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The Art of The Deal
or
How To Close Escrow
Chapter 1
Judy Penncroft lay on her back, savoring the soft, silent
morning. The weight of Mark, her husband, pressed the double bed
mattress down beside her, rolling her slightly towards him. She
thought of that pressure and warmth being missing, of the bed
being empty, and winced at the gut-twisting stab of pain this
thought brought.
Resolutely, she forced her mind away from the dread
possibility that was rapidly becoming a certainty. Instead she
told herself to be glad that Mark was sleeping quietly for a
change. Sometimes, more and more rarely, there was the perfect
combination of circumstances needed to give him total peace.
Either physical or mental agony almost always kept him twisting
and turning restlessly in a sweaty tangle of sheets. Or, what was
even worse, he would lie there rigid, his muscles knotted and
straining as he wrestled silently with his torment.
As Judy slipped silently out of bed, twinges of pain reminded
her of one of the reasons for Mark's tranquil sleep. The bruised
ache in her shoulders was mute evidence of the power of his grasp
on her the night before. In her crotch, on the insides of her
thighs and her pubic hair, was a dry, tugging, crusty feeling.
In the shower, Judy felt the mild bruises, the stiffness, the
dried semen all dissolving away. It was a sad feeling. Flinching
away from that train of thought, she recalled how it had all
begun.
* * *
As she passed Mark's chair with the last coffee cup, his arm
snaked out, grasped her around the waist and hauled her down on
his lap, squealing and giggling. The cup and saucer went flying
and bouncing across the floor in a clattering testimony to their
durability.
"Mark!" Judy protested.
With a growl of mock ferocity, Mark gripped the sides of her
pretty face, twisting her head, his fingers tugging through her
short black hair. His lips met hers in a savage, primitive kiss.
His tongue drove between her lips, wedging her teeth open.
Even as she felt her passion boiling upward, Judy pushed
defensively against her husband. Her hand slipped down his arm and
touched the bandages and the hard plastic tubes jutting from his
flesh. She jerked her hand away as if she had been burned.
She felt Mark's grip on her change, felt his tongue retreat
from her mouth, felt his muscles go rigid. Desperately, before he
could escape, Judy forced her tongue to follow his, to drive into
his strong mouth. Twisting her torso, she ground her small, firm
breasts against his hard chest. Her petite body writhed in his lap
in a primitive dance of desire as she rekindled his faded
passions.
The quivering tautness of his muscles changed slowly into the
soft but more demanding grasp of sexual need, and Judy's
desperation relaxed and became genuine lust. With her arms
engulfing his head and neck, she snuggled herself deeper in his
arms as their mouths worked and mingled in a sucking, devouring
kiss. His hand slid from her back around her side, stroking the
sweeping curve of her rib cage, then cupping and molding to one of
her gentle breasts.
Heat built in Judy, sweeping through her. She responded to
the warm grasp on her breast by pushing against it, arching her
spine and twisting. Her bare legs twined sensuously as the crotch
of her shorts bunched up against her pussy. Under her firm bottom
she could feel the sturdy lump of Mark's cock hardening and
thrusting at her eagerly.
Releasing her breast, Mark hooked his arm under her legs.
With an easy heave, he lifted her and stood up, spinning her
giddily as he headed for the bedroom. As always, the display of
masculine power thrilled Judy. She clung to Mark's sturdy neck,
her head on his shoulder as he carried her down the short hall to
their bedroom.
Mark slammed the door behind him with an easy kick of one
foot, carried her to the bed, and dropped her from three feet up.
Breathless from the suddenness of it all, Judy bounced wildly
once, then lay still. She was boiling inside, burning up with
sexual need. But all she could do was lie there on her back,
waiting for him, her arms out to her sides, one leg bent
gracefully.
As she lay there, she studied Mark as he stripped off his
clothes. Resolutely, carefully, she refused to look at the
plastic shunts set deeply in the veins of his left arm. Instead
she focused her eyes on the powerful flex of the muscles in his
chest, the powerful column of his neck, the hot avid interest in
his dark brown eyes. She ignored the fact that his torso had lost
much of its strength and firmness, that the muscles were slowly
and inevitably losing their tone under the ceaseless assault of
the disease.
Fortunately, his cock had lost none of its impatient,
powerful thrust. Judy's jaw knotted at the sight of his sturdy
phallus. It swayed heavily, the base buried in a thick, curling
mat of pubic hair. The purple head was swollen with need, and the
column supporting it pulsed and swelled visibly.
The sight of her husband's cock, so ready to penetrate her,
made Judy lick her lips in excitement. She wanted to move, to get
her body stripped and exposed and ready for him, but her muscles
were only capable of quivering, so great was her need. Still
lying on her back, all she could do was put all her energy into
the desperate pleading in her eyes.
She whimpered softly with ecstasy as her nude lover bent over
her, his strong experienced fingers opening the buttons of her
blouse with deft skill. Slowly, worshipfully, he unbuttoned her
blouse from top to bottom, exposing a central stripe of her trim
torso. Then he lifted her with one hand on the back of her neck
and stripped away her blouse as easily as if he were undressing a
baby. Then he let her gently back down on the bed.
His eyes swept from her face, with its sprinkling of freckles
across nose and cheeks, down to the pale mounds of her breasts.
Her nipples, small and pink, jutted up sharply, demandingly. The
muscles in her flat stomach rippled and shivered eagerly.
There was no shaking or trembling in Mark's hands as he
reached for the snap, and fly front, of her shorts. She felt her
pants loosen, felt cool air touch her bare skin. When his hands
gripped her shorts, she lifted her hips clear of the bed.
Mark paused. His heart was hammering as he studied Judy's
nearly nude body. Her skin was golden tan where the sun had
touched her, pale white where it hadn't. The tops of her breasts
were sprinkled with a delicate pattern of freckles that made the
paleness of her unexposed flesh seem even whiter. The white
raciness of her bikini panties glowed against the even tan of her
flat tummy and gracefully slender thighs. Through the flimsy white
fabric Mark could see the dark, exciting shadow of her pubic
triangle. Reaching down, he hooked his fingers into the elastic of
her panties.
Judy lifted her hips again, and felt the elastic of her
underpants cut into the firm flesh of her ass. She felt her
panties sliding downward, felt cool air caress her more and more
intimately. Then Mark was whipping the panties down and off her
legs and she was kicking her feet free of them.
She was naked. She posed - arched her back gently, sucked
her stomach in. One leg was bent, the other straight, doing
nothing to conceal her sex.
"Dear God!" Mark whispered as he lowered himself onto her.
His hands gripped her shoulders with desperate urgent, bruising
need.
Judy felt his weight come down on her and let the wind blast
from her lungs with relief and satisfaction. Twisting her head so
her mouth met his, she clutched at him with the same desperation
with which he was holding her. Bare skin slid against bare skin
with a hot, satiny softness that was broken and emphasized by the
scratch of harsh body hair.
Judy rolled her hips toward Mark's. Spreading her legs, she
clasped one of his strong hairy thighs between hers, pressing the
hot nest of her pussy against his hard muscle. She felt the hot
shaft of his erect prick pressing against her soft flesh.
Slipping one slender hand between them, she curled her fingers
around the rock-hard, engorged cylinder of his cock. She squeezed
it to reassure herself of its reality, its power, and its
hardness.
Mark's hand slid down Judy's side and she rolled back on her
back. She let her legs slide open to expose the heart of her sex.
His hand scraped over the tender expanse of her stomach, pressed
the curls of her pubic bush flat and entered the moist folds of
her pussy. One big finger slid into her hot, oozing nest, probed
into the salivating hole of her vagina.
Mark was being torn apart. Judy's body, so small and
graceful and young, seemed to beg to be treated roughly. But,
afraid of his own strength, he fought to temper his caresses with
tenderness. But he knew that in the end, their animal instincts
would have them both clawing at each other. Her small frame and
lithe, gymnastics-trained muscles could almost match his sturdy
body and powerful muscles thrust for thrust.
Hooking his finger in her hot, wet, slick vagina, he pulled
upward against her pubic arch, crushing her clitoris with his
palm. He felt her fingers tighten convulsively around his prick
and milk the hard cylinder with a steely almost masculine strength
acquired on the uneven parallel bars.
Judy rolled her head from side to side as wave after wave of
pleasure washed through her. The hot bar of Mark's cock in her
hand was ready and eager. She licked lips that were suddenly,
perversely, hot and dry - although her mouth was watering with a
primitive appetite. Deliberately, she remained on her back,
battling the urge to turn on Mark and engulf his body with hers.
She loved tormenting herself, loved the feel of a finger hooked in
her pussy, loved the hard pressure of his body alongside hers,
loved the touch of cool air on the inflamed tips of her breasts.
Her well-rounded hips began to roll and twist with her
steadily increasing need. She scrubbed the wiry bush of her pussy
against his invading hand. The muscles on the insides of her
thighs were quivering. Her breathing was ragged and uneven as her
rib cage and diaphragm lost coordination and began battling each
other.
The finger hooked deep in her slick channel was too little to
do more than inflame her. The muscles of her vagina clenched and
squeezed but Mark's probe was too slender to grip tightly. With a
soft whimper of need, Judy tugged on Mark's monster erection,
trying to pull it in the direction of her ravenously hungry pussy.
Her slender body was spread wide, was dying to have his full
weight grinding it down into the mattress.
Mark slid his body over hers and Judy twisted her head. Her
mouth was seeking his, was sucking hungrily. As his bulk covered
her, she reamed her tongue hungrily around in his mouth. He
pulled his hand from her crotch and clutched her. He was smearing
her pale skin with her own secretions as his strong fingers dug
into her ribs. Where once she had been ticklish as a child, now,
as a woman, a light touch sent waves of lust flaming through her
writhing, squirming body.
Ignoring the crushing weight that ground her wrist into her
pubic area, Judy guided the head of Mark's cock to the hot,
dripping funnel of her sex. Only after she had nestled the big,
round knob of his phallus at the entrance to her did she pull her
hand out from between them. Her fingers were sticky and slippery
with Mark's slimy secretions. She smeared his back with his
fluids as she hugged him to her.
When Mark thrust the demanding, hot, hard bulk of his cock
into her the air gusted from Judy's lungs. It felt so good to
have a huge mass filling her pussy. She moved, impatient to have
the entire bulk in her at once. Mark was working his organ into
her socket slowly, tantalizingly, gradually stretching her tight
clinging velvety walls with his engorged prick.
He loved the feel of her body engulfing his shaft. Her
vagina was tight and soft, velvety and slick and hot. She felt
small and vulnerable under him. Her skin was satiny smooth
against his. Her clawing at his back was urging him on. As more
and more of his cock felt the hot clinging embrace of her vagina,
his lust soared higher and higher and higher.
When his cock was jammed completely into her, Mark paused.
Pushing up off of her, he looked down at her. Her nipples were
hard and sharp. His eyes traveled down to where his groin met
hers, where his pubic hair tangled and mingled with hers. He drew
his cock out of her, watched it slide into view. It was shining
and wet. He thrust back into her, deep into her, watching his
cock as it slowly vanished, a monstrous, spitting lance thrusting
deep into her.
"Oh, Mark," Judy sighed. "Oh, fuck me, Mark, fuck me.
Hard."
Mark drew back and rammed at her, hard, and Judy's lust
soared as the monster phallus slammed against the end of her
vagina. Her clit cracked in a haze of pleasure as his pubic arch
smashed it.
When he lowered his weight on her she hugged him desperately,
hungrily. Her hips surged and heaved in opposition to his every
thrust, increasing the force and speed with which his towering
phallus entered her hungry body. Bucking wildly under him, using
the rebounding springs of the bed to increase the violence of
their collisions, she dug her fingers into his powerful muscles,
thrusting aside the sour memory of how much more powerful those
muscles had been before disease had ravaged his kidneys.
Had he wanted to, Mark could have wrapped his arms around
Judy's slender body and squeezed her ribs until they cracked.
Instead, he hooked his arms under her shoulders, and gripped the
sides of her head in his still powerful hands. His teeth clashed
with hers as he tried to devour her. He rutted his cock into her
with driving, pounding heaves.
He ignored the exhaustion that was already eating away at
him. Impatient, desperate to raise her to her peak before his
strength gave out, he rammed at her quickly, sharply. His own
climax was drawing close, a hot, itching ball of fire that would
erupt from his prick in blazing pulses. Every pumping drive of his
hips lifted him one notch closer to the fiery convulsion of
completion. The nerves of his cock became more and more
sensitive, more and more inflamed as he pistoned it in the
velvety, gripping well.
Judy's hips were twisting and jerking mindlessly. Her pelvis
rocked, twisted, wringing her clit between his pubic bone and
hers.
"Aww," she gasped. "Awwww, I'm cumming. Awww, let me have
it. Have it. Have it. Aww, aaww, aw-aw-aw-aw-awwww."
Judy's slender body arched in a muscle-straining, joint-
popping heave as her orgasm roared through her in a tidal wave of
fiery pleasure.
Mark rammed deep into her, thrusting hard, trying to bore his
cock completely into her.
Judy felt his cock pulsing deep inside her. Hot jolts of
semen spattered the end of her vagina as his cock spewed forth its
copious load. As her burning pleasure slowly faded to a
delicious, aching memory, Judy milked his prick with her vagina.
She clung to him, happily engulfed in his strong, masculine aroma.
The rigidity in his muscles departed abruptly. He was panting
with exhaustion as he lay on top of her. He was completely limp.
Judy cuddled his wasted body tenderly, fighting back her tears of
fear and sorrow. At one time a session such as this would have
been only a prelude to an insane night of lovemaking. At one
time, both of them would have considered it a "quickie". But now
it was an ordeal, as exhausting as it was fulfilling, and always
left Mark bone weary and panting, burned out with exhaustion.
Judy held onto her lover desperately. She felt him start to
roll off her and tightened her grip on him. He didn't understand,
he had never understood, just how good it felt to have his full
weight on her. He had always been afraid he was too heavy for
her. No matter how often she told him, he couldn't believe she
loved the desperate effort it took just to breathe when he was
crushing her. And now, with her very life with him threatened,
her determination to hold onto him, to keep his body on top of
hers, to keep his cock in her vagina, was even greater.
She tightened her arms around him in an iron grip. She
hooked her legs around his and clung to him desperately.
* * *
Judy blinked against the glare of the bright sunlight, then
put on her dark glasses. She tried not to look at the unkempt
lawn with its shaggy tussocks of grass and bobbing heads of
dandelions going to seed. When it literally came down to a matter
of life and death, a well-tended lawn was unimportant.
Her short skirt whipped around her bare thighs as she went
briskly down the walk. She focused her mind entirely on the
problem ahead of her. Her life had been reduced to hard-core
basics. Everything she did, and everything Mark did, was aimed at
one goal - keeping him alive for another day, or week, or month,
or, God willing, possibly a year or more.
One by one their avenues of escape had been cut off. It was
almost as if some evil entity were thwarting them. When the
disease had first attacked Mark's kidneys, there had been the
possibility that the damage could be stopped before it went too
far. When that hadn't happened, the doctors had mentioned the
possibility that perhaps the damage wouldn't be permanent, that
some fragments of those vital organs would regenerate and resume
filtering the poisons out of his bloodstream. That hope had
proved as false as the first. Mark's kidneys were gone,
destroyed, totally incapable of performing their task.
For a time there had been the artificial kidney at the
hospital. Hooked up to a stainless steel tank the size of a
washing machine, Mark could survive. And his fate had been placed
in the hands of The Committee. The cost of an artificial kidney
meant that there could never be enough to serve all the patients
who needed one. Some would live and some would die, and The
Committee sat in judgment, playing God, deciding who was to
receive the life-giving treatments and who wasn't.
In the end the bitter decision was that Mark was to be taken
off. No reasons were given. Reasons were never given. Even the
names of the people serving on The Committee were kept secret to
protect them from pleading or harassment or bribery by desperate
patients and families.
Since Mark and Judy couldn't afford a kidney machine, they
had only one faint hope left. It was one of the factors
considered by The Committee. The higher the possibility of a
transplant being made, the more likely the patient was to get time
on the kidney machine. But in Mark's case, the possibility of an
acceptable transplant becoming available was minuscule. He
possessed one of the rarest blood types, and had no living blood
relatives. There seemed almost no chance that tissues could be
matched closely enough to prevent rejection of a foreign organ.
It meant, for the rest of his life, being a slave to a
machine that could filter his blood. And the dialysis unit at the
hospital was available to him only a few more times, would give
him only a few precious weeks of life.
Before then, they had to find some other solution. The only
one left was a home dialysis unit, a machine like the hospital's,
but of their own.
That was their final hope, and Judy was determined not to let
it slip from their grasp. Somewhere, somehow, some way she had to
come up with the money to buy the artificial kidney. Time was
getting short. Mark had lost his job because of his increasing
absences. It was all up to her.
Squaring her shoulders, she arranged a pillow on the back of
the seat so she could reach the pedals, and slid behind the wheel
of the shabby old car, ignoring the sharp point of the spring
protruding from the frayed upholstery. In front of her, the
needle of the speedometer stood stubbornly between the 30 and the
40. The bright sunlight seemed to be swallowed up by the dulled,
rust-mottled hood.
With no skills and no training, Judy had been forced to
struggle from one job to another. When it had become obvious that
she was going to be the sole support for them, and the only
possible source of money for the kidney machine, she had looked
for a job where there was a possibility of earning a large amount
of money rapidly. By working as a go-go dancer in the evenings,
and going to classes during the day, she had managed to get a Real
Estate Agent's license. A few small sales had freed her from her
distasteful evening job - just in time. Since business was bad,
the owner of the night spot had been threatening to go topless and
bottomless and have his dancers wait on tables that way.
It wasn't that Judy was ashamed of her body. Quite the
opposite. She had always been proud of her petite figure. Barely
five feet tall and never having gone over a hundred pounds, she
was neat and trim, almost childish in shape. Gymnastics had
hardened her and molded her into a series of trim, graceful
curves, and sexual maturity had rounded her hips and filled out
her breasts to graceful, feminine mounds. Judy had known that the
bar was being dragged down into a seamy, sleazy twilight area
between the legal and the illegal. Sooner or later the "table
tending" was certain to have degenerated to "entertaining" the
customers, first witn friendly conversation while their horny
glances feasted on her, then physical contact, a reaching patting
hand that wasn't to be discouraged. Eventually, it would have
wound up in one of the back rooms.
Judy had quit as soon as she could.
But since those early successes, the real estate business had
deteriorated. As the end of Mark's time on the kidney machine
drew closer and closer, the listings of houses to be sold had
fallen off. Just living had cut deeper and deeper into the
painfully small, desperately accumulated savings.
Judy finally managed to get the car started. The inside
fittings - door handles and window cranks, rear view mirror,
everything - rattled. Carefully, she moved the shift lever to
drive and eased the accelerator down. The decrepit automatic
transmission lurched quickly through its repertoire until it
reached high. As she pulled away from the curb, Judy could see
the thick fog of oil smoke hanging in the air behind her.
So, Judy thought, she was now down to one last desperate
gamble to keep Mark alive. She knew of a house, a mansion, really
an estate, that might, just might, be going up for sale. If she
succeeded in getting the owner to list it with her, she had a
possible buyer for it.
She needed to get the listing, and make the sale. If she
could pull it off, the commission would be enough to get a kidney
machine. Nothing else mattered but the life-giving machine.
Hot gusts of air puffed through the hole in the rusted fire
wall separating Judy from the engine and swirled up under her
short skirt, bringing with it heat and the stink of burning oil.
The hot blasts warmed the insides of her bare thighs, touched the
crotch of her panties. As she drove toward the home of her
potential client, she was desperate. The potential buyer was
losing faith in her, threatening to go to some other agent to find
the kind of house he wanted. Judy knew this estate wasn't exactly
what the buyer wanted, but was desperately hoping she could
convince him. But first she had to get the owner to decide to
sell, and to decide to give her the listing.
Chapter 2
In front of the impressive door of the house, Judy squared
her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell. She
nibbled nervously on her lower lip as she waited. The facade of
the house was blank and uninformative - not formidable or
frightening, just unhelpful. The windows were like mirrors -
reflecting images of the immaculate lawns and shrubs.
The house was modern - long and low, all on one floor. The
color was a spotless white. The entrance where Judy waited was
set exactly in the center of the front of the house. The door was
a huge slab of wood, four feet wide. The fixtures were brass -
simple, well-polished, and expensive.
The wait for her ring to be answered increased Judy's
nervousness. She wished she was certain of the time. Her watch
had quit working and she couldn't afford to have it fixed.
Reluctantly, she pressed the rectangular ivory button a
second time.
There was a sound and Judy fought the urge to step back
another pace. Determinedly, she held her ground as the door swung
open.
"Good morning, Mrs. Penncroft."
Judy took in the man's robe, his dark hair plastered flat on
his head with water. Had he just been in the shower? "I'm
sorry," she stuttered, "I thought you said . . ."
"I did," he assured her calmly, his voice, a baritone, giving
the impression of restrained power. "Please, come in, Mrs.
Penncroft."
"If it's inconvenient, Mr. Shein, I could come back later?"
Judy suggested timidly, mentally berating herself for her shyness,
and for getting off to such a bad beginning.
"Now is convenient," he said decisively. "Come in. I was
just enjoying my morning workout. We can talk when I finish it."
"Is-Is Mrs. Shein here?" Judy asked. She followed the man
reluctantly, having the feeling that the entire visit was getting
off to a disastrous start. She had never been comfortable with
Steven Shein. In spite of his physical size, only about five foot
six, something about him was intimidating. He had a raw power
about him that had always made her nervous.
"My wife is out for the day," he answered, leading the way to
the glass doors that opened out on the pool and the deck.
Adding to Judy's discomfort was the sight of Mr. Shein's bare
calves below the knee-length robe. Thick curling black hair was
plastered against his well-tanned skin. His powerful muscles
flexed with every step.
"Maybe I should come back some other time?" Judy ventured
again.
Mr. Shein slid the glass door open, stood aside, and motioned
Judy through. "Might as well talk with me right now," he replied.
"Paula will go along with any decision I make."
Judy blinked against the glare and tumbled to get her dark
glasses out. The house, built in the shape of a horseshoe,
perched on a steep hillside. The open end hung out over a void.
"Help yourself to some coffee," Mr. Shein suggested. "I have
only a few more laps to go." He waved her toward a coffeepot on a
table off to one side.
"Uh, thank you." Judy hoped having coffee would give her an
opportunity to regain her composure. The fine bone china cup
clinked softly on the saucer from the shaking of her hand. A loud
splash from the pool almost made her drop it. She carefully
focused her attention on adding sugar and cream, then turned
toward the sound of Mr. Shein sprinting the length of the pool.
Coffee scalded her thumb as the cup lurched, spilling the hot
liquid. Judy wrenched her eyes away from the swimmer, trying not
to stare. Then she couldn't help it, and looked again.
He was naked. His discarded robe lay on a lounge near the
pool. His buttocks, hard and muscled, rolled slightly with every
powerful arm pull, flexed strongly with every kick. Those hard
globes of muscle were only slightly less tan than the strong
shoulders and back. It was obvious he often "worked out" in the
nude.
Judy's hand was shaking, making the cup rattle loudly. She
looked around for some escape, and found none. She wanted to
leave, but didn't dare. Her potential customer had made it clear
he wanted her to stay. If she left now she would lose all chance
for a sale - and the kidney machine.
Still shaking, she perched nervously on the edge of the
lounge. She tried not to stare at the naked man as he swam but
failed. Her eyes tracked him steadily from one end of the pool to
the other. His quick, efficient racing turns at the end of each
lap sent a glittering shower of water high in the air and
displayed a quick flash of trim ass.
Somehow sensing that he was almost finished, Judy set her cup
down and picked up his robe. She wanted to head him off, to keep
him from getting out of the pool and walking straight toward her
to get it.
He touched the end of the pool and stood up smoothly. The
edge of the pool cut just above his groin - all Judy could see was
his bare muscular torso. Desperately, she advanced on him, the
robe extended ahead of herself like a shield.
Mr. Shein placed his palms on the edge of the pool. Just
before she got to him, he vaulted smoothly out. A wave of cool
water sloshed across the deck, soaking Judy's feet, making her
dance awkwardly and ineffectively in an attempt to keep her
sandals dry.
"Thanks, but I'm not done yet," he informed her, brushing the
robe aside. Picking up a towel, he quickly dried his face. He
seemed oblivious of his nudity.
Judy wasn't. She tried to keep from looking at the man, but
couldn't. He was solid muscle. Thick black hair coated his body.
His relaxed cock was short and stubby. Even limp it had an
impressive diameter. Its skin was dark, its head a dusky purple.
Judy wrenched her eyes away, hoping he hadn't noticed her
staring. Clutching the robe tightly in both hands, she went back
to the lounge where she had left her coffee. Picking up the cup
and saucer she turned her back.
"Now - what was it - exactly - that you - wanted?" Mr. Shein
huffed between exercises.
"I wanted to ask you to list your house with me," Judy
stuttered.
"Sorry - I can't - hear you," he responded.
Judy bit her lip and turned around. Her eyes focused
immediately on his cock where it dangled below him as he did push-
ups. The muscles in his arms, back and shoulders flexed
powerfully as he dipped toward the deck, then rose smoothly. She
repeated what she had said about getting the listing. She was
feeling hot inside, and her legs were suddenly very shaky.
Judy's discomfort was anything but eased when her client
stopped exercising and turned to sit facing her, his legs spread
and his arms hooked around his knees. Her gaze went straight up
between his legs to where his cock and balls nestled between his
thick, hairy thighs.
"You think that I am interested in selling this house?" Mr.
Shein asked.
Judy knew he had seen where she was looking and flushed.
"You are, aren't you? You indicated the other day that you were."
"That I might be," he corrected, lying flat on his back on
the deck and putting his hands behind his head, "if the price is
right."
"But . . ."
"Would you hold my feet?" he asked, interrupting her.
"I'd rather . . ."
"I still have to do my sit-ups," he informed her. "Just hold
my feet."
Judy took a tight grip on herself. She had to have this
listing! All the man had asked was for her to help him do his
exercises. If being nude in front of her didn't bother him, why
should it bother her? She knelt on the deck, the hard concrete
bruising and scraping her knees. Hesitantly, she leaned forward
and gripped the man's ankles. His skin felt warm. Her eyes
focused on his bare groin. His cock was rolled slightly to one
side over the lumps of his balls. Droplets of water still gleamed
in the thick, black bush of pubic hair.
"If the price is right," Mr. Shein repeated as he began his
sit-ups. "Paula and I bought this place two years ago for a half
a million."
"I know," Judy responded, trying to force her eyes away from
his penis, and not succeeding. She felt a trickle of sweat start
down from the base of her throat toward the valley between her
breasts. She was suddenly conscious of her lack of a bra and her
nipples stiffened.
"How much do you think it is worth now?" the man asked, his
head sweeping up, then down as he forced it to touch his knees.
It was a jolt when Judy realized he could look straight down
the neckline of her blouse and see her gently swaying, naked
breasts.
"W - well over a million," she muttered. Her eyes were still
glued to Steven Shein's cock. It seemed to be swelling and
expanding.
"Minimum a million and a half," he informed her.
Judy tried to figure some way to cut off his view of her
breasts. She tried hunching her shoulders and bringing her arms
close together, then realised that only opened the neckline of her
blouse further while pressing her breasts inward, deepening the
hollow between them.
"I can get it for you," she assured him, trying to keep her
mind on business. His cock was getting harder and larger, sliding
sideways as it stiffened and lifted. Judy gulped.
"Not enough," Shein panted.
"What?" Judy asked. The man's cock was becoming monstrous.
It lay across one thigh now, a massive lump of gristle, pulsing
and still expanding.
"Any broker in town can get me a million and a half," Shein
countered.
Judy felt his breath on her face as he swept past her. She
wanted to use one hand or arm to conceal her breasts, but her
hands weren't big enough to use just one of them to hold his
ankles.
"I might - maybe two million," Judy stammered.
It was a relief when he stopped doing sit-ups and sat,
leaning back on his arms. Judy released his ankles and sat back
gratefully. Her blouse brushed the tips of her breasts, making
the excited nipples burn. She tore her eyes off Shein's powerful,
pulsing erection and tried to meet his bold gaze.
"Better," he conceded, "if you're telling the truth. But I
imagine there are other agents that could match that."
Judy was getting frustrated. She was promising him four
times what he had paid for the house. She thought she might be
able to get it from her potential customer. She knew no other
agent in town would risk sticking his neck out with an offer like
that. She didn't dare suggest a higher figure. "Mr. Shein, I . .
