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   GCP4004 The Wildest Secretaries By Jeff Collins

   FOREWORD

   As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall
family structure weaker, we are seeing more of the phenomenon known as
amorality.

   Newspapers today carry accounts of people who have never learned about
good and bad, people who have never placed any value on human life, simply
doing whatever a momentary whim dictated.  The pervasive corruption in a
high political office today offers yet another example.

   The women in this story are women of the present.  Living lives of
existential hedonists, they refuse to worry about tomorrow.  Their main
concern is for today, and the pleasure it brings.  For them, sex is merely
something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional ties nor moral
overtones.

   THE WILDEST SECRETARIES the story of young women who embody the
lifestyle of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds.
Their story holds a lesson for us all.

   -The Publisher

   CHAPTER ONE

   "My tits!  Oh, yes, Bernie, play with my hot tits!"

   "Marta, honey, I don't know how I can survive six weeks on the road
without these tits of yours!"

   Bernie Evers was Cocklin Plastics' star salesman.

   Marta Fenton was Chad Cocklin's secretary, and the hottest piece of ass
in the Cocklin home office.

   Right now they were in the sales film screening room, but they weren't
paying much attention to what was being screened.

   "God, what a hot cunt you are, Marta," Bernie growled.  He gave one tit
a gentle squeeze, then abandoned it long enough to slide his hand up her
thigh under her skirt.  She pressed against the back of the couch and
panted, her legs parted in eager acceptance.

   "Bernie, Bernie!" she whispered.  "What is it about you that turns me on
so fast?"

   "It's not me, baby," he replied.  "It's just the way you're put
together."

   "Ohhh, I'm glad I'm put together the way I am!"

   "So am I." He returned to the stubborn buttons of her blouse.  "There!"
he exclaimed finally.  "Why the hell do you buy blouses that are so
goddamned hard to get off?"

   Marta shook her head without answering as Bernie tugged the blouse off
over her shoulders.  She shivered and leaned over to kiss his cheek while
he fumbled with the catch on her bra.  He pulled the bra away and drew back
to ogle her firm fleshed tits.

   "Christ, I can't believe a woman's skin can be so smooth," he murmured.

   She gasped as he caressed her tit.  "Oh, Bernie, I knew better than to
come in here alone with you.  I knew better!  This happens every time.  Why
can't you ever wait until after work?"

   "I can't wait.  I get in outta the field, take one look at these tits,
and I go wild."

   She shivered again and drew his face down to her tit.

   He closed his lips gently on her nipple and alternately blew and sucked
in, so that the nipple slipped wetly in and out of his vacuuming mouth.  He
teased the hardening bud with his tongue tip and used his fingers to
massage the soft flesh that billowed around his face.

   "Oh, Bernie," she purred as she stroked his busy hand with her own.  "No
one else does it exactly like that."

   He chuckled.  "You mean we're not all alike?"

   "Of course not, silly!  But please don't stop!"

   He teased her other nipple with his mouth and stroked the inner side of
her thigh with his hand.  Marta panted and moaned softly.  As his hand
worked farther up her thigh toward her pussy, she let her legs fall wide
apart and slid down on the couch.

   "Oooo, yes, yesssss!" she urged, grasping his head in her hands and
crushing it to her monumental tits.

   He touched her pussy through the filmy material of her panties and she
stiffened and straightened her body.

   "Oh, God!" she gasped as his finger pressed her clit.  She thrust her
knees farther apart and drew them up to expose her hot cunt.  "I want you,
Bernie!  I want you in me!"

   "That's what I want, too, baby," he croaked, mumbling around the mound
of succulent tit in his mouth.  "That's exactly what I want." He pushed the
strip of nylon cloth aside and let his fingers dip into the thick fluid
that coated her twitching cunt.

   "Unnnh!  Rub it!  Rub it!"

   He slid two fingers in between her pulpy cuntlips until they were
swallowed by her syrupy hole.  He felt her throbbing clit rub against his
palm.  Feeling the erect knob, he rotated his thumb over its surface while
his fingers circled her cuntlips.

   "Wait, Bernie," she gasped.  "Let me take my skirt off.  The last time
we fucked in the office, you got cum all over it!"

   They both rolled from the couch and got naked as fast as they could shed
their clothes.

   Then he was back on one of her melon like tits, wrapping his fingers as
far around the huge globe as they would go.  He squeezed, letting his
fingers sink into the resilient flesh.  He rubbed her nipple with his palm,
and the pink stem throbbed immediately to attention.

   He watched her eyes as he kneaded and shook her full tit.  He plucked at
her other nipple with his fingers and thumb, twisting it gently.  It
swelled between his fingertips.

   Marta's gaze became smoky, and she murmured, "You have good hands,
Bernie."

   He bent and brushed his lips gently against hers as he continued to
fondle her tits.  Her tongue fluttered up, and his came out to joust with
it openly.  Saliva drooled down his tongue and into her mouth.

   Suddenly his mouth caught hers hungrily, and they ate each other while
he mauled her huge tits, rolling them like water filled balloons.  Then he
smeared his open mouth down on those billowing globes.  He pressed his face
against one and nuzzled it fiercely as he chewed at the thick, throbbing
nipple, "Oh, shit, that feels good!" Marta wailed.

   Then Bernie switched tits, snaked his tongue around the new nipple, then
sucked it up.  He bathed it in his slippery spit.

   She reached down and caught his prick.  It was bone hard.  God, did he
have a cock!  It was long and stiff, except for the cockhead, which bulged
out, plump and rubbery.  Marta fondled it, and the clear lubricant that
oozed out of its tip made a wet spot on her hand.

   He was still playing with her tits, rolling them with his hands and
pushing them together as he nuzzled the warm, soft cleft between them and
licked them all over.  Her stiff nipples danced, and he chased the little
pink towers with his tongue.

   "Oh, I'm so hot, Bernie, give it to me!  Give me your cock now!" she
panted, pulling at his prick.

   Bernie straightened up.  His cock stuck up like a spear, quivering with
the force that flowed through it.  Marta gave a lustful cry and tried to
grab for his prick, but he pushed her back against the sofa.  He bent and
kissed her soft, plump belly.

   She wriggled around and caught his cock.  She stroked the shaft while he
licked in and out of her navel.  His lips browsed over the bulge of her
belly and down into her tangled pussy hair.  He munched at her furry mound
and cuntlips.  They protruded, giving the man a lot of meat for licking and
chewing.  Bernie ran his tongue over her pouty cuntlips, caught one several
times between his teeth, causing her to squeal with delight.

   She kept stroking on his cock, tugging at it and using it as a handle to
try to draw him on top of her.  But as he bowed deeper between her fleshy,
wide open thighs, his hips moved closer to her face.  She continued to pull
at his prick, so he tossed a leg over her, hanging his cock and tensely
drawn up balls above her face.

   A gleaming string of clear cock juice dangled from the tip of his prick
as Marta tilted the stiff shaft down to her watering mouth.  She swirled
her moist, warm tongue over the head of his fat cock first, sucking up his
cum, then she let the thick, throbbing head sink completely into her mouth.
She clamped her lips behind the rim of his giant cock and began to suck.

   "That's it, baby, that's it!  Show me how much you like my sweet cock!
Fill your fucking mouth with it!"

   He went rigid with the sweet bolts of lightning that traveled along his
nerves, and he was stimulated to sink his head even deeper into her warm
crotch.  Her musky cunt fragrance filled his head, making his brain reel.

   With a lustful groan, he nestled his nose between the soft, rubbery
swells of her plump ass.  He inhaled the scent of her aromatic asshole as
he clamped his mouth fully over the moist, meaty center of her cunt.  He
tongued her and sucked up the hot juices that flowed in tiny streams from
her gooey cunthole.

   As he gobbled and slurped at her pussy, he began to move his hips
rhythmically, fucking his long prick in and out of the girl's avidly
sucking mouth.

   She gobbled his juicy cock like the natural cock sucker she was,
chomping and licking noisily.  She anxiously stroked his balls, as if
coaxing them to give up their thick cum.

   But Bernie knew she didn't really want that.  She wanted to feel his
hard-on up her cunt, and he wanted to plant it there . . .  now!

   Abruptly, he sat up and whirled around.  But he didn't settle between
her thighs.  Instead, he turned her onto her side, facing away from him,
and he pressed her shoulders forward so that she was bent into a right
angle, her hair hanging over the edge of the sofa.

   He snuggled up behind her, on his side, and poked his stiff cock between
her thighs.  They were so soft and warm.  Marta gurgled happily at the feel
of having his cock between them.  She moaned and writhed, and he began to
saw his long cock forward and back across the hot tip of her clit.  This
turned her on even more.

   "Oh, shit!" she cried.  "Hurry, do it!  I wanna be fucked!"

   She kept bearing down against his rigid cock, grinding and bumping. 
Suddenly he jerked back, and the slippery head of his cock skidded to the
entrance of her cunt.  It popped into the hungry hole, which was wide open
and slick with desire.  He shoved, and his prick glided all the way up
inside her.

   Just then the intercom on the console hummed, and Trixie's voice
shattered the bliss of their fuck.

   "Marta . . .  Marta, are you in there?"

   "Shit!" Marta cried, and pushed the button.  "Yeah, Trixie, I'm here. 
What's up?"

   "Old floppy tits wants to see you in her office, and I mean right now!"

   "Damn," Marta hissed, pulling her hot cunt off Bernie's cock.

   "Hey, baby, don't go . . .  not now!  Let Gilda wait!" Bernie cried.

   "You know better than that, Bernie," Marta said, getting back into her
clothes.

   Gilda Loring was the head of the secretary pool, and a real bitch.  When
Gilda told one of her girls to jump, the girl had better jump- high and
fast.

   Marta looked down at Bernie's rigid, throbbing cock and once again
pushed the intercom button.

   "Trixie?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Come in here, will you?"

   Marta met Trixie at the door.  She was a striking little redhead and
handled half of Chad Cocklin's secretarial duties.  She was also Marta's
roommate, and knew the score.

   "Wow, I did interrupt something," Trixie giggled, looking over Marta's
shoulder at the pained expression on Bernie's face.

   "Take care of this, will ya, honey?" Marta smiled, and popped out the
door, closing it behind her.

   "Gladly!" Trixie exclaimed, pulling up her skirt and wriggling out of
her panties as she crossed to the man on the sofa.  "Hi, Bernie," she
purred.  "Remember me?"

   '"Kind of," Bernie replied, his eyes drinking in the glory of her red
haired pussy.

   "I blew you at last year's Christmas party."

   "Oh, yeah?"

   "While I was getting fucked by my boyfriend in the John.  Remember?"

   "Oh, yeah." Bernie vaguely remembered.

   "You know, I've always wanted to try a real big one up the ass.  One
like this." She gave his cock a squeeze.  "You game?  I'll make it easy for
ya!"

   She jumped on the sofa beside him and waved her ass in the air.  "Get it
wet first, lover!"

   Bernie moved in behind her.  He found her cunt and rammed home to get
his cock wet with juice.  She groaned happily as she felt her cunthole
filled with his cock.  She began to exercise herself up and down on its
throbbing length.

   Bernie spread the asshole bouncing before his eyes with his thumbs. 
When it was good and gooey with his spit, he inserted one finger, then a
second, and then a third up her butthole.  Eventually he had his squeezed
hand inserted up her asshole to the heel.  He fucked her ass with his hand
in the same tempo that his cock filled her cunt.

   Trixie moaned and fucked back at him like a wild woman.  Beneath her,
she could feel his free hand tugging and squeezing her tits.

   "That's it, honey, that's it," he rasped as she bounced on his impaling
cock and fingers.

   "Now, now!" she shrieked.  "I'm ready for your cock in my butt now! 
Ream my ass with your beautiful cock!"

   Bernie pulled out of her pussy and sent the full length of his cock up
her ass in one jolt.

   "Oh, yeah, lover, yeah!  Oh, shit, I knew I could take a big one up my
shitter!"

   "You got it," Bernie groaned, lunging his cock up her butt like a mad
bull.

   She was loving it.  Her ass bounced back and forth on his pounding prick
in a wild, abandoned rhythm.  She started talking herself through a climax.


   "I'm gettin' there.  Shove a little harder, honey!  Oh, shit, heaven's
on the way.  I'm close ...  so fuckin' close!  There, there . . .  I'm
there!" As she came she jammed her ass back over his pulsing cock.

   He growled.  "Keep your ass movin', baby.  I'm next!  Yeah . . .  hey .
. .  like that!  Just like that!  Ohhhh, sheeeit, that is the sweetest!"

   They shot off together in spirals of cum and cunt juice.

   "Wow," Bernie groaned, pulling his cock from her gaping asshole.  "How
come we never made it before?"

   "Shit, you were always too busy fucking Marta!"

   CHAPTER TWO

   Gilda Loring stood at her office window, staring down at the parking lot
and across at the factory.  She had just changed her blouse in her private
washroom, and she was now buttoning the clean one over the huge swells of
her heavy tits.

   She looked down.  With a critical eye, she inspected the big, white
balloons of her tits.  Without the support of a bra, they sagged a little,
but not much, not very much at all when you considered she was thirty six
years old.

   Those tits were white and soft, like down pillows.  The flesh was thin,
and beneath its translucency, one could faintly see the spider webbing of
fine blue veins, the aureoles were large saucers of brown with big nipples
set in their centers.

   Gilda hefted her tits, delighting in the smooth, solid feel of them in
her hands.  Her fingertips idly prodded her nipples as her eyes moved on to
further inspection.  Her nipples rose automatically to the touch of her
fingertips, but she wasn't aware of the change.

   Her waist was still narrow and her belly was flat enough not to need a
diet.  Reaching down, she felt the fullness of her ass and the dangerous
softening of her upper thighs.  The" legs would need attention.  She was
getting too heavy in the legs.  Perhaps some exercises were in order.

   One hand reached up and patted her hair.  She was glad about the hair.
She'd made the right decision there.  Going blonde had been the right
thing.

   She chuckled ironically to herself.  "I'm beautiful and I don't know
what to do with it."

   Gilda considered herself a firmly entrenched career woman.  She had held
her responsible position for the past six years, and there was no reason to
believe she would not hold it for many years to come.  Her combined talents
of great capability and a fully developed sense of fairness made her both
efficient and generally well liked, despite her somewhat distant
relationship with people outside of working hours.

   But that might change tonight.  Chad Cocklin's words, spoken over the
intercom a few minutes before, came back to her.

   "Dinner tonight, Gilda?"

   For the first time since she'd come to work for him, Gilda had said yes.
Marta Fenton was the reason for that.  She couldn't let Chad throw himself
away on a little nineteen year old tramp.

   "Old Iceberg." That's what Marta had called her.  Not to her face, of
course.  But Gilda had heard the remark.  The girls hadn't seen her
standing in the far corner of the file room.  Marta had been leading the
conversation, and her contempt for Gilda had been obvious.

   "I bet old Loring's never had a cock in her life!" Marta was saying as
she talked in the room with several other girls.  "That dame's, idea of
kicks is probably going home to wash out her undies!"

   Gilda sighed, turned away from the window and moved back to the mound of
paperwork on her desk.  She did not look up again until her door opened.

   "You wanted to see me, Miss Loring?"

   Marta Fenton stood before her, her long black hair a sheath of silk over
her shoulders.  Her dark eyes flashed a mixture of defiance and hidden
amusement.  She despises me, Gilda thought, looking at the girl's
provocative, tight fitting dress.  Her full tits thrust proudly against the
clinging material of her low necked outfit, the cleft between them a
shadowed line.

   "You wanted to see me?" Marta repeated.

   Gilda's delicately boned features tensed as she frowned.  "Yes, Marta, I
want to speak to you.  It's about these files." As she spoke, she gestured
to the files on her desk.

   "Yes?"

   "Don't just stand there saying 'yes'!" Gilda could feel her anger
rising. "You know, you must know, all the mistakes you've been making
lately!  You're an intelligent girl, Marta.  When you first came to us,
your work and your willingness to learn impressed everyone.  Now, and when
I say now, I mean for the past six months, you don't seem to be able to let
a day go by without making a serious mistake somewhere." Gilda paused for
breath.  Marta said nothing, but a veiled look entered her eyes.

   "You nearly lost us that big order last week, simply because you forgot
to put the file back in the right place," Gilda continued.  "That's nothing
but carelessness."

   She handed two of the files over to Marta, who took them, opened them
briefly, and then handed them back again.

   "Yes, I see.  I'm sorry."

   She doesn't look sorry, Gilda thought bitterly.  Just cautious.

   "Being sorry isn't the point, Marta" she snapped.  "What is the point is
that you've got to change your attitude and your working habits, or rather,
your nonworking habits.  Perhaps if you paid as much attention to what goes
on in the office as you do to your, uh, social life, you might be doing
much better.  If you don't, well, I'm afraid you might not find yourself
working here very much longer."

   Genuine alarm showed in the girl's expression.  "You mean, you'd fire
me?"

   "I don't see what else I could do." Gilda stood.  "That will be all for
now.  And, Marta ...  we do have a rule about intra-office fraternization."


   Without a word, Marta turned and left the office.  Her shapely legs
scissored angrily through the door.  Once again, the long, thick inane of
black hair swung freely across her back.  The door closed behind her.

   Gilda was alone once more.

   The bitch!  The lousy, frigid, miserable, dried up old bitch!  Marta
fumed inwardly.  So Iceberg was thinking of firing her, was she?  The
bitch!

   Marta stormed back into the filing department, grabbed the file that had
been lying on her desk for a week and made her way swiftly back through the
building to Trixie's office.

   "Here!" She dropped the papers onto Trixie's desk.  "Old Floppy Knockers
wants this stuff!" Without waiting for any sort of reply, she raced out
again.

   Her thoughts were whirling.  I'll be damned if I'll go back into that
stupid office, she swore.  Fire me, will she?  She'll find it won't be that
easy!

   Cold reason told her to shy away from thoughts like that.  Gilda Loring
swung a lot of weight at Cocklin Plastics.  But maybe enough of the males
in some of the higher positions had tasted, or at least heard of, Marta's
talent between the sheets.  That'll save me, she triumphed.  It always has!


