembling spine. She was unable to believe what she had heard. No one ... not Andy Barker, not even Eric Farmer had made such a vile suggestion.
"What in God's name are you saying?" she gasped.
"I thought I made myself perfectly clear," Marquette told her, the evil leer wide on his face. "However, I'll explain it even more fully. I want you to take my cock, once it's nice and hard, and put it in your pretty mouth, and I want you to start sucking on it. And I want you to keep on sucking on it until I ejaculate my semen into your mouth, down your throat, into your belly."
The young woman found herself white with terror. She was aghast at the idea. Her mouth flew open in astonished fright.
"How-how dare you make such a terrible suggestion," she said to him. "You have to be the vilest person I have ever encountered. What makes you think I'd ever agree to such a suggestion?"
"Stop playing the outraged woman, Jo. You've decided to make your move into the business world in a big way. Big steps require big sacrifices. I'm certain such a thing is regarded by you as a sacrifice. Other women would laugh at the idea. Go let's cut the crap and get down to it."
"I think I'm going to leave right now," Jo told him, fear making her voice quaver. To cover her fright, she had permitted a rising edge of anger to creep into her voice. "You're trying to humiliate me, Steve, and it won't work.
"It'll work," he assured her, returning to his desk, but standing in front of it rather than going behind it. "And what's more, unlike Farmer, I have no intention of forcing you, physically. I know you have to be made to do it, but I won't lay a hand on you. I won't be the one to give you the satisfaction, because you'd always be able to say I forced you to do it, and I'm not one for using physical force. You can get up and walk out of here right now," he said as she flopped back onto the sofa against the opposite wall, "and I won't stop you. You can leave the agency and go elsewhere, but I'll spread the word around that you're out to push all the present assistant managers out of their jobs, and not one of the agencies will risk hiring you, no matter how good your sales record is. People on top don't like other people trying to shove them out of their jobs."
"You would, wouldn't you," she angrily snarled.
"It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, Jo. We all want as much as we can get while giving up as little as possible. The other sales managers and assistant managers are no different from myself. They'd love to have you on the sales force, but not at the expense of losing their own jobs. And you aren't the kind of person content to remain anywhere for any length of time if there's a higher position waiting. Hell, Jo, I'm not stupid. Once you got Kitchbo out, you'd be after my job, next. The only difference is, I can always get another job somewhere else. I'm not worried. If I were to leave today, Kitchbo would be moved up to manager, and you'd still become assistant manager, but you don't want it that way. You don't like Tom. You want him out. Fine. I'll dump him today, in the next hour. But you have to do what I want, first."
"I see," Jo nodded, knowing her future success depended on her becoming assistant sales manager. "All right, Steve. What do you want?"
"I think I explained it succinctly enough. I want you to suck my cock. After that, I'll use your body as it pleases me until your ready to ace me out of this job ... and you will. But until that time comes, you'll either do as I say, or I'll sack you. What's more, I'll accuse you of trying to steal. And even if I can't prove it, no other agency will be willing to take the chance of hiring you with such a stigma hanging over you."
"You are disgusting," Jo told him, her entire body trembling with shame and humiliation. "You're dangling my future in front of me, and all I have to do to see it assured is ... oh God! It's so disgusting I can't even say it."
"That's life, Jo. We all have hopes and desires, and we do our best to fulfill those hopes and desires to the best of our abilities, even if it means a little sacrifice now and then. Hell, I didn't get where I am without making sacrifices of my own. In their own way the sacrifices, as far as I'm concerned, were just as great as the one you are about to make."
"You're so damned sure of yourself," she said, tears filling her eyes. "You're so goddamned sure of yourself."
"See, you're using curse words. You're growing up."
The young saleswoman closed her tear-laden eyes very tightly, feeling a wicked spasm of utter shame travel through the inner paths of her slender, youthful body. She felt as if Steve Marquette was once again cruelly betraying her. It had been bad enough that first time, when he had turned her over to Eric Farmer. With the passing weeks she had been ready to forgive him that, but now ... now ... he was proving himself a totally corrupt and depraved man whose instincts for self-preservation and self-satisfaction meant the continual sacrifices of her own feelings. She realized she had still liked him, and his behavior was hurting her because she had wanted to go on liking him. But now it was all impossible. He was hardening her, making her an antagonist. She'd take his place, someday, but not the way he thought. She had to arrange it so he was flushed down the drain for taking her for granted, this way. Deep down she had been a romantic, and this man was shredding all romantic illusions, making her feel like the whore Eric Farmer was trying to make of her. Andy Barker had told her the whole story of how Farmer had claimed she was Barker's for the taking if he placed his order with the Long Neck Agency. Well she was going to prove she was one very expensive whore.
"All right," she nodded as Marquette sat on the arm of the sofa where she was sitting. "Just how do we begin?"
"Yes, she was facing reality, even though she was crying inside. Her intestines felt torn apart. The mere idea of doing such a disgusting thing made her shudder with agony.
"Now," Marquette said to her, smiling as if what he had suggested was a commonplace thing. "Let's enjoy this. I mean, we don't want to rush into it. We'll have ourselves a little fun, right? Take off all those clothes, honey. I've never seen your naked body, and I don't want to go through life thinking I've missed something."
His latest comment was absorbed in total silence by the young saleslady who was feeling numb with the realization of just what it was she was about to do. She stared at the sales manager blankly, a trace of sardonic bitterness causing her full, red lips to form a more of disgust. The son of a bitch wanted her to take off her clothes ... here ... in the office ... at this time of the morning. Well, why the devil not? What did it matter now? He had her completely in his power ... for the moment.
Resistance would not only be futile, but foolish. Perhaps this was her punishment for being so ambitious, wanting to make good in a man's world. Some strange god or devil was laughing at her, having a good time as her moral structure, already filled with holes, came tumbling down the rest of the way. There was a scientific law that stated, for every action there was an equal opposite reaction. To balance the joy of her getting a job, she'd had to permit Eric Farmer to cause her anguish by sucking her pussy. Yes, even though her body had enjoyed it immensely at the time, the truth of the matter was, it was an abominable act, and it counterbalanced the pleasure she'd felt at being told she was permanently on the payroll. And to counterbalance the thrill of closing the order for the fleet of Barker's taxicabs, she'd had to suffer the indignity of surrendering her virginity. Now, in order to become assistant manager and get rid of the detestable Tom Kitchbo, she had to ... uuuggghhhhh ... do this thing.
"Whatever you want," she told him, her voice sounding dull. "Just let's get this over with."
"Don't be ridiculous," Marquette told her. "Just getting it over with is no fun. We have to take our time and really enjoy ourselves."
She watched as he began removing his own clothing, the twinkle in his eyes a gleam of delight at the thought of the morning debauchery about to take place. Just seeing how happy he was at the idea of what was going to happen made her shudder.
"Would you like some music?" he asked. "I can always turn on the speaker attached to the tape downstairs."
"You mean you want me sucking in rhythm?" she inquired. "You really have a distorted sense of humor. Imagine, if you will, my applying my mouth to your penis to the strains of Tales From The Vienna Woods, or would you prefer me bobbing my head in time to Rock Around The Clock?"
"I was only trying to introduce a little romance into the atmosphere," he told her sarcastically.
Jo smiled wanly, numb, feeling and thinking about nothing at that moment. Just why he was behaving this way was a mystery to her. All he'd had to do was be nice to her, and in all probability she might well have ended up doing everything he wanted, willingly. He had to be a disturbed person to force his will on her, this way. There was no love in his life, no room for decency or humanity.
"I suppose we can skip the music," he laughed. "Whatever rhythm there'll be between us we'll create ourselves."
He was now totally naked, standing in the middle of the small office, between the sofa and the desk. Jo noticed he had a hard, wiry body, even if there was a little flab around his middle. His hands slid up and down over his shoulders, sensuously rubbing them, as if thinking such a move might arouse her.
"I don't feel sexy," he laughed. "I think it'll be up to you to get me in the mood. So why not take off your clothing, then prance around the office in your birthday suit."
Obediently, like a beaten animal, Jo slowly undid her blouse, slipped it off her shoulders, and placed it neatly on the back of Marquette's chair, behind the desk. Then she stepped out of her slacks and lay them over her blouse. Then she unhooked her brassiere, letting her breasts fall from it like the twin ripe melons they resembled. She had already kicked off her shoes and nylon foot-coverings, then slid her white bikini panties off, letting them lay on the floor where she dropped them. And now she stood nakedly before the licentiously ogling man, stark naked, her creamy flesh nervously shivering and trembling as remorse and abject shame began winding her through and around her body like serpents on a caduceus.
"Okay," Marquette told her, sitting on the sofa. "Now strut your stuff in front of me. Move it around like the whore you're becoming."
"like the whore you're turning me into," she angrily bit at him.
"Whatever," he shrugged. "In any case, you are becoming a whore, so move that pretty ass of yours around the office and make me hot for you."
"I ... I just can't do something like that," Jo gasped, feeling totally humiliated. "I'm sorry, Steve, I guess I'm not as hard as you think. Maybe, before it's still too late, I can back out."
"The hell you will," he told her, getting to his feet. Standing in front of her, he said, "I've never been a violent man, and I had no intention of doing anything physical, but I think you need a slap or two to put you in your place. I'm already angry at the thought of even conceiving of violence. I swear to God, if you make me hit you, I'll bruise you from top to bottom. Now I mean what I say, Jo. One more word of refusal and I'll beat the living hell out of you."
Jo desperately tried holding back the heavy flood of tears building in her eyes. In a moment they'd all be spilling down her cheeks. It was obvious the men for whom she worked were all a little off-balance, mentally. For all she knew Steve was thoroughly insane. God! The sight of him standing so close to her frightened the hell out of her. Although she felt nausea in the pit of her stomach, caused by revulsion and fear, she knew full well that if she didn't do precisely what the man wanted, acquiescing to all his' obscene, disgusting demands, there was no telling how badly he might harm her.
Lifting her head, desperately doing her best to compose herself, she squared her shoulders, feeling her heart pounding in her naked breast-beating like a thudding mallet until she wondered if she might end up with a heart attack.
"All right," she gasped, finally gaining control of herself. She began walking around the office, but not doing much more than that. "Is this what you want me to do?"
"Oh, for God's sake, put a little something into it, Jo. Stop moving as if you're in a funeral procession. Come on, swing those hips. Thatta girl, rotate those ass-cheeks of yours. Keep 'em moving."
Sinking her teeth into her lower lip to stem the rising tide of anger in herself, Jo did her best, swaying, rotating her hips, making her buttocks shake a little as she continued walking back and forth.
"Much better," Steve admitted. "See what you can do when you try. Hell! You might not admit it, but you're enjoying it almost as much as I. It pleases you to know you can turn a man on, even if the man is someone like me. Now, use your hands to press your breasts together, then look at me and run your tongue over your lips."
Continuing to walk, Jo placed her shivering palm against the soft fullness of the sides of her breasts, for the first time really feeling their rounded contours, and then she lightly squeezed them together. At the same time she looked at Marquette, feeling the power within her, knowing her body had a strength to excite the man. When her tongue leaped out and encircled her lips, she did it wanting to make him hot.
"Terrific," Marquette told her. "With a little practice, you might turn into a really first class whore," he said, taunting her, reveling in the power he held over her. He slumped back on the sofa, one hand gripping the arm and the other clutching a sofa cushion as his rapidly hardening penis began enlarging. The young woman's awkward attempts to please him were having a far stronger effect than he would have believed.
Jo stared at his enlarging cock. Though not as monstrous as the one attached to Andy Barker, it was still considerably longer and thicker than Eric Farmer's. Something like that would fit very nicely in the tightness of her creaming cunt.
Marquette was having a field day. It wasn't often he had such total control over a voluptuous female, and he wanted to make the most of it, taking full advantage of her body. She was meant to be fucked, and if he'd had a second cock, he'd have done just that. Right now, the girl had to learn who was boss. A lesson in humility was definitely something she needed, and the best way to humble her was to make her suck his hard dick.
"Okay," he told her, "now stand still, bend over backwards, and give me a clear view of your tight little pussy."
Jo didn't know why, but the thought of him staring at her cunt thrilled her. She hated him now, feeling nothing but loathing for him as a human being because of the way he was shaming her, yet the idea of exposing her vagina to his face sent shivers through her. Obediently, she stopped before him, staring down at the way he lolled on the sofa, his stiff rod extended from between his thighs like the scepter of a king. She spread her thighs wide apart, leaning back until her arms, stretched behind her, rested with her palms flat on the desk. Her naked, hair-fringed slit was actually sticking out, pointed at him.
"Wider," Marquette told her. "Much wider. Use one hand to separate the wet lips of your hot, seething cunt, honey. I can see by the juices dripping from it that even if you aren't crazy about all this, your body is all heated up. Come on, tug those sweet lips apart."
Feeling humiliated even more by the man's tone of voice, Jo swallowed hard, forcing back her anger and loathing, and she even managed to smile a little as she spread her legs wider apart, then brought one hand around, placing her fingers on either side of the fluted lips of her obscenely exposed pussy. Her fingers dug into her labia, tugging them apart, slowly, very slowly separating the hair-lined lips so that Steve Marquette was able to wantonly stare at the soft, trembling slash of her sweet vaginal flesh.
