Karen's Degradation
[aka 'Her Sadistic Boss' or 'The Captive Stenographer']
by Tracy Campbell


FOREWORD 

Women maintain they are equal in every way to a man, and in certain respects 
they're correct. But the fact remains that a man is a man and a woman is a 
woman. For the most part, men are physically stronger than women, while 
women are considerably wilier than men. 

Suppose though, an innocent, unknowing woman, guileless, at least at the 
beginning, runs up against a man who is not only stronger than she, but 
shrewder-for a little while, anyway. What then? 

Our story deals with such a happening. 

The heroine is one of those pure innocents, fresh out of college, still a 
virgin, thinking the world is something to look at through rose-colored 
glasses. She encounters a man in her place of employment who is not her 
superior, but her equal, doing the same job, for the same pay, though having 
done the job for so much longer, he is more knowledgeable. He knows how to 
catch mistakes faster, and our heroine has a need to know these things if 
she is to succeed in the business world. 

Thus the man has the woman at his mercy, and he proceeds to exploit this 
fact. He knows she will one day be as knowing as he about the work they do, 
and so takes full advantage of the situation they are in, and only because 
of his constant lascivity does our heroine finally wake up to things the way 
they really are. 


CHAPTER ONE 

College degrees definitely meant something in this day and age. Karen Wells 
found that out the easy way. 

She was sitting in the personnel office of The Parasol Insurance Company, 
one of three females left of the hundreds who had applied for a job as 
supervisor. She and the other two females in the room, sitting in 
stiff-backed wooden chairs, were the only three with college degrees. There 
might have been others better qualified for the job, having worked in the 
claims departments of other insurance companies, but the person who did the 
hiring at Parasol had been instructed to find people with college degrees. 
Now there was one supervisory position left, and Karen desperately needed 
it. The job paid better than two-hundred-and-seventy a week to begin with, 
and there would be annual raises. Yes, Karen needed this job if she was to 
get ahead in the world. 

Karen was not a tall girl, about five-feet-four inches in height, though her 
curly almost chocolate-brown hair seemed to stand higher, making her look at 
least two inches taller. Her skin was milk-white, and she had sparkling 
brown eyes, a short, straight nose, and a glamorous close-mouthed smile. She 
tried to avoid opening her mouth whenever possible. Most people who spoke to 
her took it as a sign of intelligence, but the truth was, there was a wide 
space between Karen's two front teeth, and she felt a little embarrassed. 
One day she would get her front teeth capped. 

Her body was solid, compact, with full breasts, very full breasts, a narrow 
waist, wide hips she would have to be careful of later in life, and full 
thighs that led to slender knees and ankles with nicely swollen calves 
between them. 

The person in charge of hiring at Parasol Insurance was a woman, and as a 
result, wanting to emphasize that she believed in Womens' Lib, whenever a 
male and female of equal worth applied for the same job, the female was 
hired. Unfortunately, the other two people competing for the job with Karen 
were also female, and they were also college graduates with degrees in 
business like herself. 

She was therefore pleasantly surprised when the other two females were told 
to please apply again at a future date and she was accepted. She was glad 
because Forest City, where the insurance company was located, was only 
twenty minutes away from the new apartment she had taken in Randalltown. 

Karen was led to the third floor of the three-story building, and there she 
was taken to the pediatrics claims department. This was going to be the 
department of which she would be in charge. She was introduced to Mr. 
O'Dwyer, who was head of all the various claim units, and he, in turn, 
called over a man known as Frank. He told Frank to show Karen all there was 
to know about the claims department, including the processing of claims. 

Frank, not wanting to be bothered with training someone new, especially 
since he had a six-day backlog of work, called over a long, skinny man known 
as Ed Lancer. So Ed set about teaching her how to hand out the work to the 
four processors working under her. There were also assistant processors, 
each of whom worked with a particular processor. All of them were female. 

Right from the start Karen realized the work was going to be difficult. She 
had to not only oversee the four processors and assistant processors, but 
she had to know their work, as well. She was expected to double-check 
everything and make certain the girls didn't give out too much or too little 
money when the claims came through. 

Each girl handled an average of sixty claims a day, which meant she had to 
make certain two-hundred and forty claims went out correctly. Mr. O'Dwyer 
had explained to her that he wasn't interested in excuses. Mistakes made by 
the girls had to be caught by her. She was the one responsible. 

It didn't take long for Karen to be confused, and she knew she didn't dare 
keep asking Ed questions. After awhile he might get the idea she was 
incompetent, and as a result she might be fired. 

The head of the dental processing unit was a man by the name of Harry Greco. 
His real last name was something like Grecopoulous, but everyone called him 
Harry Greco. Harry was not young by any stretch of the imagination, and if 
he wasn't bad-looking, neither was he good-looking. 

Harry had the habit of relating everything to sex, but his superiors never 
complained because his work was good and his was the best unit at The 
Parasol Insurance Company. He had dark, almost piercing eyes, and when he 
looked at a woman, any woman with them, he was mentally undressing her. The 
girls who worked under Harry did their best to avoid talking to him, since 
he was always making some snide remark about a portion of their anatomy. 

However the day came when Karen was unable to handle a whole set of 
particularly difficult problems, and Harry was the only one in the room who 
would be able to help her without word getting back to her superiors. Karen 
needed the help badly, very badly. 

"Harry," she said, walking over to him. "I have some problems, and they need 
straightening out." 

Harry smiled, a bright glimmer in his eye as he said, "Well it took you long 
enough to speak to me, Karen. Let's see these problems." 

Karen handed him a sheaf of papers, and Harry began looking through them. 
After about five minutes, he said, "You know, if this had happened in my own 
department it would take me a good three days to straighten all this out. A 
novice like you might be lucky to straighten it out in two weeks, assuming 
you don't get additional problems." 

"Oh God! Harry, I need help. Can I have the loan of one of your girls to 
assist my girls?" 

"Come with me," Harry said to her. 

He led her into the little room where the girls went on their two coffee 
breaks. There was no one in there at the moment, and Harry smiled at her and 
said, "Look at it this way, Karen, if I lend you one of my girls, then my 
own department is going to slow up and fall behind." 

"But your girls can catch up. You're so good at catching things they almost 
never really fall behind." 

"True," Harry nodded. "Very true. But before I agree to let you have any of 
my girls, I think you and I ought to come to some kind of understanding." 

"What kind of an understanding?" she asked. 