."
"Let's go swimming," he said abruptly, getting easily to his
feet.
Judy struggled upward awkwardly. "I don't have a suit," she
pointed out.
"Neither do I," Shein said matter-of-factly. He reached for
the front of her blouse.
"Mr. Shein, please," Judy protested, backing away.
"You'd be surprised how a nice swim will put a different
complexion on things," he insisted, reaching for her buttons.
"Mr. Shein!" Judy exclaimed, gripping his wrists.
His eyes met hers. There suddenly was an unrelenting
hardness in his gaze. "Mrs. Penncroft?"
Judy knew exactly what he was saying with just those two
words. Right here, and right now, she could lose the listing
before she even had it. Did he know how desperately she needed the
money?
"All - all right," she agreed reluctantly, easing her grip on
his powerful wrists.
"I thought you'd see things my way," he said confidently.
His strong fingers deftly freed her buttons.
Judy hung her head in shame and let him strip her blouse off
her. She was agonizingly conscious of her small, firm breasts and
their sharp tips. The man's all-over tan made her painfully aware
of the paleness of her breasts.
He unfastened her skirt, eased it over the swell of her hips
and dropped it around her ankles. The top edge of her panties cut
low on the gentle swell of her belly. They were nearly
transparent, showing the dark mat of her pubic triangle. Her
faint hope he would leave her with at least that shred of modesty
vanished when he hooked his thumbs under the elastic. He hauled
the tiny panties down. As he knelt in front of her there was no
hint of subservience in the pose. Efficiently, he stripped her
last covering down to her ankles, then held them and her skirt
with one hand while he lifted her feet free of the tangle. Then
her sandals were unbuckled and he was standing in front of her.
Judy cupped a hand demurely over her sex, crossed an arm
across her breasts. She let her head hang, conscious of the air
touching her boldly all over, even more conscious of the hot eyes
raking over her bare body. "Mr. Shein, I . . . Judy started,
ready to plead for the listing.
His hand closed around the wrist at her crotch, dragging that
feeble cover away from her dark shy triangle. "A swim," he
insisted, pulling her toward the water.
Judy tottered after him to the edge of the pool. His grip on
her arm was tight and hard as steel. Out of the corner of her eye
she could see the bobbing bludgeon of his aroused, monster cock.
Without releasing her, he walked directly off the edge of the
pool, pulling her in with him. The water blasted over Judy,
splashing her face as her feet jarred hard against the bottom of
the pool. The sudden chill after the merciless hot glare of the
sun made her suck in a gasp of air. The icy liquid cut deep into
her uncovered pussy, splattered her chest and back. A tug on her
wrist as Steven Shein leaned forward dragged Judy with him. Then
he released her. Gamely, Judy struck out alongside him, figuring
that was what he wanted. The cool water swept over her whole
body. Tickling cool currents brushed intimately over her naked
skin. As she kicked, bold eddies explored her sex and her ass.
As they swam from one end of the pool to the other, Judy was
conscious of the power of the man beside her. From time to time
his bare skin would brush hers, an arm, hip, or leg that would
feel scalding hot in comparison with the cool pool.
Her hand touched the end of the pool and Judy stopped
swimming, and let her legs swing under her. As Steven Shein
floated languidly beside her, she hooked her elbows over the edge
of the pool, pressed her front defensively against the cool,
smooth concrete. She twisted her head at the touch of a hand on
the back of her neck, teasing her short black hair. Every swaying
kick of her feet sent a fresh wave of cool water into the heart of
her sex, reminding her of her nudity. Her nipples felt like rocks
trapped against the side of the pool.
"You're an accomplished swimmer, Mrs. Penncroft," he
observed.
The use of her married name reminded Judy of Mark, their
marriage, all that they had, all that they meant to each other.
She felt a surge of horror at what was happening, what she was
doing. It also reminded her of why she was here, how badly she
needed the money. She stopped trying to wriggle away from his
caress.
"You were an Olympic gymnast, I believe?" he noted.
"Just an alternate."
"I admire people who take the time to keep their bodies in
good condition," he went on. "Can you do the backstroke?"
"Mr. Shein, I . . ."
"Backstroke," he insisted. "A race. I'll give you a head
start. If you win, you get the listing. If I win . . . well,
we'll see about the listing."
"Mr. Shein!" Judy protested.
"On your mark," he commanded.
"But . . ."
"Get set," he continued relentlessly. He had taken his hand
from the back of her neck and was assuming a starting position -
legs folded, feet firmly against the wall; hands gripping the
gutter. His arms bunched as he coiled himself for the start.
Desperately, Judy whipped into a tight ball of muscle,
somehow knowing he meant exactly what he said. "Go." Judy's body
uncoiled as she let go of the gutter, arched her spine backward
and pushed off from the wall. Water sheeted over her face as she
took her first powerful stroke, then her vision cleared and she
flailed her way toward the shallow end.
She saw the spray of Steven Shein's start and pulled still
harder. She could see the whipping arch of his hands. Each
stroke sent a glittering arching spray of water high in the air.
She kicked harder, trying to put more whip into the motion of her
feet, trying to remember instructions received years ago from her
swimming coach.
God, the man was fast! His head was already even with her
waist, his arms flinging water in her face at every stroke. Judy
flailed desperately, cursing that he had chosen the backstroke -
always her worst stroke.
Then he was even with her and Judy could see his face. He
was watching her insolently. He wasn't even having to work hard
to stay even with her!
Judy suddenly noticed the way her taut breasts were rolling
and bobbing on the surface, in full view. She lost her rhythm and
floundered for a moment, which gave him half a yard advantage on
her. She regained her poise and pulled harder, but couldn't catch
up.
Suddenly the explosive splashing of his kick stopped. It had
been the only thing she had been able to see. Just as she twisted
her head to look for him, a hand closed on her outstretched arm.
Her fingers brushed the end of the pool. Then she was swept up
against him, and her back came up against his heaving, hairy
chest. Before she could get her feet under her his arm was around
her, and his hand was cupping her breast. She fought against his
intimate grasp, but it was futile.
"Tut-tut, Mrs. Penncroft," he chided her. "It was a
perfectly fair race."
Heat flooded through Judy from the man's bold, possessive
touch on her bare breast. She could feel his cock nuzzling her
buttocks insolently and tried to squirm away from it. "Please . .
."
"I happen to know just how badly you want this listing," Mr.
Shein informed her, "and why."
Judy relaxed in his arms. She was cursing the way her body
was reacting. Something about the hard, hot hairy, muscular man
behind her, the rough touch of his hands on her bare breasts and
belly, and the cool water, all were conspiring to send her
passions soaring.
"I am interested in selling my house, Mrs. Penncroft," Steven
Shein went on, sliding one hand down her belly. His fingers
pressed into the warm hairy tangle of her pussy. He probed her
hot, slick, excited vaginal opening. "As a matter of fact, I
would even accept a lowly million and a half for it. It so
happens I need the cash right now. However, as I said, any broker
in town can get me a million and a half for it. If you are to get
the listing, the exclusive listing, you are going to have to offer
some additional incentive."
Judy remained silent.
"Let's see," Mr. Shein murmured softly. "The commission for
a sale on a million and a half is - uhm - around fifteen thousand.
Add to that the commission you could get from a buyer, and you
have a nice round thirty thousand dollars."
Judy was a little amazed at the research the man had done.
"And, as I recall, the cost of a home kidney machine happens
to come to a nice, neat, even, thirty thousand dollars," Steven
Shein finished smoothly.
Judy had let her thighs drift open as he drilled his finger
into her pussy. His probing had admitted a wash of exciting, cool
water to her sensitive, burning tissues. She felt her stomach
muscles writhing excitedly. His hand on her neatly rounded breast
was firm and confident. He pinched and twisted her nipple
expertly. His cock was nuzzling into the crack of her ass like a
small animal burrowing after a reward.
Judy tried to excuse her behavior by reminding herself what
the money was for. If she didn't get the machine for Mark, he
would be gone forever in a few short weeks.
And, Steven Shein wasn't an unattractive man, either. Which
thought made what was going to happen seem worse.
The aroused man controlled Judy's petite body as easily as if
she were a doll. Swinging her around, he hooked his arms under
her knees and shoulders and lifted. With insolent ease, he
sloshed up the steps in the corner of the pool, Judy in his arms.
With a whimper of misery, Judy pressed her face against his
chest. She felt the hot sun burning the water off her pale bare
skin as he carried her across the deck. Then she was lowered to
the lounge, spread on her back in the harsh glaring sunlight.
Over her, a shadowy, menacing presence, stood Steven Shein,
his face invisible because of the glare of the sun. Painfully
visible, however, was the huge shaft of his erect phallus, jutting
out from his thick pubic bush. Judy closed her eyes.
Shein stood over the small woman, his eyes devouring her bare
beauty. Her small, slender, graceful body made his mouth water.
The pale bikini stripes across her heightened his interest in her.
She lay on her back, one knee bent, concealing nothing from him.
The dark brush of her pussy seemed to almost tug at his cock from
a distance - it was like a magnet pulling at him.
Bending over her, he closed his hands over the soft mounds of
her breasts. Her skin was cool from the swim and satin smooth.
Her nipples burrowed into his palms as he mashed the fleshy globes
against her graceful ribs.
"Aaaahhh," Judy moaned softly as fire washed through her.
She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but knew, too, that she
was going to. Her head rolled with building excitement, her
fingers curled.
Releasing one of Judy's breasts, he reached down and touched
the inside of her knee. Gently, he pushed outward, spreading her
leg to expose more of her pussy. Huddled far down between her
graceful thighs, deep in the heart of her black bush, nestled in
the crevice between her pouting, full labia, was a flash of
exciting pink flesh. His probing finger had already told him that
her vagina was almost virginal - much tighter and hotter than his
wife's.
He stroked the back of his fingers down the silken flesh on
the inside of her thigh. Reaching her pussy, he spread her labia
carefully. Her inner folds were a brilliant pink, shining wet,
slick and juicy. The bud of her clitoris gleamed like a pearl in
the bright sunlight. After coating his finger with her juices, he
gently teased that nerve-loaded button.
"Wwaaahhh," Judy moaned at the sparkling blue sky. Her toes
tensed, her hips rolled and twisted. Fire was slashing through
her sun-baked flesh as she lay naked and unprotesting under the
man's insolent explorations. "Aaawww," she moaned again as her
lust soared higher. She tried to tell herself that she was
impatient for him to get it over with, but knew that wasn't really
it. She wanted his cock in her, deep inside her, that was what she
was impatient for. She reached out blindly and found the hard,
hot shaft. A burning drop of slippery fluid seared her fingers as
she curled them around the knob-head of Shein's hard pulsing
prick. She stroked the powerful, heavy cylinder, trying to build
his excitement, encouraging him to thrust his prick into her
belly.
The woman fondling Shein's cock was writhing like an animal
in the bright sunlight. His hands looked brown and hard and
brutal against her soft, pale flesh. One hand still engulfed one
of her breasts. A pert, pink nipple peeked out from between his
pinching fingers. He diddled the steaming folds of her weeping
pussy with the fingers of his other hand. Her slick secretions
had coated his fingers. Her hot milking grip around his
thrumming, ready prick was lifting him higher and higher.
Finally, Steven Shein lowered himself onto the petite real
estate agent. The aluminum and plastic of the lounge groaned as
his weight was added to hers. Her skin felt like satin against
his hairy body.
Judy spread her thighs wide as he came down on her. She kept
hold of his cock until she had nestled its head at the opening to
her ready vagina. Then she awkwardly pulled her hand from between
them and clutched his hard, muscular back. She heaved her hips up
in an attempt to get the cock she needed so desperately into her.
Judy's pussy embraced the sensitive head of Steve Shein's
cock like a velvet glove. Thrilled with the hot, gripping
tightness of her tunnel, he eased his phallus into her with
gentle, careful pumps of his hips. She was tight, deliciously,
delectably tight, a hot clinging sheath of living flesh embracing
his stocky cock. He could feel wisps of wiry pubic hair
scratching the skin of his shaft as he eased it into her.
"Aaaawww, fuck me," Judy moaned, wrapping her legs around his
muscular hips and urging him deeper. She spurred him on with her
heels, urging him further into her hot, hungry hole. "Fuck me,"
she whispered. Her animal lust had burned away all of her
hesitations and inhibitions. All that mattered now was reaching
that wonderful, burning peak of pleasure.
Shein was grinning ferociously, his muscles knotting as he
bored his explosively swollen prick into the hot, willing, eager
body under him. He clutched her firm flesh with his powerful
fingers as he pistoned his cock into her eager pussy.
Judy was heaving and jerking under him, her hips lifting and
driving against his thrusts. His pubic arch smashed against hers,
pulverizing her clitoris into a patch of fiery pleasure. She
clawed at his broad tanned back, kicked his muscular working
buttocks with her heels, to spur him deeper, then pushed her feet
against the lounge in an attempt to raise her pelvis higher. The
rivets and joints of the lounge squealed in protest at the
pounding action. The enclosed pool deck rang with the slapping,
heaving, panting, gasping, juicy sounds of their linking.
"Aaww, awww, awwww, I'm cum-I'm cum-minggg," Judy gasped.
Her athletic young body arched clear off the lounge as she
climaxed.
With an animal whoop of pleasure, Steven Shein slammed his
cock deep into the straining body under him, and rode out her
violent orgasmic bucking. His own cumming was hanging barely out
of reach as he brought her off in a gush of juices so copious that
they drenched their tangled pubic bushes.
"Aaaahhhh," Judy sighed, her muscles relaxing as her orgasm
faded away. She lay limp under Shein, fighting for breath. It
wasn't until he began to move again that she realized that he
hadn't yet climaxed. She lay on her back, dazed, feeling his huge
phallus pistoning and squashing in her fulfilled vagina. She was
too exhausted to do anything other than just lie there limp,
taking his powerful, demanding thrusts. Then suddenly, she was
roaring up that searing slope of pleasure again.
Steven Shein heaved his cock into the lax body under him,
pounding his shaft into her. His head nestled in the curve of her
neck, he rammed his hungry phallus into her clinging sheath again
and again and again. He felt her breasts mash flat against his
unforgiving chest, felt her nipples burning into his skin. He was
aware of her pubic bush scrubbing against his, her sleek, smooth
thighs rubbing against his hard hairy ones. It all added up to an
incredible symphony of sexual sensations, a blazing orchestration
that was building toward a crashing carnal finale.
He heaved and thrust and felt the fire explode outward from
his groin. Ripping pulses of thick semen spattered deep in the
heart of Judy Penncroft's body as he poured his load into her.
His body knotted and strained as he speared her guts with his
spouting tool.
"Aaaaawwww," Judy wailed. She felt limp as an old dishrag as
a second orgasm blazed through her. She felt every quiver of the
cock convulsing in her vagina and instinctively milked the
pulsing, pumping organ with her muscular channel.
Then the pulsing inside her slowly died away, and Judy's
pleasure faded. As her lust went away, nausea and disgust at what
she had just done filled her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she fought
back tears of shame. Her vagina seemed to snap shut as the man
climbed off her, his dripping cock spraying her thighs with their
mixed juices. She didn't get up from the lounge until she heard
him dive into the water.
On shaking legs, Judy stood up. She felt sweaty, soiled and
filthy. For a moment she debated, then decided it would make
little difference now. She went to the edge of the pool and
executed a smooth, graceful dive into the cool, refreshing water.
She swam the length of the pool and back, twisting and turning to
cleanse her body of the lust-sweat and cum, then hauled herself
out onto the hot deck. After dying herself with Steven Shein's
towel, she dressed. Then she took the listing agreement from her
purse and filled in the blanks.
Shein stopped swimming. Standing in the shallows, his limp
cock looking rippled and strange through the water, he took the
agreement and the pen from her. His signature was as bold as his
gaze.
"Thanks," he said shortly, handing the signed agreement back
to her.
"I'll find my own way out," she responded coolly.
Judy didn't start to shake until she was sitting behind the
wheel of the car. Then she leaned forward and rested her head on
the cracked steering wheel and shook. Finally she regained her
composure.
Now, to make it all worthwhile, she had to get the buyer.
* * *
Judy was relieved to find the brokerage office unoccupied.
She deliberately left the blinds drawn and re-locked the door so
she wouldn't be bothered. A note on her desk told her none of the
other agents would be in. With a weary sigh, she sank down on her
chair. A sticky, wet coldness in her panties made her shudder.
She was oozing thick, gooey cum. Steven Shein's cum.
She decided not to do anything about it. The discomfort
seemed a just punishment for her whoring. And that was exactly
what it was, she told herself - whoring. She had debased herself,
used her body for material gain. It was no better than what she
would have had to do if she had kept her job at the bar.
She reminded herself of the reason for what she had done. It
had been necessary. It was a matter of life and death. Yes, she
had used her body, and yes, she had been unfaithful to her
husband. But, it hadn't been her idea, it had been Shein's.
Still, she had done what she had done.
The only thing she could comfort herself with was her
ultimate purpose. She had improved Mark's chances of survival.
There was an uncomfortable "Catch 22" aura to the situation she
found herself in. To save her husband's life, she had to be
unfaithful to him. To save her marriage, she had to break her
marriage vows.
Judy rubbed her forehead, fighting a headache. She consoled
herself with the idea that she wouldn't have to be unfaithful
again. Steven Shein had admitted he was eager to sell, that he
needed the cash. And she had his signature on the listing
agreement, which was binding. In the acres of fine print there
were ways he could wriggle out of the agreement, but they weren't
simple. He could, of course, reject any of the offers she got on
his property, but it wasn't likely he would. Not if, as he said,
he really needed the money.
Judy's next task was to convince the potential buyer. The
sooner she managed that, the better. Technically, she was an
employee of the agency. Technically, the listing agreement and her
employment contract bound her to share the listing with the other
employees of the agency. She was entitled to the seller's
commission, less a percentage to the agency. If someone else
found a buyer for Shein's house, they would get the buyer's
commission.
Judy needed both commissions. So, it meant breaking the
agency's rule. She slipped the listing agreement under a stack of
yellow legal pads in the bottom drawer of her desk. Then, instead
of filling out one of the five-by-eight cards that went into the
central listing file, she reached for the telephone. If she moved
juickly enough on arranging the sale, she might get away with it.
If she was found out, she would probably lose her job. She
would certainly lose all rights to any commissions from the deal.
"Mr. Andrew McCarter, please," she said to the telephone.
"Mr. McCarter, this is Judy Penncroft of the Calder Agency. I
believe I have just what you want." She nodded. "It's not
exactly what you specified, but I think when you see it, you'll
like it." She nodded again. "The seller is asking more, but I'm
sure we can talk him down to a million and a half." Patiently,
Judy nodded again. "I know, I know that is more than you
mentioned - not that much more, though. I'm sure that you'll feel
it's worth the extra money. It's an exclusive listing."
"When can you see it?" Judy swore quietly to herself. "I'll
have to get back to you about when. . . . Yes, I'm sorry I can't
arrange it immediately. . . . The seller insists on an
appointment. I'll be right back in touch with you, Mr. McCarter.
Thank you."
"Shit!" Judy said loudly after hanging up the receiver. She
had completely forgotten to arrange with Shein about showing the
house, she had been so flustered when she had left him. Now she
was going to have to call him. The last thing she wanted to do
was talk with him.
Grimly, she picked up the receiver and dialed the Shein's
number.
"Mr. Shein, this is Mrs. Penncroft," she announced,
deliberately being formal and distant.
"No, I am not calling to arrange another morning workout,"
she informed him icily. "I'm calling to arrange to show your
house to a buyer I have in mind. When would be convenient?"
Judy flushed pink, then her knuckles whitened as her grip on
the phone tightened. "Mr. Shein, I have already given you that
particular form of kickback. I would appreciate it if, from now
on, you would keep our relationship on a suitable businesslike
basis. Now, when may I show the buyer the house?"
Judy started to make a note on her desk calendar, then
changed her mind. She didn't want to leave written evidence of
what she was doing right out on her desk top. After carefully
writing on a note pad, she tore the sheet of paper off.
"Thank you, Mr. Shein. You'll leave the key where? Thank
you."
Judy sighed with relief after hanging up, then quickly dialed
again.
"Mr. McCarter? Judy Penncroft again. The seller will be out
of town tomorrow afternoon and the house will be empty. May I
pick you up at your office about one o'clock . . .? Very good,
I'll see you tomorrow at one."
After hanging up, Judy fiddled nervously with the note. Then
she folded it carefully in half and put it in her purse. Then she
slumped down in the chair, totally exhausted. She had known when
she had set out that morning it was going to be a difficult day.
But it had become even more nerve-wracking than expected.
As Judy slumped at her desk, her elbows pushing the blotter
slowly across the polished wood, she became aware of the thick
odor of sex that was drifting up from her crotch. Instead of
finding the aroma exciting the way she usually did, it made her
feel sick. She got up and went into the small washroom, and
carefully locked the door. She hauled her soggy panties down and
off. Tossing the scrap of nylon in the sink, she turned on the hot
water. While they were soaking she dampened a paper towel and
hauled her skirt up to expose her pussy. The hair was matted and
stringy with partially dried cum. Brisk scrubbing separated the
twisted coils of curly pubic hair and left it bushy and resilient.
The rubbing and stroking triggered a perverse wave of sexual
excitement. She remembered the feel of Steven Shein's stocky,
sturdy cock in her vagina and bit her lip. She hated to admit,
even to herself, that she had enjoyed the encounter.
After wiping the pale smooth flesh on the insides of her
thighs clear of cum, Judy wadded up the paper towel. The lid of
the trash container banged and clattered. After rinsing out her
panties, Judy hung them over the light to dry and went back out to
the empty office. If someone did happen to come in, which wasn't
likely, she could make a quick dash for the washroom and retrieve
her panties.
Pacing the office only increased Judy's awareness of her
pantiless state. Cool air touched her swollen tissues, reminding
her of the caress of the cool water during her nude swim that
morning. She became aware of the exciting silken friction between
her thighs, and remembered the hard, scratchy feel of Steven Shein
between those same soft thighs.
Judy tried to control the surge of sexual excitement her
memories brought. She stared out at the sunlit street. It had
been a fluke, and it wasn't going to happen again. She had never
been unfaithful to Mark before, and she wouldn't ever be again.
Even as ill as he was, he was all the man she needed, she told
herself.
But God, Shein's massive cock had felt good pistoning in and
out of her hot hole. It had been big, and delicious, and
exciting.
If Mark ever heard about what she had done, it would kill
him. Disgusted with herself for dwelling on what had happened,
and enjoying the reliving of it, Judy turned away from the window
and went to get her panties. It was going to be a strain to go
home and face Mark and act as if nothing had happened, but she had
to do exactly that. After the fourth senseless circuit of the
office to straighten something that didn't need straightening,
Judy took a firm grip on herself and made it out the door.
Perversely, this time the old car started on the first try.
Leaving the usual stinging blue cloud of oil behind her, Judy
headed for home.
Chapter 3
"Judy? How'd it go?"
Even though she had been expecting her husband's question,
Judy hesitated for a split second. She had never lied to Mark
before. "Oh, all right. I got the listing, just as I expected."
But not the way I expected, she added silently to herself.
She suddenly noticed the faint gleam of sweat on her
husband's face. So soon? Was it starting again so soon? "How
are you, darling?" she asked softly, bending over to give him a
kiss. She caught his faint, distinctive odor - the smell of a
body slowly going sour.
"Can't kick," he replied, half seriously.
Judy frowned. "Your knees again?"
Mark grinned tightly, humorlessly. "My knees, my ankles, my
hips, my shoulders, my elbows. Hell, even my toes hurt."
Judy settled down in his lap and cuddled him tenderly. "Oh,
Mark," she said miserably. "Maybe we should call and reschedule
your appointment?"
"And lop another half a week off my life?"
Judy winced. "With the listing I got today, if I line up the
buyer, too, that'll do it."
"Think it'll all pan out?"
"It has to," she said quickly.
"I don't know how you think you're going to do it," he
commented innocently.
Judy lurched guiltily, then snuggled against him, ignoring
the clammy coldness of his skin. "Just be the best damn real
estate agent in town."
"And how many hours of work is that going to take?" he asked.
"Judy, I want you with me as much as possible. We don't have much
time together left."
Judy stiffened, angry. His defeatist attitude rankled. He
was talking as if she was sure to lose him.
"Mark, I'm working so we'll have each other forever," she
argued.
"The vows said 'Til death us do part,' nothing more," he
reminded her. "Death separates everyone sooner or later. In our
case it's going to be sooner."
"No sooner than necessary." She glared at him. "What's
gotten into you? You've never been a quitter."
"I'm not quitting, I'm being quit," Mark replied sourly.
"I'm not pulling the plug, God and that damned Committee are
pulling the plug."
Judy surged up out of his lap, furious. "Nobody's pulling
the plug on you," she snapped. "I don't know why God has done what
He's done, that's His business. As for The Committee, they made
what seems to them to be the best decision." She was pacing
furiously back and forth in front of him. "As for us, we are not
giving up. I am not giving up, and you are not giving up. I am
not going to let you give up. We are going to fight and keep
fighting until we get a dialysis machine!"
And what I went through for you today is not going to be for
nothing, she thought bitterly.
Mark slumped wearily. The sweat was thicker on his forehead.
It was forming shining beads. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he
apologized weakly. "I guess the damn, damn itching is getting to
me."
Judy felt a surge of sympathy for him, but no regret for her
outburst. She knew it was getting harder and harder for him to
fight, and she had to keep him going, any way she could. Of all
the symptoms of his disease, the worst was the itching. He
described it as a creepy, crawling sensation just under his skin,
as if the flesh was softening and melting away.
"Why don't you go get undressed?" she said softly. "I'll run
a bath for you, then I can give you a rubdown."
"Okay, honey," he sighed, hauling himself up out of the
chair.
Judy watched him leave the room, then slumped down in the
chair herself. She covered her face with her hands and rubbed her
eyes wearily. If she had been the crying type, she would have
cried. Before all this had started, Mark had been brave and
powerful and strong. Bit by vicious bit he was being eaten away
by the dread disease. His physical strength had rapidly vanished,
and now his courage was fading, too.
She knew, she had learned, that dialysis patients had the
highest suicide rate in the country. Forever dependent on a
stainless steel tank full of cellophane-like tubes and membranes,
they suffered the tortures of the damned as poisons accumulated in
their bloodstreams. The plastic tubes piercing their arms itched
and ached, the skin around them ulcerated and tore no matter how
careful they were. The plastic shunts constantly had to be
repaired and replaced.
Added to that was the unending expense - three hundred
dollars a treatment, one or two treatments a week. And for Mark,
because of his rare blood type, there was the additional problem
of finding the blood needed to prime the machine.
With a sigh, Judy got up. At times, she felt almost as weary
and beaten as her husband did. But, she couldn't give up - she
wouldn't give up. This morning she had taken a step toward saving
him. It had been a step downward, true. But she had done it, and
she was glad she had.
Mark was nude when he came into the bathroom. Judy steadied
him with one hand as he stepped into the cool water. She
carefully avoided noting how much more of his muscle tone had
melted away. But she couldn't avoid eyeing his cock and mentally
comparing it with Steven Shein's. Mark's was longer when limp,
though slightly smaller in diameter.
The way it bobbed and weaved as he lowered himself into the
water brought a brilliant memory of Shein's cock rolling and
twisting during the impromptu backstroke race.
"Feel good?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the tub.
"Aaaahhh," Mark sighed. His knees pushed up out of the water
as he slid down and immersed his torso. He threw her a grateful
look. "You're getting your skirt wet," he pointed out.
Judy glanced down. "Doesn't matter, it needs washing
anyway."
"I'm sorry I'm falling apart," he apologized. "I know you're
trying awfully hard. But the chances of getting enough money to
get the dialysis unit are just plain pitiful. And I'm tired of
having a hope held out in front of me, like a carrot in front of
an ass, and then snatched away. And even if we somehow get the
unit, how are we going to get the money to pay for running it?"
"You'll be able to work again," she reminded him.
Mark snorted. "Sure. High school athletic coaches really
rake in the dough."
"I'll be working too," she said determinedly, getting up from
the edge of the tub. "When you're done soaking, come on out and
I'll give you a massage. As for running the kidney machine,
that's a bridge we can cross when we come to it."
She went out to the bedroom and started to sit down on the
bed, then remembered her skirt was wet. After letting it drop
around her ankles, she stepped out of it. Wearing just her blouse
and her panties, she sat down on the bed and waited for her
husband.