   Abruptly, she turned down a side corridor and walked out of the building
into the huge parking lot.  Action was what she wanted now . . .  action,
and plenty of it.  Something to take her mind off that frosted female in
the upper office.  Besides, the romp with Bernie hadn't been all that
great.

   Her body was twitching for more action.  The hard, rough kind.  Someone
big and tall.  With power.

   Her eyes scanned the parking lot.  A group of factory men had just come
out, through with their shift.  One of them was walking away from the rest
of the crowd, heading toward his automobile.

   Marta recognized him.  He hadn't been on the job too long, but she'd
noticed him several days before when she'd arrived at work.

   He was young, about twenty one or twenty two, she thought.  Old enough
to know the ropes and young enough to have the power she needed.  His nose
had that busted look that told her this was a guy who'd used his power
several ways.

   Instinctively swinging her hips even more than usual, she made sure he
noticed her.  "Hi, there," she said as he got within hailing distance. 
"How's it going?"

   A wide grin split his face.  She saw his glance traveling up and down
her body.  Then it settled on her neckline.  She leaned over and propped
her elbow on his car, making sure he got the full effect of her creamy tits
pressing up against her blouse.

   "Okay, I guess," came his answer.

   Marta smiled, deliberately moving closer.  "How about giving me a ride?
I could show you ...  a whole bunch of things ..." Her insinuation made him
gulp, but he got the message.

   "I'll bet you could, too," he muttered, staring fixedly at her tits. 
"Er . . .  what's your name?"

   "Marta.  Marta Fenton.  And yours is Dale Hodges."

   "How did you . . .  ?"

   "I processed your application ...  I liked your picture."

   The implication wasn't lost on Dale Hodges.  "Yeah." His voice had gone
thick.  "Let's get in the car."

   Marta climbed in and slid way over on the front seat, making sure her
skirt was high above her knees.  As Dale took the wheel, she made sure her
leg brushed his all the way up and down.  The look on his face told her he
was registering, and then some.

   "Anything special you'd like to see first?" she smiled.

   His gaze met hers firmly.  "I'd like to see it all."

   "Good!" she chirped.  "I was hoping you'd say that!  There's a motel on
the south end of town that has wild closed circuit television!"

   He shook his head.  "You sure don't fool around, do you?"

   Marta threw back her head and laughed heartily.  "Dale, honey, I fool
around a lot!"

   By the time they got inside the motel room, they were both hot and
ready. Eagerly, he reached for her, but she moved swiftly out of his way.

   "No, no, not just yet.  Remember, I said I had things to show you!"

   Swaying as she stood in front of him, she deftly undid the buttons of
her low cut blouse, then shrugged the garment from her shoulders.  It fell
to the floor.  Another movement, and she had released the clasp that held
her bra in place.  A gasped groan escaped from Dale's lips as he saw her
creamy tits swinging loose in the room's shaded light.

   Marta held her tits in her hands, her fingers caressing the darkening
nipples.  "You like me, Dale?  You want me?" She laughed throatily, sensing
the excitement rising to bursting in the young man opposite her.

   He reached out to grab her again, but she sidestepped lightly.

   "Watch, lover," she said, jumping out of reach.  "Watch me!"

   She undid the zipper on her skirt, gyrated her hips in quicker and
quicker motions, and the skirt skittered to the floor to join her blouse
and bra in a heap on the carpet.

   Dale wet his lips, his tongue darting out suggestively as he stared at
the lushness of Malta's nakedness.

   Still gyrating, she stepped out of her shoes.  Now all that covered her
were the flimsy panties she wore, their red laciness tantalizingly
transparent.

   "Now," she crooned, her huge eyes half closed, "now I want your hands,
lover.

   The young man gasped and grabbed her, pulling her down on the bed beside
him.  His fingers followed her instructions and demands, probing her soft
cunt with burning heat.

   Suddenly, Marta thrust him away.  "Now I want to see you!"

   He stared at her for a moment, then realized what she meant.  He
unbuckled his belt, ripped off his shirt and, seconds later, stood naked
before her.

   "My, my," she marveled, drinking in every aspect of his physique.  As
always, she'd guessed right.  The powerful shoulders were echoed in force
in every aspect of his body.  Hard, muscular maleness sprang from the very
fiber of his being.

   And, thank God, his cock was huge.

   His weight sank against her.  Greedily, his hands and mouth explored
her. The elastic of her brief panties stretched under his prying fingers.
With a heaving motion, she tossed them aside.  The last barrier was gone.

   Marta felt his eyes on the bare flesh of her tits and saw his cock swell
in his hand.  Dale had a huge cock, and she was sure he knew what to do
with it.  Her tits swelled with desire along with his prick, and the slit
of her cunt started juicing.

   "Well?" he said, shaking the head of his cock in her direction.

   Marta moved to him with a spicy lilt in her flared hips.  Her arms came
up around his shoulders and he folded her in an impatient embrace.  Their
lips met, and she cooed delightedly as she rubbed her flat belly over his
stiffening prick.  Her eyes met his as their furious kiss built.  His hands
smoothed down her back and he lifted her to him by cupping his palms around
the full firmness of her trembling ass cheeks.

   "Hurry!  C'mon!" Marta hissed, tugging him by the cock.  "My pussy can't
wait for this!"

   The thick black hair growing over her pussy formed a sharp vee.  She lay
back with a sigh of anticipation.  Dale looked down, his breath quickening
at the sight of her lush pussylips, moist and plump and quaking.

   "God, I'm hot . . .  so fucking hot for you!" she moaned, dipping two
fingers in the slit of her cunt and fucking herself until they were
dripping wet, then offering them to his lips.

   Dale obliged by licking them clean and slipping two fingers into her
pussy at the same time.  Marta reacted like an animal, like a bitch in
heat. She humped her hips up off the bed, filling her cunt with as much of
his hand as she could take.

   "Shit, oh, shit, I love to fuck!" she hissed.  "I'm so glad you want to
fuck me, lover!"

   "I want to fuck your brains out, you little bitch."

   He screwed her harder with his fingers, expert fingers that knew exactly
how a woman was made.  She fondled his prick, jacking the throbbing shaft
up and down, harder and faster, as his fingers pummeled her cunthole.

   "Yes, yes, do it!  Shit, oh shit, do it!"

   He kissed her and continued to finger fuck her, letting his heat
overwhelm her.

   "Want my tongue a little, baby?"

   "Yes . . .  yes, lover, eat me a little before you fuck me!  Tongue my
cunt!" she howled.

   Dale bent down and took her hand, pulling her up from the bed.  "Come
here," he said as he tugged her over to a chair.  He sat down, with Marta
standing in front of him.  "Now put your foot on the back of the chair."

   She raised her leg and hooked her ankle over the high back of the chair.
Her cunt was completely exposed in front of him.

   "Now hold onto my shoulders," he said as he put his hands around her
tiny waist.  "I'm going to suck your sweet pussy inside out and I don't
want you to get away from me!"

   Marta was limber enough to be comfortable in that position, but her
movements were limited.  "I don't think I can stand up this way for very
long," she said.  "I'll go weak!"

   "Don't worry about it, baby.  This isn't the only way I know to suck a
cunt!"

   He bent forward and blew softly at the hairs around her pussy, then
ducked his head under her leg and pushed his face into her wet flesh.  His
tongue dove directly for her cunthole and Marta staggered with the contact.
He pulled her tightly to him and buried himself in the hot, sweet folds,
sucking and pulling at her swollen cuntlips, running his tongue around the
entrance of her pussy.

   She swayed, unable to hold her balance so that she had no control over
manipulating her hips.  She had to concentrate on remaining standing, and
every muscle in her cunt throbbed and pulsed wildly.

   "I can't hold it!" she cried.  "I can't hold anything!"

   He didn't stop to answer her, and she suddenly realized what he wanted.

   Her body felt as though it was on fire and the passion he had aroused in
her belly took over.  She went weak and started to fall, but he held her
up, his mouth glued to her cunt, sucking and pulling.

   All of a sudden she felt release inside her as everything happened at
once.  She felt the rush of warm piss pour out and heard him moan with
pleasure as it covered his face.  He licked at the liquid and buried his
face deeper as the stream continued to come.

   Marta cried out as she felt herself being turned inside out with the
violent sensation of her come as it erupted and she jerked wildly in
spasms. Dale pulled at her clit, drawing the violent sensations out of her,
delighting in the liquids that poured from her body.  She went limp and he
eased her down to the floor.

   He pried her knees open and let his big body slide down between her
thighs.  He ground the head of his hard cock painfully aginst her clit.

   "Easy.  Oh, Christ, easy!"

   "Easy, shit!"

   He found her spongy hole and thrust his cock inside her cunt with all
his strength, filling her entire pussy.

   Marta raised her knees slightly, but he grabbed them and forced them
farther back so that they touched her shoulders.

   "It's so deep," she moaned.  "So fucking deep!"

   "Yeah," he gasped, as he felt his twitching cock slip in and out of her
tight, moist fuck hole.

   "Fuck me . . .  oh, yes," she begged.  "Harder, lover, harder!"

   He pushed into her cunt with increased fury, pounding and slamming his
hips against hers, grasping her ass and lifting her off the floor.

   "Enjoying yourself, baby?" he hissed down at her.

   "Oh, Jesus, yesssssss!  God, it's big . . .  big and hard and hot!"

   She could feel herself becoming wetter with each thrust and her cunt
walls began to twitch with an urgency that was about to explode.  His prick
seemed to become even thicker with each painful, brutal thrust as his
throbbing cock filled her soft, squirming cunt completely.

   "That's it, baby," he urged her roughly, sensing that she was near her
climax.  "Come on, you cunt . . .  fuck . . .  fuck . . .  FUCK!"

   Marta groaned as a wave of trembling excitement shuddered through her
whole body and she began to shake uncontrollably as her cunt walls
contracted wildly around his thick, pulsating prick.

   Her sharp nails raked a harsh pattern down his back as she bucked and
jerked up against him, feeling his cock worming up into her cunt.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhh, God ...  I'm coming, I'm coming . . .  COMING!  she wailed
as her waiting tension and frustrations were released in one sudden great
burst of searing flame.

   Her thighs jerked wildly, her whole body heaving and swaying, her
passion consumed in the skin to skin friction, and her face flushed with
the warm, comforting glow of deep satisfaction and fatigue.

   But, above her, on and on Dale pounded.  He couldn't get enough of her
cunt as his hands dug cruelly into the softness of her rounded ass, and he
could feel his iron hard prick swell and tremble inside her moist, warm
pussy.  His urge was almost destructive as he thrust deeper and deeper into
her, wanting to consume her, feeling powerful as he arched his hips at her
upturned thighs in an effort to force his cock farther and farther into her
soft, syrupy cunt.

   Marta gasped for air.  Her face was contorted in passion as her nails
dug cruelly into his back and spine and her full, luscious tits splayed out
under his weight, imprinting her hardened nipples into his chest.  Her body
heaved and wiggled in great choking cries as her thighs trembled and
shivered in her abandoned passion and he drove in long, hard, steady
strokes deep into her moist, throbbing pussy.

   "Aaarrrrghh!" he bellowed as his cock thickened and slackened as he
stayed buried inside her, filling her pussy almost to the bursting point
with his hot, liquid cum.

   "Yes ...  oh, yes!' she whimpered, feeling him come and jerk like a
slippery eel deep inside her velvet cunt.  She raised her hips to receive
every ounce of his jetting load of cum.

   His orgasm seemed to splinter his rigid cock and he choked and gasped as
he emptied his jism deep into her waiting cunt, satiating him, relieving
him, calming him with each violent contraction.  It seemed to be taking the
very life from his body, leaving him weak and vulnerable, but she, too, had
collapsed in an exhausted heap, her legs falling down limply, widespread,
on either side of his heaving hips and ass.

   His breathing gradually began to regulate as he felt his once hard cock
slip reluctantly from inside her sweet cunt and fall limply on the carpet.

   "God, I knew you'd be a fantastic fuck," she said, looking up at him
from lust crazed eyes.  "How long does it take you to get it up again?"

   "About as long as it takes to get it all the way down your throat!"

   CHAPTER THREE

   As Gilda tested the bath water, her huge, conical tits swayed
delightfully on her chest.  Satisfied, she slipped into the water.

   Her tits, firm and generous, floated slightly in the buoyancy of the
water.  The pale, almost transparent skin was flawless, unblemished,
culminating in the pink tips of her delicately formed nipples.  That was
the way Gilda liked her body-unmarked, untouched.  And that's the way it
had always been.  Well, almost always.

   No, she told herself fiercely ...  no!  I don't want to think of Tom
now. Tom is dead.  All that is finished.  And maybe it wasn't ever real.

   No, it had been real, all right.  For three years she had been engaged
to Tom Peters.  They were so in love, and so good in and out of bed
together.  Right up until that night in the airport parking lot . . .

   "God, honey," Tom said, "right here in the car?  In the parking lot?"

   "It's dark," Gilda cooed.  "No one will see us!"

   He took her in his arms.  She could feel the heat of his body and the
pounding of his cock against her belly.  She lifted her lips to him.

   "Kiss me, Tom . . .  please!"

   He did, warmly, eagerly.

   And then she melted even closer to him.  "Now fuck me!"

   "Are you sure?"

   "I'm sure.  I want you . . .  now!"

   "Honey, I've got a ten o'clock plane . . .  "

   "We'll hurry!" she urged.

   He moved across the leather seat.  His strong hands cupped her taut ass
cheeks through the thin material of her dress and squeezed.  His touch sent
chills up her spine and downward to stab desire in the already wet slot
between her quivering thighs.

   He kissed her on the cheek and then moved his lips up and down her neck,
sending even more shivers through her anxious body.

   She was just about to urge him to take her clothes off, when he spoke.
"Something has really turned you on, honey.  What was it?"

   "You!"

   Gilda could feel her whole body responding to him.  Silly, she thought.
She wanted him to do everything to her.  Rape her, even, if he wanted to.

   Tom kissed her lips, and when he pressed his body against hers, she
instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter.  Both
their lips were moist and warm, and as they kissed, he ran his hand lightly
over her face, adding to the excitement of the moment.

   Then he moved his head back a bit so that their lips were just barely
touching, and then ran the tip of his wet tongue over her upper lip and
then over the lower.  He pressed his open mouth against hers and poked his
tongue hungrily inside her mouth until it touched hers.

   He held her even tighter and, shoving his tongue even farther back into
her mouth, he rubbed it back and forth across her hot tongue.

   Hurry, hurry!  Gilda's mind screamed.  Oh, God, fuck me!

   As their tongues caressed, their bodies pressed closer.  She could feel
his erect cock pressing against her belly.  He deliberately and slowly
rubbed against her, poking his giant prick against her body from her navel
to her thighs.

   It was hard for Gilda to distinguish her breathing from his because he
was breathing so hard, too.  The sounds seemed to blend into one.  There
was something very exciting about being so helpless in Tom's strong arms,
his tongue exploring her mouth and his cock rubbing against her.

   She instinctively spread her legs.  She wrapped her arms around his neck
and they continued their long kiss while he pumped his hips, pressing
against her in a slow, sensuous movement.

   She kept feeling the full length of his cock as it moved again and again
against her.  Each time he pressed forward, he uttered a little groan of
pleasure and tongued her harder.

   One of his hands slipped down to her shoulder and then rested on her
tit. He began massaging it through her blouse, moving his hand back and
forth over her firm tit.  It seemed to Gilda that her tits were getting
bigger and more sensitive to his touch.  And the more he did it, the more
that voluptuous feeling spread through her body.  Her whole being was
aroused, but the center of her pleasure was still the tit he was fondling.

   She could feel the perspiration forming on his forehead and neck.  They
moved to press their lips together and then their tongues went into a
frenzy.  His body kept up its jerking motion, but faster, and his hand was
still caressing and squeezing her tit, but harder, with almost a painful
pressure.

   Suddenly, with a low groan, his movements became quick and straight, as
though he were driving his cock right into her.  Gilda could feel the
length of it squirming along her leg, and then she felt him pull the
crotchband of her panties aside and his cock was filling her pussy.

   He shoved his cock all the way in and his balls danced against her ass
cheeks.  Again and again they banged her.  He sunk eight inches into her
hot, eager cunt and began to fuck her furiously.

   "I'm in, I'm in!" he moaned.

   "I know.  Now fuck!"

   He drove the entire length of his prick up into her tight cunthole. 
Grunting, he ground his cock hair, the root of his prick, into her cunt.

   Gilda whimpered and strained to draw even more prick into her pussy.  It
was good, so good!  Her cunt was on fire with the need to feel his cock
shooting.  Her asshole opened and closed in involuntary spasms.

   "Shove it up me, darling!" she cried.  "Shove that fat cock up into my
pussy!  I want to feel you tear into me and flood me with all that cum!  I
want you to ream me out, Tom!  Oh, Tom, give it to me!  Don't hold back! 
All that cock is mine and I want it, want it right up my cunt!  Give it to
me!"

   Instead of answering with words, Tom let his cock do it for him.  Faster
and harder he shoved his prick in and out of her hot, demanding pussy. 
Over and over again he tortured himself with the delightful friction as her
cunt jacked him and sucked him at the same time.  He could feel the jism
boiling down in his balls and knew that sizzling cum would soon be on its
way up through his throbbing cock, up through his pisshole and then
flooding her moist cunt.  Gilda was straining now.  She was almost there,
and yet there was something blocking her way.  She just couldn't make it.
Then she knew the answer.  She needed to feel him shoot into her.  She
needed his orgasm to trigger her own.

   She tried to contract the muscles in her pussy.  She squeezed him with
all her might, especially on the inward stroke.  Then she heard him gasp
and felt the base of his cock twitch and begin to jerk violently.  It
worked.  It would be any second now.

   "Now, now!  Let it loose, let it fly!"

   "Take it, honey!  Here's the hot cum you wanted, take it!  Swallow it up
in your cunt!  Oh, ahhh, ohhhh, baby!  Babeeeee!"