"Don't pretend to be naive, Karen. You're in a deep hole right now, and I'm 
the only one who can quietly extract you. If you want my help, you're going 
to have to come to some kind of an agreement with me." 

"Wh-what kind of an agreement?" Karen asked. 

"Here we go with 'What kind' again. Do I really have to spell it out for 
you, Karen?" 

"Yes," she nodded. 

"All right. S,E,X, sex." 

"But Harry, you're married." 

"No honey, my wife is married. I'm still free as a bird." 

"I don't want anything to do with married men," Karen insisted. "There's no 
future in it." 

"There'll be no future for you, here at Parasol, unless you fool around with 
this particular man," Harry mocked, running fingers through some of the 
iron-grey strands of hair on his head. 

"How old are you, Harry?" Karen asked. 

"I'm thirty-eight, why?" 

"Well, you look more like fifty-eight. Maybe it's all the fooling around on 
the side that's aged you. Sorry, Harry, I'll muddle through without you." 

"Fine with me," Harry shrugged. "Just remember one thing. If you want my 
help from this point on, I'm not going to be as generous as I was willing to 
be now." 

"Generous?" 

"I was willing to settle for a roll in the hay. Not anymore, honey. You'll 
see what I mean when you come to me again." 

"Don't bank on it, Harry." 

"You will, Karen, you will." 

Karen walked away from him and returned to her unit. She spoke to two of the 
other supervisors, but they were so overloaded with work, none of them had 
any real time for her, and as the day wore on, her unit became mired in more 
and more work. 

By the time Friday rolled around, Karen realized she was going to be in big 
trouble. Word had filtered down that a week from Monday there would be a 
quarterly audit of all departments. Once they saw the mess her department 
was in, she would be fired immediately, and she needed the job more than 
ever, now. Little by little she was furnishing her apartment and she had 
bought things she had not fully paid for, yet. If she lost this job, she 
would not only lose everything else, but would probably lose her apartment. 
She would be out in the cold with no one to turn to now that her parents had 
moved to Florida. Karen was alone, completely alone, and she knew it. 

Harry didn't approach her. He didn't even look at her, but she realized with 
more and more certainty that Harry was her only hope. His department was the 
only one current up-to-date. He was the one supervisor in the entire 
building who really knew his business. She had no choice. Besides, she would 
be surrendering her virginity in a good cause. It wasn't as if a 
twenty-two-year-old was expected to be a virgin, anyway. 

On Friday, when all the girls went on their three-o'clock break, Karen 
walked over to Harry. Hanging her head, she mumbled, "All right, Harry, you 
win. When do you want your roll in the hay. Just as long as you help bring 
my department up-to-date by the end of next week." 

'That's a tall order," Harry laughed. "Your department is so mired down, it 
would normally take a month to make it current." 

"You can do it in a week," Karen insisted, "and it won't take away from your 
own department." 

"You're right," Harry nodded. "I can do it, but not for a roll in the hay." 

"But you said ..." 

"I said I would have settled for a roll in the hay the last time. This time 
I want more, a whole lot more." 

"What do you want?" she asked. 

"A whole weekend alone with you, to do with as I please." 

"But what about your wife ..." 

"My wife has gone to Arizona for the next two months. My house is empty. 
Suppose you come over for the weekend." 

"After that, what is there to guarantee that you'll keep your word, Harry? 
You might use me, and then tell me to go to hell." 

"Do you want references?" Harry asked. "Talk to Sue in the next department, 
or to Terry, or Carol. Harry Grecopoulous never goes back on his word. I'll 
have your entire department current by next Friday, if ..." 

"Why this, Harry?" 

"Hell! My wife is away. I have to get my pussy from somewhere. You happen to 
be especially delicious-looking. Why not you." 

"I don't seem to have much choice. All right, I'll meet you in the parking 
lot after the day is over, and I'll follow you to your house in my car." 

"Excellent, and to show my good faith, I'll lend you Kathy, my best 
assistant processor. She'll start to work on some of the things that have 
been lousing up your own APs. Just don't think of backing out, Karen." 

"I keep my word, too, Harry," she murmured. "Just kind of take it easy on 
me, huh. I've never done anything like this with a man, before." 

Harry Grecopoulous smiled. Except for his wife he'd never had a virgin, 
before. This one was going to be a treat. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Harry's house was a pleasant little ranch-style place in Forest City Park, 
right next to Forest City. Harry had a ten minute drive to work every day, 
and on good days, taking short cuts across back lawns, he would be able to 
walk it in almost the same span of time. 

It was obvious his wife wasn't home the moment Karen walked inside. The 
rooms were somewhat dusty, and the bedroom, what Harry laughingly referred 
to as the playroom, had an unmade bed. 

"Well," Karen said, "now that we're here, when does it begin?" 

"All in due time, Karen," Harry laughed. "Since we have a lot of time, let's 
start by having a nice dinner. I see no reason to rush things. You'll find 
all the groceries in the kitchen. Cook us something nice." 

Karen wanted to tell him to drop dead, that she was no one's servant, but at 
the moment she didn't have much choice. Going into the kitchen, she saw it 
was small, but still big enough for a kitchen table and four chairs. There 
were cabinets along the far wall, and opening them, she found all the pots 
and pans, and even found a small pantry. 

It took nearly an hour, but at the end of that time Karen had whipped up two 
steaks, a can of peas, some French's Instant mashed potatoes, two cups of 
coffee, and some gelatin dessert she found in the refrigerator. 

After dinner, Harry went into his living room and relaxed for awhile, 
smoking a cigar, watching the evening news on TV. Karen was on pins and 
needles, knowing he would be using her at any moment, but simply prolonging 
the agony. 

It was eight o'clock when Harry said to her, "Go take a long, hot shower, 
Karen. I like my pussy really clean." 

She felt like spitting in the man's face, but once again she realized she 
was at his mercy. She had spoken to all the females Harry had mentioned, and 
though they colored a little that he'd been stupid enough to mention his 
affairs with them, they admitted readily enough that Harry always kept his 
word. The truth was, The Parasol Insurance Claims Department was really 
under Harry Greco's control. If they ever dumped him without a suitable 
replacement, the entire company would be in hot water. 

Rummaging through Harry's closet in the bedroom, she found one of his 
bathrobes. Putting it on after removing her own clothing, she washed her 
undies in the bathroom sink and hung them up on the shower rod to dry. Then 
she took a long, hot shower. 