Wordlessly, Mark wandered in from the bathroom, a towel
wrapped around his hips. He flopped bonelessly, face down, on the
bed. Sliding over until her hips pressed against his, Judy
twisted and began kneading the tense muscles in his shoulders and
neck.
Mark grunted appreciatively as her strong, yet graceful
fingers prodded and squeezed his souring flesh. After working his
shoulders over from the center outward, Judy began to work down
his back. Her hands were dwarfed by the expanse of flesh, making
her task look almost endless. Judy wished that the task was
endless. She loved Mark, loved doing what she could for him,
loved giving him pleasure. He had told her that cool baths and
her thorough rubdowns were the only things, other than having the
poisons purged from his blood, that eased the agony.
At the small of his back, Judy was forced to twist awkwardly
around. She got to her knees, then straddled Mark's thighs. She
tugged at the towel until it came free, unwrapped his hips, and
exposed his hard white muscular ass. With the same easy motion
she had used on his back, she kneaded his buttocks, her thumbs
probing into the hairy crack between them. Then she worked her
way down his thighs, finally finishing by rolling his hairy calves
between her palms.
Unstraddling him, she moved up next to his shoulders, hooked
her hands under one of them and pulled. Mark neither resisted
her, nor helped her. It took a huge effort on her part before she
got him flopped over on his back.
She noticed out of the corner of her eye that his cock was
half erect. She swallowed tightly. She wasn't horny, not after
Steven Shein. But she knew what the rubdown was inexorably
leading to. It always did. She knew she couldn't break the
pattern.
After arranging Mark's arms out to the sides, as if he were
being crucified, she straddled his hard, flat stomach. She
massaged the sides of his neck with the tips of her fingers, then
bent down and gave him a gentle, tender kiss. His torso felt warm
and sturdy between her thighs and under her buttocks. She gripped
his flanks with her knees as if she were riding a horse.
Finished with his neck, she proceeded down to his pectoral
muscles. As she worked her way down from them, she slid her ass
lower on his body. She felt his cock jab her in the rear and
lifted, then lowered herself on it. It lay up against his belly,
hard and stiff in the crack of her ass.
As she massaged the muscles of Mark's solar plexus, he
reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. Then he spread it open to
bare the graceful, firm, pink-tipped mounds of her breasts. His
big hands formed a truly living bra for them, pressing them
against her ribs, kneading and squeezing them.
Judy felt the crotch of her panties get suddenly wet where it
was stretched tight across her pussy. She broke off her massage
long enough to shed the blouse and dropped it off to one side of
the bed. Then she sat up straight, her hands on her bare thighs.
Her spine was straight, her shoulders back - the graceful,
controlled posture of a gymnast.
Mark's eyes filled. She looked like she was just past
puberty: small, firm, pert breasts with tiny, tight, excited
nipples. He slid his hands up from her waist until his thumbs
swept over the mounds of her breasts and scrubbed her sharp pink
tits.
"You still have your panties on," he informed her.
"I'm not done yet," she said softly.
"Oh?"
"When I give a rubdown," she stated, "I give a rubdown."
"Do all your customers get such personal attention?" Mark
asked, smiling.
Judy flinched. "Certainly not, sir!" she snapped, in mock
outrage. "Only the big tippers!" She rolled his cock against her
tight bottom to emphasize the pun.
Mark chuckled, and pushed his hips up slightly against her
weight. He continued his tactile study of her tender, nubile
breasts.
Judy was bubbling with excitement from his touch, and the
feel of his cock trapped under her ass.
"If you will unhand the masseuse, she will continue her
task," Judy commented at last.
Reluctantly, Mark released her breasts. Before letting go,
his thumbs and fingers tugged gently at her nipples.
Judy slid lower on her husband. Looking down, she watched
his cock peek out from under her. As she slid lower it looked as
if she was growing a cock.
She remembered Steven Shein's cock, then tried to put it out
of her mind. Shein's cock wasn't as long as Mark's, but was
bigger around when erect. Judy bit her lip. Mark's innocent
comments kept getting to her. If she wasn't careful, she was
bound to give her infidelity away.
She dug her thumbs into Mark's belly, then massaged lower and
lower, letting her hands follow the line where his thighs joined
his body, an arrowhead that ended in his groin. Mark's stomach
muscles quivered and convulsed from the touch of her hands so
close to his sexual organs.
Judy slid her thumbs down between his thighs, under his
balls, and lifted them gently. She rolled them on her fingers,
watching the way the heavy ovoids shifted in their sac. Then,
laying his sex glands back between his thighs, she stroked her
thumbs up the length of his cock. She felt it swell and quiver
from the delicate, tantalizing stimulation.
Mark was aware of the pressure of Judy's ass on his legs, the
way her thighs and knees were gripping his. He was watching the
way her breasts shifted and quivered as she leaned over him, her
arms pressing against the sides of her boobs to make the valley
between them deeper and more exciting. The feathery touch of her
thumbs endlessly stroking the length of his cock, from base to
tip, seemed to draw blood from every part of his body to the
already bloated organ. He felt a stinging wave of fire as his
glands produced a flood of lubricant. It oozed the length of the
channel in his prick. Then Judy deliberately smeared the liquid
over his phallus. It made her thumbs slippery, changed the feel
of her stroking, made it even more wildly sensuous.
Judy wriggled her ass lower, and leaned farther forward over
Mark's groin. The tight crotch of her panties felt chill and
sticky from her own excitement. But she wasn't going to take his
cock in her vagina. Her conscience told her that she didn't
deserve that joy after what she had done with Shein. Instead, she
would concentrate on giving Mark all the pleasure she knew how.
She lifted his cock with her fingers and lowered her head to
it. The tips of her breasts brushed his big thighs as she neared
her goal. She opened her lips, carefully wrapped them around the
head of his phallus, and drew her head upward, letting his prick
slide from her pursed lips.
She immediately lowered her head again, and took his cock
further into her mouth. She added the stimulation of her tongue
this time. Her mouth was filled with the salty taste of his
fluids, her nose was engulfed in the musky smell of sex.
She bobbed her head, taking more and more and more of the
hot, heavy tower of flesh into her mouth, pressing and massaging
it with her lips and tongue. She scrubbed the hot tips of her
breasts against Mark's hairy thighs. Her nipples burned with
lust. She clutched his legs between her thighs tightly, loving
the feel of his strong, hard flesh against her tender skin.
Her eyes closed, she sucked and sucked and sucked her
husband's cock, taking it as deeply into her as she could without
gagging. With her hands she stimulated the part of the shaft she
couldn't get in her mouth, matching the stroking of her fingers to
the moves of her head, tugging and stretching the loose skin over
the hard inner core of his phallus.
Mark's entire being was focused on the feel of Judy's sweet
young mouth massaging his erect prick. Her tongue was a velvet
mass pressing and scrubbing the most sensitive spot on the
underside of his prick, making his groin burn and ache with lust.
Her lips, a hot, wet ring around the shaft, were excitingly
different from a vaginal embrace. And the way she pulled and
stretched the skin of his phallus near the base, with her fingers,
gave the impression she had taken the entire towering organ down
her throat.
Streams of fire seemed to be pouring through Mark's body,
funneling straight to his groin to form a simmering pool. From
time to time he lifted his head and looked down the length of his
body. He loved seeing Judy's face spitted on his cock, loved to
watch her devour his towering organ. Then the muscles of his neck
would tire and he would drop his head back on the bed.
Judy's own guts were burning up with unfulfilled lust. She
truly loved sucking Mark's cock, even though it left her own
vagina empty and hungry. And this time her lack of fulfillment
seemed only just in view of her infidelity.
She took another fraction of Mark's cock in her mouth, to the
back of her tongue. Then she slid the fingers of one hand down
under his balls and lifted them gently. She scratched high on the
underside of his scrotum, tickled the hot pocket between his
thighs.
She felt his testicles drawing up toward his body. She
thought of cannonballs drawing near the breech of a big gun, knew
they were getting ready to unload their burden down the barrel of
Mark's cock.
Mark's hips were heaving now, thrusting his prick at his
wife's face, jamming it into her. He tried to hold back, to keep
from forcing his phallus too deeply into her mouth, knowing it
would make her gag if he did. She helped restrain his thrusting
hips by pinning his thighs down with her warm, soft torso. He
could feel her tits, hard knots, digging into his thighs.
Judy matched the bobbing of her head to the flexing of Mark's
hips. She took as much of his cock in her mouth as she dared - as
much as experience had taught her that she could without choking.
As the violence of Mark's heaving increased, Judy speeded the
moves of her head.
He thrust upward, and, simultaneously, Judy pushed her head
downward. With the fingers of one hand she tugged gently on the
saliva-coated skin of his prick. With the fingers of the other
hand, she pressed against the hard pulsing ridge behind his balls.
She felt that ridge tremble, felt the semen rush the length of his
prick.
A heavy wad of cum spurted from his phallus into her throat,
making her swallow reflexively. She began sucking and swallowing
frantically as wave after wave of semen spasmed into her mouth.
She felt each hot gob of fluid pour down into her belly to form a
warm, muscle-knotting pool in her stomach, which she had never let
it do before. She had let his cock spurt into empty air, or she
had taken his semen in her mouth and then spat it out. This time
she was swallowing it as penance.
She found she enjoyed it, enjoyed ingesting the thick, creamy
liquid. The massaging and squirming of her tongue as she
swallowed kept his cumming going on and on and on, until at last
his prick was pumping drily in her mouth, its reserves of cum
exhausted. Slowly, the convulsing died away and the organ between
her teeth began to shrivel and soften.
Judy spat it out, then laid her head down, Mark's wiry pubic
hair brushing her cheek, the cum and saliva-coated mass of his
prick against her ear. She lay there for a long time - until the
last hungry convulsions of her empty vagina died away. She had
had an orgasm in spite of herself.
At last she pushed up, about to say something to Mark. The
sight of his sleep-placid face stopped her. He had dozed off
while she had been cuddling him.
Judy dismounted carefully, trying not to shake or jostle the
bed. Mark shifted slightly, then began snoring easily again.
Judy's panties were soaked for the second time that day. She
stripped them down her legs and off. Then she caught sight of
herself in the full-length mirror. For a moment she studied her
trim young body in profile - a series of graceful feminine curves
and smooth pale skin.
"Breasts too small," Judy muttered, irritated with herself
for her narcissism. She pulled on her bathrobe and went to get
dinner started. As she worked in the kitchen, her mind kept going
back to her infidelity, dwelling on it no matter what she did.
While Mark had been suffering at home, she had been screwing
around with a strange man, with total abandon. New waves of
disgust flooded her. Even when she reminded herself that she had
gotten the listing, her guilt was a sharp knife in her guts.
How could she have done that to Mark? And how could she have
enjoyed it so much? She couldn't deny that the orgasm Shein had
given her was every bit as good as any she had ever gotten from
Mark.
"How's the sexiest chef in the world?" Mark asked, wrapping
his arms around her. He slid one hand inside the front of her
robe and cupped her breast.
Judy lurched with surprise, and guilt, then leaned back
against him for a delicious, fleeting moment. "She's going to
burn something if her husband doesn't unhand her."
"Humph," he grunted, giving the side of her neck a kiss.
"Have a nice nap?" she asked after he let her go.
"Ummm hmmm," he acknowledged.
"Feeling better?"
"For now . . ."
Judy bit her lip. She knew what the rest of the statement
was - "Wish it could last."
"What's for dinner?" Mark asked at last.
"Chili."
"Again?"
"On rice. Makes the meat go farther."
"Goody, goody," Mark sighed. "Christ, I wish I could have a
drink!"
Judy shook her head. "No."
"I know. No alcohol, no coffee, no tea, no cola beverages,"
Mark recited grimly. "I never have smoked. What's left in life,
anyway?"
"Sex, of course," Judy answered easily, carrying the food to
the table.
"Thank God for that," Mark said heartily, pulling his chair
out. He stared pensively at his plate.
On a sudden impulse, Judy bowed her head and did something
she hadn't done since she was a child. "For that which we are
about to receive, we thank Thee," she muttered. "Amen." And God
forgive me for what I have done, she added silently.
Mark looked startled. "Grace?" he asked in surprise.
Judy shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "Thought we might as
well get all the help we can," she answered.
Mark began eating. "You really think you can pull off this
real estate deal?" he asked between bites.
Judy picked at her dinner. "I have to."
"I know you have to," Mark replied. "But do you think you
can?"
Judy slapped her spoon onto the steaming plate of chili and
rice as if she were trying to kill it. "I have got to do it! I
will do it! I will, I will, I will!"
"Okay, okay," Mark soothed.
"Sorry," she apologized.
He touched her hand tenderly. "It's all right. God, I wish I
could tell you, or show you, just how much it all means to me -
all the things you've done for me."
The knife turned in Judy's guilt-ridden guts. "Just keep on
living, that's all I ask. If-if you go and die on me, I'll never
speak to you again!"
Mark smiled. They had made that joke before. "When do you
meet with the buyer?" he asked.
"Tomorrow at one," she answered. "I'm going to show him the
house then."
"How are the chances?" he asked. "Honest injun."
Judy shook her head. "I don't know. Mr. McCarter wants
something a little more traditional. The Shein place is very
modern. It is the right size, and it has a pool, and an
incredible view. The price is a little high. I don't know."
They were both silent for a while.
"But I've got to sell it! I've just got to!" she said
softly.
They finished dinner in silence.
Chapter 4
"Are you sure you'll be all right?" Judy asked, concerned.
"I'll be all right!" Mark snapped. "Go on, get the hell out
of here."
"But . . ."
"If you don't go, you'll lose the sale for sure," Mark
argued. "And if you do, what will happen to me then will make
today look like a tea party. Right?"
"Yes," she agreed softly. "But still . . ."
"Go," he snorted. "Go. There's nothing you can do for me
here anyway. Now go, already, before you're late."
Judy opened her mouth, then closed it. There was nothing to
say. Her feet dragging, she turned, picked up her purse and left
the house. Once behind the wheel of the car, she sobbed once.
Furious with herself, she coaxed the car to life, blinking back
her tears.
Mark was being consumed by a terrible agony. They were
stretching the time between treatments much too far, and they both
knew it. They were buying desperately needed time, but at a
dreadful cost to Mark.
Judy had wanted to get an emergency appointment and take Mark
to the hospital today. This time, though, he was the strong one,
and refused. He insisted that the situation with McCarter and
Shein was too delicate to risk any postponements or cancellations
of appointments. Judy knew he was right, which made what she had
to do harder.
She fogged the streets with pollution as she headed for her
rendezvous with McCarter. He was waiting in front of his office
when she pulled up and double-parked.
"Here I am, Mr. McCarter," she called out cheerily, leaning
across the seat.
The well-dressed man eyed her car dubiously. "Would it be
better if we took my car?" he asked.
Judy studied him. His wavy red hair was meticulously
arranged. He was a big, strapping Irishman, or at least Irish-
looking, with fair skin and freckles and blue eyes. His
lightweight suit was beautifully and expensively tailored, the
shirt and tie color coordinated. Definitely an impressive man.
"Okay," he agreed, opening the door. It let out a groan of
protest.
"Just look out for that broken spring," she warned, motioning
toward the sharp wire sticking up from the center of the seat.
Andrew McCarter leaned tentatively against the door, then
checked that it was closed tightly before putting his full weight
against it. As she pulled out into the traffic, Judy was
conscious of the man's careful appraisal of her.
"Must inhibit snuggling at the drive-in," McCarter commented.
"What?" Judy asked, puzzled.
"The broken spring," McCarter explained. "Must get in the way
when you're with your husband."
"Oh, we use the back seat," Judy said absently. Then she
realized what she had said and blushed furiously.
"Ah ha," the red-haired man responded with a grin.
Judy changed the subject. "I'm sure you'll be pleased with
the house," she said. "It is a bit more modern than you
indicated, I admit. But it has all the features you asked for,
including a swimming pool."
"The cost is a little high," he noted.
"I think it's worth it," Judy stated confidently, guiding the
car around a corner. The engine labored as they headed up into
the hills. "I'm certain you'll find it worth the extra money."
"Mmmmm," McCarter replied noncommittally, watching the
scenery.
When his eyes shifted back to Judy, she felt it and fought
the urge to squirm. Fearful of babbling unnecessarily, she held
her tongue. Her small size made it necessary for her to sit up
very straight to see out of the car. She knew he was studying her
trim torso and the way her blouse molded to her breasts. As
usual, she wore no bra. She felt a hot flush burn her cheeks.
It was a relief when they reached the Shein house. She
located the key where Mr. Shein had left it and managed to unlock
the big door. Pushing it open, she stepped aside to let McCarter
go first.
He held back. "It's very modern," he noted.
"But very comfortable," Judy countered quickly. "There's
none of the coldness or sterility you find in most contemporary
houses."
"We'll see," McCarter replied. He stepped through the big
doorway.
She escorted him through the house, saying no more than she
had to. Her brief experience at selling houses had convinced her
it was better to let the house itself do the talking. She tried
to gauge the big man's mood, but wasn't successful. She found
herself wondering just how he would look without any clothes on,
and blushed again. Andrew McCarter was impressive - over six feet
tall and very well built. He appeared very trim, he must work to
keep himself in shape. His shoulders were broad, his belly firm,
with no hint of a paunch.
Finally they wandered out along the length of the deck
surrounding the pool. McCarter leaned his big hands on the
railing and looked out over the valley. There was a thirty foot
drop to the hillside below.
"Very impressive," he acknowledged.
Judy had her back on the scenery. She was more interested in
what was going on in Andrew McCarter's head. She leaned back
against the railing, her hands gripping the redwood behind her.
She had her graceful legs crossed. The breeze from the valley
stirred her short skirt and teased the hair at the back of her
neck gently.
"I think the view alone is worth a million dollars," she
commented.
McCarter looked sideways at her. His eyes swept down the
graceful line of her body. "Which view?" he asked.
Judy resisted the urge to fold her arms defensively across
her breasts, and held her pose. "That one," she replied with a
toss of her head.
"What about this one," he countered, nodding in her
direction.
Judy felt herself flushing slightly. "I'm hardly the judge
of that," she answered carefully.
"Well spoken," he told her with a smile. "What's in this deal
for you?"
"Huh? My usual commission. That's all," Judy answered, her
fingers gripping the rail tightly.
"What if I told you I'd give you the same commission, even if
you could get the price lower?" the red-haired man asked
carefully.
Judy took a deep breath, and felt her nipples rub the inside
of her blouse. Her tits stiffened sharply. She didn't glance
down, but saw McCarter's eyes slide to her breasts and knew it
showed.
"That would be unethical - illegal, in fact," she replied.
"Hmm," the man acknowledged wordlessly. His eyes were still
on her breasts.
Judy took a deep breath, and straightened her back a
fraction. Inside, she was shaking. "Besides, it's impossible,"
she explained. "The seller will not go below a million and a
half."
"And you think it's worth it," he observed, shifting his gaze
to her face.
Judy was wrestling with herself. McCarter was poised on a
knife edge, ready to tumble either way. She knew what she was
going to have to do in order to get the sale. Inside she was a
mixture of shame, disgust, and, undeniably, excitement.
"Why don't we go inside and look at the house again," she
suggested softly.
"Including the master bedroom?" the man asked.
"We might even start there," Judy answered. She led the way
across the deck to the sliding glass doors that opened out onto
the deck from the master bedroom. It was on the outer end of one
leg of the horseshoe. It had windows on three sides, and was
suspended out over the valley. In the center of the room was a
king-sized bed.
In the air-conditioned coolness, Judy turned to face Andrew
McCarter. Kicking off her sandals, she went up very close to him
and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Spreading it open, she brushed
his firm, strong torso with gentle fingers. It was, she
reflected, much easier the second time.
"What do you think?" she asked softly. "Is it worth it?" She
tipped her head back and looked into his frank blue eyes.
"It's still just a little soon to say for sure," he
countered.
"True," Judy agreed. She carefully eased his jacket back off
his shoulders and down his arms. She hung it carefully over the
back of a nearby chair. "But, I'm confident you'll agree with me
in the end," she told him.
She released his sapphire tie clasp, then attacked the neat
knot at his throat. As she did, his strong hands gripped her
shoulders, then slid down to her ribs. His fingers squeezed her,
as if he was testing the durability of her diminutive body.
"I am not a china doll," she informed him with a calmness
that belied her inner turmoil. She stripped off his tie and hung
it with the jacket.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt,
and exposed his chest, freckled and bearing a sparse growth of
curly auburn hair.
He stroked his thumbs up over the gentle mounds of her
breasts, pressing them through the smooth, cool fabric of her
blouse. Her nipples were palpable hard lumps under the cloth. As
he tormented those delicate buds, he marveled at the slight woman
that was undressing him. She had interested him from the first
time he had met her. When he had begun the banter out on the
deck, he had had little hope that it would actually get him this
far. Now that it had, he wondered about the house, and the woman
he was fondling. She was right, the house was worth it. Now, he
was about to find out if she was. Her petite, fine-boned form in
his strong hands excited him immensely.
Judy spread his shirt open, running her fingers through the
almost kinky hair, brushing them over his nipples. Then she
leaned forward and nibbled at his chest, her working lips finding
and nuzzling one of his nipples. She ran her tongue around it,
tasting his sweat. Suddenly she became conscious of his masculine
cologne. A chill struck through her as the pleasant smell
reminded her of the sour scent of Mark's decaying body.
Pulling away, Judy pushed the shirt back off Andrew
McCarter's broad shoulders. As she did, he began unbuttoning her
blouse. He paused a moment while she carefully hung his shirt up.
Somehow, Judy knew she had to be meticulously careful with his
clothes.
She found herself thinking about Mark. She was worried about
him. He had been in a terrible state when she had left.
"Beautiful," Andrew McCarter commented, stripping Judy's
blouse off her. As he dropped it, his eyes swept over Judy's
graceful, slender torso, pausing on the tips of her breasts, the
line of her collarbone, the flatness of her stomach.
Judy couldn't meet his eyes. She hung her head slightly as
he studied her. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but she was
ashamed of what she was doing with it. She suppressed a shiver.
She tried to ignore her regrets and reached for his belt.
The silver buckle clinked musically when she unfastened it. She
unzipped his slacks and the fly spread open. The thrust of his
cock pushed his underpants out. His hands were on her again,
stroking and petting her silken skin, making her whole body burn
with lust.
She wondered if whores felt like this with their customers.
She had heard that to them, a fuck was nothing more than just
business. Didn't they get hot, burn with passion? Why should she
be any better than a common prostitute, any different from a call
girl? Because she was enjoying what she was doing!!!
She knelt and eased off Mr. McCarter's Gucci loafers, then
tugged his pants down. After he had stepped out of them, she
carefully shook them out as she stood up, then turned to drape
them over the chair.
He took the opportunity to unfasten her skirt. It fell around
her ankles and she was left in just her filmy panties.
By unspoken agreement, they faced each other as they reached
for each other's last garment. Hands slipped inside underpants and
panties, and they were pushed lower and lower and lower. Judy's
dark pubic bush eased into view, as did McCarter's dark red one.
His cock leaped free of his underpants, stabbing straight at
Judy's flat, pulsing belly.
Then they were both nude, standing there inches apart.
McCarter swept Judy up against him, feeling the soft, yielding
warmth of her small body against his, feeling his cock slide
upward along her belly. He lowered his mouth to hers for a
demanding kiss.
Judy spread her graceful, slender thighs and clasped one of
McCarter's big ones between them. She scrubbed her wiry bush along
his leg, grinding her crotch against him. Her tongue met and
dueled with his. Then she was off her feet, being carried while
the embrace and the kiss went on, their legs tangling at every
step. They sank down together on the cool covers of the huge bed.
Judy had a fleeting worry. What if they stained the covers?
Shein would discover what they had done. He would be furious!
Then big hands were fondling and probing and touching her as
she sprawled on her back on the bed, and lust made her forget
everything else. There was no pretending to her lust. McCarter
was quickly discovering all the erogenous zones on her passionate,
responsive body - her breasts and belly, the insides of her
thighs. And he wasn't gentle. He bruised her with his strength
and size. He played with her the way a cat might play with a
mouse, tumbling and punishing her on the big bed. And she loved
it.
She was being driven mad by his attentions. He twisted her
nipples one after the other and her breasts burst into flame. A
hand pressed into her tender belly hard, and her body writhed in
desperate, eager response, her fingers clawing blindly at the bed.
Suddenly, he stopped touching her. Judy's eyes snapped open
with surprise and she rolled her head to look at him. He was
lying languidly on his side, peacefully studying her with steady
blue eyes. His hair wasn't even mussed. The only sign of his
interest in her was his monstrous erection. His cock looked larger
in diameter than Shein's stocky one, and longer than Mark's. The
pale skin of the huge tower gleamed like ivory against the lush
red of his pubic bush.
"Wh-what's the matter?" Judy croaked out. She was screaming
with passion, and frightened at the sudden inactivity.
"I'm curious," the man answered. "I'm wondering what makes
you tick."
"Huh?"
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, a sweep of his arm
encompassing her gracefully nude body. "I know you get a
commission on the sale, but so what? What would make Mrs.
Penncroft go to such great lengths for that commission?"
Judy was shaken by the man's total control. Why wasn't he
pounding that big cock into her? Was she going to lose him now?
"I don't see why that should concern you," she answered softly.
Her chest was still heaving with excitement.
"No reason," he admitted. "I just wondered."
Something made Judy decide to keep her secret from him.
"Well, I don't intend to answer your question," she informed him.
"Assuming, that is, that there is an answer to it." Then she
posed, arching and stretching her lithe body like a healthy
animal, to let him see how excited she was. "So come here and
take me," she said softly.
McCarter shook his head. "No. Not until you tell me the
reason. I'm certain that there is a reason for it, a very good
reason. You're not the type for a casual lay, Mrs. Penncroft."
"You can't make me say anything I don't want to," Judy
whispered, frightened.
"Ah, but I can, and I will," the red-haired man replied
confidently.
Judy stared at him, wide-eyed. This wasn't the way things
were supposed to go at all.
McCarter's hand gripped her wrist, tightly but not painfully,
and pinned her arm to the bed.
"What are you going to do?" Judy asked fearfully, suddenly
realizing how completely at the man's mercy she was. She crossed
her other arm across her breasts, bent her leg and used it to
shield her sex as best she could.
McCarter brushed aside her shielding arm with insolent ease,
and his big hand closed on one tender breast. His hand was so
large it completely covered the diminutive pink and white mound.
Judy froze, stopped breathing, terrified he was planning to
hurt her.
Andrew McCarter squeezed and massaged her breast gently. The
softness and tenderness were delectable. He could see her taut
nipple poking between two of his fingers, seeking escape. "I'm
going to have you begging me to screw you," he informed her
softly. "I'm going to have you so horny you'd sell your own
mother out to get my cock in your pussy, And before I give you
what you want, you'll have to tell me the truth."
Judy felt a perverse flash of sexual excitement at this
announcement. The thought of being a sexual toy, totally at a
man's mercy, was incredibly exciting.
"Never," she croaked in a hoarse whisper.
McCarter smiled confidently at her brave challenge. He knew
she was daring him to try, that she was looking forward to it as
much as he was. He closed his fingers on the peak of her tit and
tugged, pulling her breast upward into a perfect cone. When the
nipple slipped from between his fingers, her breast rebounded to
its usual firm rounded shape. The nipple, however, was sharper
and harder than it had been. Her flat stomach was sucked in with
excitement, her chest was heaving with her erratic breathing.
Still holding one of her wrists, still immobilizing that arm, he
repeated the torture on her other breast.
Judy's eyes closed. She suddenly realized just how exquisite
this torment was going to be. Because, the more she tried to
fight down her sexual need, to control it, the more she was
aroused by his stimulation. It was like trying not to think of
food when you're hungry, every attempt only reminding you of what
you're trying not to think of. Judy was aware of the scratchy
feel of the bed covers under her naked body, the feel of the
machine-cooled air on her bare skin.
Her nipples were pulsing from the tugging McCarter had given
them. Both breasts felt swollen and full, were aching with a wild
need. Judy clenched her hands on the bedspread. She licked
suddenly dry lips.
McCarter smiled confidently at the evidence of her growing
lust. And he had barely started on her, too. Her mouth was slack
as she rolled her head gently. She was an exquisite woman,
perfectly proportioned and delightfully youthful.
Leaning forward, he sought one of her breasts with his mouth.
First he just brushed her nipple with partially opened lips. He
felt her whole body shudder in response. Teasingly, he blew on
her tit. Then his tongue speared out and licked the turgid little
nubbin, batting it with the tip of his tongue, feeling it bounce
and rebound like it was made of rubber. She tasted young and
fresh and sweet.
