CWS-193  The Abducted Wife
(Rod Strong)


CHAPTER ONE

When the moving van finally pulled away, Carol Warner still didn't know what to do next. Everything was in such a jumble, she didn't know what to place where first. Thank goodness her husband had the foresight to have the carpeting put in the week before, and he'd seen to it the kitchen and washing appliances had been installed a day earlier. All she had to deal with was the actual placement of the furniture.

It was a nice house, not too large, not too small, and Carol, who had been brought up in an apartment, and who had lived in one the first two years of her married life, was thrilled at the prospect of her own home. She was also thrilled that her husband was coming up in the insurance world. He had started as a salesman, and now was the top assistant manager of the new suburban branch of The Monumental Life Insurance Company.

It had been nothing short of a fantastic piece of luck that Bob, her husband, had found this house right next door to the manager of the new branch. The two of them would alternate driving to work each day, car pooling, saving the Warners from having to buy a second car in these energy troubled times. The whole neighborhood seemed to be peopled with members of Monumental Insurance. Right across the street was the district supervisor, who presided over all the different managers in the region, and down the block was the director of agencies, who presided over the different supervisors. Everything was looking rosy.

Carol was standing out on the front lawn, trying to get her head together. Some of the neighbors were already there, helping her husband move the furniture in his den, downstairs.

Carol was a tiny woman, standing an inch under five feet, with jet-black hair, naturally tan skin, flashing brown eyes, and the kind of figure one associated with sex bombshells. Her measurements were thirty-six (B) twenty-two, thirty-five. Even the drab paisley housedress she wore clung tightly to her figure, and though it came past her knees, it was obvious her short legs had nice calves and narrow ankles.

At the moment, her hair was short, cut to complement her oval face, making her look like a small store manikin someone wanted to buy and take home, just to look at for the rest of his life. She was petite, yet buxom; beautiful, yet innocent.

At the moment she was under the scrutiny of Arthur Kling, the district supervisor who lived across the street. Like Carol, Arthur was short and dark, but with slicked-back greasy hair. He had a short, sharp nose, and thin, compressed lips, and at the moment he was dressed in a white shirt and grey slacks. It was Friday afternoon, and there would be no company business until Monday. At the moment he was looking at Carol, his figurative tongue hanging out, sweat already breaking out on his brow as he contemplated how he was going to bed this one. He was going to bed her, of that he had no doubt. It was simply a question of whether he was going to go about it deviously, or whether he was going to be straightforward about it. Either way, Carol Warner would have no choice.

"Why don't you get your mind off that woman, already," his blonde wife, Arlene, said.

Arlene was taller than her husband by two inches, and her long hair was silver-blonde. She had bright brown eyes, a broad nose, and full lips, but the rest of her was on the slender side. Her breasts were small, her waist very narrow, and her hips almost boyish. Yet Arthur Kling had taught her well, and no matter how many women he laid, he had to admit, his wife was still the best cunt around.

At the moment she was wearing a housecoat, even though it was late afternoon. Arlene was a late riser, because she did a lot of entertaining for her husband, especially on weekends. She and Arthur had an agreement. She allowed him to fuck as many women as he wished, provided he had something left over for her, and she was also entitled to enjoy a man for every woman he bedded. However, Arlene still had a lot of catching up to do. For some reason she found almost no men who really attracted her, though now and again when one did, she really went to town with him. Bob Warner, Carol's husband, tall, slender, with light-brown hair, had looked good to her but she had not been able to see much of him since he was inside, doing most of the physical work.

Arlene knew her husband like a book, and the moment she had seen Carol, she knew Arthur was contemplating just how he was going to screw her.

"She has one nice ass," Arthur was saying.

"You might be way off base with her, Arthur. You know, there are some women in this world who just won't suffer 'the fate worse than death,' no matter what. What in hell makes you think she'll strip off her panties for you, even if it's as obvious to her as it is to every other woman in the neighborhood that in spite of your height, you're hung like a stallion and fantastic in bed."

"I'm not in the least bit worried about it," Arthur said to her. "I can see the way you looked at her husband, and knowing you as I do, the two of us will be working on it. It'll only be a matter of time, and not much time at that before we're both bedded down. I'm certain he'll be far more willing than she, but I'll nail her.

"I don't know," Arlene shrugged. "I get the feeling Mrs. Goody Two-Shoes across the street won't dig either of us too much. We're the kind who move too quickly for an innocent like that. Notice how she can't look any of those men talking to her in the face for any length of time?"

"Ah, that only serves to make it all the more challenging," Arthur said to her. "That's the kind of innocent bitch I'd love to see with her thighs spread wide and begging for more when I finally shove it into her."

"Mmmm! You are a sadistic son of a bitch, Arthur. But the truth is, once you do put it to her, she probably will beg you for more. What is she, twenty-four, twenty-five? What does she know of life? Now me, I'm thirty-eight, and I know what a good cock can really do. Which brings me to the point, if you'll pardon the pun. What say we continue our discussion in the playpen. The two of us think much better when we're lying down."

"Wellllll..."

"Come on, Arthur. You can't get her today, so settle for me."

"All right, all right," Arthur grinned at her. "Let's say you've twisted my arm." and he reached behind her, placing his hands on her small, perfectly rounded buttocks, gently kneading the softly resilient flesh.

"Ahhh... that's nice, but you know, I can think of much better things to twist than your arm, sweetheart," she said, laughing, at the same time allowing her own slender hand with its flexible fingers to slip down over his flat stomach and close tightly around the hardened length of his throbbing penis as it pushed against his pants.

Arthur automatically responded by running the tips of his fingers under her robe, up the full length of the dark crevice between her fleshy buttocks encased in taut white nylon, sending chills of lascivious anticipation shuddering through her quivering and anxious body.

"Ummm," she sighed, moaning down at him, her eyes closed now from the continuing rising tide of shuddering sensuality flooding through her body. Her full moist lips parted as she looked down at him, saying, "Husband, you're just asking for trouble, but then I suppose you're aware of that. You, of all people, ought to know better than to start something you can't finish," she warned, playfully squeezing the soft ovals of his scrotum-encased testicles through the rough material of his trousers.

"Uuuunnhhh... Jesus, woman!" the man gasped as he felt his heavy penis throbbing more vibrantly than ever inside the tight restriction of his Jockey shorts. "Hey, don't you fret about it, honey. Old Peter is ready for action down there, and more than anxious to get going."

Arthur pressed his hot, hungry, open mouth against that of his wife as she leaned her head down. He lashed his flicking tongue deep into the delicious coral wetness of her open mouth. She began sucking greedily at the serpentine length of his oral organ as he thrust it deeper and deeper into her mouth, causing a series of low groans from her womanly breast as she turned and began writhing her long body against his. Arthur's extended middle finger began pushing the smooth, flimsy covering nylon of her panties into the narrowly firm, warm crevice between her taut buttocks, and then rubbed very lightly through the material at the tiny little puckered, brown, prune-like flesh that was her anus, causing the blonde woman's body to shudder violently against his.

Arlene groaned again, her body starting to shudder violently against his, and her hand massaged his testicles all the more firmly. Soon she had her husband groaning loudly into the heatedly growing wetness of her mouth. Suddenly she jerked her mouth away from his, feeling her boiling blood bubbling in her veins, and her lips swelled tumescently from the constant sucking and nibbling of his chewing teeth. At the same time she took a firm grip on the fully erect length of her husband's throbbingly swollen phallus through his pants and began pulling desperately on it as if she were unable to wait.

"Come on, come on, come on," she insisted, her voice very hoarse as she led him up the five stairs to the bedroom level of the split-level house. She continued tugging on him, leading him to the bedroom.

Once they were inside, she sat her husband on the bed, and then peeled off her robe. She stripped off her panties and stood in front of him, letting the fresh, clean odor of bath salts rise from her body. Then she slowly moved around until she was at the side of the bed, and she slowly, sensuously lay down, spreading her thighs wide apart while Arthur leaped to his feet and began hurriedly undressing.

Arlene considered herself lucky to be married to Arthur Kling. He was better than middle class as far as earnings were concerned, and even though he would never be rich, he had always provided for her, well enough. That was because no one was as good a regional supervisor as her husband, and were he to leave Monumental Insurance any other insurance company would be more than happy to pick him up. He was very demanding in his sexual needs, but Arlene didn't mind that at all. Her own tastes, over the years, had developed to the point where they were almost as varied as those of her husband, and if she wanted to, she always got something out of his going to bed with another woman. Too, when she came up with some new idea, some sexual innovation such as letting him lick her vagina with a coating of oil of Wintergreen on his tongue, he not only went along with it, but would have been bitterly disappointed had she excluded him from it. She was always there to satisfy his demands, yet he had total freedom to indulge in extra-marital activities. For some reason, their extra-marital involvement brought the two of them even closer together to one another. They avoided open things such as swap parties. After all, as an insurance executive, he had to maintain some kind of decorum. She, being his wife, also had to be discreet about her own affairs, but somehow she managed without any trouble.

They had made a rule which both of them adhered to, closely. No involvement with others outside of physical satisfaction. The whole thing had worked out very well. It was like being married and being single, both at the same time. Arlene had found it very much to her liking.

So many of their friends who had been married as long as they - nineteen years now - had become tired of one another, and with no kind of diversion in their hum-drum, boring suburban lives, they had turned into boring, unpleasant individuals who irritated themselves as much as others. Arlene had to admit, she was truly grateful for her husband and the kind of lives they led.

It was true he'd had a-difficult time talking to Arlene into his way of thinking prior to their getting married. But he had shown her how her own parents were bored with each other, and he asked her if this was the way she wanted her own life to be.

In the beginning, after they were married, he was the only one who had affairs. However she did become temporarily enamored of one man working at one of the agencies that fell under her husband's regional supervision, and in spite of feeling nervous that first time, found almost no difficulty in seducing the man. Now, whenever her husband planned to bed with another woman, Arlene prepared herself for it in advance, looking at the woman's husband, trying to decide whether the man was worth it. Christ! It added one helluva lot of spice to her life.

She had no idea how others were able to go on day after day without the prospect of something different in the offing all the time. It was as if what she and her husband were doing was rejuvenating the two of them.

Arthur was down to his jockey shorts now, and, as always, Arlene watched with glowing interest, her wide eyes sparkling as her husband unveiled the magnificent monument he had between his thighs. It was standing now, fully erect, the head as large as her own closed fist, an angry red in color, and once again she marveled at the fact that she or any other woman was capable of taking such a magnificent instrument into her depths. She began twisting and grinding her excitedly trembling buttocks into the bed as she felt her entire inner self coming vibrantly to life. A gentle throbbing had begun in her loins, and the nipples of her breasts were already fully erect.

"Ohhhhhhh... yessssssssss!" she hissed, her voice a soft, sibilant moan as she licked her sensuously full lips while staring hungrily at his fleshy rod.

The penis jerked heavily as Arthur feasted his eyes hungrily on the lushness of his wife's naked flesh, his burning gaze firmly fixed on the pink, shuddering flesh that was the slit in her vagina showing between the silken blonde hair of her pubic area.

"I have to admit, whether I make it with you once a week or three times a day, each time seems like a totally new experience," Arthur said to his wife.

It never ceased to amaze the man that his wife's provocative body still looked good to him after nineteen years of marriage. Now her mouth curled up in a licentiously teasing little smile as she stared at the fullness of his throbbing cock, watching the way it jerked over his heavy balls. The way she looked at him filled him with thrilled, sudden excitement, and he wanted her.

She was spreading her thighs even more teasingly wide now, revealing the moistening lips of her shuddering pussy that much better to his hungry gaze. He sucked in his breath as he became excited, aroused to the point where he felt the pulses in his temples wildly pounding.

"Spread those lips a little wider with your fingers," he told her, his voice heavily hoarse as he moved to the foot of the bed to see her better.

She smiled almost shyly and reached down between her smooth white thighs, seeking, and finally finding the tiny pink swamp of her vagina with the probe of her middle finger and painted red nail. She spread the soft resilience of her blonde curls, and then her fingernail, like a flame, flashed up and down as she began massaging her eager clitoris to life, now gently undulating her flaring hips and half-closing her wide eyes.

The sight of her acting so licentious, where only a few moments ago she had seemed somewhat reserved excited Arthur Kling as nothing else in the world. He watched her, arousing herself, bringing her body to full heat, and he knew there was no bitch in the entire world as hot as his own wife.

He let his eyes wander over the unending, well-rounded curves of her lasciviously spread body, ripples of thrilling sensation whirling over his naked skin and moving into the center of his throbbing, pulsating loins, swelling his thickened lance of cock even more. His staring eyes greedily took in the high-rising orbs of her rounded breasts, always firm and with nipples solidly erect, belying the fact that they weren't overly large.

Out of the pink, circular areolae, her twin nipples stood proudly upward, seemingly describing tiny circles in the air as she lightly rocked her body from side to side while smilingly teasing him, looking up at him and fingering her clitoris at the same time. Her waist was still as narrow as the day he had married her and curved way in under the small, firm white breasts, her navel a dark jewel set in her tautly flat belly. Her hips below flared very slightly, and then there was that silky triangle of blonde pubic curls set in the middle. Her long, girlish legs tapered softly from the narrow, slender thighs all the way down to her curving calves and narrowly trim, white ankles and feet which always had red, pedicured nails.

Arthur Kling had been a confirmed bachelor when he had met Arlene, nearly twenty years earlier. She had been the only girl in the bar who hadn't gotten drunk and tried to ape the girls who were dancing on the platform above, whirling their tassels. She had been thin then, too, and her breasts had been too small for his tastes, her hips too narrow, her thighs too slender. Still, she had been a lady, and he had been drawn to her.

It had taken weeks to convince her to go out with him, and after that, it had taken months to convince her to go to bed with him without a marriage license. Right from the moment he had deflowered her, she had taken to sex as no other female he had ever known, and even though her initial responses were those of an unknowing amateur, there was a basic movement in her that had convinced him were he to let this one go, he would regret it the rest of his life.

Still, he had to have his cake and eat it, so he had convinced her to marry him, telling her he would not be faithful to her, but that he would always provide for her, and he would always see to it she had her full share of sex. It had taken a long time to convince her, and after they were married, it had taken her a while to follow his lead and discover the joys of infidelity for herself. But when it had finally happened, he was overjoyed to see the way she took to it, and this brought them closer together than ever, making them both realize how much they loved one another.

Arlene hadn't changed too much since she'd been nineteen, except for the better, and the truth of the matter was, if he weren't such a lascivious bastard, she would have been woman-enough to satisfy him and two more like him. Even now, at thirty-eight, almost thirty-nine years old, she was too much for any two men, which was probably why she had taken so well to enjoying other men. She had eased into it gradually and had never regretted it.

Arthur flicked his dark brown eyes back down to the sparsely hedged valley at the tops of her alabaster-colored, softly smooth and tapered thighs where he was able to peer between her spread legs, looking at the pink narrowness of her still-tight vaginal slit shining brightly now with her own excitedly seeping inner womanly juices.

With her other hand, Arlene patted the bed beside her, motioning her husband to take his place beside her.

"If you're just going to go on standing there for the rest of the afternoon, the least you can do is put your hand on that big hard organ of yours and tug it a little. Come on, give me a thrill, hubby," she said, teasing him.

Arlene was aware, from the lascivious look on the man's hungry face, that he was more than anxious to spring into action, and she began wriggling, squirming her buttocks firmly on the softly resisting mattress so that her firmly fleshed buttocks were grinding teasingly against the coverlet beneath her. She enjoyed the way her lewd exhibition made his throbbing penis jerk up and tighten the scrotal skin containing his testicles.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to cock-tease me," Arthur hungrily growled at his wife as she continued obscenely gyrating. He moved around the side of the bed and sat down beside her, reaching out at the same time to run his hands over her fully ripe breasts, pausing to pinch a fleshy pink nipple playfully. "But then again, you don't have the kind of self-control it takes to cock-tease a man," he added, his voice husky with want now as her free hand brushed over his masculine thigh and took a firm grip on the rigid stiffness of his throbbing, quivering penis.

"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped. "That's so nice and hard! It always gets that way when I want it to," she said, raising her head and looking longingly at his throbbing cock.

"It always does," he told her as he reached out, letting his fingertips run lightly down over the smooth white flatness of her stomach and into the blonde patch of sparse, curling pubic hair under her still working hand on her own pussy. Slowly his hand forced its way under her massaging fingers and took over with his own, feeling the rising little bud against his fingertip quiver under his shuddering touch. Beneath it, he listened to his wife groan softly, and then her fingers tightened around his cock, squeezing it as if in answer to what he was doing.

Arthur felt the steaming heat continuing to intensify between his wife's open thighs, and reaching forward, he dipped his middle finger into the rich pinkness of her vaginal swamp, inserting the tip in the rounded mouth leading to her throbbing tunnel.

"Oh no you don't," Arlene suddenly snapped, holding him steady by firmly pressing the circle of her hand very tightly down against the hair-surrounded base of his large, swollenly pulsating penis. "First you and I have our little discussion concerning that lovely little brunette piece of ass for whom you've suddenly developed an acute case of the hots. Then I get my prize, remember?" she sassed playfully, letting her fingers drag through the sparse hairs bristling on the heavy swells of his scrotum.

"Haaaaauuuuunnnnngggghhhhh!" he gasped. "You keep doing that, and I'll spurt the stuff all over you so you can take a bath in it," the man groaned. "First and foremost, your hubby is going to ream out that hungry little snapping pussy of yours, and then, dear wife, you and I will be able to do all the talking you want," he insisted, starting to rise in spite of the tightly crushing grip on his penis.

"Oh no you don't," Arlene giggled as she clamped her thighs all the more tightly together around the probing length of his fingers. "You were going to get me all steamed up with your plans for little cute-ass Carol Warner weren't you, and now you want to back out of the deal. Buddy, if you want wifey's cunt, then you're going to do a little talking, first."

"Come on, come on," Arthur Kling said impatiently, "is this any way to treat your loving and adorable husband? Let's stop horsing around. Spread those slender thighs, baby!" He dug his fingers solidly into the hidden, tightly clenched bog of her pink pussy as he spoke, and she squirmed on his hand in her resistance.

"No way!" she insisted. "First we're going to talk about the way you and I are going to seduce that sexy Carol Warner and her handsome husband. Then yon can have as much of my hot little cunt as your heart desires."

"Good God! She wants to hear about some other guy's cock at a time like this, while she's still holding onto mine," the man mockingly groaned, his eyes lifting themselves to the ceiling.

"Well that's the best part, my love," she laughed. "You might as well get started talking, or the sun'll soon be going down before you and I get going here."

Arlene sensed her husband was about to agree, and she loosened the tight hold her thighs had around his gripping hand, and she teasingly began tugging on the outer length of his rigidly throbbing cock, yanking it back and forth, pulling her fist tightly around the corona, making the red tip of his cock glisten all the more brightly. As he began talking, she cradled his soft-skinned testicles in her clutching hand, bringing soft grunts of lust from the depths of his chest.

"Make up your mind, favorite husband," she insisted.

"You make up your mind," the man began groaning as he tightly clenched his teeth because of the continually aching sensations her gently fondling fingers created while rolling his testicles about in their sac. "How the hell can I think when you're driving me up the wall?"

"I have confidence you can do it, darling," Arlene told him. "Just think about that sexy little brunette who moved in across the street, and tell me how this cock of yours is going to poke around in the heated depths of her screaming little pussy."

Once again, thinking of fucking the beautiful wife of the new assistant manager at the local office sent shivers of sensation charging through Arthur Kling's body, causing his swollen cock to jerk and bounce uncontrollably in his wife's hand. She playfully ran her painted fingernails up and down the bulging urethral tube in the underside of his penis as she rolled the smooth head more and more quickly between her fingertips.

Arthur concentrated, tightly gritting his teeth together and then he began. "All right, all right, it seems to me we have to get to the husband first. If he's screwing you, then one way or another it's just a matter of time until I can convince her she has to do the same thing for me, or else I'll demote her husband, or possibly get him bounced from the company, altogether."

"Well, well, well," Arlene smiled. "Then you have an important job for me in this seduction after all," she whispered softly, continually rubbing her fingers, constantly tantalizing his throbbing penis, again slowly sliding her hand up and down the outer shell of flesh, occasionally smearing the tiny colorless pearls of oozing seminal oil wetly around the breadth of the near bursting head.

"Ooooonnnnggggghhhhh!" he gasped. "That's too good, honey!" He was groaning, tugging his hand away from the ovoid shape of her pink tunnel, twisting on the bed to allow his wife better access to this throbbing cock. "Yeah, yeah, that's gonna be your job, and for you it'll be no trouble at all. Hell! It'll be more like a busman's holiday, if you get my meaning."

Arlene continued delightedly yanking on the hardened length of his throbbing shaft, gripping it as he lay flat on his back and squirming, pulling it up, letting it twang back against the flat of his belly, saying, "No need to get cute, darling. But suppose you tell me, just how am I supposed to get this Bob Warner into the sack?"

"I've already invited the couple here tomorrow night for a get-acquainted, neighborly chat. I have it from a reliable source at his office that he tends to become a little uninhibited once he takes a drink. I'll take the wife back across the street to the house of Mike Tashman, the manager of the office, and you, in the meanwhile, get out that sexy deck of playing cards and play gin rummy with him for awhile."

"Ahhhhh, that I like. Too bad we can't let her see the deck of cards, too. I'll bet it'd shock the prissy little ass off her. Jesus! If that man is hung half as good as he looks, his cock is going to be in for a lot of fun."

Arlene rolled onto her belly now, her face very close to the stiffly standing penis of her anxious husband, her breath heatedly warming the oozing tip that was still leaking bubbling juices. She twitched the smoothly rounded globes of her ivory asscheeks, moving them circularly and up and down at the same time, as if a cock had poked through the mattress and was rummaging in her belly as she looked at the slickness of the penile head and yanked hard on the outside of the throbbing shaft.

"Go on, go on," she gasped, eagerly, "tell me what happens next." Her voice was crooning as her eyes watched the way the tip of his throbbing penis reached upward as her heatedly teasing breath washed over the fully exposed, wetly soaking head. Abruptly, she wriggled still closer to him so her lips were almost, not quite, touching the smooth skin of his throbbing penis, and she was able to smell the acrid sweetness. Rushes of delighted want continued seething through her quivering body. "Well, go on," she insistently teased, looking up at his face so he was able to enjoy seeing her lovely face so close to the tip of his palpitating penis.

Arthur gulped, forcing himself to swallow quickly as he saw her face lower slowly over his loins and then felt the initial teasing flick of her tantalizing tongue running hotly along his urgently swelling penis's head. Her tight, squeezing fingers continued clinging to his clump of doughy testicles, gently teasing them, rubbing them carefully against one another as if they were two walnuts she was thinking of smashing together in order to break them open and get at the meat inside. Arthur licked his lips nervously, his brain floating in a pool of lascivious need.

"Well, from then on I'm depending on you to kind of overwhelm him with your sexuality. You'll take him down to the playroom, open the sofa bed, and let him give it to you there. Naturally, after awhile, I'll bring his wife back, but instead of coming inside, we'll walk around to the rear of the house so I can show her my swimming pool. You'll have the light on in the den, so we'll see it, and curiously, the two of us will look through the window."

"Oooooohhhhh... yesssss... I like it, I like it," she insisted, letting her tongue lick back and forth against the underside of his penis, making him bounce and twitch and shudder with delight.

"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhh... that feels so good," he gasped.