Afterward, with Harry's robe wrapped around her naked body, she returned to 
the living room. Harry smiled, put out his cigar in an ashtray nearby, then 
hoisted himself to his feet. 

"I don't usually take a shower for a broad," he told her, "but since you and 
I are gonna be rolling all weekend, I figure I'll do you a favor." 

He took fifteen minutes in the bathroom, and when he emerged he smelled 
reasonably clean. He had even washed the taste of the cigar out of his mouth 
with mouthwash. 

Grabbing a bottle and two drinking glasses, Harry brought them into the 
bedroom. He poured a shot of scotch for the both of them, and tossed his 
off. 

Karen sipped hers, knowing her entire future rested on this one horrible 
man. She drained her glass, feeling the hot liquid sear its way down her 
throat. She knew Harry was softening her up. It was just as well. A clear 
head at this point would have been disastrous. Had she stopped to think 
about what she was doing, she might have run screaming from the house, even 
though she was only wrapped in a bathrobe. 

Harry reached for the bottle as she sat on the bed, the glass still in her 
hand. He poured her a double, this time. 

"You'll need this, kid," he told her, sneering. "You and I are gonna have us 
one helluva ball this weekend, and believe me, anytime you want old Harry to 
straighten you out in the future, you'll get it gratis, provided I get all 
the cooperation I want this weekend. Right?" he asked, smiling triumphantly. 

Karen nodded numbly, her head moving up and down in assent, gripping the 
glass so tightly with her fingers her knuckles turned white. She tipped the 
glass to her lips and sent another large swallow down her throat. Inwardly 
she was already having misgivings, thinking how she would scream in 
revulsion if this man touched her. Still, she knew she had no choice. It was 
coming, and she might as well face it. Things had gone too far now to turn 
back, and she simply was not able to back out of this, now, not with her 
entire future at stake. She had to submit to whatever degradation he 
demanded if she was going to keep her job. The people they worked for 
weren't interested in someone's morals. All they cared about was efficiency. 
It was that simple, and she began to understand it only too well. 

Harry knew the moment the brown-haired girl nodded her head that there would 
be no battle between them. He had won. He was going to fuck the cunt off 
this sweet little bitch, and there was nothing she would do to stop him. He 
had plied her with enough liquor to help lower her resistance even more, 
though it really hadn't been necessary because she needed him and would do 
anything, anything at all he demanded in order to insure his assistance. 

He smiled licentiously as he stood in front of her now, removing his other 
bathrobe, the one he was wearing. He let it fall to the floor, letting her 
see him naked. Though he had a slight paunch he wasn't really fat. 

His solidly hard phallus stood straight out from his body and seemed to be 
pointing accusingly at her. To Karen, it looked like a giant horizontal Oak. 
It was growing from the salt-and-pepper underbrush of hair on his pelvis. 
With his right hand he gripped the organ, stroking it, pulling the foreskin 
back and forth over what seemed to be an ever-expanding head. The penis 
seemingly continued to grow jerkily in size each time the head disappeared 
into the thick cowl of flesh covering it. 

Inwardly, Harry smiled. He saw the loathing written all over Karen's face as 
her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his thick, tan member. His own 
excitement inwardly flared as he enjoyed seeing the helpless fear rising in 
her eyes. He had a feeling she was going to be more fun than any of the 
other Parasol women. 

In spite of all the liquor with which he had plied her, he knew she was 
going to be totally conscious of everything happening to her. It was going 
to be a distinct pleasure to dehumanize this one. As far as he was 
concerned, she had no idea how lucky she was, getting his cock, first. 

Soon he would be bringing forth screams of pain and moans of pleasure from 
the beautiful woman before him. When she opened her mouth to speak and he 
saw the division between her front teeth he felt all the more aroused. It 
was as if the space between her teeth made her even more sexy. He was barely 
able to restrain himself, now, thinking how much he was going to enjoy 
driving his cock into the unprotected belly of this desperate female. 

"I had a vasectomy about two years ago," he told her. "So you don't have to 
worry about becoming pregnant. Now suppose you get that robe off, or do you 
want me to do it for you." 

Karen began moving. The mere thought of this man putting hands on her 
terrified her. Even knowing it was inevitable, she wanted to prolong the 
moment as much as possible. She pulled on the sash of the robe, then got to 
her feet and turned her back to Harry. Slowly she slipped the robe off her 
shoulders, and finally she let it fall to the floor, letting him look at the 
smoothness of her white flesh. 

She shivered, feeling Harry's eyes burning into the curves of her buttocks. 
She had never believed it possible when a girl friend told her of feeling a 
man's eyes on her body, but now she knew it was true. She felt Harry's 
hungering eyes, but she didn't have the courage to turn around and look at 
them. 

Harry licked his lips, looking at the rondular contours of her asscheeks. 
Some women, young ones as well as old, had what looked like lumpy asses. Not 
this one. Her cheeks were perfect ovals, pressed tightly together. All her 
flesh was firm. He had to admit she was one well-built woman. 

For the first time in her life, the trembling Karen felt defenseless, 
totally helpless. Thank goodness for the drinks he had given her to deaden 
her nerves. 

Harry was totally naked in front of her, showing off his body as if he were 
some kind of weight lifter who was trying to display his perfect physical 
definition. The truth was, the only part of him that was really impressive 
was his penis. 

Though she was a virgin, Karen was not totally the prude. She had dated many 
boys in high school and college, and even though she hadn't allowed them to 
deflorate her, she had manually satisfied them. Therefore she had seen a few 
other male penises, but she had to admit, Harry's was the longest, thickest 
penis she had ever seen. 

Some of the other boys she had dated, all of whom were physically more 
attractive than Harry, had tried hard to convince her to give them her body. 
It wasn't that she was such a Goody-Two-Shoes. Her hymen wasn't really that 
important to her, but she felt she simply didn't want to have every and any 
penis burying itself in her body. She, herself, was a special person, 
especially in her own eyes. She understood the hunger in all these boys, and 
she was even willing to do something about it. But she was not simply going 
to let them plant themselves into her body because they chose to do so. Her 
body was hers, to do with as she pleased. 

At least it had been hers to do with as she pleased until this particular 
day. She rationalized what she was doing now with the thought that this was 
for her entire future. Even if, and when, she eventually got married, she 
expected she would keep her job for at least three years before having any 
children of her own. The money she would be earning would be a needed 
buffer, since the man she expected to marry would probably not be much older 
than herself, first making this way in the world. 