The red-haired man closed his lips around her nipple and
sucked it into his mouth. Lifting his head slightly, he drew her
breast upward much as he had before with his hand. He tongued her
tit as he sucked on it. He let his teeth close on the nerve-
loaded button and worried it carefully with them. He heard Judy
suck in a ragged gasp. Shifting his jaw back and forth he rolled
her nipple between his teeth, and felt Judy begin to writhe, felt
the bed shifting as her legs thrashed.
He released her breast and lifted his head so he could look
at her. Her chest was heaving. She was rolling her head from
side to side, and he knew it wasn't in denial of him. Her cheeks
were flushed with passion, her face twisted almost as if she were
in pain. But it wasn't pain, it was naked, animal lust.
He lowered his mouth to her other breast and drew as much of
that delicate mound into his mouth as he could. At the same time,
he slid his free hand down her flat torso, down toward her pubic
vee. But he didn't go all the way there - he paused to probe one
finger deeply into her navel.
Judy felt blood rushing to her breast as the man sucked on
it. His tongue rasped over her nipple like sandpaper, building
the fires in her helpless body still higher.
"No," she moaned raggedly. It was a futile denial, one that
she doubted he had even heard.
She felt his hand, strong and hard and rough, stroking down
her tensed belly, and her hips heaved and shifted restlessly. She
thought he was going for her pussy, and wasn't sure if she wanted
him to yet or not. Then, when he stopped at her navel, she
whimpered softly. His finger poked into her belly button, and
Judy's body convulsed involuntarily. He drilled his finger deep
into her stomach, and an incredible sexual itch erupted deep in
her body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before in her
life. That single drilling thrust into her navel, a thrust she
would have expected to hurt, set off an unbelievable itching deep
in the heart of her sexual organs, an itching she knew there was
only one way to scratch.
"Aaaaahhhh, God!" she yelled in shock.
McCarter felt a surge of triumph at her cry. She hadn't seen
anything yet. He twisted his finger in her belly, wiggled it in
her guts, and felt her body heave wildly. He continued sucking
and devouring her small firm breast, sinking his teeth into the
tender mound while mangling its tip with his tongue.
Instinctively, Judy's free arm swept up and around. She
found the back of the man's head and tangled her fingers in his
hair. She forced his face down on her breast, hard. Her hips
were twisting and rolling. In the brightly lighted bedroom of
Steven Shein's house, the layers of civilization were being
stripped off of Judy Penncroft.
Andrew McCarter lifted his head, leaving her breast shining
with his saliva, and the pink imprint of his teeth on the pale
mound. Her nipple was swollen with blood. "Well?" he asked.
"No," Judy croaked. Why was she saying that? Was she saying
it to deny him the knowledge he was seeking, or was she saying it
to make certain that he would continue his delicious torture of
her? Her tattered intellect couldn't answer that disquieting
question so she ignored it.
"Waaaahhhh," Judy hooted as McCarter withdrew his finger from
her navel. The fiery itch in her pussy didn't depart with it, but
stayed to torment her.
McCarter was glad she hadn't given in. That would have been
disappointing. He had a great deal more in store for her. He
slid his hand southward, watching as it drew near Judy's thick,
black bush. Her pubic hairs were curly and frizzy, a dense kinky
mass that was cut off cleanly across the top. Probably she had to
shave her belly to wear a bikini. He combed his fingers through
the curls, tugging them out straight, then watching them spring
back. He tugged on one strand, watching it pull at her skin as he
did. He watched the uneven panting of her chest as he toyed with
her bush.
Judy's lust built and built. Why didn't he lower his fingers
just a little more? Why didn't he probe her hot pussy, pry into
her dripping slit? Maybe the touch of his hand would end the
desperate fiery itching in her guts? Judy heaved her hips upward,
trying to encourage him, but it was a wasted effort. He kept his
hand tantalizingly distant from her sexual organs.
The big man grinned at the way she was blindly seeking
relief. He loved the way the muscles in her belly and thighs
tightened to lift her hips upward, grind her pelvis against his
hand. The blind mouth of her pussy was seeking his fingers
hungrily. By lifting his head a little higher, he could see her
pouting, bulging labia through her curling hair. There was even a
flash of pink where the inner labia were distended with blood and
protruding slightly from her hairy slit.
Judy suddenly realized both her hands were free. She reached
out with the one McCarter had been holding, and the back of her
fingers bumped against his strong, hard stomach. He lay on his
side next to her. Her fingers brushed through curly, wiry hair,
then touched a heavy, hard shaft. There, that was what she
wanted, that was what she needed. She curled her fingers around
it, and felt the velvety skin slide over the rigid, rippled core,
felt the bulging veins shifting under the skin. She explored the
tower with her fingers. Suddenly, as she slid her fingers over the
rubbery glans, her hand was slippery and sticky.
"Want it?" McCarter asked softly.
"Yes," Judy said in a croaking gasp.
"Then talk," he ordered.
"No!" Judy yelled defiantly.
Delicately, McCarter teased one finger between her labia and
found her hard little button. He touched it very, very
delicately, anticipating and avoiding the convulsive heave of her
hips.
"Aaawww," Judy moaned at the feathery, blistering touch on
her clitoris.
"Why are you doing this?" McCarter asked.
Judy didn't trust her voice any longer. She rolled her head
from side to side in desperate denial. There was a second searing
touch on her clitoris and her body heaved as if it had received an
electric shock.
"Please," she mumbled.
"Tell me," he insisted. He flicked her clitoris with his
fingertip, battered the excited, erect button.
"Pleeezzzeee," Judy wailed. Her entire body was bathed in
fiery need. She squeezed the cock in her hand and pulled on it,
trying to pull it to the entrance of her ravenous vagina.
"Why-are-you-doing-this?" McCarter repeated, emphasizing each
word by flicking his finger against her clit.
"Aah-ah-ah-ah-aaahhhhhh," Judy wailed. "Aaawwww, don't
torture me. I'm yours, anything you want, just take me," she
pleaded.
"Why?" McCarter demanded again, still pulverizing her
clitoris.
Judy rolled her head from side to side. Her jaw was working
mindlessly.
"WHY?" he rapped out sharply. Then he jerked his hand away
from her pussy.
"Wwwaaaahhhh!" Judy felt as if she had been doused with a
bucket of ice water. Where there had been searing, agonizing
stimulation, suddenly there was nothing! Which was ten times
worse than what she had been enduring. "It's because of Mark,"
she erupted. "My husband, Mark, he's dying unless we can get the
money," she babbled. "He needs a kidney machine."
Triumphant, the big man pressed his whole hand down on Judy's
dripping, starving pussy. He probed his longest finger into her
vagina and was amazed at the flood of juices that greeted it. He
cupped and pressed her pussy and wiggled his finger in her
soaking, clinging wet hole.
Judy had lost, and she knew it. She rolled toward the victor
and pushed him over on his back. She squirmed her petite, lithe
body over his huge muscular frame, clinging to him with arms and
legs, nibbling at his mouth and chin. Then, straddling him, she
pushed herself upright. With frantic hunger, she gripped his
phallus and held it perpendicular to his body. She positioned her
pussy over it, lowered herself until it nestled at the entrance of
her vagina. Her face became a blank mask of pure engulfing
passion as she lowered herself on the monster tower of pink and
white flesh, driving it up into her darkly bushed sex. She
spitted herself on it with total abandon. She felt it drive deep,
deep into her grasping, dripping vagina, felt it spread the
velvety walls, felt it stuff her full.
"Aaaaawwww," she sighed happily as she settled her hips down
on McCarter, his prick totally in her vagina.
When she finally adjusted to having the fullness she had so
desperately needed, she opened her eyes and looked down at the man
under her. He had his hands behind his head, and was grinning at
her. "You bastard," she hissed.
"Tut-tut," he chided.
"If I didn't need you so damn much, I'd leave right now," she
told him. "You'd be walking bowlegged for a month."
"I sure as hell would," he acknowledged.
"You admit it?" she asked, surprised.
"You think it was easy on me?" he retorted. Then he frowned.
"I'm sorry about your husband."
"Forget about my husband," Judy snapped. "All that matters
right now is this." She lifted off him, feeling his prick slide
from her, then dropped back down on him with a soggy squishing
sound.
"You're right."
"Now I'm going to give you a fucking like you never had
before in your life," she growled. She lifted and dropped again.
His cock felt like a telephone pole in her guts. Leaning forward,
she lifted and dropped again, and again, and again. Her pelvis
rocked forward and back, making his phallus drive into her at
exciting angles, push and tug at the walls of her vagina.
McCarter's face was shining with sweat. He was more than
ready for action. It had taken incredible self-control to keep
from leaping on this delicious woman long ago and pounding his
cock into her slender body. He was sorry about her husband. He
felt a twinge of regret he had brought the matter up at all. But
his regret was washed away in a surge of pleasure as his cock slid
past the walls of her pussy. His hips lifted and he drove up as
she came down on him. Their bodies collided in mid-air and
rebounded. Bouncing his hips off the mattress, using the thrust
of the springs to increase his thrust, he slammed up against Judy
even harder.
Judy felt the shock go straight up her spine to her head.
Her jaw snapped shut as a blast of lust geysered through her from
the impact. She reached down between them with the fingers of her
right hand and diddled her clitoris, increasing her pleasure still
more. Then the man she was screwing caught on to what she was
doing, and brushed her hand aside. His thumbs took over the task,
spreading the upper end of her labia. Cold air struck her inner
folds. When he pinched and rolled her clitoris against her pubic
arch, Judy thought she was going to go mad. She writhed in a wild
frenzy, making her taut breasts jiggle insanely. Her hips jerked
and twisted, forward and back and side to side as she stirred the
monster cock around in her guts. She blazed higher and higher,
until, like a tidal wave, an orgasm engulfed her. She collapsed
forward on McCarter, exhausted. She was dimly aware of the fact
that he was still moving under her.
Then he pulled his hands from where they had been trapped
between them, and gripped the cheeks of her ass. The feeling of
the crack of her bottom being stretched and drawn apart sent
Judy's lust soaring again. Chill air struck her anus which was
sticky and wet with her excess lubricant. She felt cock sliding
in and out of her pussy and clung to the big body between her
thighs.
McCarter used his grip on Judy's ass to move her in
opposition to his thrusts. He was close to the fiery blasting of
an ejaculation. The feel of her little body sliding and quivering
against his was exquisite. Her vagina was tight and hot around
his phallus. He could feel her copious juices on his thighs and
his fingers.
Faster and faster and faster he humped under her, slamming
his cock into her body. His pubic arch was crunching and rolling
against hers at every thrust. Fire was pooling in his loins. He
worked closer and closer and closer, and then he was there, the
muscles deep inside him spasming and jerking. His body was bathed
in fire as he poured his flood of cum into Judy's tight vagina.
His entire body ached and he rammed his prick into her like he
wanted it to come out her mouth. His fingers bruised her buttocks
as he held her welded tight against him until the pulsing and
pumping had died away to just a delicious memory.
Then he relaxed.
Judy's entire body went limp as her second cumming faded
along with McCarter's. She felt totally exhausted. She felt his
prick shrinking inside her, leaving her feeling vaguely empty in
spite of the copious cum he was leaving behind.
"Oh, God," she sighed at last. "Jesus!" She climbed off
him, the shrunken remnant of his prick slipping from her hole.
Aching with exhaustion, she sat slumped on the edge of the bed.
She felt the bed shift as McCarter got up. Finally she stirred
herself and began to dress.
"Mrs. Penncroft?" Andrew McCarter began.
"What?" she asked curtly. She was disgusted with herself,
and with him.
"You've got yourself a sale."
Judy was too tired and too beaten to feel triumphant.
"Great."
"Provided, of course, I can get a mortgage," he added.
"There won't be any problem with it, will there?"
"Shouldn't be," he acknowledged. "Ready to go?"
"Ready." She glanced at the bed. There was a wet stain on
the spread. "Oh, shit," she muttered.
"Nothing we can do about it," McCarter pointed out.
"Let's get the wrinkles out, at least," she suggested.
"Right now it looks like the mating ground of a herd of
crocodiles."
McCarter quickly helped her get the covers straight.
"Maybe it will dry before they get home," he noted.
Judy brightened. "Maybe. He's not supposed to get back
until tomorrow." She carefully locked the front door behind her
and replaced the key in its hiding place.
"I'll check on the mortgage as soon as I can," McCarter
informed her as she drove him back to his office.
"I'd appreciate that."
"I'll call you as soon as I know anything," he said as he got
out. Then he leaned in the window. "I hope your husband gets
better."
"Thanks to you," she replied, "he just may live."
"Don't thank me, I'm just buying a house. Would it make you
feel better or worse if I told you I would have paid the price
whether you'd gone to bed with me or not?"
Judy digested this slowly. "Is that true?"
"What do you think?"
She smiled at him. "You bastard. You really are a sadist,
aren't you?"
"You should know," he said, laughing.
As she drove to the real estate office, Judy didn't know if
she was disgusted with herself, or what. Lurking deep inside was
a bright glowing spot of hope. The possibility of getting the
kidney machine was greater than ever. She pulled up in front of
the office, got out of the car, and went inside. There was a
stack of telephone messages for her.
"Hey, Judy," one of the other agents called to her just as
she finished her last call.
"What?"
"You heard anything about Steven Shein putting his place on
the market?"
Judy froze. She felt the blood drain from her face and hoped
it wasn't noticeable. "Really?"
The man shrugged. "I just heard rumbles that he was
considering selling."
Judy shook her head. "I doubt it. Someone's been feeding
you a line."
"Well it's worth three times what he paid for it. Maybe
Shein needs cash?"
Judy snorted. "He needs cash like I need another you know
what."
"Now that might be interesting." The man snickered.
"You don't have enough for the one I've got," Judy retorted,
and was instantly sorry she had said it.
The man flinched. "Boy, where did you learn language like
that?"
"I worked as a go-go dancer for a while, remember?" Judy said
sweetly. Her insides felt like jelly. "As for Shein, forget it.
I heard the same rumor last week and I've talked to him already."
She picked up her purse and noticed that her hand was shaking
badly.
"How's Mark?" the man asked as she started for the door.
"Not good. See you Monday, maybe."
"Maybe."
Once in the car, Judy began shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly
the rumor mill was grinding, and was threatening to reduce all her
plans to nothing. She was going to have to move very quickly or
it would all be over - she would lose her sale, her commissions,
and her job. And that meant she would lose Mark as well.
Muttering a mixture of prayers and curses, she coaxed the
engine to life and headed homeward. The blistering hot air coming
through the hole in the firewall dried the cum on her panties and
her thighs to a scratchy crust.
Chapter 5
Judy dropped her keys wearily on the counter, and turned the
burner on under the stale, left-over coffee. While she waited for
the coffee to get hot, she stared blindly out the window. The
sound of the coffee boiling roused her from her stupor. She
poured a cup of the steaming, dark liquid, then lowered herself
wearily onto a kitchen chair. Bracing her arms on the table, she
sipped the hot coffee, then frowned, and put the cup down. After
spooning in sugar and creamer, she tasted it again, and decided it
was drinkable.
She didn't need a mirror to know her eyes were bloodshot.
She could practically feel the bags and dark circles. She felt
pure bone weary. Last night had been one of the worst ever for
Mark. Overdue for a treatment, he had writhed, tossed, turned and
sweated all night. Although they hadn't touched or even talked,
neither of them had slept, and they both knew it. Judy had
finally buried her face in her pillow, and smothered her misery in
the bitter foam rubber smell.
Mark was at the hospital right now. Judy had driven him
there - he had been sweating and shivering the whole way as cold
chills wracked his tortured body.
Now, alone in the silent house, Judy sipped the bitter coffee
and tried to get her mind working. She couldn't think of anything
she had to do, but had the nagging feeling there was something she
should be worrying about. Slowly she goaded her exhausted mind
into action, and forced it to review the situation.
Which brought her straight to what she had done in the past
few days. A sour knot of misery formed in her throat, making it
hard to swallow. Taking a grip on herself, she thrust that memory
down. Her mind then went perversely to the parting exchange she
had had at the office the day before. Her muscles slowly knotted
with horror as she reviewed the conversation.
How had the rumor gotten started that Steven Shein was
selling? She had called on him routinely, the same way she did
all people in her territory who had lived in the same house for
over a year and a half. The mobility in the area was high,
surveys showing that few people lived in the same house for more
than two years, especially in high income neighborhoods. There
was a ceaseless shifting from house to house as the young, driving
executives moved up the ladder of the growing businesses in the
area, or were transferred away.
Judy had been sure no one else knew Steven Shein was
considering selling. His wealth was inherited, not dependent on
the ups and downs of large corporations the same way executives'
fates were.
Shein had told her, though, that he was in need of cash.
Maybe some of his investments had gone sour or something? If that
was the case, others might know of his need for money. Adding
that to the incredible increase in the value of his house gave one
obvious conclusion.
Judy sighed. Her mind was beginning to work smoothly as the
caffeine and sugar entered her bloodstream. How the rumor had
gotten out was unimportant. It was out. Judy had done her best
to squelch it in her own agency, and had probably succeeded. She
knew they trusted her. But the rumor was undoubtedly making the
rounds of the other agencies.
Her agreement with Shein was an exclusive one, but it was far
from iron-clad. He might try to break it if he thought he could
get a better deal from someone else.
The trouble with using sex in business, Judy reflected, was
that there was nothing at all binding about it.
But that wasn't what was nagging at Judy. There was something
else, something different, trivial now, but potentially
disastrous.
Andrew McCarter and his mortgage? No, definitely not that.
What was it she had forgotten? She couldn't think if it was
something she had to do something about or not. She knew it was
trivial and stupid, which made her aggravation at forgetting it
even greater. It wasn't something about Mark, it had to do with
Steven Shein and his house, and it also had something to do with
Andrew McCarter.
Judy wracked her brain desperately and came up with a
complete blank.
When the telephone rang, it jarred her so she slopped coffee
onto the table. When Mark was at the hospital, Judy fretted. She
dashed for the phone, terrified that something had gone wrong
during his treatment.
"Hello?" Judy answered fearfully.
"Is this Mrs. Judy Penncroft?" The voice was feminine, soft,
rather deep, and cultured.
"Speaking." It didn't sound like a nurse at the hospital.
"This is Paula Shein, Mrs. Steven Shein."
Judy gulped, surprised. This was one call she hadn't
anticipated at all. "Yes, Mrs. Shein, what can I do for you?"
Judy tried to sound genuinely happy to be hearing from the woman.
"I understand from my husband that you are trying to sell our
house."
"Yes, I am," Judy acknowledged. God, what if Mrs. Shein
didn't want to sell?
"I'd like to discuss the matter with you, if you don't mind."
Judy settled herself in a chair, bracing herself for the
worst. "Certainly, Mrs. Shein. What would you like to know?"
"I'd rather not discuss it over the telephone," Mrs. Shein
said calmly. "Would you be able to meet with me sometime today?"
Judy thought for a second, then nodded, "Yes, I believe so.
I have to pick up my husband at the hospital late this afternoon,
but I have nothing else scheduled."
"Fine. Why don't you come here to the house about noon? We
can have some lunch and discuss things."
"All right, fine," Judy agreed. "I'll be there about noon."
"Thank you, Mrs. Penncroft."
"Thank you, Mrs. Shein," Judy replied politely, then hung up.
Throughout the entire conversation, Paula Shein had given no
hint of what she wanted to talk about. Mentally, Judy replayed
the brief conversation, trying to get some clue as to whether this
was a real problem or not.
Finally, having come up with nothing, Judy glanced at the
clock. She was relieved to find she still had plent of time.
Somehow she had to get rid of the evidence of the sleepless,
exhausting night. Mrs. Steven Shein sounded like class and
polish, and Judy wanted to make the best impression possible.
Judy stripped off her clothes while the water was warming up.
Then she stepped into the cloud of steam and under the pounding
spray. The exhausted aching in her shoulders and neck faded
quickly under the hot blast. Turning, she let the jets of water
hit her face and felt them sluice the sleep out of her eyes. When
she backed up the streams moved down and tingled over her chest.
When the jets hit her nipples the little buds burned and tingled
and stiffened.
Finally Judy picked up the soap and worked lather into the
short, black hair of her head. After rinsing it away, she did her
face with a washrag. Then, her hands still soapy, she lathered
her torso and arms. Her flesh felt warm and resilient to the
touch. As always, there was a warming pleasure from the way her
breasts felt in her hands, firm and feminine, her nipples rubbery
and alert. And there was pleasure, too, in the way her hands felt
to her breasts, making blood surge to those graceful pink-capped
hills.
Fighting the urge to linger, Judy slid her soapy hands down
over her stomach, arching her back to thrust her belly forward.
She looked down over the lathery plain of sleek shining skin and
could see soggy twists of pubic hair just peeping out under her
belly.
When she worked a thick gob of lather into her pubic area, a
softening wave of heat swept through her body. Carefully, Judy
worked the soap deep into her dark bush, soaped far downward,
pressing and squeezing the yielding labia, spreading them to wash
between them into the pink folds of her pussy. A soapy finger
brushed her clitoris and it seemed to jerk in surprise, then
stiffen and beg for more attention. Instead, Judy spread her legs
and reached far back to wash the crack of her ass thoroughly. The
pressure of her fingers around her anus triggered another wave of
pleasure and a strange memory . . .
As she had crouched atop Andrew McCarter, his big cock sunk
in her pussy, he had touched her back there. His strong hands had
clutched at her buttocks, drawing them apart. There had been such
unexpected pleasure in his touch.
Judy stopped playing with her ass and her pussy, and pulled
her hands away with a grimace of disgust. What kind of person was
she becoming? She had nothing against masturbating, she had done
it ever since she had discovered the pleasure to be gotten from it
- in fact, until she had married Mark. And even then she had
fondled herself to an orgasm from time to time. But here and now
wasn't the place nor the time. And after what she had done with
Shein and McCarter it even seemed insane.
Why did everything seem to remind her of her infidelities?
Maybe, when this was all over, she would be able to put her
hideous whoring out of her mind forever.
After rinsing thoroughly, Judy shut off the shower and
grabbed a towel. She rubbed her skin until it glowed pink, then
went into the bedroom to pick out something to wear.
And she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror, as
always. She froze at the sight of her body. She was invariably
pleased with her youthful trimness. It had been longer than she
cared to think since she had engaged in any really energetic
gymnastics, but the trimness and firmness and healthy muscles
still existed.
Finally, she forced her eyes away from her reflection and got
out a pair of clean panties to wear. She reflected as she put on
a blouse and skirt that it was fortunate she didn't need to wear a
bra. They couldn't have afforded to buy her one anyway.
Going out into the bright sunlight, Judy slipped her dark
glasses on. The soiled, dirty feeling of exhaustion had been
washed away by her shower. Now she just felt languidly tired,
reluctant to move, unable to hurry. She made it to the car and
got in. The engine turned over with its usual sick grinding
sound, then sputtered to life. Before pulling away from the curb,
Judy tapped the gas gauge. She was relieved to see the needle
wiggle in response. That meant there was at last a quarter of a
tank left.
By the time she reached the Shein house, Judy's stomach was
growling from hunger in spite of her nagging worries. She was
halfway to the front door when it opened. Paula Shein stood there
waiting for her.
"You're very prompt," Mrs. Shein commented as she shook
Judy's hand.
Judy noted that the woman's grip was strong and firm - and
that the handshake lasted a little too long.
"Mark, my husband, drummed that into me before we were
married," Judy replied. She studied Mrs. Shein carefully.
Judy decided that if you put the Sheins back to back, their
heights would differ by less than half an inch. In her bare feet,
the woman would be about five six. And she was built - like a
brick outhouse was the way Mark would have put it. She was wearing
an expensive black velvet halter that covered, but didn't really
support her full breasts, and a floor-length skirt that hung low
on her hips. An incredible expanse of extraordinarily trim and
well-tanned midriff was exposed. The woman's full hips swayed
sensuously and very gracefully as she led the way into the living
room.
"Would you care for a drink, Mrs. Penncroft?"
Judy met the woman's cool gray eyes, and wondered how much it
cost to get the kind of streaking that highlighted Mrs. Shein's
sleek blonde hair. "I don't believe so, thank you. I've gotten
out of the habit, since Mark isn't permitted to."
"Ah yes, his illness," Mrs. Shein said coolly. "So tragic a
thing to happen to a young man. I was shocked when Steven told me
of it."
"We - keep our hopes up," Judy replied.
"Perhaps some wine with lunch," Mrs. Shein suggested,
shifting the subject gracefully.
"That would be very nice," Judy agreed.
"Come on, I'm ravenous. I only have coffee for breakfast,
and by noon I'm always ferociously hungry." She led the way out
to the pool deck where a table was set in the shade.
"Your husband isn't here?" Judy commented. "I thought he was
getting back this morning?"
"Oh, he was in and out very early. He is a very busy man.
Sometimes we hardly get to see each other."
"Mark and I wouldn't like that at all," Judy commented. The
tall elegant woman made her feel clumsy, graceless, and totally
unsophisticated. Judy sought refuge in the glass of crisp, chill
white wine.
"What was it you wanted to talk about?" Judy ventured as she
began eating.
"That can wait until after lunch," Mrs. Shein replied
smoothly. "Tell me, how did you come to go into real estate? You
know, Steven has many holdings - office buildings and such."
Judy related her search for money and the conversation
drifted aimlessly until the plates were clean and the last of the
wine was in Judy's glass. By then she was feeling loose and
giddy. She decided it had been a mistake to have so much wine on
top of her exhaustion and an empty stomach. She saw Mrs. Shein
drain her glass and decided it would be rude not to do the same.
Mrs. Shein pushed her chair out. "Come with me. I have
something I'd like to show you."
Judy followed, puzzled. They crossed the deck to the doors
to the master bedroom. Mrs. Shein slid them open and stood aside.
Judy stepped into the cool darkness and took off her dark glasses.
She heard the door being slid closed behind her. Paula Shein went
over to the huge bed.
"Look at this," she instructed calmly, indicating the
bedspread with a wave of her hand.
The stain! Judy felt faint as she tottered over to the bed.
Dear God, there, right in the middle of the bed was a white,
crusty stain. Judy suddenly remembered the nagging worry she had
been trying to pin down.
"Oh, how terrible," Judy stammered, "that beautiful
bedspread." Mrs. Shein couldn't know how it got there, Judy was
thinking frantically. The only thing to do was to brazen it out.
She felt the tall woman watching her, and wanted to meet those
cool, appraising gray eyes, but couldn't.
"It's washable," Mrs. Shein finally commented placidly. "But
I must say, Mrs. Penncroft, I would be most interested in seeing a
sample of your sales pitch."
Judy fought a wave of giddiness and terror as the blood
drained from her face. "I d-don't know what you mean?" she
croaked.
"Nonsense," the other woman replied calmly. "There is no one
else who could have done it. It was there when I came home last
night. It was still damp."
"Your husband," Judy suggested stupidly, desperately, and
then instantly regretted it.
"Impossible," Mrs. Shein said calmly, taking no offense.
"Steven was in Topeka yesterday. Granted, he may have left a stain
there, but he wasn't responsible for the one here."
Judy's legs were shaking and she wished she could sit down.
But she didn't dare.
"Now of course," Mrs. Shein went on in the same reasonable
tone, "I am quite certain that it couldn't have been me. So, who
does that leave? It could only be you. You were here yesterday
afternoon with a client. Correct?"
Judy nodded numbly. "What are you going to do?" she asked
fearfully, finally looking at Paula Stein.
"Do? Why should I do anything?" Mrs. Shein replied. "As I
said, the spread is washable."
"I'm-I'm terribly, terribly sorry," Judy apologized abjectly.
Was this why Mrs. Shein had summoned her? Just so she could rub
Judy's nose in her mess like a naughty puppy?
Mrs. Shein folded her arms under her breasts and studied
Judy. Something in her gray eyes made Judy feel naked. "However,
there is another problem."
"Oh?"
"You're aware that this house is jointly owned, are you not?"
Mrs. Shein asked.
"Why, I guess so," Judy admitted. "I mean, I assumed that it
was."
"It is. And naturally, that means that it cannot be sold
without my approval, too," Mrs. Shein went on.
"Naturally," Judy agreed, feeling a new fear begin gnawing at
her.
Paula Shein nibbled delicately on one well-manicured
fingernail, then inspected it thoughtfully. She spoke with
careful deliberation, "I am not really certain that I want this
house to be sold."
Judy shivered.
"It really is a very pleasant house," Mrs. Shein went on.
"It is roomy and comfortable, and I like the swimming pool. Oh, I
suppose it is a little large for just the two of us, but we can
afford it, so why not?"