"Just like the rest of you," he murmured, moving his face so close to her wide-open vagina that she felt his breath on it. "Really nice ... yeah, I can see why the old man was so hot to eat your cunt, honey. You have really tasty looking cunt lips. Tell me, Jo, what do you think of my cock?"
"What?" she asked, standing straight.
"I asked what you thought of my cock. You've seen at least two others in your lifetime to which you can compare it. So tell me what you think of mine."
"I never thought about it," Jo lied, blushing furiously.
"Come, come," Marquette cautioned. "There should always be honesty between us."
Jo turned her eyes from his body, and said, "It's ... uhhh ... fabulous. I mean ... it looks ... uhhhh ... terrific..."
"Turn your face toward me and look at my cock, Jo. Take a really good look at it and let me see the hunger in your eyes. Come on."
Taking a deep breath, Jo swallowed, then slowly forced herself to turn her head and allow her eyes to focus on the massive length of throbbing pulsating, bone-hard meat.
"I-it's quite nice," she gasped.
"Oh, it's better than nice, Jo. Remember, this is the penis on which you will shortly be sucking. So it had better be more than merely nice. It's tasty, delicious, savory, appetizing. It's a great many more things than merely nice."
She tried, struggling to get the words out, but was unable to say them. "I ... c-c-can't," she gasped.
"Ah, but you can, dear girl," Marquette assured her. "Simply say, 'You have a wonderful cock and I want to taste it.' "
"You ... you..." but the words stuck in her throat.
"Playing games again, Jo? Come on, the faster you say what I want to hear, the faster we move onto the next phase of the operation, and the faster we get it over with. So just tell me how wonderful my prick is, and how you're dying to eat it all up."
"You ... have a-a-a wonderful cock," she gasped. "Yes, yes, it's a beautiful cock. And I want to ... uuggghhh ... taste it...."
"Good ... good ... that wasn't so hard, was it? You know, Jo, if you weren't such an uptight little bitch, you would be one swinging chick. Yeah, you'd sure be able to make a lot of men happy. What the hell! I guess you need me as a teacher, huh?"
"If you mean as a teacher concerning the ways of the world and the cruelty with which people treat one another, I guess you're right," Jo nodded. "I'm learning lessons I'm-likely to never forget."
"I mean I'm teaching you not to be such a prissy pussy. I'm just what you really need, aren't I."
"I suppose," she shrugged.
"Sure, I'm perfect for you, Jo. Now tell me just how much you want to suck my cock. Put some feeling into it."
"You son of a bitch," she murmured. "You won't let up, will you."
"Come on, Jo. Say it. I want to hear it."
"All right, all right. I want to suck your cock a lot. Is that good enough?"
"No!" he bellowed. "It is not good enough. It is not nearly good enough. I want you to say it like you really mean it, because by the time you've finished, you will have really meant it. Now get down on your knees in front of me and let me hear you beg to suck my cock. Come on, Jo. On your knees and start begging like my cock is the tastiest thing in your whole world."
Oh, my God! Jo screamed inwardly. I can't stand this. I can't take it. How can any man be so cruel. This is a horrible nightmare.
Nevertheless, she slowly sank to her knees, letting them press into the threadbare carpeting. Now she was prostrate before the lewdly slumping man, his heavily pulsing stiffness throbbing up and down, beckoning her closer, standing up and out before her eyes like an obscene vision.
"Please let me suck your cock," she whimpered. "I want to taste it."
"Beg me, you sweet bitch. Beg me like you really mean it."
"For the love of God, let me suck your cock.
Let me put it in my mouth and roll it around, and lick it with my tongue. Please, please, PLEASE, let me suck your cock." Her voice was high-pitched and whining, crooning almost incoherently. The idea thoroughly nauseated her, and the more she pleaded with him to allow her to do this sick thing, the more ill she felt. She was gagging, almost ready to regurgitate as she found herself shouting the obscene words, as if thinking of this as a punishment for her ambitions. Yes, yes, she had to be tortured for trying to shunt others aside while making her way in this man's world. "YES!" she screamed. "LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK! I want to fill my mouth with it ... to taste ALL of it ... to push it into the farthest recesses of my throat ... please ... please ... oh please let me suck that delicious COCK!"
"Now you've really caught the spirit," he told her. "Since you've pleaded your cause so winningly, I have no choice but to pay heed. By all means, open that pretty little mouth of yours and start sucking."
Abruptly he was on his feet no longer lying on the sofa, standing almost menacingly above her like some kind of barbarian lord hovering over a slave, his eyes shining and glazed with burning lascivity. Jo's face was poised directly in front of the angrily pulsating point. She stared at the way it reared in front of her like a hideous snake, bloated with desire, the glans a vibrant red. Slowly he squeezed the shaft under the head, making the dome-like bluntness swell even more. She heard him panting with perverse excitement.
"Now, Jo," he whispered, "prove to me you're every bit the whore I've believed you to be. Start sucking."
The young woman had her eyes scrunched tightly shut at this moment as she knelt in trembling humiliation before him. The mere idea of putting that swollen tool between her lips made her disgusted..
"Look at me," he snarled, grabbing her long dark hair roughly, tugging her head back so her face was pointed up.
Slowly, very slowly, Jo opened her eyes and stared straight up, looking at the gleaming tip of his shuddering prong, seeing the droplet seep from the tiny slit of his gleaming red penile point. The smooth, swollen bulb of his throbbing cock seemed like a steel helmet at that moment, and beneath it was the rigidly erect soldier of his penis. It looked so immense, so huge in front of her eyes. She had to get away from it. Jo tried pulling away, terrified and repulsed by the throbbingly massive giant so close to her face.
"Suck it, you bitch," Marquette snapped, letting her know just what he thought of her. "You take the whole thing into your mouth and coat it with saliva, and you suck it until it spits sperm into your throat."
Jo was crying now, silently weeping like a little girl as tears streamed out, running down her cheeks. She remained kneeling in front of the man, unable to move, yet she was unable to take her eyes from the glittering head of the throbbing shaft as it continued to lewdly pulsate. The head was gleaming an iridescent red, while the hole was another shade of red, though near the base it was a pale white. And winding through the sinewy shaft was a webbing of many blue veins. The white base disappeared into a bush of medium-brown pelvic hair, all thatched and curled. She stared at the heavy clump of wrinkled flesh that was his scrotum, seeing the outlines of the two egg-shaped balls inside the hairy sac. Each seemed to be the size of a hen's egg, and as the dazed young woman stared at them she noticed the balls seemed to be leaping up and down as the scrotum slowly tightened around them. Their very movement seemed to threaten Jo, making her feel as if they were laughing at her while working overtime to manufacture the heavy semen she would be expected to swallow. The idea of torrents of heavy white seed flowing down her throat, filling her belly, made her want to retch. The tortured young girl shivered and choked. The idea of performing such a heinously disgusting act made her gag with loathing. Such things had never once occurred to her in the twenty-two years she had been alive. It seemed like the most horrible thing a man might make a woman do. God! How disgusting! She just couldn't go through with it.
Jo raised her eyes, staring at the man tormenting her, gazing at him with imploring eyes, as if pleading with him for mercy. But Steve Marquette's only response was to sneer at her with domineering arrogance, licentious lust glittering like wildfire in his burning eyes as they bulged in expectation. His hands reached down and tangled themselves in her hair, roughly pulling her head forward as he placed his heavily quivering, thickly oiled cockhead against the red lipstick coating of her tightly clamped together lips.
"Stop this nonsense," he told her. "We have an agreement. So open your mouth or I'll have to force you."
Jo wept, realizing she had no choice but to obey. The man was a truly vile individual. She would have to accept this humiliation now, but one day her turn would come, and she'd make him pay dearly for the way he was degrading her. Slowly, very slowly, she parted her trembling lips, and gulping back inner spasms of shame, allowed the throbbing penile point to slowly push its way into her open mouth.
"GGGNNNNGGGGHHHH!! ! " she gasped, instantly pulling back, letting the knob slip from between her lips. His colorless lubricant coated her lips and the tip of her tongue, and more of it was bubbling from the head of his penis in wild anticipation of what was to come.
"Come on, Jo," he murmured again. "Let's get right down to it and do the job right."
He gripped her hair more tightly and forced half of the redly glistening tip back between her quivering lips, feeling the anxiety in them as they unwillingly clamped on the swollen bulb. Jo feebly tried working her lips around the rubbery hardness, but the harder she tried the more difficult she found it to fit the swollen member any deeper into her constructed mouth. Its bulk was massively incredible, and her lips were being stretched wider and wider.
Marquette, now inflamed and excited to the point where all reason had fled from his lust-incited mind, now impatiently gripped the base of his throbbing cock with one hand, and with the other, tightly twisted the kneeling Jo's long hair. He pushed forward with all his strength, roughly forcing half the length of his steaming rod into the young woman's tight mouth. The muscles in her jaws relaxed just enough to allow her lips to oval themselves around his penile hardness.
Jo gagged, trying to tug her head back, futilely fighting to keep more of the throbbing organ from entering her mouth. Her sharp-pointed teeth raked painfully against the man's rigid phallic spear, making him yelp like a wounded animal. He wanted to slap her for causing him pain, but the pain aroused him even more. He was enjoying the pressure of her teeth. His licentious ardor was built to an even higher peak, mounting urgently as his body quivered with masochistic delight.
Jo gagged and struggled, feeling more and more of the throbbing organ fit itself into her tight mouth. When the head rubbed against her throat, she was certain he would stop in spite of his having more than two inches protruding from between her lips. But he didn't stop. He kept pushing forward, and she felt the bullet-shaped glans pressing itself into her gullet, and now she was certain she would strangle to death. It sank ever deeper, making her choke, and then she felt the hairs of his pelvis brush her lips, and she realized he was all the way in. Every last solid inch of cock was buried in her mouth and throat.
Marquette clamped her head tightly with his two hands, forcing her face solidly against his groin. Yes, every last little bit of his cock was in her mouth, and feeling the way her pharynx tightened around his penile point sent shuddering tremors of lust blistering through him like lightning sparks. His throbbing cock was being squeezed by the muscles in the throat to which it had been stuffed. He felt her esophagus tightly contracting again and again. Then, suddenly, with a low grunt from deep in his vibrating chest, he tugged back, and before she was able to catch her breath, slammed forward again, plunging every last inch of his achingly alive phallus far into the recesses of her tight gullet. She felt his weighty, pendulous, hairy testicles slapping solidly against her chin and throat, and her nostrils involuntarily flared wide as she inhaled the strong, pungent odor of his maleness.
Fresh tears filled Jo's eyes, this time because of the totally helpless position she was in, gagging and choking because of the heavy penis powering into her throat as he lewdly rotated the heavy head of his pulsating penis against the back part of her pharynx, while the stem of his throbbing cock massaged her aching palate. He shoved his penis back and forth powerfully, coating it with her dripping saliva. Because she was unable to close her mouth, sputum fell from her jaws like slaver, falling onto the carpet beneath, as well as onto her knees.
By sheer force of will, Jo Palmer, humiliated and tortured as she was, found herself able to endure the man's continually increasing strokes, and little by little she felt her lips widening as her muscles relaxed. Her throat also enlarged, thereby lessening the strangulating sensation she had been feeling. Most of the tightness within had occurred simply because she had fiercely resisted him. She came to understand that by surrendering to Marquette's desires and doing what he wanted her to do, she was at least sparing herself a lot of unnecessary torment. Pain was the one thing she didn't need. Sensing the beginning of her surrender, Marquette relaxed the strong, pulling, vise-like grip he had on her hair.
Immediately grateful to him for not pulling her hair out of her head, Jo decided to make a tentative effort to please the sales manager. If she strove to make him happy he might not hurt her as much as he'd been doing. And then surprisingly, without any conscious effort on her part, she found her mouth was sucking, of its own volition. It was involuntarily moving around his burrowing stiffness with a soft, gentle rhythm of its own, opening and closing slickly around the rough, intruding length of heavy thickness. Her tongue began darting this way and that, wiping the under part of the heavy cock. It moved tentatively at first, touching the tiny slitted opening in the head each time his phallic pole pulled back while her teeth grated on the taut string on the underside, pressuring it again and again, sending new, fresh thrills shooting and charging through the man's madly thrusting loins. The licentiously aroused manager moaned with lusting pleasure, pleased the girl was finally doing what he wanted. And he had to admit, now that her mouth was doing it, she was doing it well.
The young woman was startled and amazed to discover she seemed to have what appeared to be an almost instinctive sense for pleasing the man. She sucked strongly, making loud, lewdly wet noises as her smacking lips compressed around the pulsating shaft between them. Little by little her sucking began taking on a definite deftness that mounted with each passing second. Somewhere deep down inside her unconscious mind, Jo found herself in instinctive possession of full knowledge when it came to satisfying a man's lurid appetites with her mouth. Now this maddening information was charging headlong into her consciousness, obliterating all the mental hate she had for herself. She was functioning as if under some strange control, and what was worse, she found herself starting to like it.
Inwardly, Jo felt a sense of gratitude that she was able to do all this and not choke to death. The shame she had been feeling was completely swept aside by this inner barbaric aspect of herself. It was taking total command of her shuddering body. And then, in a final act of complete surrender to the wickedly salacious act she was being forced to perform, her own hands reached up and tightly gripped the flexing muscles in the man's taut, powerful thighs.