He thrilled to the pressure of the soft, warm wetness of her tight lips as she closed her tantalizing mouth firmly around the pulsating head of his swollen cock. He automatically thrust his loins straight up, reaching his hands out to her bobbing head and placing his fingers on her skull. He tangled his hands in her beautiful silvery blonde hair, forcing her face farther down onto his upthrusting hardness, leaning back against the bed's pillows in order to see her sexy lips tightly pursed around the thickness of his throbbing rod.

She squeezed his testicles a little harder, pulling her head up but keeping her lips around his glans as she mumbled words which sounded like, "Go on! Tell me more!" But now the man was methodically pumping his hard cock in and out of her tightly gripping mouth, her cheeks inflating and deflating, depending on whether it was an instroke or outstroke. At the same time he was thrilled by the movement of her swiftly working tongue circling the throbbing head as he pulled back for another thrust.

"I'll finish later," he gasped, and at the same time he began increasing the speed of his cock, moving in and out, in and out. "For now, you keep sucking, m'love, and I'll tell you all the rest of it, later. Come on, honey, suck!"

As he stared at her lovely, intently slaving face, her long and beautiful eyelashes fluttering into contact with her bloated cheeks, he was aware of the burning saliva in her mouth flooding around the length of his constantly pulsating penis, bathing it like warm, melted butter. The man shuddered and dug his heels into the mattress, arching his back and slamming the length of his hard cock deeper and deeper into her mouth as he continued watching with growing passion, staring at her ovalled lips continually moving up and down the entire length of his throbbingly glistening stiffness. Her nostrils were flaring, and he felt the burning of her hot breath on the bare flesh of his trembling belly. She took more and more of his pulsing penis into the seething depths of her mouth until, at this point, all that didn't enter her mouth was a narrow band of base for two of her small fingers, her forefinger and thumb, to encircle as it remained protruding from between her tightly clasping lips.

The seething flesh of her soft lips clung to his stiffness each time she bobbed her head upward, and she began sucking hungrily and noisily, the maddening licking of her tongue on the outstroke making the man's loins continually pulsate as she performed her expert task as if hypnotized by what she was doing, her ripely fleshed breasts dancing and jiggling rhythmically beneath her swaying torso.

"Suck it, baby, suck it!" the man gasped, and his eyelids clamped shut very suddenly, and, for a brief moment he began picturing the lovely brunette wife of Bob Warner taking his penis like this into her mouth. God-almighty! If it ever happened, he would shove it so far back into her tight, tantalizing throat she would feel it touching her tonsils, by heaven, and he would spray enough of his sperm into her to fill her snooty little belly to the bursting point. It was well known around Bob Warner's office that his wife, though ambitious, was very stand-offish with anyone unable to help her husband in his chosen occupation. Well Arthur Kling was definitely in a position to either help or hinder the man, and his wife's behavior would determine precisely what Kling would do.

"Harder!" he gasped, shuddering. "Suck my cock harder, you sweet, wonderful bitch, you!" he groaned to his wife who was now slaving vigorously on the length of his penis, below.

He was already aware of a boiling pressure building in his balls, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he splashed the fluid into her mouth. The intensifying pressure seemed to tantalizingly spread throughout his entire body as he fucked his throbbing cock all the more quickly into the tightness of her ovalled lips, ignoring her grunts of protest as he rammed it mercilessly all the way into the back of her gullet. Then, like a steam locomotive picking up speed he felt the pressure building, building, building until finally he realized he was unable to hold back any longer.

"EEEEE YYYYY AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH!" he bellowed out loud, and the heated stream of sperm began shooting through the steel rail of his wetly flashing cock. He yelled again and again, his mouth wide open, feeling as if his body were being torn apart in an explosion, all of him flying wildly apart in a series of tiny, disconnected parts.

His white-hot loins began a sudden, wild bucking, and a continual series of rapid-fire spasms that continually gushed mouthful after mouthful of his burning, inner lava, filling the woman's bloated cheeks, making her swallow repeatedly just to keep from drowning.

"Don't stop... don't stop... not yet..." he gasped. "Keep sucking... keep drinking..." he ordered hoarsely, jerking her lovely head even more solidly onto his wildly shooting cock.

Arlene continued sucking in a maddening, crazed, and totally uncontrolled frenzy, because the pressure of her husband's cock in her throat really had her going, and before it had a chance to shrink, she was pushing the tip against her nerve-endings again and again, making herself feel a minor orgasm. It wasn't enough to make her yell or lose control, but it was enough to keep her calm, and she continued her sucking. Greedily she drank all the sperm coming from his penis, gulping it down in waves, in spurts, in dribbles, and finally in single droplets before finally realizing he just had no more to give. The penis flaccidly shrank until there was almost nothing left for her to suck.


CHAPTER TWO

"Now!" Arlene said, lifting her head from her husband's penis. "Let's hear more about those plans. Just how are you going to get that brunette flat on her back?" she teased, a knowing twinkle lighting up her eye.

"As if you didn't know, you blonde bitch!" he laughed. "You took her right off my mind."

"Come on, come on, in a little while you'll be good as new, and you'll be able to rise to the occasion all over again. Now tell me in detail how my getting Bob to fuck me is going to get you into his darling wife's panties. I mean, I can see how I'm going to enjoy this considerably," she told him, a light of lascivious expectation flicking on deep in her brilliant eyes.

"Simple enough. Once we look through the window and see what's going on, I'll become so angry, I'll let her know in no uncertain terms I intend firing him for doing this thing. She's so ambitious for her husband, she'll do anything to convince me not to do it. Why I wouldn't be surprised if she actually made the offer to me herself, without my having to do the seducing. Hell! It really ought to be something brilliant. The important thing is, once she starts putting out for me, she'll continue doing it for as long as it pleases me. She'll put out for me, and for anyone else I'm entertaining. Don't forget, Nate Mann, the director of agencies, lives just down the block, and every now and again I have to find a piece of ass to make him happy."

"I know, I know," Arlene smiled, rubbing her cunt. "I've been one of those pieces. Now suppose you get stiff again, and this time, fuck me in the cunt."


CHAPTER THREE

When it came to sex, Carol was still a very timid and shy woman. Though she didn't insist on going into a closet to undress, she preferred undressing in the dark, and though she was responsive to her husband's lovemaking, the orgasms she received, while satisfactory, were not overpowering, and so sex was something she accepted, but didn't feel was really necessary.

Bob, her husband, was always trying to make her do new things, but she insisted they weren't right. The best way to make love was flat on their backs, well, flat on her back, with him on top of her in the missionary position, pumping into her until the two of them achieved their satisfaction. Afterward, Carol took great care to wash herself out. She always thought of sperm as something almost dirty, and didn't like the idea of her body containing it. Perhaps this was the reason why she had never been able to become pregnant. She was always washing the sperm out of herself before it had a chance to really travel far enough into her. The few that did make it into her fallopian tube, weren't strong enough, by themselves, to penetrate the thickness surrounding her ovum Though it took only one little sperm to do the trick, literally millions were needed to batter at the portals of the egg within her, weakening it, making it ease its defenses just long enough for one of the little buggers to make its way inside, Carol wanted children, but it never occurred to her what she was doing was preventing them from coming into existence. Even if she knew, she would not have had any intention of changing her hygiene habits - at least not at the moment.

Right now it was Sunday, and Carol was very excited. She had met Arthur Kling, the regional manager only briefly two days before, when she had first moved into the house. Knowing who he was from her husband, she had been as courteous as possible to him, and when he had invited Bob and herself to his house for a little get-together on Sunday evening, after supper, she Had been overjoyed. He told her it would be a kind of private party, not too much to drink, really nothing to eat, and he would take on the honors of introducing her to all the other Monumental employees and wives in the neighborhood. The plan had been for them to go to his house on Saturday originally, but Carol had so much to do, she had called Mrs. Kling and had pleaded for an extra day. Arlene had assured her Sunday would be fine.

Carol had to admit, from what she had seen of Arlene Kling, the woman was certainly attractive enough. She wondered what this woman saw in the skinny runt of a husband she had married. Money, no doubt. Well she, Carol, had to be nice to that scrawny looking man, because the rumor was that Mike Tashman, the manager, was being moved to another agency. That being the case, one of the assistant manager's might well be in line to head the entire agency, and Carol wanted her husband to become the new head of the agency. If it took a couple of smiles and sweet words to Arthur Kling, why she would do that very willingly.

The Tashman's had been away for the weekend, and she had never met the wife of her husband's manager. They were back now, and Arthur Kling had promised to introduce her. Well, why not! It never hurt to be friendly.

Wearing a simple blue pullover nylon sweater and a soft grey skirt, Carol had on a pair of panties-in-pantyhose, and her small feet were pushed into blue walking shoes. She checked Bob to make sure he looked good in his blue pants and white short-sleeved shirt, open at the collar. Kling had insisted it be very informal. He had told Carol it was bad enough to have to dress up for work. On weekends he wanted total informality.

At eight o'clock the two of them walked across the street to the Kling house, and they were welcomed in by Arthur and Arlene. Arlene was wearing a simple pink dress, and she didn't have either pantyhose or stockings on. She had chosen to wear nylon foot coverings under her shoes. Arthur Kling had on a yellow short-sleeved shirt and grey pants, and he was all smiles.

They sat in the opulent living room for awhile, letting Carol do most of the talking about her hopes, her dreams, and her ambitions for Bob. Then Arlene served a round of mild cocktails, with some potato chips and dip. They talked, they walked around the house, and then Arthur offered to take Carol across the street and meet Mrs. Tashman.

"Do you play gin rummy?" Arlene asked Bob.

"Sure," he nodded.

"Okay, we'll manage to keep busy. I know Mona Tashman, and she's the kind of woman who can keep people occupied for hours. So unless you want to go over there, too, we can play a little cards," she told him.

"Cards, definitely cards," Bob insisted.

Mike Tashman was a nice-enough guy, but as far as Bob was concerned, the manager of his office was also something of a bore. It was enough he had to see the man five days a week. He would not screw up his two-day weekends with having to speak with the man unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Okay," Arthur said. "We'll be back, whenever...

Arlene smiled at her husband as he led Carol out the door.

Carol wondered why she was allowing herself to be maneuvered so easily, and yet she knew she didn't have much choice. Well, one thing was certain, and that was Arthur Kling certainly wasn't going to try anything funny while they were walking outside, even if it was already twilight.

"Come on," Arlene said to Bob, once her husband and Carol were out the door. "The cards are downstairs, in the den."

They went through the kitchen and then through the small halfway leading to the stairs. Down they went, into a well-lit basement that had been converted into a playroom/den. In the right hand corner was a large desk with bookshelves over it where Arthur did a lot of his work, and off to the left was a large pool table. Beyond the pool table, against the wall, was a large convertible sofa, and against the near wall was a small bridge table with two chairs. The cards were "conveniently" sitting on the table.

Arlene had brought a pitcher of martinis with her, and she filled both her own glass, and that of Bob Warner. She noticed he had been looking at her body, and though she knew she was on the slender side, she was still a stunning woman. She smiled to herself, realizing Bob Warner was the easiest kind of man to seduce. During the week he kept his mind strictly on business, and she was willing to bet he had never been unfaithful to his wife even once in all the time they had been married. But somewhere in the back of his brain there lurked a devil, aching to taunt him into scoring with another woman.

Bob picked up the cards as Arlene put the pitcher and her own glass down on the nearby bar, sitting on a barstool. Had she not been wearing one of the stylishly longer dresses, Bob would have immediately noticed her thighs were spreading. Yes, she ached for this handsome hunk of man, and she was determined to have him. At the moment, he was occupied, staring at the playing cards, looking at all the fornicating positions on them, in bright, brilliant color.

Good God! the man thought to himself. There's more to the Kling family than I had anticipated.

She watched the glassiness in his hungering eyes becoming even heavier as he stared at the cards, and from the way he lingered over some of the oral-genital acts it was obvious Carol was not giving him everything he would have wanted in his sex life.

"Like the cards?" she asked.

"Ohhhh... uhhhh... yes, I..." he said, and turned toward her with his glass in his hand, and suddenly some of it slopped over and spilled on her dress. "Oh Jesus!" he gasped. "I'm sorry, truly sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Hey, that's all right," she assured him. "The room with the washing machine and dryer is down here, in the basement, just beyond that little door over there. My dress is machine-washable, and it'll take about a half hour for it to be washed and dried. Don't worry."

Turning her back, she motioned for Bob to unzip her dress down the back. More than a little shaken, Bob, without thinking, reached out and pulled the zipper tab down, letting the man see she had on a brassiere, panties, and nothing else.

Without even looking at Bob, Arlene took the dress into the laundry room. She dumped it into the washing machine, added detergent and softener, then turned the machine on.

"We're civilized people, you and I," she told him. "I don't think it'll be necessary for me to wrap a towel around me. What do you think?"

"Uhhhh... well... uuuhhhh... n-o-o-o-o... I guess not," he said, nodding, sipping what was left of his drink, his eyes remaining locked on the blonde woman's lithe figure.

His cock was starting to throb insanely in his pants, but Arlene noticed he was doing his best not to concentrate on it, forcing himself to look at her face. She purposely lowered her eyes and stared at the pulsating bulge pressing out the pants in his groin, smiling, her soft, pink lips half-parted, and her eyes sizzling with lasciviousness, as if his throbbing penis was stiff because she had willed it to be that way.

"Oh my!" she teased, laughing lightly. "Bob, tell me, just what's going through your mind at the present time, huh?" she asked in mock surprise, and with her elbows resting on the bar behind her, she spread her thighs while sitting on the stool, letting the man see the golden wisps of curling hair protruding from the crotch of her panties.

"I... uhhhh... well... I... uuunnnnhhhh..." he was quaking, stuttering, suddenly realizing the woman was staring quite unabashedly at the lump between his thighs, seeing the swelling continuing to enlarge beneath the restraining material of his pants.

Arlene was chuckling a little louder, now.

"Hey, just what do you think is so funny?" Bob asked, feeling a little annoyed, thinking she was laughing at him. He was becoming indignant as a cover-up, not really knowing what to do or say at the moment.

"Whoa, Bob, take it easy," Arlene said, smiling. "Nothing's funny. In fact, it's almost tragic."

"Tragic? What are you talking about?"

"From what I can gather at looking at you right now, I'm willing to bet that your sex life isn't the greatest."

"Hey, now what the hell are you talking about?" he snapped, feeling a little angry that she should brazenly bring up a subject so delicate.

"I'm talking about that," the lovely blonde said, pointing to the bulge between his thighs. She slowly moved closer to him, then began whispering conspiratorially, as if trying to share in his deep, dark secret. "I'm referring to the fact that you have what is commonly known in the parlance as a hard-on."

The look on Bob Warner's face showed how utterly stunned he was by what the beautifully slender blonde woman was saying, and to see her mewling lips let the words actually slip from between them made the man that much more aroused.

"Uhhhh... yeah..." he nodded, trying to brazen it out. "So I have a hard-on. Like you said, we're civilized people. I'm not ashamed of it, and I'll even discuss it with you if you want."

Arlene leaned forward. When she had been in the laundry room, she had loosened the straps on her brassiere just enough, and now, as she leaned forward, she saw him looking straight down into her loose halter. He was staring hungrily at the smooth roundness of her small breasts, even seeing a little pink from her areolae, though he was unable to see her nipples.

"Yes," she said, "we are civilized people, so let's act civilized instead of hemming and hawing and behaving like Victorian fools. Be honest, Bob, would you like to fuck me?" At the same time she spread her thighs a little wider.

Her warm, heavy breath, covering his face, had the man so totally aroused, the imprint of her voice almost failed to register in his mind. Then, when it finally got through to him, and he finally understood exactly what it was she was saying, he simply didn't believe it.

"Hunh?" was all he managed to say.

"You do want to fuck me, don't you, Bob?" she asked again, pushing off the stool and standing straight, deliberately pointing with her right forefinger between her thighs. "I mean, in here, right in here, in my cunt!"

"Arlene," he gasped, using her first name for the first time, and then he quivered as her right hand reached out and began rubbing the front of his thigh. The tingling, electric touch of her hand made the man shudder and violently tremble, as if his entire nervous system had received some kind of an overpowering shock. "Arlene," he gasped again, "do you know what it is you're saying? I mean, are you aware of what you're doing to me?"

"Certainly," she nodded, smiling, rubbing her hand up and down the front of his left thigh, feeling the man start shuddering and quaking even more.

His body tensed and trembled, and she saw his penis starting to twitch even more. Her mind pictured his scrotum pulsing as the twin balls leaped up and down inside from the arousal and enjoyment, hurriedly manufacturing more and more sperm. If the sperm wasn't released shortly, he would be in agony. It was semen Arlene wanted sprayed inside her. She was painfully aware that the man more than wanted her. He needed her. God! She really felt sorry for him. His wife wasn't treating him right. Well, what the hell! All she'd be doing was some kind of a good deed. Yes, that was it, she would be doing the man a favor. Her moving fingers seemed to be burning holes in the leg of his pants as they silently moved closer and closer to his throbbing penis.

"Arlene," he gasped. "Cut it out! Don't do this! Hell! You know I'm only human."

But her hand continued moving toward his groin, closer and closer, making his aching, throbbing length of cock twitch even more.

"Of course you're only human," the beautiful blonde purred. "Do you think I would allow myself to be fucked by anyone other than a human being? What's more, I want it from an extra-special, extra-nice human male, like yourself, who, deep down, wants to fuck me even more than I want him to. You do want to fuck me, don't you, Bob?"

Her fingers continued climbing his inner thigh, moving closer and closer to his fulcrum. "Hhhaaauuuunnnngggggghh!" he gasped.

"My cunt is burning, Bob. It's so heated up I think someone must have lit a match inside. Either that, or it's spontaneous combustion. I need a good, strong firehose to put out the blaze. I need the right chemicals, too. Your sperm is just right. Bob, Come on, you can put my fire out with that big, fat delicious cock of yours. I can tell from the outline against your pants that you have one big, thick juicy hunk of meat down there. Come on, Bob," she continued, whispering, her voice thick and hoarse with arousal. Then her hand reached the remaining distance and tightly closed around the heatedly cylindrical object in his pants.

Bob almost jumped out of his socks feeling the thrilling tingle created by the arousing contact of the lovely woman's ultra-sensitive fingers as they tightly squeezed and crushed his throbbing cock, even with the cloth of his pants in the way. She moved closer to him now, pressing her small, rounded breasts against his arm. Even with her brassiere on, he was well aware of the sweet roundness of her small, but swollenly shuddering mammaries. The beautiful, lovely woman leaned even more strongly into Bob, pressing her lips against his cheeks, then lightly licking his closed eyelids with her tongue.

"Arlene," he said to her, "you know damn well I can't take this kind of teasing."

"Come on, Bob, admit it," she teased, a smile playing across her lips. "You know damn well you want to fuck me.

Her words echoed and re-echoed inside his brain. They bounced back and forth like a rebounding rubber ball. He was going out of his mind.

Yes, he wanted her, all right. This was something very obvious. However he was totally astonished at her directness. Bob was positive affairs between men and women just didn't happen this casually. Besides, Carol, his own wife, wasn't that far away... just across the street. How did Arlene really expect to get away with it?

Arlene watched the handsome man weighing the idea in his mind, and she began thinking along his own mental lines. She knew the frustration that was going on inside him, but she also knew if Carol had been the kind of wife that satisfied a man's every need, a loving, easy to fuck wife, Bob's mind might well not have been in such a turmoil. True, her own husband would have been stripped naked in Bob's place, but Arthur didn't count. Arthur had probably been born with an erection, and he would die with one. But it was obvious from the burning hunger in Bob's eyes he wasn't really getting enough loving.

Arlene was aware Bob was still part of the old morality. The man had never previously cheated on his wife, and though the temptation for him to do so was now overpowering, he was still unsure of himself.

Bob was thinking of the look of distaste on his wife's face each time he fucked her. She was never really content with anything he did in bed, and though she always let him come inside her, he hated the way she immediately went and washed him out of her. Hell! He didn't want his wife to see him fucking Arlene, and yet...

"If you're worried about your wife catching us," Arlene whispered to him, "don't. I have a special buzzer hooked up to the front door that goes off down here, to let me know if someone comes into the house while I'm doing the laundry. The moment Arthur brings her into the house, you can duck into the bathroom, and I'll go into the laundry room. We'll both be able to get dressed before they come down here. Even if you're slow about it, I have next to nothing to put on, and I can do it very quickly. You can take your time in the bathroom."

Damn! he thought, it'd serve Carol right. He needed some real action, and his supervisors wife was offering it to him. He'd be a fool to turn it down.

Arlene continued stroking his long, hard cock, rubbing it again and again, massaging it, making it constantly quiver and shudder. She was very careful about the way she fingered it, keeping her hand away from the sensitive underside, not wanting the man to shoot in his pants. She giggled a little when Bob suddenly twisted quickly back, pulling away from her.

"This is no way for the two of us to act," Bob insisted, his voice almost gasping as he tried his best to remain calm. "You're my supervisor's wife. Look, the two of them walked out of here trusting us - the both of them. Why if they even suspect something like this, they'll despise us the rest of their lives. I mean, I can't just turn around and do something with you the moment your husband's back is turned."

"So you're still concerned about your wife and my husband, eh?" Arlene asked.

"Most certainly," Bob nodded, feeling her breath on the back of his neck and her lips near his ear. "I mean, something like this just isn't right. Sure I'd like to... well, you know... but it just isn't the right thing to do. I can't, Arlene. I just can't do something like this behind my wife's back."

"Well you certainly can't do it in front of her," Arlene argued, rightly enough.

"I'm sorry..."

"Why be sorry, Bob? Stop talking like a fool, I want you to fuck me. You want to fuck me. At the moment this has nothing to do with Arthur or with Carol. At this moment there's no one else in the world other than the two of us," she said, and her arms wrapped themselves tightly around him as her lips burned into his throat, and she then whispered into his ear, "Tell me, what's wrong with what we both want?"

"My wife! Your husband, my supervisor!" the young man began muttering, shaking her off and stepping away from her.

"Good lord! What in heaven's name has either one of them to do with the two of us at this moment?" Arlene wanted to know. "Listen to me, Bob, I'm not asking for any kind of permanent commitment. I don't want you to ask Carol for a divorce and marry me. All I want from you is a few minutes of your time. In that time I want you to fit that nice, fat, juicy cock of yours into the deepest part of me. I want that swollen organ of yours playing a tune in my cunt."

Arlene was no longer walking toward Bob. Determined to get her way, she walked to the billiard table, forgetting about the sofa, and swept all the balls off the table into the pockets. Then she went to a small closet, opened it, and took out a beach blanket. She spread it on top of the table. It was as green as the baize on the table.

Bob stared at her, wondering just what it was she was doing, though at that moment he was so lost in thought he didn't really care. Arlene looked at him, seeing the way his aching phallus, still locked in his pants, continued violently twitching in an attempt to get out. Her curvaceous body in motion made his throbbingly hard penis twitch into even more solid erection.

The more he thought about it, the more Bob had to admit that Arlene was making some valid points. He began rationalizing to himself, saying she was, after all, correct. He wanted her and she knew it. What was more, she wanted him and was making no secret of it.

At this moment they were the only two people in the whole world. It would certainly serve Carol right if he went ahead and fucked Arlene. Yet he didn't want to hurt his wife. Carol was basically a gentle, trusting soul. The smart thing to do was to go back upstairs into the living room and wait there. Arlene would probably wait until her dress was dry before following him.

"Are you really that afraid of me, Bob?" Arlene asked.