That was why she was allowing this caricature of a man to have his way with 
her. Had the company bothered to properly train her, she would not have had 
to undergo this kind of terrible treatment. But the company, it seemed, 
believed in "on-the-job training." They expected her to work and learn at 
the same time, and they expected her to learn everything to perfection 
almost immediately. 

Often, in the first week she had been with Parasol, she had considered 
looking for some other work, but from friends she learned all companies were 
exactly the same, giving the least in the way of wages and training, and 
expecting the worker to put out the most. So she was now using her one 
asset, her body, to pry secrets out of Harry Greco, hoping he would not only 
straighten out her department, but would teach her in the process. 

Still, the idea of this man standing before her, perpetrating all kinds of 
indecencies on her body, made her shudder. He was obviously intent on using 
her for his own pleasure, probably not even giving a damn about what she did 
or didn't feel. The thought that she was to be a vessel for his sterile 
semen made her shudder. 

Harry stepped toward her, his mouth hanging open, his wide eyes drinking in 
the slender, angular shapes of her body and her legs. She turned, letting 
him see the round protuberances of her breasts for the first time, and a 
long line of drool fell from the corner of his mouth. His eyes flicked up 
and down, looking at her soft throat, wandering across her brown nipples and 
areola, then moving down to the flatness of her white belly with its dimpled 
navel. The way he continually stared at her almost made her sick, and as he 
moved closer, she said, "Please ... Harry ... no ... don't ... I'm afraid 
... don't touch me ..." 

"It's a little too late for that, Karen," Harry laughed, his voice sounding 
almost contemptuous of her. He grasped her smoothly rounded shoulders 
tightly in his hands, and she felt his strong, thick fingers digging harshly 
into her tender white flesh. "We have your whole future at Parasol to 
consider." 

"No! No! I don't care! I'll work it out, somehow, I will!" 

The man loomed above her, his eyes totally devoid of pity at this point. He 
stared into her own eyes coldly, seething lust, unyielding and cruel, boring 
into the very deepest part of her trembling soul. The pressure of his 
digging fingers held her close, not permitting her to turn away from his 
lustful gaze. 

"Oh no, no, no!" she whimpered helplessly, writhing and wriggling. "I can't 
do it, I just can't." 

Her gasping pleas fell on unhearing ears as his arms wrapped themselves 
tightly around her and his hungering mouth crushed itself firmly against her 
cupid's bow lips. His long, thick penis was pressing very solidly into the 
softness of her yielding white belly. All the while his tongue was snaking 
in and out of her mouth, working between her teeth. 

Karen did her best to struggle, but fear and the scotch she had swallowed 
now drained her of her strength to fight. The thickly probing tongue washing 
through her mouth and the heavy smell of mouthwash and deodorant soap from 
his body filled her twitching nostrils, making her helplessly shudder as she 
realized she had come too far. No matter how she struggled, Harry was going 
to have his way with her. The strong, masculine body had mucilage itself to 
hers very tightly, his arms and legs flowing over her like a giant spider's 
web from which there was no escape. 

"Mmmmmphhhh ... please ... mmmmmphhh ... don'tffff ..." she gasped, and her 
mind closed itself to what was happening to her now as she thought back to 
an earlier time, when she had almost permitted a boy to do this very same 
thing to her. 

The room began spinning crazily around and around and she felt herself being 
pushed back, back, back, toward the bed. The edge of the mattress caught the 
backs of her knees, and the force of their momentum sent Karen sprawling 
flat on her back on the bed with Harry falling on top of her, pinning her 
solidly down. 

Karen pressed her slenderly naked thighs tightly together, doing her best to 
keep the squirming body on top of her from trying to lodge himself between 
them. His heavily throbbing lance of cock had somehow managed to probe 
between her thighs and was tightly trapped by the pressure she was exerting. 
She shuddered, feeling him grunt as he moved up and down, rubbing the 
cock-head against her hair-lined pussy lips, massaging her crotch again and 
again. 

The helpless woman was aware of the wetness of the hard, thick rod as it 
slid up and down in its own lubricating juices against the tenderly soft, 
inner hollows of her trembling thighs. His head pressed itself forcefully 
against hers, and then his face suddenly dropped. Karen gasped, feeling the 
sharp, excruciating pain of his teeth nibbling on the soft lobe of her right 
ear. She kicked out automatically with her slenderly smooth legs, wanting to 
somehow make him take his teeth away. Her kicking caused her thighs to open, 
and his body sank triumphantly between them as they splayed wide open. The 
flat underside of his throbbing cock was rubbing up and down in the 
seethingly wet slit of her pink vagina. When he suddenly pulled back too far 
and lunged forward again, the head of his pulsating penis slid through her 
feminine trough and then pushed itself between the rounded globes of her 
shuddering buttocks. All the while his bony knees held her thighs 
sadistically apart. 

As far as Harry was concerned, the minor skirmish was over, and Karen 
realized she had been bested. It was going to happen to her no matter how 
hard she fought, and all that she had to look forward to now was the pain 
and the humiliation. 

The ceiling began spinning overhead until it, too, was suddenly blotted out 
by the sight of Harry Greco's leering face moving over hers. His mocking 
eyes were already laughing at the glazed look of defeat and the hopeless 
acceptance of his victory. His hairy pelvis began a grinding motion very 
slowly against her upturned crotch. He felt the top of his cock rubbing 
itself into the pink slit of her seething cunt. The thickly swollen rubbery 
head of his penis continually traced a sticky wet path up and down the 
smooth white hollows of her thighs, pressing gently against them, feeling 
the delightfully puffy outlines of her seething labia being impressed 
clearly through his nerve-endings. 

He continued grinding slowly, continually against her trembling vaginal 
lips, looking at her face, watching the expression in her eyes slowly 
beginning to change. He knew she would not be able to keep her mind closed 
to this kind of pressure for any length of time. He recognized the kind of 
woman Karen was. She wasn't the first one he had enjoyed this way. She was 
one of those who were so proud of .having restrained themselves. Even many 
of those who were no longer virgins had been restrained and almost 
passionless until he had gotten his hands on them. They didn't know how 
lucky they were to be fucked by Harry Greco. This was the kind of woman who 
held onto other meaningless realities, like her work. When those realities 
became threatened, she had to turn to a new reality, this kind of reality, 
and now there was nothing for her but Harry Greco, who intended fully 
enjoying her to his heart's content over the weekend. 