   And then she felt the first shot of hot jism slam into her cunt slit. 
Up against her warm in sides the boiling juice came, flooding her.  Gobs
and gobs of milky white cum shot into her.  It felt as though he were
coming in her throat instead of her pussy.

   "Come on, lover, shove your cock into me!  Please, make me come!  MAKE
ME COME!"

   The last syllable wasn't out of her throat when Gilda felt the first
wave of pleasure that told her it was there at last.  The tiny initial wave
of pleasure built with each movement of his spewing cock inside her, and
then she was coming.

   The contractions of her orgasm began.  She thrashed her legs about and
humped for all she was worth.  She banged her body against his wildly
fucking cock.  The deepest waves of her orgasm were just reaching the
crest, and then her mind exploded into a rainbow of lights and stars.

   And then it was over.  But she wanted him again, right away.

   "But, honey, it's late ...  the plane ..."

   Gilda's hand found his cock between her wet thighs.  With a groan, he
slid back inside her.

   "Fuck it," he growled.  "I'll take the eleven o'clock flight instead."

   Gilda didn't hear about the crash of the eleven o'clock shuttle until
the next morning.  Tom Peters was on the grim, impersonal list of
casualties.

   It wasn't my fault, it wasn't!  Gilda told herself, sobbing as she lay
in the tub.

   But that's why she had been denying herself all these years.  But now it
was time, time to put the past aside and try to start a new life.  And
that's why she had agreed to go to dinner with Chad Cocklin that night.

   The thought of Chad made the juices start to boil in her cock hungry
pussy.  She reached down and parted her cuntlips with her fingers.  Using a
stiff bar of soap, she ran it up and down her hot slit and then pressed it
hard against her erect clit.

   "Oh, God," she moaned, working her hands up her body.  Her body had
already reawakened from her touch into smoldering, intense desire.

   She began lathering soap on her swollen tits, feeling a delicious tingle
of excitement as she stroked her erect, pink nipples.  There was a faint
ache in the back of her mind concerning what she was about to do.

   "Jesus, playing with yourself like a damned kid!"

   But she didn't stop.

   She squatted in the tub.  She could feel the walls of her dilated pussy
secreting a flood of cunt juice.  It seeped from her thick cuntlips and ran
down into her ass crack.

   Her thoughts excited her so much that she couldn't stop.  Her hand found
the softness between her thighs and her fingers slid easily into her wet
cunthole.  She was pumping her clenched fist furiously in and out of her
pussy.

   Her other hand roamed her body, pressing her belly, her hips and her
pulpy cunt mound between her thighs.  She was breathing heavily now and she
could feel her clit swelling and throbbing between her cuntlips.

   Then her fingers were on her clit.  It made her arch her back as if her
cunt were searching for a cock.  She melted.  She thrust her legs wide
apart and her hips began to move frantically as she rubbed her clit in a
circular motion.

   Her hips moved in perfect time to the motion of her fingers in her cunt.
Her pussy juice flowed and flooded her thighs with its stickiness.

   "Oh, God, it's no good," she moaned.  "A cock ...  I need a cock!"

   The feeling of lust coursed through her.  It didn't matter who the cock
belonged to.  She just wanted one inside her cunt, fucking her.  She wanted
to feel the raging orgasm it would give her.  It didn't matter who was
fucking her.  All that mattered was that she had to be fucked!

   "Oh, shit, Gilda, stop it!" she shrieked, trying to bring herself back
to sanity and reason.

   She dried her body and entered the bedroom to dress for the evening.

   God, she thought, I hope I can go through with it!

   Dale dropped Marta off by her car.  She'd parked at the far end of the
company lot, hoping no one woulfl notice its presence.

   "See you around, Dale," she called.  "Maybe we'll try it again
sometime."

   "When?" he demanded.  "Tomorrow?"

   Marta laughed.  "No.  Not tomorrow.  Maybe another day.  I'll be seeing
you."

   She could sense the frustration coursing through him as she walked
casually away.  He wasn't at all bad, she decided.  He would do in an
emergency.  Like today.

   That swung her thoughts back to Gilda Loring . . .  that bitch.  A sneer
curved Marta's full, red lips.  Miss Loring could use something like Dale.
It might do her a world of good.

   The tension in her body had relaxed.  She drove home feeling better
about the day's events.  Later, she'd have to think up a plan to get Gilda
once and for all.

   But for now, the physical calm was enough.  She opened the side windows
at a proper angle.  The air rushing in swept across the front of her dress,
and the sensation pleased her.

   After a while, she thought, maybe I should've made Dale stay around a
while longer, after all.  The twitching in her cunt was starting again.

   She hoped Trixie was home.

   She ran up the front proch steps, opened the door leading into the dark
hall and stepped inside.  She could tell at a glance that Trixie wasn't
there.  No lights were on anywhere in the house.

   She fixed herself a drink and mulled over the problem of Gilda Loring.
Only work was going to satisfy her, and she'd certainly insinuated it was
probably too late to catch up.  Unless Marta did some catching up and home
study on the new filing system.  What a drag!  Especially with all the new
studs there were in the town.

   I'm not going to give up my fucking time for a set of stupid figures,
Marta thought savagely.  Sex is what I live for.  That's what keeps me
going!  There must be a way of solving this problem.

   Now, who could help her?  Marta suddenly thought of Trixie.

   They had been school pals.  In fact, Marta grinned at the reminiscence,
they'd been much more than that.

   Back in the days before they'd tried it with boys, Trixie and Marta had
found, almost by accident, that they could derive great mutual pleasure
from each other.  They had been extremely discreet.  No one knew of the
hours they had spent together in bed.

   Later, when she and Trixie had both lost their virginity to the same
boy, they'd branched off into heterosexual relationships.  Trixie had
remained discreet about her many and varied affairs.  Marta had not.

   Marta chuckled to herself at the thought.  What the hell, why hide the
fact that you loved sex?

   The front door slammed and Trixie bounced into the bedroom.  She
surveyed Marta cooly.  "You got fucked again, didn't you?"

   Marta smiled and nodded.  "His name's Dale Hodges, works over in the
factory.  A real stud . . .  big cock!"

   "Fix me up!" Trixie laughed.

   "Okay.  But now, let's talk.  I've got a problem."

   The girls sat down, the refreshing breeze blowing through the two
windows in the bedroom.  Trixie flopped herself on the padded chair while
Marta sprawled on her bed.  Both girls lit cigarettes, preparing for the
talk session.  Marta started in, giving Trixie a blow by blow description
of her clash with Gilda.

   "If only Gilda were a man," Marta concluded.  "Boy, that'd be no
trouble. A couple of rolls in the sack would straighten everything out just
great!" And then a thought struck her.  "Trixie," she said slowly, "d'you
think she might go for girls?  I mean, I know she's a prude and all that,
but maybe ..."

   "Forget it," Trixie told her shortly.  "Loring may keep it on ice, but
she's straight, all the way.  And, kid, I should know," she giggled.

   "Okay, so Loring's no lesbian," Marta said.  "You have any suggestions?"


   Trixie shook her head.  "Can't think of a thing, unfortunately, except
that you try to do it the hard way, by working extra, or something. 
Efficiency is the one thing that gets through to her, I'm afraid."

   "Oh, hell, there must be some other way!"

   But neither girl could come up with a solution.  Their conversation
turned to other things, mainly men.  Marta gave her a description of her
afternoon fuck with Dale.

   "God," Trixie said, joining Marta on the bed.  "You got me boiling!"

   Their mouths met, their bodies pressing together in the glorious
anticipation of what they both knew was to come.  How can it happen again,
so fast, Marta wondered as the blaze swept over her young body.  Trixie's
mouth searched for her ear, its hunger breathing the words that inflamed
them both with bone jarring sensuality.

   Trixie's hands groped for the brunette's tits, feeling their bursting
nipples through the thin material covering them.  Her fingers reached down
the low neckline, squeezing and playing until Marta felt her excitement
growing to the point where she thought she would scream with the
uncontrollable fire that filled her.  She twisted away to the other side of
the wide bed.

   "God, let's get naked!" she cried.

   Wordlessly, Trixie nodded.  The girls swiftly shed their clothes,
drinking in the sight of each other.  Trixie was softer, rounder in her
contours than Marta, and the brunette noticed the ripeness in her friend,
the curve of her delicious belly, the lushness of her heavy tits, the
creamy smoothness of her lustrous skin.

   Once naked, the two girls lay down on the bed, hugging in the renewed
intimacy they both craved.  Their tongues flashed against each other's
skin, heightening their lust with every touch.  Groans intermingled in the
mounting passion.  Their fingers sought each other's pussies as their
torsos switched and changed positions on the bed.

   Then Trixie was on top.  She lowered her lush, ripe body over her
lover's and her hands began to explore Marta's voluptuous form.

   A hand slid down, down over her flat, tanned belly, and a finger snaked
out to search for and find Marta's honeyed cunthole.

   The finger slid softly and gently into her cunt, and erotic sensations
shot clear through Marta, inflaming her.

   "Make love to me, darling," she breathed to the redhead.  "Make sweet,
beautiful love to me!"

   Trixie leaned across Marta's body, positioning her lush form just under
the other girl's captivated face.  Her finger continued working its magic
inside Marta's clasping, welcoming cunt.

   The delicious finger began a teasing retreat and Marta, with a sudden
feeling of abject horror at losing it, followed it blindly, plaintively,
her eyes popping open once more and displaying bitter fear.

   But then, waiting beautifully and temptingly just inches away, was
Trixie's entire body of curves and softness, like a feast laid out and
prepared for her, beckoning her to take her fill.

   The sight was hypnotic.  And then Trixie was bending her head nearer,
and all she became aware of was the penetrating enticement of full tits
with firm nipples, the silky plane of writhing belly flaring out of lush,
smooth hips and thighs.  Marta could not tear her eyes away.

   Expert fingers now found the nape of her neck and toyed about her
hairline.  The soft scented palm of another hand played around her cheeks
and drifted tantalizingly across her parted lips.  Marta became lost in
desire.

   With a little cry, she dove into this world of luscious flesh and let
her mouth go wild.  She heard a moan of total lust from above, and
immediately the body her lips were dancing over began bucking and
thrashing. Her arms went under it and grappled to hold it closer.  Her
brain turned to fire, her kisses ran rampant.  She abandoned herself to
total desire.

   The moaning woman in her arms bounced and jerked and tensed and
strained. She had a difficult time cradling her.  The shrills of excitement
which reached her ears added fuel to the flames of her hunger.  Fluttering
hands rubbed at her neck and the back of her head, pushing and pulling in
gasping manipulation.  The world of delicious curves and flesh bucked and
swirled, slapped and tormented, fed and denied.

   Marta thought she would go completely insane with happiness.

   Then Trixie cried out in thrilling anguish.  "I'm there, darling ... 
I'm bubbling clear over the top!  I'M COMING!"

   Her body jerked to a soaring climax.  Then it softened and turned lax in
Marta's arms.

   "Roll over, honey," Trixie said at last.  "I'll get my dildo and fuck
you with it!"

   CHAPTER FOUR

   Chad Cocklin was forty, looked thirty, and lived well on his hard earned
money.  To Chad, Gilda Loring was as much a challenge as a woman as she was
a perfectionist as an employee. .

   In the car on the way to the restaurant, their talk turned to the
office. Gilda didn't know why, but suddenly she brought the talk around to
Marta Fenton.

   "Lovely girl," Chad said.

   Gilda thought differently.  "She's like all girls her age.  They're all
so cheap, so vulgar in their behavior," she went on.  "No one in that age
bracket seems to care about decency any more.  I know I come from a
different generation, but sometimes I think they come from another world!
Their language, even their actions are shocking!  Why, the other day, I
heard one of the office boys tell Marta ..."

   Gilda stopped short.  What on earth had made her mention Marta's name?
She didn't want to go any further with the conversation, so she tried to
close it.  "Oh, well, what's the use?  That girl is nothing but a cheap
little tramp."

   Chad immediately protested.  "I wouldn't say that, Gilda.  It's not like
you.  And, besides," he added with a wicked grin, "a girl whose figure and
face are that fabulous should be allowed a couple of mistakes here and
there."

   The subject was dropped.

   The restaurant was conducive to romance.  Music throbbed through Gilda
the moment she arrived, alerting her senses to the sensuality of dancing.
Chad ordered drinks and then asked her to dance.

   The first number was awkward.  When the second started, Gilda decided to
relax and dive in.  After her years of being a cold fish, she figured she
would have to let Chad know she was finally ready.

   She moved like a cat into his arms, molding her softly curved body to
the contours of his own.  Her firm tits caressed him just below his chest
where her head rested.  Her thighs pressed against his, then opened,
allowing his leg to divide them and draw her even closer with each step.

   Chad could feel her pussy mound pressed against his thigh.  After just a
few minutes of such agitation, he knew that she could feel him, too.  But
she didn't pull away.  In fact, he felt her press closer.  Her hips began a
slow rotation with each step and he could feel her breath on his chest
becoming slightly faster.  Her arms grasped his strong shoulders tightly
and, pressing her head hard against his chest, she sucked in a long breath
of air.

   "This isn't like you," he sighed.

   "No," she replied.  "This is the new Gilda Loring."

   She'd let her hand slide down his side and to his crotch, to close over
his erect cock.  Her head came off his chest, and still maintaining contact
with the rest of her body, she looked into his now flushed face.  Her lips
parted slightly, eager for his kiss.

   This is wild!  Chad thought.  This broad is absolutely wild!  But he
didn't pull away.  Her hand was running up and down his cock and she was
mesmerizing him.

   Ohhhhh, nice, Gilda thought.  Her hand closed tighter around his prick.
Good God, he's huge!  His prick is as big as my arm!  He's a regular bull
stud!

   She joined her other hand to the first and went on working his prick as
it throbbed through his trousers.

   Gilda couldn't remember ever having been so excited, even with Tom. 
Just feeling him against her had done it.  But, God, the size of him!  He'd
kill her!  Kill her or satisfy her, and she'd take that chance.  She was
ready.  More ready than she had ever been.  She could almost feel his cock
in her cunt now as she massaged his hard-on firmly back and forth.

   "Chad, kiss me!  Now!"

   His lips came down, crushing hers, her full mouth hungrily locking on
his.  Her tongue darted out, forcing an entry.

   "God," he moaned when the dance ended, "let's get the hell out of here."


   Wordlessly, she complied, knowing where everything was leading.  They
went silently to the car and drove to Chad's place.  Gilda sat very close
to him on the ride, but neither of them said more than a half dozen words.
The understanding between them was too close, too intense to be put into
words.

   Chad lived in a building that was a complex of garden apartments.  His
front door, covered by a small balcony, slid noiselessy open as he turned
the key.  His arms closed protectively around Gilda.  She hesitated for a
brief instant, then stepped into his home, sure of her choice of action,
fully aware of herself as a woman.  Her lust swelled within her, the
passionate desire pounding through her body.  And she knew, by unspoken
instinct, that Chad was responding, demanding her, wanting her . . .  as
she desperately wished to be wanted and desired.

   Then, with a swift movement that took her completely by surprise, he
lifted her into his arms and carried her through the doorway at the far end
of the living room.

   The outline of a double bed could be seen in the dim light.  Gilda sank
down into the bed's softness as Chad placed her tenderly on it.  For a
brief instant, their eyes locked on each other, inflaming their mutual
hunger.  The weight of his body crushed her.  She closed her eyes.  His
mouth covered hers, forcing her lips apart.  She yielded, feeling his hot
tongue probing.

   His hands sought her trembling tits, his fingers caressing the silken,
milk white skin.  His mouth left hers and traveled downwards, desire buring
the slender line of her neck and the lush swell of her tits.

   "Your dress," he muttered.  He pulled it gently down.  He found and
undid the clasp holding her bra.  With a brief movement, the dress was
pushed toward her waist, revealing the fullness of her rounded torso in the
low light of the room.

   "Gilda, you're beautiful . . .  you're wonderful ..."

   His words breathed scorching fire against her skin, ceasing as his lips
found her nipples.  Gilda gasped with the fever of the contact, lust
welling up like a crazed fountain.

   "There are too many damn clothes between us!" Chad's voice was harsh
with desire.  Quickly he ripped at his clothes and then helped Gilda slide
out of the few garments that remained.

   She moaned and snuggled closer to him, rubbing the palm of her hand
lightly over his twitching cock.  A sigh of pleasure bubbled from his lips
as he stared down at her nails and the path they traced over his prick.  He
spread his legs to allow her access.  Gilda smiled, a surge of wild desire
rippling through her mind.

   "Oh, baby," he whispered, "you're driving me crazy!"

   "Want me to stop?" she breathed.

   "No!" he groaned, struggling to keep control.

   "Don't worry, I won't."

   His flesh was hot and his prick hungrily wanted her magic touch.  It
jumped convulsively when she stroked its bulbous cock head with her
fingertip.

   Gilda couldn't believe she was doing such a wanton thing ...  it was so
unlike her.  Or was it?  Deep down she knew that this was what she wanted a
cock.

   "Darling, I don't want to hold back any more," she moaned.

   "Jesus, neither do I," Chad cried, as she kissed the head of his cock.

   Gilda was hot.  She was burning up.  The drinks, the smooth, slow
caresses on the dance floor, the excitement of touching Chad's cock had
done their job.  Never had she felt such an overwhelming need.  Never had
the fires of desire licked so relentlessly at her cunt.

   With a whimper she came into his arms, feeling his cock slip between her
thighs, allowing her to push closer.

   His lips were everywhere ...  her tits, her throat, then his tongue was
pecking at her mouth for entry.

   "Oh, baby!" Chad groaned, parting her lips and driving his tongue deep.

   Now!  Gilda thought.  Now it will happen.  Now I'll let it happen.  I
need it so badly!

   Brad was on her then, between her thighs.  She felt the hugeness of his
prick and again her stomach churned, but this time in fear.  God, can I
take it?  He'll split me wide open.  Panic spread over her just as he began
to shove his cock in.

   "Oh, Chad, please ...  no, I can't!  You'll kill me!"

   He pulled back.  "I'm sorry baby ...  I thought you really wanted it."

   "Oh, I do, Chad, I do!  Can't you see that?"