"Afraid? Why no! I'm not afraid! What makes you think I'm afraid? That's ridiculous!"

"Is it? Look at you! You're shaking, your throat is dry, you want another drink and yet you're not going to take one because alcohol seems to make you lightheaded. Why, if it weren't for the drinks, you would probably not have listened to me this long. Isn't that right?"

"No, it isn't right," Bob insisted, and turning his back to the lovely blonde, he poured himself another martini from the pitcher and downed it with a single gulp. Then he poured himself another martini, this time sipping it, panting, knowing this just wasn't going to be able to go on like this much longer. Damn it all! The alcohol was making him perspire. He had to get the hell out of here, because if he stayed a moment longer, he was going to rape the shit out of her.

Whirling around, he opened his mouth to tell Arlene he was leaving, but didn't say a word. His jaw remained hanging open, because Arlene had climbed onto the pool table and had removed her scanties. She was standing on the table totally naked.

Arlene had even kicked off her nylon foot-coverings as the room's indirect lighting washed over the contours of her nakedness. She was standing with her legs spread wide apart, and because she was up so high, she knew he would be able to see the rich pinkness of her feminine oriel. With near-glee she noticed how his eyes were indeed focused on the wet, petal-shaped lips of her pink vagina, blinking because of the light glistening off the dew-dropped golden fur surrounding it. Flashes and twinkles of the glistening, lubricating drops shone on it, constantly keeping his eye in that direction.

Arlene smiled at Bob, her beautiful, even white teeth slightly bared as the pink tip of her tongue rolled over her lips, lightly moistening them, making them glisten with luster. Her small, high perfect round breasts, so delightfully firm, looked so rich and even whiter than the rest of her, the twin peaks of pink jutting out like mountains waiting to be scaled and mastered. Her legs, a little skinny, were still deliciously tapered to the wet curve of her slightly parted vaginal lips.

"Well?" Arlene asked, letting her body slide down on the table, her feet forward, spread wide, until her buttocks were seated on the wooden edge, "do I meet with your approval, or do you think I'm too thin?"

Once again Bob was preparing to say something, but then found himself only able to gulp, staring at the richness of the woman's delightfully naked body. Her sitting pose was now deliberately salacious and arousing, and Arlene watched as the man's throbbing penis began pulsing even more maddeningly in his pants.

Her palms were on her hips, and her shoulders were up straight and drawn back as she slipped to the floor, standing with her feet wide apart. Slowly, very, very slowly her fingers began moving over her sensual, lust-ignited and aroused torso. As if tracing paths in her own delicate flesh, the beautiful blonde pressed her palms flatly into her stomach, then trailed her fingers up her ribcage to cup the smallness of her rounded breasts. Then, with thumbs and forefingers extended, she began tweaking her two pink nipples, making them stand firm and hard in his sight. Then her hands slowly moved down her hips again, lightly crawling over her sensitive flesh like moving tarantulas until the seeking fingers finally found themselves working into the lush, blonde triangle of her sparse pubic hair.

Arlene remained perfectly still for a moment, seeing Bob completely mesmerized by the sight of her. He was transfixed, unable to move in any way, save for the constant vellicating throbs of his heavy penis as it silently screamed to be released from its prison. Yes, she had him, now. She had him completely.

Once again the lovely woman's soft fingers began their movement, dipping lower into the soft, fuzzy, sparseness of her pelvic hedge, working slowly, carefully, moving closer and closer toward the shiny, glistening pinkness of her womanly gash as it lay between her slender white thighs. She placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the softly glowing lips and spread their rich pinkness very slowly apart, revealing the erect pink nubbin of her clitoris to the man's hungering eyes. As if pointing with her right forefinger, she moved it closer and closer to the bud until her fingertip came into direct contact with the penislike extension. Now she began rubbing it up and down in front of him, tantalizing him, moving the fingertip around and around, then from side to side, causing her inner caverns to heavily lubricate while sending spurts of fluid onto her fingers. More fluid began trailing down her inner thighs. All the while she continued massaging her trembling clitoris while sliding her finger back and forth through her gaping pink slash as she spoke to Bob.

"You want to fuck me, don't you, Bob," she said to him. "I can see it all over your face. You're as hot and as burning for me as I am for you. Your cock is ready and waiting for you to allow it to push into me. I'm aching to fuck you, say rather for you to fuck me, and I'll bet, you being younger than my husband, have one helluva lot more stamina than he has. Come on and show me how you want to fuck me!"

"God! God! God!" he gasped. "Yes, I do want to fuck you! I wanta to fuck you as solidly as I can. But I'm scared! I've never done it with anyone other than my wife since I was married."

"Let's stop playing silly games, Bob. You want me, and I want you. I want you to fit that heavy log of yours all the way into my tight cunt, then I want you to fire a whole load into me. After you've fucked me, if we still have time, I'm going to suck your cock until it's hard again, and then I'm going to let you shoot a load down my throat. I'll just bet you'd love that. Hell! I'll lick your asshole and lap your balls and let you shoot it all down my throat. But for the moment what I want is to feel your cock right where my finger is pointing."

As she continued speaking in her softly seductive voice, Arlene watched Bob's wide eyes widen even more as his heart seemed to beat so quickly it appeared it might actually push right out of his chest. His balls were swollen, while his scrotum was drawn into his crotch, and if he didn't give them relief of some kind, the scrotum would split wide open and his testicles would fall out of his body. She had him forgetting his wife for the moment, thinking solely of her, aching to drive the full length of his throbbingly swollen penis into the burning, steaming depths of her tightly sucking cunt. She had him aroused to the point where he had to fuck her, burying his prick inside her and driving it deeper and deeper until he had her screaming. She was already aware of how he was picturing the sight of her pursed lips tightly banded around the length of his cock, sucking it up and down.

As if controlled by some strange, unknown force, the man found his legs moving closer and closer to the standing figure of Arlene Kling. His eyes took in the shape of her slender, sensuous body, and the moment he was within reach, his arms went to her, his hands tightly gripping her softly round shoulders. His lips were parted as his face approached hers, ready to cling to her mouth with a lingering kiss. But Arlene suddenly slid from his grasp, moving back, making him move with her, guiding him toward a destiny she had predetermined.

"Come, Bob," she softly whispered, "come over here where I've prepared a place for the two of us to lie down."

Her voice was a sighing moan as she slowly moved herself onto the table, spreading her lush thighs wide apart, giving him a good look at the treasure trove delicately located between them. Bob followed her blindly as she continued sliding back onto the blanketed table. He was now a faithful slave, willing to do her bidding no matter what the cost.

When he reached the table, his hands leaped out and gripped her kneecaps. He tugged her thighs even wider apart, letting him look deep into the sacred coral hollow.

"Strip!" Arlene commanded him. "Come on, Bob! We can't do anything as long as you have your clothes on! Get them off!"

Mindless with burning desire, the man began tearing off his shirt. Then he pulled off his undershirt. He was anxious and had difficulty opening his belt. When it was finally opened, he tugged his pants down, along with his underpants, but not before kicking off his shoes. After what seemed like a long time, he stood naked before her except for his socks which he hadn't bothered removing. His swollen, blood-red penis was finally free. The organ raged stiffly upward from his pulsating groin, the head a brilliant strawberry red. Tiny, excited, colorless drops of sticky lubricity clung to the swollen organ's slit at the very top.

"Oh yesssss..." Arlene hissed, staring intently at it. "It's beautiful, and it's every bit as big as I knew it had to be. You want to bury it inside me, just as I'm aching to feel it split me right up the middle. Come on, Bob, tell me how much you're aching to feel the tunnel of my vagina sliding around the thickness of that wonderful barber pole between your thighs."

"Ummmm... yessss," Bob murmured, unable to refuse any longer. "I want it inside you, all right. I want to ram it as far into you as it'll go. Right now!"

"You want to fuck me, Bob. Say it! Say you want to fuck me! That's what I want to hear."

"Yes, yes, that's right," he nodded. "I want to fuck you."

"Tell me more, Bob. Tell me just how you want to fuck me."

"Hard!" he gasped. "I want to fuck you hard! I want to fuck you so hard every bone in your body'll rattle. I want to fuck you as deep as possible. I want to fuck you so deep, while I'm cramming it into your cunt, the head of my cock'll come out your damn mouth!"

"Then you just come on ahead and fuck me, Bob," she insisted.

With a small, tortured cry coming from his lips, Bob Warner leaped on top of the pool table, throwing himself on top of the slender blonde woman. His knees dug into the blanket between her widely spread thighs as his long, swollenly thick and rigid penis pressed firmly against the wetly seething lips of her tremulous pussy. Maybe... when this was all over, he would feel remorse for having done this, but right now he intended doing it. All he cared about was the lusciously sexy cunt beneath him, waiting to be deliciously fucked.

He covered her beautiful face with hotly burning kisses, his tongue delving into her mouth, finding hers, and winding around the lingual digit. She sucked on his tongue as if it were delicious candy, thrilling to the wonderful feelings she was enjoying as his hands began tightly covering her full, ripely delicious breasts, caressing the swollen mounds of full flesh as his thumbs rubbed over the hardened nipples.

Arlene began wriggling as she felt his massaging hands running up and down the length of her trembling body, gripping the firmness of her slim buttocks, squeezing the heatedly solid flesh as her mouth burningly breathed air into the tender aural canal of his ear. Her own hands wandered between their bodies, wildly searching, finally locating the iron-stiffness of his throbbing penis, feeling the way the organ pulsated. She continued grinding her pelvis against the rubbery tip.

Now Arlene spread her lovely legs wide apart, as wide as she was able, her vagina flaring wide open, rich, moist, and waiting. She was anxiously aware of the pressure of his throbbing cock against her fluted inner labia as it slid up and down in the well-greased slot, trailing its own lubricity through her tract. Each time it touched her burning hole, she dug her round heels into the pool table beneath her and tried her best to capture the knob-topped rod. Arlene arched her slender hips for a moment, gifting the man's body along with that of her own, using her back muscles and shoulder muscles. Her hands slid beneath her own asscheeks on both sides, reaching between her thighs, gripping her labia and tugging them wide apart, giving the head of his penis better contact with her heatedly soaking vaginal interior. Once the swollen dome had actually penetrated slightly into her vaginal mouth, she pulled her fingers away, letting her vulva tightly clamp around the throbbing penile point. Then she slid her hands out from beneath her buttocks and hit the table again. His solidly driving cock was firmly cradled by her lovely white thighs and the lovely Arlene felt the organ throbbing insanely, as if trying to drive itself ever deeper into the delicious swamp of her feminine sinkhole.

"Haaaaannnnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud. "That cock of yours has one very nice feel to it, Bob," she gasped, as anxious as he to feel the throbbing length buried all the way inside her. Yes, yes, yes, drive it in!"

Her sharp nails very lightly tickled their way across his strong back, making the man shudderingly squirm, causing his penile point to drill another half inch into the seething depths of her fuming center. When his hand finally gripped her buttocks, the lovely blonde was also trembling, tensing herself.

Thrills filled Arlene as Bob began tugging her slender loins closer and closer to his, sinking his throbbing cock another inch into her womanly bog. The man's flat hips were now slowly rotating, grinding around and around, pushing his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her. Her sucking vagina was filled with delight at the passionate arousal caused by the pressure and became wetter with every passing moment as delightful ecstasy surrounded her and made her entire self quiver, violently. Her buttocks began a strong, desperate grind against the firmness of his thighs until her long, limber limbs very suddenly and without any warning at all, snaked out and surrounded his hips, locking the man tightly to her with her slender ankles crossed behind his buttocks.

"Come on!" she begged. "Come on and fuck me! Fuck me, hard!"

Her voice was a long, low wail, titillating his hearing senses, making him want to comply. She wiggled her buttocks fervently like an overanxious whore.

He began thrusting forward solidly, but Arlene had her hand pushed between their two bodies, her fingers tightly circling his throbbing cock, guiding it between the soddenly wet lips of her penis-hungry vagina. Her hand moved the loose outer skin around the solid penile pole up and down, up and down, and when he pulled back too far once, and the head of his anxious phallus slipped from the tightness of her vagina, she held it firmly and rubbed the glans up and down in the seething slot of her pinkness, letting the oily head leak more of its juices into her while covering it with some of her own juices.

One of her fingers touched his swollen balls, feeling how bloated they were inside the tightly drawn-up sac. She knew he had to have that lance buried inside her once again, without further delay.

Bob shoved his hips forward very solidly, using all his pent-up strength. The entire length of his solidly hard, stone-rigid cock drove deep into the heated, wide-open mouth of her sucking pussy, slamming itself all the way down the length of her passage with flesh-tearing speed until his matted dark hairs crashed into the sparse fibrous threads of her blonde hedge, and their pelvic bones solidly smashed into one another.

"Oooooonnnnnggggghhhhh! Aaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" Arlene gasped under him. "Ohhhhhhhhh... yessssssss... thattaway! Ahhhhhh! Hhhhhuunnhh! Slam it into me like that again and again! Come ahead and fuck!"

When the man hit bottom, his weighty testicles, updrawn though they were, smacked against her perineal line of flesh as he ground his hairy pubis into her writhingly squirming pliancy, feeling her wriggle beneath him. Arlene felt a delightfully wonderful and thrilling chill blast its way through her as his massive penis continued plunging into her again and again. He pounded into her cunt as if she might be the last fuck he would ever know.

She lifted her tight cunt to the driving strokes of his pulverizing cock, constantly straining tautly beneath him, arching her loins and shuddering each time his solid meat sank into the seething depths of her trembling belly. The blonde woman constantly opened and closed her thighs around him, sighing and loudly mewling as her buttocks continued pumping up and down in a wild cadence.

Bob's long, driving penile length continually slammed into the tightness of her hungrily clutching cunnus, moving with shuddering regularity, pounding with the beat of a bongo drum as her head wildly whipped from side to side in uncontrolled, unallayed abandon. Oh Jesus! There was nothing like a new cock every now and again. No matter how good her husband felt inside her, the thrill of a new cock driving into her made her feel almost virginal again.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! More... more... more... more..." she gasped at him. "That's what I want to feel! Come on, come on! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck and keep on fuckiiiiinnnnnggggg uuuuu hhhh..."

Bob continued nailing his long, lust-stiffened length of penis into the softly wet, tightly clinging tunnel between the beautiful woman's slender thighs, his hunger for her sucking vagina now totally overpowering any objections his inner conscience might have been making. He was anxious to hear her beg for his semen, wanting to hear the lovely woman cry out for him to pump his seething sperm into the squeezing tightness of her trembling belly. He wanted to pump so much seething semen into her she'd finally fatten from the amount.

Arlene stared into the tense face of Bob Warner as he remained hunched over her writhing body. He kept his weight on his elbows and knees, not wanting to put excess pressure on her. There was the look of a starving man in his wide eyes as they wandered up and down her delightful torso, looking her over again and again, as if unable to believe it was actually he who was buried in the tight crunch of her cunt. His eyes were glued at the way their bodies were joined together, feeling the constant tugging of her seething cuntlips on the length of his spiking penis. The ragged pink flesh of her tightly banded inner labia looked like a single tight ribbon encircling the heavy, pounding thickness of his constantly driving blood swollen member. Each time he crammed his hard prick all the way into her, he felt her squeezing passageway tightly contract around his pole as if anxious to keep him locked firmly inside her. He even worked her body around so that their buttocks faced the mirror behind the bar, and when he turned his head he was able to see the winking bud of her starred anus each time he continually piledrove into her. His uptight testicles were so drawn into his body, he had a clear view of her puckered asshole. God! It looked fantastic to see that tiny hole winking and he felt even more aroused.

"So," she gasped, "you like looking... uhhhh... at the way... ohhh... we're joined together, huh!"

"I like looking at your... uhhh... asshole," he admitted.

"Shove a finger into it," she told him.

"I've never done anything like... uhhh... that, beforrre ..he told her.

"Live a little," she gasped. "Come on... uhhh... Bob! Shove it in! Make me scream! I love it!"

Her words were a command, not a plea, and Arlene, turning her head to one side, watched the man fucking her reach down as he slammed his cock into the tightly heated depths of her all-but-screaming cunt. Using his thumb, ring finger, and pinky, he began stretching the cheeks of her ass wide apart, and then he dipped his forefinger into the brown rosebud-shaped orifice that was her anus. Seeing it in the mirror helped him guide his finger, and the man pressed against the elastic ring of her sphincter, still probing, slowly thrusting forward, feeling the tender opening yield to the driving pressure he was applying. He found her anus totally relaxed.

Arlene, watching his driving finger as it pressed against her narrow rectal aperture, was already feeling new thrills building in her trembling body.

"Now!" she shouted at the man, and watched as is finger pushed into the narrow tightness of her squeezing rectum as she kept her sphincter totally relaxed. The digit slid in up to the first joint, wiggling around and around in the tight, dry heat of her narrow anal passage. Now the lovely woman's body began rising and falling from the blanket-covered pool table and solidly crashed into his, their joining flesh resounding like clashing cymbals as the thrill of the man's fingering entry seared through all of her.

Slamming her slender body all the more solidly against that of Bob Warner, the beautiful blonde felt the shuddering thrust of his driving finger solidly fill her ass as his pounding penis continued filling and refilling the soddenly flaming cavity of her trembling vagina. From the way the man was gasping and panting, Arlene knew Bob was straining to hold back his orgasm, clenching his body to the best of his ability, wanting to make her climax before he came, himself.

Now she clutched him even more tightly to her moving body, her thighs clasping his hips tightly, opening and closing them in time to his vicious thrusts, letting him know her own satisfaction was almost there. This knowledge spurred the man to continue with the slamming of his weighty groin into the narrowness of her crotch as his finger continued driving into her ass.

"Aaahhhh! Oooooohhhhhhhh! Yessssss! Ummm-mmmm!" Fuck... fuck... fuck that cock and finger into meee... aaaaaannnnnnhhhhhh... all the way... uunnnnhh... into meee... morrrrrre..."

Arlene began chanting a long stream of constant and insistent obscenities, drawing her breath in, screaming out loud, the sound long and wailing as she felt herself reach the heights for which her body had been yearning. Abruptly shoving her hips up and down while kicking her legs way back until her kneecaps were near her shoulders, she locked her ankles just below the man's pointed shoulder blades, leaving her upthrust loins totally defenseless and open to his constantly driving, merciless thrusts. Then, in a wild, uninhibited dance of delighted ecstasy, the beautiful blonde began rotating her buttocks beneath him, yelling out her delight as an orgasm from her vagina, and an orgasm in her rectum as it was being fingered, merged somewhere in the middle.

"AAAAAAIIIIYYYYYY AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH... UUUUUUUUNNNN NNGGGGHHHH!' she shrieked. "IIIIII'MMMM... COMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGG GGGGUUUUHHHHHH!"

Bob stiffened as the tight spasms in Arlene's flat stomach worked heatedly around the poking head of his constantly pulsing and plunging penile spear as she clung all the more tightly to him. As if the juices in her had been uncorked, warm, burning, seething lubrication continued pouring heavily from the tightness of her burning, contracting vagina, spilling out in great gushes around the base of his thickly swollen cock. The woman locked herself on his solidly bloated cock, her body triggering the release of his near-bursting testicles. Like a wild ride on a cyclone, a roller coaster, at the peak, before preparing for the downward sweep, his sperm came charging through his throbbing cock and with a tremendous orgiastic surge, exploded from the cherry tip of his rigid phallic poker. Then, as if the dam had finally broken, a rush of burning, sticky semen blasted into the woman's tightly flexing and rolling belly, and her vagina sucked at the spurting column like a maddened calf.

"AAAAYYYYAAAAAAGGGGHH!" he bellowed.

Arlene powered her greasy, sperm-drenched vaginal tunnel solidly against the man's quivering groin as the two of them rocked together in mutual ecstasy. His sperm mingled with her heavy lubricity and then came pouring out of her shuddering body, leaking around his deflated penis, gluing their loins tightly together in the heated passion of their joint orgasms.

After what seemed like forever, in a fantasy world of sexual thrills that went on and on, Bob moaned out his last hot droplet of seminal fluid, his body flexing convulsively, then his penis slowly deflated completely, and the tired man rolled off the woman, leaving a thin, sticky string of white fluid from the tip of his penis running to her belly.

"Fantastic," Arlene gasped. "We'll rest, and then I'll suck your cock, as I promised."

"You do that," Bob replied, a wicked gleam in his eye.


CHAPTER FOUR

It was a warm night, and Carol felt strange being alone with Arthur Kling. It was the first time since her marriage that she was alone with some man other than her husband.

They had walked across the street, but the Tashman's, it seemed, had gone out.

"No matter," Arthur had shrugged. "We can always meet them another time."

"Let's go back," Carol had said, but Arthur Kling had grinned at her and had said, "Why? It's too stuffy in there, and I hate gin rummy. Besides, on the off-chance that Mike Tashman wasn't home, I brought a little refreshment along." He had showed her the bottle of wine he had in one hand, and the two glasses in the other. They were stem goblets.

So for the next half-hour, they had wandered up one side of the street, and down the other. Occasionally a car pulled into a driveway, or as they passed certain houses, dogs started barking.

Arthur didn't do much drinking himself, but the sight of him with a glass of wine in his hand kept Carol slightly less wary. Good! He didn't want her suspecting anything, and whenever she wasn't looking, he dumped the contents of his glass on someone's lawn, and then poured more wine into both their glasses. Normally the wine would not have affected Carol too much, but she'd had a martini before going out, and the combination was starting to act on her. She was already feeling lightheaded.

"I think my husband is a very talented insurance salesman," she was saying, slurring her words a little. "Don't you?"

"Of course," Arthur agreed. "That's why we made him an assistant manager. From what I hear, his unit is doing a terrific job, too. That man is going places."

"Do you think so?"

"Wouldn't surprise me if he made manager, very shortly."

"He always speaks very highly of you," Carol lied. The truth was, until they had moved to this neighborhood, he hadn't so much as mentioned Arthur Kling's name.

She finished the wine in her glass and Arthur poured her some more.

"If I didn't know betterr... I'd think you were tryin' t'get me drunk," she said to him. "Tell me, are you tryin' to get me drunk, Mr. Kling?"

"Arthur, dear lady, Arthur. Of course I'm trying to get you drunk. Then out of here, in the middle of the street, I'm going to seduce you."

"Wheee! Soun's like fun!"

"Let's get back to the house," he said to her. "Okay," she nodded.

"You know," Arthur said to her, "Bob's an unusual man. He's one of the few men in the company who doesn't try acting like a ladies' man with all the different secretaries."

"Not my Bob," the beautiful Carol insisted smugly. "He knows if he tried anything like that, I'd leave him in a flash."

"Oh? Where would you go? What would you do?"

"Y'know," she said, turning and looking at him. "Y'got a point there. I dunno. I think I'd be lost without Bob." .

"Well then, if you caught him inflagrante delicto, you'd probably have to forgive him, wouldn't you?"

"Hmmm! I s'pose."

"Of course you might try teaching him a lesson. The sauce for the gander is the sauce for the goose, if you follow me."

"You mean if I caught him stepping out on me, I should step out on him?"

"That's what some women do," Arthur nodded. "Mmmm? Maybe, but I doubt it."

"You mean you'd stay home and suffer in silence."

"Suffer in silence?" Carol asked. "Heck no, not me.

I'd suffer very noisily. Believe me. You'd know it, and so would everyone else on the block. What's more, I'd cut him off."

"Well then," Arthur pointed out, "all that would do would be to make him a little more unfaithful to you, because if he can't make love to his own wife, he'll have to go somewhere else."