Steve Marquette's heart was pounding like the proverbial trip hammer as his thighs bucked back and forth, fucking his swollen prick ever forward into the hungering cavern of Jo's widely open mouth. Her lips were tightly ovaled around his throbbingly hard length of meatiness as the man fucked her mouth with ever-growing intensity. She felt the pulsating helmet rasp harshly against the roof of her mouth, creating more saliva, all of which she swallowed as she wildly sucked on the hard cock.
Marquette moaned with a loud, bestial satisfaction as he continually pressed the helmeted head of his lust-swollen length of penile flesh into the hot, wetly tight smoothness of her squeezing gullet. Shivers of lurid ecstasy were wildly coursing through the sales manager's nakedly arching body.
With each passing moment, Jo felt a mounting excitement rapidly building higher and higher as untouched nerve-endings in her esophagus were suddenly finding themselves stimulated. Her reeling brain had been once again completely torn away from the mounting shame and guilt she always felt at the start of a sexual bout. She eagerly and anxiously began running her fingers over the tender sac of his wrinkled scrotum as he continued thrusting his hotly lancing cock into her mouth. She felt the pulsations in his jumping balls, even with his scrotum pulled tightly against his body, sensing the virility in them. Tiny mewls of involuntary pleasure started squealing from deep in her cock-occupied throat as her feminine instincts slowly but surely attuned themselves to the throbbingly salacious rhythm of the man's forcibly thrusting loins.
Sensing the young saleswoman's intensifying fervor, Marquette's own lascivious delight enlarged enormously. The pressure of her mouth was becoming greater, and he had to admit, though this was her first time at this, she was already outclassing all the pros he had ever encountered. His body became sizzingly hot, and every inch of his moving, hard-muscled frame was flush with forbidden passion. He continually crammed every last inch of his wetly swollen cock almost insanely into Jo's hungrily working, greedy mouth. He repeatedly shoved his tautly straining hips forward with all the barbaric strength and lust inside him.
Jo was sucking hungrily and anxiously now, thrilling to the rich, meaty taste of him. She was rapidly becoming enveloped in a licentious, all-encompassing torrent of total sexuality. A hotly tingling lust trammeled through every part of her nakedly kneeling body. Her mind was totally and completely lost in the steady, continuously licentious pounding of his thickly swollen penis as it continued slamming into the heated depths of her tightly constricting throat. The young woman had become completely absorbed in helping him reach his long-awaited orgasm.
Incredibly, between her own thighs, her tautly wet vaginal walls were starting to hotly throb and pulsate, unconsciously maintaining a sympathetic beat with his moving penis. The excitement had become overwhelming for Jo, mounting more and more swiftly as the wetly dripping female secretions seeped from the tender slit between her thighs, running down her inner loins to her knees and onto the carpet. Her softly pulsing cunt lips worked like the mouth of a guppy, opening and closing, keeping time to the way the massive cock was crammed into her squashing pharynx. The labia looked like fragile petals waving in the wind as the thin, hair-framed edges of her hotly aching pussy continued expanding and contracting with the in-and-out thrusts of his cock. Her tightly pulsating cunt was behaving as if the heavy penis was being thrust into it rather than her working mouth.
"Ummmmmmmmm..." she hummed, her voice sending wild vibrations through the length of his cock as her tight lips continued pulling and sucking. "Ummmmmmmmm!"
Jo's own loins were jerking, twitching and churning with extraordinary, rotating motions of licentiously warm sensuality. Her ears picked up the sound of Marquette's grunting and groaning in wildly wanton abandon as he stood over her, a mighty colossus, pounding his pelvis back and forth, ramming his hairy groin into her pretty face with the steady force of a pounding sledge hammer. His hard, straining cock seemed to push itself ever deeper into the heatedly wet, sucking depths of her tight esophagus, now thoroughly enjoying the reception it was receiving.
"Huuuunnnnhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh ... thatta girl, Jo ... ooooooh..." he cried out. "Oh baby, baby, keep on sucking it. You're terrific. You have the best mouth I've ever known...
AHHHHHHH..."
The sadistic sales manager knew his ejaculation was not too far away. His heavy, swollen balls were pressing against the tightly constricting wrinkled sac encasing them, and a deep, aching sensation made them hurt. Secure in the knowledge his sperm would soon be triumphantly released, he redoubled the speeding thrusts of his hard cock into her mouth and throat. He slammed the heavy length in with merciless abandon while Jo, now totally blinded with passion surrendered herself to the animal abandon hidden inside her. She sucked more hungrily than a kid at a nanny's teat, chewing voraciously on Marquette's cock, thrilling to its smoothness. In her mind she pictured it to be a peeled banana just waiting to be bitten hard enough.
Dimly Jo understood she was acting like a tramp, a whore, a gutter bitch, a wanton slut, and yet, as repulsive as the forced cocksucking had seemed to her initially, her feverish, lust-wracked body now responded with equally anxious, lusting abandon.
Marquette's obscene demands, which had originally almost caused her to regurgitate, now thrilled and chilled her beyond belief. Perhaps it was degrading and shameful and all the other things she had originally believed it to be, but the very perverseness and inescapability of this particular situation had become vastly thrilling and exciting to her. She was being forcibly made to suck the salaciously bloated cock of a sexually twisted man while kneeling before him like some helpless slave, and the hidden masochist in her was enjoying it all immensely. The truth was, she was enjoying herself, really enjoying herself. Hot, burning moisture was dripping wetly down her thighs, seeping from her helplessly contracting vaginal interior, wetting her hairy cunt lips. And her cunt's mouth continued opening and closing as if it had a will all its own. A fierce pleasure was flooding through her own body as she realized the penile head, rubbing inside her pharynx, massaging all the hidden nerve-endings in there, was building an orgasm in her own body. She hadn't expected to feel a climax this way, and was more than agreeably surprised to sense it lurking, ready to spring on her. Violent pleasure tore through her body with gale wind force, making her revel in subjugation. The tingling sensations in her throat were being transmitted to her vagina, and then the orgasm spasmed through her taut body, filling her with delightful rapture.
"UUUUUKKKKKUUUUUNNNNN-CCCHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!! ! " she gagged as her throat tightly contracted. She was in the throes of a wild orgasm, and the tightening of her gullet behind the corona of his phallus set Steve Marquette off, as well.
And he began spasming and convulsing. A thick jet of milky white liquid suddenly exploded from the tip of his quivering phallus. His throbbing cock jerked madly up and down again and again, shooting relentlessly into the woman's hungrily open and receptive throat.
At first the ejaculation of the thickly spurting joy juice, Jo felt shocked for a moment as she remained kneeling before Steve Marquette. The force of his erupting sperm made her gag and choke for an instant. But as gush after gush continued streaming into her open throat, clogging her mouth and ballooning her cheeks, Jo knew she had to swallow it or drown. Her first tentative swallow was performed with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. But after the first swallow she began eagerly gulping the fluid down, feeling it abet her own series of orgasms as they blasted through her body.
Finally, when the penis was shrunken and empty, Marquette pulled it from her lips, then looked down at Jo, and said, "You don't fool me, Jo. You enjoyed sucking my cock, didn't you."
Yes, she thought to herself, ashamedly. I did enjoy it.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the early afternoon, Jo made another sale. She left the agency at three, secure in the knowledge Tom Kitchbo had been fired. The only thing that worried her now was Steve Marquette. He had enjoyed her mouth so much, he had told her he expected repeat performances in the future. His attitude made her hate him, but her lustful feelings frightened her more than Marquette ever would. She recalled how much she had enjoyed drinking his sperm. This made her more disgusted with herself than ever. How in the name of heaven was she going to be able to remove the urge for these licentious feelings from her own body once she had achieved her goal? It was like heroin. The more one took, the more one needed. Cold Turkey was the only way to break the grip of heroin. It had to be the only way to break the hold her salacious emotions had on her. But even as she thought these things, she licked her lips, still tasting the flesh and liquid of Steve's hard cock. Each spurt of semen down her throat had caused her to feel another shuddering climax roar through her slender body. This was wrong, all wrong. Dear God! She had to get hold of herself now, or she would be lost to lascivity forever.
She had a busy afternoon ahead of her. For one thing, she had to keep her promise to Andy Barker. When he returned, next year, she had to have a whole lineup of fresh, different women for him. This she would accomplish a little at a time between now and next year, but today she had to take the first step. And that first step was a blonde by the name of Judy Kirsten. Judy was the kind of girl to make any man forget about his wife.
Jo had known Judy since the two had gone to elementary school. In high school, Judy had always been free and easy with her body, getting lots of dates. And when the other girls went to college, Judy was freelancing as a prostitute. Judy was still a freelance whore. More than once pimps from the Mob had visited her, warning her she had to fall into line and donate some of her money to the Family. Judy had told them all to drop dead. And when an enforcer had tried throwing acid in her face, Judy had avoided the acid, and with her long hair pin, she had lanced both his balls as if they were boils. Then she had gone to see the local head of the Mob, and she had told him in no uncertain terms the only way to get her off the streets would be to sacrifice at least two of his boys, because she intended killing any other members of his organization who came anywhere near her. The local godfather felt one whore wasn't worth losing two of his soldiers, and she had received a temporary dispensation to operate on her own, provided she stayed away from certain lucrative areas where mob girls operated.
From the time she had started high school, Judy had always had a mature look about her. As the years went by, that mature look turned into a hardened appearance, letting men know they were dealing with a woman who knew her business ... for the right price. She had long, blonde hair, flashing green eyes, and a svelte torso with large breasts and wide hips. And though she always dressed in the most expensive outfits, business wasn't as good as it had been, and Judy knew it wouldn't be long before she might have to get herself a pimp.
It was four-thirty in the afternoon when Jo walked into the bar where Judy conducted most of her business. It was a middle-class bar, and the bartender tolerated Judy because she was quiet about her work, always taking a customer into the back room, and always giving the bartender ten percent of her action. At the moment it was too early for any interested men, and Judy was having a late lunch at a rear table in the bar. She recognized Jo instantly.
"How are things?" Jo asked, sitting across from Judy in the darkened bar.
"I'm glad you didn't ask 'how's tricks,' " Judy told her. "Show's you have couth."
"Hey, I always thought we were friends," Jo said.
"I suppose," Judy nodded, eating a forkful of hamburger. "It's just that in a job like this one tends to become embittered, after awhile."
"Suppose I could get you a better job?" Jo asked.
"Hey, come on, Jo. Don't fool around, huh. Things are bad enough without you trying to kid me. No one wants a hooker working for them."
"Judy, I'm not kidding. I can get you a sales job where you could earn between two and three-hundred dollars a week, maybe more."
"I'm earning that, now," Judy told her.
"Let's be honest," Jo said. "Your future prospects here aren't too good. This job has a future, including a company pension, and if you know how to use your body as well as I think, you'll be making a heck of a lot more than two hundred a week. I'm assistant sales manager at an auto agency. I want you to sign on as a sales girl. If you can start bringing in fleet sales by making out with the owners that come in, you'll be making thousands in commissions."
"Hey, are you serious?" Judy asked.
"Dead serious," Jo told her.
"Why me?" Judy wanted to know.
Jo explained what had happened to her with Eric Farmer, Andy Barker, and Steve Marquette. "You see," she told Judy, "I need someone who can take their minds off me when it comes to sex. Eventually I'm going to replace the entire sales force with girls. But I don't want to be forced to use my own body, again. It's driving me crazy. I can't stand it, especially when they force me to do all those horrible things."
"Who're you kidding?" Judy laughed. "What you're afraid of is, learning to love it the way I love it."
"I just hate being forced," Jo insisted.
"What you need is a little gentle loving," Judy said, smiling.
"It doesn't exist," Jo bitterly remarked.
"Hey look, if you're serious about that job, I'll take it," Judy told her. "Which means I don't have to work in this place any longer. Why don't you come with me, right now."
"Where?" Jo asked.
"There's this place I know, a kind of a woman's spa. Most of the women have gone home at this time of the day. We can be alone there, and you can sit in a hydro-bath and really let the tension flow out of you. How about it, huh?"
"Sure," Jo nodded. "I was only going to my apartment, anyway."
"You're a good kid, Jo," Judy said, as they rose from the table. "You could've gotten any one of a dozen other hookers for this job, but you picked me. I'll work for you, Jo. I'll break my back for you. We'll make good, together."
"I know," Jo told her. "That's the main reason why I picked you. If things work out the way I hope, when I eventually become manager, you'll be the assistant sales manager. I need loyalty, Judy."
The two left the bar and got into the Chevrolet Monza Jo was driving. It was one of the demo cars. Jo could have had her pick of any car in the place, but at the moment she enjoyed the Monza. Following Judy's directions, she soon found the spa the blonde had mentioned, and parked the car in the rear lot. The two went inside together. Judy was a permanent member.
Jo liked the almost antiseptic smell of the place, and when the two went down to the locker room, she noted there were no other women around. Judy was right. All the others had gone home at this hour. Many would return in the evening, but between four and seven almost no one used the spa's facilities.
Jo undressed, wrapping herself in a white towel, following Judy. She looked at Judy's body, noting how taut and firm her rosy flesh appeared. The blonde's breasts were only slightly smaller than her own, and just as solid.