   "Then just relax.  Really, it won't hurt much."

   She reached out and grasped his big cock.  "God, I want it so bad, but
it's gonna kill me!"

   "Just relax, baby . . .  we'll take it slow."

   He bent his head and covered her mouth with his.  Gilda opened her lips
eagerly to accept his probing tongue.  Their tongues met and tasted one
another, exchanging their mutual saliva in a blazing, passionate kiss.

   His hands caressed her soft round tits in earnest as his eager tongue
probed in and out of her mouth.

   She wrapped her hands in his hair, kissing him even more passionately.
"I want you, Chad, I want your cock in me ...  I want you to fuck me!"

   "Soon, baby, soon.  I want you good and hot first."

   He began to stroke her tits more urgently with his palms, rolling his
hands around the soft, smooth mounds, bringing them up to massage the
hardened nipples.  Then he took the taut red tips between thumb and
forefinger and tweaked them into greater rigidity.  Gilda moaned loudly at
his caresses and she could feel hot pussy juice seeping from between the
lips of her cunt.

   She felt the full length of the big cock throb against her thigh.  Chad
gently but firmly began forcing her legs apart with the head of his great
prick, and she felt it trembling there like a wedge trying to part her
cuntlips.

   He left his big cock just where it was, throbbing teasingly at the lips
of her pussy, and clutched both her giant tits, squeezing them almost
painfully, lowering his head and planting hot kisses on the succulent
nipples.

   "Are you ready?" he rasped, his voice almost breaking with pent up
passion.

   "Yes!" Gilda cried.  "Oh, God, I'm ready . . .  ready to feel your big,
beautiful cock inside me!"

   She started writhing beneath him, trying to get the wet furrow of her
cunt close to his hard prick.  She was loving what he was doing to her
tits, the sensations spreading down the length of her body to her seeping
pussy.

   He squeezed the huge melons of her tits together, pressing against their
full outer sides.  Then his tongue licked between the silky globes, into
the deep valley between them.

   Gilda was going crazy.  She asked, then begged, then demanded that he
hurry and put his big cock up into her cunt.

   He continued teasing her.

   "Oh, Chad, please!" she finally wailed, her body writhing uncontrollably
beneath him, trying to capture his throbbing cock between her thighs. 
"Please, I can't wait another second!  I can't stand it!"

   Grasping his giant cock in one hand, he maneuvered the throbbing head to
the entrance of her cunt.  Slowly, slowly, his prick began to find its way
into the wet, juicy hole of her cunt.  Gilda was ready this time.  Instead
of shying away from his huge cock, she lurched upward and impaled herself
on half his prick.

   "OHHHHHH, YESSSSS!" she wailed, the incredible sensation of his giant
cock filling her cunt driving her wild with lust.  "Oh, let me on top,
Chad," she moaned.  "I want to control it, to see it going into me!"

   He pulled out and rolled beneath her until she was straddling him.  He
lifted her high above him, turning her, and brought her down until the
delicate tip of his steel hard cock again touched her moist pussy.

   "Say you want it, baby," he moaned, his eyes shining with pleasure.

   "Give it to me!" she shrieked.

   And he lunged upward with his hips, driving her down at the same time,
impaling his cock in the soft wetness of her pussy.  He began lifting her,
then bringing her back down, each time pushing his cock up into her taut,
begging cunt.

   Gilda could feel his cock grow, get stronger, each time he lowered her
down close to him.

   She reached down to touch his prick where her cunt had not met him.  She
gasped, feeling herself wide open to greet him.

   "You want more, baby?" he said.  "I got lots more down there for you!"
His powerful arms lifted her higher now, bringing her down hard on his
giant prick.

   "All of it!" she shrieked.  "All of it, now!"

   He let her fall to engulf his hot cock, then lifted her again, repeating
the motion faster and faster.

   Gilda felt as though she would die from the tremendous force searing
through her guts, yet she knew she wanted more.  She wriggled her ass as he
pulled her down on his cock.  He was groaning with pleasure.  She lifted
and pressed down as he pulled her.  He pushed his hot prick against her
cunt hole with relentless abandon.  Over and over she felt that she could
take no more, than his thick cock would ram into her womb, and each time
her cunt sucked all of his surging cock inside it, each time she wanted
more.

   His big body was wet with sweat.  Gilda rubbed her hands over his damp
chest as she humped him, then put her fingers to her mouth to taste him. 
She rode him now, her inner walls holding him tight withing her cunt.

   She worked over his mountainous prick until she, too, was covered with
sweat.

   "You're some fuck, baby," he rasped.  "You got some sweet wet pussy! 
Fuck it, baby!"

   Gilda could not speak.  She groaned and gasped as she felt his prick ram
into her, slide out, and screw through her cunt.  But she was beginning to
tire.  He sensed this, and with a swift movement, he was on top of her.  He
drove his cock home, wriggling it around in her cunt.  Her body jerked
convulsively and trembled as he fucked her.

   "I'm gonna shoot my cum, honey!" he suddenly gasped.  His giant cock
twitched and jerked inside her tight cunt hole, then burst with liquid,
shooting his cum into her fiery pussy.

   Gilda came as he did, thrown into a new frenzy by his hot, liquid jism.

   He came for minutes.  His cum filled her and covered her thighs.  She
shook and quivered beneath his huge, sighing body.

   Then he rolled over and held his spewing cock in his hands before him.
Gilda followed it, grabbed it with her lips and swallowed his cum.  She
sucked in his last drops hungrily.

   She sucked until his cock was hard again.

   As easily as if she were a feather, Chad flipped her over.  Suddenly she
felt his finger rubbing from her cunt to her asshole.  She caught her
breath and twisted around, then moaned in shock when she realized what he
was going to do.

   "Oh, no!  No, God, no!  Not my ass!  You're too big!  NOT MY ASS!"

   She felt his arms lock again like a vise around her waist.  She groaned
again, this time from the pressure, as his finger moved all the way in to
the knuckle.  She sucked in and held her breath as he began fucking it back
and forth in her butthole.

   "Please . . .  no," Gilda chanted, but then cried, "Aaaahhhh!" as a
second finger joined the first.

   The pressure in her asshole was intense.  She splayed her legs to avoid
the pain, but this only brought a third finger into play, all of them now
making ever widening circles as her asshole was expanded.

   Finally satisfied, Chad climbed on top of the bed.  He peeled her soft,
yielding ass cheeks back with his thumbs and then leaned forward to drool a
large drop of saliva into the smooth white crevice of her ass.

   He moved up between her legs and clamped his hands on her hips.  Then he
pressed forward with his cock.  The head of his prick slipped easily into
her already stretched asshole, and he kept right on fucking it in until all
of a sudden his balls slapped softly down against her cunt.

   "AAAGGGHHHHHH!" Gilda screamed.  "Oh, God, you're killing meeeee!"

   She felt as though someone had shoved a pipe filled with hot lead into
her belly.  Her asshole was filled to bursting.  The pain was unbearable.
More than anyone could stand.  She felt herself slipping into darkness just
as his hot cum shot up her ass.

   He pulled out of her and moved up over her body.  "Suck it one more
time, Gilda!  I think I can get hard again!"

   "No!  No, you beast!" she shrieked, rolling from the bed and searching
for her clothes.  "Take me home!  Take me home now, you pig!"

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Gilda closed the top drawer of her desk and began preparing to leave the
office for the day.  Carefully, she went through the report she had just
received from Marta Fenton.  The girl's work had improved.

   What had come over her?  Gilda wondered.  Had her threat to the girl
really had an effect?  The results were definitely beginning to show in her
work, there was no denying that.  Also, Marta's appearance seemed to have
changed.

   That day Gilda had seen her in the cafeteria, and her attire had been
more subdued than before.  Her neckline showed no cleavage at all.  Also,
the girl's skirt hadn't been as tight as usual.  The firm curves of her
round ass hadn't been straining against the material, for a change.

   Just then there was a light rap on Gilda's door and Marta's dark head
popped through.  "Could I speak to you for a moment, Miss Loring?"

   "Of course," Gilda replied.  "Come on in, Marta."

   The girl approached the desk.  "There's something I'd like to ask you. I
know it's a lot to ask of you, but would you help me?"

   "I'll do whatever I can," came the reply.

   "Well, I thought maybe you'd help me learn the new filing system.  Show
me some pointers.  And maybe you have books on the subject, or something
that I could look over." Her voice trailed off and she looked anxiously at
Gilda.  Her dark eyes were soft and pleading.

   For some reason, Gilda felt uncomfortable.  Even in the rather floppy
blouse, Marta's huge tits were obvious.  Gilda tore her eyes away from the
girl's chest and back up to her face.

   "Well, I have several books on the subject at home, Marta.  You can
borrow them if you like."

   "Oh, good!" the brunette replied.  "Could I pick them up tonight?" Say,
around eight?"

   Gilda was a little shocked at the girl's suggestion, but found herself
agreeing.  It wouldn't have done any good to disagree, anyway.  Marta was
already out the door.

   And then something hit Gilda like a cold blast of air.  She suddenly
realized that she felt desire for this young dark haired beauty.

   She let her thoughts drift back to the women friends she'd had throught
the years.  Nothing had ever happened with any of them, really, but there
had been a strange incident once with a tall, redheaded art teacher in
college.

   But, no, Gilda told herself, this couldn't be happening with this young
girl, Marta Fenton.  Never!

   Marta bounced down the steps and across the walk to the automobile at
the curb.  Dale Hodges grinned at her as she slid into the front seat, his
mouth curved into a leering smile.

   "You okay?" he asked, his leer broadening as she moved close to him, her
skirt hiked up above her knees.

   "I'm fine, lover, just fine!" Marta smiled to herself.  She recognized
the importance of the looks Gilda Loring had given her just now in the
office.  She knew she was going to get her in bed, that night.

   But in the meantime, there was Dale.

   The anticipation made her pussy juice.

   "Let's go!" she said, teasingly sliding back to the passenger side of
the car.

   "Hey, what's with you?" Dale asked.

   "Just cooling off, waiting for the real stuff to start!" She chuckled.

   "You get back here!" Keeping one hand on the wheel, he reached out and
grabbed for her, missing her by a fraction of an inch.  On the second try,
he had her arm.  Laughing, she drew closer again.

   "Are you hot, lover?  Are you ready?" she teased.

   "Sure, I'm ready, you little bitch.  I'm always ready!" he growled.

   "Good.  Then goose this thing!  My pussy's burnin' up!"

   Dale tromped the accelerator, and twenty minutes later they pulled up in
front of Marta's and Trixie's apartment house.

   "C'mon, baby," Dale hissed.  "I can't wait to get in your britches!"

   Marta followed him into the apartment house, thinking her own private
thoughts.  Dale had a surprise coming that afternoon, in more ways than
one. He didn't know that Trixie Morgan was already up in the apartment,
waiting for them.

   Marta's tits swelled as she thought of the three way game they were
about to play.  It wouldn't be the first time she and Trixie had fucked the
same guy at the same time, and thoughts that they were going to do it again
sent hot darts of lust down to her belly.

   She'd told Trixie that afternoon that she was going to have a session
with Dale.  The little redhead had insisted that she be included.

   In the apartment, Dale started to fix them drinks as Marta walked into
the bedroom.  She opened the door and saw Trixie sitting on the edge of the
bed.

   "Hi, babe," the redhead whispered.  She had already taken off her
clothes, and was sitting with a bath towel wrapped around her.

   Marta felt the excitement growing inside her as she saw her friend's
full tits above the towel.  The heavy line of her ass cheeks pressed
against the edge of the bed.  This was going to be great, the greatest!

   Marta went to the bathroom and peeled off her dress.  She took off her
bra and panties, grabbed a towel off the rail and hitched it over her ample
tits.  Returning to the bedroom, she | sat down beside Trixie, letting her
hand rest on her girlfriend's knee.

   "He's sure gonna be surprised at our twin act!" she murmured.  "He
should be coming in any minute now."

   Trixie leaned toward her and let her moist lips touch the brunette's
ear.

   Then the door to the bedroom opened, and Dale Hodges stood there, doing
a double take.

   "Hey, what is this?" he exclaimed, his glance darting from Marta's
beautiful body to the unexpectd sight of Trixie.

   "Just a little surprise." Marta grinned, her dark eyes wide with
pretended innocence.  "You know what they say ...  ?"

   "No, what do they say?" Dale laughed.

   "If one's good, two's better!" Trixie chirped.

   "Suits me just fine," Dale said.  "You're Trixie Morgan, aren't you? 
I've seen you around the plant a few times." His eyes devoured Trixie
appreciatively.  The point of his tongue slithered across his lower lip
suggestively as he looked over the huge swells of her tits above the towel.
"I'm Dale Hodges."

   "Yeah, I know," Trixie drawled, her eyes glued to the bulge in the front
of his pants.  "Are we gonna sit here makin' formal introductions, or are
we gonna fuck, honey?"

   "Oh, baby, just you wait and see!" Dale laughed.

   "We don't wanna wait," Marta murmured.  "Are you gonna keep those damn
clothes on forever?"

   In a moment Dale had stripped.  He stood in front of the two beautiful
young girls and plunged his hands down across their tits.  Then, with a
swift movement, he yanked the towels they had draped around themselves away
from their bodies.  He flung the towels to the floor, and stood gazing in
rapture at the gorgeous twin bodies before him.

   "Fuck her first," Trixie panted.  "Fuck Marta first, so I can watch. 
God, I get hot when I see two other people gettin' it on!"

   Dale didn't need a second invitation.  He dropped to his knees on the
bed, and Marta's teeth immediately sank into his bulging thighs.  He
cradled her silky black hair as her moving lips closed over his throbbing
prick.  Her tongue rasped against his tender flesh, sending prickly
sensations through his body.  Her hot mouth sucked and became impaled on
his stiff cock.  Her tongue worked up and down over his pulsing shaft,
prodding the tiny opening of his cockhead.

   "Jesus, you're good," Dale growled, already forgetting that there was a
third person watching them.

   "I love sex and I love cock," Marta mumbled.  "I love it all!"

   He rolled her over and straddled her beautiful face.  His swollen prick
never left her mouth.  He leaned forward on all fours and looked down
lustfully as he pumped himself in and out of Marta's sucking mouth.

   Her wet lips worked diligently, squirming over his cock.  Dale watched
as he drew his prick in and out, slowly, feeling the velvety rasp of her
tongue, lips, the insides of her cheeks, the hot saliva washing over his
cock.

   "Gotta fuck now," he suddenly panted.  "Gotta fuck your pussy now!"

   He rolled away, but Marta's mouth wouldn't let go.  Behind him, he felt
Trixie's hands and fingers searching for his crotch, groping to find his
balls.  She tickled him, her tongue searching for the hardness that was
filling her friend's mouth.  Marta bit his sensitive prick and felt it grow
to its full rock hardness in her cock hungry throat.

   He lay back, relaxed, and allowed her to work his cock with her greedy
tongue, sucking, biting, teasing the head of his prick.  He fondled her
tits, feeling the hard nipples under his hand and the touch of her tanned
flesh sent shivers through his body.

   In spite of himself, his prick grew to new proportions in her mouth.  It
touched the inner, wet flesh of her lips as the insistent tip of her tongue
rolled up and down his cock.  Her mouth smacked loudly as she released him
finally, and Dale closed his eyes, feeling her climb over his stomach and
fumble with his stiff cock.

   "I'm going to fuck you now, lover," Marta moaned.  "I'm going to swallow
this beautiful hunk of cock with my cunt!"

   Dale felt a wild pressure as she forced her tight cunt over his bulging
prick.  She slid over him, pushing down hard, and pain shot through his
thighs and groin.  She forced herself onto him, and he was suddenly lost in
the tight meat of her sweet cuntlips.

   "Jesus Christ, you're tight!"

   "Not really, lover," she moaned.  "I'm squeezing, that's all.  Here we
go!"

   Her weight gyrated over him, twisting as she threw herself in a wild,
circular motion.  Her dark hair fanned out around her.  Her big tits swayed
and jiggled delightfully in front of his eyes, and she fell on his chest,
her breath quickening, coming in short, heavy gasps.  Her body tensed.

   Then, suddenly, he felt her cunt contracting wildly over his cock.

   "I'm coming!" she hissed.  "I'm coming so nice and gentle!  You can come
now if you want to!"

   "I will," Dale moaned, pumping gently up into her.  "Soon."

   Marta covered him with her warm, soft flesh.  She pressed her huge tits
against him and kissed his mouth.  Her mouth was thick and hot, moist and
vibrating.

   "Now, now," Dale groaned.  "Move . . .  now!"

   She moved rhythmically, sliding her cunt down over his aching prick.  He
felt her hot pussy bearing down on his cock.  She had him all the way in
now and she tightened her thighs against his sides and pumped furiously, up
and down.

   Dale felt his nerves being drawn out each time she raised her ass.  He
had never felt anything like it in his life-her cunt was like a mouth,
alive and sucking against his rigid cock each time she raised herself.  Her
cunt lips squeezed tight when she lowered her weight, and he gripped her
shoulders.  He looked up into her smiling face and pressed his mouth
against her tits.  She cupped one stiff nipple and guided it into his
waiting mouth.

   Dale bit down.  Her cunt slipped and sucked over him, pulling at his
flesh, rolling over his rigid cock, and the heat seeped into him as her
belly slapped against him.

   It wasn't long before her sucking, squeezing cunt began drawing his
throbbing prick to a climax, and he thrust himself upward and fought wildly
to hold back as long as possible.

   "Coming . . .  don't want to . . ." Dale hissed, flipping her over
quickly and pulling his cock from her cunt.  "Don't wanna come so fast . .
. wanna eat you a little first!"

   "Yeah, eat it, eat my cunt!" Marta gasped.  "Eat it!"

   By the side of the bed, Trixie was almost ready to cream on herself. 
She had made a claw of her right hand and was now shoving it in and out of
her pussylips.  She moaned loudly when she saw Dale's huge cock being
pulled from her friend's cunt.  She wanted to grab it and suck it herself
right then.  But she was having too much fun just watching these two.