By now they were back at the Kling home, and he led her around the side.

"Where're we going?" Carol asked.

"I just want to show you my swimming pool," he explained to her. "Next year you and Bob will probably want to have one just like it installed in your own yard."

He led her around to the rear of the house, staying on the cement walk that encircled it, until they came to a window. Light was coming from the window.

"Now that's strange," Arthur murmured.

"What's strange?" Carol asked.

"Over there, see. A light."

"Well, you have other lights on in the house."

"Yes, but that's the basement. There should be no one down in the basement."

"Maybe that's where your wife and my husband are playing... cards, that is."

"You know, that's a possibility," he nodded. "Let's take a look and see, shall we?"

Arthur was feeling a little hotter for this woman with each passing moment. It was taking a lot of willpower to simply keep himself from grabbing her and raping her here in the backyard. But it would be better, much better if there was some semblance of willingness on her part.

Carol bent down and peered into the basement through the window, and there was her husband, lying totally naked on the pool table, his half-grown cock moving in and out of the tightly ovaling lips of Arlene Kling.

"Oh my God!" Carol softly gasped. "Look at that! It's disgusting and perverted."

"My, my!" Arthur muttered. "To think, we were just talking about this. Who would have believed it?"

"That bastard! That rotten bastard!"

"What are you going to do, scream and let everyone in the neighborhood know what's going on?"

"I don't know, I just don't know," Carol gasped. "I've never encountered anything like this before."

"You know," he told her. "It's my wife with whom your husband is involved. Even though I won't make a public stink about it, I think I just might see to it he loses his position with the company, and I'll also see to it no other insurance company ever hires him."

"My God!" Carol softly wept. "If you do that, we'll starve! Don't do that, Mr. Kling."

"Arthur, dear lady, Arthur."

"Please, don't fire him."

"I'll tell you right now, if my wife were doing it with any other man, I'd get even by going out and finding the man's wife and making love to her. Of course, I understand your unwillingness to participate in anything like that.."

"Of course not!" Carol gasped.

"So then, my only recourse is to take it out on him in the business."

"No!" Carol gasped. "Don't! I'll do anything you say, but not that! Don't fire him!"

Arthur felt the heat building up in him. He had to have her. He had to do something with this beautiful brunette, though he still wasn't quite sure what. He had her where he wanted her, now. She was halfdrunk, and for the most part she wasn't realizing what he intended. If she had, she would have fought him tooth and nail.


CHAPTER FIVE

Dropping the empty wine bottle and the two glasses in a nearby garbage can where they landed on some newspaper and didn't make any noise, he smiled to himself. With his blood pounding in his ears, he found himself leading her through the back door into the house. There was no alarm attached to the back door, and so the people in the basement were unaware the other couple had returned.

He led her upstairs, then through the living room to the stairs leading to the bedrooms. Since he and his wife were childless, Kling had converted the spare bedroom into a guest room. He shut the door behind him, then turned to Carol, gripped her arms, and pulled her to him, kissing her solidly on the mouth. She began struggling, terrified all of a sudden, afraid of the horrible man who was only a few inches taller than her own four-feet-eleven inches. This was terrible.

"Your husband is fucking my wife," he told here. "It's only fair that I fuck you in return. Yes, that's what we're going to do. We're going to fuck up here."

"No!" she gasped. 'Touch me and I'll scream loud enough to bring you to the attention of the whole neighborhood."

"So it's all right for your husband to make my wife suck his cock, but it isn't all right for you to make love to me, huh?"

"You'll make me pregnant," she gasped.

"There are other ways," he insisted. "Make up your mind here and now. I'm not going to have a screaming, hysterical woman on my hands. Either you put out for me willingly, or sometime within the next month your husband will leave Monumental and be blackballed from the insurance field."

Sober, Carol would never have even thought twice about it. Death before dishonor, and her husband's job most certainly before her own dishonor. Yet her drunken mind was thinking with a greedy train of thought, and she knew Bob might end up having to drive a cab for a living if he left the insurance racket, or doing something else. She would have to get a job, and when the children finally did come, there would be no way they would make ends meet.

So her drunken mind rationalized that she had no choice. Oddly, she was thinking more logically drunk, than sober.

"All right," she nodded. "But you have to promise you won't do anything that might make me pregnant."

"You do as I say," he told her, and you won't run the risk. Got me?"

"All right," she nodded, hanging her head.

He unzipped her skirt, and then pulled her sweater up over her head. She had agreed, as he knew she would.

Arthur's blood was hammering insanely in his brain. At last, at long last. It was only two days but it seemed like two years. He was finally going to shove his cock into some part of this beautiful brunette.

He began pulling his clothing from his body, throwing everything on the floor. His blood-filled cock sprang out like a giant mangonel, and he decided he was going to do things with this sweet little girl that she had never done with her husband. Though she might hate the idea at first, she would soon learn to love it... all of it.

Carol gasped, forgetting for the moment she was naked when she saw the sight of Arthur Kling's throbbing cock. It wasn't that the penis looked so different from that of her husband, but it definitely wasn't the one attached to Bob. Too, she had never really seen her husband's, because they made love in the dark all the time. Kling had turned on a floor lamp, and though the room was softly lit, Carol saw everything quite clearly.

Looking at it, Carol felt a mixture of terror and... what? There was something else she felt. What was it?

Lust! Yes, that was it. For some unfathomable reason she actually felt aroused. This was, to all intents and purposes, the first penis she had ever really actually seen. The thought that he intended embedding it somewhere in her body made her afraid... and yet, excited. She was aghast with horror.

Carol's mind totally detached itself from the proceedings, as if watching from outside herself. But her body was inwardly anxious, yet terrified, and even now she had a strange feeling in her as she felt a wetness between her thighs. Now she realized he was looking at her, admiring her nakedness; her large breasts that still stood up so beautifully, tipped with brown nipples and equally brown areolae. He was looking at her waist and staring at the black bush between her thighs. Feeling self-conscious, she unwillingly allowed herself to lie down on the guest room bed, knowing without a doubt this infidelity in which she was taking part would be the most momentous thing in her life.

The thought of committing adultery with this terrible man truly frightened her. She trembled, watching him nakedly kneel between her trembling thighs on the bed, pushing her knees back until her kneecaps were touching her breasts. Her sopping vagina was totally exposed to the man's hungrily lusting gaze, and the look in his eyes let the beautiful brunette know he more than approved of what he saw.

"All right, little woman," he whispered. "I'm going to do something no other man has probably ever done to you, and don't you try fighting me. I'm going to lick that pussy of yours for awhile."

Carol thought the man had to be sick as he lowered his head. She jumped up as his wet tongue suddenly lashed against her sopping flesh, and his lips pressed against her thighs with heatedly searing kisses. His tongue licked out again and again, covering the tan flesh of her inner thighs. He moved his head upward for a moment, and let his tongue wash across her belly, stopping only to dip into the winking cup of her navel, and Carol suddenly realized, much as her mind objected to all this, her body was inflamed by it. Her flesh was writhing, squirming, actually enjoying what he was doing, anxious for him to continue. God! To think she had constantly denied her husband the right to do this. After a moment his lips were burning a lasting, delineated imprint into the tenderly soft and curling triangle of her pelvic moss.

Carol suddenly realized she felt herself totally suspended in that instant in time. Though her conscious mind refused to accept what was happening, her subconscious mind was welcoming it. Though she had once told her husband the idea of his doing something like this was terrible and dirty, deep down she had subconsciously wished to feel something like this. Her conscious mind had always feared her body would respond with mad passion, and her orgasms would overwhelm her. His mouth was moving closer and closer to the anxiously wet folds of her simmering vagina.

Yes, she thought, kiss it! Put your mouth down there, you vile man, and kiss it! You're the lowest of the low, and you should be kissing me there. You should kiss my ass, too. Go on, do it!

Her conscious mind was certain some other person outside her body was actually saying these words, even as her subconscious screamed them out. Then the man's tongue wetly squirreled between the tenderly soft folds of her trembling vagina, making direct contact with the throbbing, swollen bud of her aching clitoris.

"Aaahhh aaaannnnggghh! Ooooooohhhhh... wwwaaaawwwwww... onnnhhhhhh... yessssssss... aaaahhhhhhh... hhhhhuuuuunnnnhhhh!" the trembling Carol gasped out loud, hissing her helpless pleasure for Arthur Kling to hear as the continuing electric pressure of his lapping tongue on her trembling clitoris sent rippling pleasure shooting through her, uncontrollably.

The pleasure continued when his teeth tightly closed on the little pink nubbin of her clitoris, and all kinds of rippling pleasures went charging through her.

Carol's hands automatically reached out and gripped the short man's tight, black greasy strands of hair. She wrapped the hair around her fingers, clutching his head that much more tightly, pulling his hungry face into her sopping loins, automatically spreading her helpless thighs as wide as possible while keeping her knees pulled back. Ohhhhhhhh it was good! It was so good! It was to good to be believed! It was far better than anything she had ever known with her husband, though she knew it wasn't Bob's fault. It was her own fault, because Bob had expressed a desire to do this, once. Oh Christ! There was nothing in the whole world like feeling a man's tongue licking through the trove of her vagina. He lapped her vaginal pleats again and again, making the beautiful woman ache to feel more.

Arthur sucked the tiny cocklike extension of her body between his hungering lips again and again, also using the edges of his teeth to scrape the very tip of it and send new and thrilling sensations blistering through the beautiful woman's tenderly aching body. At one point Carol gasped, then would have screamed had she not been out of breath as his teeth tightly gripped her clitoris while his tongue proceeded to whip it back and forth, constantly stroking and licking, working in continuous circles.

Carol began rotating and grinding her buttocks into the mattress as if directed by the man's working tongue, writhing and gasping, seeing all kinds of flashing colored lights as they constantly blinked on and off, on and off in front of her eyes.

She gasped again when his hands ran over the flatness of her belly and filled themselves with the large, rounded swells of her breasts, making her moan and gasp even more loudly. His fingers began probing ever deeper into her tender mounds, squeezing, almost crushing as they compressed, pulled and constantly tugged. His crushing fingers were almost violently brutal as they continued pressing wickedly into her flesh, mauling and manipulating her body.

Carol shuddered and gasped a, "N-o-o-o-o-o!" but her voice said it softly enough so Arthur knew the sound wouldn't carry to the basement. She moaned all the more loudly as her hands gripped his hair and tugged, but instead of yanking his face out, she pressed it all the more deeply into her womanly embouchure. She was thrilling to the pressure of his mouth and licking tongue as he wildly continued his oral assault on her yearning genitals. The lascivious sucking sounds his throat made seemed to fill the tiny den, echoing in her head again and again. Her dazed mind was in a total spinout, and her short, black hair was now whipping wildly from one side to the other as she continued flailing her head in utter and complete wanton abandon.

Arthur's mouth opened all the wider now, and the man worked his lapping tongue lower and lower, allowing it to lick along the tastily smooth, heat-soaked slash to the throbbing, pulsating gap of her flooded pool of cunt. The man continued teasing her, letting his working tongue wildly whip across the slenderly narrow elastic opening, licking first one way, then the other, constantly teasing her by letting her think he was all set to bury the full length of his tongue into her, yet tantalizingly holding it back. Carol began gasping and slamming her rounded buttocks higher, using her hands beneath her own buttocks to give her some additional leverage.

The writhing, ambitious wife of Bob Warner gasped with seething thrills, pleading and babbling softly with the man, wanting to feel his lancing tongue buried inside her cunt. The knowing Arthur Kling, realizing he had her where he wanted her, held back for just one more instant in time, waiting until he was certain her body was at the peak of necessity, then he viciously began to orally fuck her sweetly dripping vagina, plunging his tongue in and out very rapidly, moving it faster and faster, driving it in harder and harder with all his lingual strength. The full length of the organ streamed into her wetly dilating, sodden bog.

A continuing outpouring of low, murmured, unintelligible obscenities came gushing from her throat as she constantly gasped and coughed out the lust that had been hiding so long inside her that she had been unaware of its existence until now. Her buttocks began trembling and rotating as Arthur Kling swirled and licked his salacious tongue around and around in the silken depths of her aching vaginal interior. The lovely brunette was aware of his hands pressing on the undersides of her knees, pushing her kneecaps more firmly against her breasts, and then sliding them higher to press against her shoulders, leaving her entire vaginal surface totally helpless and abandoned to his hungrily working mouth as he noisily sucked and licked.

Arthur took Carol's hands from beneath her rounded asscheeks and held them in his own hands as he continued spearing his tongue far into the frothing, searing depths of her burning pussy. The beautiful brunette's animal gasps seemed to fill the large room, the sound absorbed into the soundproof walls and ceiling.

The entire sensation Carol was feeling was the most thrillingly new charge she had ever known. The movement of the tongue in her shuddering vagina was overwhelming, and the only regret running through her partially inebriated mind was that she had not permitted her own husband to do this when he had pleaded with her to do so. Her tautly round asscheeks rotated in uncontrolled rhythm to the movement of Arthur Kling's working tongue. The oral organ, probing ever deeper, beat a heavy cadence in the depths of her aching vagina. Thrills continued charging through Carol's shuddering body taking total command of her thoughts. Her mind was already filled with thrilling, dizzying pictures of what the man was doing to her, and for some strangely obscene reason, Carol wished there were some kind of mirror handy where she might view what was happening. She would have loved seeing this from the man's angle.

The mounting enjoyment worked deeper and deeper into her trembling young body, taking over her mind, controlling her thoughts, and her mind filled itself with the picture she had seen of Arlene sucking on her husband's penis. A new meaning of sexual involvement was first starting to take shape in her conscious mind, and it was nakedly raw and thrillingly sensational. Fear filled her trembling brain, but lust shuddered through the aching depths of her quivering belly.

Son of a bitch! Arthur Rung's mouth was anxious to make Carol Warner come one more time, and then he would sink his own cock into her sweetly honeyed mouth so she would learn the right way to suck his cock.

"AAAAAAHHUUUUUUNNHHHH!" she gasped, suddenly climaxing very quickly, spurting fluid into his face.

His tongue moved from her vaginal tunnel to her anal tunnel, licking and lapping hungrily, sending a whole new series of electric chills shooting through Carol. She was unable to believe the man was actually probing into her rectal tunnel with his tongue. Then he alternated, moving his tongue into her pussy and out, then into her rectal opening and out. He flattened his tongue against her clitoris, rubbing up and down, up and down, and she bucked a half dozen times, until she felt she was losing her mind.

Arthur Kling realized the woman was now ready for what he had in mind. He knew by how that her husband had never breached her mouth with his cock, and the thought thrilled him that this woman was two-thirds virginal, and he, Arthur Kling, was going to take away one of her two other innocences.

Without taking his mouth away from her vagina, he flattened Carol's knees, then slowly slithered his body around, positioning his pulsing penis directly above the brunette's gasping oral opening. His hanging tongue was poised directly over her wet sump hole, its tip tantalizingly resting at the rich pink opening of her anxiously yearning vaginal tunnel.

"Okay, Carol," he gasped. "I promised we wouldn't risk getting you pregnant, this time. But you'd better start taking the Pill. In any case, I need satisfaction, just like you. So take my cock between those sweet lips of yours and start sucking like there's no tomorrow. Do a good job of sucking, and keep on sucking and swallowing when I shoot my spunk down your throat. Oh yeah, it's possible for a woman to swallow the entire length of a man's cock and not choke if she relaxes her throat muscles. I want you to do that, sweetheart. Don't give me any crap about not having done something like this before. Remember, my wife did it to your husband, so there's no reason why you can't do it to me."

Smiling a confident smile, knowing the beautiful brunette would obey him no matter how much it bothered her, he once again pressed his mouth down and lanced his probing tongue into the seething liqueous softness of her vaginal mucous membranes. He licked like a cat at a saucer of milk, slurping loudly.

Carol's whirling brain was uncontrollably spinning, her body alive with thrills as she kept on feeling the wonderful tonguing the man was giving her vagina, as well as her previously unlicked anus. Her ears picked up Arthur Kling's words, and though the command registered on her almost-blank mind to the extent she did intend obeying him, it didn't occur to her at that time to think what she was doing. She had become totally lost to the wonderfully delightful passions filling her vaginal passageway and her body decided for her that the penis pushed into her mouth would be like completing some kind of electrical connection which would only enhance everything that much more. Yes, yes, the circuit must be made complete. She ached to feel the man's thick cock inside her mouth, though her mind blanked out the thought of seminal fluid being fired down her gullet into her belly.

Opening her eyes she stared at the length of the throbbing penis hanging above her face. She decided it was certainly as long and as thick as that of her husband, and then she gasped out the thrills shooting through her as the wicked tongue attached to Arthur Kling once again sank into her seething cuntal morass, teasing and tantalizing her unmercifully, reawakening the burning passionate lust lurking just inside her.

Carol's hands reached out and frustratedly grasped the throbbingly weighty phallic spear, tugging it slowly down toward her wide-open mouth. When it was close enough, she flicked her tiny pink tongue out and began lustily licking the helmeted member as if this was something she had done all her life. She noted the glans had a cherry color, and she wondered if her husband's penile tip was the same color. A drop of oily viscosity dropping from the penis fell on her tongue, and Carol, without thinking, snapped it into her hungry mouth and drank it down. The smooth, sleek texture of the oil in her gullet suddenly reached her brain, and the lascivious woman realized she wanted more. Opening her mouth, she continued hungrily running her tongue over the bright-red head, watching the way it insistently twitched and jerked.

For the first time in her life Carol became suddenly aware of the fact that she exercised a certain power over this man. It had never occurred to her that she had control of her husband at a time like this, but she certainly had control of this man. She understood she was in a position to either give or withhold fantastic satisfaction where this man was concerned, and her ability to give it or not would have made her mistress of the situation had she known just how to handle it. As it was, her drunk mind was titillated at the idea, but she was still uncertain as to her abilities.

Spasms of seething lust were building in her quivering belly with the passing seconds as the long, working tongue of Arthur Kling in her seething vagina continued working, building greater intensity inside. Carol let out more of her own tongue, freely licking at the blood-bloated tip, constantly lapping it as if she had done this all her life, coating it with her warm saliva as she would lick an all-day sucker.

Remembering how Arthur had clamped his sharp teeth around the nubbin of her tiny clitoris, whipping the tip of it up and down with his tongue again and again, the girl proceeded to lash the regional supervisor's thick penis with her own lingual extension, making the swollen organ jerk and twitch every time her tongue ran against it. Spearing her tongue straight out, she formed a platter for his penis, then ovalled her narrow lips and swallowed the thick cherry tip inside.

Arthur, aware she was doing just what he wanted, decided to help things along a little, and he pushed his groin lower as the massively wet and pulsing tip filled the hot, wet cave of her formerly virginal mouth. Yes, his was the first cock to enter this mouth, and the thought thrilled Arthur Kling, knowing he was corrupting another so-called innocent.

Clasping her ribboned lips very tightly around the stiffly throbbing organ, Carol was aware of it slowly sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth. It rubbed against her palate, then began teasing the entrance to her gullet. Carol never thought about what he was doing, but her mouth automatically assumed the penis would stop at the entrance leading into her throat, and she was almost jolted out of her erotic reverie, taken by surprise as the man continued pushing his penis deeper and deeper into the taut depths of her narrow esophagus. Her mind recalled something about relaxing her throat, and she did so, even though she coughed and choked a little. All the while she continued licking and solidly pressing her tongue along the topside of his organ, feeling his phallic helmet sink slowly deeper and deeper into her opening pharynx. She fought back another choking urge, forcing herself to totally relax, and tightened her ellipsed lips around the massivity of his throbbing cock. The mastodonic prick sank deeper and deeper until the entire length sank into the heatedly tight depths of her throat's tunnel. The light pressure of her lips, automatically nibbling as her teeth all but bit down made the man's heavy balls throb with the need to unleash the heavily manufactured quantity of sticky sperm.

His own face was deeply buried as far inside the tremblingly parted lips of her cunt as it was able to go. His tongue hungrily licked up and down the slickly narrow inner passage, feeling the beautiful Carol wriggle and squirm beneath him. She was already nearing another orgasm - of this he was certain. Now he began pounding his hard cock all the more swiftly into her lovely face, feeling her lips suck and her tongue lap as his own inner excitement continued mounting higher and higher. Arthur Kling was amazed at how rapidly the woman had taken to sucking his cock, putting up no fight whatsoever. Though her expertise was still a long way away from that of his wife, she was doing exceptionally well for a woman who was doing this for the first time in her life.

Becoming more and more accustomed to the heaviness and length of the thick shaft stuffing itself in and out of her widely gaping mouth, Carol was enjoying the rich meatiness of it and for the first time, tasting the savoriness of his seminal oils, didn't think of his sperm as something dirty. For the first time she wanted to fill her nostrils with the rich essence of it, and feel her throat all but drown with the vibrant taste of it. She knew his penis was on the verge of ejaculating, and she found herself bobbing her head all the more swiftly in the hopes of bringing his climax to fruition. Her own shuddering body was wildly bouncing, now moving totally out of control as she managed to suck on the delicious phallus continually clogging her oral cavity.

Her right hand came up and cupped the prize of his twin testicles as the scrotum pressed itself into her nose. She rolled the twin ovals around and around in the palm of her hand, feeling the hairs on the scrotum tickling her skin.

Carol's lips seemed grotesquely widened and distended by the hugeness of the columnar presence of Arthur Kling's pressing penis as her mouth continued to hungrily suck it into the inner swirling depths, continually wrapping her tongue around it. Her lips folded inward with each downward thrust, then began pulling outward, revealing the inner flanges as her head pulled back, dribbling saliva down the stolid length of his phallus.

Carol was bobbing her head more quickly now, her mouth teasing and stroking as her tongue lashed the underside of the penis as well as the topside, building it toward its final submission. The huge phallic pylon seemed to swell and broaden with each bobbing movement of her lovely head as the heavily pulsing thickness of the bloatedly thick and long column continued enlarging and shuddering as it sank ever deeper into the gurgling tightness of Carol's narrow throat.

The brunette's hands, of their own volition, gripped his thighs and squeezed his balls, the fingers pleading and begging for the hotly sticky sperm they manufactured to come out. Her own body took flight into a wild ecstasy that she, herself, had never believed possible. Carol felt surrounded by a tingling, overpowering euphoria that was building her slender body toward that ultimate climax she had never experienced before in her entire life. Her head continued pumping up and down the huge length of the heavily swollen penis, moving at an even more rapid pace while she continued grinding her seething crotch into the man's lusting face and hungering mouth. The gathering billows of sensual orgasm continued rising inside her.

Carol was certain she would go completely out of her mind if she didn't achieve that final orgasm toward which her body was building. Her other hand squeezed the flat ass of the man lying on top of her while her head bobbed even more swiftly now, as if hungrily urging Arthur Kling to increase the pace of his working tongue in her vaginal center. Her lips mashed against his pubic hairs as her narrow mouth sucked with more and more vibrancy and intensity. Licentious passion continued building higher and higher in the depths of her quaking belly.

Carol was almost there. She felt herself coming nearer and nearer to the point of complete and total orgasm. Her body quivered as Arthur's tongue continued washing out her leaking vagina, the organ seeming to sink deeper and deeper into her scalding kiln. Then her heatedly wet, vaginal walls began slowly, tightly constricting around the constantly in-plunging tongue. The lovely little brunette gasped and moaned, feeling the sensations in the roiling pit of her trembling belly. Her hot cunt continued rolling with uncontrolled rapture as a delightfully wonderful spasm came bursting up with erupting wonder. Carol slammed her soaking vaginal lips solidly against the regional director's face and mouth, her inner seething juices now boiling up inside her passion-filled vagina as she finally came as never before.

"GGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUCCCCHHHHGGGG!" she gagged, her throat filled with cock, sounding like a muffled wailing banshee as he pushed his prick even deeper into her gullet. The scream seemed to sink right back into her belly.

Carol felt as if her entire body was launched on a ride into the heavens. Every tendon, every nerve ending, every inner fiber of her gasping being felt as if it had shattered as her body felt itself explode. Overwhelming rapture blasted violently through her, making her feel as if every blood vessel in her body had been torn loose from all the others.

Carol was certain this was her last moment on earth. Her body soared higher and higher, shooting through a blaze of roman candles and rockets. A continuing series of flashing lights kept on bursting around her, flickering above and below. All around she exploded repeatedly as her climax flooded through her quivering, aching body.

Hot, gurgling liquid spurted from her vagina into the face of the man lapping her pussy, washing it again and again. Arthur hungrily attempted to catch the hot spurts of colorless oil in his mouth, but there was much too much of it jetting out of her.

The regional supervisor was sucking and drinking the flooding oils pouring from the brunette's tasty pussy, aware of it flooding into his hair, his eyebrows, and all over his countenance. Still his dredging tongue continued sinking into the woman's feminine well again and again, a thirsty beast hungrily trying to suck out the inner juices.

Carol sensed the massiveness of his cock swelling even more, now. Her lips were forced to open wider as the heavy penis crammed its way deeper into the tightness of her gasping throat, sinking deeper than ever before. Even his weighty balls tried moving past her upper lip. Carol clamped her mouth all the more tightly around the probing member as her fingers clung to the flat, hairy gluteal cheeks of his ass.

"AAAAUUUUWWWWW MMMMPHHHHAAA-AANNNNNGGGGG!" he bellowed into the heated pinkness of her pussy as his balls suddenly let go, releasing the heated, sticky fluid inside him from captivity. The flooding white glue made the maddeningly sensational trip up the length of Arthur's long cock and blasted from the thick cherry tip like an exploding salvo from the mouth of a cannon, and one spurt followed another.

The abrupt and powerful blasts shooting against the back of her throat caught Carol totally by surprise. In the throes of her own climax, the lovely brunette felt as if her mouth and throat were being filled with a spurting, unending liquid coming from a huge pump. Opening her throat, she tasted the heated pungence of the man's seminal fluid, and for the first time she didn't think of it as something dirty, to be washed out of her. She was forced to suck with quickening fury to keep what seemed like a never-ending supply from dribbling from the corners of her lips. It was like hot cake icing, and it caused her trembling belly to tightly contract with inner spasms of delight, and this made her climax yet one more time - a minor climax, but on top of the overpowering one she'd just had, it felt good.

Finally, Arthur pulled his cock from her mouth and lay next to her, looking into her eyes, making her realize just who it was with whom she had done this deed. That was when shame first began to flood her body. She was unable to look the man in the eye.

"What's bugging you?" he asked.

"I feel so ashamed," she gasped, the smell of his sperm heavy on her breath for the moment.

"The hell you do," Arthur snapped. "You felt good, and you know it. You loved every bit of it."

"That's why I feel ashamed," she told him. "You're good, kiddo. You're really good. You keep on sucking like that, and you'll drive the men wild."

"Look," she told him, "I did what you wanted me to do. You won't fire Bob, will you?"

"You're too good to give up, Carol," he told her. "I want you as my mistress. For a little while, anyway."

"No!" she gasped.

"Yes!" he nodded. "As I said before, when the time comes, I want you to start taking birth control pills. Next time, I'll want to fuck you, and I don't want you to use pregnancy as an excuse. Your husband has one helluva future with Monumental, provided you play your cards right and do everything I say. Just remember, he was the one who started all this by conning my wife into sucking his cock."

"Wait'll I get him home tonight," she muttered through gritted teeth. "I'll tell him a thing or two."

"Why?" he asked. "If you want your husband to stay faithful, then you have to work at it. Do for him what you did for me. Now, let's get dressed and quietly go for another walk. By the time we return, they should be finished."


CHAPTER SIX

Carol should have been more withdrawn and introverted after her experience with Arthur Kling, but her husband's quiet behavior had just the opposite effect. That night, in bed, she asked, "Did you enjoy the game you played with Mrs. Kling?"

"Huh? What?" Bob asked.

"The gin rummy."

"Oh, the gin rummy. Yeah, sure!"

"Who won?"

"I... uhhhhh... well... that is... I don't remember."

"You don't remember who won a gin rummy game?" 'Carol asked.

"I'm tired," Bob murmured.

"Gee, that's too bad," she teased some more. "On Sunday nights you usually like to make love. I was all set for it."

"Not tonight," Bob yawned. "Maybe in the morning, or maybe tomorrow night."

He rolled over and went to sleep, and Carol knew her husband wasn't going to be in shape for lovemaking tomorrow morning. He certainly wouldn't be in shape the following night. Work really drained him, and he almost never made love on weeknights.

Thinking about what she had done with Arthur Kling, Carol admitted to herself that she had liked it. She also admitted she wouldn't willingly do it again, unless it was with her own husband. Tomorrow she would suggest to Bob that he find a job with another company, because Arthur Kling was too "forward."

So thinking, she rolled over and fell asleep, herself. That night her dreams were filled with sex, and she awoke three different times in the middle of the night - the last time in the middle of a self-induced orgasm.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Carol never did suggest to her husband that he look for another job, and slowly the weeks began to pass. During that time Arthur Kling never once showed his face, and Carol began breathing a little easier.

Her period came the day after her oral-genital affair with Arthur, and a second period came four weeks after that. Though she was determined to fight Arthur off, Carol had started taking birth control pills, and she had surprised her husband by "allowing" him to go down on her one night. She had been tempted to reciprocate, but she knew if she did it too quickly, Bob might suspect something. No, the increase in sexual activity between them had to come about slowly. This way Bob would believe he was the one who had induced it. He must never suspect what had happened between her and Arthur Kling.

It was not Arthur Kling who sexually assaulted her, the next time.

Just when Carol was starting to calm down, she answered her doorbell one day, dressed in a robe with nothing else underneath. She had just finished her housecleaning, and had, in fact, taken a quick shower. It had been while she had been drying herself off that the doorbell had rung, and so quickly wrapping a housecoat around herself, pushing her feet into blue slippers, she had gone downstairs, opened the door, and found herself facing two well-dressed men. One had white hair, and was obviously close to sixty. The other was in his mid-fifties, but his face had a look of dried leather about it, with even more wrinkles than the first man, even though his hair was light-brown. He had a short nose as opposed to the long nose of the white-haired man, and he wore no glasses while the white-haired man had on rimless spectacles. Both wore dark-brown suits, and the older man was taller than the other man who was Arthur King's height.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Hi," the leathery faced younger man said. "I'm Mike Tashman, your next-door neighbor, the manager of your husband's office. This is Nate Mann, the director of agencies, and we thought we'd stop by to speak with you for a moment."

"With me?" Carol asked.

"Yeah, with you," Mike nodded, his leathery face wrinkling even more as he smiled and the two of them stepped into the house. "We know Bob is busy at the office, and we figured we'd like to discuss his future with you."

"Why with me?" Carol asked, leading them into the living room and standing in front of them.

"Arthur Kling explained things to us," Nate Mann said. "You see, Mike, here, is about to be transferred to another, bigger agency. There'll be an opening for a new manager, and we were thinking about putting your husband into it," he said, smiling.

"Oh?" Carol asked, her heart beating.

"However," Mike said, "before I leave, I want to sample some of the goodies you gave to Arthur Kling."

"What?" Carol gasped.

"I'll be wanting to sample it on a more regular basis," Nate Mann told her. "You see, your husband is just one of three qualified men. To choose between them would be difficult indeed if there wasn't something external to sway our judgment."

"Gentlemen," she said, backing away from them, "I don't know what Mr. Kling has told you, but I want my husband to advance on his own merit."

"Stop speaking foolishly," Mann said to her, walking over to the stereo cabinet, lifting the top, and putting on the radio. Soft music flooded the room.

Abruptly, Mike Tashman's two hands encircled her waist, and when Carol tried turning away from the man, he pushed his face into her damp hair, then tugged the robe open and gripped her two breasts, squeezing on them and building spine-tingling pressure in the woman.

Carol wanted to scream and panic, but she knew if she did that, her husband's job would be lost. Not only would there be no advancement, but once again there was the spectre of his being fired. She mustn't allow that to happen.

"Please," she gasped, forcing herself to smile. "I'd rather you didn't do that."

"Come on, come on," Tashman insisted, his voice a soft whisper into her hair. "Let's have some fun. You and I can dance a little, first, huh."

"Let me get some clothes on," she pleaded.

"You have too much clothing on to suit me," Tashman told her.

Slowly he lowered his head as she squirmed around to face him, not realizing the front of her robe was open until he lowered his mouth and covered the now-hardened little nub of her upstanding nipple. The man's hungrily probing, moistly sensitive tongue began swirling around her sensitive breast, making her aware these men were very intent on possessing her.

"Aaannngghh!' No!" she gasped, pushing, "Please don't do that," she moaned, unable to pull away from the thrillingly pleasurable sensations continually penetrating her shuddering body. Damn! She suddenly realized, no matter what she knew to be right, her body was inwardly clamoring for more... more... more. It was all but impossible for her to resist.

"Stop acting like a little fool," Tashman said to her, muttering with a mouthful of her right breast. "You know very well how much you like what I'm doing."

"Yes," Nate Mann agreed. "You have nothing to worry about. There's no one around except the three of us. I would suggest your being friendly to us, Mrs. Warner, because next week we have then annual convention, and your husband, as one of the top assistant managers, is eligible to attend. It's at the convention where we announce future company decisions, such as promotions."

The older man was sitting on the arm of a large, overstuffed chair, humming to himself, tapping a foot in time to the soft music being played. He leered at the way Mike Tashman was making a play for this juicy little tidbit Arthur Kling had thrown into their laps. If Kling was right, he was in line for a promotion too, ready to take over Nate Mann's job, because Mann was about to become a company vice-president. The white-haired man was grinning happily at the writhing and helpless brunette. It was obvious from the way she was moving, in spite of her struggles Tashman was turning her on. Mann knew it wasn't Tashman's technique, because Mike Tashman was one of the crudest men around. Noo, it had to be as Arthur Kling had pointed out - that she was innately a very warm and sexy woman. Christ! The man was right! Tashman hadn't even really started yet, but the lovely brunette, in spite of all her protests, was already in heat.

Nate Mann felt his heatedly aroused penis starting to lurch in his pants. Reaching down with his left hand, he began to rub through the heavy material, rearranging the erection in the confining space of his trousers.

"Shit, honey!" Tashman gasped. "Come on! Let's you and I have ourselves a ball."

He was panting now, his massively distended penis already as solid as Gibraltar, and bulging, pushing his pants out in front of him like an elongated balloon slowly filling with air. He was aware of the lushly ripened young brunette's youthfully warm body pressing against his. Her panting breath was like exotic incense in his face, and she had unwittingly spread her slender thighs wide apart so she was able to rub her vagina against the length of his throbbing shaft.

Shee-ittt! Mike Tashman found himself unable to believe what a hot little bitch had moved in next door to him. Now he was sorrier than ever that he was moving away. Through the material in his pants, the rubbery head of his solid cock felt the tantalizing, yielding softness of her tender vaginal lips as they wetly rubbed against his penis. He moved his hands back to her firmly rounded buttocks and squeezed her soft asscheeks, digging his fingers into the delightful gluteal flesh. He felt her clenching her asscheeks back against his hands, rotating her lasciviously squirming mounds erotically in his grasp.

Carol was unable to explain what had come over her. She actually wanted the two men to rape her. It made no sense whatsoever. She ought to have been fighting them off, but she wasn't struggling. On the contrary, she was moving with the man, doing what he wanted, and her body was thrilling to it. What had come over her?

"You frigging little cunt," Tashman said to her. "Stop your teasing and let's you and I fuck!" The man's voice rasped, filled as it was with lust. He rubbed her buttocks all the harder, making her writhe, wriggle and squirm.

Carol realized she was about to go completely out of her mind with shuddering desire. Here she was, just a helpless woman, totally naked in front of these two men, and instead of fighting them off, she was helping them attack her.

There was no doubt in her mind this man wanted to ball her. So did the other one. But the worst part of it all was her own desire. It was so strong, she felt she might come just standing there, letting the oily fluids jet out of her and run down her thighs. But her conscience, all the way in the back of her mind, was still putting up a battle, and realizing what was happening, she moaned, "God! No! If my husband ever came home and learned about this, he would kill the two of you and divorce me."

It had been one thing to be coerced into something like this with Arthur Kling, whose wife was doing the same thing with her own husband, but to become a captive to all the men in the insurance company and let them make sporting use of her body whenever they felt like it was something she had no intention of doing. If she gave herself to these two men now, there would be no end to the many different officers in the company she might be expected to ball. No! She had to get away.

Abruptly, she pushed hard and suddenly twisted from Mike Tashman's grip. The man was left standing there, holding her bathrobe as she bolted up the short flight of stairs to her bedroom where the door had a lock on it.

The two men stood there totally stunned for a moment. Each felt his painfully throbbing cock beating wildly in his pants, creating the feeling of a near-explosion ready to take place. When they saw her running up the stairs, the two of them bolted after her as Tashman yelled out, "Oh no you don't, honey. You want to get laid as much as we, and the two of us would not be doing our civic duty if we walked out of here letting you feel all aroused without being satisfied." It was Nate Mann, the older, white-haired man who actually got to Carol, first. He caught her on top of the landing, and he carried her struggling body down the stairs, tightly gripping her breasts as grips to keep her from escaping again. Once he was in the living room, he tossed her on the floor.

Livid with a mixture of terror at her own desires, and hate for the two men, she gasped, "Oh you two bastards! You sons of bitches! Taking advantage of a helpless woman this way!"

"If you really didn't want it, young lady," Nate Mann said to her, "we would have been able to spot it right away, and we would have walked out of here. Of course, your husband would not have gotten his promotion, either. I'm certain one of the other wives would have been more than willing. But from what Mike and I can see, in spite of what you're saying, your body is more than willing. So instead of fighting us and giving us a hard time, why not face the fact that you're going to be fucked."

The two men were laughing softly now, both of them staring at the licentiously sprawled naked brunette. Both of them began peeling off their clothing, leaving them on the living room sofa. In almost no time they were naked, and Carol had to admit to herself that the men looked good in spite of their ages. Their bodies, while a little wrinkled, were still fairly hard, and there was no loose flabby tires around their middles. Grabbing his thickly pulsing penis in his right hand, Mike Tashman quietly said, "Take a good look at this, Mrs. Warner. I don't know what your husband sports, but I can tell you right now, you're going to be solidly fucked by a real man for a change. After you feel this cock in your cunt, you'll never go back to being a prissy little cunt again."

Carol stared as though completely mesmerized at the office manager's throbbing, angrily pulsating penis. Good Lord! It was a big one, all right, and she was sorely tempted. Her husband had been so immersed in his work of late, he hadn't been fucking her nearly as often as she would have liked. True, it was the same frequency with which he used to fuck her, but ever since her sortie with Arthur Kling she had wanted more, and Bob hadn't been up to giving it to her.

But no! It wasn't right! Just because her husband wasn't able to give her everything she wanted was no reason for her to turn into a company whore. Besides, in spite of anything they were telling her, their only reason for being here was to satisfy themselves.

Pulling herself to a sitting position, she yelled at them, "All right, you big shots. You've had your fun! Now suppose you leave me alone. I don't care if Bob isn't promoted. Just get out, the both of you."

"I'm afraid we're going to have to help Bob Warner achieve his managerial position in spite of his wife's objections," Tashman said to Nate Mann.

Carol scrambled to her feet, and suddenly the older man surprised her by tackling her. She fell to the floor again, and the air rushed out of her lungs. He rolled on top of her, pressing on her with his weight, and the air was all but shoved from her gasping lungs.

"You should've been a football star, Nate," Tashman said to the older man.

"I'm more interested in indoor sports," Nate Mann said, laughing out loud. "Besides, this little girl is really a good sport, too."

"Between the two of us, you're the senior member of our group," Tashman said. "Why not go first."

"Thank you," Nate Mann nodded from the floor, taking off his glasses and handing them to Tashman, who put them on the coffee table. "Since she's freshly showered, I want to taste a little pussy. So watch and see how a master does it!"

He dropped his face to the sparsely curling dark vaginal hairs, and he planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Carol's shimmering coralline lips.

"Uuuunnngggggghhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh no-o-o-o-o-o-o... Mr. Mann... don't... please don't..." she groaned as the older man displayed amazing strength and held her pinned to the floor so she was unable to move.

His weight was too much for Carol and though she struggled with all her strength, there was no way she was going to budget the white-haired man.

"Just watch out that she doesn't scratch your eyes out," Mike Tashman laughed.

Mann's tongue sank between her labia, and her head slammed back and hit the floor and she moaned as his tongue continued licking her sopping slit. Carol gasped, quivering, thrilling to the tongue slashing through her vaginal dehiscence again and again.

"You know you want it, you sweet bitch!" Mike Tashman said, gleefully grinning as he watched his friend continue his onslaught on the lovely brunette's unprotected loins.

Tashman saw her curvaceous beauty lying on the floor, totally naked and defenselessly wide open, writhing now in a combination of thrilling protest and ungovernable excitement. He kept his eyes fixed on Nate Mann as the older man forced his knees between the black-haired woman's thighs, spreading her lovely legs farther and farther apart.

The delightful sight of her hair-fringed vaginal furrow so deliciously damp and oyster-pink, was enough to drive the office manager out of his mind. God! What a cunt! Unconsciously the man began stroking the full length of his painfully throbbing cock while staring at the mouth-watering entrance to the lovely woman's tight little pussy.

"Ooooh God! Nate! Hurry up!" he moaned to the older man as his balls swelled and his scrotum shrunk.

Hungrily and anxiously, Nate Mann lowered his head again, his tongue licking the warmly oozing elixir as it continuously flowed from the heatedly pulsing depths of the woman's excited vagina. He nibbled at the pulsating red bud that was her swelling clitoris, eliciting moans of lust from deep within her sighing throat before savagely thrusting his lancing tongue all the way into the tight, heated depths of her womanly furnace, teasing her desire-maddened vagina mercilessly.

Oooonnnhhhhhh! No more! No more!" the gasping young raven-haired beauty shouted. "It's... uuunn-nhh... too much!"

Belying her words, the brunette beauty was writhing in total wanton abandon beneath the white-haired man, digging her heels into the floor, lunging upward and trying to force him to drive his tongue farther into the wetly throbbing confines of her heatedly dilating vaginal passage.

"Come on! Come on! Get to work on her, already," Mike Tashman was gasping. "My own balls are killing me!" he raved, his voice sounding like one long moan with each gasping breath.

For some reason, the horny manager, in all the years he had been seducing wives of underlings, had never seen anything quite so lust-provoking in his entire life. Oh Christ! It was the woman! He had never seen a female turn on so quickly in his life, and this in spite of the fact that she was claiming she didn't want what Nate Mann was doing. Christ! How she had hooked up with a guy like Bob Warner was something Tashman would never understand. But then, Mike Tashman was never able to see beyond himself, anyway.

"Aaaaahhhhh aaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" the beautiful young brunette was moaning, turning her head from side to side. "Oooooooohhhhh... hhhhhhaaaannnnnhhhhh... oh... oh... aaaannnnhhhhhhh..."

Experimentally, the older man pushed his hands beneath the cheeks of her buttocks, gripping them, cupping their fullness, squeezing their roundness, drawing her open loins all the more tightly to him, still alert to the fact that she might attempt to escape even though she was obviously thrilling to the way his tongue was solidly fucking into her pussy, now. Her heavily natural moisture was flowing readily and it was all too apparent what a wild woman she was, and how she was just dying to be solidly fucked. She might have verbally protested everything, but her body was fighting her words, letting them know how much she really wanted a solid cock.

Stiffening his tongue, Nate Mann used it as a probe, and he started thrusting it in and out of her heatedly clasping vagina with long, stabbing thrusts.

"Aaaaahhhhh... onnnnn hhhhhh... ohhhhhhhhhhhh... yesssssssssss... the lady softly gasped. "More! More! Don't stop! Please don't stop... suck me... suck me... ohhhhh... yes... yes... I need it... please... more..."

This was all the encouragement the older, white-haired man really needed. Her cunt was wet enough. Now it was time to really get on with it. He quickly moved up over her erotically squirming body and used one hand to guide the swollen length of his throbbing, lust-thickened shaft of heatedly seething cock-flesh against the tender pink pout that lay between her vaginal lips. She was wet and hot, still leaking oily juices, and he ran his cock back and forth between her inner lips without penetrating, letting the head of his penis rub against her clitoris and tantalize her.

Carol's hips began a wildly desperate and incessant rotation. She pushed against his loins until her legs, snaking out without warning, snapped solidly around him on either side of his body, her calves locking behind his thighs and pulling him all the more tightly into her.

"All right," Carol gasped, looking up into the man's glazed grey eyes. "You wanted to fuck me, now come on ahead and do it," she moaned, and began viciously raking his back with her clawlike fingernails, leaving a series of bloody lines in his wrinkling flesh from his shoulders to his buttocks.

"Yowch!" Nate Mann yelled. "Damn you, you bitch! That hurt! That really hurt!" he groaned, incited to erotic violence by the pain she had instilled in him. Hell! The little bitch was really asking for it! Well! She was going to get the best fucking he had to offer, and he had a feeling she would remember this for a long, long time to come.

Less than two feet away, still on his feet, Mike Tashman stared in hypnotized lust, his wide eyes glazed over as the older man now positioned his rigidly thick phallus at the tiny entrance to the lovely darkhaired woman's glistening cunt, and then, without a word of warning, rammed heavily forward.

"Gaaahhhh uuuunnnngggghhhh!" Carol gasped. She hadn't seen the size of this man's cock, but from the feel of it, she was certain that in length and breadth it would certainly be able to hold its own with that of Mike Tashman as she saw it standing out from the other man's loins.

Nate Mann was aware of the tickling sensation on his back as warm blood trickled from her claw marks, running to his buttocks as he sadistically slammed his throbbing hips forward, consistently groaning as his rock-solid cock continued plunging into the heatedly throbbing softness of the beautiful woman's convulsively clinging, narrow vagina. His blood-bloated phallus drove in hard, sinking to the depths in the tightness of her squeezing belly, pushing the tortured vaginal walls ahead of it in accordioning ripples, not stopping for an instant until it was buried to the very hilt and his sperm-filled testicles slapped loudly against her straining, upturned buttocks.

"Oooooonnnnnggggghhhhh!" the beautiful Carol loudly groaned, feeling a delightfully exalted agony. It felt as if the older man was ripping her open from her belly button to her anus, tearing her tremblingly vulnerable young vagina painfully apart as surely as if he were hammering a long, solid rod of steel into her, and yet there was an undeniable overpowering and delightful pleasure, as well. The burly older man's thickly swollen throbbing prick continued filling her pulsating cavity in its entirety, taking up all the room inside her painfully stretched interior. The stretching had been painful because, in spite of his having tongued her first, he had rammed his cock in very quickly, not letting her walls slowly adjust to its presence. He had pushed well past her cervix into her deepest part, and she was moaning. There was pain, but there was more than pain. There was delight.