Judy led the way to the hydro-bath room. The hydro-bath itself was a large, circular pool more than twenty feet in circumference, and four feet deep. There was a wide cement ledge about a foot from the bottom. It was both, a step, and a ledge on which one sat, neck-deep in the water while powerful jets forced the heated water to swirl around the body. It was supposed to be wonderful for relieving body aches, but it was also good for revitalization.
"We'll take a half hour in here," Judy told her, "and another fifteen minutes in the sauna, next door ... unless you're able to take more."
"Fifteen minutes of sauna heat is plenty," Jo told her.
The jets were already swirling when the two girls entered the room, and Judy said, "You go ahead and get in first."
Jo noticed her blonde friend had turned her back, ostensibly to check the thermostat. Jo was glad. She didn't want anyone ogling her body, not even another woman, at this point. She stripped off the towel, then tentatively dipped a toe into the swirling water.
"Wow!" she gasped. "That's hot," and she hurriedly pulled her foot back.
Taking a deep breath, she put her foot back into the water and this time it didn't seem quite as hot. Even so, it took quite a few seconds for her to become acclimated to the water, and during that time Judy kept her back to her. Slowly, carefully, she submerged her body into the water. And she almost immediately felt the thrilling sensuality of the pool as the water continued swirling around and under her. She sat on the cement lip, thrilling to the sensation of the powerful swirls of water rushing between her legs. She found herself feeling a rebirth of thrilling excitement. The swirling streams were strong enough to tug at the fleshy folds of her anxious vagina. Oh Lord! It felt so good; as if someone with incredibly warm, soft fingers was playing with her pussy, parting the soft, vaginal lips. Oh my, it almost felt like Eric Farmer's tongue licking her clitoris. And the effect on her nipples was unbelievable. God! This whole thing was almost catastrophic. She felt as if she might have another series of orgasms. All she would have to do is simply part her knees and her thighs. There was a jet in the floor directly beneath her, and she need only remain squatting over it. Oh Christ! An unbelievably sensual thrill was sweeping into the hidden depths of her vagina as she adjusted her position, allowing her body to enjoy the full thrill of the whirling, churning water.
Jo shut her eyes and sat back with her thighs spread wide apart. Her head rested on the cement floor at the edge of the hydro-pool. She felt thrills bursting in her revived cunt as it responded to what felt like a watery cock. Her body churned with sexual alacrity, and for the first time she was able to totally relax; knowing no men were around to rape her.
"Feel better?" Judy asked, standing directly above her flung-back head.
"Huh? Oh ... uhhhhh ... yes," Jo exclaimed, starting with frightened embarrassment. "Judy ... for a moment I'd forgotten all about you. I was ready to fall asleep," she lied, feeling her face reddening.
Judy smiled down at her, and Jo felt there was a secret of shared knowledge in that smile, almost as if she knew exactly what it was Jo was feeling at that moment. Almost? No, Judy had been here before. She knew. But Jo was too embarrassed to admit to the enjoyment of such a thing.
"The muscle in my left leg is tight," she told Judy. "The water is helping a little."-
"Hey, don't worry," Judy said to her. "I know how to deal with pulled muscles. In fact, if you don't mind a pun, I've pulled many a masculine muscle, myself. You relax in there a little longer. I'll come in there to join you. Then I'll get that muscle loosened, you'll see."
As she spoke she untied the towel draped around her body. This time she turned her back to Jo when she dropped the towel.
Once again Jo had the opportunity to examine her friend's nakedness, but this time from the rear. Judy had nice, round ass-cheeks. They wiggled when she moved, but they were firm. The cheeks were tightly pressed together with a slender thread of cleft between them. Jo knew Judy wasn't feeling the least little bit embarrassed. Why then, should she?
Judy turned around and stood as she had moments earlier. Her two feet were wide apart and her knuckled hands were resting on her hips. Jo gazed up at the firm figure of her friend. Seen from below, her jutting breasts were magnificent, pear-shaped objects that juggled provocatively at the blonde's slightest movement. They were really lovely. And Judy's belly was as flat as a pane of glass. There were no sagging muscles at all. Her pubic hair was gone, shaved, and there was no way of telling whether or not Judy was still a natural blonde. In elementary school her hair had been a bright gold, but it had darkened in high school, only to brighten when the summer sun bleached it. Her pelvis was an unnaturally pale white, as if the pubic hair had been shaved off only recently, perhaps to satisfy a customer that had a fetish for bare pussies.
With Judy's thighs wide apart, Jo was able to stare straight up and see the full, pouting lips of her puffy vagina. She gulped, then said precisely what she was feeling. "You have a gorgeous shape, Judy."
"And so do you, Jo," the blonde replied. "I envy you those full breasts of yours. If my own were that large, I probably would have been able to double my income. The rest of you is under water at the moment, but I'll bet you're just as sexy as you were when we were in high school and we used to shower together in the girls' locker room. God! Your shoulders have certainly rounded out nicely, and you have a full pair of kissable lips."
Jo blushed, feeling as if a man was talking to her rather than an old high school girl friend. She realized she was blushing, more than a little pleased by her friend's words of praise.
Judy stepped into the pool with the delicacy of a woodland nymph. She had done this so many times before, she was plainly used to the hot water. She came over and sat beside Jo, and asked, "Which leg did you say had the pulled muscle?"
"The left one," Jo replied, indicating the thigh next to Judy.
"Well, I'll work on it, massaging it, and I'll get the blood circulating real good, and heat will seep into the muscle and loosen it," Judy told her, then squatted in front of the brown-haired woman, putting her hands on Jo's knees, pulling her thighs apart.
Jo wanted to resist, to say this wasn't right, but her friend seemed so earnest about wanting to help her, she didn't have the heart to reprimand her or stop her. Besides, Judy was a female, like herself. What could Judy do to her?
The water jet began spurting against Jo's sensitive cunt lips again. Judy began working Jo's thighs like levers, opening them, closing them, opening them, closing them. She did this a number of times. Each time she pulled Jo's legs open, more of the sensual water jet splashed against Jo's vagina, and it almost felt like tiny fingers were crawling into her.
Jo was becoming all too aware of the effect Judy was having on her body. Between the sensual pressure of the blonde woman's hands and the swirling water she was becoming thrillingly aroused and excited. The building excitement in her sensuous body was slow and gentle, but it was instantly reflected by the enlarged buds on her breasts as her nipples filled with blood and swelled. Dulled by thrilling passion, Jo started wondering if Judy was seeking to purposely arouse her. If so, Jo was unable to fathom the reasons, since there was no way Judy was able to fuck her. At least she didn't think there was any way for Judy to fuck her. How were girls able to fuck girls?
Perhaps it might be a good idea to put a stop to this before it got any further. Jo was certain Judy meant well, but if the blonde was teaching her some new ways to enjoy sex she was wasting her time. She had already learned all the ways there were, and she enjoyed sexual contact much too much to be decent. Hell, she had to put her foot down somewhere, sometime, and this seemed as good a place as any. But before she was able to say anything, Judy was talking again.
"Jo, I want you to stand, bending over to pull the muscle taut. Bend your knees slightly," Judy ordered.
So, Jo thought. Judy isn't trying to be sly, after all. She's seriously trying to help me, thinking I do have a pulled muscle. If I say anything to her now, she might feel insulted.
Jo did as Judy instructed, and suddenly a jolt of forbidden delight slammed right into her tense crotch as she felt a jet stream from behind her, built into the wall of the hydro-pool, rage against the forbidden crinkle of her anus. At the same time, the jet stream from below was playfully pulling at her vaginal lips and lightly slapping at her breasts. Oh, God! It felt just like a thick cock. But it was a gentle, liquid cock-stabbing her in both, front and back. Christ! It felt like the hot breath of two men, both thoroughly insatiable. Jesus! It felt as if both watery penises were penetrating her. She was being fucked by water. This was crazy.
Now Judy, who was still kneeling so that only her head remained above water, was trying to wrap her two hands around the thigh with the pulled muscle. But her slender fingers were not quite able to meet, in spite of the suppleness of Jo's haunch. Nevertheless, Judy began squeezing and kneading, pressing the flesh with a strength no one would have believed was in so petite a figure.
Unable to do anything else, Jo obeyed the golden-haired woman. As she did so, her breasts rose slowly like a pair of twin, rosy tipped moons climbing out of a silvery ocean. Why was she obeying so readily? No matter what Judy intended, there was no doubt she was feeling a series of sexual thrills. It had all been bad enough with the men. But surely it was even more immoral to feel this way with another woman. By all rights she should leap from the hydro-bath, get dressed, and wait for Judy outside. But Jo found herself unable to move. It all felt so good, and she wanted more, even if she wouldn't openly admit it.
"Spread your thighs a bit," Judy ordered, and Jo automatically complied, once again feeling the erotic tug and tingle of the heated, whirling water against her vaginal opening.
Judy's rich, blue eyes were smoky and almost unseeing, and her twitching nostrils were slowly dilating a bit more with each breath she took. Now Jo knew Judy was feeling it, too. Her face was betraying something of that which she was also feeling as she stared at the fullness of Jo's breasts.
Jo waited, lost to her own traitorous feelings, knowing instinctively an unparalleled event in her young life was about to take place. It would surely rank on a par with the three previous sexual events that had enlightened her body. Her brain wanted to fight it, much as it had wanted to fight all those other happenings. But this time nothing rough was taking place. She wasn't being forced, but rather she was being seduced, gently coerced, and for some reason her inner being didn't seem to mind that at all. She turned and looked at Judy's face, and felt the strangest urge to kiss her friend's lips. She was aroused, excited, thrilled, and she enjoyed every little bit of it. The reviving sensation of the waters kept her from feeling drained and worn out. The water! Yes, it was the water that was doing all this to her. She was a helpless leaf floating on the water, being carried only heaven-knew-where, toward the greatness of some unknown ocean.
Judy's hard, slender body was moving through the water, first to the right, then to the left, but each time she ended standing directly in front of the dark-haired woman. They were so close to one another, the tips of their breasts were almost touching. Then, without warning, Judy simply bent forward, and with her lips puckered into a very small, tight oval, she slowly, carefully, gently kissed the throbbing pellet that was Jo's left nipple.
Jo shut her eyes and shuddered-but this time it was not a fearful trembling, nor was it out of revulsion or trepidation. This time she shuddered with total pleasure.
"Come," Judy whispered, smiling a smile of girlish triumph, though not a conquering triumph, but rather the sensation one gets from helping a friend. "Let's go into the sauna."
Jo watched as Judy's dripping body climbed out of the hydro-pool. To the dark-haired girl, her friend was a blonde Venus risen from the foam of the sea. When Judy got to the top she turned and beckoned with a quick nod of her head, saying, "Come on, Jo. We have to finish."
Jo swallowed, feeling the heated dryness in her throat. By now she knew almost exactly what was going to happen once she went into the sauna. Well, maybe she didn't know exactly what would take place, but she was aware it would be a perverted, forbidden act. She was so shamelessly aroused she was unable to fight off the lesbian approach of her friend? Had her morals so totally deserted her that she was willing to permit something new to happen to her? Didn't she have anything in the way of decency left? What had occurred earlier in the day had not been her own fault. She had been forced into sucking Marquette's cock. But what she was about to permit to be done to her now was completely wicked. It showed her mind was sick and depraved. She was committing a transgression against all that was ethical and decent. But even with these thoughts filling her brain, Jo found herself climbing out of the whirlpool and standing beside her friend.
Judy took her hand as if Jo were some kind of innocent, frightened child lost in the woods. "Come on," she said, softly, and led the slender brunette to the door of the sauna. So far, no attendants had appeared to disturb them, almost as if they knew what was going on.
Judy opened the door and the hot, dry heat roared out as if from hell, itself. The sheer power of the burning air all but hurled Jo backward.
Jo docilely permitted Judy to wrap a towel, turban-like around her head, capturing all her long, brown hair, and when the woman reached up to pin the towel in front, her taut, full breasts came deliciously into contact with Jo's own, highly sensitive mammaries. And Jo instantly reacted, not by drawing back as if stung by a bee, but with a single sideways, almost imperceptible motion of her left shoulder, thereby letting the two nipples rub against one another again and again.
Judy looked into her eyes and said, "You're a wonderful person, Jo. I hope you can appreciate that what I'm doing is taking place out of a love I feel for you." And she led Jo into the sauna, closing the door behind both of them.
Now that she was inside, Jo found the heat was not nearly as oppressive as it had originally felt. She sat where Judy indicated, on a long wooden bench that ran the length of one wall. Wow! It was hot against the bare cheeks of her ass. But that was fine. The pain, oddly enough, brought pleasure to her, much like the pain she had felt when her tight cunt had been widened by Andy Barker's thick cock.
"Lie down," Judy insisted, and she placed a folded towel under Jo's head to be used as a pillow. It looked so tempting and inviting.
Jo knew if she followed her friend's instructions she would never again be able to sexually resist anyone. This was her last chance to fight back. There was no longer any kind of pretense between either of the two women as to the kneading and massaging of a pulled muscle. This was the beginning of a thoroughly and completely immoral act; a sexual act that went against everything Jo had ever been taught. Jo hesitated for only a moment, and then-amazed at the immorality dormant hiding inside herself-lay back as directed, a part of her mind carefully observing everything taking place. She knew this was knowledge she would find useful in the future.