Harry had spotted her as prime cunt the day she had first come to work for 
Parasol. Though he hadn't known for sure that he would have an opportunity 
to bed her, he had quietly waited, watching, knowing how inept his company 
was when it came to training new people. Had he been in charge of Parasol 
Insurance, he would have started her as an assistant processor, then moved 
her up to processor, then eventually he would have let her become a 
supervisor when she proved she was qualified and ready. But the company 
didn't do things like that. They were only interested in college degrees. 
Even if the college degree was in engineering or liberal arts they hired the 
individual over someone without a college degree, even though that someone 
might prove infinitely more valuable to the company. 

From the moment he had seen Karen he had thought of her as a cold, reserved 
girl, hiding something deep inside her that would one day explode if the 
proper fuse was applied. There was as much hidden desire in her as there was 
in almost every woman Harry had ever known. True, there were one or two cold 
fishes, and nothing anyone would have done would have helped them, but not 
Karen. He knew the moment he saw her, beneath her cold exterior there was a 
lot of fire. It had to be brought to the fore. Some kind of spark was needed 
to ignite her, and he, Harry Greco, was certain he knew how to apply that 
spark. He was patient in his probings, knowing he would eventually find the 
right key, and she would respond to him and eventually accept the fact that 
he was a superior lover, even if she didn't fall madly in love with him. For 
some reason, none of the girls at Parasol fell madly in love with him, but 
all those who had slept with him had to acknowledge that when it came to 
using his cock, he was superior to most men. 

Karen felt as if she were suffocating. Her long, lithe, smooth white form 
was being pressed solidly into the yielding mattress. She was well aware of 
the heatedly thick, rubbing rod of muscle and flesh forcing itself back and 
forth against her vaginal lips, sometimes probing between her asscheeks, 
other times rubbing up and down against her womanly cut. Silky, tingling 
hair from the man's heavy thighs played against the tender backs of the 
upraised columns of her thighs as he lifted her legs and pushed them out of 
the way. 

She thought back to that night in college she had gone out on a double date, 
and her girl friend, in the back seat had thought nothing of lying down and 
letting her date pump into her with Karen and the other boy in the front 
seat. The boy with her had wanted to emulate the other couple, and Karen had 
remembered how aroused she had felt at the sight of it. He had tried forcing 
her down on the front seat, wanting to push his fingers under her dress, 
into her panties, and she had struggled, believing one didn't simply 
surrender one's virtue this easily because some boy was watching some other 
boy taking advantage of a girl. 

Her mind was once again snapped back to reality as she was aware of the 
massive phallus rubbing against her vagina, probing, poking, seeking like 
some giant bird of prey playing with its helpless quarry. Her cunt was alive 
and tingling, and yet she thought of it as a tortured mouse that, unable to 
escape the cat toying with it, sought the only peace it knew, in surrender, 
allowing itself to be devoured. 

Her unconscious mind fought the continuing torment of the heatedly teasing 
probe, fighting against surrender to it. 

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ..." Karen gasped, 
writhing, struggling, groaning beneath the wide, cigar-stained smile of 
Harry Greco. But her hips were already betraying her helplessly unconscious, 
mindless need. Her loins began rotating, moving in small circles, barely 
perceptible at first, but definitely moving, moving as they had moved when 
the boy in the car had fingered her, managing to insert his finger an inch 
into her cunt while kissing her, holding her down with his own body so she 
had been unable to resist. The only reality at the time had been his probing 
finger, and only because the boy had come in his pants had he refrained from 
trying anything more. 

Right now the only reality was the head of the penis grinding against her 
shuddering vagina as searing flame continued to burn scorchingly in her 
stomach, the fires licking out between her thighs, crying to be drowned out 
by the tormenting monster that slithered lewdly between the wetness of her 
vaginal lips. 

Harry was aware of the victory he was attaining. 

The slender thighs she had pressed so tightly against his writhing hips in 
defense suddenly fell away very loosely. Her heels hooked behind his knees 
and with a low, animal-like groan her arms found themselves uncontrollably 
snaking around his neck, pulling his mouth down tightly to mash against 
hers. She began sucking on his probing tongue, pulling on it voraciously, 
slurping it solidly between her own lips as soft, mewling sounds escaped 
through the wet sucking noise. She began grinding her crotch solidly against 
the rock-hardness of his throbbing cock, attempting to pull its thickness 
between her sensuous labial curtains. But she was unable to do so, and Harry 
lay on top of her for a moment, savoring the frustration she felt until he, 
too, was beyond delaying any longer. 

He reached between them and began rubbing his fingers against the soft, 
mucous-soaked lips of her cunt. Then he gripped his cock and guided the 
throbbing head between the smooth, hair-covered, unprotected folds of her 
sweet, fleshy cuntlips. He was aware of her soft, crisp pelvic hairs parting 
before the unimpeded onslaught of his driving cock. The blunted tip met some 
expected resistance for a moment at the entrance to her heatedly broiling 
tunnel, and then he pushed, feeling the elastic mouth slowly open. 

She was tight, very tight, and he had to push hard to probe an inch, and 
then a second inch into her. 

"Aaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!'"Karen gasped, feeling pain as her tunnel was forced 
to widen and stretch beyond belief. She had known it would hurt, but she 
hadn't expected quite this much pain. 

Karen writhed and squirmed beneath him, hot tears pouring from her eyes. Her 
throat felt filled with cotton and she was unable to utter the plea that 
would make him stop driving into her. Not that Harry would have stopped, 
anyway. He was enjoying the sweet pressure of her cunt squeezing around his 
cock too much to think about stopping. 

He pushed hard, squeezing his cock in another inch, and Karen's dry, hoarse 
throat emitted a grunt. She gagged, feeling the pressure of his cock pushing 
against the sign of her virginity. It pressed slowly against the elastic 
membrane, forcing it inward, deeper, deeper, deeper, and the agony became 
excruciating. Karen thought she would die. Then there came one final 
agonizing sting, and suddenly the worst of the pain was gone as her hymen 
suddenly snapped. 

"Hhhhhuuuunnnhhhh ... G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-dddddd-uuuhhhhhhhhhh!" she gagged as 
the penis began sinking deep, deep, deep, and then deeper into her. He 
slammed in with a sudden fury that made her face contort into a million 
lines. His heavy balls slapped weightily against the rounded cheeks of her 
upturned buttocks. He had opened her up, all right, and she was wet and 
ready to take his cock no matter how tight she was inside. The powerful 
impact of his driving thrust caused her lovely slender thighs to open even 
wider. 