Judy listened, her heart sinking. Steven Shein had been
wrong when he had told her his wife would be no problem. What
could Judy do?
"But the stain on the bed got me to thinking," Mrs. Shein
went on. "Perhaps there is some way you could convince me to
agree to sell this house."
"What?" Judy croaked.
Paula Shein advanced on Judy. Her steady gaze held Judy
riveted in place. "That cute little gymnastics-trained body of
yours must know some very interesting moves," the taller woman
mused. She began unbuttoning Judy's blouse.
Judy was too flabbergasted to do more than gape. Then she
made a feeble attempt to pull herself together and brush away
Paula's hands, but failed. "But-but, you're married," Judy
spluttered. "You can't be . . ." She couldn't finish the
sentence.
"Queer? Gay? Lesbian?" Paula Shein finished for her. "No,
not really, or rather, not strictly. My, those are pretty little
breasts," she sighed. "Those cute, pink little nipples are so
eager and alert."
Judy shivered. Paula Shein was teasing her nipples, and they
liked it! Their reaction astonished and dismayed Judy. She
flapped her arms loosely.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty," Paula Shein crooned softly,
pinching Judy's delicate pink nipples, rolling them between her
long, graceful fingers, tugging them outward to stretch Judy's
small breasts provocatively. "I'm not a homosexual," Paula
explained. "I am a bisexual. Put crudely, I swing both ways."
"But Steven," Judy blurted out, trying desperately to fight
the tremors of lust that were shaking her.
"Steven knows all about it," Mrs. Shein answered easily. "As
a matter of fact, he finds it rather enjoyable. Sometimes I bring
my girl friends home and we have some truly interesting
variations."
Judy shook her head in futile denial. She had been stripped
of her blouse and was naked to the waist. She wanted to break and
run, but something held her rooted to the spot in the lush
bedroom.
"Let's compare breasts, shall we?" Mrs. Shein asked, undoing
her halter, then tossing the garment aside. Then she ran her
hands up, cupped her large, lush breasts and ran her thumbs over
her nipples. "OOOOoooohhhh, that's so much better. We're both
very fortunate - not needing to wear bras."
Judy's eyes were glued to the tall woman's breasts. They
were magnificent glands, full and round and heavy, with no sag.
There was a vague line of tan cutting barely above the nipples,
although below the line they were nearly as tan as above. The
nipples were large sturdy buds, dimpled at the tips, and
surrounded by large areolae. Judy had the insane urge to touch
those heavy, warm masses, to measure their firmness and weight.
She lifted her hands hesitantly.
"Yes, touch them," Mrs. Shein urged. "Lift them and feel
them. Feel how soft they are, and warm and heavy. Feel them."
Judy's mind was buzzing from the wine. She touched the
handsome woman's full, lush breasts with gentle fingers and an
electric thrill passed up her arms from her fingertips. Nothing
in the world could feel so soft and warm and inviting. Judy wanted
to bury her face in the deep, scented valley between them. She
managed to restrain herself, and continued just cupping and
lifting the two marvelously heavy, exciting globes. Then she ran
her thumbs over the rubbery nipples, the way Mark loved to do with
hers.
"MMMmmmm," Paula Shein purred. Then she reached out to
Judy's hips and skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. A
gentle push sent it down to tangle on the floor.
Judy fastened her attention completely on the breasts she was
exploring with her hands. She was aware of her skirt dropping
away, that she was left in only her panties. Judy was afraid she
would go mad if she thought of anything other than the soft,
graceful beauty of Paula Shein's tits. She thought neither of
what was happening to her, nor of what was going to happen to her.
All that mattered was the soft, warm exciting globes of flesh in
her hands.
Paula Shein unfastened her own long skirt and it dropped
away. She wasn't wearing panties. Her hips were faintly striped
by a minuscule bikini bottom. Her bush was dark brown, thick and
curling, and mysterious, nestled between strong, graceful, tanned
thighs.
Kneeling briefly, Paula rolled Judy's panties down her slim,
strong legs and off. Then, as she stood up, she stroked her hands
the length of Judy's nude body, up the backs of her legs, over her
buttocks, and up her back.
That simple, straightforward caress melted the remnant of
resistance that was left in Judy. The wine and her own passionate
nature had her seething with sexual need. She was a willing,
eager toy in Paula's hands now.
Paula was ready to make full use of the shapely woman
standing nude before her. This was the most exciting encounter
she had had in a long time. The lithe, slim, athletic body of
Judy Penncroft was the most exciting she had ever seen. She held
Judy's eyes now, and saw the surrender in them. Gently, but
firmly, she drew Judy toward her, and licked her lips in
anticipation.
Willingly, Judy tilted her head for the kiss she knew was
coming, and closed her eyes submissively. Paula's lips were warm
and moist and thrilling, working softly, easing Judy's lips open
to admit a probing tongue. Warm soft breasts pressed against
Judy's chest and then there was a warm, feminine body against
hers. Judy could smell the exciting expensive perfume Paula Shein
wore. Judy touched Paula with her hands, slid them around her,
then Judy was pressing Paula as tightly against herself as Paula
was pressing her.
Judy was whirled away on a tidal wave of unexpected, lesbian
pleasure. The experience of being nude in the arms of another
woman who was also nude, meanwhile indulging in a devouring sexual
kiss, was unlike anything Judy had ever experienced. The skin
against her own soft silky skin was just as soft and silken, with
none of the harsh scratchiness of a man's skin. The muscles
embracing her were soft and feminine and tender, not hard and
demanding like a man's. There were breasts against her breasts -
soft yielding pillows instead of hard pectoral muscles
Judy whimpered deep in her throat as she and Paula Shein
tumbled sideways onto the bed. She let Paula roll them over in a
thrilling tangle of sleek, shaved, feminine limbs. With legs
interlocked, Judy was pressing her warm, juicy pussy against
Paula's smooth thigh, and felt Paula's scratchy pubic hair
scrubbing her own thigh.
Freeing one hand, Judy slid it between them, squeezed it
between the clashing cushions of her breasts and Paula's to fondle
the other woman's soft mammary glands. At the same time, Judy
slid her other hand down the sleek, smooth graceful curve of
Paula's back and cupped one of the woman's lush, yielding
buttocks, then hauled Paula's pelvis tight against her own.
The two women formed an erotic tangle of smooth, female
bodies on the huge bed. Judy's slender, smaller frame pressed and
twined tightly with Paula's larger, more womanly body.
Paula broke the kiss at last, flicking her tongue out to lap
at Judy's cheek, the side of her throat, her delicate, sensitive
ear. With a soft, excited sigh, Judy rolled onto her back,
maintaining contact with Paula with one hand, brushing Paula's
full, swaying breasts, first one and then the other.
Paula licked delicately at the side of Judy's throat, and
Judy turned her head to give the bigger woman better access to
her. Judy's face was a mask of pure lust as she submitted to the
other woman's caresses.
Tongue working delicately, Paula eased her way downward,
lapping now on Judy's upper chest, tracing long wet strokes with
her tongue. The clean scent of soap still clung to Judy's skin,
inflaming Paula's desire even further. The delicate, shy touch of
Judy's fingers on her breasts sent delicious, electrical jolts
through Paula.
Brushing a lock of her own hair aside, Paula touched her
tongue to one of Judy's nipples, flicking her rubbery nubbin
excitingly.
Judy sucked in her breath as the jolt of that oral caress
blazed through her. Her hand cupped and lifted one of Paula's
full breasts, feeling the hard nipple press into her hand. Judy's
hips were beginning to roll and twist impatiently.
Her soft hair brushing Judy's heaving chest, Paula shifted
her mouth to Judy's other breast, sucking on the turgid, begging
nipple, scraping it with her tongue. Then she pulled away and
looked down on Judy tenderly.
"Please," Judy pleaded softly, looking into Paula Shein's
face longingly. "Please, don't stop."
"You'll reciprocate?" Paula asked softly, not wanting a
passive partner in their interlude.
"Yes," Judy choked out. "Yes, anything, only please, don't
stop now."
Paula Shein turned and her head swept down toward Judy's
crotch. Judy let her thighs spread, invited the probing she knew
was coming, committing herself to orally exploring the other
woman's dripping pussy.
Paula lifted one leg over Judy's head as she pressed her face
into the thick, black bush between Judy's trim, sleek thighs.
Paula was smothered in the exciting smell of the other woman's
pussy. She pressed her tongue into the metallic-salty flesh
between the labia, probing deep into the honey hole of Judy's
dripping vagina. While Paula chewed ecstatically on Judy's
dripping folds of flesh she lowered her own crotch onto Judy's
face.
Judy was blazing with lust, wave after fiery wave of
overpowering sexual pleasure. Her hips were jerking and twisting
as she thrilled to having her pussy devoured. She had always
loved oral sex. She saw Paula's thickly bushed crotch descending
on her face, and closed her eyes and wetted her lips nervously.
Her nose was pressing into thick wiry curls and she was smothering
in the thick musky scent of feminine secretions. Hesitantly at
first, then with a driving, raunchy need, Judy drilled her tongue
into Paula Shein's oozing, dripping pussy, probing as deeply as
she could into her slimy vagina, working her jaw against the pulpy
folds of flesh. Paula's hips began to twist and heave, mashing
Judy's head back into the mattress. Judy fought back by trying to
bore more deeply into the smothering pussy engulfing her face. As
she increased Paula's searing lust, Judy was rewarded by increased
efforts on Paula's part. Paula's mouth was sliding, seeking.
Suddenly lips closed around Judy's clitoris, and Judy thought her
whole body was going to explode into glittering fragments.
Half out of her mind from an endless lesbian orgasm, Judy
sought the bump of Paula Shein's clit with her own lips. She
sucked juicy, quivering, oozing folds of flesh between her lips,
found the pearl of Paula's nerve-laden button, and battered it
wildly with her tongue.
Paula's hips suddenly cut loose in a titanic heave and Judy
lost her target. Frantically, Judy wrapped her arms around
Paula's hips and clutched at Paula's ass to restrain her
convulsive heaving and keep contact with her clitoris. At the
same time, Judy's own hips were heaving, slamming her pubis into
Paula's working, sucking, stimulating, eating mouth.
The sapphic coupling degenerated into a quivering, muscle-
straining tangle as the two orgasms went on and on and on. Faces
were mashed against crotches, squeezed between clutching thighs.
Juicy, wet, slurping eating sounds filled the room for a long
time. Finally, sexual and muscular exhaustion released the women
from their torment. Then they simply lay limp, Paula still on top
of Judy.
Finally, Paula rolled off Judy. Gloriously, shamelessly
nude, Paula went into the bathroom and returned with a damp
washrag. Sitting on the side of the bed, she tenderly washed the
spit and cum from Judy's face. Then she carefully bathed Judy's
pussy and the insides of her thighs.
Judy didn't move. Mentally, emotionally, and physically, she
hurt from the uninhibited lesbianic interlude.
"You are quite a saleslady," Paula commented, breaking the
silence at last.
Judy stared at the woman. "Why?" she asked miserably.
"Why not?" Paula countered easily. "Do you love your
hausband any less, or want him any less now?"
"No," Judy acknowledged after a moment's thought.
"Exactly. Men and women just have different things to offer.
I like cock just as much as I like pussy, and I'll suck cock as
eagerly as I'll eat pussy."
The foul words seemed to spout easily from Paula Shein's
elegant mouth. Judy shook her head, still bewildered. "I've got
to go."
"I hope your husband will live," Paula commented. "He has a
fine wife. Oh, and incidentally, about selling the house?"
Judy paused, her panties half up her thighs. "Yes?"
"I have always disliked this place."
"But you said . . ."
"I know what I said. I also know what I wanted."
Somehow, Judy felt no resentment at finding out she had been
used again.
Paula waved her hand at the windows that looked out over the
valley. She didn't look in their direction, however. "It's a
beautiful house, I agree. And the view is unbelievable."
"Then why do you dislike it?" Judy asked, honestly curious.
"Steven doesn't know it, by the way," Paula added. "The
trouble is, I am afraid of heights."
Comprehension dawned on Judy, and along with it, sympathy.
"I'm sorry."
"Now you know a secret about me, just as I know a secret
about you. We are at each other's mercy."
"I wouldn't . . ."
"Neither would I," Paula assured her. "Give me a kiss before
you go?"
Judy put her heart and her soul into the kiss she gave the
taller woman. They met, woman to woman, equals in the long,
honest embrace.
"Good luck with your husband, and the buyer," Mrs. Shein
said.
"Thank you," Judy replied. "And good luck with your new
house."
Chapter 6
Judy lay snuggled in Mark's arms, her skin sliding gently
against his as he breathed. He was sleeping peacefully, for once,
because of his recent treatment. Adding to his relaxed state was
the strenuous lovemaking he and Judy had just indulged in.
Judy, on the other hand, was wide awake, her mind endlessly
circling, giving her no peace. Over and over and over again she
relived the events of the past few days. Her conscience was
determined to give her no peace. Guilt was a sour knot in her
stomach, a bitter coating in her mouth.
How had she gotten into the whole mess? That was the
question that kept repeating itself in her mind. Over and over
and over again she kept trying to answer it - with justifications,
life or death reasons.
Then why are you enjoying it so much? asked her conscience.
So she tried to tell it that she wasn't really enjoying all
the extramarital sex. But it was a stupid denial. She had
enjoyed it, and she knew it. She had enjoyed the carnal coupling
with Steven Shein on the sun-baked pool deck, his thick cock
pistoning in her dripping, hungry vagina. She had enjoyed the
juicy, uninhibited screwing with Andrew McCarter, had relished the
feel of the big Irishman slamming his powerful phallus into her
tender pussy.
And, worst - or best - of all, had been the lesbian tangling
with Paula Shein. Judy had had several brushes with lesbianism:
in high school, during her gymnastics career, and while she had
been a dancer. In high school there had been hesitant
experimentation at slumber parties, although not by Judy herself.
Two of her girl friends, whose reputations were already shot, had
tussled wildly one night, thighs driving into pussies, while Judy
and the other pajama-clad fifteen-year-olds had watched, giggling
nervously.
On the gymnastics tour there had been a lesbian romance that
all the team members had known about. Judy had been careful not
to make friends with either of the lesbians.
At the bar where she had worked Judy had been propositioned
by one of the older girls. Shocked, sickened, and a little
frightened, Judy had brushed the girl off rudely.
And now, Judy reflected, she had done it with another woman.
Instead of it being sickening and disgusting, she had enjoyed it.
She had enjoyed it easily as much as she enjoyed sex with Mark, or
Steven Shein, or Andrew McCarter. She could still remember the
intensity of the orgasm Paula Shein had brought her to with her
sucking and chewing. Judy could still remember the taste of
Paula's streaming, dripping, cumming pussy, the overpowering scent
of female sex.
The memory brought a perverse flicker of sexual excitement
that made Judy tense her crotch muscles. Desperately, she thrust
the memory out of her mind, and tried to focus it on her other
troubles.
Had she locked her desk at work? That thought sent a chill
up her spine. The listing agreement Steven Shein had signed was
still in her desk. Granted, it was hidden. But what if someone
went into her desk looking for a yellow pad? Then Judy remembered
that during her senseless dithering before coming home, she had
locked her desk.
Who would she have to go to bed with next? The question
surged tantalizingly to the surface of her mind. Why would she
have to go to bed with anyone else? She had the Sheins' agreement
to sell, and Andrew McCarter's to buy. There was no one else to go
to bed with.
Judy tried to deny that this conclusion gave her a feeling of
disappointment. She didn't want to go to bed with anyone but her
husband! She didn't!
But she did. Irrationally, perversely, she did want to have
other men than Mark. And the hideous fact was that it really
didn't matter too much who it was. An orgasm was an orgasm, was
an orgasm. And the orgasms she had gotten from Steven Shein,
Andrew McCarter, and Paula Shein had been fully as good as any
that she had ever had with Mark. They had, in fact been better,
because of the "forbidden fruit" aspect of them, a strange house,
a strange setting, with strangers.
Nothing like it had ever happened to her before in her life,
had it? She had never been wild or wanton, had she? Oh, she
hadn't been a virgin when she had married Mark. In fact, she
hadn't been a virgin when she had met Mark. But she had never
been promiscuous - had she?
She had blocked all recollections of a certain incident for
years. She had deliberately forgotten that incredible night
because of the shame she felt about it. But now it loomed large
in her mind as she lay in the grasp of her trusting, unsuspecting
husband. Maybe that one wild night was more her true nature than
the life she had been living ever since.
Judy opened the floodgates of her mind to that long
suppressed memory . . . It had been her senior year in high
school, in March, near the end of both the basketball and
gymnastics seasons.
* * *
"Come on, Dick, lemme have some more beer," Cynthia urged,
reaching for the can.
"Ah-ah-ah, no you don't, not right now," Dick replied,
holding the can out of reach in his left hand while he steered the
convertible with his right.
"Gimme!" Cynthia demanded, leaning across, making a dive for
the beer. The car slewed wildly to the wrong side of the road.
Judy felt Sam's arm tighten around her. She was practically
paralyzed with fright. Her fingers turned white around the can of
beer she was clutching.
"Knock it off up there," Sam urged. "Come on, Cindy, cool
it, will you?"
Cindy glanced sourly at Sam, but did flounce back down in the
seat. Her two short ponytails flicked as she tossed her head in
aggravation. "Dick the Prick," she taunted. "Dick the Prick won't
let me have another beer."
"Where we going?" Sam asked, trying to change the subject.
"I don't know," Dick said. "Since the cops clamped down on
that fire road in the hills, where is there to go?"
"Darn cops," Judy grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she took a
swallow of beer. She really didn't like the taste of beer, but
didn't want to be a poop about it. But she did sincerely share
her crowd's opinion of the cops closing down the fire road. So
what if there had been trouble up there? If the goons from across
town hadn't gotten into the act, no one would have been the wiser
about that old road being a make-out place. Now no one could use
it. And it was where Judy had lost her virginity, too. It wasn't
fair at all.
"Let's go to school!" Cindy suggested abruptly,
characteristically leaping from one mood to another.
"School!?" the others asked in shocked disbelief.
Dick glanced sideways at his date. "You have had too much
beer. School's the last place we want to go."
Cindy shook her head, making her ponytails flip wildly. "Uh
uh, it's just the place to go. 'Cause I got a secret."
Judy took another swallow of beer, almost enjoying it now she
was beginning to get giddy.
"What's your secret?" Sam asked. He slid his hand down to
cover Judy's breast.
Judy snuggled under his arm and reached for his hand. She
pressed it down on the gentle mound of her breast, feeling the
lace of her bra scratch her nipple and make it burn. "Yeah,
what's your secret?" she asked casually, in an attempt to hide
what was going on between her and Sam. The tremor in her voice
betrayed her, but no one seemed to notice.
"I know a way of getting in," Cindy announced in a hushed
tone, as if she was revealing the location of buried treasure.
"Awww, come off it, Cindy," Dick snorted. "They've had that
place locked up like Fort Knox ever since someone trashed it last
year."
"Yeah," Sam said, still fondling Judy's warm breast. "They
even put in a lousy alarm system."
"I know a way in," Cindy insisted pertly.
"Oh yeah? How?" Dick demanded.
"Secret."
"Come on, you're bullshitting me."
"I am not! Gimme some beer and I'll tell you."
Dick handed over the beer. "All right, talk."
Cindy took a swig of beer, then a second. When Dick reached
for the can, she held it out of reach. "Okay, I'll tell you," she
agreed. "Better, I'll show you. Honest and true, there's a way
to get into the school, a safe way."
"Let's give it a try," Sam said. "Should be fun."
"What if we get caught?" Judy asked, worried in spite of the
beer.
"You chicken?" Cindy challenged.
"Course not," Judy said quickly, stung. "Let's go."
"Park at the Pizza Shack," Sam suggested. "That way no one'll
notice the car."
From the Pizza Shack, the four of them crossed the street.
Judy squeezed Sam's hand tightly with excitement and nervousness.
She was dry-mouthed, and glad that Cindy had several beers stowed
safely in her big tote bag.
In a few minutes, they were all standing in dark silence.
"S-Sam?" Judy whispered softly, her heart pounding.
"Right here."
"See, I told you," Cindy boasted, in full voice. After the
tense silence, it sounded as if she were shouting.
"Ssssshhhh," Dick said desperately. "Jeesus!"
"No one can hear us," Cindy said boldly. "Come on.
"Where?" Dick asked.
"Take my hand, Dummy," Cindy instructed. "Hey! That's not my
hand!"
"Lots more interesting than your hand, though," Dick replied.
Judy wondered what was going on in the darkness.
"Not now," Cindy informed him primly. "Right now, let's get
going. Come on, everybody link hands and follow me."
As they shuffled their way through the darkness, Judy wished
she had a hand free so she could check whether she had torn her
dress when they had slipped through the window into the basement.
It was brand new, a close, clinging sheath and it had cost her a
month's allowance.
The corridors of the empty building were dark and mysterious.
The only light came from FIRE EXIT signs. Their red glow
reflected eerily off the polished floors. As the four of them
rambled and romped through the building, their voices and
footsteps echoed weirdly back at them. Soon they were chasing
hilariously through the building, darting in and out of rooms and
halls. With the heart-thumping excitement of the forbidden, the
boys went into the girls' rest rooms, and Judy and Cindy giggled
at the urinals in the boys' bathrooms. Dick stood in front of one
of the tile urinals, pretending to use it. When he was challenged
to really use it, with all of them watching, he blustered his way
out of it, and the room.
Eventually, the four of them pushed into the huge, dark,
echoing gymnasium. Scooping up a loose basketball, Sam and Dick
dribbled and passed wildly around the floor while Judy and Cindy
tried to provide some opposition. When they were all panting,
they slumped down on a tumbling mat that was along one wall.
Beers were opened and the only sound was panting and gulping.
"And that was the way Sam and I demolished Denton High for
the Regional Championship," Dick boasted when he had caught his
breath.
"What was the way?" Judy asked. She was tucked comfortably
under Sam's arm again. Cindy had one hand high on Dick's thigh,
and Dick's fingers were stroking the slope of one of Cindy's
breasts. The sight made Judy feel hot.
"That display of basketball virtuosity, of course," Dick
answered, after taking another slug of beer.
"Well," Cindy said proudy, "Judy and I brought the gymnastics
team its championship."
"Hey," Dick exclaimed, "how about a gymnastics exhibition?"
"How about it?" Judy asked dubiously.
"Sam and I have never seen you girls do your stuff," Dick
pointed out. "We always have a basketball game when you have an
exhibition, remember?"
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Hey, which of you two is better,
anyway?"
"I'm first on balance beam and vaulting," Judy said, "and
second in floor exercises and uneven parallel bars. What are you,
Cindy?" Judy asked the question with just a trace of cattiness.
She knew Cindy was a distant third in everything.
"The judges are prejudiced," Cindy said sourly.
Judy had some more beer, and was emboldened by the alcohol.
"Bullshit!"
"Well, they are. They think I've got too big a fanny. You,
you're just built like a boy, that's why they like you. Bunch of
perverts, that's what they are."
Judy was surprised at Cindy's vehemence.
"I've got an idea," Dick said quickly. "How about a contest
right now?"
"Right now?" Judy asked dubiously, suddenly aware of her
intoxication.
"Sure," Sam said eagerly. "Dick and I will be the judges."
"But . . . but . . ." Judy stuttered. "The only thing out is
the mats."
"So, floor exercises," Dick commented. "You've always said
that's the most demanding. And besides, it's not your strongest
event, and it's not Cindy's either, so it'll be more even."
"Yeah," Cindy agreed. "Why not?"
"We-we don't have our uniforms with us," Judy pointed out
desperately.
"So. who needs uniforms?" Cindy demanded, encouraged by
Judy's reluctance. "Come on, Judy. You chicken? You afraid I'll
beat you?"
"Of course not," Judy snapped. "But how're you going to do a
cartwheel in a tight skirt?"
Cindy bounded to her feet. "That, my little precious, is
simple!" She reached behind her and quickly unzipped her dress.
Judy watched in shock as Cindy pulled the dress forward and
down her arms. The blonde girl's bra seemed to shine in the light
from the EXIT sign nearest them. Without hesitating, Cindy pushed
her dress down and off and stepped out of it. She stood in front
of them in only her bra and panties, slender, graceful, and
pretty.
"Well, come on, you chicken?" Cindy taunted. "You think you
can beat me fully dressed? Let's give the guys a real show,
okay?"
The beer and her pride goaded Judy to her feet. "Okay," she
agreed. Her fingers shook as she reached for the zipper at the
back of her dress.
"Let me help," Sam offered gallantly.
Judy turned her back and felt the zipper go down. Then she
stripped her dress off. A hot flash of excitement boiled through
her as Sam and Dick goggled at her slender beauty.
"Come on," Cindy urged.
"How are we going to do this?" Judy asked. "We don't have any
music."
"Screw the music," Cindy snorted. "It always mixes me up,
anyway. Tell you what. I'll do something, then you see if you
can do it. Then you do something, and then I'll match it. Okay?"
"Okay," Judy agreed, feeling cool air touch her bare midriff
between her lace bra and skimpy panties. She could feel Sam's
eyes on her buttocks as she walked over and stood beside Cindy on
the mat.
"Here goes." Cindy launched herself across the dark floor in
a series of graceful cartwheels. Halfway through, something white
flew through the air. The blonde bounced to a halt and covered
her bare breasts with her hands. Her bra had let go under the
strain.
Judy was halfway through her third cartwheel when she felt
one of her own straps break. She finished up, then held onto the
strap, pulling the cup up over her small breast.
"Well, come on," Cindy urged. She was still covering her
breasts with her hands. "If you stop now, I win."
"But . . ." Judy stuttered.
"Chicken!" Cindy snapped.
"Okay, you asked for it," Judy flared, nettled. "You have to
match me this time." Releasing her strap, Judy quickly shed her
bra so it wouldn't be in her way. She took a series of quick
steps, then hurled herself through the air into a front flip.
Landing on her feet, she rolled immediately into a front
sommersault, then stopped in a back-straining arch, and touched
the back of her head with one foot.
Her panties were climbing into the crack of her ass
uncomfortably. When she relaxed, ending in an arched push-up,
Cindy had moved up beside her. The girls were facing Sam and
Dick. The two boys were staring hungrily at Judy and Cindy, at
Judy's nearly nude body, at her bare, young, sweet breasts.
Judy felt a flash of shame and excitement burn through her.
Beside her, out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cindy's
fuller, rounder breasts. Cindy's nipples were hard, sharp and
excited.
"Like it, Dick?" Cindy asked teasingly. "Who's winning?"
"Haven't see enough of the gymnasts yet," Sam said quickly.
Judy instantly saw what he was driving at. She flushed, and
wanted to stop right then and there. But Cindy didn't.
"Damn panties are getting in my way," Cindy complained,
rolling gracefully to her feet. With her back to the two boys,
she stripped them down and off. Then she darted across the mat,
her pale buttocks rolling and jerking, flashing white as she
danced through a series of spins, then arched through the air in a
flip with a half twist so that she ended up facing Judy, Sam and
Dick.
Judy was frozen with shock. Cindy was naked! In front of
both the boys! Judy wasn't a virgin, but had also never been
naked in front of any boy except Sam - never two at once.
"Come on, chicken, or you lose," Cindy taunted, posing
boldly, her naked sixteen-year-old body a study in light and
shadow. "Come on. Chicken!"
Stung, and also slightly giddy from the tumbling and the
beer, Judy got to her feet. Maybe Cindy had a legitimate gripe
about her panties - they certainly were uncomfortable cramming up
into the crack of your ass and your pussy. Keeping her back to
the boys, Judy stripped hers off. Quickly, before she really
thought about it, she duplicated Cindy's routine, keeping up the
charade that they were involved in a competition.
All the way through the maneuver she was aware of the boys
watching her naked crotch, could feel the mounds of her breasts
quivering and shaking from the strenuous exercise. She was
getting more and more excited from the wild, naked gymnastics
performance in the empty, darkened gym.
She slammed to a halt facing Dick and Sam and saw the way
they were watching her, and Cindy. The whole thing was incredibly
erotic, wildly exciting.
"One more time," Cindy panted, "and I think we've got them."
"Huh?" Judy asked, winded and bewildered.
"Those two," Cindy whispered, pointing at Sam and Dick.
"They're about to cream their pants just from watching us."
"But . . ."
"Watch this," Cindy ordered, and took off across the mat. It
looked like any other routine, except that it didn't end at the
edge of the mat, but went on across the floor.