"I want to make love to you," Judy whispered to her. "I guess I've wanted to do this for almost as long as I've known you. I've made love to all kinds of men, and to many women, too. But I've never felt any real emotion for them. You're the first person for whom I have genuine feeling that I'm doing this. I was afraid to approach you during our high school years, knowing the rigid morality that you had at that time. But after the baptism-by-fire that you've undergone, what I want to do to you will seem heavenly, by comparison. And remember, I'm doing it out of sheer love for you, Jo."
Abruptly, Jo's heart began pounding in the depths of her inner self, slamming into her with the power of a steam engine. She swallowed again, once more feeling the dryness in her throat, as she said, "What do you mean, Judy?"
"Jo, in spite of all you've undergone you're still so naive. Just relax and enjoy everything." And reaching out, she softly touched Jo's erect nipple.
"Oh ... no...." Jo gasped, trying to tug her body away from the shocking contact of her friend's manipulating fingers.
Jo felt herself almost drowned by some magical, hypnotic spell ... a bird watching the approach of a snake prepared to devour her.
"Don't be afraid," Judy whispered. "There's no pain, only pleasure. You'll see."
"I ... don't know..."
"You'll see, Jo. You'll see. Just lie there, relax and let me lead you into an area of delight you have yet to experience. Even if you've been lapped by a man, doing things with a woman like me will be a completely new experience. You'll see."
Jo's eyes were tightly locked on Judy's pretty face as the other woman sat on the sauna bench; then, after adjusting her towel which she had brought with her she lay out full length next to Jo on the bench. It was barely wide enough to support the two of them.
There was a queasy, shivery feeling in the hollow of Jo's belly. She trembled as she felt the dull pounding of expectation which she recognized. Her body was totally aroused and there was no turning back. She was lost ... gone forever. Her small, rounded buttocks were actually vibrating with anticipated lust, and as she stared into Judy's eyes, she saw the blonde's orbs brightly aglow with an unholy fire as they flashed at her. Yes, the eyes were slowly enlarging until they seemed immense in Judy's face ... a face which was coming closer and closer, blocking out the sight of the surrounding interior of the sauna. Jo felt the dry, solid warmth emanating from her friend's body as the torso was pressed against hers; loin was now pressed firmly against loin, flat belly was rubbing flat belly, heated cunt was simmering against burning pussy, and breasts swelled against breasts as nipples stabbed delightedly into the bloated flesh of the opposing breast ... hot, pink buttons of delight.
"Now," Judy whispered, "now I'll show you what I mean..." and slowly pressed Jo's face between her palms pulling her face even closer. And Jo felt Judy's lips on her own. They were soft, at first and gently warm. The saline taste of Judy's perspiration was like a magic elixir. The whole thing was taking place so gently she was completely unaware of the exact instant Judy's tongue carefully, shyly, gently probed between her lips into her own mouth. Jo found she was having difficulty breathing. She was thrilled and excited as never before, and she knew a good part of the thrill lay in the fact that she knew this was wrong, perverted, immoral. God! It was wicked, but it was wonderful. The knowledge of this evil was shunted aside by a delicious sensation building in her throbbing loins as her pouting cunt lips began reverberating like a pair of bongo drums.
Jo sighed and simply relaxed, allowing the final vestiges of resistance to simply flow from her body. Without her realizing it, her own tongue began licking and sucking on the one invading her mouth. Judy's tongue teased a moment more, then slowly began retreating, and Jo's tongue eagerly followed it into the receptacle of the other woman's warm mouth.
Judy raised a thigh and rolled her leg up and over the pouting Mount of Venus lodged between Jo's thighs. The feeling was utterly wonderful and unbelievable as Jo thrilled to the touch of the other woman's bare pelvis rubbing against her hair. Instantly the smoldering coals simmering in her system became white-hot, turning to pure, energetic flame ... a flame that was fueled by the kerosene of sudden awareness, awareness that Judy's tender fingers were running delicately and knowledgeably up and down her backbone, coming to rest, very occasionally like warm, fluttering moths on the overly tender and sensitive flesh of her tight, smoothness.
Jo had allowed herself the thrill of enjoying all the fabulous sensations when the blonde abruptly pulled herself away and separated from her eager body. An overwhelming sense of loss and inner disappointment overwhelmed her, but a moment later this was replaced by thrilling, inexpressible joy as Judy whispered, "I love you, Jo. I never had the nerve to admit it before, but now I have to tell you ... I love you."
Judy's voice betrayed her own mounting enjoyment of what was taking place as she bent her head and placed her seething lips on Jo's left breast.
"Hhuuunnnhhh!! ! "
It was a moan of sheer delight leaving Jo's mouth the instant she felt her friend's tongue teasing her nipple as Judy's gently sucking lips pulled at the areola, actually stroking and caressing it. Gradually, Judy's moving fingers changed from the light, beating wings of moths to the fluttering movement of loving doves. And with the passage of a little more time they became taloned hawks as they sought their helpless prey. One hand locked itself on Jo's right breast, the moving fingers working expertly at the sensitive nipple-capturing it, taunting it, now compressing it, then releasing it-working in time to the way Judy's lips sucked Jo's left breast. And Judy's other hand moved lower, sinking into the palpitating depths of Jo's seething cunt, surrounding itself with the full, pouting thickness of both lips. Her long, middle finger slid softly, carefully up and down the entire length of the heatedly moist crack. It purposely avoided touching the expectant clitoris, even though Jo was undulating her entire body by now. Judy's fingers remained lightly on the slick surface of the inner lips, not seeking to slide between the vulva just yet. As the wet crack became even more lubricated by the heavy flow of Jo's artesian love juices.
Judy's fingers slipped lower and lower, sliding across the taut perineum until it slid between the rounded ass-cheeks and began touching the little brown button that was Jo's anus. Here, the forefinger began a relentless rubbing, not pushing, but merely massaging with an unrelenting pressure. It rubbed harder and harder, creating wave after wave of pleasure. And as the thrilling forbidden sensations roared through Jo's anxious body, the brown-haired woman realized there was a little pain. But this time she wanted the pain as the finger continued pushing against her rectal orifice. She raised her hips a little, but she didn't know whether she was trying to pull away from Judy's finger, or give it more room in which to move. Her seeping cunt water flowed all over Judy's finger, and now it was moistened enough so that the tip slowly, very slowly pushed into her anal rictus, moving until it was in up to the first knuckle. Jo's hot, tight, aching cavity rotated against the finger, twitching as Jo gasped, "Uhhhh ... Judy ... it hurts...."
In answer to this protest, Judy merely pushed a little harder, while sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of Jo's breast, pulling, sucking the mammary into her mouth, trying to engulf the entire pap. It was an agonizingly wonderful, thrillingly blissful hurt that had her on the very threshold of rapture. The finger in her widened ass-hole moved circularly, pumping in and out, back and forth, and on each forward stroke it sank a little deeper. It rode slowly inward. Jo's rectum had so tightly captured the joint, that each movement caused the puckered ring to move with the finger. Jo gasped and moaned, unable to believe there were so many blissful sensations left in the world. The original pain she had been feeling had all but disappeared, replaced by something else ... something totally alien ... something wonderfully and deeply exciting. Now she felt the tight muscles of her inner rectum contracting as her buttocks flexed and relaxed in an effort to suck the finger farther inside. She was trembling, building toward a climax ... all because of nerve-endings being touched in her rectum. It wasn't possible, yet it was happening. A woman, Judy, was doing all this to her. Her body began rapidly climbing toward the exalted summit. Jo wanted the finger shoved even deeper into her rectum. She also wanted something rammed into her vagina ... something long, hard, smooth, solid, vibrating ... uhhhhh ... she was almost there ... almost there ... almost there...
And then ... Judy abruptly withdrew finger, mouth, and hands and sat upright with a smile of pleasure on her victorious face.
"Oh, no, no, no," Jo was gasping, almost crying out. She made an effort to rise, about to beg for more from the blonde, but Judy gently, but firmly pushed her until she was lying back on the wooden bench.
"Now," Judy told her, "you're about to see what this is all about."
Her voice was a soft, crooning breeze in this blazing inferno of dry heat as she slithered down until she was in a half-crouching position, her feet on the floor, her face opposite Jo's writhing hips. She spoke again, her voice almost guttural as she said, "You have a lovely cunt, Jo. No wonder all those men went crazy for it. And that clit of yours has to be the pinkest, prettiest man-in-the-boat I've ever beheld. I don't know how good that old man was when he tasted your cunt-flesh, but I promise you total ecstasy when I go to work on you."
Judy had become a paragon of softness and tenderness again. Her soft lips kissed Jo's heaving belly, hotly moving across the entire plane, letting her tongue trace a pattern of erotic lines this way and that. Once, the tongue paused in its squiggly journey to seek out Jo's navel. Then it was moving again, licking the hipbones, making Jo moan and sigh continually as she writhed insanely on the bench. Jo tried twisting her body so her vaginal surface, fevered and burning, would make contact with the pliant, burning knife slowly moving in its direction.
Judy was not to be led by Jo. This was her game, and she was the one to decide which path she'd take to Jo's promised land. Her hands were busy running up and down the sides of Jo's body, then they slowly moved inward, tenderly separating the two pillary thighs, revealing the rich pinkness of the inner lips of Jo's cunt, surrounded as they were by a rich framework of brown, wavy hair. Now the cunt stood out in all its glory. Jo's clitoris was vellicating like a struck tuning fork, and the vibrations seemed to be traveling through the length and breadth of the dark-haired woman's slender body.
Judy's hungry mouth slowly moved down the length of Jo's legs sending rippling thrill after vibrating shudder of lustful pleasure with it. The outer part of Jo's upper thigh was lapped, kissed, fondled, and loved, and then the outer calf was kissed. Judy's tongue left a trail of liquid fire down the entire part of the outer leg. When the tongue reached the soles of Jo's feet, it began working its sensual way up the smooth inside passageway leading to the distant temple of her shuddering cunt.
Jo simply lay there, her body as rigid and unbending as a railroad tie. The heat from the bench no longer was felt on her sensitive skin. She felt nothing but licentious lust and she gasped, suddenly aware her head was pounding against the pillow on the bench, and her fingernails were cutting into her own scalp.
Judy's educated mouth slowly swept up ... up ... up ... moving relentlessly toward the ultimate goal of the juicy cave as little whimpering sounds of ecstasy fought their way out of the girl's constricted throat. Judy's right hand slid tantalizingly along the marble-white inner thigh until it finally brushed the silken-haired nest.
The touch of her friend's hand on her trembling vagina brought a bird-like cry of rapture bubbling from Jo's throat. Never, never had sexual contact seemed so clean and wonderful as Judy was making it feel at this moment. Then Judy's hand was doing something to her. The blonde's thumb and forefinger were slowly parting her cunt lips ... and then...
Jo screeched at the top of her lungs the first time she felt Judy's slithery tongue flicker, like searing lightning against the wetness of her aching vagina.
"HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH ... GGGGGAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... yes ... yes ... do it ... do it ... do it...." Jo gasped. "Do it and don't stop ... not now ... not ever ... lick my cunt ... ohhhhhh..."
Judy's masterful tongue needed no urging or directions. The oral digit had a life of its own and knew exactly what to do. It licked into the bubbling crack like a thirsty dog lapping up water. Then the lingual extension sank all the way down between two layers of heated cunt lips, tasting the heavy lubricity. This brought a low moan of delicious delight from Jo. Then the tongue began poking in and out as if it were a vibrant penis, moving with swift, throbbing motions.
There was more to come, though, for even as Judy nailed her tongue in and out of the tight vaginal canyons within, her fingers were also working, ever so slowly, gently, carefully massaging Jo's clitoris. And then, the other hand slid beneath Jo, an extended forefinger once again seeking out the entry to her narrow rectum, moving like a wriggling, slithering worm. Surprisingly, the finger slid all the way into Jo's ass-hole before the brunette even knew it had entered her. That was when Judy began moving her finger in a rotating motion, around and around and around, making an effort to enlarge the opening. A moment later, her finger was as far in as possible, with her palm pressing against the woman's ass-cheeks. Her finger made wild, widening circles, and then she added a second finger, fitting it in without causing Jo any anguish.
"Unnnhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... Goddddd ... Godddd ... i-i-i-itttt feels so ... ohhhhhhhh ... wonnnnnderrrrfulllll...." Jo gasped, the sighs coming from the innermost depths of her crying soul. And then, without warning, everything appeared to collapse inside Jo. She felt herself tumbling end-over-end through the vacuum of outer space, falling toward a bright, burning sun of total physical sensation. Comets of tingling desire, and meteors of lusting wantonness all spun wildly about her, charging toward the solar center of her universe ... her screaming vagina. Jo heard loud, shrill screams, and a moment later was aware she was the one screaming exaltations to her own body, as if she were some kind of witch reciting incantations over a bubbling cauldron ... the cauldron in this case being her hot cunt. Her hands cruelly grasped the long, blonde strands of Judy's hair, tugging hard, pulling the woman's face into the seething depths of her anxiously hungering cunt, doing her level best to cram Judy's nose, tongue, lips, and cheeks into the whirlwind of hotly creaming liquid now wildly spurting out between her thighs. Her legs and feet beat a tattoo on the solid wooden bench as her thrusting pelvis wildly undulated like a pile driver going completely out of control. She was about to come ... to pinnacle as never before, not because a tongue was lapping her ... since Eric Farmer's tongue had done essentially the same thing ... but because Judy had treated her with kindness, gentleness, and tenderness, not forcing her, but coercing and urging her.