Karen, not realizing most of the agony was over, was certain Harry intended 
tearing her right up the middle with the battering ram between his thighs. 
She felt it delve so deeply into her she was certain it was going to come 
out her mouth. The writhing female gurgled helplessly, and suddenly she felt 
she wanted it to hurt her. She needed the pain to compensate her for having 
allowed this travesty to be visited on her. But what was worst of all was 
the pain she felt turning into pleasure. From what other girls had told her, 
she wasn't supposed to feel pleasure until anywhere from the third to the 
three-hundredth time she was fucked. Yet she was starting to feel some of 
it, right now. She should have been punished more for actually enjoying what 
she was feeling. 

She remembered that night in the car, how the boy's finger had also made her 
feel a certain amount of pleasure mingling with the slight discomfort of 
having her internal self stretched by his delving finger. She was thrilled 
by that initial touch, and she had almost been sorry when the boy had 
prematurely ejaculated in his pants. Such a happening had prevented him from 
carrying out his intended molestation of her body, and that was the only way 
she was going to permit anyone to take her virginity, at least at that time. 
Further, the sounds of rapture coming from the back seat told her how much 
her girl friend was enjoying what the other boy was doing to her. 

The smell of sex was cloyingly in her nostrils as she lay there and felt 
Harry's long, thick rampaging cock now buried unmercifully her belly. It 
moved in and out with difficulty because she remained tight in spite of her 
trying to adjust to his thickness. 

In her mind the cock was trying to destroy her, and Karen was determined to 
destroy it, first. She screwed her sucking pussy up and down on the 
throbbing pole, moving with wild, vengeful strokes, crushing her vaginal 
walls together, exercising muscles she had never brought into play before, 
intent on crushing the penis. 

Harry pinned her legs back, her knees touching her shoulders as she ached to 
take the cock all the way to the hilt inside her. The maddening slap of his 
thrusting balls against her asshole drove the beautiful brown-haired young 
woman into an even wilder frenzy. She was uncontrollable. 

Above her, Harry looked down with a gloating smile. He had ignited her just 
as he knew he would. 

Though he had no idea exactly what it was that set her off, he knew he had 
found the key to her heat. He braced himself on his knees and elbows, 
holding his body above the wildly thrashing torso, letting the hungrily 
clasping pussy slither itself up and down the rigid length of his shuddering 
cock at will. He bucked forward and down on her upstroke a number of times, 
driving the swollen head of his cock deeper and deeper into the tightness of 
her womanly depths. 

"Unnnhhhh ... aaaannn ... hhhh ... uuunnnhh-hhh!" she gasped out loud as the 
whole length of his throbbing cock fucked itself into her again and again, 
the momentum of his thrusts now driving her ass deep into the trembling 
mattress beneath her. 

Not content with what he had accomplished, Harry reached under her rounded 
asscheeks with his finger, rubbing between her lush buttocks, seeking and 
finally finding her rear crack wide open because of her position. He slowly 
pushed his middle finger into her rectum, thrusting in to the second 
knuckle, burying it in her rectum, causing her toes to curl against her feet 
as they jerked erotically in the air above them. Through the thin wall of 
wetly viscous flesh separating her tight cunt from her even tighter asshole, 
he felt the sperm-bloated ridge of his urethra in the bottom of his cock as 
the organ continued sliding in and out of her sucking cunt like a well-oiled 
piston in a racing car, though there was always just enough resistance to 
make it all so much more pleasurable. 

She began spewing words out at him now as saliva came back into her throat 
between the gasps she was panting out as his cock continued driving into her 
cunt, and his finger kept on nailing itself into her rectum. 

"All right ... you ... uuunnnggghhh ... wanted this ... aaaminggghhh ... so 
do it!!! Fuck me!! Fuck me, hard!" she pleaded, and Harry smiled, knowing 
there was an awful lot he was going to do to her in the next two days. She 
was going to really earn his help. 

Gloatingly now, the fucking man proceeded to push a second driving finger 
into her rectum, pushing both fingers in to the palm of his hand. He dug 
them almost cruelly into her narrowly tight anal passage, feeling the soft 
fleshiness inside. 

Karen found herself jerking up, her buttocks lifting several inches off the 
mattress in an attempt to escape the sudden intrusion of his fingers into 
her backside. But Harry Greco, as always, had timed everything perfectly, 
and he rammed his pelvis straight down with a vengeance, driving his solid 
cock deep into her sucking cunt. 

As she bucked up and down between the rock-hard instrument in her vagina and 
the two manual digits in her rear, she found the thrills continually 
mounting in her quivering, shuddering body. She was thrillingly, albeit 
hopelessly impaled between the man's fingers and cock, and she groaned with 
delighted helplessness as he continued grinding into her cunt and asshole. 
The juices of her suckingly dilated pussy were running out, coursing down 
her inner thighs, running over his hand, lubricating the fingers he was 
continually driving into her seething rectum. 

Karen strained back under the moving man, arching her slender loins against 
the constantly grinding assault on her vagina and anus. She was continually 
moaning over and over, feeling the pain totally dissipate within her, making 
her bewail the fact that there was nothing left to punish her for allowing 
her body to be used so indiscriminately. Her head flailed from side to side 
on the pillow beneath, her body one solid mass of static tingles shooting 
through her in continually mounting delight. 

Harry moved his fingers around and around inside her, and she jerked and 
screwed her rounded buttocks back against them, grunting incessantly as the 
pain within her slowly subsided. She gradually became accustomed to the dual 
ravishing of her tender genitals. A masochistic pleasure totally replaced 
the sorrow she had inside her as firebrands of lust now raced wildly up and 
back from her totally filled crotch to the top of her head. 

"Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her in rhythm between 
his fingers and his constantly pounding thick cock. 

Harry felt his penis expanding with each thrust into the sucking, wet 
passage, its lust fed by the very helplessness of the woman squirming 
incoherently, but in burning heat, beneath him. 

Karen felt the monstrous organ swelling and enlarging inside her battered 
feminine chamber. The giant head felt like an unrelenting fist continually 
pummeling into her, pounding away mercilessly. The fingers seemed to be 
claws, inhumanly tearing through her rectum, at no time giving her any 
respite from the constantly mounting, building pleasure continually 
enlarging in the depths of her trembling belly. 