Judy didn't want to watch Cindy laying herself nude across
Dick's lap, but couldn't stop herself. Cindy was offering herself
to him, completely, boldly, unashamedly, while Sam and Judy
watched. Cindy curled her arm around Dick's neck and drew his
head down for a devouring, open-mouthed kiss. Then she challenged
Judy. "Well, come on!"
Inflamed with a weird lust, Judy followed the same route that
Cindy had, and wound up in Sam's arms. His hand reached out and
engulfed her breast and she kissed him, boiling with excitement.
The embrace became shamelessly erotic, as Judy began stripping Sam
of his clothes. Then they were both naked, squirming and writhing
and feeling each other up - hot cock and dripping, pussy, soft
breasts and slick skin.
"Hey, look," Sam said softly, turning so Judy could see Cindy
and Dick.
Judy snuggled against her steady. His arms were around her.
One hand was on her breasts, the other on her naked pussy. She
was watching Cindy straddling Dick. Cindy lifted Dick's prick,
and stopped, poised over it. She aimed its pink bulbous head up
into her pussy, her nearly hairless blonde pussy. The labia were
plainly visible in the light from the EXIT sign. Then she lowered
herself on the tower of blood and gristle, pushed herself down on
the turgid phallus. Her young face was twisted with lust as she
fucked herself wildly on the big cock.
"Shit!" Sam swore softly, his hand digging into Judy's pussy,
his finger working in her soaking, oozing opening.
Judy was too hot to do more than sigh. Sam's hand in her
pussy was sending wave after wave of searing, gut-wrenching
excitement through her. But the sight of Cindy taking that
monster cock up into her sex was even more stimulating. Judy
spread her legs, bent her knees. Her hips rolled as she watched
Cindy fucking Dick.
Cindy looked over at Judy, straight up into Judy's wide open
crotch, where Sam's finger was pumping in Judy's dripping opening.
"Neat!" the blonde girl exclaimed excitedly. "Lemme see you take
cock in there, Judy."
Judy flushed, turned on Sam, and ripped his hand away from
her sex. She pushed Sam down on his back, then straddled him.
She had never done it like this before. Her experience had been
limited to episodes on the back seat of a car. But seeing Cindy
do it had given her the needed impetus. A wild, overpowering
insane sexuality was driving Judy onward.
She lowered herself on Sam's big, hard cock and drove it up
into her dripping vagina while Cindy and Dick watched. Then,
while she fucked herself down on Sam, Judy watched Cindy fucking
Dick. Cindy's breasts quivered and shook. She lifted and Dick's
cock slid into view, wet and shining - then lowered herself and
Dick's cock vanished between her spread labia.
Watching Cindy and Dick increased Judy's excitement. She
pumped up and down on Sam's phallus, feeling it piston in her
tight, youthful, almost virginal pussy. The fact that Cindy was
watching her made Judy's excitement greater, made her move faster,
made her hips rock and roll wildly. She reached down and fingered
her own clitoris while she pumped up and down on Sam's prick.
"Oh man," Cindy sighed. "Oh man, am I going to cum. Oh
shit, am I going to Cum, CUM, CUM!"
Dick's hips heaved upward and slammed his cock into Cindy's
spasming pussy. The blonde girl hung quivering on the skewer in
her guts and a wave of thick goo oozed from the joint between
their two sexes and smeared into Dick's pubic hair.
Sam was ramming his cock up into Judy as she lifted and
dropped on him. She kept her eyes on the two straining
interlocked bodies in front of her, until her own flaming orgasm
engulfed her and she was trembling in the grip of her cumming.
* * *
Judy shook her head. She carefully freed herself from Mark's
embrace and slipped into the bathroom. Closing the door, she
turned on the light, leaned on the sink, and stared blindly at her
reflection in the mirror. The rest of that long-ago night with
Sam and Dick and Cindy was a kaleidoscopic jumble of sex, and more
sex, with Sam and with Dick indiscriminately. They had traded
partners all night in a wanton orgy. Youthful endurance had made
all things possible for them. They had watched each other making
love, and thrilled to being watched. The huge tumbling mat for
their bed, they had had a boundless, unrestrained night of sex.
It was a wild night of experimentation as they had all tried to
out-perform each other.
Judy wondered - was that the way she really was? Was she,
deep down, just an animal?
She couldn't be. That night had been a fluke, an accident,
youthful experimentation, nothing more. It no more made her a
nymphomaniac than one single marijuana cigarette made her a dope
addict.
But, if that was true, why had she so enjoyed herself with
the Sheins and with Andrew McCarter? Maybe she was just a wanton
slut. Because, she was, after all, looking forward to an
encounter with someone. The sale wasn't final yet. Maybe there
was more to come. She hoped there wasn't, for the sake of her
sanity. But, at the same time, she hoped there was.
After taking two aspirin, Judy slipped back in bed beside her
husband, and tried, unsuccessfully, to sleep.
Chapter 7
Judy was fiddling aimlessly with leftover paperwork. The
first thing she had done when she had gotten to the office was
check for the listing agreement. Her knees had begun shaking when
she discovered that she had not locked her desk after all. But
the Shein listing agreement was still safely hidden where she had
left it.
Now she could only wait. She used the time to get caught up
on her paperwork. Because interest rates were sky high, the real
estate business was in a slump. Most people who wanted to buy
couldn't get the loans they needed. And very few people wanted to
sell. Anyone who could was grimly hanging on to what he had.
Which was what had driven Judy to take the desperate steps
she had with Steven Shein. Now the die was cast. All she could
do was wait. Mark's time on the kidney machine was drawing closer
and closer to an end, making the waiting all the more difficult.
Judy jumped when the telephone rang, then grabbed it before
the one other agent that was in could answer it.
"Mrs. Penncroft, this is Andrew McCarter," the voice on the
other end said.
"Yes, sir," Judy responded, acutely conscious that the other
salesman was listening to everything she said. "How are you
today?"
"Fine, thanks."
"What can I do for you?" Judy asked, trying to make it sound
like an ordinary inquiry.
"Mrs. Penneroft, we seem to have a problem" Mr. McCarter
answered.
Judy's heart sank. "Oh?" she asked, trying to keep her fear
from showing on either her face or in her voice.
"I've had a bit of a problem with the bank," McCarter
continued. "They don't want to give me a mortgage."
"Why not?" Judy asked. She saw the other salesman eyeing her
curiously, which made her even more cautious. She was searching
for phrases and sentences that would give nothing away about the
sale.
"They won't say, exactly."
"It's not you, is it?" Judy asked fearfully.
"No, definitely not," McCarter assured her "My credit is A-
one. No, that's not the problem."
"Too expensive?" Judy pried.
"No. If they'd give me the mortgage they'd only want eight
per cent. That's a bargain these days."
"Then I don't understand."
"They just don't seem to want to release the money," McCarter
continued.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"I told them that. How can they make money if they don't
loan out money is my philosophy. They gave me a runaround about
not wanting to put that much money into one project. They also
made some comment about being able to get a better return on
short-term paper, rather than a thirty-year mortgage. I think
they are trying to pull a stall, on the theory that the ceiling on
interest rates is going to be raised again."
"That makes sense," Judy agreed.
"The man who is the problem is Milton Caldwell," McCarter
went on.
"Why tell me?" Judy asked. She was relieved to note that her
colleague in the office had gone back to his paperwork, but knew
he still might be listening.
"I think there is a solution to the log-jam," McCarter
explained. "I think that if you were to go and see Mr. Caldwell,
you could change his mind."
"Huh?" Judy asked suspiciously.
"I think that this is a situation where your - ah - unique
sales approach could tip the balance in our favor."
"But . . ."
"Mrs. Penncroft, if I don't get the mortgage, the entire deal
is off," McCarter pointed out coolly. "If that should happen,
where would that leave you - and your husband?"
Judy felt sick. She didn't want to do this - she didn't!
"Now, I really want to buy that house. And Shein definitely
wants to sell. But there is nothing I can do to get that
mortgage, and there is a great deal you can do."
"Yes," Judy agreed softly, reluctantly, a sour knot forming
in her stomach. Tangled in with that knot of dismay were tight,
gleaming threads of excitement.
"Caldwell is the man's name - Milton Caldwell. He's vice
president in charge of something - notes I think it is."
"I know him a bit," Judy admitted. She had spoken with him
on the telephone a couple of times and remembered his thin voice
and precise phrasing.
"If anyone can change his mind, you can, Mrs. Penncroft,"
McCarter told her.
"Thank you," Judy replied, squeezing the words out of her
constricted throat.
"I'll be looking forward to a call from Mr. Caldwell. Good-
bye, Mrs. Penncroft."
"Good-bye," Judy said softly, then hung up.
"What was that all about?" the other agent asked. "Trouble?"
Judy tried to hide her shaking by shuffling papers. She
didn't trust her voice, and said nothing.
"Something to do with Mark?" the man pried.
Judy clutched at that innocent explanation. "Yes, something
to do with Mark," she answered. It wasn't really a lie, was it?
She knew what she had to do. She felt horror clutch at her
as she contemplated the situation. The real horror was not that
she was faced with whoring again. The true horror was the sick,
vile, disgusting, perverted excitement she felt at the prospect.
What was she becoming? Dear God, what kind of an animal was she
becoming that she had the feeling that her prayers had been
answered?
She checked her watch. Lunch time. "Are you going to be
here this afternoon?" she asked.
The man nodded. "Damned if I know why, with business the way
it is. But, I might as well sit here as sit at home. Maybe
something will happen to break the monotony. You going out?"
Judy nodded. "I have to see Mark's specialist, after lunch,"
she lied, thinking quickly.
"Might as well take the whole afternoon, if you want it," the
man told her. "I'll cover the phones."
"I'm not expecting any calls."
"See you tomorrow."
Judy hid her eyes behind her dark glasses once she was out on
the sidewalk. Her heart was pounding hard as she turned toward
the bank. She had no appetite for lunch at this point.
In the cool interior of the bank, Judy walked over to the low
railing that set the offices apart. She had the hideous feeling
that everyone knew what she was up to.
"I'd like to see Mr. Caldwall, please," she said softly.
"Certainly," the cool blonde receptionist replied. "Who
shall I say is calling?"
"Penncroft, Mrs. Judy Penncroft." While the girl was on the
phone, Judy watched the customers crossing the polished floor.
She had the feeling they were all watching her.
"Mr. Caldwell will see you," the receptionist reported. "The
third office from the end."
"Thank you." Passing through the gap in the railing, Judy
made her way across the conservative gray carpeting to the
indicated doorway. She had been relieved to find that Caldwell
had an office. When she saw the solid, sturdy, opaque wooden
door, she felt almost relaxed.
"Mr. Caldwell?" she asked from the doorway,
"Mrs. Penncroft." The man pushed his swivel chair back and
stood up. "Won't you please come in? It is indeed a pleasure to
meet you in person."
Judy kept her face expressionless as she studied the banker
and shook his hand. The man's grip was so feeble she felt as if
she had been handed a limp sack of soft gelatin. The rest of him
matched his handshake. He was about as tall as Steven Shein, but
where Shein was hard, Milton Caldwell was soft. Shein was broad
across the shoulders, narrow across the waist. The bank vice
president reversed it, and had the contours of a pear.
He was a study in pink and gray - gray hair, pink, round
face, gray suit and vest. His tie and his hair seemed to have
been color coordinated, gray with a thin pink stripe. His hair
was combed across his pink bald spot in a series of gray slats.
Even his eyes were gray, while the whites were bloodshot. His
silver framed glasses perched on his round pink nose.
Judy's feeling of eager anticipation was fading rapidly.
"Please, have a seat, Mrs. Penneroft," Caldwell urged
politely in his reedy voice. He closed the door behind her, then
held the chair beside his desk for her to sit down in.
Judy was sure he was sneaking a careful look down her
neckline. She carefully crossed her legs, so her skirt would ride
up her thigh.
"Now, just what can I do for you?" the pink and gray man
asked as he lowered himself into his chair.
Judy noticed he pushed back so the desk didn't cut off his
view of her trim legs. She fiddled with the top button of her
blouse. "I wanted to discuss the Andrew McCarter situation with
you."
"McCarter - McCarter," Caldwell mused. "Ah, yes, of course,
Andrew McCarter. Well now, it is a bit unusual to discuss
confidential matters with an outsider."
"I'm here at Mr. McCarter's request," Judy explained. "Why,
exactly, are you refusing to grant Mr. McCarter a mortgage?"
The bluntness of the question seemed to astonish the banker.
He rocked back in his chair, and the springs protested with a thin
squeak. When he rebounded forward again, he sought refuge in the
papers on his desk, flipping through stack after stack.
It reminded Judy of a small gray mouse building a nest.
"Aaahhh, yes, here we are," Caldwell chirped, extracting a
long form from the heap. "McCarter, Andrew A. Uhm hmm. Hmmmmm."
He unfolded the application and looked it over carefully. "Yes,
this all seems to be in order." He looked at Judy again.
Judy's exasperation was increasing. She was beginning to
think nothing was going to get through to this creature. She
casually let the top button of her blouse slip through the hole.
"Why won't you give him the mortgage?" she asked again. "He
has an excellent credit rating, there is no disagreement over the
interest rate, and you have an appraisal of over one and a half
million on the house in question."
Caldwell's necktie bobbed peculiarly as he swallowed hard.
His eyes kept straying from Judy's face down to the vee of her
unbuttoned shirt. "Ahem, well, yes, indeed," he agreed. "But,
you must admit we are discussing a very large sum of money."
Judy was toying with the second button now. "Certainly. But
I was under the impression that the business of banks was to loan
large sums of money. An eight percent return on your investment,
especially an investment of this size, is hardly trivial." She
could see a film of sweat forming on the man's pink forehead.
"Ahum, well, that is true," he wheezed. "However, with
interest rates as high as they are, the return on eight percent is
really minimal."
Judy decided to play dumb. "I don't understand. Perhaps if
you worked it out for me on paper?"
"Well, um, it's really very simple," Caldwell explained,
pulling a yellow pad over in front of him. "For the sake of
simplicity, we'll take one million dollars. Now, we can either
loan it out in one large lump, at eight percent," he explained,
scribbling on the pad.
Judy wasn't listening. She got gracefully up from her chair
and went around behind it. As she passed the door, she casually
reached out and locked it. Then she went and stood behind Milton
Caldwell. She unbuttoned the second button on her blouse.
"I see what you are driving at," she murmured softly,
carefully pressing the soft warmth of one of her breasts against
the man's head as she leaned over him. He turned his head, and
for a moment Judy had the insane feeling he was searching for her
tit to suckle on just the way a hungry baby does.
"Now," Caldwell squeaked, "if we break that million into
smaller amounts, of, say, ten loans of one hundred thousand each,
the picture changes radically."
Judy eased around beside him and leaned over, her hands on
the desk. Her breasts swayed enticingly inside her open blouse.
"What are the exact figures on that?" she asked, one eye on the
electronic calculator near her left hand.
"Well, now the problem gets more complex," Caldwell pointed
out. He reached for the calculator.
Judy intercepted him, putting her hand on top of his and
pinning it to the desk. She turned and looked him full in the
face, noting how his color was shifting from pink to red, and
washing out the stripe in his tie. "Why, I'm surprised that a man
of your intellect can't do that in his head," she flattered him.
His eyes were watering as his gaze bounced desperately from her
face to her breasts. His flabby lips were shining.
"Well, yes, of course," he admitted. "I used to do it that
way before I got the calculator."
"You know, Mr. Caldwell, you are a very interesting man,"
Judy informed him in a soft, sexy voice. She was still holding
his hand.
"Oh, no," he protested softly.
"Why, you are, too," Judy insisted, letting his hand go and
turning to sit on his desk. Crossing her legs, she kicked off her
sandals. Then she folded her arms under her breasts and lifted
and pressed them inward. "Why, I'm sure Mrs. Caldwell has a great
deal of difficulty keeping her hands off you."
"There is - cough - there is no Mrs. Caldwell," the banker
mumbled nervously. "Now, as I was saying, if we . . ."
"No Mrs. Caldwell!" Judy exclaimed. "Why, that's
unbelieveable! Oh, but wait, I understand. A man of your
qualities and talents doesn't want to be tied down to just one
woman. Mr. Caldwell, you are a devil, aren't you - the gay
bachelor."
Not really "gay" Judy prayed softly.
"Well, I, uhm, I - aaahhhh. Yes, I am a bachelor," he
admitted.
Judy had the feeling the banker was suddenly finding his
pants a little too tight. She wondered if he still lived with his
mother. She unbuttoned still another button.
"Now, I've got to keep my mind on business." she insisted.
"You were saying about the loan?" She twisted sideways and leaned
forward, giving him a totally unobstructed view of her pale
breasts and their pink tips.
Caldwell's hand shook as he picked up a pencil. The numbers
on the pad were a meaningless jumble. He kept seeing Mrs.
Penncroft's bare breasts inside her blouse. They were practically
in front of his nose, tantalizing soft mounds with pink tips as
delectable and exciting as anything he had ever seen in his life.
There was a subtle pain in his chest from the sight of this small
woman's graceful, feminine torso within her blouse. And why were
his pants suddenly so tight and uncomfortable?
Judy knew she almost had him. She let her arms slide the
length of his desk, bulldozing a drift of papers along. The
telephone toppled off the desk and bounced on the carpet with a
soft ring.
"Yes, Mr. Caldwell," the receptionist said tinnily from the
receiver.
Caldwell scrabbled for the phone, picked it up and muttered
something, then hung up.
Judy was lying on his desk, on her side. She stroked one leg
sensuously against the other. "I'm sorry," she groaned, "I just
can't keep my mind on business in your presence. I am just too
hot!"
She unbuttoned the last button of her blouse and spread it
open to reveal one delicate breast.
"Mrs. Penn - Mrs. Penncroft, wh-what in the world are you
doing?" he stuttered in a strangled voice.
Judy was holding her head propped up with one hand. With the
other, she reached over and eased the banker's suit jacket back
off one shoulder and then the other. "Aren't you terribly warm in
all those clothes?" she asked softly. "It is very warm in here.
Why, you're even perspiring!"
"Yes, yes, I guess it is rather warm. The air conditioning
must have broken down," Caldwell agreed. He shed his jacket with
Judy's help.
"I am just so warm," Judy purred, rolling on her back on the
desk. She felt the calendar digging into her shoulder and shoved
it aside. Then she sensuously wriggled out of her blouse.
Milton Caldwell was at a total loss. He had never, ever
encountered anything like this. Why, the woman was practically
naked! Right in the middle of his desk! And her breasts, they
looked so soft and exciting, like mounds of ice cream. They were
delicious gentle white hills, with sharp pink points. What would
happen if he touched them? They were just too inviting not to.
He reached out with shaking fingers and gently brushed the pink
points - and jerked his hand back when he felt an electric charge
streak up his arm. He had never before touched anything so
incredibly hot and exciting.
"Oh, yes," Judy hissed. Her passion was becoming real.
Something about seducing this balding innocent was incredibly
exciting. The gentle, shy touch of his fingers on her tits made
her breasts burn with excitement. She reached down and unfastened
her skirt. Then she lifted her hips off the desk and eased her
skirt down over her thighs, let it slide down her legs and kicked
it off.
The wood of the desk was cool against her buttocks, even
through her panties. Nearly naked, Judy writhed sensuously on the
banker's desk. She rubbed the insides of her thighs together,
thrilling to the feel of satin skin against satin skin.
Caldwell's shaking fingers were playing delicately with her tits,
making her nipples burn. When he finally engulfed her small
breasts with both of his sweating hands, Judy's eyes glazed with
passion. God, she loved having her body caressed by a man - or a
woman for that matter. It just felt so incredibly, wonderfully
good to have hands touching her.
"Aren't you wearing too many clothes?" she whispered softly.
"Yes," Milton Caldwell squeaked. "I am, I am wearing too
many clothes." Jerking his hands off Judy's breasts, he lurched
up from his chair, sending it banging back into the wall. He tore
frantically at his vest. A gold pocket watch popped out of its
pocket and swung wildly on the end of its chain as he hurriedly
stripped off his vest. Then he was tearing at his pants, his
shirt.
His sleeveless undershirt was bulged out by his potbelly, and
his legs, protruding from the bottom of his boxer shorts, were
skinny and knobby and ludicrous. But there was something lurking
inside those shorts that was enough to make Judy's mouth and pussy
both water. Then the banker stripped off his underwear, and Judy
gulped. Hanging below the man's potbelly was the most titanic,
incredibly delicious-looking cock she had ever seen in her entire
life. It dangled obscenely downward, a monstrous pillar of blood-
engorged flesh, pallid white with a pink knob. A shining drool of
lubricant swung pendulum-like toward the floor from the slit at
the tip.
"My panties," Judy croaked. "Take off my panties."
Caldwell was licking his lips mindlessly. He was giddy with
a lust he had never felt in his life. He felt his swollen cock
swinging ponderously between his scrawny thighs. As he moved
around to the end of his desk, his cock rapped against it with a
dull thud, sending a painful jolt through him. He reached for the
lithe, graceful woman's panties, and hooked his pudgy fingers in
the elastic. He fastened his eyes on her breasts as he hauled her
panties off her, exposing more and more of her incredibly pretty
belly, then a dark, thrilling patch of hair. She lifted her hips
off the desk, and he pulled and tugged the lacy garment down,
noting how the crotch seemed to cling up between her thighs. The
lace pulled away from her bush and he could see two pouting lips
and a dark, exciting slit between them far down between her
thighs. Ruffled pink folds protruded from her slit.
This was what the girly magazines he had risked buying had
concealed from him. This was what was really in that formless
gray area they showed, or behind the artfully positioned thigh or
towel or hand. This was the secret that had been withheld from
him for all these years.
He felt as if he were about to explode.
Judy let her thighs spread, and dangled her feet and legs
over the end of the desk. She opened herself wide to the man,
blatantly exposing the hot core of her sex.
"Touch me - down there," she urged him. "Touch me! See what
I have down there. All for you, just for you." She fondled her
breasts, pressing and massaging them, rolling the nipples between
her fingers.
Caldwell stood between her open thighs, drooling at the sight
of her wantonly exposed pussy. He heard her request, and couldn't
believe his incredible good fortune. His pudgy hands trembled
with a palsied lust as he reached for her dark, exciting bush.
The hair was springy and wiry. He combed his fingers through it,
combed the coils out straight and watched how they sprang back to
embrace the pale flesh under them. He touched the labia through
the hair, and was amazed at how soft and yielding the flesh was in
spite of the hard bone beneath. Then he spread the labia,
exposing a flash of brilliant, shining pink underneath.
Incredibly complicated, was his first thought. There were
marvelously intricate folds of pink tissues. There, what was
that, that funny looking little pink pearl up near the top? He
touched it.
Judy sucked in her breath at the fiery touch on her clitoris.
Caldwell jerked his hand back as the woman flinched.
"Again," Judy urged. "Touch me there again."
He did, and was amazed at her reaction, at the way the flat
plane of her stomach heaved. He flicked the turgid button again,
and watched Judy writhe and jerk on the top of his desk. Then he
went exploring again. There was a deep, thrilling, mysterious-
looking hole down between her thighs. He probed it delicately,
and felt hot juices coat his thumb. A warm, incredibly exciting
smell filled his nose as he studied the pink orifice at closer
range through his bifocals.
"Fuck me," Judy urged softly. She was burning up with lust.
In her mind she held the picture of the banker's mighty cock. The
way he was probing her pussy with his hands only made her more
aware of its gaping emptiness.
Milton Caldwell barely heard her, and didn't understand what
she was saying anyway. He was more interested in exploring the
new territory spread before him. What was that, further back,
below that large, dark opening? What was that tight, puckered
brown bud between her buttocks?
It had to be her anus! The realization sent a shock through
Caldwell. He felt a surge of disgust and revulsion. But his lust
overcame it. Perverted curiosity urged him to explore that
intriguing orifice. Delicately, he poked one finger at the tiny
opening in the heart of the puckered ring.
"Jesus!" Judy erupted in shock at the unexpected touch. God
that felt good!
Licking his lips with excitement, his eyes bulging, Milton
Caldwell probed that tight hole again, boring his index finger
into it with a twisting motion. Something about exploring that
foul hole was unbelievably exciting.
"Aaaaahhhhhhwww shit," Judy growled insanely. The finger, or
whatever it was being worked up into her backside, felt
unbelievably good! What in the world was happening with this weird
little man? How was it that both of them were receiving an
education? Judy had thought she knew it all, but the banker's
innocent curiosity was quickly disproving that.
The hole Caldwell was probing felt tight, and hot, and greasy
around his finger. But once he got beyond the tight closure, into
her rectum, she opened out. He twisted and turned his finger in
her hole, exploring. When he drew his finger out, her ring of
muscle snapped tightly shut again.
Judy whimpered from the extraction, suddenly missing
something that she had never known existed. "Fuck me," she
pleaded again, more loudly.
This time the man heard her, and cared, and wanted to. But
the entire thing was so totally beyond his experience he didn't
know what to do, and stood there between her thighs.
"I-I don't know how," he admitted, agonized. "I don't know
how." He was about to dissolve into tears.
Judy levered herself up on her arms. "It's all right, I'll
show you, I'll show you," she told him quickly. She eased her ass
to the edge of the desk.
"Come," she urged softly. "Come close."
Hesitantly, the potbellied banker stepped up between her
thighs.
Sitting on the edge of the desk, Judy reached down and took
his titanic cock in her fingers. It was hot and heavy. She
lifted and weighed it wonderingly. "God, it's so big," she sighed
softly.
"Is it, really?" the man asked shyly.
"It really is," Judy answered honestly. "Come here." She
tugged him closer to her. "It goes here," she instructed,
nestling the tip in between her labia, wedging them open with the
rounded pink head.
"Oooohhh," Caldwell sighed. "You feel so hot."
"Now, in," Judy urged in a choked voice, tugging at the
exposed shaft. She felt her vagina slowly stretching to
accommodate the banker's monster phallus. She knew her hole had
never ever been faced with absorbing such a monstrous invasion.
"In," she urged again, talking as much to herself as she was to
him.
Looking down her slender, hungry body, Judy could see the
massive shaft slowly burrowing into her vagina, just as she could
feel it. She could feel her flesh stretching to encompass the
mammoth organ. The towering pale column that connected her with
the banker gleamed and pulsed as he worked it deeper and deeper
into her body, the distance between them diminishing slowly. "In,"
she whispered.
"My God," Milton Caldwell gasped. "Oh, my God!" It was
unbelievable, the feeling of his engorged, enraged penis being
engulfed by hot, clinging flesh. Nerves he had never known
existed were carrying incredible messages of pleasure to his dazed
mind. Rivers of flame were zooming along his ganglia, making his
flabby muscles quiver and tremble.
It was incredible, phenomenal the way the petite woman's body
took his thing in. The hole he was driving his cock into seemed
almost to suck it in. She felt hot and ripply and velvety and
slippery. He had never known it was possible for any two things
to embrace as closely as the flesh of her vagina and the skin of
his cock were. He could feel every quiver of her muscular tube,
every fiber and ripple of the clinging walls.
A hot pool was gathering deep in his guts, a steaming,
impatient, too long suppressed wad of semen.
"In!" Judy rasped sharply, releasing the sliver of prick
still showing and feeling the head of his phallus butt mindlessly
against the end of her vagina. She leaned back on her arms, her
mouth hanging open as she enjoyed the feeling of being so
incredibly full of cock. She felt as if she had a telephone pole
in her, stretching her in every direction. Her hands slid slowly
out from under her and she lay back on the desk. Her sharp
nipples, rigid with lust, jutted straight up toward the ceiling.
The tower in her guts demanded rigidity of its socket, so she
arched her back to keep the angle of penetration right.
Milton Caldwell's cock was getting used to being held so
warmly and tightly, and that was taking some of the searing
pleasure out of the act. The arching pale tummy and body
stretched on his desk beckoned to him. He reached out and stroked
his soft hands over her tender skin, over her breasts and her
belly. Judy shifted and he felt the walls of her vagina slide
around his cock. That was it! That was the feeling!
Experimentally, the banker drew back, sliding his monster
phallus out of her. His prick blazed with renewed life from the
friction. He pushed back into that hot gripping glove, and his
penis erupted in incredible flames of pleasure.
"Wwaaahhh," Judy moaned at the feeling of being emptied and
then restuffed with the huge organ. It was incredible!
Caldwell drew out again, sliding his prick almost completely
out of the hole. Then he rocked forward, ramming it deep into the
woman again. Flames roared higher in his groin. It was like the
pressures and fires of a volcano building higher and higher.