"Oh, my God..." she gasped. "I'm ... uhhhhh ... com ... com ... commmmmiiiiinnnnnggggguuuggghhh ... YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... HAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH ... EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHAAAGGGHHHGGHH...."
Her buttocks slammed wildly into the wood, hitting it again and again as if intent on smashing it to splinters. Her thighs closed themselves tightly around the grasping face of her friend, and she felt Judy's jaws struggling to prevent themselves from cracking. And all the while, Judy's working tongue continued slurping into her tight pussy while the woman's fingers continued rummaging through her anus.
The power of the orgasm was frightening. Jo realized with finality that she was definitely a slave to the wants and the needs of her body. She would never again be able to berate herself for enjoying what she was unable to resist enjoying. But in the future all physical lust would be satisfied on her terms and not the terms of a lusting male who wanted to make use of her body, and nothing more. She had a bright future before her, and she intended taking full advantage of her opportunities.
CHAPTER FIVE
Within the next two months Jo slowly but surely fired all the other salesmen, replacing them with prostitutes, all of whom turned out to be terrific saleswomen. Many of the ladies' former clientele came in to buy cars, many paying full list price with the promise of action from the women.
Eric Farmer was absolutely delighted. His agency had never made so much money. And Steve Marquette was also overjoyed because Jo had made no move to try and dump him. He knew she wanted his job, but he was being exceptionally careful, making certain there was nothing about which she would be able to complain to Eric Farmer. Both Marquette and Farmer were getting so much pussy from the sales ladies they didn't chase after Jo any longer. Jo found herself satisfied with either Judy or an occasional handsome masculine customer. She was berating herself less and less, accepting the fact that her body's needs had to be satisfied.
Jo was getting a small override on the commissions the girls were racking up, and instead of spending the money, she put it all into a savings account. More months flew by, and by the time a year had rolled around, Jo had enough money saved for what she wanted.
As assistant sales manager, she had come to meet the Chevrolet representatives who occasionally visited the agency. One of them had let her know in no uncertain terms he was physically interested in her, and on a day when both Farmer and Marquette were not in, the man, Norman Ferdin, stopped by. Norman was an overly imaginative person, but he was no less lustful than most men. And so when Jo suggested they go into the downstairs office of Eric Farmer, Ferdin very willingly agreed.
Jo locked the door, then turned to face Ferdin, saying, "Norman, you and I can become very good friends."
"Just how good?" the tall, rangy Ferdin wanted to know. He was slender, with a short mustache and a good-looking face. Jo judged him to be about fifty and still very active sexually.
"If I get what I want," she told him, "you can have some active fun with just about every saleswoman out on that floor, myself included."
"And just what is it you want?" Ferdin asked, very interested.
"Oh, it really isn't much," Jo told him. "And you can help me get it. In fact, if you say the right things to the right people, I can definitely get it."
"I don't like being kept in suspense," Ferdin insisted.
"I want my own Chevrolet Agency," she insisted. "I have more than fifty thousand dollars in various bank accounts, and between the six girls on the floor, I can probably get another hundred and fifty thousand. But most important, between the girls and myself, we have every customer who comes to this agency locked up, especially the fleet owners. Aside from eighteen different cab companies who buy from us, we have fleet deals with dozens of corporations, drug companies, and other companies who supply their outside salesmen with cars. You see how well we're doing here. Well, the Barker Cab Company is all set to make a new buy from us. I want that buy to come from my new agency."
Jo didn't wait for the man to reply. She was no longer the naive, innocent woman she had been when she had first come to work at Long Neck Chevrolet. Now she was a shrewd businesswoman, and she knew she would have to give Ferdin a free sample.
She slowly, sinuously stripped off her clothes, undulating the entire time, making the man's mouth water as his eyes widened. Sexual activity had made her body swell a bit more, and it had a rosy glow, too.
"I don't have much time," Ferdin told her, undoing his belt, dropping his pants and underpants, kicking them, along with his shoes, off to the side. "This'll have to be fast."
Jo smiled at him, then purposely turned her back, wriggling her buttocks, teasing him as she walked across the plush room to Farmer's desk. Ferdin followed her, murmuring, "You have one nice ass there, young lady."
Stepping up to her, he pressed his hand flatly against the pouting pouch of her fur-lined pussy. His middle finger rubbed up and down, teasing the heated crack, making it wetter and wetter. The scent of her secretions wafted to Ferdin's nose and it twitched, showing his anxiety. A loud sigh instantly escaped her when his finger slid through the pouting meatiness of her cunt lips and massaged her throbbing clitoris. It was already erect.
Deep down, Jo was still feeling twinges of conscience, but her conscience no longer got in the way of her business. Fortunately, she was so sensuous, she never had to pretend she was enjoying herself. When Ferdin touched her, she let out a loud sigh, and when he fingered her aching clitoris, she shuddered with pleasure. Her vibrating joy button was firmly swollen and erect.
Ferdin ordered Jo to bend over, with her palms flat on Eric Farmer's desk. Then he stepped behind the slender, sensually aroused female and pressed the heavy knob of his vibrating cock, a long, thick cock with a rich purple head, right against the curved lips of her sopping vagina. Her juices were already heavy and they fell all over the weighty cock as it rubbed against her labia. He was aware her tight, squeezing cunt, narrow as it appeared, would be well-greased. Though he had really done nothing other than press his cock against the wetly waiting lips of her aching pussy, Ferdin saw she was hot and ready. Hell, if the other women who worked here were always as ready as Jo Palmer, he had feminine gold mine here. He liked the way she creamed so quickly.
Jo quivered when the hard, hot cap of the man's swollen cock started pressing between the backs of her tender thighs into the ultra-soft outer labia covering her anxious pussy. The puffy cunt lips were already apart, anticipating the hard thrust that was shortly coming. Ferdin reached around in front of her with one hand, pressing a finger against her vibrating clitoris, massaging and rubbing it. Her inflamed pussy was all but swamped with heavily leaking musk-oil as it dribbled out of her hotly burning hole and ran down the columns of her inner thighs.
"Hhhhaaannnhhhh..." she gasped, feeling the man's hot, hard dome slowly part her outer cunt lips, forcing its way between them.
Jo's mouth opened, gasping for air, her lower jaw falling open as if on a loose hinge. Norman Ferdin had a thicker penis than she had originally believed. Her vaginal tunnel was so tight, it would have handled something as thin as a rectal thermometer, but the walls were now so elastic, they were able to open wide enough to contain a penis three inches around. But once a penis pushing into her proved thicker than two-and-a-half inches, her pussywalls had to really stretch, and that was precisely what was happening at the moment. Her vaginal walls were truly being separated.
Ouch! she thought. The way it was widening her inner tunnel caused some little pain, but it was a good pain. It was the kind of hurt she looked forward to receiving. It helped to enhance the pleasure even more. She tried rotating her hips, making the throbbing penis stretch her vaginal tunnel, but Ferdin grabbed her two hips and held her steady.
"I'm going all the way in as fast as I can," he gasped through clenched teeth, and the heavy rod of solid flesh suddenly powered forward, and the narrow walls of her seething cunt were once again parted.
There was a shuddering thrill as her rubbery membranes were forced to stretch, but this was a mild thrill compared to the delight she felt when his quivering glans struck bottom, and the entire length of his weighty penis totally filled the clutching depths of her anxious well. He pounded in two, three, four times, to make sure every last little inch of cock was filling her dripping cunt.
Jo was thrilled and delighted, and it took all her energy not to shout. Not that she would have been heard if she did shout. The office was soundproofed, much the way Eric Farmer's apartment was soundproofed. Waves of thrilling delight mixed with lusting pleasure rolled over her for a moment and her knees went weak and rubbery. She was ready to fall down, but Ferdin wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her steady.
"You know how to get to a man, Jo," Ferdin whispered in her ear. "Yeah, you really know how to get to a man. You know, though I used to fool around a little on the outside, it's been years, and though I've been hot for you, I never had the nerve to approach you. Christ! But you really have a tight oven down there. If this is what you promise all the fleet customers, it's no wonder they keep coming back and buying from you and your girls."
"Norman," Jo whispered. "Let's talk business later. Right now, shut up and fuck."
Ferdin was certainly a patient man. He had been waiting for her stretched tunnel to adjust itself to his thickness. He hadn't moved a muscle the entire time his meaty penis had filled her bubbling pussy with its full length. Her sucking chamber was quietly nursing on his throbbing dick, sending more wild thrills shooting through him. Each time Jo wanted to pull forward, hoping to ease the pressure in her flaming interior a little, Ferdin's arm, around her waist, held her steady, and his mouth pressed against her earlobe, nibbling a little, forcing her to relax. He was probably the first man to show Jo any kind of consideration in the entire year she had been working for Long Neck Chevrolet. Too bad he was married.
Jo finally decided to remain still and let Ferdin take over. She felt like a gaffed shark, anyway, so perhaps it was better to let the man "play her." And all the while he continued massaging his finger against her tormented clitoris. Slowly, very slowly, the thrills in her interior continued mounting.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't just stand there. Fuck!"
"Far be it from me to displease a lady," he replied.
Jo trembled as delight continued shooting through every part of her. He started raspily easing his swollen pole back, and new, unutterable thrills filled her. The woman didn't know why, but each cock felt different, giving her a completely different set of thrills as it built her to her multiplicity of climaxes. Jo whimpered as Ferdin's finger rubbed her vibrating clitoris even harder, and waves of new thrills completely inundated her. She sighed with little, short, gasping sighs, letting him know it all felt very good.
Once again she felt him grasp her hips as he slid his pulsating prod back the rest of the way, then, with a solid stroke, let it thunder forward. There was a loud, squishy sound each time the hard cock stroked back, and an even juicier sound when he powered the penis forward, filling her with it. Thrill after thrill inundated her body, jumping from one plateau to another. The heavy pressuring of his pulsating cock as it rubbed against her upper vaginal wall was intensifying her delight even more. It matched the electric thrills she felt as his finger pressed on her clitoris. Each time he buried his throbbing mast all the way inside her, he rubbed her clitoris all the harder. And each time he withdrew, the heavy dome of his prick scraped her upper vaginal wall, sending electric thrills shooting violently through her bubbling passageway. Out, in, out, in and all the while his working fingers continued rubbing against the shuddering nubbin. He continued this performance until her tunnel had widened just enough to make him fit comfortably inside. He was able to tell how comfortably he fit in her by the way Jo thrust her buttocks against his thighs.
She felt heated warmth with every wonderful thrust of the massive penis, and she sensed all kinds of nice things going on inside her. Cock was her own particular narcotic. No matter how many orgasms she received with Judy or one of the other girls, Jo never felt complete until she had been thoroughly fucked by a good, solid cock. She had tried a dildo once, but it didn't do nearly as good a job as a cock. There was something so reassuring and comforting about a cock.
Ferdin moved his mighty mast interminably in and out, allowing his weighty phallus to run its entire length into her, every time. He gripped her lovely hips, keeping his thick stake snugly embedded, and Jo gripped the edge of the desk, tightly closing her fingers around the sides. She leaned so far forward, her breasts massaged the blotter on top of the desk as they dangled with their heavy grape-like nipples so full and swollen.
Pinpoints of thrilling delight shivered through every wall in her teeming pussy. The mighty bludgeon Norman Ferdin was pushing into Jo caused wondrous thrills to enlarge and slither through her body. Her small, tightly formed buttocks lurched up and down as the man's thighs continued battering against them. He was fucking into her all the faster now, and the more swiftly he moved, the more thrills traveled through her vaginal cell.
"Ooooohhhh...." she gasped as the man's throbbing, pulsating prick jammed forward, and then she gasped, "Ahhhhhh..." each time the powering prick retreated. The continual gliding of the hardened ramrod made Jo vibrate with thrilled lust.
Now she felt the ponderous cock cramming into her with a steady, cadent beat. The strokes were long, slow and smooth as the throbbing penis worked in and out of her cuntal causeway, probing her seething depths with its masculine hardness. He was moving smoothly, carefully, filling her hot cunt with his oscillating stiffness, yet he wasn't plundering her cunt. When his hairy thighs smacked against her upturned ass-cheeks it was more of a gentle caress than a hard smack. And all the while his stroking horn widened the tightness of her elastic tissues, hoping to sink even deeper into her in the hope of finding an unexplored area of her shuddering cunt. And Jo's vaginal container responded by swelling, enlarging, and yet clamping tightly to his thick cock.
Jo felt Ferdin's hands slide up her sides and massage her smooth, velvet flesh. His fingers reached down and around and grabbed her dangling breasts. And then he was pulling and yanking on her throbbing nipples, enhancing the static thrill coursing through her entire body. Then his hands encircled her breasts and gripped them as if they were handholds while he continued thrusting his aching length into her.
Jo had never before realized just how large Norman Ferdin's hands were. Now, as his fingers tightened their hold on her firm breasts, she came to understand his hands were immense. God! Their very size, holding almost all of her breasts in their centers, gave her feelings of security she had never been able to enjoy with another man. Yes, Norman Ferdin was a special man. Too bad he was married.
He was the first man she had sexually encountered with whom she was able to completely relax.