"All you need is a little stretching, honey," Nate Mann teased. "Hey, maybe that husband of yours has a toothpick for a cock. Well don't worry, by the time Mike and I get through with you, you'll be able to hold an elephant," he assured her, grinning heartlessly down at her as he all but lay on top of her, staring sadistically into her confused face. "But I'll tell you this, sweets. You have one tight pussy there, and for that your husband is to be envied."

Carol dared not move a muscle at the moment for fear it would only increase her agony. Good Lord! This was too much! They had simply walked in, and without so much as a by-your-leave, had pulled her robe off, thrown her to the floor, and were, in essence, raping her. What if some passing neighbor walked up to the front window and peered in? What if her husband came home early and unexpectedly?

Once again tears filled her eyes as she felt remorse in spite of the thrills shooting through her above and beyond the pain. She was crying as she begged out loud, "Oh please... please... don't do this to me! Please!"

Carol was terrified, certain something was certain to happen eventually that would let her husband know she had been putting out for all these different Monumental men. The worst part of it was, she really didn't want anything to do with these men. They weren't at all gentle, and they didn't make love in any way. They simply fucked.

"How does the old cock feel inside you now, Mrs. Warner," the older man teased, excited by the look of fear and the tears running down her cheeks. His penis inside continued vibrantly expanding and swelling.

"Come on, Nate," Mike Tashman called out. "It's time to turn the bitch over so I can get into her, too. I let you go first. Now at least let me into the ass."

"All right, all right, stay calm," Nate Mann said to him. "Relax for a minute, will you. It's just that her cunt is so tight it feels as if it's all set to yank my cock out right by the roots. This broad's fantastic!" Slowly the white-haired man began to withdraw his lust-swollen cock from her tight pussy, gasping, moaning, and sighing between tightly clenched teeth at the heatedly enfolding pressure of the beautiful brunette housewife's tightly squeezing and contracting vaginal walls. When he was aware of the full length of his rod except for the head being free of her seething pussy, the man balanced himself on his hands and knees, and then taking a deep breath, very, very slowly thrust it solidly home once again, burying his throbbing cock to the hilt in the squeezing tightness of her belly as he continued delightfully and thrillingly impaling the helpless woman.

Carol was moaning with tormented pleasure as her entire body moved with that of the man. Her heels were dug unto the carpeting on which she lay, and her buttocks and fulcrum rammed into the air in time to meet the man's overpowering downward thrust. Her arms and legs flailed out in all directions as he continued plunging roughly in and out of her tightly sucking cunt.

"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhh... y-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-s-sssssssssss... aaannnhhh..." she mindlessly moaned out. "Ahhh... yes, yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck me, hard! Fuck me... f-u-u-u-u-u-u-ck meeeeeeeee..."

With overpowering, seething lust, the older man continued pistoning his throbbing cock brutally in and out of her heatedly tight and clinging vagina, so anxious to enjoy her tightness, he wasn't willing to wait for her narrow elastic interior to adjust to the alien thickness of his swollen, wedgelike plunger, as it moved through her tantalizing depths again and again.

Nate Mann rolled over onto his back with a single pulling move. The motion, with his arms and legs wrapped around the lovely Carol, pulled the naked young brunette into a kneeling position over him. He lascivious need for cock had now numbed her mind, and at the moment Carol was totally unaware of the movements of the second man in the room as he reached down and began caressing the widespread cheeks of her wavering tan buttocks.

Timidly, but with growing eagerness, Carol bent forward on the older man and began sliding her wetly throbbing vaginal foramen up and down the length of Nate Mann's long, solid shaft, her eyes wildly glazed with desire. The man's soft caresses had lulled her into a false sense of security, but all that changed very abruptly when she felt the tip of Mike Tashman's outstretched finger beginning its probe in the damp crevice that lay between her upthrust, continually pumping asscheeks.

Not really aware what she was doing at the moment, the lovely brunette spread her rounded knees even wider on both sides of Nate Mann's hips, and she was actually pushing back, slamming her buttocks against Mike Tashman's probing finger.

"Ohhhhh hhhhhh... fuck... uuuunnnnhhhhh... me... please..." she loudly groaned, feeling nothing now but the need for some kind of physical satisfaction.

"Okay, Mike," the white-haired man grinned, and smirking lasciviously he grabbed her nakedly rounded buttocks and held them splayed wide apart, presenting her asshole to the smiling Tashman.

At this moment the helpless Carol suddenly became aware of the heat of another naked body moving in behind her. Gasping, the lovely woman turned her head, puzzled what Tashman was doing there, and then, seeing the lust-contorted, almost totally insane expression on the man's face, she wondered why he was salivating as he stared at her rounded, pulled-apart buttocks. That was when the beautiful, darkhaired young housewife suddenly became aware of precisely what it was the two men planned doing to her, and she began struggling.

"No, oh no, oh no, don't... not that," she begged, gasping as Mike Tashman's extended forefinger began pushing itself forward and she felt a sudden stab of pain in the narrow and tight pucker of her prunelike anus. "Hhbhhaaannnngggghhhh! Don't... don't... it hurts... please stop... please... please..." she gasped, and then her voice strangled in her throat as the man's finger abruptly forced its way through her futilely resisting anal ring.

The office manager was totally deaf to the beautiful brunette's gasping pleas. At this moment, the lecherous man had only one thought rambling through his mind - just one. He was intent on solidly ramming the entire length of his thick, hard penis all the way into her rectum and her colon. He was going to ream out her tight asshole while Nate Mann continued solidly plugging her pressuring pussy. Jesus Christ! This was going to be some spectacular fuck... yeah man! He was already aware of her rectal muscles pulling on his finger as if trying to milk something from it. Damn! He wasn't going to wait any longer.

"You hold still, you hot little bitch!" Mike Tashman ordered, and then he thrust his finger all the way into the tightness of her heated anal canal as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you, too, honey. While Nate's going in the front door, I'll be traveling through the back door, down the old dirt road."

"Ohhh... uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh... no... no... no..." Carol gasped. "The two of you inside me at the same time will kill me! Please... please... wait... wait... let him finish and I'll let you go through the front way too," the helplessly impaled, beautiful housewife gaspingly pleaded. The manager merely smiled as he ground his finger deeper into her rectum, making her gag out, "No! No one has ever done anything like that to me before."

"Terrific," Tashman laughed. "You know, I've always wanted to enjoy a virgin asshole."

The manager grinned sadistically at her, letting her know he was going to fuck her back there no matter how hard she resisted. He pressed his finger a little harder into her, moving it around and around, rubbing the sensitive lining of her anus.

Carol, seeing she was helplessly trapped, moaned and groaned as she felt the heated length of Nate Mann's relentless poker of solid penile flesh continually probing into the sucking depths of her womanly vagina while Mike Tashman's finger continued expanding her defenselessly puckering anal opening. Lord! She knew she wouldn't be able to stand much more of this. They were hurting her. Then she remembered how Arthur Kling had told her to relax completely when he was pushing his cock down her throat. If relaxing was able to open her throat muscles, it might do the same thing to her ass muscles. Closing her eyes, she forced herself against all odds to relax.

A sudden thrill began shooting through her rear-end as she surrendered and allowed her anus to be totally subjugated by the man with the leathery, wrinkled face. She realized it really wasn't any use trying to fight these people. They were all of them much too strong to fight. Besides, Nate Mann's cock, still fully buried in the depths of her vagina, felt very good now. There was no pain in there at all.

Carol had no idea that anyone actually indulged in anal intercourse. Still if these two monsters were doing it to her, it was obvious she wouldn't be the first person to undergo this, nor would she be the last.

Kneeling there, leaning forward over Nate Mann, she forced herself to concentrate on the white-haired director of agencies as his massive cock continued pushing into her cunt from below. Gradually, little by little, she once again began moving her vagina hungrily up and down the hardened length of the flesh-and-muscle shaft. That was when she became aware of the other man's heatedly pulsating penis rubbing wetly against the softness of her right buttock. Abruptly, Mike Tashman's forefinger came popping out of her cruelly enlarged rectal channel, and for the brief moment it was totally empty she felt a strange loneliness. Good lord! It was the strangest of sensations.

For some unknown reason, the beautiful brunette was no longer able to stand the empty feeling in her rear-end for the moment. She was vaguely aware of the fact she had never been so aroused and excited in her entire life. Obscene as it all was, she wanted this to happen, even with the knowledge there would be pain. There had to be pain, because her rectal opening was so narrow. Even so, she was willing to experience the hurt.

"All right, all right," she sobbed. "I'll let the two of you do it to me," she agreed, speaking through tightly clenched teeth. "Let's make it happen."

The beautifully naked young housewife didn't have very long to wait. Almost at once she became aware of the athlete behind her pressing the swollen head of his throbbing and pulsating cock against her tiny, narrow virginal anus. Trying to steady herself for the torturous pain she was about to feel, she tightly clamped her eyes shut, and her lips bared back over her even white teeth as they gnashed together.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, her voice louder this time as her entire body quivered.

Her shrill, lust-hoarsened, gasping, almost choking voice filled the room, carrying to the opening kitchen door where Bob Warner, as Carol had feared, was coming home early. He had finished with his latest group of trainees, and feeling good, he was coming home with the idea of enjoying a little lovemaking with his wife in the late afternoon. Carol had been very receptive to him of late, even allowing him to leave on the light so he had been able to look at her. Now, he froze, silently closing the kitchen door and going to the entrance leading to the living room. He had heard his wife cry out, but the words had sounded so obscene, he was certain his wife had not been able to utter them. She had sounded as if she was in pain. What the hell was going on?

Standing in the doorway, off to the side, with his head peering through, feeling his legs vibrantly trembling, Bob Warner peered at the tableau in the living room and was unable to believe what he was seeing. A strangled moan was coming from his wife's throat, but it was a moan of lust, not of anguish.

The sight was too much for him, and he wanted to bolt and run, but for the moment he was rooted to the spot. His wife, the woman whom he had only recently been converting to his way of thinking when it came to sex, was in the middle of something he was certain she would never have permitted.

There she was, kneeling on the floor, stripped bare and writhing, her roundly naked, tan buttocks squirming and jerking again and again in unrestrained eagerness while Nate Mann, the director of agencies lay on his back beneath her, himself naked, his cock already stuck into her pussy. Behind her lusciously ripe body Mike Tashman was now using his thumbs to pull her pillowed buttocks wide apart, separating them to expose her brown, puckered anus.

"Now you're... uhhh... acting smart," Nate Mann was grunting. "You keep this up, honey, and your husband'll not only be manager, but in the next five years will probably be promoted to regional supervisor. Bob is good, but what makes corporate politics is bedfellows," Mann grunted. "As long as you're our bedfellow, your husband's chances of promotion continue increasing. Don't you forget it, Carol."

For a moment the handsome young assistant manager felt as if someone had belted him in the solar plexus with a slamming fist. Good God! How long had this been going on? All this time he had thought of his wife as a pure, pristine prude, who was slowly coming around to his way of thinking, and here she was, behaving like the most wanton whore of all time. He began to wonder if he had achieved his position as assistant manager on his own, or had his wife been instrumental in helping him get it.

Was it possible the two men were raping her? Yes, yes, that had to be it! They were raping her! He ought to do something to help her. He was her husband, her protector, her defender... but then he remembered with a certain amount of despair the words she had been uttering when he had walked in, the words he was certain his wife would never say. She was encouraging them to continue with this.

The handsome young assistant manager's eyes moved to her loins, watching as Nate Mann's cock continued ramming in and out of her vagina. At the same time Mike Tashman's rigid, fleshy penis was poised at his wife's anus like a steam drill preparing to power its way in, and he was really frightened at what he was witnessing. No wonder Tashman had not been able to come home with him today. He had supposedly left early with Nate Mann for a business conference, claiming he wouldn't be back at the office for the rest of the day, so Bob had stolen a few hours in the hope of being alone with his wife. Now he saw the business conference Nate Mann and Mike Tashman were attending.

Even if the two men were raping her, just what was Bob Warner supposed to do at that point. The two men were so powerful in the Monumental organization, they would have crushed him like a grape. He would lose his job, and they were clever enough to have him blackballed from any other insurance company.

Bob Warner was very intelligent, and he realized, even if his wife was now a willing participant, she must have been forced into this, initially. Yes, that was it! They had coerced her, perhaps dangling his initial promotion as assistant manager before her to make her put out for them. Now they were using her until they became bored with her, and then they would move on to the next woman. Did this mean all his promotions would be withdrawn because they hadn't been earned? Hell, no! Knowing Carol as he did, no matter how much she might be outwardly enjoying this, her conscience would be tearing her apart. She was sacrificing herself for him. He had to make certain her sacrifice wasn't in vain. He had to consolidate his position at Monumental, and make himself a really big wheel there, and the only way to do that was by working hard while they used Carol so they would have good reason to promote him.

"Hold her still, will you, Nate," Mike Tashman was saying. "She's a small woman and she has a narrow asshole. Just keep her steady while I push my cock into her." He was pressing one hand into the small of Carol's back, and she confirmed her husband's suspicions a moment later, when Bob heard her say, "Remember, I want that managerial promotion for Bob, for this."

"He'll get it," Nate Mann assured her.

Bob saw his wife, even though verbally willing, struggling physically, impotently against the mighty overpowering strength of the two men - men whose faces he would have gladly pushed in. But his job was critical at this moment. He noticed, even as his wife struggled, she was unable to stop her fucking movements. The cuckolded husband stared with his eyes wide as Mike Tashman ran his visibly throbbing penis along the outside of her slippery vaginal flesh, making it nice and wet, after which he once again pointed it at her crinkled anus.

The handsome husband was so engrossed at present in the lascivious spectacle presented to him at the moment, of his wife being manhandled by the two men, he was totally unaware of his own increasing erection. Suddenly he felt it pressing painfully against the tightness of his pants, and he realized his wife's body was the most exciting female form he had ever seen. He was shamefully aroused and excited at the thought of his woman being ravished by the two officers in Monumental, both of whom had cocks that easily matched his own in length and breadth, give or take a millimeter. He had to be crazy standing here and watching them ravish his Carol.

But the handsome assistant manager found himself totally unable to move. It was as if he had been hypnotized and ordered to remain perfectly still, no matter what sights registered on his mind. His eyes anxiously remained glued to the beautiful woman's nakedly trembling buttocks as Mike Tashman tugged her asscheeks wider and wider apart, as if intent on halving her like a ripe peach.

Then Bob saw the skinny runt of wrinkled man lean forward and down and deposit a mouthful of sputum on the tiny little pucker of Carol's asshole. Time seemed to stand still as the spit soaked its way into her anal opening, and then Tashman reared up just enough, and the spearlike length of his throbbing, shuddering penis was pressing itself solidly into the warm slit between the brunette's buttocks, its lust-inflated head resting against the small rubbery opening so wet from a combination of saliva and her own dripping vaginal juices. Wrapping his skinny arms around the lovely woman's waist, cruelly digging his fingertips into the softness of Carol's flat belly in order to hold her perfectly still, the leather-faced man slowly began pressing forward.

Bob held his breath, praying the cock wouldn't be able to go in. It felt as if he was staring forever, but he slowly exhaled the moment he saw the thick, white length of penile shaft - the male muscle of inflexible rigidity now slowly, very slowly force her asshole wider and then slip through her tight anal ring. He watched, unable to believe as the tiny brown pucker of the anus, as well as the pink flesh beyond, slowly swallowed up the head of the man's throbbing cock, and then slowly slipped halfway down the blue-veined length of the hard, impaling penile instrument. He was unable to believe it. He was certain the very thickness of the penis would rip his wife's anal tunnel wide open. Bob knew he ought to charge into the room then and there and confront them, but he didn't. He remained where he was, watching as Tashman's cock had half its length buried in the tightness of the woman's rectum.

The handsome husband was in a near state of shock at this point. He almost cried when he heard his beautiful wife loudly gasping and groaning, and then all but screaming, "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaahhhh! No! No! It hurrrts! Oh God! It hurts! Please... no... take it out... don't do this... don't do this... nothing is worth this pain...

Instantly, the older, white-haired man, Nate Mann, clamped his hand very tightly over Carol's wide-open mouth, muffling the sounds she made as she continued struggling and fighting in an effort to escape the brutal dual impalement of her body. She groaned against the palm of his hand as it pressed against her tender lips, but her mumbled pleas for mercy went completely unheard. There was no one to help her at the moment, for she was unaware her husband was watching. Right now, all that seemingly existed was the swollenly thick lance of penis being solidly spiked into the tightness of her anus by the ugly, leather faced man who was kneeling behind her, as well as the long, thick cock of the older man filling her tender vagina.

There was no escape from this horribly depraved and outrageous attack on her person as she lay there, totally helpless, not even able to force her knees out from under her. The blunt intrusion of the horrible penis of Mike Tashman continued vibrating through every fiber of her shuddering being as it pushed her soft, rubbery inner flesh wider and wider, stretching the narrow anal passage in great, overpowering surges of pain before it. He was driving more and more of his penile stanchion into her backside, shoving it ceaselessly into her as if she were being impaled on an elephant's trunk. She gasped and groaned, totally helpless in submission to these two men, her eyes wide open in unspeakable torment until she abruptly felt the coarse hairs of the man's loins scrubbing like an S.O.S. soap pad into the naked softness of her trembling buttocks. The cruelly rigid thickness was finally buried to the hilt in her tiny asshole, the head of the cock actually poking into her colon.

"Ohhhhh... hhhh uuuuu nnnnnhhhhh... Jeeeesus!" Mike Tashman muttered. "Old Bob doesn't know what a gem he has here. She has the tightest asshole I've ever fucked."

Bob almost fell to the floor, listening to the two men. He hated them and wanted to take two butcher knives out of the kitchen drawer and shove them into the two superiors.

"Funny..." Nate Mann was gasping. "All of us have come up the same way... where our superiors fucked our wives. Only now it's our turn to do the fucking."

"You know... uuuu hhhhh... what's even funnierrrr..." Mike Tashman groaned. "Since we keep everything... uhhhhh... in our wives names for tax purposes, they have us by the balls... ooooooh! If they were to order us to promote someone within the company... ahhhhhhhh... we'd have no choice but to obey."

"Yeah, but they don't know from spit about Monumental," Nate Mann groaned. "They're too interested in going to Switzerland and keeping their bodies firm and their faces young, and their tits from sagging. Come on, Mike, forget about the wives, and fuck!"

Carol turned her head so quickly, she suddenly dislodged the older man's hand from her mouth. She lay on top of him, gasping and whimpering, looking down into his face as she moaned, "Ohhhh... please... please... please... d-o-o-o-o-o-o-n't..."

"Shut up, Carol," Nat Mann insisted. "Our wives fucked to get us ahead in the business world, and there's no reason why you should be any different."

"No..." she moaned, but all sound suddenly was cut off as Mike Tashman began making long, smooth strokes in and out of her defenseless little anal opening. All she was able to do was grunt and groan.

Gasping in anguish, the helpless brunette felt herself solidly impaled on the twin penises. Tashman's long, hard cock continued pounding deeper into and out of her rectum, stretching her asshole all the more with every driving thrust, while her body moved to counter the thrusts, and thus rode up and down on the long pole filling her tight cunt. Each vicious thrust into her upturned buttocks slammed her down solidly onto the thickly impaling penis skewering deeper and deeper into her tender vagina. Ohhh God! She was being fucked as she had never been fucked before. It was painful. But it was more! Oddly, it was also becoming pleasurable. With a single final moan, the wantonly impaled young wife found herself submissively accepting her fate.

Tashman, continuing to mutter obscenities, remained behind her nakedly kneeling body as he gasped with a loud sadistic enjoyment. He loved ass-fucking, and this was one really nice, tight ass. Yes, it had been a virginal ass, and he adored them when they were so tight. With sadistic pleasure he was sawing the full length of his hard cock rhythmically and without mercy in and out of the softly enveloping tightness of her back passage, bringing alternating sobs of pain and gasps of thrilled delight from the poor woman's tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled in her entire life. Her whole rectum was burning, as if someone had set a fire inside it as the office manager straightened out on his knees and pounded forward, lancing the full, rigid length of his throbbing cock repeatedly into the tightness of her screaming belly. On each withdrawal, Carol felt the massive organ pulling all the tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping flesh out as it continued tightly gripping the thick pole of his prick.

Carol became dimly aware of the man beneath her grunting with loud pleasure, saying, "Son of a bitch! Her tight cunt is about to chew off the end of my cock! Jesus! Mike! Slow down or I'll blow my load before you really get started."

"Unnnnhhhhh... Godddddddd... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. The lovely young housewife moaned loudly as her hips began a continuing slow rotation which might have been an eagerness to move with the two men, or a possible attempt to escape. The voluptuous brunette woman lay nakedly shish-kebabed between the two thrusting superiors of her husband, and less than ten feet away from the fucking trio, his eyes helplessly glued to the scene, totally shocked by the sight of it all, Bob Warner remained, unmoving. Carol was blissfully unaware of her husband's presence. In her present mental condition, had she become aware of it, she would have killed herself. The humiliation she was undergoing was bad enough, but for Bob to ever find out would have been too much for her. Even though all this had come about because of his initial infidelity, Carol felt it was no excuse for her to behave like a wanton slut, and even if her body was starting to enjoy it, this was no reason for her to accept such behavior.

Moaning and sobbing from pain and rapidly mounting excitement, the lovely brunette realized her helplessly sandwiched body was coming to a vibrant peak of lust-filled sensation. It was unbelievable, but the pain was slowly fading, and she found herself starting to respond automatically to what the two men were doing to her. She shuttled back and forth between the two masculine bodies, feeling the thin membrane separating her vaginal channel from her anal opening being constantly and vibrantly pounded by the two continually driving penises as they fucked between her widespread thighs.

Once they had her total cooperation and realized it, the two insurance company members took only a few seconds to establish a natural rhythm, thrilling to the pressure of the other man's driving cock through the thin membrane of tissue inside. They began buffeting her sensuously quivering young body back and forth between the two of them like the clapper of a bell being moved from one side of the bell to the other.

Bob remained hidden to the side of the doorway, still staring at the thickly menacing penises as they continued fucking in and out of the tightness of his beautifully naked wife's two lower tunnels. The lasciviousness of the scene had worked him into a fevered pitch of excitement. Ohhhhhhh... Godddd! His throbbing cock was hurting like hell!

Completely unaware of when he had started, he suddenly realized he was rubbing the length of his pulsing prick through the rough material of his suit pants. All the while his eyes remained glued to the scene of the three wantonly squirming, moving bodies on the living room floor. He was suddenly aware Carol was no longer struggling against the two men, nor was she moaning and groaning in pain. On the contrary, the mewls coming from her mouth were those of lascivious delight. The tone of her voice had changed, and now her salacious grunts and groans plainly indicated the lovely dark-haired woman was actually enjoying the brutal ravishment being visited on her.

The young assistant manager continued watching, never once taking his eyes away, noting the way the two wetly glistening penises continued wildly slamming into the tight, defenseless little openings that were his wife's cunt and asshole, making the rectal and vaginal mouths stretch to accommodate the two pistoning organs. The two long gleaming phallic pylons constantly disappeared into the tightness of her anus and vagina, only to reappear again less than a moment later, drawing back for another forward thrust into paradise.

Bob was able to see his wife's clasping, flamingo-pink vaginal edges suddenly leap up, looking for all the world like a sucker fish's mouth as the cunt clung to Nate Mann's swollenly thick penis on the outstroke. Then he saw the piston of the white-haired man push itself back into Carol's trembling belly as she slowly sank downward, forcing the virile cockshaft to roar into her helpless body again and again.