   Marta was lying back, arms outspread, her eyes closed and a dreamy smile
on her face.  She winced as Dale took a nipple between his teeth and bit
down gently.  His hands moved over her body, pinching her soft, pink skin.
Then he groped under her and cupped her firm ass cheeks, pressing and
squeezing them together.  She arched upward, allowing his hot hands to find
her burning, aching cunt.  His finger trailed down the furrow of her ass,
tickled her tense muscle and buried itself in the creamy smoothness of her
cunt.

   Trixie was breathing heavily as she watched the two on the bed.  She
shuddered as she looked at Marta's big, heavy tits swelling until the taut
nipples jiggled each time she moved.  She felt her own tits swelling, her
thighs filling with hot blood.  She fucked her cuntlips, felt the velvety
softness clinging to her fingertips.

   The two of them drew her like a magnet.  Passion and the sight of Dale's
mouth now clamped on Marta's cunt made Trixie's tits a full cup size larger
as they leapt from her chest.  She groaned and moved toward the bed.

   Through her lust glazed eyes, Marta saw her and smiled.  Trixie climbed
onto the bed.  Dale didn't notice.  His tongue fucked Marta's sweet cunt
and his mouth made sucking, slurping sounds as he swallowed her hot pussy
juices from her delectable hole.

   It was obvious to Trixie that he was reveling in the salty musk of the
brunette's cunt.

   She bent her head over Marta and kissed her.  The brunette opened her
eyes, looked dreamily at the redhead, then closed them again.  Trixie
kissed her hard this time, forcing the girl's mouth open and sliding her
hot tongue in, teasing the tender inside of her lips.  Marta tasted sweet
and hot, and Trixie felt her own cunt burning with need and desire.  She
straddled the girl's chest and settled easily on top of her.

   Dale was completely buried in Marta's cunt and his hard tongue darted in
and out, exploring the soft, pink lips as his teeth found her firm clit and
teased it.

   Marta squirmed under Trixie's weight and the redhead lifted, maneuvering
slightly until she was positioned directly over the other girl's huge tits.
Then she lowered her cunt onto the stiffened nipples until her curly cunt
hair touched flesh.  Then she gyrated, rubbing Marta's tits with the silky
wetness of her pussy.

   Trixie floated on the two tits, feeling the hard nipples tease her
slippery cunt, and she pushed down harder, trying to get the tiny swells
into her, between her cunt lips.  Marta moaned when her hot pussy covered
her tits, and Dale worked quickly, tantalizing her clit.  It stiffened and
peeked from between her burning pussy lips.  She sighed when she felt the
sharp tip of his tongue dart into her again.

   Trixie was moaning loudly as she ground her cunt onto her roommate's
flushed, swollen tits.  She leaned forward, trying to kiss the beautiful
young girl, but Marta was immovable and Trixie couldn't reach her lips. 
She slid off the brunette's tits and slid her arms around her neck, kissing
her lips roughly, biting the tender skin.  Marta's tongue lashed out into
Trixie's hot mouth.

   The redhead grabbed her tits, rubbed them frantically and groaned into
Marta's mouth.

   Dale pulled his head from between Marta's thighs.  "What the fuck ...?

   "It's okay, lover," Marta sighed.  "You can fuck me while Trixie and I
eat each other!"

   "Jesus, I don't believe it," the young man gasped.

   "I might as well tell you now," Marta said, pulling Trixie's dreamy face
down to her tits.  "This is the way I am.  When I start, I can't stop.  I
don't want to stop."

   "Me, too!" Trixie gurgled around the tit in her mouth.

   The two females twisted around on the bed until Trixie was on the
bottom, eating Marta's pussy with a wild fury.  At the same time, the
brunette dipped her head between Trixie's thighs and drove her tongue into
Trixie's red haired cunt.

   Dale gasped.  He'd never seen anything so wildly erotic in his life. 
Marta's ass crack and cunt slit made a smooth dark line right down to
Trixie's face, and the redhead was working her nose, her lips and her
tongue crazily into Marta's gaping cunt hole.

   Just above Trixie's face, he could see the brunette's asshole winking at
him, beckoning him.

   He grinned and got up behind the two girls.  Marta had spread the cheeks
of her ass as she hunched against Trixie.  He grabbed his thick cock in his
hand, inched across the bed and pushed the puffed head against the tiny
hole.  It resisted his pressure and angered him as he watched the two
females rubbing each other's bodies, sighing and moaning.

   He pushed with all his strength, and the head of his prick slid into
Marta's succulent ass.  She flinched and wiggled.  Dale, realizing that she
was trying to help, pressed his thick cock hard into her asshole and
gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet him.

   She resisted, held tight around Trixie's waist, and Dale released his
grip.  He reached under and grasped Trixie's ass.  He pulled her and Marta
forward as hard as he could, feeling his prick inch into Marta's tight ass.
She raised her head and cried out but he didn't stop, pushing harder each
time she cried out.  In spite of her cries, she squirmed, feeling his prick
bore up into her asshole as she pounded her cunt against Trixie's face.

   Dale felt himself slide all the way in now.  He drew his throbbing cock
out, twisted down and sideways, then rammed into her butt as hard as he
could.  He crushed her round, white ass cheeks, and Marta's cunt slid
harder against Trixie's face each time his weight drove his thick cock into
her ass.  It hurt but she didn't care, because each time he rammed into her
ass, her clit rubbed against Trixie's mouth.

   Trixie was gasping for air underneath the weight, but she was content to
feel Marta's lush tits rubbing against her belly and her small, hard clit
rasping between her eager, throbbing lips.  She lay still and breathed
heavily, a dreamy smile smeared across her face.

   Dale was pumping as hard as he could, pounding Marta's defenseless ass,
his prick sliding in and out of her ass channel with rapid strokes.  He
felt himself stiffening, the blood boiling up in his balls, gushing through
his cock.  It was wonderful and he felt every drop as it boiled, raged
through his swollen prick.  And then it was there, the cum washing over the
inside of Marta's asshole, soothing both his sore cock and her ruptured
butthole.

   He lay on top of her for a while, the steady rhythm calming his tense
body, and suddenly both girls cried out.  They screeched through their
violent comes, their breath coming in short gasps, and then he felt Marta
go limp beneath him.

   He got up from the bed and left the two beautiful females in each
other's arms.

   He sat in a chair and absently watched them suck each other's cunts. 
His cum was running like a river out of Marta's taut asshole.  It streamed
down across her pussy and spread out all over Trixie's face.

   The redhead didn't seem to mind.  In fact, from the look of bliss on her
face, Dale was pretty sure she enjoyed it.

   He started pumping his cock back to life and broadened his grin.

   The girls finished and rolled away from each other.

   "Oh, my God, look at the time!  I've got to go!" Marta cried, jumping up
and running into the bathroom.

   Trixie remained on the bed, lying on her back, her thumbs pulling her
cunt lips wide apart.  She smiled at Dale.

   "My turn now, baby?" she grinned.  "Ream my little redhaired pussy good
with that big cock of yours!"

   Dale didn't know where the hell Marta had to go, but at that moment,
with Trixie's beautiful cunt staring him in the face, he didn't care.  He
moved across to the bed and covered her body with his.

   He found the syrupy heat of her cunt hole with the head of his cock and
rammed it, balls deep, into her.

   "OH, GOD, GOOOD!" he bellowed.  "GOOD FUCKIN' PUSSY!"

   "Yes, baby, yes.  Ohhhhhh, fuck me!" Trixie echoed.  "FUCK ME HARD!"

   As always, when a cock reached the very depths of her cunt, something
snapped inside Trixie.  She was wrenched by the spasm of her quivering
come. She mewled her delight and it tapered to a lingering moan.  Her legs
curled tightly around Dale's waist.  He fucked rhythmically into her.  She
responded with slow heaves, her cunt flesh surging hotly over his probing
cock.

   "Oh, shit, I love cock!  I'm so full!  My pussy's so full of your prick,
I feel as though I could bust wide open coming!"

   When she came she got even wilder.  Her clit was grinding on the upper
ridge of his prick.  Her pussy was warm inside . . .  hot, warm, scalding,
wet.  Dale knew he couldn't hold it much longer.  He didn't want to.

   "I ...  I think, I . . ."

   "Nooo, baby not yet!" she pleaded.  "Please, not yet!"

   His fingers moved to her legs, dug into her flanks.  He sensed the start
of his orgasm and he didn't try to hold off any longer.

   "I'M COMMMINNNNG!"

   "SHHEEEIIIIIT!"

   His prick made wet, sluicing sounds in her sopping pussy and then he
came.  Jets of hot cum rocketed from the end of his prick and he felt her
come start again.

   Trixie screamed as she began to come again.

   When the flowing tide of cum had totally ebbed from his balls, through
his cockhead and into her pussy, he pulled his cock from her cunt with a
plopping sound and rolled to her side.

   "Oh, shit, you fuck good, Dale, honey," she cooed, still rubbing her
huge tits to prolong her orgasm.

   "I got one good fuck left in me, if you wanna get it up again," Dale
smiled.

   Trixie was lowering her mouth over his deflating cock as the shower went
off in the bathroom.

   Marta stepped from the shower, quickly dried her body, and used perfume
in all the strategic places-the crack of her ass, her pussy fur, and
between her huge tits.  Then, quickly, she dressed and re entered the
bedroom.

   Trixie and Dale were wildly sixty nining, and she was almost tempted to
join them for just one more quickie.  But then she smiled.  She was going
to get a lot more than a quickie before long-from Gilda Loring.

   CHAPTER SIX

   Gilda showered and stood naked in the middle of the room.  Her hair,
still slightly damp, hung down past her shoulders.  She turned and looked
at herself in the full length mirror on the wall.

   There was no doubt about it.  She had a nice body.  Mature, of course,
but ripe.  There were no marks or blemishes anywhere.  Not half bad, she
thought as she grinned at her reflection.

   On an impulse, she walked over to the bureau and opened the drawer that
housed her set of black underwear, the lacy, frilly set she'd bought some
time before on a trip to the city.  Slowly, she drew the pieces of the set
out of the drawer-the negligee, the nightie, the bikini panties, the wisp
of bra.

   The transparent folds slithered through her fingers.  What if I met
Marta at the door wearing these?  she thought.  No, no, keep those thoughts
out of your mind, Gilda Loring!

   She twisted slowly in the bedroom's indirect light, surveying her image
once again.  Her blonde hair lay in gleaming contrast against her tanned
shoulders.  He tits were full and firm, and they pointed right out at the
mirror, like fleshy mountains topped with the little red towers of her
puckered nipples.  She wondered how much longer her tits would keep their
buoyancy, how long before they would begin to sag.  At least then she would
be able to walk down the street without attracting the lecherous gaze of
every male within half a block.  It would almost be a relief when her body
aged to the point where her attractiveness began to dim.

   And then people like Chad Cocklin wouldn't want to inflict pain upon her
by fucking her in the ass!  God, had that been a mistake!

   She moved her hands lightly across her taut, flat tummy, then slowly
inched her fingertips under the elastic of her panties.  She rolled her
panties slowly down her smooth legs and kicked them away.

   Her hair fell around her shoulders, the fringes reaching all the way to
her nipples, brushing across them and causing her tits to ache slightly.

   She shouldn't do what she was going to do, she told herself.  She
shouldn't play with herself.  It was a childish thing to do.

   But her hands inched lower.  She fluffed out the little patch of soft
hair between her legs, burrowed through it with one slim finger and parted
her musky pussy.  Then she turned from the mirror and fell across the bed,
spreading her legs widely.

   She abandoned herself to her shameless fingers, parting her slender
thighs as widely as she could, moving her firm, rounded hips in little
circular thrusts.

   Her eyes were closed.  Her finger was worming its way up into her
honeyed pussy.  She pinched her little clit expertly and rolled it around,
evoking a sharp gasp.

   It felt so good, and she needed the release so badly that she ached.

   She ground her ass faster against the cool sheets, moving her fingers
quickly in her soupy cunt.

   She moaned low and long when her climax overtook her, pumping her body
around and around frenziedly while she locked her thighs spasmodically
around her hand.  Then she raised her head and looked down at her pussy. 
"God, I wish I could eat you!" she cried aloud.

   It was right then that Gilda knew she was going to have an affair with
Marta Fenton.

   By the time her doorbell rang an hour later, Gilda was dressed in a
light blue dress, and, she kept telling herself, she was perfectly calm. 
She'd sipped her drink as she'd donned her clothes, hastily putting the
black set of lingerie back into its drawer again.

   She walked to the door and opened it.  Marta smiled warmly as she saw
Gilda.

   "Why, Miss Loring, I never realized your hair was so long," she said as
she entered the apartment.

   By contrast, Marta's hair was tied back at the nape of her neck with a
thick velvet bow.  The two women stood in the living room for a moment,
suddenly on a different plane.  Where they had been boss and junior office
worker before, now they were just two women.

   "Do sit down, Marta," Gilda urged, waving her guest toward the sofa. 
"I'll get the books for you right now.  I've selected two I think you'd
better start with.  Then, if you think you want to go on, I have several
others." She left the room and returned quickly with the volumes.

   Marta's gleaming head bent low over one book, and Gilda was able to
observe her guest's appearance.  Marta had definitely toned down the brazen
make up she usually wore.  Nothing could disguise the full firmness of her
tits, but at least they weren't straining against the nubby surface of her
knit dress.  Its pale green shade highlighted the creaminess of her perfect
skin, and her shapely legs were crossed demurely as she sat quietly,
leafing through the book.

   Gilda leaned forward and her tits pressed against the girl's shoulder.
Marta returned the pressure.  To Gilda, the girl's meaning was
unmistakable.

   She wants it, too!  she thought, her body suddenly trembling with both
anticipation and fear.

   Then Marta was turning her face into Gilda's tits.  The fire of feeling
between them flared into immediate life.  Gilda felt the hungry weight of
Marta's face pressed against her tit.  With fright, she felt her own
nipples swelling with desire, knowing that the hard point was pressing
through the thin linen dress and against the girl's cheek.

   For an eternity of seconds, the two females clung to each other.  The
one dismayed with the turmoil of her confused feelings, the other moaning
as she rubbed her face against the softness.

   "No, Marta . . .  please . . ."

   "Don't send me away, Gilda," Marta implored, her voice muffled. 
"Please, let me stay."

   The girl's hands were in on the act now, fondling and squeezing Gilda.
Her fingers crept over the top of the woman's dress, scorching against her
every pore.  Then her hands slid down over her tits.  Gilda groaned with
delight.

   Her fingers found the zipper of her dress.  As though in a trance, Gilda
felt the metallic teeth slide open.  She shrugged convulsively, and the
dress fell to her waist.  Her tits, proudly poised in the lace frame of her
bra, quivered under Marta's expert touch.

   The kiss that lingered on Gilda's tit felt like a brand, marking her,
claiming her forever.  A frenzy of heat burst in the woman's body.

   "I want you ...  I want to eat you," Marta was saying.  "I want to feel
my tongue sliding up into your beautiful pussy, Gilda, and up into your
asshole.  I want to suck your tits and drain your pussy dry!"

   "Ohhhh, God, I've never known anything so wonderful," Gilda said in a
low voice that shivered in its intensity.  "Your hands and your mouth ..."

   Marta looked around the room, then stretched out her hand.  Gilda caught
it, letting herself be led, almost like a child, toward the bedroom.

   "Here," the beautiful brunette whispered, "let me undress you."

   Unsteadily Gilda turned and felt thrills run through her as Marta gently
lifted her slip and drew it over her head.  The loose blonde hair tumbled
down, contrasting with the black lacy material of her bra.

   "Stay that way," Marta said, as Gilda sank down on the bed.  "Now you
watch me."

   God, she's beautiful, Gilda thought, watching with glazed eyes as Marta
slowly peeled off the top layer of her clothing, revealing the juicy curves
and slender planes of her body.  The white bra tightened against her smooth
tits.  Marta unhooked the clasp behind her back.

   The pain of physical longing was almost unbearable.  Grimacing, Gilda
closed her eyes, until she felt Marta's young body brushing against her
own. With a gasp, she met the girl's mouth hungrily with her own.

   Marta tugged at the luscious blonde, rubbing the bulging mound of her
pussy over Gilda's belly, caressing her tits.  They were perfect, so
sensuous that they made her shiver and ache for the taste of them.

   The younger girl looked down at Gilda's hairy, golden cunt.  The lush
mound damp with the dew of her pussy juice.  Marta licked her voluptuous
tits, licked down her belly, took a mouthful of hair from the thatch as her
fingers toyed with the lips of the woman's rich, ripe pussy.

   "Does that feel good, Gilda?" the dark haired girl cooed.  "Does it feel
good to have another girl suck your cunt?"

   "Oh, yes!" Gilda gasped, her body already burning with desire.  "Oh,
lick my cunt, Marta!  Please, eat my pussy!" she urged, pushing her crotch
toward the girl's face.

   Marta quickly pressed her naked body to Gilda, tits to tits, belly to
belly.  She ground her cunt mound against the woman, and Gilda responded
excitedly.

   Marta slid up over Gilda's body and, curling her fingers in the mass of
blonde hair, forced Gilda's head between her mammoth tits.  They surrounded
and smothered the eager face.  Gilda groaned weakly as the hands guided her
moist, parted lips from one nipple to another.  Feverishly, she took the
tit flesh deep into her mouth, flicking each nipple with her tongue to
heighten its tension.

   Tiny screams came from Gilda's throat as she became caught up in
passion. She again dipped her head to Marta's huge tits.

   "Ohhhh, you're wonderful," she breathed, cupping and squeezing the
brunette's bountiful tits in her hands to form a deep, shadowed valley
between them.  "Do you like it, Marta?  Do you like me to play and squeeze
and suck on your lovely nipples like I'm doing?"

   "Yes ...  oh, God, yes!" the girl cried, her voice husky with lust. 
"Suck on 'em, Gilda . . .  suck on 'em harder!" Her head was thrown back
now in a flight of abandond passion.  "Squeeze them until they hurt!"

   "Like this?"

   "More!  Even more!" the girl rasped.  There was a brief pause, and then
Marta whispered, "Gilda?"