His throbbing, ponderous cock was large, very large. She had measured it with her eyes before, but now she was using the true penile measuring device; her vagina. And her tight pussy was metering the entire length and breadth of the gigantic penis. Its very thickness enhanced the security his hands had created. As it plundered her clasping throughway from behind, stroking in and out of her tempestuous grotto, Jo felt more alive than she had ever felt with Marquette, Farmer, or anyone else for that matter. The shuddering movements of her body let Norman Ferdin know just how much she was enjoying his hard cock.
The passage of his bulging phallus in her vaginal citadel ignited fiery lusts much the same way rubbing two sticks together might ignite a fire. The heatedly anxious flames were burning deep down, in the inner depths of her sucking pussy. Her flooding juices continually bathed the entire length of his throbbing penis.
Yes, Jo had to admit it was all so much better when she simply stopped thinking about what she was doing and simply went ahead and did it. Her conscience had been a millstone around her neck long enough.
Ferdin increased the speed and the timing of his strong fucking. Jo met his sledging, rippling thrusts with strong backward surges of her own hips.
His strong, heavily muscled arms now pressed into the softness of her flat belly, snugly jamming the rounded curve of her buttocks into his thighs and stomach. His fingers played with the dimpled flatness of her tummy, then returned to the hanging fruit of her dangling breasts. He didn't tug on the mammaries, as if trying to milk them. Rather he clutched them in a multitude of different ways, creating a total series of different pleasurable emotions. She thrilled to the rubbing pressure of his hairy thighs as they massaged her ass-cheeks, as well as the weight of his belly rubbing against her back. Thrill followed thrill in her body, sending waves of lightning coursing through all of her. She began writhing all the more quickly now as the pleasurable ecstasies increased. Yes, there was no question about it as she sighed, her own hands still tightly clamped to the edges of the heavy desk.
Ferdin's face was a bright red, though certainly not from embarrassment. Jo's heart slammed in her breast, and the sound of his thick cock reaming in and out of her tunnel, obscene as it sounded to the ears, was equally arousing. She was feeling it from her brain down to her toes. Her roundly tight buttocks shoved back to meet every sluicing plunge with a wild motion that betrayed an intensifying frenzy of response.
Excitedly thrilled, she felt one of Norman Ferdin's hands reach down between her thighs again. He was massaging her clitoral bud with stronger vibrance than before. This caused Jo to intensify her backward thrusts against the heated hardness of his reaming pole She bucked all the more wildly now.
Sighing, Jo tightened her body and arched her back as she raised her head. Her mouth was wide open, and the impending orgasm swooped down on her at the same time she felt hot sperm pour into her squeezing channel.
"OWWWWWOWWWWWAAAAAG-GGGGHHHHH!"
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHHHH!"
Their voices shouted together, bellowing, screaming and exploding with lust as the hot sensations of orgasm swept over the pair of them. Wholly enthralling sensations took hold of both of them, worming through their bodies at breakneck speed. He ground his pumping cock into the depths of her vibrant funnel, slamming against her buttocks with his thighs again and again.
Jo felt like a rutting animal in heat, and she decided if that was what it took to be a success in the business world, then she would be a success. People with morals used their morals to excuse their poverty. Jo would never again make an excuse for herself. She had chosen her way, and if it meant using her cunt to get what she wanted, she would use it. Once she might have worried about what some man or other might have thought. But it was men who had led her into this path. So if a man came along who did want to marry her, he'd have to accept her the way she was.
Ferdin's pulsing penis shot lesser and lesser amounts of sperm into her, and eventually his cock simply quit altogether, looking like a small worm rather than the mighty spear it had resembled earlier.
They dressed, then Jo sat behind Farmer's desk and Ferdin sat in the chair next to her. He stared at her with admiration, recognizing she was more than merely a woman using her body to get what she wanted. She was a hard, calculating businesswoman. But he was determined to make her his mistress, and as a result the two of them quickly came to an agreement. Jo Palmer would have her own agency, and she would take all her girls with her.
CHAPTER SIX
Less than a month later, Jo got her franchise. She deliberately selected the sight of a closed Oldsmobile agency nearby to open her place. She called it the West Long Neck Chevrolet Agency. Letters went out to all the various customers she and the girls had sold during the year. Andy Barker was one of the first ones in, and Jo gave him the full discount she had promised him. In addition, he balled three different girls. Jo knew he'd be back the following year.
Her showroom was a little smaller than the Long Neck showroom, with room for two less cars, but Jo wasn't worried. Her business was a rousing success and, equally important, the Long Neck agency would shortly be out of business. Steve Marquette had done some hasty hiring of new sales people, but who wanted to go to his showroom when he could come to the West Long Neck showroom and see six women sitting around in tight miniskirts with lots of cleavage showing above transparent blouses which revealed there were no brassieres underneath.
Eric Farmer and Steve Marquette would pay for what they had done to her, humiliating her and shaming her. They would pay dearly, losing their livelihoods.
Jo, herself, still wore maxi-skirts. It made her stand out in a showroom full of minis.
At the end of the first month, Jo and Judy stayed behind one night to check over the books, though their bookkeepers were highly efficient. Jo merely wanted to make sure she knew every phase of the agency she now owned, thanks to Norman Ferdin.
It was a few minutes before nine o'clock, and Jo had sent the other girls home a little earlier. Judy went to the local diner to get some sandwiches since they'd be working for two or three hours. Jo was alone in the plush office that was hers when she felt a sudden chill run through her. Looking up, she found herself facing Steve Marquette and Eric Farmer. Judy had forgotten to lock the door and the two of them had walked in.
"You did it," Marquette said in his soft voice. "You really went ahead and did it. I have to give you credit. You went and aced me out of my job the only way I never thought of. We're doing so badly since you left, we'll have to close out everything by the end of next month."
"That's too bad," Jo replied, leaning back in her swivel chair, staring at the two of them across her desk.
"We decided," Farmer told her, "that since you're fucking us in a figurative sense, before we went out of business we ought to fuck you in a literal sense, one more time. And it will be a fuck you'll never forget, I promise you that."
Jo felt her heart leap into her throat. She had thought herself past the point where the threat of intercourse would frighten her. But no, these men still scared her, perhaps because of their basically cruel natures. They frightened her even more than a crude man like Andy Barker. Barker wanted his jollies and he didn't care who he fucked to get them, but he was never intentionally cruel. Both Farmer and Marquette were precisely that.
"Just what do the two of you intend doing?" she asked, feeling chilling sensations shudder through her.
"Well, to begin with, neither of us has ever fucked you," Marquette told her. "That's something we intend remedying tonight. We'll begin with me fucking that tight little cunt of yours."
"I could scream," Jo told him.
"What good would that do?" Marquette asked. "There's no one around to hear you. We took the precaution of blocking the front door so no one else can come in."
"Face it, Jo," Farmer said. "The two of us are going to fuck you. There's no way you can get out of it."
"And just where do the pair of you intend fucking me?" she asked, angry at herself for not having foreseen something like this.
"Why not right here, on your new office carpet," Farmer laughed.
"Here?" she asked, feeling more afraid than ever.
"Why not?" Marquette laughed. "I mean, there's a lot of room on the floor. Besides, we're the perfect pair to break in that virgin carpet, anyway."
"And if we like it enough," Farmer told her, "We'll come back at different intervals and continue fucking you and the other girls, as well."
"You're taking an awful lot for granted," Jo told them. "Suppose I don't want to let the two of you violate my body."
"You don't have much choice," Marquette snapped. "You bitch! You went and ruined us completely. Well, by the time we're through with you, you'll wish you'd never walked into our agency."
"You mean it's all right for the two of you to shit on me, but when I fight back, I'm a bitch."
"That about sums it up," Farmer nodded. "So suppose you take your clothes off before we tear them off you."
Jo let her shoulders fall in a gesture of defeat. There was no way she'd be able to get out of this ... at least not tonight. Trembling, she stood and slowly undid her clothing and removed everything, draping her garments on her desk. She noticed Farmer and Marquette weren't wasting any time. They were undressing along with her. It had been a long time since she had seen their bodies. Eric Farmer's body looked almost pitiful, though his hard cock still stood out as strong as ever. But Steve Marquette's cock was still the main enemy, looking like the formidable foe it was.
"And what disgusting way have you chosen to warm me up, tonight?" Jo asked.
"No warm-ups," Marquette told her. "Not this time. That tiny, narrow pussy of yours deserves every inch of my thick cock while the walls are still dry."
Marquette grabbed the frightened woman and threw her to the floor as she screamed, "You'll kill me that way. Don't do this!"
"Well," Marquette laughed, "can you think of a better way to die?"
He gripped his cock firmly, guided it to her tight, dry orifice, and slowly began pushing, seeing the anguish on her face. He was hurting her and enjoying every moment of it.
"Ohhhhhh ... Goddddd ... stopppp ... it hurrrrts...." she wailed.
"This is only the beginning, Jo," Marquette laughed. "You can't imagine the meaning of pain until you feel what's going to take place, next."
"What are you talking about?" Jo gasped, tears flowing from her eyes as the hard cock stretched her dry interior. God! The hurt was unbelievable, and for the first time in a long time her dormant conscience awoke, sniggering, telling her this agony was what she deserved for being such a tramp.
Marquette put his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed, all but tearing the muscles as he opened her loins even wider. Laughing, he crammed more of his thick penis into the weeping depths of her seethingly tight, dryly contracted pussy. He pumped repeatedly, and the thick member forced itself ever deeper into Jo's tightly crushing cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, Goddddd!! ! " Marquette gasped. "Eric, I'm telling you, you haven't felt anything this tight. You should have fucked her while she was dry."
"In a way that's just what I'm going to do," Eric Farmer laughed. "While you're fucking her tight cunt, I intend fucking her ass. The pressure of my cock in her ass will make her cunt even tighter."
"Yeah," Marquette laughed. "And my cock filling her cunt will make the tunnel of her ass even narrower. Hey, that's a great idea."
"My God, NO!" Jo screamed, writhing insanely on the thick spear crammed almost all the way into her tight muff. "In the name of humanity, you can't do a thing like that. Beat me, hit me, stick your penis into my mouth, but not in my behind ... please."
"You go on and fuck her in the ass, Eric ' Marquette magnanimously offered.
The statement burned into the young woman's brain, The two of them were more than sadists. They were obviously crazy. Marquette was already tearing her vagina to pieces, shredding the dry membranes inside, and now he was agreeing with Farmer that the latter should fill her rectum with his cock. The two of them were maniacs. True, Judy had fingered her there while eating her pussy, and she had to admit the two fingers had felt good inside her. But the fingers had gently worked their way in, covered with a lot of cuntal moisture. But a cock ... a cock would never fit in there. And Eric Farmer's cock was a fat enough cock. There was no question but that it would be impossible to shove it inside.
Turning her head, Jo stared at Eric farmer and saw the light of lust igniting his eyes. His own suggestion pleased him, mightily. He was breathing very heavily, and his panting echoed throughout the room.
"Damn it all," Farmer nodded, "I am definitely going to fuck that tight ass."
His hard, firm penis was leaping up and down with wild anxiety. The burning red tip on what looked like an albino shaft looked ridiculous, bobbing as it did, twitching with menace as Farmer continued thinking about sodomizing the young woman.
Jo saw how the idea was eating him up. He was obsessed with it. Yes, he'd be able to really punish her by fucking her tight ass-hole.
"Roll her over, Steve," the white-haired man said. "It's going to be a pleasure to pump into this woman's behind. It won't settle the score between us, but it's a beginning."
Jo heard the quivering lust in the older man's voice as he told Marquette to roll her over. Marquette, still balanced on his knees, strained, driving the last inch of his pulsating penis into her stretched depths, humping, pumping, shoving, forcing, gasping and sighing as he drove his strained cock all the way into her stretched tunnel. He pushed harder and harder, and Jo screamed louder, the agony of his throbbing flesh in her dry well causing overpowering pain. He kept cramming the cock until the full length of the massive missile was inside, and Jo, with tears streaming down her face, felt herself being roughly pulled against Marquette's very hairy body as he rolled over so she was the one on top. His hands reached down and each cupped the full moon of an ass-cheek, firmly holding her in place.
This was truly humiliating. Jo hadn't felt this ashamed since the time Marquette had forced this very same cock down her throat. Her hot cunt was aflame, but not with licentiousness. It was burning with pain from the intense stretching it was receiving from Marquette's swollen cock. If only the son of a bitch had waited until she was wet. But no, there was no pleasure for him unless he was humiliating her. And now her buns were sticking up in the air as she lay against Marquette, her cunt still fully absorbing the punishing length of his stiff prick. Her ass was vulnerable to Farmer. Jesus! With that lance he sported the white-haired man would tear her rectum apart. Jo sensed him kneeling behind her, and it made more tears flow from her eyes, which, in turn, caused Marquette to laugh out loud.
"Please," she begged. "Please, both of you, don't do this. I've never done any physical damage to either of you. Why are the both of you so intent on hurting me this way? I'd never do a thing like this to anyone."
"It's the only way we can get even," Farmer told her.
Jo's brain was whirling, a totally confused mass of apprehensive incomprehension. All this could kill her. Her one hope lay in Judy's realizing something was wrong when she came back. Judy was a much stronger woman than herself. Judy would know just what to do to make certain these animals never molested her again. Judy was her one hope.