The wrinkled, leathery Mike Tashman who was kneeling behind Carol continued ramming his solidly rigid white phallus into the tightness of her rectum again and again... seeing the little brown puckered edges of her anal opening as well as the inner pinkness of her rectal tissue rising and falling, moving in and out with the constant motions of his driving jabs.

The crudely, cruelly sandwiched woman was a prisoner of these two men, but more, she was a prisoner of her own feelings. Her shamelessly aroused and wanton body had taken over command from her brain, and she was feeling a masochistic pleasure that no longer left room for doubt. She needed both penises inside her... needed them both to fuck her now... to use her exactly as they were using her. The pain had completely disappeared, replaced by overpowering, pleasurable sensations that continued surging through her like a warm current, blistering the interior of her slavishly kneeling body.

Bob continued staring, despair mounting inside him, salacity and excitement also building at the wanton sight of his wife being fucked half to death by two of the superiors in the insurance company for which he worked. God! The salesmen had no idea how much simpler their lives were than that of an executive. Hell! He had made good money as a salesman, but he had to admit he liked the overrides on the commissions he was receiving of the many different salesmen he was now training.

Had Carol been screaming, fighting, trying to claw their eyes out, it would have given Bob the courage to charge into the room and right the two men attacking her. But her willingness to accept what was happening to her in the belief that it would help her husband's career weakened the normally strong man. Was this to be his lot in life? Was he to permit his superiors to fuck his wife again and again until he was one of the men on top, at which time he would start fucking the wives of men below him who were trying to climb the ladder of success? He had to admit it was more fun fucking the wife of a superior, than having to wait until he was one of the big shots so he'd be able to fuck the wife of an up-and-coming youngster. Arthur King's wife had been one helluva lot of fun to fuck.

Something the two men in the room said stuck in his mind - about their own wives having put out when they were younger. From the way Carol was enjoying what the two men were doing to her, it became obvious to Bob that the wives of his superiors, probably fucked many times, had learned to love extra-marital affairs. Like Arlene Kling, they probably looked for extra cock whenever they were able to get it. The company conference was coming up, in the Bahamas. An idea was coming to Bob, and it was going to be a doozy of an idea.

His heart continued pounding as he watched his gorgeous wife's naked hips starting to move backward with a regulated rhythm to meet each of Mike Tashman's frantic thrusts into the tightness of her rectum. Then she moved forward to devour the entire length of the surging cock of Nate Mann as it embedded itself once again in the clinging tightness of her coral interior, slamming into her from below. Her body began quivering and shaking in undisguised rapture, and her gyrating white buttocks continued rotating in wildly wanton circles.

"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhh... oooonnnnnhhhhh... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhhh..." she groaned, though it sounded more like crooning, her voice like that of a cheerleader urging the two men on as if they were engaged in some outdoor sport instead of balling.

At that moment the assistant manager heard the timbre of his wife's voice change as she suddenly gasped out, "Uuuuunnnnnhhhh... fuck meeeeee... y-e-e-e-e-e-ssssss... fuuuuck meeeeeeee... harrrderrr... harrrrderrrr... aaaannnngggghhhh... I'm... uhhh... going to... aaannnhhh..."

Bob's mind was reeling and spinning, his eyeballs bugging out of his head from the impact of the sight he was seeing. Carol looked more arousing tan ever, and he was determined that in the future he was going to fuck every orifice in her lovely body.

The two company officers, as if by some secret, prearranged signal between them, thrust their penises solidly forward, both embedding their throbbing cocks far, far up into the tightness of her cunt and colon at the same time. They hung on for dear life. The two of them bucked and fucked uncontrollably with the beautiful young raven-haired housewife who was continuing to wriggle and squirm, moaning as if she were afflicted with some plague while remaining tightly sandwiched between the two naked male bodies.

The handsome young assistant manager's eyes were blinded with tears as he realized the sacrifice his wife was making for him. His voice had caught in his throat, and he was no longer touching himself as the three people gasped out their climaxes one at a time, but with Carol actually shrieking since she was feeling a dual orgasm - one in her rectum as well as one in her tight vagina.

"AAAAAIIIIII YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAGGGG!" she bellowed, wriggling between the two penises already firing searing blasts of white semen into her two tunnels. Again and again the two men shot into her, their own voices caught in their throats so they were unable to yell.

Bob stared, then realized it was time for him to beat a hasty retreat. He wasn't going to allow his wife's sacrifice to be in vain. But at the same time he was going to save her many years of having to surrender her body to any dirty old man who coveted her.

The convention was going to solve everything - everything. When it was over, he would know for sure where he stood.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Freeport, in the Bahamas, was like paradise. There were large, really huge hotels, and one gigantic gambling casino. At night there were the supper clubs, and during the days there was the pool and the beach chairs where everyone was able to lounge in relative comfort. Naturally, the men of the Monumental Insurance Company had to attend meetings. This was, after all, a convention, and in order for it to be written off as such, the meetings were necessary, where the superior salesmen explained to the up-and-coming youngsters how to sell more and better.

Carol went shopping with some of the wives of the salesmen who worked under her husband the first two days of the convention, and Bob, after the meetings, had a small convention of his own with the wives of the men who headed Monumental. He knew his own wife was going to be used again. But this was going to be the last time. He'd wait for the big wheels in the company to make their move, and then he would signal to the wives.

It was on the third day of the convention that Arthur Kling and Nate Mann encountered Carol as she was coming out of her room, dressed in a bikini and terrycloth robe. From the looks in their eyes, Carol was immediately terrified.

"Wh-what do you want?" she gasped. "I've done everything you wanted. Can't you leave me alone?"

"Ah, but now we have three other men we'd like you to meet," Kling said to her. "We have the chairman of the company, the president, and the vice-president."

"You can't," Carol gasped. "You just can't do this to me.

"Who said we can't," Nate Mann asked, taking charge all of a sudden. "You'd better believe we can. Tonight is the big meeting, where all the announcements are made following dinner. If you want things to work out, well then you'd better come along into the room next door. We purposely had you put in this room so you'd be right next door to the chairman's room." He gripped her by her upper arm and propelled her toward the next-door room.

The moment she was thrust into the room, Carol saw the other three men. First, there was Harry Norton, the chairman of the board, and the big wheel at Monumental. He had greying temples, otherwise brown hair, and an almost-regal face. Second, there was Sy Gertz, the president of Monumental, with iron-grey hair and piercing grey eyes. He had a big nose that looked like a blob of putty slapped onto his face. He was the tallest of the trio. Finally there was the shortest man in the group, even shorter than Arthur Kling. Al Kast had long, black, ringleted hair, a nose like a banana, a mustache like Hitler, and pimples all over his face.

Looking around the room, Carol noted the sitting room had mattresses scattered all over the floor, and she realized this was not the chairman's regular room, but an extra room Monumental was paying for so the three men would be able to get their kicks.

Norton, the chairman, was sitting in a chair in the corner. Like everyone else in the room he was wearing Bermuda shorts. At the moment he was sucking a drink through a straw, his handsome regal, but vacuous face staring at her, his dark eyes contrasting with an almost-pasty complexion. His eyes swept over her body, and he nodded, saying, "Very nice, Nate, very nice. She'll certainly do, if you can vouch for the fact that her husband is part of the company."

"He is," Nate Mann nodded. "True, he doesn't know what's going on at the moment, but he won't object when he finds out we're making him manager of the office."

"I assume the man is capable of becoming manager," Norton snapped. "We at Monumental only want capable men."

"And capable women," Sy Gertz agreed.

Harry Norton was retiring after tonight, and Sy Gertz was going to be moved up to chairman, while Al Kast would be moved from vice-president to president. Carol knew all about the succession that was going to take place.

Setting his drink aside, Harry Norton got to his feet and walked over to Carol, his hard eyes filled with raw, burning lust. He had on a robe, and he removed it to reveal that aside from his Bermuda shorts, he had nothing else on. He was bare-chested, and very hairy. He wasted no time pressing the terrified brunette against his body until the warmth of his throbbing cock pushed into her abdomen. His fingers reached down and dug into her moonlike buttocks through the terrycloth robe.

"Yes, she's definitely all right," Harry Norton nodded, seeing the fear in Carol's eyes that would make her obey him.

The man let go of her, and Arthur Kling stepped forward, gripping her arm and walking her backward as he removed the robe from her shoulders. Her bare feet - she had lost her slippers on the way in - slid reluctantly across the carpet until the backs of her ankles touched the mattress on the floor. Then Kling pushed her body onto the mattress. She sat, then lay down, and the chairman of Monumental divested himself of his shorts, revealing a solid, almost massive penis with lots of curling grey hairs around it.

It was as if Harry Norton's action were some kind of signal. As the lovely Carol lay sprawled on the mattress, the other four men in the room began undressing too. It was an awesome sight for the helpless brunette as she looked around, from one to the other, seeing the way the men shed their shorts quickly. She was ringed by massively swollen cocks, and she knew there was no escape.

Before she had a chance to move, Nate Mann was lying beside her on the carpet, capturing her tender mouth and kissing her very hard. His tongue lashed into the depths of her oral cavern.

Below, she felt hands prying into her clamped-together thighs, pulling them apart, caressing the inner softness of her nakedly sensitive loins. Hands tugged at her bikini, and before she knew it, she was totally naked on the mattress. Fingers were running along her widely spread thighs, playing in her ebony pubic curls for a moment, and then she was aware of an outstretched finger slipping into her heated vaginal slit to titillate the hardened bud of her trembling clitoris, making it stiffen even more. She was certain the man touching her cunt was Harry Norton. None of the others would dare do so before the chairman.

Then another pair of hands was cupping and fondling the swells of her ripely straining breasts. Fingers dug into the softness of her flesh and she winced. The fingers relaxed, and a man's wetly sucking mouth was there now, pulling hard on her quiveringly sensitive nipple, sending quivering, shivering chills of rapture charging wildly up her spine and shimmering through her entire body.

God! It was happening again! All those wonderfully delicious and thrilling sensations. She found herself unable to resist them.

Ever since the bout with Nate Mann and Mike Tashman, Carol had found her husband making love to her every night she didn't have her period, and the moment Bob touched her she went into heat. Now, when these men touched her, she instantly responded, unable to control herself. She whitened with fear, terrified of herself and her responses more than anything else.

"Give her something to drink," Harry Norton ordered.

They sat Carol up on the mattress, and she was handed a double scotch. Though she normally wasn't a drinking woman, this time she slugged it down. She greedily drank it all, hoping it would make her oblivious to everything, just as the wine Arthur Kling had given her had almost blanked out feeling until the only sensations were those of utter pleasure.

When she had finished the scotch, hands took the glass from her, and Harry Norton walked over to her and said, "You can use my cock as a chaser."

"What... I... uhhh..." she gasped.

"You do suck cock, don't you?" Norton asked.

"She sure as hell does," Arthur Kling nodded.

"And she will," Nate Mann said grimly.

The chairman of Monumental Insurance lay on his back on the mattress with a lewd grin and said, "Well? How about it?"

"Okay, doll, you hear him," Nate Mann said to her. "Just crawl over there between the man's legs and start getting to work on him."

Carol shot the white-haired Mann a malevolent glance, but she knew better than to disobey him. Nakedly she crouched down between the man's widespread thighs, and she reached out for his lengthy thick penis, grasping it and hesitantly lowering her head down to it.

Moving his bearlike body behind the subserviently kneeling Carol's slender form, the white-haired man snapped out at her, "Quit stalling, Carol. You know what's at stake, here. So, you either get to work or else..."

Still terrified and frightened beyond belief, Carol gripped the cock all the more tightly, jerking it up and down a few times before taking the man's lustfully throbbing phallic lance slowly between her lips, wetly ovaling them around the spearing tip. Remembering what she had done with Arthur Kling, she used her tongue swirlingly around the smooth, rubbery head of the penis, listening to the older man groan with lustful and thrilling delight. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down over the length of the wetly glistening shaft. The kneeling young wife was now first starting to feel the dizzying effects of the alcohol, and she wished they had given her enough to drink herself into oblivion. She felt like a whore, knowing all five men intended violating her body one way or another.

"Christ! Al Kast was complaining out loud. "I wish the hell she was sucking on my dong."

"Don't worry Al," Nate Mann promised. "You'll get your turn, just wait and see."

On both sides of her now, Sy Gertz on one side, and Al Kast on the other, the helpless woman was aware of the hands of the two men lasciviously caressing and exploring her naked young body, cupping and fondling her large, dangling breasts as they swayed beneath her. Behind her, she was aware of Nate Mann leaning over her back, bestowing warm kisses on the warmly pliant moons of her rounded buttocks. At the same time his heavy hands were digging into her satin-smooth flesh, his fingers massaging them again and again. Then he was prying her asscheeks apart again, and his tongue began pressuring downward until it was tantalizingly licking at the tiny puckered opening that was her anus.

Cringing away from the flickering tongue at first, the helpless Carol was shocked by Nate Mann's obscenely oral stimulation of her tiny nether hole. He continued doing so, causing erotic sensations to continue crackling through her, inflaming her twitching belly. She wriggled, moving her buttocks back against his parchment face, abjectly accepting his wetly salacious kisses as his tongue continued lapping against her sensitive rectal orifice.

Carol was unable to understand just why it was she no longer had control over her sensually eager body. Why was it she had caved in to these five men so easily, in spite of the hold they had on her? She was already far gone in sexual arousal, and she realized she was completely helpless to prevent them from doing anything they wanted with her. Christ! She was putty in their hands. Now! Anytime! With anyone! Anywhere! She had become a wanton tramp!

Sy Gertz, on one side of her trembling body was sliding his hand under her, rubbing her belly, and as Nate Mann was kissing her back, so he allowed his own mouth to drift around the side of her body, and then lowering his head with his face turned upward, he found himself licking between her tantalizing thighs, his lashing tongue sinking deep between the pink portals of her anxiously pulsating pussy. The tall man slipped his outstretched middle finger into the wet warmth of her quivering pussy, moving it in and out of the tunnel as his tongue continued lapping at her tantalizing clitoris. His tongue washed over the clitoral bud again and again with a gentle stroking, which was feather-light and almost unbearably sensual. Soon her hips were starting to undulate against both Nate Mann's wetly sinuous, licking tongue, and the combined lapping and fingering of Sy Gertz. She was getting more and more worked up, hotter and hotter with every passing second. She was unable to control herself.

The company chairman was writhing in lascivious delight beneath her warmly sucking mouth, and his now-glistening penis lurched involuntarily as the swollenly expanding shaft moved in and out through the tightening ovalled circle of her sucking lips. She pulled hard with her mouth, feeling the penis throb strongly, and knew the man wasn't far from coming.

"That's it!" he gasped. "Ah yes, yes, yes, that's good! Now crawl up here and sit on it with your cunt and finish so I can shoot in the tightness of your pussy."

Deferentially, the company president and vice-president slid away from the naked young wife, each waiting his turn, aware of the company pecking order that was in force... even in this situation. Carol hesitated. It was one thing for her to remain passive - to allow them to do with her body as they pleased, because there was no way for her to resist them. It was something else again for her to suddenly become an active participant.

Behind her, Nate Mann withdrew his wildly stimulating tongue from the tingling depths of her ready anus, rubbing a finger against her vagina to make certain it was pooled and set to go. "Damn it, Carol-baby! You heard the man! What's the matter with you? Get your ass up there and start fucking!"

Mann's rumbling, deep-voiced command suddenly galvanized the helpless brunette into action. With trembling limbs she crawled timidly over the man's hips, straddling him, and without being ordered to, gripped the man's cock with her hand, guiding the long thickness of his impatiently throbbing shaft directly into her dully pulsating vagina. Slowly, she carefully lowered herself on the length of the impaling penis, feeling it smoothly slide into her wetly ready pussy, the rubbery cock-head finally lodging itself in the deepest part of her tight vaginal pocket. She paused for a moment, but the naked older man lying beneath her was in a hurry, now, his hips bucking eagerly up and down against her shuddering body.

"Come on, come on, come on, let's have a little action," he loudly rasped.

Slowly then, the beautiful brunette began rocking forward and backward on the man, raising and lowering her body in order to drive the man's lust-stiffened cock in and out of her tightly clinging vaginal sheath. In the meantime, Harry Norton reached up and gripped the full mounds of her ripely swaying breasts, massaging them in tempo with her smoothly pumping hips.

For the time being, there was little the other four men would be able to do other than watch as Carol's nakedly churning buttocks began moving at a faster and faster speed at the chairman's urging as he put his hands on her waist and guided her up and down, up and down. As she worked, she began leaning forward until her breasts dug into the man's hairy chest. Her smoothly rounded asscheeks were still defenselessly high in the air behind her as she continued slaving away at the actively fucking chairman of Monumental Insurance, and by the sudden rapid increase in his breathing, she was aware he was close to achieving his satisfaction.

Her hands were free now, and Al Kast, the vice-president on her right saw an opportunity for which he had been waiting. Lying on the mattress, he slid his body close to the fucking couple, his thick little cock standing straight up, and he grasped her hand and placed it on his wildly pulsating shaft. He began flexing his hips, sliding the heatedly fleshy penis in and out of her squeezing grip.

Now Nate Mann moved in close behind her, watching with wide-eyed fascination as her wetly clinging vagina continued sliding up and down the long, thick shaft of the company chairman's cock. Reaching out, he again caressed her smooth, warm, rounded flesh, feeling the moons of her tan buttocks, reveling in the delightful feel of them as her muscles rippled under his hands. Then, remembering what Mike Tashman had done to her while he had been fucking her in this exact same position, he lubricated his middle finger with spit and pushed it tentatively between her widespread asscheeks against her defenselessly exposed anal opening, remarking out loud to the others, "This ought to liven up things a little."

The instant he touched her back there, Carol knew Mann's intentions, and she cringed. It had taken awhile for her body to accustom itself to a probing penis, and she was afraid of all the pain she would have to endure all over again. In the next instant she was aware of the man's thick finger entering her fearfully puckering anus, thrusting in with a single smooth stroke all the way into her heatedly quivering rectum. She moaned with agony and emitted an involuntary cry, begging him not to do it.

There was only an obscene chuckle coming from Nate Mann as he began to move his extended finger in and out of the heated sponginess of her narrow rectum, countering her fucking movements as she bucked wildly up and down the length of Norton's shaft.

Beneath her, Harry Norton felt the bulging intrusion pressing against the thin wall of tissue separating the two inner chambers. It rubbed directly along the sensitive underside of his penis, intensifying fantastically the thrillingly exciting feeling building in Carol's tight little pussy. After a few seconds Harry Norton knew he was about to peak as he felt the signaling jerks of his coming ejaculation, and then he shouted out loud, "AAAAAAIIIIIIIHHHHYYYYYYY!"

His wildly throbbing penis exploded, and his heatedly churning sperm was flooding through his hard cock in a heated stream spewing deeply into her hotly milking vagina. Unable to keep on moving, the man lay still, holding himself rigid as his lengthy, jerking penis pumped more and more seething sperm from him. He reached up in an effort to grip her frantically writhing hips in order to hold her motionless because the sensation was becoming too overpowering at this point.

"That's enough! That's enough" he complained. "You can stop now... no more... no more!"

Carol didn't want to stop at that moment. Her eagerly pulsating vagina felt so good inside, and her own orgasm was so close. God!

"AAAAA HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN HHHHH!" she gagged out, and then realized the feeling was fast fading because the man's penis inside her was slowly shrinking.

In the next instant she felt herself being lifted and rolled bodily, as Nate Mann, behind her, ripped his thick finger from her rectum and hauled her nakedly resisting body from on top of Harry Norton. She was forced to let go of Al Kast's cock as Mann turned her expertly onto her back, not caring about the fact that there were two men in the room with priority over him. He was going to climb into this cunt, now. He eased his body between her widespread thighs which opened of their own accord in lascivious invitation.

Arthur Kling had been content to stand around and watch as events had unfolded, but now, as the chairman of Monumental Insurance loudly gasped out his orgasmic pleasure, and Nate Mann was moving in, not waiting for the president and vice-president to get their turns, he decided there was no reason for him to simply wait around. He stared as Nate Mann turned the shamelessly, wantonly aroused woman known as Carol Warner onto her back, lowering his bulk between her widespread, trembling thighs, his massively thick penis prodding into the wetly clasping portal of her already plumbed vagina.

As he watched, Arthur Kling decided Carol was still the best-looking cunt he had ever laid outside of his own wife, and he ached to do something with the deliciously beautiful brunette. Watching as Mann began fucking in and out of her moistly gripping vaginal well, using long, jarring strokes reflected in the jouncing of her breasts as they ripely quivered, he thought, Damn! She has the prettiest tits I've ever seen.

Crawling across the mattress, the regional supervisor crowded the eagerly panting hands of Al Kast aside. His own eagerly itching hands reached out to cup the swells of her firmly upthrust breasts. Squeezing them, holding them up, he clamped them tightly together, noting how delightfully they created a tunnel between them while her high cones stood up on either side.

It was at that moment the telephone rang.

Automatically, Sy Gertz, who was nearest the instrument, walked over to the bedside table to answer it.

"Damn it all!" Arthur Kling gasped. "Don't answer the stinking phone." Too late!

"Hello!"

Gertz listened for a moment then turned to Kling and said, "Arthur, it's for you!"

"Who the hell is it?"

"Your wife... I think!"

Groaning out his disgust, Kling shot a malevolent look at Sy Gertz, then took the telephone receiver and barked into it, "Arlene, for God's sake, what the hell do you want? You know I'm busy."

Arlene, on the other end of the wire, said, "Listen, honey. I know you have Carol Warner in there. Hell! I remember the year they had me in there with five men! It almost killed me. Well I've decided to even things up a little. Mona Tashman and I are coming in to kind of help things out."

"You can't do that, damn you!"

"I can and I will, because I'm certain the four men in there with you would be only too glad to share the three of us amongst themselves. So get ready, honey, we're coming in."


CHAPTER NINE

The only woman at the entire convention who counted as far as Bob Warner was concerned, was Judith Norton. Judith was Harry Norton's third wife, and thirty years younger than his seventy. She had a regal look about her, just as her husband had, and she knew every trick in the book as far as holding onto him.

Judith had blonde hair that came down below her shoulders. Her nose was short and straight, and she had bright blue eyes. Her lower lip was full and sensuous, and she had married Harry Norton after he'd had two disastrous marriages and had sworn he would never marry again. She had been a comfort to him, and a loving wife, though she had also gotten her cock on the side. Hell! Her husband still gave it to her now and again, but he just wasn't able to get it up as often as she would have liked.

As the years had passed - she had been married to him for twenty years, now - he had put company stock in her name to avoid tax worries, and also, to make certain she would be well provided for in case he died. In point of fact, she was the major stockholder in the company, and would remain so until her death, when, according to an agreement she had signed, the stock would revert to the company treasury, as it always did when the chairman of the company and his wife were no longer around. But for the moment, it was hers. Once the stock was in the company treasury, the new chairman of the board, who was constantly being given stock options over the years, had the right to buy it, if he so chose. But it was the policy of the Monumental Insurance Company, that the chairman of the board would always have the majority of voting stock.


CHAPTER TEN

In the three days he had been in Freeport, Bob Warner had tried a daring ploy no one else had ever before attempted. While the chairman of the board and all the other officers of the corporation had attended various meetings, Bob Warner, who knew he was a good-looking man, began paying exclusive attention to Judy Norton. He did more than smile at her and light her cigarettes. He rented a car and drove her to the stores where she wanted to go, and he told her his intentions, outright. He didn't explain just why he was doing it, though.