"Harrrrderrrrr ... haaarrrrderrrrrr ... fuck harder, Harry, harder, 
harrrderrr, harrrrrrderrrrrr," she chanted in constant rhythm to his long, 
hard, driving penile strokes. 

The beautiful brown-haired girl felt as if she wanted to be violently torn 
apart by the instruments continually rummaging through her shuddering body. 
She wanted to be sliced right up the middle with his cock. Cock! There! She 
had thought the word, and it had a nice sound to it. 

Massive, overpowering waves of thrilling sensation poured through her 
quivering body, moving like an expanding balloon. She felt her body was 
enlarging and would shortly explode from the pressure. Yes, soon she would 
burst like an overfilled balloon and explode all over the bedroom. No matter 
what Harry did, he would never be able to pick up all the pieces, and her 
death would have some significance in that it would drag Harry down to hell 
with her. Oh God! It was such a wonderfully delicious hell. 

She continued to suck wildly on the tongue probing into her mouth, and now 
she realized every deep orifice in her body was filled with something; a 
tongue in her mouth, a cock in her cunt, and fingers in her rectum. Ahhhhhh 
yessssss! This was a thrilling reality and she was enjoying it all the more 
as, with a grunt from somewhere deep in her gasping throat, great floods of 
heatedly burning juice began seeping from her vaginal walls and membranes, 
streaming out of her, washing his cock, running over his balls, and 
inundating the hand now trapped by the tight clutch of her asshole. It felt 
as if her very insides were coming out with the constantly flowing liquid. 

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ... 
UUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAUUUUWWW ... AAARRRGGGGHHHHHHGGGGHH!" she bellowed around 
his thrusting tongue, feeling as though her very intestines were coming out 
of her with the flowing vaginal juices, stained pink with the remnant of her 
virginal blood. Her legs kicked high into the air, spreading as wide apart 
as they were able to go in order to give his continually pistoning cock even 
greater access to the depths of her shuddering body. She thrust her loins at 
him with overpowering force, brutally screwing herself solidly against the 
constantly impaling rod. 

Juices continued heavily flowing from the depths of her seething vagina as 
her nostrils flared and one long, last gasp of breath escaped raspingly from 
her pressured lungs, as if she had been walloped in the solar plexus with a 
very powerful fist. Karen collapsed under Harry, her body quivering 
uncontrollably as the continuing after-sensations floated her down gently 
from the peak she had reached. 

Harry knew she was climaxing. Almost all the women he fucked reached a 
satisfying orgasm, though he had to admit this one was unbelievable. She was 
coming like no two women he had ever known, before. 

Now he began driving his cock harder and deeper into her cunt, pulling his 
fingers out of her asshole. He was concentrating solely on his own orgasm 
and wanted nothing else. Her legs, widely splayed on either side of his 
body, were waving as if urging him on to his satisfaction. 

Harry was aware of the pulsations in the base of his cock, letting him know 
the hot streams in his balls were moving forward. Now the semen was racing 
headlong through his urethral tube in the underside of his cock, and unable 
to hold himself in check any longer, he bellowed, 
"EEEEEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAANNN ... GGGHHHUU ... 
RRRGGGGHHHHAAAAWWWWAAAAGGGGHHHH!" 

Spermless semen began spewing wildly from the tip in his glans, pouring into 
her shuddering cunt, filling her to overflowing. The fluid began seeping out 
of her, running down her labia, washing his balls, then dripping onto the 
mattress beneath them. 

Oh God! Harry had to admit this was the best goddamn lay he had ever had. 

He lay on top of her until all his seedless liquid poured into her, and then 
he rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"You're gonna make this one helluva weekend," he gasped. "Already I've come 
more strongly with you than I have with any three other broads, combined. 
Honey, you are terrific." 

"You won't go back on your word," she reminded him. 

"If the rest of the weekend is like this, let's hope I'm alive on Monday 
morning," he said, only half jokingly. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

An hour had passed, during which time Harry had fortified himself with two 
glasses of milk and a peanut butter sandwich. He had offered some to Karen, 
but she had refused. She was still in a semi-funk. The orgasm, something to 
which she was not yet accustomed, had drained so much out of her. 

The doorbell suddenly rang. 

Karen sat up, gasping. 

"My God!" she said, "if anyone ever sees me here ..." 

"So what?" Harry laughed. "No one here knows who you are. These are my 
neighbors, not yours. Don't worry that pretty little head of yours. Stay 
calm while I check out who it is." 

Harry threw on a bathrobe, pushed his feet into some slippers, then went to 
the front door. Opening it, he found himself face to face with Kathy, the 
top assistant processor in his dental claims unit. 

Kathy was a pretty little blonde girl, about nineteen, and though she had 
never gone to college, she was determined to make it to the top at The 
Parasol Insurance Company. At the moment she was angling for a processor's 
job. She knew there would be an opening in Harry's department shortly, when 
one of the other processors left because of pregnancy. Kathy wanted that 
job. She was carrying a box with her and she smiled at Harry, leaning 
against the door jamb. He let his eyes flick over her tight little figure 
with the breasts pushing out her blouse. Had he not been so sated by Karen, 
he would have grown an instant erection, which would have been embarrassing 
at the least, considering he was only wearing a bathrobe. 

"Kathy, what are you doing here at this time of night?" Harry asked. 

"Oh come on," she said to him. "You know damn well why I'm here. I want that 
processor's job, and I'm willing to do anything to get it. When I say 
anything, I mean anything." 

"Yeah, well it'll have to be another time. Right now I'm sort of busy." 

"Sure. I'll bet I know just who it is you're busy with. Hell! I watched her 
leave the place with you today and follow you in her car." 

"So then get the hell out of here, huh." 

"No dice," Kathy told him, shutting the door after stepping inside, shaking 
her blonde hair out. She wrinkled her short nose and pursed her smallish 
lips, saying, "So you think you have the largest pecker at Parasol, huh." 

"For God's sake, will you cut it out," Harry snapped. 

"Don't act like a bigger prick than the one you already claim to have," 
Kathy laughed. "The truth is, you don't have the biggest cock in the 
company, and I'm here to prove it." 

Harry was annoyed at Kathy, and he let her know it by giving her the kind of 
looks that she might normally have been terrified of. "What the hell are you 
talking about?" he finally asked. 

Kathy smiled and walked into the living room. She put the long box down, 
opened it, and pulled out an immense rubber dildo, saying, "I'm talking 
about this." 