But even as she thought about her friend she felt the swollen pulsations of Steve Marquette's throbbing cock as it flexed inside her. And she abruptly realized her body, without her wanting it to happen, was slowly but surely becoming aroused. Little by little her inner juices were starting to flow in the tightness of her filled vaginal cavern. The walls were slowly being oiled, and her internal self was naturally opening and adjusting to the throbbing of the hardness filling it.
Marquette gripped the young woman tightly, his long, thick penis impaled to its full depth in the slowly moistening cloister of Jo's trembling vagina. His knees kept her soft, lovely, tender thighs licentiously spread apart, leaving her cutely puckered nether hole nakedly exposed to the perverse assault Eric Farmer intended attempting. Jo felt completely helpless, and she tremblingly gasped, realizing there simply was nothing on earth to save her from the terrifying lust of these two evil men.
Farmer moved between her quivering, widespread buttocks, staring at the tight little mounds, leaning down and pressing his face close to where Steve Marquette's cock was fully buried in the sucking depths of her hot cunt. The angle of her ass-cheeks was such, the smooth, whitely rounded globes were pulled far apart, exposing her tiny, brown bud.
"You know," Farmer murmured, still staring at the way it seemingly winked at him. "I'll bet she's never been fucked back there. I'll bet her ass-hole is still cherry."
"Then by all means, take her anal virginity,"
Marquette insisted. "Fuck her good, Eric."
Farmer stared at the tightness of her ass-hole, looking like a little brown star above the cock-filled cunt that was already starting to dribble juices down the length of Marquette's throbbing penis, onto his balls. Her vagina looked like a tightly closed mouth with lips nibbling on the hardness thrust between them. Yes, even though her vagina had been dry, it had capably taken Marquette's cock. But her ass ... well that was something else again. It was a much narrower pucker, and there was no doubt no cock had ever breached it. This was going to be a very tight fit.
Without saying a word, Farmer extended his forefinger, probing carefully into the snug, rubbery tightness of Jo's resisting rear passage. He decided to widen it a little before ramming his hard cock inside, otherwise her hole just might not open up enough for him to fit inside.
Jo instantly tightened her rectal pucker, and as a result she immediately felt pain as he forced his finger into her. This was the first time a finger was probing into her rectum with a penis already in her cunt, and it was making her rear passageway much tighter. She squeezed her sphincter muscle as tight as possible, but even then her body was trembling as inner lust continued seeping through her, getting her hotter. She sensed a licentious thrill.
Jesus! These two bastards were something else, always looking to harm someone else, just for the fun of it. And yet, what they were doing to her seemed like a fitting punishment as far as her conscience was concerned. The white-haired man who had once been her employer was now going to spike his throbbing cock into the tiny, narrow hole between her ass-cheeks to give her more agony. He wasn't going to bother moistening the area with a little saliva, but he was shoving his finger in there to widen her ... not because he was concerned with what she felt, but because he wanted to make certain his hard prick fitted into her. There was no consideration for her. And with Steve Marquette's cock in her cunt, ramming against the membranous wall separating her ass from her vagina, there would be agonizing pain, the like of which she had yet to feel.
Even so, there was a latent streak of masochism in Jo, and as the finger wormed deeper into her rectum, she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. The moving finger was slowly but surely enlarging the dry, tiny oval of her ass-hole, preparing it for the skewering entrance of his stabbing penis.
Jo felt Farmer's finger pushing deeper and deeper into her anal canal, and turning her head, she saw the hungry anticipation written all over his face. He was hungry to fuck her ass, all right. It was not only a question of hurting her. The two were intent on robbing her of her self-respect. Yes, it took cruel, unfeeling men like these to get ahead in the business world, and she had proved she was no less cruel than they.
Jo vainly attempted to wiggle her buttocks away from the white-haired man, trying to escape the unnatural assault of his digging finger. But it was to no avail. He was plunging his finger in and out, in and out, and her ass-hole was eagerly sucking it in. She sensed the pressure of the finger as it rubbed against the membrane separating her ass from her cunt. It felt as if the finger was rubbing the underside of Marquette's throbbing cock, pressing against the same wall from the opposite side.
Farmer was unable to restrain himself. He pulled his finger from the tightness of her rectal hallway. It made a lewd popping sound when it pulled out, and this excited him even more. His churning balls felt as if they would explode in the protective sac of wrinkled flesh that surrounded them.
Jo felt her torso being tugged all the more tightly against Marquette's hairy body. Then she felt Farmer lean across her back, his white, steel wool-like hair scratching the smooth softness of her tender skin as he placed the rounded tip of his lasciviously bloated phallus between the soft cushions of her tender ass. He pressed forward, digging it into the softly yielding crevice, touching her anal pucker. Marquette held Jo even more tightly, forcing her body all the way down on his throbbing shaft, and Farmer began shoving forward. The massive penile point began thrusting solidly into her narrow tightness, stretching the tiny opening as the cherry-red tip of Farmer's phallus flexed with salacious anxiety.
"Ohhhhhh! Hhhhuuuunnnngggghhhh!" Jo grunted as the heavy penis pushed, relentlessly expanding the tightness of her sphincter.
Jo trembled, wondering if she would be able to survive this obscene punishment. The pain was far greater than anything her tortured body had ever been able to stand, before. She felt Farmer lurch forward again, and the pain became too much for her to bear. She knew her body would never be able to withstand much more of this. He was going to kill her by ripping her rectum right out of her.
"For God's sake!" she screamed. "No more ... NO MORE..."
She was squirming insanely, yelling and protesting in vain, futilely trying to tug herself away from the heavy pressure as mounting torment continued driving its way into her soft body. But the two men had her firmly restrained between them.
Ignoring her loud pleas, Farmer slammed his lust-bloated cock forward again, using all his strength. He pushed hard, then pushed harder, and then he suddenly felt her tightly clenched rectal ring abruptly surrender to the force of his pressure. Ramming with all his strength, he shoved his swollen cockhead into her small, narrow anal opening, widely stretching it ... feeling it close around his throbbing penis like the jaws of a bear trap.
"Yiiiii-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH..." Jo screamed as her speared ass-hole was wickedly opened to a size she had never known before. The agony of his sodomizing attack thrust itself into her brain with the force Of a ten-ton trailer truck. She desperately tried freeing herself, but there was no way. And in her body a strong conflict took place between overpowering agony and the diffused thrills of heady lust. Yet, in a way, this all seemed like the natural culmination of everything that had begun the day she had walked into the Long Neck Chevrolet Agency. She didn't know why, but Jo suddenly gave up struggling, determined to once again accept the humiliation being dealt her.
Farmer felt her surrender, and responded by solidly attacking with his thrusting hips while lifting his flabby stomach out of the way. He nailed his hardened pole of wrathful flesh three inches into the narrow, rubbery tunnel, making Jo scream in agony again and again. Her strong sphincter tightly clamped around his hard cock, but the delicious pressure only served to make him that much more anxious. He'd show this bitch. What he'd worked to build up all his life she had destroyed in less than a year. And he'd make her pay by burying the full length of his throbbing prick in the heated tightness of her ass and her large intestine. So he shoved again, and the softly tender walls of Jo's rectum, now being lubricated by the oily emissions from Farmer's throbbing cock seemed to yield the least little bit more willingly. He pushed forward, ramming his thighs against her tender buttocks.
"Hhhhhaaaannnngggghhhh!!!" the young woman screamed.
She felt as if a hot, slender pellet had been wickedly thrust into the depths of her rectum, as if someone was trying to slice her in two with a hot length of wire. Her trembling loins were stretched. Two phalluses were crammed in her with the basic intention of pleasing the men to whom they were attached. Here she was, helplessly sandwiched between them, though the initial pain in her rectum was finally easing. But even as the agony softened, the raging heat that was building steadily in her body continued enlarging and swelling. The thrills were now heightened to a fantastic peak, turning the passion and shrinking pain in her body into an erotic blend of thrilling delight. The vibrant sensations in her trembling belly became stronger with each passing moment.
"Come on," Marquette snapped at his boss, "start fucking, already." He was underneath and had to bear the weight of both, Jo and Farmer.
"Christ!" Farmer gasped. "She has such a fucking tight ass."
Jo felt his buried penis sucked into the bottom of her colon as the man ground against her, as if trying to fuck his throbbingly hard prick deeper into her body. Even now, Jo was feeling a strong tingling thrill in the depths of her rectum as Farmer and Marquette tried fucking her in rhythm. The two penises started moving in tandem, one in while the other moved out, then one out while the other moved in. As the seconds passed Jo felt herself thriving on the pressure of the two hard pricks, literally loving the sensations she was feeling. She was still crying out, but her cries were no longer cries of agony. Rather they were sighs of gasping lust as Jo clamped her eyes shut, the better to appreciate the deliciously sweet ecstasy starting to flow through her. And when she finally opened her eyes they were glazed with licentiously delightful sensations. It was good and getting better.
Jo's moistly pink tongue circled her parched lips repeatedly, and the thrilling tension increased even more as the pain within continued fading away. Little by little the wrenching agony was disappearing and all Jo felt was the totally wonderful impalement of the two pricks in her moving body.
"Ohhhhhh Gdddddd!" Jo yelled. "Fuck me, you two sons of bitches. YESSSSSS! FUCK ME HARDERRRRR ... harderrrrr ... come on, both of you ... fuck ... fuck ... FUCK...."
She was screaming at her two former bosses at the top of her lungs, and the two men responded, proving they were more than anxious to grant her request. Their rhythm was perfect, now. Marquette's hips would angle up as he shoved his long, thick penis into her sucking cunt, while at the same time Farmer's white penis raced into the hotly anxious flesh of her anal tunnel. Jo felt pincered between them, hearing their heavy breathing in her ears, feeling their gasps wash over her face and neck. This was wilder and more exciting than anything she had ever known before, not because either of the men fucking her was that great, but because they were doing it in tandem. Two cocks moving through her body definitely felt better than one, and now that she had been opened up to this possibility, it was something she intended exploring at greater length, but with two 'men of her choosing. Her ass-hole and her vagina squeezed and crushed the two phalluses in her body. She was desperately intent on milking both of them of all their semen. Judy had introduced her to the Pill long ago, and she wasn't worried about becoming pregnant.
Her own orgasms were hiding somewhere within her. She felt them lurking nearby, but they were there. Right now they were slow in making themselves known, but even as she thought about them, Jo knew she was about to experience the best set of crises she had ever known. Two were going to hit her at the same time. She sensed the way they were building inside her, enlarging in both, her vagina and her rectum at the same time. Christ! If she had a cock shoved down her throat, and a tongue on her clitoris, she'd really be fulfilled. Her mouth already had the taste of orgasm in it, and her nostrils quivered with the scent of it, all blending together with the quivering sensations in her belly. Shortly, she would feel it all culminating in both, her screaming rectum and her wonderfully frothing vagina. This was total fulfillment, and Jo was soaring higher and higher, the wondrous peak almost within reach.
Sandwiched between the two bodies Jo shuddered with powerful orgiastic energy, her clutching vagina and clinging rectum sucking with heavily violent strength. Her continually erotic movements eventually proved to be a trigger for all the electrical passion shooting through the three of them.
Farmer's white phallus slammed far into her large intestine and he began shouting, "YYYYYAAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAAGGGGHHHH!! ! "
Both penises were sunk to the limit in Jo's trembling body, and now Marquette began shouting, "YYYYEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" The two poles were firing their sizzling sperm into the thirsty depths of her aching body, and the squirting fluid was all Jo needed to set her own body off.
"EEEEYYYYIIIIAAAAGGGGHHHH!! ! " she screamed at the top of her lungs, shrieking again and again. Her body thrashed from side to side, totally out of control. It was the most fantastic orgasm she had ever experienced.
Jo fell forward on top of Steve Marquette, feeling Eric Farmer fall on top of her. She felt both their hearts beating against her body, and then a strange thing happened. She only felt one heartbeat. Eric Farmer's weight on her seemed intolerable, and she twisted hard, feeling him slide off and fall to the floor, his penis falling out of her.
That was the moment that the police broke into the agency. They came running into the room with Judy right behind them.
"What happened here?" the senior office was asking.
"They were raping her," Judy screamed at them. "I saw them come inside and block the front door, so I called you people."
"Hey, Sarge," one of the officers called to the senior policeman, kneeling over the body of Eric Farmer. "This guy's had it. Looks like he bought himself a ticket to the happy hunting grounds."
"Looks like you'll be standing trial for rape by yourself," the sergeant said to Steve Marquette. "From the look of things, you're in big trouble, buddy."
"So what?" Marquette shrugged as Jo was pulled off him. "Prison seems like a very secure place to be, at the moment. If I can't sell cars, at least I can make the license plates that are put on them."
"I'll order a special one just so you can make it," Jo breathed at him as Judy found a blanket and covered her with it.
"You know something," Marquette said to her. "If I had to do it all over again, I'd do it the same way. Christ! But you have some body. You're a pleasure to fuck."
"All you had to do was say please, once upon a time, and my body would have been all yours," Jo told him. "But you egotists can't see beyond your noses. Good-bye, Steve, it might have been nice knowing you ... too bad it wasn't."
"Now what?" Judy asked, once the police had left.
"Now," Jo told her, "we take over Farmer's franchise as well, and we really get rolling. Honey, we have just begun to sell. I figure that within five years we'll be able to take over the entire Chevrolet division of GM. And in another six or seven years, we should be in control of the entire company. You with me?"
"You bet," Judy nodded, rubbing her own pussy for good luck.