"At least you're not lying to me and telling me you're doing all this simply because you find me attractive," Judy had said.

"I wouldn't be lying to you if I told you you're a beautiful woman," Bob said to her. "I'll also tell you that were we to meet in some other place. I would love having a casual affair with you, but what I propose is not casual. Your husband is about to retire, but will still, in essence, control the company through the stock he keeps in your name. Suppose I guarantee you cock, not only now, but for the next twenty years. I'm not just talking about mine, either. You're a woman who is mature and sophisticated, and you know the value of being made love to by many men. Surely you'll appreciate being made love to by many men at once."

"You're right," Judy nodded. "Just what do I have to do in return for this?"

"Since you have the majority of voting stock in the company and since you, not your husband, actually has the say in who runs it, I want you to make me the next chairman of the board."

"My husband wants me to sign a proxy allowing him to vote my stock, as he does every year."

"How well do you know Sy Gertz?"

"Fairly well. He's a lousy lay, if that's what you mean."

"That's what I mean, Mrs. Norton."

"Judy, dear man, Judy. You think you're a better lay?"

'Try me," he told her as they were returning from a shopping trip on the third day, while his wife, unknown to himself, was "entertaining" the five corporation officers.

"All right, I will," Judy nodded. "Let's go up to the' suite I share with my husband. You don't have to worry about him. He only comes there at night to sleep."

So they went to her suite, and she had him get undressed in the bathroom, where he had a chance to take another quick shower. When he emerged, he saw she had unashamedly taken off everything other than her pantyhose. Her breasts were still proud and firm, jiggling slightly as she walked. Bob eyed her appreciatively.

"Mmmm!" he nodded. "You look better than even I had supposed. You're really very yummy."

"You won't know that until you've tasted me," she teased, looking as regal half-naked as she had clothed.

She offered Bob her lips briefly, and then broke the kiss, saying, "I have an interesting little surprise for you."

"A surprise? Something I'll enjoy, I hope."

"I hope so too, because I know I'll enjoy it."

They sat on the fancy sofa in the sitting room, and without another word, Bob enfolded the blonde woman in his arms, his lips pressing vibrantly against hers, their tongues instantly searching through one another's mouths. The magic contact of her softly rounded breasts against his chest as he dropped the towel he had wrapped around his otherwise naked body set him on fire. Her hardening nipples thrilled him, spearing out like two ripe pink berries into the light-brown hair covering his thorax, burning him with their sensual heat, starting to generate a spark of sexual arousal deep inside him, the keening sensation coursing through him to concentrate itself in his loins.

Bob had taken a big chance, speaking boldly to Judy as he had done. Anyone else would have tried wooing her, probably quite successfully too, since she liked being loved, but he had come right out and called a spade a spade, or in this case, a fuck a fuck. He had been betting on her being too much of a lady to be shocked by what he was saying, and he had been right.

Now he felt lust burning for this woman, continuing to build higher and higher inside him, crawling through him, drawing up in shuddering sensations in his scrotum, and there was the quiver of fire in his already stiff cock. He had fucked his own wife three times in the past two days, partially because he was more drawn to Carol now than ever before, but partially because he wanted to make certain he didn't come too quickly now that he was with Judy.

His hand moved over the swell of her feminine hips, the silky feel of her nylon pantyhose ever so smooth under his palm. Judy shifted accommodatingly, allowing him access between her softly tender thighs. He covered the whole of her slightly squirming pubic mound with the palm of his hand, his fingers working down between her legs to probe searchingly for her tiny clitoris. The warmth of her tender loins was transmitted to his hand as he found the tiny, erect bud and began stroking it gently, massaging it through the thin layer of almost transparent nylon. She murmured, her voice husky and deep in her throat.

"Ummm! That feels good, really good. But do it to me with your tongue, Bob. If your mouth is as good as the rest of you, I think we just might have a bargain. Now kiss my cunt for awhile."

She extracted herself from the man's arms and pushed a throw pillow against the padded arm of the sofa, lying down again, with her hips raised by the arm, her lower back supported by the pillow, and her upper body lower than the lower half of her, totally supine on the sofa cushions. Her legs were splayed out, and she motioned him into position between them.

Bob knelt at the end of the sofa, her marvelously sculpted legs draping prettily over his shoulders as she smiled expectantly, her head looking up at him from her down-slanted position.

Bob reached out to the waistband of her pantyhose, intending to remove them, but Judy put out a warning hand, saying, "No! Not just yet. Leave them on for a little while. As a matter of fact I just put them on when we came back to the room. You see, your surprise is underneath my pantyhose, and I don't want it unwrapped too soon."

Puzzled, Bob shrugged, "All right, I suppose you know what you want..."

"Yes, I want you to lick my pussy through the pantyhose!"

Bob didn't need a second invitation. Ever since going down on Carol, he had become quite expert at it. Now, trembling with excitement, he dipped his head to her loins. The thin nylon covering clearly outlined her warm, hair-lined vaginal lips softly nestling there. The wetness of his lashing tongue was instantly absorbed into the thin material. Then, more boldly, he probed forward with his dredging tongue, and he began to lick hungrily over the spot that enshrined her clitoris.

Bob felt it throb against his tongue. It was slowly rising, and through the dampness of the material he felt it, as if no barrier existed. Out of curiosity he pulled back and looked, and there, under the thin cloth, he saw the perfect outline of the miniature hooded phallus. He returned to his licking, moving his tongue through the full length of her slit, starting at the bottom and pressing upward now to her wildly throbbing clitoral bud. He was quivering beyond control.

Her vagina began moving in tiny desperate circles against his hungering mouth, and she began gasping and sighing, her breath coming in short, chest-heaving spurts. A low, mewling sound of delighted pleasure was constantly coming from her mouth. Then she reached out to his head, tangling her fingers in his hair to guide his tongue into her.

"Unh! Ooonnhhh! God! Yes! Angh! Ohhhhhhh! That's wonderful, really wonderful."

The material of her pantyhose was soddenly wet all the way through now. He felt the stickiness of his saliva on the nylon making the entire breadth of her vagina even more slippery and moist. The effect was not lost on Bob. His penis had become solidly erect and throbbingly turgid, its thick length spearing out against the side of the sofa.

Abruptly Judy's thighs tightened around the man's head, trapping him there as she lifted and lowered her buttocks, slamming them against the arm of the sofa, gasping, "AAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEAAAAGGGGHH!" It was a minor climax, but a good one.

Opening her thighs, she said, "Okay, lover! I can't wait any longer, now. I have to give you your surprise. In doing so I see where you'll be making me come longer and louder."

Lifting his head from her undulating thighs, he watched her relax her legs, splaying them wide to either side of him. He looked up along her body past her dimpling little navel through the V of her mounding breasts to see her deep blue eyes glistening with passion, her mouth continually working, her entire face a delighted mask of sexual rapture.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" he asked, anxiously. "No... no... not yet," she told him. "I want you to unwrap the gift I have for you. Quick, pull off my pantyhose. Do it now! Hurry... hurry... take them off!"

Puzzled, he wondered, "What can you possibly hide under something as sheer as this?"

"You'll see," she told him. "And I hope you like them."

Getting to his feet, he gripped the waistband of her pantyhose and stripped them from her, reveling in the whiteness of the perfect sculpted taper of her slender thighs as well as the softly rounded curves of her calves, but there was nothing obvious to be seen. Then it struck him like a thunderbolt. Whatever it was, was hidden inside her cunt.

Carelessly he tossed the wispy garment aside and once more swiftly knelt between her thighs again. Her blonde hair-ringed pussy glistened from the shimmering moistness of his saliva, and he was able to see the small inner pink petals peeping out between the thicker folds of the outer, fleshy cuntlips, showing the total distention and slight discoloration of sexual arousal. There was something else inside her vagina. Yes, he saw it, glistening a light reddish color at the opening.

"What?" he asked, looking at her face. "Just what have you got inside that lovely, beautiful pussy of yours?"

"Pitted cherries," she told him. "Ever since I lost my own cherry I've been trying to retrieve it. Do you like the taste of cherries?"

"I love 'em," he admitted.

'Then come ahead and suck them out of me, darling."

An involuntary groan escaped from him as he buried his hungering mouth in the warmly pulsating flesh of her delicious femininity, his tongue lashing into her vibrant vaginal opening to taste her - and the cherry lodged therein. With frantic energy born of desire he used his long, agile tongue to bore deeply into her seething pussy to dislodge the bottom-most of the delectable round pieces of fruit. Success was his, at last. He sucked it into his mouth and chewed softly, savoring the sweetness of the red fruit. Jesus! He had heard about people doing things like this, even read about it in books, but he had never actually done anything like it himself. He supposed things like this did happen to other people, but it had never happened to him. He smiled at her, and the lovely blonde was radiant as her teeth flashed a wide grin at him.

"Now tell me," she gasped, enjoying the pressure of his tongue. "Wasn't that a pleasant surprise?"

"Terrific!" Bob admitted. "I've never been more surprised in my entire life."

"How about when you found out why boys were different from girls?" she teased.

"Well, not since then," he admitted.

Her laughter pealed forth, long and loud as she said, "Vive la difference, right?"

He swallowed the cherry in his mouth then said, "That's one. How many more are there?"

"Five more," she replied.

Dropping his head again, moving his mouth to her waiting, expecting vagina, he plunged his tongue all the way into her, but he found it almost impossible to reach the second cherry inside her. He swirled his tongue around and around, wildly reaching for it, and he heard her gasping, desperate voice calling out to him, "Come on, Bob... suck it out, suck it out!"

His mouth ovalled, his lips protruding slightly as he plastered his oral orifice to the deliciously glistening opening that was her vagina, and he began sucking, drawing in his breath in huge gulps. He felt erotic shocks shudder through her trembling body as she quivered and gasped and mewled. Soft moans of pleasure changed to full-throated, loud gasps of sensual delight as she panted and uttered the sounds again and again.

Jesus! Bob thought. This is wild, really wild!

He was ecstatic, and his cock was rock-solid.

Then he became aware of her hands reaching for him. Her slim fingers moved down on either side of his working mouth, and he felt her pull her fleshy, outer lips apart, causing her tantalizing pussy to gape open wide to his wildly sucking lips. Now she was speaking again, gasping between sighs of voluptuous rapture, egging him on and encouraging him.

"Push your lips inside my cunt," she gasped... "push them as far as they'll go... and suck hard, creating a vacuum. Come on, darling, suck hard, suck hard, suck hard!"

He did! He puckered his lips and moved them solidly inside, burying them in the soft, satin flesh of her vaginal opening, doing his best to thrust them in as far as possible. He lanced his tongue even deeper and sucked with renewed effort while moans and squeals of sensate sexuality came forth incessantly from the depths of her throat.

Abruptly a round lumpy form of the second cherry embedded in the depths of her tight, wildly clasping vagina moved through the channel and popped into his mouth. He pulled his mouth from her while greedily chewing the red fruit, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. God! A cherry covered with cunt juice! It tasted absolutely wild.

"Let me make it a little easier for you to get to the others," she said to him, and slowly she uncoiled herself from her inclined position on the arm of the sofa. She stood on her feet, her body all lovely and white, shining with a sheen of perspiration, and he was struck once again by the fact that she was such a regal-looking woman. Her flesh was as white as the day she had come because she hadn't sat outside and sunned herself, claiming sun might be harmful and cause skin cancer.

Bob rose and moved around the end of the sofa to her, his throbbing shaft of lust-stiffened flesh wobbling this way and that. She reached out and put her hand on the cock, and the effect was as if lightning had struck the man. The penis throbbed in the palm of her hand, and a tear of clear fluid formed at the slit at the top of the purplish head.

"Mmmm!" she sighed. "Feels like you're getting ready to do a little fucking."

"You know it, lady," he gasped. "I'm gonna fuck you like neither of us has ever been fucked before."

"I hope so, darling," she said to him. "I certainly hope so. You see, your taking over Monumental depends on your doing just that."

"Trust me," he told her.

"We'll let gravity help us," she said to him. "Lie on the floor on your back."

He lay down, stretching out full length on the floor, and she moved to kneel over him in an upside-down position. He looked up into her vagina, noting her own face was directly above the head of his throbbing cock. His eye was caught by the redness of the third cherry, its moist outer skin shining as it peeked almost shyly from her vagina, the pink flesh of her cunt pulsing wildly around it. She lowered her fiery crotch to his mouth as he used his hands to spread her fleshy labia wide apart, and then he clamped his lips against her nether mouth. He began sucking... hard. It only took a moment, but he had the next piece of fruit between his teeth, and he chewed while rubbing his lips against the purse of her vagina.

The exquisite shock of her soft lips as they slipped over the ultra-sensitive head of his throbbing cock caused him to flex his buttocks and shove his member up toward her. He looked down the length of his body, through the arch of her magnificent breasts as the nipples reached down to his flat, hard stomach spearing into his own flesh. Then, little by little he saw the full length of his throbbing cock disappear into her mouth. The burning, wet cavern enfolded him - caressed him, and her mouth simply lay there as she refused to suck, knowing to do so would make him come in her mouth when she wanted him to come in her cunt.

Bob was more than content. The feeling was fantastic. He had three cherries eaten, with three to go.

Her delightful clefted femaleness above him moved in wildly undulant sensuousness as it rubbed against his hungering mouth. He realized each time he stopped to chew he was taking some of the fun away from her, and he decided he would suck out the three remaining cherries in succession and spit them out, not wanting to take the time to chew and ruin things for Judy. He wondered if that was what was needed to bring her to her orgasm. He hoped so. Hell! It was certainly worth a try. The time he had wasted in chewing he would have been able to use better to make her climax. The cherries were merely a device to get him working on her seething pussy.

With his mouth wide open and plastered wetly to her vaginal opening, he began sucking strongly, crazily, hungrily, his cheeks hollowing with the pressure he exerted, his lungs aching as he held his breath. His jaw was starting to feel cramped, but he continued working, slaving away, conscious her loins were now moving faster, in lewd, licentious circles centering on his sucking lips. Her mewling moans and gasps of pure and total erotic pleasure were loud in the room.

The fourth cherry popped through the lips of her tempestuous cunt. He caught it and spat it to the side, returning instantly to suck her tight pussy all the harder. A few moments later, the fifth cherry came, and as the sixth one slipped into his mouth, she tightened her body and, with his cock still pushed all the way into her throat, she gagged out, "GGGGHHHHHHAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!"

This time it was no small orgasm. This time it was big, and the real thing. Her mind soared to rapturously dizzying heights and she lay there, absorbing everything.

Pulling her mouth from his cock, she rolled off him and lay beside him, her hands squeezing her breasts and stroking her nipples, kneading them again and again. Then her hands smoothed their way down over her white belly to the light golden triangle at the V of her thighs. She wanted more, she needed more, and Bob was going to do it.

Bob didn't waste a second after that. Deftly he rolled on top of her, coming to rest between her relaxed, wide-open thighs. She was still in the throes of her last climax, but he realized she was an ultra-sensitive woman, and with very little stimulation she would climax again... and again.

Sensing Bob's intention, her sex-lustred eyes opened slowly and tried focusing on him. She smiled at him and said, "You have quite a mouth, all right! If your cock measures up to your mouth, you're in in more ways than one."

He reached down and gripped his cock, ready to make the coupling, guiding the lust-inflated head of his cock to the flowered-open hole of her seething cunnus. There was no need for foreplay or further stimulation. She was ready, and he was ready. For a moment he paused to part the silken gold hairs of her cunt, wet from his oral attentions, using the bulbous tip of his rod for that purpose. Then, with a single long, smooth stroke, he flicked his hips forward and rammed his steel-solid lance of flesh all the way into the depths of her belly. She was so ready, so responsive, so receptive, so totally lubricated inside that there was almost no resistance whatsoever. His hard prick slid into her like a driving saber sliding into a custom-made well-oiled scabbard, the smooth walls of her vagina slipping around him like a sheath.

"Aaahh uuuuuunnnnnnhhhh!" she moaned and gasped, crooning with renewed ecstasy as he began to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. Her entire interior opened like a flower to the sun to receive him, the fiery warmth transmitted to him through the claspingly moist walls of her tight vaginal passageway. She began murmuring incoherently as her body began riding back and forth, moving with his, countering... fucking back, her loins moving wildly against him, her lithe strength apparent in the wildly gyrating pressure of her cunt as she matched his every stroke.

"Oooohhhh! Yesss! Uuuuuuuunnnnnnhhhh! Darling... that feels so good... so good... fuck me harder... fuck he harder... you can do it... you can do it... ohhhhhhh yesssssss... harrrderrr, deep and hard, deep and hard, ram it all the way into me. Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder!"

Her voice continued softly chanting, the words coming out a litany of wild, untamed lascivity.

She whimpered in agonized anguish, her slender arms tightly wrapped about his firm, masculine body, sliding up to his neck and pulling him even closer to her. His lean, muscular body came down and smashed against the bouncing soft whiteness of her full breasts, making both of them gasp.

He became aware of her hands grasping his buttocks. She used all the strength in her arms to pull and tug him that much more deeply into her, and all the while her own loins squirmed and swarmed up at him in constant urgent need. Her moaning gasps were coming faster and louder.

Beneath the handsome assistant manager, Judy groaned aloud, and her body began convulsing uncontrollably as she suddenly came to another shrieking orgasm. "FUCK ME HARRRDDD... IIII'M... UUUUUUNNNNHHHHHH CCOMMMIIIIIINNNN-GGGGGGUUUUHHHH!"

Bob continued plunging the full length of his throbbingly hard penis all the way into her wildly pulsating vagina as her own orgasm continued on and on and on, and she gasped for breath wanting it to go on forever.

"Don't... uhhh... stop... don't... uhhh... stop... ohhh... yes... yes... darrrling... keep fucking me... keep fucking hard!" she whimpered, caught up in the ecstatic rapture of her orgasmic ordeal of lust "If youuu can get otherrrs like you, I promise you... I promise you, you'll head Monumental."

Her body jerked and writhed and gasped under him, and she continued moaning ceaselessly, her face contorted into a mask of erotic passion. Her mouth moved with spasmodic tremblings, and her nostrils flared, her eyes tightly closed and her breath harsh and sharp and dry in her throat as untamed, feral animal like desire seized her and held her in its writhing trip, her entire inner being caught up in the writhing coils of her desire. Her brow glistened with perspiration, droplets of the moisture forming a coating on her face. Her platinum blonde hair was mussed now, as she whipped her beautiful head from side to side, the cords in her neck standing out in full relief under her white skin. Nothing, but nothing in the whole world was going to stop her in her wild race to achieve yet another orgasm. Insane gluttony for satisfaction drove her to complete fulfillment.

Bob sensed her desire... her need, and he was driven to ever more and more effort to bring her to that pinnacle of ecstasy she had inwardly sought. He fucked into her like a wildly insane man. Wild! Wild! She was a goddamn mink! She even put Arthur Kling to shame. He'd never known any other woman in the world capable of fucking like this.

"Ohhh... Goddd... darling... darling... do it to me," she begged. "I have to come again. Hurt me a little! Shove a finger into my rectum... all the way inside!" She was gasping, almost crying out her passion to him.

Without hesitation he slid his strong, sinewy hands beneath the wildly pumping cheeks of her delightful buttocks, feeling them strong, yet pliant in the palms of his hands as he cupped them and pulled her body even more tightly against his. She was raised off the floor to obtain greater access to her open, demanding loins. His fingers squirmed beneath her cheeks as he continued his battering of her cunt with his cock, and he found the little pucker of her anus.

"Shove it in! Shove it in!" she gasped. "Shove your finger all the way in," she begged.

Hot, viscous droplets of moisture slid down from the widespread cleft of her vagina, falling onto her anal opening, and washing over his fingertip. Wasting no time, he probed into her rectum, and then he drove his finger all the way in, sinking it as far as possible into her rear tunnel. She writhed against it, rotating her buttocks, and her body jerked up and down.

Judy was totally lost in the morass of lewd sexual excitement because of the finger ravishing her anus and the cock delving into her cunt Sparks seemed to fly from her body as she bounced up and down, up and down, moving more and more rapidly, unable to control herself. Mercilessly now, he pounded into her wide, deep cunt. Loud noises sounded in the room with each brutal jackhammering thrust. Her body was saturated, slippery with perspiration.

Unable to control himself, Bob yanked his finger from her asshole and began driving into her unmercifully, stiffening his own body above hers, balanced on his hands and his toes as if he were doing push-ups.

Now Judy s wild orgasm began, and a slow, aching pressure building deep in his balls caused him to shudder. He knew he had one helluva load of sperm to deliver to her. Then he felt it building higher and higher in her, as sensation after sensation blistered through him, and before he realized it, it was his turn to spurt, but not before Judy got off the strongest orgasm of the afternoon.

"YYYYYYAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed, drowning out her shriek, and then he fired into her again and again.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

The grand banquet that night was a surprise to everyone other than Bob Warner and Judy Norton, who had told her husband in advance she was not signing any proxy for him that year. This time she was going to vote her own stock. Although Harry Norton fumed, he knew there was nothing he would be able to do other than accept her decision, and hope she didn't ruin the company.

Carol was feeling happy and rested. Arlene Kling and Mona Tashman turning up when they had, saved her a lot of wear and tear, and while Harry Norton lay on the side recovering from his own orgasm, and Nate Mann finished fucking her, Al Kast and Sy Gertz went after the other two women. Arthur Kling was so disgusted he settled for a quick hump with Carol, but her cunt was so greased with the secretions of the other two men, it took a long while for him to come. He was swearing he would find a way to get to her in the future without interference from his wife, but Carol had an intuitive sense that something interesting was going to happen that night.

All the women were dressed in fancy cocktail gowns, and the men were either in dark suits or tuxedos. The banquet, as always, was superb, and the food delicious, and then afterward they began with the smaller announcements. First they announced which salesman was the salesman of the year, and then they announced the changes taking place among the managers.

Mike Tashman was moved to a midwest office, far, far away from his present office. When his office was given to another assistant manager, Carol suddenly felt her heart sink, as if all the promises made by the various men who had fucked her had been broken.

The big surprises of the evening began when it was announced that Arthur Kling would remain in his position as supervisor, and Nate Mann would remain director of agencies. Even bigger was the surprise that Al Kast, the vice-president was being demoted to second vice-president, and Sy Gertz was being demoted to first vice-president.

The office of president and chairman of the company were being consolidated, and given to one man, a man almost none of the others had ever heard of - Bob Warner.

"Well my dear," Harry Norton whispered as Warner walked to the stage. "What did he do to earn this?"

"He's a good man," Judy told her husband. "He can run the company very efficiently."

"A lot you care about the company. What did he do?"

"He fucks like a bunny," Judy whispered.

"So does his wife," Norton smirked.

"I figured as much," Judy told him. "That's why I sent Arlene Kling and Mona Tashman to that suite of yours. From now, on, Carol Warner and I have Bob Warner all to ourselves. Of course Carol can keep her husband by himself. I only want him when he brings along one or two others who are as good as he is."

"It's nice to see I'm not the only one who fucked his way to the top," Norton snickered.

A proud Carol Warner felt tears streaming down her eyes as she wondered which of the men now working under her husband would be good bedroom partners. She had come a long, long way from the innocent naive girl who had first moved into the neighborhood where she now lived, two-and-a-half months earlier.

Smiling, Carol sat back as everyone stood to applaud her husband. Surely there was someone among all these people she might be able to find to entertain her.


The End