   "Yes, darling?"

   "Hit me!"

   "What?"

   "Hit me!  Please ...  all over.  Now, God, do it!  Please!  Hurry!"

   The request heightened the frenzied passion on the blonde's face.  She
rolled over onto her knees above Marta and struck her across the face.

   "Yes, lover, yes!  All over!"

   Gilda's tongue flicked at her lips, enjoying the new sensation.  Her
tits leaped outward from her body as her brain began to enjoy the treat of
inflicting pain on the beautiful girl and feeling pleasure from it in her
own tortured body.

   She slapped Marta's face again, then her belly, her tits, her thighs,
and then harder, until angry red welts rose on Marta's white skin.  The
body beneath her hands squirmed and writhed in pleasure, pleasure received
from the mounting pain being dealt her.

   "It's wonderful!" Marta cried, suddenly rising to her knees and wrapping
her arms around Gilda.  She dug her nails deeply into the woman's
glistening ass cheeks, forcing the other's body back to the bed.  "Now,
lover, now!  You're mine!"

   "Do it to me!" Gilda was begging.  "Give me your tongue!"

   The two beautiful female forms, naked and locked in lesbian love, were
now writhing in completely unrestrained joy.  Gilda lay on top of Marta,
her white globed ass bouncing again and again into the air as she ground
her wet cunt harder and harder onto Marta's willing face and darting
tongue.

   At the same time, the brunette was hunching upward with her hips in a
rotating motion that soon smeared all or Gilda's lovely face with the
sticky juice from her wet cunt hole.  She had wrapped her legs around the
woman's head, trapping her nose, her lips and her tongue between the wet,
hairy lips of her squishy cunt.

   "Farther, deeped Stick your tongue inside my hole, deep inside it!  Lick
it!  Lick it out good!" Gilda moaned in a muffled voice from between
Marta's glistening thighs.

   "That's it!" Marta cried in a renewed burst of impassioned lust.  "Lick
my clit, darling.  Lick it good!  Jam your tongue against it . . .  hard!
HAARRDDERR!"

   "Oh, oh, OHHHHH!" Gilda screamed.

   "Are you coming, lover?  Are you coming, Gilda, darling?"

   "Yes!  Oh, God, yes!  I'M COMING!"

   "Don't stop ...  so am I!  OHHHH, DON'T STOP!"

   Thighs wrapped tighter around heads, hands and fingers crept farther
into deep cracks between ass cheeks, nails dug deeply into soft, lusting
flesh, thighs and pink cunts ran gooey with sweet juices as both bodies
stiffened in the climb to the final peak.

   Then Gilda pulled her face from Marta's cunt and screeched as if in
pain. Over the top she went, coming wildly, pouring her cunt juice and the
contents of her full bladder over Marta's hair, face and tits.

   "Now me . . .  bring me off!" Marta gasped.

   Instantly, the older woman's mouth was on the beautiful girl's tits and
her fingers were probing Marta's asshole and pussy.

   Gluttonously, Gilda devoured her tit, taking it deeper and deeper
between her lips.  She felt the nipple inflate and become taut under her
hot tongue.  It grew to a hard knob as she chewed and sucked.

   Marta responded wildly, wantonly, arching her back and moving her hips
toward Gilda, searching for the matted mound of her cunt.  Gilda kissed her
way down Marta's body, her tongue tracing a pattern of lust over the warm
flesh, until she was on her knees with her face in a direct line with the
girl's dripping pussy.

   Marta's legs parted to make way for Gilda's scorching lips and hot,
darting tongue.  The heated pink tip parted her fleshy cunt lips and
slapped up and down her slit lovingly.  Gilda's tongue furrowed its way
down to the girl's asshole and then back up to caress her clit.  In a
series of slow, even strokes, Gilda worked the tiny bud into a throbbing,
pulsating knob of hard meat.

   Marta wanted it, needed it.  It could have been a cock probing at her
cunt so great were the sensations that the woman's tongue caused in her
screaming body.  She braced her feet on the bed and spread her legs even
wider, at the same time hunching her cunt harder against the blonde's
invading tongue.

   "Faster," she pleaded.  "Do it faster!  Forget the hole . . .  just work
on my clit!  Yes!  Ohhhhh, Jesus, yes, that's it!"

   Gilda increased the tempo of her attack, her hands moving over the backs
of Marta's legs along the gentle, dimpled curve of her ass cheeks.  The
girl's inner thighs held and caressed Gilda's head and cheeks as her
passion mounted to a fever pitch.

   "Don't stop, Gilda!  God, don't even slow down!" she shrieked, squirming
the lips of her wet cunt over the woman's face.  "Oh, shit!  Don't stop! 
MAKE ME COME!"

   She locked Gilda's bobbing head between her taut thighs in order to
capture it and make sure the passion giving tongue would continue its
assault.  Her hips pumped in spasmodic jerks until her whole body became a
frenzy of heated desire.

   With a scream, Marta threw her weight forward, forcing Gilda back and
down on the bed.  Soon the woman was on her back beneath Marta's pounding
ass and fiery cunt.  Marta's full weight was on her face, her gyrating hips
grinding the moist sweetness of her pussy into Gilda's mouth.

   The flow of heated juices from Marta's cunt ran down the sides of the
blonde's face and into her hair.  The aroma of the girl's heated pussy was
like an aphrodisiac.  It turned Gilda on and made her work all the harder
to satisfy the beautiful woman above her.

   Marta felt the tongue in her cunt probe to its fullest length, Gilda's
lips holding her clit in a moist, ultimate kiss.  The girl's hands moved up
over her heaving, sweating belly and massaged her hard tipped, swollen
tits. She ground her clit against the woman's teeth and, unable to stifle a
scream of joy, she felt her body stiffen with the incredible pleasure of a
climax.

   "GILDA!  Oh, my God, Gilda!  GOOOD, IT'S SO GOOOD!  Jesus, you can suck
a cunt!"

   Gilda's passion had been aroused by her ability to give such pleasure to
this beautiful girl.  She went at it even harder, running her tongue up and
down her moist pussy, darting it in and out of her asshole and curling it
around her pulsing clit.

   Then she sucked the tiny love button, lapping at it with her tongue,
teasing Marta to even greater heights of passion.  She sucked and nipped,
the body above her writhing frantically.

   Marta's throat erupted into another high pitched wail as she felt
Gilda's tongue plunge as deeply into her cunt as it could go.

   Her body throbbed into a thrilling climax that surged through her in
weakening waves.  The waves were centered in her gushing cunt and rippled
through her young body.

   "Good," she finally moaned, her strength drained.  "It was so good."

   Gilda's eyes were closed as she swallowed Marta's honeyed cunt juices
and her hands tore fiercely at her own pussy.  Then suddenly she realized
that Marta's cunt was no longer glued to her mouth.  She opened her eyes.

   Marta was standing in front of her, only a few feet away, staring
curiously down at Gilda as she pulled on her clothes.

   "Marta . . .  Marta, darling . . .  you're not going, are you?" Gilda
cried.

   "Sure, I'm going," the girl replied, coldly, shrugging into her dress.
"You got me all turned on, Gilda.  Now I've got to go get a cock for some
real satisfaction."

   "Marta!"

   The beautiful young brunette paused at the bedroom door and turned.

   "Oh, Gilda, those books on the new filing system?  Why don't you stick
them up your ass!  I'm sure I won't be needing them now.  You see, I don't
think you're going to be firing anybody!"

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   Marta returned to her old sloppy work habits, and Gilda felt that her
hands were tied.  She couldn't bring herself to fire the girl, and she
couldn't admit to Chad Cocklin that she and Marta had made love together.

   To complicate matters even more, Chad had apologized for his treatment
of her and was again trying to get Gilda to go out with him.

   Gilda was torn.

   But the decision was made for her late one day when she went into the
file room.

   "Suck 'em, Bernie!  Suck my big tits!"

   The voice was Marta's, and it came from behind a row of cabinets. 
Silently, Gilda glided across the room and craned her neck around the file
cabinets until she could see.

   "I love to be fucked, Bernie," Marta was cooing.  "You know that!  I
want your cock in me, lover!"

   Gilda rammed her knuckles into her mouth to keep from crying out. 
There, on a desk not ten feet from her, lay Marta, and Bernie Evers was
undressing her.

   The girl was shivering with her sexual craving, moaning and urging
Bernie on as the man slid her slacks down her long legs.

   She groaned loudly as he dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly
button, then licked upward over her feverish young body.  She pushed her
tits forward, bulging them out toward him.

   "Suck 'em!  Suck my tits, Bernie!  I love to have my tits sucked by a
man!"

   Bernie grabbed one big tit brutally with both hands and popped a dark
nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.  Her hands gripped his head and she
mashed his face into her ample tit.

   "I'll suck you after you fuck me, Bernie, if you want me to," she
purred, greedily begging to be plundered by him.

   "Suck it now!" Bernie growled, pulling at her shoulders, and letting his
pants and shorts slip down to reveal his huge, naked cock.

   "Jesus, what a man!" Marta gasped, smacking her lips with eagerness. 
She lurched onto her knees before him and kissed his hairy crotch
passionately.  "I think I could gobble you all day long!" she gurgled,
taking his big cock head all the way into her mouth.

   Gilda couldn't stop her hand from crawling under her skirt.  She knew
she should stop this disgraceful action right here in the office, but the
sight of both a naked cock and a bare pussy was suddenly driving her wild.

   "Is it hard?" Bernie rasped.  "Is my prick good and hard now?"

   "Yeah, oh, yeah!" Marta squealed.  "It's like a fucking telephone pole!"


   "Good . . .  then I want your pussy!"

   He lifted Marta and dropped her flat onto the desk.  Her legs opened to
reveal her great, hungry cunt, lips gaping wide like a greedy mouth.  He
grabbed his huge prick, moistened it in her pussy, and plunged the head
against her bulging asshole.  Steadily, ruthlessly, he wormed it into her
asshole until its entire length was embedded deep in her bowels.

   "In my cunt!" Marta pleaded.  "But, ohhh, that's good!  I like being
fucked in my shitter, too!"

   Three fingers of Gilda's hand curled around the crotchband of her
panties and into her cuntlips.  Marta takes that huge thing up her ass if
it were nothing!  she thought.

   "Now my cunt, Bernie!  MY CUNT!"

   The girl had her knees drawn up high, and as Bernie withdrew his cock
from her ass, she grabbed the immense shaft and poised it at the sopping
wet entrance to her pussy.

   With an animal like growl, he lunged forward until her cunt was
completely impaled on his huge cock.

   "Yes . . .  yes . . .  YES!" Marta shrieked.  "FUCK ME!  Pour your ever
lovin' cock into me!" Her eyes were closed, mouth twisted grotesquely, as
she reveled in the fucking she was getting.

   An orgasm wrenched her body violently and she almost deafened Gilda as
she screamed like a wild animal.

   "Turn over, baby," Bernie panted, pulling his long prick out of her
creaming cunthole.  "I want your butt again, all the way!"

   Gilda could hardly believe it as she saw the girl flip over onto her
belly.  Her huge tits were mashed against the desk and her toes barely
touched the floor.

   And what further amazed Gilda was the fact that Marta reached behind her
and spread her ass cheeks for the invastion of Bernie's massive cock.

   "Spread the lips of my cunt flat so I can see it go in, Bernie!"

   He did as she asked, until she could see the long bulge of his cum tube
throb as his hips moved slowly forward.  She gasped as she saw and felt
inch after throbbing inch of hard, thick cock press relentlessly up into
her asshole.

   Then he was home again, with his balls jammed against her spread
cuntlips.

   "Oh, yessss, shit, yes!  Now it's good!"

   "I'll say it's good," Bernie croaked.  "Jesus, Marta, what a sweet
asshole you got for fuckin' !"

   "Then fuck it, lover, pour that cock into me!  Put it clear up to my
fucking tits!"

   And then he was fucking her ruthlessly, brutally, using the full power
of his hips and butt to slam his prick in and out of her asshole.

   "Come inside me this time!"

   "Yeah," he panted, lunging in and out of her ass, repeatedly stabbing
her asshole with his huge prick.

   "Oh, baby, lover, Bernie, it's so good!  Harder, fuck harder!  Fill me
with your cum!" Marta reached around and dug her fingernails into the back
of his thighs, urging him to give her all he could on every lunge.

   "Take it!" he groaned.

   "Give it to me, give it all to me!" the girl screamed, her voice rising
in unrestrained passion.

   He responded.  Her body was rocked forward and backward as his giant
cock skewered her in a blur of motion.  He kept his hand on her hips,
pulling her spasming asshole back over his prick.

   "I'm comin', baby!  I'm comin!" he suddenly shouted.

   Gilda could see the tube on the underside of his prick throb and his
cock head swell.  It heightened her own sensation and she knew that in a
few seconds she would also come on her hand.  The thrills and sensations in
Gilda's body soared to new, incredible heights as she watched the lewdly
fucking couple.

   Beneath Bernie's cock, Marta's pussy overflowed and brought a new
slickness to her inner thighs.  She thrashed wildly.  Her big tits
flattened and squeezed outward as she drove her ass back over his driving
cock, yearning for the heat of his cum.  The head of his prick, now swollen
to unbelievable proportions, found new places to scrape and pound far
within her bowels.

   Then Bernie let go.  His cum filled her asshole.  Marta could no longer
remain on her toes, they wouldn't hold her.  She crashed down onto the desk
and her arms and legs flew apart, making her a totally spread eagled
receptacle for the huge load of cum he was pouring into her asshole.

   His massive cock ripped into her asshole as it gushed glob after
steaming glob of jism until it oozed back out of her and ran down into her
pussy crack.

   And then, with a chest heaving sigh, they both collapsed across the
desk.

   Afraid that they would hear her if she stayed any longer, Gilda silently
slipped out of the file room.

   God, she thought, how deplorable, fucking right here in the office! 
But, as she headed for Chad Cocklin's office, a wave of unbearable lust
overcame her own pussy.  She hadn't gotten a good enough come with her
fingers, and she desperately needed one.

   She meant to tell Chad everything, but by the time she closed his office
door behind her, she knew it could wait until evening.

   "Hi, Gilda," Chad said, looking up from his desk.  "How about dinner
tonight?  I promise to be good," he said.

   "Fine," Gilda replied, locking the door.  "Eight o'clock, my place.  But
right now there's a different kind of dinner I want."

   "Gilda . . .  what the hell ...?

   Gilda had unbuttoned the top of her blouse, rolled the cup of her bra
down and freed a swollen, dark tipped tit.  "You like my tits, Chad?"

   "Oh, my God," he said, his eyes growing larger than the glasses in front
of them.

   She leaned over, nearly pushing one huge tit into his face.  "Take a
lick, Chad.  Just stick out your tongue and lick my nipple."

   "Jesus, Gilda, right here in the office?"

   "You're damn right, right here in the office," she declared.  "I think
you and I have been missing out on something!  Lick that one good, Chad,
and I'll give you the other one."

   "Oh, my God," he groaned again, feeling his head swim with desire as she
removed her blouse and bra.

   His tongue shot out and licked first one hot, rigid nipple and then the
other.  They swelled and hardened as they entered his hot mouth.  He was
quickly losing restraint.

   "Yes, yesss, Chad, that's the way to suck my tits.  Keep on sucking,
Chad, and then I'll suck your cock!" Gilda panted as she pressed her
luscious tits hard into his mouth.  "Suck 'em hard . . .  suck . . .  suck
. . .  SUCK!"

   She reached for his crotch and was pleased at what she found.  He was
hard, very hard.  His prick was swelling in her fist, threatening to tear
out of the material of his pants.

   She struggled out of her skirt and panties as Chad continued to suck. 
Gilda felt herself totally, unashamedly aroused now, as Chad hurriedly
fumbled out of his clothes.  She watched eagerly as he removed his shorts,
and there it was, his wonderful monster cock.

   "The couch," he croaked.  "I always hoped it would come in handy some
day when I put it in here."

   Gilda spread out.  Her pussy was a river now as he moved over her.

   He kept one hand manipulating her nipple as he moved his lips and tongue
down to her navel.  His tongue probed the tiny indentation, caressing and
teasing it.  His free hand played with her cunt hair as his lips moved
around and around the sensitive skin of her smooth belly.  He spread her
legs, his hands dipping between her creamy thighs and feeling the lips of
her pussy.  He ran the tips of his fingers lightly along the puffed ridges.


   His fingers traveled over her cunt folds, spreading them wide for his
eager tongue.  He sniffed the pussy scented odor of her blonde pubic muff.
His tongue flicked out at her pink cunt held open by his thumbs.  Her ass
tightened as she felt his fingers open her cunt.

   Her cunt juices moistened her outer pussylips, flowing down the crack of
her ass.

   She had to have relief.  The soft, moist walls of her hot cunt were like
a sponge in reverse, shooting foamy cream from her pussylips like a flowing
stream.

   "Damn, I don't know what got into you, Gilda," Chad moaned, "but I dig
it!"

   "Then hurry, Chad, hurry and do it!  Fuck me!  I want it!  I want to
have your big cock stuck in me!"

   "Soon, baby, soon!" His hands went to her legs, his mouth to her slim
waist.  And then his head was buried in her eager pussy.

   "Ohhhhhh, ohhh, God!" she groaned.  "Eat it, Chad!  Eat it!  Stick your
tongue in me!

   Eat it!  Then I want your cock.  Your cock, Chad!"

   He stopped suddenly and slowly crawled up beside her.  They both lay
still for a few seconds, giving their throbbing bodies a chance to settle
down.

   Slowly they regained their wits.  Their bodies began to send signals
back and forth.  Chad moved farther up the couch until his cockhead was
bobbing against her parted lips.

   "Suck," he hissed.

   Gilda smothered his prick with her hands.  She rolled the hard flesh
between her palms and teased his purple cockhead with her fingertips.  She
leaned over him, kissed his neck and bit his flat nipples.

   Chad felt his pulse booming in his neck and a tingle spread hotly in his
stomach, down through his groin and up into his rigid, aching prick.