There was an eruption building there, an explosive convulsion that
would bathe his entire being in pleasure. All it was going to
take was just a fraction more stimulation and it would be
inevitable.
He drew out and felt the first pre-tremors of the major
blast. Quickly, desperately, instinctively, he rammed his cock
deep into the searing tunnel and he felt it happening, an
indescribable convulsing and pumping of muscles and reservoirs he
had never known existed. Something marvelous seared the length of
his cock and exploded from the tip to spatter against the
clutching end of Mrs. Penncroft's vagina. Bolt after searing bolt
of lightning electrified the entire length of his phallus, and the
backlash seared his nerves with ecstasy. His hips thrust forward,
buried the head of his cock against the end of the fleshy socket.
His cum pressured through the space, hydraulically separating his
flesh from hers.
Milton Caldwell gurgled senselessly, his body arching, his
eyes bulging as he unloaded thirty years of suppressed cum into
the lithe body on his desk. His muscles squeezed and convulsed
and pumped and pumped and pumped until he ached with exhaustion.
Then their convulsing faded to just a quivering. Panting, flushed
and sweaty, the banker fell forward over Judy, smothering her with
his bulk.
"Nooooo " Judy whimpered. "Not so soon, not already." But
it was hopeless. She felt the banker's organ shrinking in her
still hungry vagina, leaving her hanging on the brink of her own
orgasm. Pleasure faded and was replaced with misery, a hungry
ache deep in her guts. "Aawww, shit," she swore miserably,
beating on the banker's flabby back with ineffectual fists.
Aroused, he pushed up off her and backed away, his prick
slipping free of her pussy. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "Oh, dear
God, I am so sorry!"
"So am I," Judy admitted in a husky voice.
"I shouldn't have . . . I don't know what happened to me. I
don't know what came over me," the bewildered man babbled.
"Mr. Caldwell," Judy said sharply.
"Yes? What?" he stuttered, holding his boxer shorts vaguely
in front of himself.
"About that mortgage," Judy said.
"What about the mortgage?" Caldwell asked stupidly.
"Will you approve Mr. McCarter's mortgage?" Judy asked
patiently.
"I beg your pardon?"
Judy was still seated on his desk. Deliberately, she posed
for him, giving him the best possible view of her naked body, all
skin and curves and exciting dark hair. "You've had a sample, Mr.
Caldwell. There might be a bonus in it for you if you were to
approve that mortgage," she informed him huskily. He had damn
well better approve it, she thought. She was burning up with
unsatisfied lust!
The man got a crafty look. "You mean . . ."
Judy didn't say a word. Instead, she slid one hand down her
belly to her pussy and slid her fingers into her dripping, soggy
swamp of pubic hair. She licked her lips as she played with
herself.
Caldwell dropped his underpants and scrabbled wildly through
the papers that had spilled from his desk. His buttocks bobbed
comically as he pawed through the litter. Finally he lurched to
his feet, waving the long form triumphantly like a flag.
Turning, Judy reached for the desk set and took the pen from
its socket. She offered it to him delicately. She hovered over
him, one breast nearly in his face as he scrawled his signature on
the application.
The instant he was done, Judy pulled the pen out of his hand
and speared it back into its hole. Then she picked up the form and
carefully blew the ink dry. She could see the pudgy man's
marvelous organ rising slowly to attention as she blew. Flipping
the application casually aside, she rolled from the desk and
launched herself at the banker. Pressing the full length of her
warm, womanly body against his, she kissed and nibbled his mouth.
She pressed him backward and downward on the gray carpet until he
lay in front of her. Licking her lips with excitement, she
fondled his towering phallus. She had to do it, she just had to
see what that incredible column of meat would taste like. She
lowered her head and took the cap in her mouth, amazed at how wide
her jaw had to gape to take it.
It was warm and pulsing with life. It tasted of cum, his
cum, and her juices. She slurped up the mingling of flavors with
gusto. Her vagina was squeezing, searching blindly for the
monumental meal that had been so unceremoniously snatched away
from it.
Holding the mammoth shaft in her hand, Judy straddled the
banker's hips and lifted herself over his tower. Nestling the
head in her opening, she lowered herself on it, driving it up into
her belly in one steady thrust. She felt as if she was being
split open by the huge organ.
"Uh!" she grunted, dropping the last inch.
"Oh my!" Milton Caldwell gasped. It was there again, that
wonderful, gripping, embrace around his penis. He shifted his
hips and felt that marvelous hot friction of flesh against flesh.
The simmering pool was already building deep in his groin.
Leaning forward, Judy braced her hands on his shoulders and
lifted and dropped, pistoning on the shaft in her guts. She was
close to an orgasm already, rapidly regaining the peak she had
left just minutes before. She loved the slapping squishy sound of
her body meeting Caldwell's, thrilled to the thick stench of sex.
And there was something else she wanted to try. She took one of
Caldwell's hands and dragged it around to her ass. She worked his
fingers into the crack there.
"You want?"
"Stick your finger up my butt," she ordered harshly.
Caldwell didn't have to be asked twice. Just the thought of
that vile act filled him with a lewd excitement. He sought and
found her anus in the sweaty, steaming crevice of her bottom. Her
flesh was slimy with cum, making entry easy. He bored his finger
up into the tight, resisting opening, twisting and turning as if
he were screwing an awl into her.
Judy lay forward over the banker, bathed in searing pleasure
from the cock in her vagina and the finger in her tail. She
squirmed and writhed against him as the level of her pleasure rose
and rose and rose. She groaned and whimpered as the fires roared
higher and higher and higher from the itching friction of a finger
in her asshole and a monstrous cock in her vagina.
Caldwell was grunting and sweating as he twisted his finger
in the greasy opening. He could feel his cock through her flesh!
He heaved, pistoning his cock in her vagina. He could feel his
finger with his cock! The increased frictional stimulation
blistered along his nerves, bringing his climax still closer.
"Aw-aw-awh-awh," Judy grunted as she worked and wriggled on
the two invaders, grinding her clitoris to a fiery paste against
Caldwell's pubic bone. "Aw - I'm cum - I'm cumm - I'm
cumminnnnggggggg," she moaned insanely, clutching at the banker
with her arms and her legs and her torso. She sank her teeth in
the flesh of his shoulder as she came and came and came. She was
vaguely aware of his hips jamming up against hers. She felt
spurts of semen slamming against the end of her vagina. Her anus
was clenching and squeezing the finger in its grasp as it got in
on the orgasm, too.
Then there was nothing but muscle-aching exhaustion left.
Wearily, she hauled herself off the banker after his prick had
shriveled to a feeble limp shadow of its former self.
"Aaah, me," Milton Caldwell sighed as he lay on his back,
catching his breath.
Judy began gathering her clothes. Slowly, aching, she
dressed, feeling cum streaming from her pussy. Reaching in her
purse, she found a tampon. With her back to Caldwell, she
inserted it to staunch the flow of semen, reflecting as she did
that she had no shame. Then she put on her panties and the rest
of her clothes.
"Mr. Caldwell, I think you had better get dressed," she said
calmly.
"Oh? Oh. Oh, my goodness!" the banker exclaimed, looking at
the chaotic office. Papers were all over the floor. He scrambled
to his feet and into his clothes, fumbling in his haste. Then he
was down on his knees raking up the papers. Judy knelt and helped
him, then dumped the drifts untidily on his desk. Carefully, she
put the signed mortgage agreement in his "Out" basket.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Caldwell," she said politely.
"It - it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mrs.
Penncroft," he replied. "I'll see you at the closing."
Judy crossed the open area of the bank as if nothing had
happened.
Chapter 8
As Judy watched Mark, her eyes clouded with worry. His jaw
was clenched. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, and every few
moments his body was convulsed with a chill. She didn't need to
ask him how bad it was. She knew. Normally, by now, he would
have been on the kidney machine at the hospital. But they had
stretched the interval out by one more day. They were desperately
stringing out the last few treatments as far as they possibly
could.
"Mark, the hospital?" she offered desperately.
"No!" He bit the word out, his jaw snapping sharply on the
single syllable.
"But it's dangerous," she pointed out unnecessarily. Now the
intervals between his treatments were going beyond the merely
uncomfortable.
They were taking a calculated risk and a miscalculation could
be fatal.
Getting everything set for the final closing on the Sheins'
house had dragged on and on and on. Mark's time on the kidney
machine had dwindled and dwindled. They were down to the final
bitter end.
"I have to go," she sighed sadly. She was beginning to feel
that she and Mark couldn't possibly win against the odds.
"Don't worry, I'll be here when you get back," Mark assured
her tightly.
"You damn well better be," she growled in a feeble attempt at
humor. They both knew there was only one place he could go now.
Once in the car she blinked back her tears and coaxed the
tired motor to life. Then she remembered, shut it off, and got
out the gallon can of recycled oil. Wrestling the hood up, she
refilled the crankcase. It had become a morning ritual to keep
the car alive.
As she drove to the office, Judy focused her mind on what she
had to do. Mark couldn't possibly last another month. Somehow,
she had to get the date for the closing moved up. The Sheins had
been stalling for no reason Judy could figure. The bank had been
stalling, in spite of Caldwell's approval, because they wanted to
hold on to the money as long as they could. And Andrew McCarter
was in no hurry because the down payment money was picking up
interest in a savings account.
No one was impatient but Judy.
"Hi, Beautiful," another agent greeted her.
"Any calls?" Judy asked, trying to sound casual.
"Nope. You expecting any?"
"Not really," Judy lied. She sat at her desk and fiddled.
"Wish I could figure it out," the other agent muttered softly
after a long silence.
"Figure what out?" Judy asked.
"Shein," the man answered.
Judy thought he had said "shine". "Tried the shoe shop down
the street?" she asked.
"Not 'shine' as in 'shoe', but 'Shien' as in 'Steven'," the
man snapped.
Judy's heart skipped a beat. "What about Steven Shein?" she
asked.
"He's selling his house," the man answered. "As a matter of
fact, I hear it is sold."
Judy felt as if she was going to faint. "Nonsense," she
croaked.
"It's not nonsense. I got the straight poop from an
unimpeachable source."
"Who?" Judy asked. God, was her whole world coming down
around her all at once?
"Secretary at the bank handled the paperwork on the mortgage.
And another one did the deed for the lawyer."
Judy muttered a foul expletive about secretaries who talked.
"Well, if it's sold, it's sold," Judy said in a resigned tone.
"Nothing we can do about it."
"The thing that gets me is, I can't figure out who handled
the deal," the salesman went on. "I absolutely cannot get a peep
out of anyone. You'd think whoever pulled off a deal that big
would be bragging all over town about it."
"Maybe it was a private deal - no agent," Judy suggested
desperately.
"Not likely. It's too big, too much money's involved."
"How much?" Judy asked innocently.
"A million and a half."
Judy tried to whistle. She had the feeling that the listing
agreement was burning a hole through the bottom of her desk.
"One thing's for certain," the salesman went on. "Whoever
pulled this off is really, really sharp. They got an unwilling
seller and an unwilling buyer together, got mortgage money, all in
the tightest real estate market in history. That is some
salesman."
"Sure is," Judy agreed wholeheartedly. "You going to be here
all day?"
"You going out again?"
Judy nodded. "Nothing to do here. Maybe I can scare up
something if I go out."
"Lots of luck," the man snorted, and picked up a paperback
book.
"See you."
"Worser and worser," Judy muttered sourly to herself as she
drove toward the Sheins' house. If she didn't close the deal
quickly, the whole lid was going to blow off it and Mark would be
dead. She had to get the closing moved up.
The Sheins were both home, both out by the pool. When Steven
had come to the door in his robe, Judy had braced herself. Paula
was stretched out on her stomach in the sun, her nicely rounded,
smooth buttocks tanning slowly.
"Have a swim?" Shein invited cordially.
"No, I . . ."
"A swim will definitely improve your outlook," he told her
easily.
Judy sighed. She didn't want to. Lord, how she didn't want
to. She didn't want to take the time, and she didn't want to feel
like she was being used by the whole damn world. But now, more
than ever, she had no choice.
The fact that Paula Shein rolled over and sat up as Judy
began undressing made it all the harder. Undressing for Steven
Shein that first time, or rather being undressed by him, had been
bad enough. Something about having husband and wife, both of whom
had "had" her, both watching, made it pure agony for Judy to bare
herself in front of them. She felt sick, miserable and ashamed as
she stripped her slender body and exposed it to the harsh
sunlight.
Paula Shein's eyes were unreadable behind her dark glasses.
There was a faint smile on her elegant lips. Her streaked hair
was casually loose, down over her tan shoulders. She had turned
over and looked totally relaxed. Her nipples were flat, her feet
spread slightly so her pussy was exposed to the bright sun.
"A swim," Steven Shein said firmly.
Dutifully, Judy followed him across the deck and into the
cool blue water. She swam with him to the end of the pool, then
clung to the edge when he stopped and turned to face her.
"Well?" he asked.
Judy took a deep breath, feeling the cool water caress her
sharp nipples and her hot pussy. She was agonizingly aware Paula
Shein was watching them from the other end of the pool.
"I want to get the closing date moved to this Friday," Judy
blurted out.
"And?"
Judy shook her head in frustration. She knew he was
purposely being difficult. "Will you agree to having the closing
this Friday?" she asked.
Shein shrugged. "It's all right with me."
Judy felt a surge of relief. So simple!
"But you'll have to talk to Paula, too," Shein continued,
nodding in his wife's direction.
"Doesn't she want to get moved?"
Shein ducked under the water. When he emerged, his face was
sparkling wet. When he smiled his teeth looked very sharp and
white against his tanned face. "Why don't we go talk with her and
see?" he suggested quietly.
Judy was at a loss. She was being manipulated, and she knew
it. But where was it leading? Steven Shein matched her stroke for
stroke as she swam to the shallow end. When she stood up in the
waist-deep water, she knew, in spite of the dark glasses, that
Paula Shein's eyes were focused on her.
Steven was at her side as she slogged up the steps. Out of
the corner of her eye she saw his cock bobbing along ahead of him
like a blunt lance. He had a titanic erection. Why?
"Judy - ah, Mrs. Penncroft, wants to get the closing date
moved up," Steven Shein informed his wife. "I told her she would
have to discuss the matter with you."
Judy didn't miss the emphasis on the word "discuss" and
neither did Paula Shein. The elegant woman's smile broadened.
Her mouth opened slightly and there was a flash of white teeth as
she licked her lips meaningfully.
"I see," Paula Shein said softly.
"Mrs. Shein, I . . ."
"Please, call me Paula."
Judy nodded and opened her mouth to start again.
"I am open to discussion," Paula Shein added. The statuesque
woman spread her legs, wider and wider. The long, graceful
fingers of one hand combed through her lush pubic bush.
Judy suddenly caught on to what the Sheins were leading up
to. She darted a quick glance at Steven Shein. He was grinning
hotly and had a monstrous erection.
"Convince me," Paula Shein said softly, fingering her pussy.
"Use that wonderful mouth of yours, and convince me."
Judy felt sick. She also felt hot. Her mouth was watering
at the sight of Paula Shein's pussy. She didn't want to - but she
did! Besides, what else could she do?
"Come," Paula Shein ordered in a husky voice, beckoning with
one hand, still fingering her sex with the other.
Her throat knotted with revulsion and excitement, Judy
advanced on the tan and blonde woman on the lounge. Approaching
Paula from the foot of the lounge, Judy had an unobstructed view
of the woman's most intimate parts, the pouting, hairy lips of her
pussy, the flash of pink in the heart of her bush, even the
secret, dark crack that hid her anus. Now Paula's nipples were
stiff and excited, her breasts sagging slightly because of her
semi-prone position.
Judy's shins banged the foot of the lounge. She sank to her
knees on the plastic webbing. She crawled slowly up between
Paula's spread legs. Judy couldn't take her eyes off her dark
hairy goal.
Judy slowly and reluctantly lowered her face toward the hairy
pocket. There was no stimulation of her own pussy to encourage
her this time. But she still felt a gut-twisting, perverted
excitement at what she was about to do. She had heard that men
found watching lesbians exciting. She wondered what Steven Shein
thought of it, what he was doing.
Paula Shein placed one hand on the back of Judy's head and
pushed it down into her pussy. Judy resisted, but just barely.
She closed her eyes, smelled warm sex, then felt kinky, wiry hair
on her nose, her cheeks. Then her face was being driven into hot,
soft flesh. Her nose was swallowed in thick female sex smell.
Judy opened her mouth, drilled her tongue into the hot, juicy
flesh and tasted the metallic flavor of a woman's juices. The
hand on the back of Judy's head gave her no escape. Paula's lean,
smooth thighs closed on the sides of her head, trapping Judy
completely in the hot, steaming pocket of female sex.
Judy raped her tongue into Paula's hot, oozing sex. She
drilled deep into the dripping well of Paula's vagina. Harsh
pubic hair scratched her cheeks as she lapped and lapped in
Paula's crack. Blindly, Judy snorffled through the clinging
terrain in search of Paula's clitoris. Locating the hard little
button with her lips, Judy sucked it into her mouth and then
munched on it with her lips and tongue. She rolled and squeezed
and tormented Paula's nerve-loaded protrusion.
Paula's hips heaved, hammering her pussy into Judy's sex.
Paula looked fondly down at the top of Judy's head and Judy's
smooth, slender, graceful bare back. Judy's ass was high in the
air, her pale buttocks were gleaming in the sun. Waves of fire
bathed Paula as she was devoured by Judy's working mouth. Her
mouth sagging open with pleasure, Paula smiled a slow sensuous
smile, and nodded languidly at her husband. As he came up behind
Judy, Paula pressed down on the back of Judy's head with her hand
and clenched her thighs.
Judy's own sex was weeping with frustration. She was horny.
Stimulating Paula Shein with her mouth was getting Judy incredibly
excited. Her own pussy was empty and ignored, while Paula Shein's
was getting an oral fucking that was driving her wild. Judy was
suffocating in Paula's pussy, and dying of frustration at the same
time.
Paula's sudden shove on the back of Judy's head drove her
nose deep into Paula's crotch. At the same time the bones of
Judy's head creaked from the increased pressure of Paula's thighs.
What was happening?
The lounge behind Judy sagged. Who . . .? Steven Shein! The
man, Paula's husband, he was behind her! What was he doing? Judy
tried to escape. Her face, smothered in dripping, oozing, hairy
pussy, was trapped between two strong thighs.
There were hands on Judy's ass, Steven Shein's hands. They
stroked and pinched her upraised buttocks. Then he was gripping
her waist in his strong hands. What was he going to do? What was
Steven Shein doing back there?
The sturdy man knelt behind Judy, studying her ass
admiringly. It was so nice and rounded and firm and exciting, two
lush round buns separated by a deep, exciting crack. And down
between her thighs was a dark, intriguing bush and two bulging
pouting labia. In the dark, crack between those lips was an
exciting gooey sparkle.
He levered his cock down the length of the crack of Judy's
ass. It bumped over the bud of her anus.
Judy lurched at the fiery probe, and gasped into Paula's
steaming pussy. Jesus! What a sensation! What was going on back
there? Judy felt a stab of disappointment when the rubbery head
of Shein's cock slipped past her asshole and nestled into her
aching, hungry pussy.
Shein set the head of his cock into Judy's pussy and pushed.
He slowly drove his stocky cock into Judy's vagina from behind,
dog fashion. Holding Judy's trim waist in his strong hands, he
drilled his phallus into her wet, clinging socket.
Judy blubbered into Paula's dripping pussy. The feel of a
male organ being driven into her vagina spurred Judy on to greater
efforts on Paula's pussy. Judy slurped and slurped at Paula's
copious juices as she took the full bulk of Steven's cock into her
pussy.
"Aaaahhhh, Great Heaven," Paula Shein wailed to the skies as
her orgasm went on and on and on.
Steven rammed his cock into Judy's vagina, drew back, and
pounded it home again, his body slapping up against the cushions
of her buttocks. Reaching down under Judy with both hands, he
found her breasts with one, and dug the fingers of his other into
her dripping pussy. He sank his fingers into her streaming slit
mangling her clitoris and then finding where his cock was drilling
into her streaming hole. He heaved at her, slamming his bulky
cock into her searing, clinging vagina again and again and again.
Judy was cumming. It was a fiery, muscle-knotting orgasm
from the cock in her pussy, the hand mangling her pussy, the
fingers clawing her quivering breasts. She was climaxing too
because of the sex she had her face buried in and the way Paula's
hips were heaving and rolling under her working mouth. Worming
her hand into the tangle of bodies, Judy located Paula Shein's
asshole and jammed her finger at it. Her finger slipped easily
into the tight ring it was so well lubricated with Paula's copious
cum.
Paula began shrieking ecstatically, and kicked her lovely
long legs wildly on either side of Judy's head. She thrashed
insanely with Judy's mouth at her crotch, Judy's finger up her
anus.
At the tail end of the chain, Steven Shein slammed his
swollen prick into Judy's tight vagina one last time. The sight
of his wife's insane convulsions had been the final straw. His
balls erupted in a tidal wave of searing cum. He hauled Judy
tight against him, squashed her buttocks against his hard hips,
and poured his semen deep into her vagina.
The jolt of Steven Shein's last final heave slammed Judy's
face against the unyielding arch of Paula's pubic bone. Battered
and exhausted as she was, Judy felt her orgasm climb another
notch. She felt the cock in her pulsing and pumping and emptying
into her abused, ecstatic vagina. She milked every glorious drop
of cum from Steven Shein's pumping shaft while she savored every
flicker of the burning pleasure of her own cumming.
Finally, her pleasure fading, and feeling aching and empty,
Judy hauled her face out of Paula's soggy pussy. Her cheeks and
chin covered with spit and the other woman's cum, Judy rested her
head on the sleek, satin inside of one of Paula's thighs and
concentrated on just breathing. Her face was inches from Paula's
cummy bush and Judy could smell the pleasure she had given the
other woman.
"Ah!" Judy squalled convulsively as she felt the cock filling
her suddenly withdraw from her vagina. Too exhausted to move,
Judy remained with her ass high in the air, her thighs and
buttocks shining with semen. It felt cold as it dried on her
flesh. Her cheeks too were cold from evaporating fluids.
"Awwww," Paula sighed from the depths of her being.
Weakly, Judy hauled herself upright. She stepped carefully
off the lounge chair. Steven Shein was sitting hunched over,
panting heavily. Paula was sprawled on her back, her legs spread
wide open, her pussy shining a wet pink in the heart of her bush.
Her marvelous, full breasts heaved as she fought for breath.
Judy tottered over to her clothes and fumbled them into
order. Then she began to dress. When she felt decent, or rather,
presentable, she turned to her clients. They hadn't moved.
"Friday," she said firmly.
Both of the Sheins looked at her and nodded.
"Ten in the morning," Judy added. "Be there."
"We'll be there," Steven Shein assured her.
Without another word, Judy left them. She coaxed the smoking
old car across town to the bank parking lot.
Milton Caldwell's face lit up when he saw her. Without
waiting for the receptionist to announce her, the banker came
bustling out of his office.
"Mrs. Penncroft, this is indeed an unexpected pleasure," the
vice president gushed. He took her arm possessively and guided
her smoothly to his office.
As Judy sat down she heard the lock on the door click. With
her purse in her lap, her hands folded primly over it, she sat
sternly erect. She didn't feel like a prissy school teacher
though, because of the sticky wetness in her crotch.
"Miss Abernathy, no calls, no interruptions," the banker said
into the telephone. Then he tried to appear casual, perching one
hip on the edge of his desk so he could look down on Judy, and her
neckline.
"Now, Mrs. Penncroft, what can I do for you?" he asked.
"You can move the closing date on the McCarter-Shein deal up
to this Friday," Judy said succinctly.
The banker's face tightened, became blank and unhelpful.
"Well now. That, ahem, is easier said than done. We must, of
course, have the agreement of the sellers to meet with us then."
"They'll be here at ten o'clock."
"This Friday?" Caldwell asked, turning pages on his calendar.
"This Friday."
"Hmmmm," the banker murmured noncommittally.
Judy reached out and deftly lifted the calendar out of his
hands. Nothing that the space for ten in the morning on Friday
was blank, she extracted the pen from the desk set. Quickly and
neatly she filled in the space: "Shein-McCarter Closing."
"There. I'm glad there was no conflicting appointment," she
observed quietly.
The banker's expression was unreadable as he tilted his head
to inspect the calendar through the lower half of his bifocals,
then lowered his head to inspect Judy through the top half. "Hm,"
he mused softly, pursing his lips. "Well now," he muttered
vaguely. "We must, of course, obtain the necessary funds. That
could take some time. These are hard times, Mrs. Penncroft, money
is very tight. I'll have to arrange a meeting with the bank
president."
Judy picked up the telephone and held it out to him. He eyed
it distastefully.
"Yes, sir?" Miss Abernathy inquired tinnily from the
receiver.
"Nothing," Milton Caldwell said softly before pushing the
cut-off button down.
"On the other hand," he commented, "it seems to me that I may
have clearance to release those funds."
"I thought so," Judy replied.
"Now there is the problem of Mr. McCarter," Caldwell pointed
out. "Naturally, he must be prepared to close on the deal this
Friday, also."
Judy stood up. "He will be."
The banker's face had fallen as soon as Judy had gotten up
out of her chair. "You're not leaving so soon, are you?"
Judy remembered the man's monster organ and felt a twinge of
regret. "I'm sorry, I have a very tight schedule today," she
explained. The soggy crotch of her panties reminded her of the
delay at the Sheins.
"Maybe on Friday?" Milton Caldwell suggested hopefully.
"After the closing?"
Judy balanced her guilt and revulsion against the undeniable
desirability of the man's monster shaft and his woebegone
expression. She also reminded herself she didn't have the deal
closed yet. "Perhaps, Mr. Caldwell, we can work something out
then."
"Fine, fine," the banker sighed, hope reappearing in his gray
eyes. "I'll see you on Friday." He stood so Judy had to brush
against him as she left his office.
Out in the car, Judy gripped the wheel tightly. She knew, as
she drove toward his office, that Andrew McCarter wouldn't be as
easy to bulldoze as Milton Caldwell had been.
The big red-haired man's office was as well appointed and
cared for as he was. The receptionist looked as if she had been
lacquered and polished to a high shine - meticulous makeup and a
hairdo of polished bronze.
"Yes, Mrs. Penncroft?" McCarter asked her after she was in
his office. His door was still open.
"I want the closing on the Shein house moved up to this
Friday at ten in the morning," Judy announced.
"Why?"
"You know why."
"What about Caldwell and the Sheins?"
"They have already agreed," Judy assured him.
"And - ah - just what kind of persuasion did you use to
convince them?" the red-haired man asked.
Judy didn't even flinch. She was becoming hardened, she
decided. "Caldwell didn't require any special persuasion," Judy
answered. "Just a vague promise was enough for him."
"That figures," McCarter acknowledged.
"The Sheins have their peculiarities," Judy admitted. "Mrs.
Shein especially has some - um - interesting aspects. She is
quite interested in French culture, as a matter of fact."
"Really," McCarter marveled. "What a coincidence. I'll bet
you speak French like a native."
Judy didn't back down from his penetrating gaze and met his
eyes boldly. It was a relief when he did shift his gaze away. He
got up and went around behind her. She heard some soft orders to
his secretary, then his office door being closed. Then he was in
front of Judy, leaning back against his desk.
"It just so happens," he continued, "that I, too, am
interested in things of that nature." He ran the zipper of his
fly down.
Judy watched as he freed his prick. It dangled in an easy
curve, then rapidly began to rise and stiffen. "What about the
closing?" Judy asked.
"Right now, I am very happy with the present schedule," he
answered. "However, I am willing to be persuaded." His erect
cock was standing out from his groin at an angle. A few wisps of
red pubic hair showed in the opening of his fly.
Judy licked her lips. She set her purse on the chair beside
her.
"Take off your blouse," McCarter ordered softly.
Dutifully, Judy unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it back off
her shoulders, baring herself to her waist. The sight of her bare
torso, her small, firm breasts with their alert tits, gave added
vigor to the thrust of McCarter's cock. "My skirt, too?" Judy
asked.
"No, that's enough."
Peculiarly, Judy felt more humiliated at being only half
naked than she would have being completely nude. The fact that
her own primary sexual organs were to remain covered was evidence
of her status in what was to come - her task was to serve but not
to be served.
"Convince me," McCarter ordered softly.
Judy slid to her knees in front of the big man. She knelt
between his feet as he lounged back against his desk. With her
back straight, his cock was inches below her mouth.