   Suddenly she touched the hard edge of his cockhead, and without warning,
he came.  The hot cum shot out in one sustained spasm.  He didn't feel the
excitement of actual orgasm, but a strange new feeling of uncontrolled
release, joyous release, all taking place in a matter of four or five
seconds.

   "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he moaned.

   "It's all right, Chad," Gilda said, scraping the hot juice from her tits
and popping her fingers into her mouth.  "It's all right as long as you can
come again!"

   God, she wanted his cock up her cunt.

   She took his prick in her hands and gently brought it back to its full
size.  Gradually, Chad was aroused again and filled with desire for her
steaming cunt.  When she finally released his cock, he got on top of her
and lowered his pick against her cuntlips.

   "You've got to fuck me now, Chad.  Please, please, fuck me as you've
never fucked anyone before!"

   She was asking a lot.  He had come already and his balls were empty. 
But the woman's strange fascination, her incredible desire and sex appeal,
turned him on all over again and he began to move his prick up and down her
gooey, clinging slit.

   Her lips sought his and stimulated his stiff cock to even greater
rigidity, and soon he was sure that he would make it.

   He knew it when he felt his prick sever her hot cuntlips.

   "Fuck me, Chad, fuck me!" she chanted, her voice almost desperate in its
need.

   Chad felt a new sense of power filling him as he rammed his prick into
her juicing cunt ruthlessly to take what he wanted.

   Gilda wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him hotly,
caressing his neck and back, and began to move with his rhythm.  He
increased his tempo, gripped her ass and shoved two fingers into her
asshole as he jammed his cock up her cunt as far as it would go.

   Feeling wanton passion surge through him, he bit deep into one of her
tits, causing the skin to redden.

   "Oh, God, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!" Gilda cried.

   But there was no mercy in him now.  The juice boiled in his balls.  As
she cried out to him again, he bit into her other tit, keeping his teeth
clamped to it as she shrieked with pain.

   But she was coming.  She could feel it.  And that was all that mattered.


   Chad was mastered by lust.  Her tear stained face swam beneath him.  Her
thighs and tits seemed richer, larger, but he too seemed bigger, so that
the rubbery, moistened lunges of his cock went deeper and farther than ever
before.  It was fantastic, so incredibly enjoyable that he wanted this fuck
to go on as long as possible.

   Gilda was moaning and sighing in rapture beneath him.

   "My ass, Chad . . .  fuck my ass!  Like the last time!" she suddenly
cried.

   "But ...  but it hurt you," he said.

   She smiled.  "It won't this time."

   He withdrew his prick from her clasping pussy and offered his swollen
hulk of meat to her lick.  Her mouth closed convulsively over his jerking
prick and he watched in fascination, half kneeling on her tits, as her
painted lips mouthed him.  Then he felt himself too near to coming again,
and took it out.

   "Roll over!" he rasped.

   Obediently, Gilda flipped her big body around and reared her gleaming
ass toward his cock.

   The long, curving line of her beautiful body was there, her ass facing
him, her hips rising beautifully in an arc from her slender waist.

   Chad slid in behind her and nestled his groin up to her burning ass. 
His cock went up her cunt, from the rear, with a loud slurping sound.  Then
he was thrusting his prick in and out of her from the back.

   "No, please!  My asshole, damnit!"

   "I will," he replied.  "I just want to get my cock good and slick."

   Then he backed off and Gilda felt the head of his massive cock against
her asshole.

   He pushed hard, then harder, and she could feel his insistent prick
drive aside the muscles of her butt and begin to enter her asshole.  She
felt his giant cock push on until his thighs were against the backs of her
legs and his crotch was heavy on her ass cheeks.

   "There . . .  there it is, baby!" he gasped.

   "I know!  Oh, God, I can feel it clear up to my throat!" she cried. 
"But it's good this time, darling!  I can take it!  GIVE IT TO ME!"

   He began to pound his hips hard against her and the slapping of their
sweat soaked flesh filled the tiny room.

   He was grunting with every lunge, and before long the final swelling of
his cock filled her ass.  She could feel her organs being shoved together
as he whipped her with his mighty prick.

   It hurt like hell, but she wouldn't admit it.  She couldn't admit it. 
She refused to let him know how much pain he was causing, how much he was
ripping her apart with his hard cock.

   Still more pain, even when she relaxed.  His ass tightened as he drove
relentlessly in and out of her butthole.  Her tits flattened and oozed out
over the claws of his fingers.

   "Oh, shit . . .  shit, I did it!" she finally wheezed.  "I've got it
all!"

   "You sure do, baby.  You okay?"

   "Yes, yes, wonderful!" she cried.  "Now fuck me!"

   His hands left her heaving, saucered tits.  They slid down to meet in
twined fingers at the top of her gaping pussy slit.  His fingertips parted
her cuntlips.  He stroked her.  She felt the fires rage within her whole
body.

   His linked fingers were brutal.  They jammed up her cunt with the same
rhythm of his thick cock pounding up her ass.

   He smiled and worked harder with his hands on her hot, wet cunt.  He
could feel her asshole opening up, taking the full force of his lunges. 
Then it was bigger.  He could have shoved his whole arm up her.

   "Fuck me, darling!" Gilda screeched.  "OH, GOD, FUCK ME!"

   She had been made so hot by his treatment that it was all she could do
to keep from reaching back to squeeze his balls and increase the load of
cum he would soon shoot into her asshole.

   Then she heard him groan loudly, and felt his surge and a warmth filled
her belly.  She could feel her orgasm being washed with a powerful,
powerful force.  And then the gooey jism was running down the insides of
her thighs.

   "I'm coming, baby," he panted.  "Comin' good."

   "Me, too!" Gilda cried.  "Oh, Chad, I'm coming with your cock up my
ass!"

   She bent forward so that he could get all his cock up her ass and so her
clit would grind harder over his flickering fingers.  Chad slammed his cock
several more times into her clutching asshole, feeling his balls draining
of their precious cum.

   "Oh, oh, yes, yes, YES!  God, what a feeling!  AAHHHH!"

   Gilda's eyes clenched tightly shut as the spasms rocketed through her
body.  There wasn't a howl left in her.  She came and came like a broken
dam.  Chad thought she would snap him off as her butt spasmed around and
around on his throbbing prick.

   She came wildly, belching her pussy juice over his cock.  Then she
slumped, nearly passing out.

   "I've still got some left, if you want it, baby," he panted.

   "Yes!  Oh, give it to me!" she cried, flipping over onto her back. 
"Stick it in my mouth!  I'll suck you the rest of the way off!"

   He watched the blonde's head move a few inches farther up his chest.  He
brought his hand up to stroke her smooth, unblemished skin.

   "Do it, Gilda.  Take it in that luscious mouth of yours and suck it like
it's never been sucked before!"

   She moved her head down until her breath stirred his cock hairs when she
talked, "it looks like it's aching to be kissed.  Beautiful, beautiful
prick ...  so hot, so hard, so big!"

   All the time she talked, her hand kept sliding up and down his thick,
blue veined prick.

   Chad's eyes were riveted feverishly on the short space between his hard
cock and her luscious pink lips.  His mouth began watering and he heard
himself urging her on.

   "Go on . . .  kiss it . . .  kiss it!" he moaned.

   Gilda smiled and made a purring sound deep in her throat.  She moved her
head forward and pressed her soft lips against the base of his rigid cock.

   Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue speared the end of his cock.
He groaned and closed his eyes in rapture.

   Then, suddenly, she was gone.  His eyes flew open.  She was in the
middle of the office, dressing.

   "Gilda . . .  what the hell?"

   "You'll see, Chad," she said from the door.  "Tonight, eight o'clock
sharp, my apartment!"

   In her own office, Gilda pressed her intercom.

   "Yes, Miss Loring?"

   "I want to see Bernie Evers and Marta Fen ton in my office at once!"

   CHAPTER EIGHT

   "I'm glad you're not mad at me, Gilda," Marta said.  "I really did like
making it with you."

   "I've learned a lot in the last few weeks, honey." Gilda smiled.  She
glanced up at the clock above her bedroom fireplace-seven thirty.  Almost
time to get started.

   Gilda rolled over and caressed the girl's naked tit.  "Tell me some more
about what goes on at the office."

   "Owww, that feels good!  Well, there's not too much else to tell.  Just
about everyone in the administration department is fucking everyone else.
Except you and Mr.  Cocklin, of course."

   "But we're going to remedy that, aren't we, dear?" Gilda smiled.

   "Whatever you say," Marta replied, letting her head be pulled down to
the older woman's blonde cunt.

   "Eat me a little, darling," Gilda moaned.  "Get my pussy nice and juicy
for Chad!"

   "Mmmmm," the girl gurgled.  "Turn over!  I'm going to work on your
asshole and your pussy at the same time!"

   "Oh, yes!" Gilda mewled, turning and heaving her naked ass toward
Marta's face.

   Marta pushed her beautiful face between the older woman's butt cheeks
and ground her cheek into Gilda's cunt.

   "Oh, suck it, yes, suck!  Suck and tongue fuck me!"

   Marta began feasting hungrily on the pink lips of Gilda's cunt.  In a
few moments, the juices were pouring from the spot and the woman's hips
were rotating as if they were connected to a motor.  Her hands crept down
on the sheets until they reached a spot where Marta's hands could join
them.

   "Oh, Marta, darling," Gilda crooned.  "You're making me feel so good.  I
love it.  I never thought that I could love it as much as I do now ...  but
I really do.  I'm coming, baby . . .  and coming . . .  and coming!  And I
can't stop!  And I don't want to stop!  Suck me, lick me . . .  EAT ME!"

   Just then the doorbell rang.

   Gilda twisted from beneath the girl.  "It's Chad!" she panted.  "He's
early!  Now, you remember what to do, honey?"

   Marta smiled and nodded.  Gilda pulled on a robe and hurried to the
door.

   "C'mere, you gorgeous creature!" Chad said the moment he stepped through
the door.  "I've been waiting for this all day!"

   "Wait, darling," Gilda said.  "Let's have a drink first.  There's so
much I have to tell you."

   She sat him down and there, in the center of the sexual aura emanating
from her near naked body, she told him everything.

   She poured out the whole story.  She went right back to the beginning-to
her brief romance with Tom that ended in his tragic death, tracing the path
of her guilt ridden frigidity from that point forward.  She explained in
detail her conflicting emotions about Marta, and, almost in a whisper, the
way their strange love affair had developed and flared to such a fever
pitch.

   She went through the whole story, leaving nothing out.  When she had
finished, she sat silently with her hands folded in her lap.

   "What do you say to all that?" she asked finally.

   Suddenly, he smiled.  "I'd say it's pretty wild, and it's made me hotter
than hell."

   Then Gilda smiled.  Everything was going to be fine.

   "I've got something else to tell you."

   Then, in minute detail, she related to him what had been going on at the
office right under their noses.

   Somewhere in the middle of her story, Chad began to undress.  By the
time she had finished, he was standing before her, naked, with a raging
hard-on.

   "And what do you say to that?" she repeated.

   "I'd say, Gilda darling, that we've been missing out."

   "That's what I hoped you'd say!"

   She cupped her hand around his hanging balls and tugged gently, letting
him know she wanted him to move his body toward hers.  Chad groaned and
moved to her, feeling her fingers gently stroke his wrinkled sac, while her
tongue leaped out and snared his cock.

   Her mouth carefully worked across the full length of his long prick,
licking it on the top and bottom as well as on both sides.  Her hot, full
lips formed a tight circle around his thick cockhead as her tongue kept
darting into the tiny, hot hole in the large, knobby head.  And with each
lunge of her tongue, he could feel cum struggling inside his balls.

   His fingers found her erect clit and began playing with it as if it were
a piece of clay and could be formed into something else.  Meanwhile, her
tongue continued its hungry slurping of his cock.

   Gilda stuffed his entire cock into her mouth, sucking the long, fat tube
of flesh all the way down her throat.  Chad thought she would strangle and
wanted to pull out, but her insistent clutching of his ass kept him in
place.  He stood, feeling every millimeter of his cock being squashed by
her powerfully sucking throat.

   Then, abruptly, she let his prick plop from between her lips.  "That's
enough of that, darling," she said.  "Now let's fuck.  Sit on the sofa!"

   Standing before him, letting him savor the sight of her gleaming cunt,
she made him sit on the couch, his long, thick, gleaming prick jutting
straight away from his body at a forty five degree angle.

   With her thighs wide apart, she approached him and lowered her body so
that her sizzling cunt hovered directly above the point of his burning
cock. Slowly she lowered herself, feeling his probing prick find the
entrance to her frothing pussy.

   Little by little she sank down until she felt his cock force its
entrance into her creaming cunthole.  His cock slipped more and more deeply
into her, her pussy muscles grasping it all the more tightly into its juicy
interior.

   Lower she sank, until his entire rigid prick was now resting within the
warm, velvety cunt as securely as an infant in its cradle.

   "Mmmmmm, feels good, doesn't it, Chad?  My wet pussy feels good over
your big hard cock, doesn't it?"

   "Yes," he croaked.  "Feels fantastic."

   "Then fuck me, darling!  Fuck my ass off!"

   Breathing heavily, she shoved her torso forward against his, forcing
every last bit of his rigid cock into her cunt.  Chad could feel the tiny
hole in her cervix and knew his thick prick was home.

   "Oh, shit, it's good," he groaned.  "It's so good!"

   Gilda wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled herself forward
again, luxuriating in the feel of his hard prick against her womb.  Her
huge tits pressed into his chest, boring deeply into his flesh, and now her
fist like cunt was clutching his prick to hold it as she rolled backward on
the floor, pulling him on top of her, between her thighs.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Coming!" she gasped.  "Your big cock's making my pussy come
already!"

   She was a wild woman.  She screamed.  She tore at his flesh with her
sharp nails.  Her head flailed on the floor.  Her mouth hung open and
saliva dribbled from its corners.

   Once more she swung her thighs up higher and clasped his lunging hips
with the back of her calves.  She wound her long legs all the way up and
around his hard driving body.

   "Harder!  Fuck me harder!  Oh, Chad, darling, harder!" she shrieked as
she wrapped every fold of her driving cunt around his cock, not letting him
pull it out again even an inch.

   His mouth clamped tightly down on hers in a whining shout as his cock
spewed hot cum deep up into her cunt.

   The heat of his jism mixed with her cunt juice to add to the joy of her
climax.  She could feel the hot, creamy cum flood her guts as her orgasm
wracked her body.  Gilda pounded her heels against his ass as the spasms of
her come flowed through her nerve ends like hot lava.

   "Now me!  Now me!" Marta suddenly yelled from beside them, her luscious
thighs open, her feet kicking in the air.

   Chad looked over at the beautiful young brunette's body writhing on the
floor beside them and gasped, "What the ...  ?"

   "Just a look into the future, darling." Gilda smiled, pushing him toward
Marta.  "Go on, darling, fuck her!  I can't wait to see you fuck her!"

   "Damn, Gilda, I never dreamed ..."

   "I have," Gilda laughed.  "But none of us has to dream any more.  It's
all reality from now on!  Go on, Chad, fuck her good!"

   Chad was overcome.  He was also hard again from the sight of Marta
Fenton's hairy pussy staring him in the face.  He quickly rolled between
the young girl's quivering, squirming thighs.  Her cunt gaped wide, ready
for his cock.  Even though he had just shot a tremendous load of cum into
Gilda's pussy, his cock had lost none of its rigidity and power.  It was as
hard as ever.

   "Hurry, boss, hurry!  Jesus, I need that cock!" Marta begged.  "Stick
me! Plug me!  FUCK ME!"

   Chad lunged into her like a rutting bull, burying his meat balls deep in
one thrust.

   "Oh, God, it feels like a fucking baseball bat!  It's clear up to my
tits!"

   "Too much?"

   "No, no!" she wailed.  "Pour it on!  Christ, I'm comin' already!"

   His prick surged up her cunt, bursting and smashing everything before
it. Deeper, deeper, he fucked, until his pelvis rubbed hard against her
pussy mound.  He felt her fleshy ass cheeks flattening as he squirmed
between her spread thighs.

   His head flopped forward and he placed his hands on her shoulders,
drawing them up her back as he thrust deeper and deeper, again and again
into her sweet young cunt.  He drew them down her back and held her waist
for a moment and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the
crease of her thighs.

   He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard and held his stiff prick inside her
while he revolved it around and around, scraping the tender, aching walls
of her pussy with his giant, blood filled cockhead.

   He rocked back and forth on top of her, fucking into her mercilessly. 
The smile never left Marta's pretty face.  She could feel the ragged pink
edges of her pussy drawing back with his cock, then swallowing it again
hungrily.

   "Ohhh, God, he's in me, Gilda . . .  he's filling my pussy with cock,
darling!  Oh, shit, what a cock!"

   "Just like I told you, baby," Gilda murmured.

   Chad could sense the woman close beside them, but his mind could think
of only one thing.  Marta's cunt was like an oven over his cock, and he
wanted to blow her pussy full of his cum.

   "Oh, darling, oh, Gilda, I'm fucking him so good!" Marta cried.

   "Is it good, baby?"

   "Good ...  so good ...  I love it!"

   "What does it feel like?" Gilda was panting heavily now from watching
the two of them go at each other.

   "Big, and hot, and hard!  So big, swelling up and filling me, way up
inside my belly!  I want him to shoot in me!  I want him to come so hard
that it runs through me and comes out my mouth!  I want him to fill me with
his thick, hot jism!  Oh, God!  I want to milk him.  I want to empty his
balls and drain his beautiful cock, like you did!"

   The young girl was insane with lust now, totally abandoned to her
passion.  She twisted her body from side to side and her head flailed back
and forth, throwing her dark hair across her lust contorted face.  She was
biting her lower lip and moaning with desire.  Her hands moved.  She
fingered her own taut nipples, clawed at her rigid clit and reached behind
her ass to cup Chad's balls.

   Her cunt was pulling and ripping at his cock and her hips were wildly
rotating so that they were fucking without thrusting.  She squeezed his
balls as if to force the cum from him.

   "Come!" she cried.  "COME IN ME!"

   At the same time, she was bringing herself off.  Her hips flailed
frantically as wave after maddening wave of wild ecstasy soared through her
and she could feel her climax building within her.