She grasped the base of his hard, pink and white shaft. She
tipped the round pink head upward toward her mouth. Delicately,
she licked his hot flesh, tasting his salty meat. Carefully, she
bathed the entire rounded cone of his glans. With the tip of her
tongue she probed the little slit, pried it open, tasted the
inside of his prick.
Andrew McCarter stood with his arms folded, staring down at
the beautiful woman kneeling in front of him. The total
subservience of her position thrilled him almost as much as the
feel of her tongue on his phallus. He could see her perfect
little breasts, jiggling gently as she moved. He found the
smooth, flawless sweep of her nude back unexpectedly erotic.
Her tongue was hot and exciting as it bathed his cock. The
feel of her probing his urethra, the narrow tube along which his
urine and his semen exited, sent a rush of fire through him.
Judy pursed her lips and lowered her mouth to the erect
penis. Carefully, she circled the point of his cock with her
lips, then drew her head back, molding her lips to his phallus.
Lowering her head again, she took more of his organ into her
mouth, and drew back a second time. He both tasted and felt
different from her husband.
Bending forward again, she took another inch of his phallus
in between her jaws. She pressed her tongue against the underside
of his organ, massaging the nerve-laden triangle just beneath the
cap. She swirled her tongue around the pulsing, hot shaft of
living flesh. She pumped her head on it, fucking her mouth with
McCarter's towering, quivering sexual organ.
Judy took a little more in her mouth with every pump of her
pretty head. Finally, when she felt her throat knot up, she
stopped. Circling the base of the prick in her mouth with her
fingers, just below where her lips were, she began moving her head
in a steady fucking motion. She pushed and pulled with her
fingers as she sucked and pumped with her mouth. Saliva oozed
down to smear the base of the hot phallus in her fingers, adding a
welcome slick lubrication.
McCarter grinned tightly down at the cock-sucking woman.
Unfolding his arms, he gripped her head by taking handfuls of her
hair. Gently, but firmly, he pushed her head down further on his
cock, drew her head back, then urged her down still further.
Trapped, Judy tried to resist, but he was too strong for her.
She gagged, her stomach heaved, her throat knotted. Her eyes
filled with tears. The rubbery head of the man's cock battered
against her soft palate where it dipped toward her throat. She had
to swallow the flood of saliva filling her mouth, and her throat
closed on the monster bulk of his cock.
McCarter felt her swallowing, felt her throat close on the
head of his loaded prick. The sensation of having his glans
gently squeezed by a working throat brought a rush of hot semen to
his groin. He lifted Judy's head and jammed it down on his
steaming hot phallus again, hard, forcing her to take still more
of his towering organ in. He felt the head of his cock ram the
back of her throat. He saw the way the cords of muscle stood out
in her neck as she fought his dominance of her, and her spasming
gagging. Her graceful back was writhing from the humiliation of
it all.
Judy thought she must be being destroyed by the ravening,
huge pounding cock in her gullet. The few times she had sucked
Mark's cock she had been able to control the amount of
penetration. This huge man was giving her no choice, was brutally
slamming her head down on his titanic phallus. And now, too, his
hips were heaving at her, driving his huge blunt spike down her
throat. In self-defense, Judy angled her head and neck like a
sword swallower. She fought to time her breathing so she could
gulp fresh oxygen when cock wasn't corking her throat. Tears were
streaming down her cheeks and spit was coating her chin.
McCarter's face was twisted with a tight, triumphant grimace
as he looked down on Judy's working head. The sight of her pretty
face being raped by his monster organ was exquisite. He felt his
ejaculation drawing closer and closer and closer and speeded the
fucking of his hips.
Judy was a dazed, bewildered passenger on the final ride to
McCarter's climax. She felt battered and abused as her head was
whipped wildly up and down, her throat bludgeoned by the
battering-ram cock slamming down it. It was all she could do to
swallow the endless flood of saliva the invading cock triggered.
Bitter, gooey, thick cum slammed into her throat without
warning. McCarter held her head impaled on his pumping, pulsing
phallus. Wad after thick wad of semen blasted from his recoiling
cock, spattered her throat, and poured toward her stomach. Judy's
throat contracted and pulsed around the head of the throbbing
prick in a way no vagina ever could. It felt like gallons of
semen were pooling in her belly.
McCarter himself was rigid with ecstasy. The feeling of his
balls unloading sperm into Judy's throat was pure pleasure. Her
swallowing massaged his nerve-loaded, sensitized cock and
increased the power of his cumming to the borderline between
pleasure and pain. His entire body convulsed, heaving the copious
shots of sperm-laden semen deep into her desperately working
throat. Then his reservoirs were empty and his convulsing became
dry and painful. His muscles falling limp with exhaustion, he let
go of Judy's head.
Judy flopped backward, too dazed, exhausted, and oxygen-
starved to actively spit out the cock that had ravished her. Her
mouth tasted of cum, a clinging, cloying taste that was slowly
being sluiced away by her saliva. She kept swallowing and
swallowing, even though her throat was bruised and sore. Finally,
she heaved herself up into the chair and sat slumped over, while
she fought the urge to retch.
"Well?" she ventured finally, lifting her head, making no
move to cover her bare breasts.
McCarter didn't answer. Instead, he poured a glass of water
for her from the carafe on his desk.
Judy drank it gratefully, used it to wash out the last of the
semen from her mouth. Then she dabbed her face with the tissues
he handed her, wiped the semen and spit off her chin, the tears
off her cheeks. Finally, she sat back in the chair, still bare to
the waist.
"Well?" she repeated.
"Mrs. Penncroft, you are an amazing and marvelous woman," the
red-haired man complimented her. "You are also quite beautiful."
His eyes boldly raked her nude torso.
"Thank you."
Pulling his desk calendar over, he flipped to Friday and made
an entry. "Friday at ten, at Milton Caldwell's office," he
agreed.
"Thank you," Judy said courteously, twisting around to
straighten out her blouse. She slipped it on and buttoned it,
then stood and carefully tucked the tails into her skirt, drawing
the thin material tight across her breasts. Her nipples were
still hard and tense with a perverse excitement.
"What's Mrs. Shein like?" McCarter asked as Judy turned
toward the door. "I've never met the woman."
"She's tall, blonde, and quite beautiful," Judy replied.
"She is also uninhibited. Oh, yes. She also tastes good." Judy
unlocked and opened the office door. "Good-bye, Mr. McCarter.
Until Friday."
Chapter 9
Judy sat in the bank conference room, trying to stay calm.
Inside, her heart was racing. The silence in the room was so
thick, the occasional rustle of paper seemed to have to force its
way through.
Seated around the big table were all the principals to the
sale. They were all carefully studying mortages, deeds and other
papers. Judy, at this point, had nothing to do but watch them as
they slowly turned pages.
Her job, she hoped, was done. She had gotten buyer and
seller together, gotten them to agree on price, and helped arrange
the mortgage. Theoretically, there was nothing more for her to do
except collect her commission.
She wondered how Mark was doing. She had made another of
those gut-wrenching drives to the hospital with him shivering and
shaking beside her. By now he had been on the kidney machine for
close to an hour. His agony should be subsiding.
Judy felt reasonably confident that everything was going to
be all right. No one at the office had gotten wise to what she
had done. All the terms of the sale had been agreed on. Even
though Mark only had two more times on the hospital kidney
machine, there should be no trouble. Those two treatments would
give them enough time to get their own dialysis unit and get it
set up.
He was going to live! It all had worked out, all the worry
and sweat and filth and degradation and risks had paid off, had
been worth it. The guilt Judy felt about what she had done was
tempered by the knowledge that Mark was going to live.
She noticed that Milton Caldwell had finished reading his
papers. The banker arranged them in a precise perfect stack in
front of himself, placed a pen and a pencil exactly one inch on
either side of the pile, then sat back. The expression on his
pink face was unreadable.
Steven Shein was next to finish. Casually, he dropped the
last one on the top of his untidy heap and rubbed his eyes. His
expression was just as unreadable as Caldwell's.
Paula Shein added the papers she had been reading to her
husband's stack. Her lips quirked and she glanced at Judy, and
shrugged.
Andrew McCarter was frowning. Judy watched him nervously.
His forehead was wrinkled slightly - three faint lines between his
red eyebrows. Reaching the end of the final sale contract, he
leafed back through it and reread it. Keeping the contract open
to that page he set it in front of him, and weighed it down with
an ashtray.
"Well," Milton Caldwell began, "everything seems to be in
order. Is everything agreeable to you, Mr. Shein?"
Judy watched him fearfully. The short, powerfully built man
nodded. "Yes."
"Mrs. Shein?" Caldwell asked.
"If it's all right with him, it's all right with me," she
said agreeably.
"Mr. McCarter?"
The big Irishman frowned. "No."
Judy flinched at the single, short denial. Oh God, not now!
Milton Caldwell looked mildly startled. "Oh? What seems to
be the problem?"
"Two problems," the red-haired man answered. "First is the
date I take occupancy. That has been changed from what Mr. Shein
and I originally agreed upon."
He paused and Judy's eyes went to the Sheins. Steven Shein
was looking at the agreement. Paula Shein was carefully
inspecting her long, elegant fingernails.
"Second problem is in the mortgage," McCarter went on.
"There is a prepayment penalty in the mortgage." He looked at
Caldwell.
Caldwell nodded blandly. "Well, yes, that is standard bank
policy," he responded.
"Well then, it's no deal," McCarter said firmly.
Judy thought she was going to die.
"I see," Caldwell said blandly. "That's unfortunate."
"What's wrong with the date of occupancy?" Paula Shein asked,
her voice soft.
Judy eyed the tall woman carefully. She had the feeling
something was brewing.
"What's wrong? I have to be out of my present place on the
first of the month, and according to this I can't move into your
house until the last of the month. At least, that is when you are
scheduled to vacate it," McCarter pointed out. "I don't
understand why it was changed."
"Maybe there's an error on your copy," Paula Shein suggested,
getting up from her chair. She strolled around the table, her
moves easy, graceful languid, and sexy. When she got behind
Andrew McCarter, she leaned over him, and studied his papers.
Judy saw that one of the woman's big, lush breasts was brushing
the side of McCarter's head, and that he responded by leaning
against the warm, soft mound and rubbing his cheek against Paula's
shining satin blouse.
"Mr. McCarter," Paula said softly, "this agreement says we
will vacate the house on the last day of the month, if you so
desire. However, I don't see where it makes any statement as to
when you are to move in." She shifted to rub her full breast
provocatively against the man's cheek. She also slid one hand
down and rested it on his thigh.
Judy watched a gleam come into McCarter's blue eyes. Leaning
away from the tall woman pressed so intimately close to him, he
looked first at her face, then his gaze traveled downward to
admire the full thrust of her breasts and her trim waist. "Just
what, exactly, are you driving at, Mrs. Shein?" he asked softly.
Judy's heart was hammering. Was Paula Shein such a wanton
that she was going to seduce the man right here? Judy glanced at
Steven Shein. He was watching the interplay between his wife and
Andrew McCarter with great interest. When he felt Judy's gaze on
him, he glanced at her and smiled. Judy realized then that the
whole thing had been planned.
She shot a glance at Milton Caldwell. He was gripping the
edge of the table so tightly the tips of his fingers were white.
His collar looked too tight. It was cutting into the soft flesh
of his neck, and the color of his face had changed from pink to
red. His gray eyes were looking so hard at Paula Shein it looked
as if they might push his glasses off his nose.
Paula Shein leaned easily back against the table beside
Andrew McCarter, posing her long body in a graceful line. She
began unbuttoning her satin blouse. "I am sure that you would
find living with us for a month most - stimulating."
"Oh?" Andrew McCarter replied innocently. "In what way?" He
dropped his gaze to the pair of breasts Paula Shein was slowly
exposing. Her blouse was open down the center now. She wore no
bra. He could see the magnificent full thrust of her bosom, the
heavy, exciting undersides of her breasts, the deep, lush valley
between them.
"Why, physically, of course," she answered. "Steven and I are
students of a wide variety of physical cultures. For example,"
the concluded, leaning forward, placing her hands on the
Irishman's cheeks, "touching." She lowered her mouth to his, her
lips pursed, but open.
Paula was thrusting her tongue deep in McCarter's mouth in
bold exploration, taking the initiative. Paula's heavy breasts
swayed enticingly. Andrew McCarter took his hands from the edge of
the table and reached for her heavy glands. Casually brushing her
blouse open, he lifted and massaged the heavy globes, his palms
rubbing over her large, alert nipples.
Judy was feeling rushes of flame sweep through her just from
watching Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter necking and petting their
way up to a searing plateau of lust. Tearing her eyes off them,
she glanced at Milton Caldwell. He looked as if he was about to
explode. Then Judy looked at Steven Shein. He looked interested
but complacent. He cocked an eyebrow at Judy, then gave a small
jerk of his head in the direction of Milton Caldwell.
The banker? What about the banker? Then understanding
dawned. Obviously, the matter of date of occupancy was being
negotiated already. That still left the problem of the prepayment
penalty clause. Judy got up from her chair, her heart pounding.
She felt both sick and excited. It was such a preposterous
setting - the staid, conservative conference room of the bank.
But it made it all the more exciting.
Milton Caldwell was barely aware of Judy's approach. When
she moved into his line of sight, he shifted so he could still see
Paula and Andrew. Judy sat on the table in front of Caldwell and
glanced over her shoulder at Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter.
What she saw sent her blood pressure soaring. She could not blame
the banker for wanting to keep on watching.
The red-haired buyer had bared Paula to the waist. Still
seated, he was leaning forward, his head tipped back. He was
sucking and tonguing first one rubbery tit, then the other, making
the dark buds gleam, and stand up proudly and ask for more
attention. Paula was running her fingers through his auburn
locks. Her head was tipped back, her breasts thrust forward. Her
face was a mask of lust - open mouth, slitted eyes.
"About that prepayment penalty," Judy said softly to
Caldwell, still listening to the ecstatic sighs from Paula Shein
as McCarter sucked on her breasts.
Milton Caldwell shook his head. His necktie bobbed nervously
as he swallowed. "Bank policy," he squeaked. His eyes were still
locked on McCarter and Paula Shein.
Judy undid the top button of her blouse. "You can make an
exception," she said softly.
Caldwell shook his head again, still without taking his eyes
off the couple down the table from him. "I am sorry, but it is
just not done. Except under extremely unusual circumstances."
Judy nodded her head in the direction of the buyer and the
seller's wife. "Don't you think this is somewhat unusual?" She
noticed that McCarter had both of his hands up under Paula Shein's
skirt. As Judy watched, Paula lifted her hips. Andrew McCarter
smoothly slid her lacy panties down her sleek, tan legs. Paula's
grin was tight and excited and her white teeth flashed in the
unforgiving fluorescent lighting.
"That - that has nothing to do with bank policy," Caldwell
squeaked. "That is a private negotiation between buyer and
seller."
"Hardly private," Judy pointed out as she saw McCarter
lifting Paula's skirt and exposing her to the waist. The woman's
lush buttocks flattened as she sat on the table, her ass right at
the edge. The polished surface reflected the image of her bottom
like a mirror.
Her blouse completely unbuttoned, Judy reached out and took
one of Caldwell's limp hands. Gently, she placed his palm against
one of her breasts, curved his fingers to match the soft mound,
and pressed his hand to her warm bosom. "I am opening our
negotiations right now," Judy pointed out. "I am acting as the
buyer's agent in this matter."
"I see," Caldwell acknowledged in a strangled voice. "But I
must be firm!"
Judy reached down to the banker's lap and traced the
monumental bulge of the man's erection. "You certainly are firm,"
she observed. "You are definitely, very, very firm." After giving
his cock a squeeze through his pants, she unzipped his trousers
slowly. "Let's just bring our negotiations out in the open, shall
we?" she said softly.
His cock was like the business end of a baseball bat. It
stood upright in his lap. The zipper of his fly seemed to cut
cruelly into the monster column. Judy solicitously undid his belt
and the waist of his suit pants, and spread them open. His cock
was threatening to rip the fly of his boxer shorts.
"Oh my!" the banker sighed.
For a moment Judy thought what she was doing had squeezed the
noise out of him. Then she glanced at McCarter and Paula. The
big Irishman's face was buried between the tall woman's lean,
graceful thighs. He was chewing noisily at her thickly bushed
pussy. Paula was grunting and whimpering ecstatically, her hands
pulling on McCarter's red hair as she urged him deeper into her
dripping crotch.
Judy reflected that she had told McCarter that Mrs. Shein
tasted good. Afraid she might be losing her hold on her
negotiating target, Judy quickly stripped her blouse off
completely, baring herself to the waist. Sliding forward, she
offered her small, pert, exciting, youthful breasts to the
sweating banker. Still staring at the oral copulation down the
table, he reached blindly for Judy's tits with both hands and
massaged them eagerly. Judy placed her hands on the backs of his
and pushed down firmly, showing the man how it should be done.
"Now, about that prepayment clause," she said softly.
Caldwell desperately tried to gather his resources. He had
never experienced anything like this before in his life, never
seen anything like what he was witnessing. That man was actually
sticking his face in that woman's crotch! It was perverted! It
was disgusting! It was the most incredibly exciting thing Milton
Caldwell had ever seen in his entire life!!!
"No," he insisted desperately. "It-it must remain the way it
is. Unless . . ."
"Unless what?" Judy asked softly.
"Unless your powers of persuasion are indeed unique," the
banker stammered. "As unique and talented in your way as Mr.
McCarter's are in his."
Judy glanced again at Andrew McCarter who was still chewing
happily on Paula Shein's pussy. Paula was leaning back. Her
rolling and twisting hips were thrust forward. Her nipples were
hard, jutting at the ceiling in mute testimony to her lust. Her
entire sensuous body was quivering in the throes of her orally
triggered orgasm.
"You'd like some oral persuasion on the subject?" Judy asked.
Caldwell nodded tensely. His face was dripping with sweat.
Judy eyed the monster cock in the banker's lap dubiously. It
looked too big for her mouth. But she had absolutely no choice in
the matter. They were down to the final hour. Mark's life hung
on what went on in this room right at this very moment.
Judy slid forward off the table. She swung Milton Caldwell's
swivel chair so he faced her but could still watch the wild scene
between Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter. Out of the corner of her
eye, Judy saw that while McCarter was still eating happily from
Paula's juicy trough, he was fumbling with his own clothes,
unfastening his pants. Evidently their negotiations were entering
a new phase.
Judy gripped the base of Milton Caldwell's cock in her
fingers. Her hand was dwarfed by the huge too]. She could feel
the masculine tower thrumming with excitement. Blue veins pulsed
visibly just beneath the pale skin. The head was a monster pink
rounded cone. The tiny slit at the tip was magnified by a clear
crystalline drop in it.
Judy smeared that slippery sticky drop over the bulbous
glans, making the meat shine in the harsh lighting. With her
thumbs on the underside, pressing the yielding ridge that marked
the central tunnel of Caldwell's phallus, she milked more fluid
from his organ. Rising onto her knees, Judy leaned forward to
place her mouth over the quivering monument to lust. She licked
the cap of the erect penis delicately and felt a shiver go through
Milton Caldwell.
Carefully, she bathed the entire rounded peak of his immense,
hard organ. She lapped at it as if wearing down a triple dip ice
cream cone. She tasted the secretions he had already produced,
hot and salty and exciting. Her mouth watered, forcing her to
swallow a wave of saliva. Her pussy was dripping into her panties
with a hunger of its own.
Lifting her head for a moment, Judy glanced up at her quarry.
He was gripping the arms of his chair tightly. His eyes were
still fastened on McCarter and Paula Shein. Paula's legs dangled
off the table. She was now stretched on her back on the polished
wood, her ass right at the edge. Andrew McCarter had shoved his
chair back and was standing between the woman's long, graceful
legs. His pants were down around his ankles. He was setting the
point of his iron hard prick in the hot bushy nest of Paula
Shein's sex. As Judy watched, he drove his steely organ into her
dripping orifice, through the soggy twisted kinks of her pubic
hair.
"Oh, my!" Milton Caldwell exclaimed in a breathy voice. "Oh,
my goodness!"
"The prepayment clause?" Judy reminded him desperately,
trying to keep her own lust-crazed mind on the problem.
"NO!" the banker insisted. "You haven't convinced me yet."
Judy bent over his lap again, her eyes focusing on his huge
cock. It was aimed up into her face like a huge carnal missile.
She pursed her lips and encircled the rounded nose cone of his
phallus, drew her head back, sucking blood right to the tip of his
stupendous organ.
"Mmmmm," the banker groaned, his hips shifting in his chair.
Her arms hooked over Caldwell's thighs, her hands steadying
her meal, Judy lowered her head and took more of the quivering
tower in her mouth. She stroked the sensitive underside with her
velvety tongue. She sucked to draw still more blood to his
already engorged tissues.
"Mmmmm," she purred. She had to admit that the banker's cock
tasted delicious. Her pussy was dripping with excitement. She
was a cock-sucker! And she loved it.
Bobbing her head, she took more of the huge organ into her
mouth, in between her teeth. She remembered how much of Andrew
McCarter's cock she had been forced to take, and wondered if she
could possibly take even half of Milton Caldwell's incredible
staff. Pushing down, she drove the hot sausage toward the back of
her throat. Then she lifted her head, sucking and slurping her
spit off the hot column of meat. Spitting out her meal for a
moment, she cast a quick glance at Andrew McCarter and Paula
Shein.
They were doing it right there on the conference table. Or,
at least Paula was on the table, on her back, her marvelous, lush
breasts quivering, her tits pointing at the ceiling, her head
rolling from side to side with passion. Her ass was nearly off
the table, and Andrew McCarter was standing between her thighs.
Her legs were doubled up, her thighs stretched so wide the tendons
on the insides stood out. McCarter was slamming his cock deep
into Paula's streaming vagina. When he rammed in, their bodies
impacted with a slapping squishy sound. He was reaching forward
now, mashing his hands down on Paula's breasts, crushing them flat
against her ribs, pinning her to the unyielding conference table.
Steven Shein? What was he doing? Judy risked a quick glance
in his direction. He was standing, leaning over the table,
staring down at his wife's passion-crazed face. He himself looked
nearly insane with lust.
Judy realized that he was without a partner.
"Mrs. Penncroft?" Milton Caldwell asked softly.
Judy shook her head. What about Steven Shein? There had to
be something for him, too. Judy realized she was the only one who
was empty and hungry.
"Steven," she croaked.
Shein's head whipped around. Judy looked at him hungrily,
desperately. At the same time, she lifted her skirt, hooked her
thumbs in her panties and hauled them down her thighs to her
knees. She deliberately exposed the pale, lush moons of her ass to
the man's horny gaze. Let him make of that exposure what he
would.
Judy turned her attention back to the banker in front of her.
She impaled her head on his monumental erection again and felt it
swell more. She pumped her head on it hungrily.
Suddenly there were hands on her, lifting her skirt, baring
her naked white ass. She was half leaning forward, her bottom
thrust back toward Steven Shein. Forced to devote her full
attention to the cock in her mouth, she could only trust Shein
would use or abuse her appropriately. She felt Caldwell's balls
delicately, trying to gauge his readiness to cum, the level of his
excitement. He was wheezing and panting.
There was a thrust at Judy's ass that made her jerk.
Something huge and hot was pressing between her buttocks, wedging
into her crack. That was too high, far off the mark from her
vagina. But she couldn't do anything about it. Did she want to do
anything about it? There was a stab at her anus that sent a blast
of fire through her.
"Aaahh!" she gasped around the phallus glutting her. Milton
Caldwell's hips surged up, ramming his titanic organ to the back
of her mouth.
Desperately, before she totally lost control of herself, Judy
spat out the monstrous hot meaty prick. "The prepayment clause,"
she croaked.
"No!" the banker squeaked.
Judy squeezed his cock painfully in her fingers. "The
prepayment clause," she mumbled desperately, feeling a fiery
burning at her anus. She could feel the heat of Steven Shein's
powerful body behind her.
"All right," the banker caved in abruptly. "Just don't leave
me like this, please don't leave me like this." She saw him drag
the papers over, paw wildly through them with one hand and cross
something out with a palsied stroke, and initial it.
Judy prayed it was the right clause. She speared her head on
his burgeoning cock, driving it clear to the back of her mouth
until her throat knotted and her stomach began heaving. Pumping
with her hand, she pistoned her head on the ravening organ between
her lips, sucking and swallowing desperately, massaging it with
her tongue.
She lurched and almost bit the banker as Steven Shein changed
his aim, thrusting his phallus deep into Judy's vagina without
warning. She felt a searing bolt of disappointment. That really
wasn't where she wanted to be fucked. She wiggled her ass in
frustration.
Then Steven Shein hauled his phallus out of her dripping,
slippery pussy. His prick slimy with lubrication, he jammed it at
her anus again. And this time Judy felt her rectal shincter
yielding to him, spreading slowly open to admit his phallus.
There was unbelievable pain mingled with ungodly pleasure.
"Oh-oh-oh-Oh God, I'm Cumminnngggg!" Paula Shein yelled. Her
cry was soaked up by the soundproofing of the ceiling. Her long
lush body convulsed and threshed on top of the conference table.
Judy saw out of the corner of her eye that Andrew McCarter was
slamming his cock full depth into Paula's deep hole. His balls
were pulled tight up against his body. Then a thick wave of
creamy fluid oozed down them and dropped thickly onto the
expensive gray carpeting.
"Rrrrrrgggghhhh," Judy gargled around the phallus in her
mouth. Cock was pounding deep into her rectum, stuffing her
bowels with meat, totally reversing everything she had ever
experienced. Her lust blazed higher and higher.
Gripping Judy's trim waist in his strong hands, Steven Shein
slammed his cock deep in the tight gripping hole of her anus. It
clung to his phallus, a tight greasy sheath that caressed his
penis in a way no vagina ever had. He drew back and slammed into
her again, and again, feeling her flesh pull and tug at his. He
wasn't going to be able to hold his climax off for long. Watching
his wife with Andrew McCarter had sent Shein's lust boiling up to
an incredible level. He had been about ready to masturbate to
relieve the explosive tension in his groin when he had seen Judy
look at him significantly and lower her panties. The sight of her
shining, pale exciting ass had drawn him like a magnet. With her
bent over the way she had been, sucking the banker's unbelievably
huge cock, there had been one obvious target for his lust. Shein
had tried, unlubricated, to bore his way into her rectum. Then he
took advantage of her readily available lubrication and attained
success.
He heaved on Judy's waist, matching his drives to the wild
bobbing of her head on Caldwell's cock. Judy was sucking and
sucking and sucking on the banker's huge tower of meat. She was
cumming, wordlessly, silently. An unbelievable rush of fire was
streaming through her entire body. She had the feeling that
Shein's and Caldwell's cocks were going to meet somewhere deep in
her body as she absorbed their ravening thrusts in the opposite
ends of her alimentary canal. Then Shein's fingers plunged into
her empty but drowning pussy, and Judy's entire body knotted as
her orgasm increased in power.
Judy slammed her head down, pounding the huge, brutal cock
into her throat, feeling her gullet stretch at the monstrous
invasion. She felt the eruption of cum, quivering, rumbling,
roaring the length of the pillar between her lips. Mammoth wads of
cum were pounding down her working, swallowing throat.
Peristaltic waves massaged the head of Caldwell's cock and
propelled the semen into a hot pool in Judy's belly.
Those same peristaltic contractions seemed to carry clear to
her anus. Her rectum suddenly convulsed around the huge shaft
lodged in it, and semen sprayed deep into her bowels. Steven
Shein had his spurting organ drilled as deeply into Judy as it
would go. His strong hips were jammed up against her soft
buttocks, crushing them with their power. His entire body heaved
with every fiery pulse of semen that slammed deep into Judy's ass.
Judy felt as if she were being roasted on a penile spit that
ran through her from her mouth to her anus. Her body was one
searing ball of pleasure as she came and was flooded by the sperm
of her two ravishers. She clung to Caldwell and squirmed her ass
against Shein as she climaxed. Shein's fingers drowned in her
pussy.
The pulsings of the cocks in her faded reluctantly, slowly,
then died completely. Desperate for air, Judy spat out the
banker's organ and sucked in a huge lungful. As she did, she felt
her rectum crap out Steven Shein's shrinking organ. Her strained
anus let a gooey wave of semen drool down into the crack of her
ass.
Steven Shein gone from behind her, Judy slumped back on her
heels. Her skirt fell to cover her naked ass and pussy. For a
long time she just breathed, feeling the hot pools of cum congeal
deep in her body.
Half an hour later she was walking out of the bank, barely
aware of her aches and pains. Tucked safely in the bottom of her
purse were two cashier's checks, each for fifteen thousand
dollars.
She started toward the hospital and her husband.
The End
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