   She squeezed her tit, manipulating the nipple, as the heat spiraled
higher and higher and as his cock flashed with ever increasing speed over
her hot, wet clit.

   And then Chad was coming.  His balls erupted and his steaming jism
gushed into her hot cunt.

   "He's coming, Gilda!  HE'S COMING!"

   "Take it all, Marta, darling.  Take all his cum into your pussy!" Gilda
shouted.

   "OH, SHIT, I'M COMING, TOO!" Marta screamed at the top of her lungs.

   Her left hand continued to squeeze her pliant young tit.  Her climax
seemed to last for a wonderful, rapturous eternity, her hotly seeping pussy
walls oozing warm, thick liquid onto Chad's delfating cock.  As her come
began to ebb, she moaned again and again with satiated delight.

   Chad blew several loads of cum deep into her sucking pussy.  Then she
was bobbing up and down again, slamming her hot cunt over his cock, pulling
the last drops of jism from his exploding balls.

   She rolled from him, cupping her hands over her pussy as if she were
trying to hold his enormous load inside her.

   "Wow, she is some fuck!" Chad groaned.

   "Yes, isn't she wonderful and beautiful?" Gilda croaked.

   Then Gilda was all over Marta herself.  She took the trembling girl into
her arms and kissed her passionately and lovingly.

   "It was so good," Marta moaned.  "Can I have it now, darling?" Gilda
begged.

   "Yes, yes!"

   "Oh, God, all his beautiful cum.  I can't wait!"

   Gilda sank to her knees before Marta.  The girl pushed her belly out and
her lean thighs brushed over the woman's face.  Gilda's tongue flicked out,
curled, and she began lapping Marta's oozing cunt with long sweeps, her
tongue gliding all the way from her asshole to her clit.

   Slowly Gilda sank backwards onto the floor with Marta following her,
until she was kneeling over the woman's upturned face and grinding her
soaking cunt in her mouth.  The girl cried out, starting to come again, and
Gilda eagerly drank the hot cum as it flooded from her cunthole.

   "Oh, beautiful," Gilda gurgled as she swallowed glob after glob of
Chad's jism.  "Squeeze, darling, squeeze it out to me!"

   "Jesus," Chad groaned from the floor beside them.  "Now I've seen
everything."

   "No, you haven't, boss," Marta said.  "Wait till you see this year's
Christmas party!"

   CHAPTER NINE

   The afternoon Christmas party in the offices of Cocklin Plastics was a
tame affair.  That was because the office staff and the people from the
plant all attended.

   The evening party, in three adjoining suites of a downtown hotel, was
something quite different.

   Each of the girls had tried to outdo the other in how much of their
alluring bodies they could show and still be dressed.

   Marta had selected a tight black satin dress, its neckline a plunging
slash that revealed nearly all the bursting fullness of her firm young
tits.

   Trixie looked radiantly beautiful in a full, green gown cut low enough
to suggest but not display her chesty charms.  She looked like a young girl
at her first big party, wearing her first long dress.

   But Gilda won the battle.

   There was a murmur as she came through the big doorway.  She was wearing
a tight beaded gown that had a subdued sparkle.  Her only jewels were
emerald earrings and emerald ring.  The gown had a wide, low cut neckline
that almost fell off her shoulders.  It had long sleeves, and while it was
tight, it wasn't blatantly tight.  It fell softly over her voluptuous
curves, emphasizing the slimness of her waist, the flatness of her belly,
and the enormity of her full tits.

   "Hi, everyone!" she called out.  "Where's the bar in this joint?"

   "Right here, honey!" Chad grinned at her.  "The makings are all on the
counter."

   Gilda helped herself to a strong double.  More people walked in through
the door.  She looked them over.

   "It's about time we got this joint to jumping, don't you think?" she
said to Chad, taking a deep swallow of her drink.  "A few more like this
and I'll be ready to make them all swing from the chandeliers!"

   Someone switched on the stereo.  Music throbbed loudly in the room. 
Couples began dancing, but everyone still seemed ill at ease.

   Marta wandered over.  "Things look as dull here as they did this
afternoon," she murmured.

   Gilda smiled.  "Give them time, darling.  Remember, they're probably
still a little inhibited with Chad and me here."

   Marta shrugged and turned to Bernie, who was playing bartender. 
"Bernie, we've got to loosen this crowd up a bit.  Make everyone's drink a
double.  That should help!"

   The party's tempo soon increased.  Marta noticed the changes with
satisfaction-the guys' hands were beginning to wander over the girls as
they danced.

   The guys are ready, she thought.  Here I go!

   She signaled to Bernie.  He nodded in answer, switching off several of
the lights.  Now only two lamps remained, making the room fill with dark
and secluded corners.  Then he changed the record on the stereo.  A burst
of savage music pounded out.

   "Now, everybody!" Marta cried, swirling into the middle of the floor. 
"It's all up for grabs . . .  everybody's!  And little Marta's going to
show you the way!"

   Gyrating her hips with sensual speed, she stood with her legs apart and
her arms high above her head, bumping and grinding in time to the pulsing,
throbbing music.  Then she opened her eyes wide and reached behind her back
for the tab of her zipper.

   "Anybody want to play?" she shouted in mock innocence.

   The shiny black sheath slithered to the floor.  Shouts of approval
echoed to her from all sides.

   "You wanna feel?  Check if they're for real?"

   Eager hands reached out and savored the smooth textured fullness of her
gleaming white tits, bulging avidly from over the thin black bra that held
them tightly.  Low cut lace panties, contrasting with the pale sheen of her
skin, completed her outfit for the wild dance.  Her high heels beat a
staccato rhythm on the floor, rapping out in increasing frenzy.

   Bernie joined her briefly, letting his big hands slide suggestively over
her big tits and down to her waist.

   Then she playfully thrust him away.  "I'm not playing solo with you
tonight, honey," she laughed, shaking her thick mane of hair.  "Tonight I'm
anybody's . . .  everybody's!"

   Then she was alone again.  A quick movement, and her bra fell away,
tossed to one side.  She cupped her tits and offered them to the crowd.

   "Any takers?" she crowed, her head flung back in sensual ecstasy.

   There were plenty.  One after another, they rushed to pay homage to the
fiery sex goddess.  But Marta only allowed each a brief caress before she
pushed them away.

   "Let's get everyone in on this act!" she cried over the blaring sound of
the music.  "Let's go.  Let's swing!"

   The other girls were following suit, Marta noticed, as she whirled
around in her dance of passion.  She ran off the floor and grabbed another
drink, watching the rest of the mob getting caught up in the mood of lust.
Garments lay scattered all over the floor, couples and threesomes melted
into the corner shadows, and the wild music pounded on, inflaming the
crowd's hunger for thrills.

   Marta downed her drink and poured herself another.  Then she went back
in to join the swirling sensuality around her.

   In the center of the room, she reached for her one remaining garment,
her panties.  Her movements were slow, languid now as she bent forward and
stepped out of the flimsy garment.  She tossed her panties into the crowd
and a long arm reached for the filmy lace.

   "Do it!" a man cried.

   "DO IT TO ME!" Marta yelled, whirling again.

   The darkness of the room couldn't hide the black tuft of hair on her
cunt, and the crowd cried out as she twisted, pressed her thighs together
and gyrated her smooth belly.

   Her hips bulged as she pressed her hands into her sides, smoothed the
skin along her belly, down into the tangle of hair and rubbed her cunt with
both hands.  She stumbled backward, regained her balance, then bent in
half, slowly lowering herself to the floor.

   She lay there on her back, legs doubled back along her sides and teased
herself with her long, graceful fingers.

   Then Trixie, also nude, stepped from the throng of heated bodies and
dropped to the floor with Marta.

   The redhead wasted no time.  She fell to her knees between Marta's
splayed thighs.  She reached out along the long, slender legs and caressed
gently, running her fingers up along the curved muscles, then touching the
curly black cunt hair, scratching over Marta's heaving belly.

   "Yeah, Trixie, honey!" Marta cried.  "Eat a little pussy and get this
party started!"

   Trixie moaned with lust and dropped her head between Marta's luscious
thighs.  Then slurping sounds could be heard as the redhead dug her thick
tongue into the brunette's pussy.

   Marta cried out with lust and reached down to fondle Trixie's head,
pressing it deeper between her legs until the girl's tongue was licking
furiously at her soft, pink cuntlips.  Trixie reached under Marta's waist,
curled her arms around her and forced the girl to raise herself off the
floor.

   Suddenly, one of the office boys burst through the ring of people.  He
was wild eyed, staggering as he lurched forward.  He fell to his knees
behind Trixie.  He held his cock in his hand.  The veins stood out in the
dim light.  His cock was huge.

   The boy lifted the ass in front of him and Trixie made no attempt to
stop him as he pulled at her tense butt.

   The crowd moaned as they watched him jerk suddenly, grab her around her
waist and ram his prick between the crease dividing her broad ass cheeks.

   The thrust pushed Trixie's head forward and Marta moaned, Trixie sucking
harder as her attacker fought desperately to gain another inch into her
asshole.  His huge cock was visible between his fingers and her ass as he
pushed with his body.  His red cockhead slowly disappeared between her
white ass cheeks.

   Trixie moaned but still made no attempt to escape the burning prick as
it tore into her ass.  Instead, she wiggled slowly from side to side,
helping the boy dig into her, spreading her ass apart until the burning
pain shot into her.

   Marta moaned and quivered against Trixie's tongue as it stabbed in and
out of her.  Trixie breathed heavily as the boy rammed his thick cock
deeper and deeper into her ass.

   The crowd yelled and urged the boy to hunch faster against the shiny
mounds under his belly.  He lunged forward and his flesh slapped against
her with each thrust.  His head flew back and he dug deeper, higher up into
her, pounding his burning cock harder into her creamy ass.

   Then he shuddered and a piercing scream erupted from his chest as he
shot his fiery cum into her asshole.

   Trixie was unconcerned as the limp cock slithered out of her ass.  Her
tongue lashed at Marta's throbbing cunt, worrying and teasing the
brunette's throbbing clit as it flashed in the deep curly hair between her
thighs.

   Gilda watched from the edge of the circle, her fingers rubbing her cunt
furiously through her panties.  She was one of the few people in the room
who still had some remnant of clothing on.

   "Wild, isn't it?"

   The voice came from behind her.  The words were barely spoken when she
felt a hot, hard, naked cock sneaking under the elastic of her panties and
into the crease of her ass.

   She turned her head.  "It's the wildest I've ever seen!"

   "I'm Dale Hodges."

   Then she recognized him.  "Oh, yes.  Marta told me about you.  She says
you're a fabulous fuck."

   "Would you like to find out?" Dale chuckled.

   "Isn't that what we're here for?" Gilda grinned, letting herself slide
to the floor.  "You sure the boss won't mind?" he asked, sliding her
panties off.

   "What do you think?" Gilda laughed, nodding her head toward the bar
where Chad sat watching the action.  A young blonde from the mail room was
between his legs, wildly sucking his cock.

   "I guess he won't mind," Dale said, leaning forward and burying his face
in her cunt.

   As soon as his lips made contact, Gilda arched her back.  She cried out.
She felt his lips pulling, tugging, nibbling at her cuntlips.  Then she
felt the firmness of his tongue as it entered her cunthole and was drawn
out again.

   "Ohhhhhh, Dale . . .  that's wonderful . . .  wonderful!" she moaned,
her head rolling from side to side.

   He spread her legs wider and licked hungrily at her cunt, moving down
toward her puckered asshole and back up again.  Every time his tongue
grazed her clit, Gilda's body went rigid.  Every muscle tightened.  He
moved his tongue over every inch of her pussy, tasting the sweetness of her
juices, engulfed in the heady aroma.

   He moved back to her clit and began to roll it between his lips, feeling
it grow hard and swollen.  He could barely stand it.  He felt his prick
begin to throb violently.  He stopped licking at her, trying to stem the
tide he felt in his balls.  Gilda moaned and rolled from side to side, her
body alive and hot.

   As she reached for the young man's cock, she could hear the rutting and
panting and snorting of other couples fucking around them.  But, when she
felt Dale's hard cock, she forgot all about them.

   "Oh, fuck me now!  Give me some cock in my cunt!" she cried, dragging
him up over her body.

   Dale knelt between her legs and reached under her ass to lift them up.
He rested on his elbows.  Her entire cunt was spread open in front of him.
He watched the juice ooze out of her pussy as her muscles clenched and
unclenched the opening, beckoning him, wanting him.  He could feel his
balls tighten up and his body shuddered as he leaned forward and plunged
his cock inside her cunt.

   It was too much for Gilda.  She screamed and thrust her hips upward
wildly as she felt her stomach knot up as another come burst out of her in
an explosion of ecstasy.  Her cunt throbbed crazily as Dale plunged his
giant prick in and out of her pussy.

   He raised up.  She pushed herself forward as he guided his rampaging
prick into her cunt.

   He went in smoothly and strongly, feeling her cunt muscles swollen and
pulsing as they closed around his cock.  It felt like tight fists, opening
and closing around him, hot and wet.  He began to pump in and out of her
desperately, feeling as though he were riding the crest of a wave about to
break.  He felt his balls tighten even more and he pistoned harder and
faster.

   Gilda clamped her legs around his back, pushing up to him, becoming part
of him in perfect unison.

   Their bodies suddenly stiffened as one.  They both cried out as they
exploded together.  Gilda felt his load of jism spurt out of his prick and
fill her cunt with liquid fire.  His cock throbbed and pulsed as spurt
after spurt of cum shot out of his prick.  They could both feel their fuck
juices melting together inside her.

   "Ohhhhh, baby, it's good ...  so good," Dale hissed.

   "Don't pull it out yet," Gilda groaned.  "Leave it in me, let it soak
while we watch!"

   Trixie still ate Marta's pussy, but it was evident to those looking on
that she was tiring.  It was also evident that Marta was enjoying every
lash of his tongue but wouldn't give in, wouldn't let herself go on the
thick, sucking lips.  She held on for all she was worth.

   Then Trixie began wildly attacking her clit, kneading the little nub of
flesh with her lips, biting it with her sharp teeth.  And Marta could hold
out no longer.  She dug her fingers into Trixie's back and cried out,
arching her back and squeezing her thighs together, smothering the sucking
girl.

   "Uhh . . .  uhhhh, uhhhhh!" And her flesh collapsed, smacking on the
floor.

   Trixie was about to pull her face from the brunette's creaming cunt,
when Marta grabbed her, yanking her back into her cunt.

   "More, MORE!" Marta cried.  "Suck me some more!  MAKE MY PUSSY COME
AGAIN!"

   "I can't, honey," Trixie said, rolling away.  "I'm wasted!"

   "SOMEBODY FUCK ME!" Marta shrieked.

   Three men immediately knelt to satisfy her needs-one in her cunt, one in
her asshole, and the third in her mouth.

   Dale, Hodges' cock was hard again.  He fell forward on top of Gilda and
buried his face in her pillow like tits, taking the nipples in his hot
mouth and biting at them.

   Gilda's eyes were wild with desire.  "I want your prick in my mouth,
Dale!  Please ...  let me suck it!"

   Quickly, he rolled over onto his back, his body convulsing as he felt
the boiling cum begin to churn upwards once more from his balls.

   Gilda bent over him and took his prick in her mouth, tasting their fuck
juices.  She sucked hard at his rigid cock, feeling it throb and twitch
against her tongue.  She put her hand around the base of his prick and
squeezed, while she took hold of his balls with her other hand and
squeezed. She felt his hot cum blast against the back of her throat.  She
tasted the bittersweet liquid as her mouth filled to overflowing.  She
gulped hungrily and swallowed again and again, not wanting to lose a single
drop of cum.

   She held his prick in her mouth for a long time, gradually releasing the
suction.  She felt him go limp and she kissed his cock tenderly, as though
she were trying to soothe it.

   Then she realized that he was through, at least for now.

   She stood and looked around the room.  Marta had obviously gotten the
ball rolling, all right.  Bernie Evers was ramming his cock in and out of
Trixie's asshole, while a second girl stood in front of him rubbing her
pussy all over his face.

   A dozen other couples were rolling and writhing on the floor in various
stages of fucking.

   Gilda's eyes fell on Chad.  He had fucked out the little blonde from the
mail room.  Gilda noticed with delight that his cock was still upright as
the blonde staggered away.

   She moved to the bar and crawled up onto his lap.

   "Mind giving your best girl some cock?" she crooned.

   Her hand positioned his prick and she slid down until the wet sleeve of
her cunt took him.

   "Ohhhhh, shit, honey, you're still the best," Chad moaned, hunching up
into her.

   They soon began to fuck franticly as both their bodies were overcome
with the forceful sensations of their ogasms.

   Gilda cried out desperately as the she felt a dam break inside her and
release a flood of passion that carried her on a rolling wave, endless and
powerful.  There was no distinction for her between the ending of one
orgasm and the beginning of another.  It all melted together in one giant
ball of fire that consumed her in sides.

   "COME!  COME WITH ME, DARLING!" she shrieked.

   Chad pistoned up with passion driven fury, every nerve ending in his
body screaming out for release.  He felt his balls tighten, the fire in him
turning them into hot coals.  The jism inside them boiled, and then he
could feel the hot cum shooting up through his prick in spurts and firing
against her cunt like a machine gun.

   The hot, creamy jism engulfed his prick inside her and mingled with her
own juices, running back out of her and down his balls.  He pulled back and
then plunged into her once more, sending more hot cum deep into her pussy.
Their bodies were completely overwhelmed with the tremendous feeling of
relief as it welded them together.

   His face was nestled in her perfumed hair.  "You know, Gilda, I was just
thinking . . .  "

   "What . . .  ?"

   "We ought to have a middle of the year party like this . . .  invite
some of our prime clients."

   Gilda chuckled.  "If you let Gilda and her girls get a hold of some of
your prime clients at a party like this, darling, your sales will triple!"

   "Then we'll have to expand," Chad laughed.

   "All the better!" Gilda exclaimed.  "Bigger office staff . . .  bigger
parties ..."

   The End
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