"That doesn't count," Harry snapped at her. "It isn't the real thing." 

"Well it so happens I think it does count," Kathy insisted. 

"Bullshit!" Harry insisted back. 

"Well, let's get the opinion of a third party," she said, putting the dildo 
back in the box. 

"What the hell are you up to?" 

"You'll see," Kathy told him, a twinkle in her eye. 

Before Harry was able to stop her, she walked directly into the master 
bedroom where Karen lay with only a blanket covering her. Karen was 
instantly startled to see the little blonde. 

"My, my, aren't you the lovely one," Kathy breathed heavily, staring at 
Karen's form under the blanket. 

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Karen gasped. 

"I came here to give Harry what he has apparently already gotten from you," 
Kathy told her. "You should have told me in advance that you were coming 
here." 

Walking over to the bed, Kathy pulled back the covers and saw the bloodstain 
on the sheet, beneath. 

"My, my, you really did give our friend Harry a treasure," Kathy laughed. 

The brown-haired woman leaped out of bed on the other side and stood there, 
nakedly facing the pert, saucy blonde who had barged into the bedroom. The 
stinging words prompted her to want to gasp out something nasty, but she 
knew no matter what she said Kathy had the ability to say something nastier. 
Before she was able to actually say anything, her knees, weak from the 
climax she had enjoyed, betrayed her, and she struggled awkwardly to prevent 
herself from falling. She was unable to control herself and toppled forward 
onto the bed. 

"Hey," Kathy said to her, "are you hurt?" she hurried around to the other 
side of the bed where Karen lay. 

Karen blinked, looking up into the questioning face of the young blonde 
whose eyes now registered what appeared to be some kind of genuine concern. 

"No ... I'm all right," she answered, breathlessly gasping. 

The young blonde's hand reached out and touched her brow, brushing aside a 
small curl of chocolate-brown hair as she felt the woman's forehead. 

"You sure you're okay?" Kathy asked. 

"I'm sure," Karen nodded. 

The light touch of the young blonde's delicate fingers moved away from her 
fevered forehead, moving to trace along the line of her cheek for a moment, 
and then following her jaw down to her throat. Kathy hesitated for a moment, 
then let her fingertip move from Karen's throat and onto the fullness of her 
two solidly heaving breasts. 

"N-no ... don't d-do that ... p-please ..." Karen began gasping, her voice 
sounding choked in her throat. She was unable to believe all this was 
happening to her, and in one night. 

Then Kathy put down the box she was carrying and she lay down on the bed 
beside Karen. The dark-haired girl turned, trying to move to the other side 
of the bed in an effort to get away, and then she saw Harry standing in the 
doorway, watching, an amused smile on his face. Oh this was much too 
degrading. It was one thing to do something with Harry in order to preserve 
her job, but to allow another girl to touch her ... well this was too much. 

Female arms reached around her and suddenly captured her, holding her, and a 
hand was running shiveringly down her back, moving to her naked waist, then 
continuing on down over her ripely contoured hips and buttocks. Kathy's 
voice was throatily whispering in Karen's ear, saying, "Don't fight me, 
Karen. Believe me, I can make it good for you, even better than Harry did, 
and I can do it without pain." 

Harry smiled. He went to the kitchen, got a chair, walked back into the 
bedroom, and sat in the doorway, determined to enjoy what he was seeing. He 
saw Kathy staring at Karen's come-filled pussy and he saw the fear in the 
dark-haired woman's eyes. He knew she wasn't afraid of Kathy, and so 
surmised she was afraid of herself, afraid of having bi-tendencies like 
Kathy. 

"Look," Karen was saying. "I ... uhhhh ... don't like to swing this way. I'm 
sorry, Kathy, but this kind of lovemaking just isn't for me." 

The young blonde's hand soothed the older girl. She caressed the distraught 
Karen, and the knowing gentleness of her massaging caress somehow felt so 
good, she stopped struggling. Karen relaxed, deciding it all felt so 
restful, so relaxing, so nice. After the rough time Harry had given her, she 
needed some relaxation. 

There was no animalistic pawing of her body as there had been with Harry, 
nor was there any heavy handed kneading. All she felt was the tingling 
electrical contact of Kathy's knowing, stroking fingers and the curling of 
the lovely girl's body as it pressed firmly but not restrictively against 
hers. 

Kathy managed to slip out of her skirt and blouse, and pressed her 
brassiere-encased breasts firmly into the naked back of the other girl. The 
warmth of her flat belly was in close contact with the base of her spine, 
pressing against Karen all the way down to her buttocks where she felt 
Kathy's heated vaginal mound pressed solidly against the smoothly rounded 
firmness of her naked asscheeks. 

"Comfy?" Kathy asked. 

"Uh-huh!" Karen replied. 

A small, well-manicured hand began working its way over Karen's naked rib 
cage until it held the fullness of a satiny breast, cupping it with gentle 
knowledge, fingers working at the brown-hued nipple, causing it to rise, 
harden, and sensate. 

There was building in Karen a new set of burning desires, much like those 
Harry had built in her. Only these desires built slowly, tiny little jets of 
flame expanding a little at a time instead of turning into burning pylons of 
flame. She was fully cognizant of what Kathy was doing to her, and she 
realized it felt too good. If she remained like this any longer, she was 
going to lose what little control she did have over herself. She had to 
prevent that from happening. 

Her cry was muffled, strangling in her throat as she attempted once again to 
rise from the bed. She had to find a way to get out of this house before 
every moral value she had ever learned was totally corrupted. 

"No!" she gasped. "Kathy ... don't ... I can't let this happen ... please 
... no ... no more ..." 

"Hey, take it easy, take it easy," the lovely blonde girl said to her, 
whispering hoarsely in her ear. "Let me show you it's possible to enjoy sex 
without the likes of Harry." 

The man chuckled to himself, amused by the whole scene. He had to admit, he 
was enjoying the sight of the two females playing with one another. He knew 
Karen was going to succumb whether she liked to or not. 

The younger, more experienced blonde used her hands to make the older girl 
turn and face her, and she clamped her own lithe form to that of Karen. She 
had full, generous breasts, and even though they were still harnessed, they 
mashed solidly against the swellings of the older girl's nakedly sensitive 
mounds. Kathy's pinkly salacious mouth was seeking and finding the mouth of 
the other woman, noting her lipstick had long ago been kissed off. She 
pressed her lips against those of the other woman in a long, passionate 
kiss, her tongue sliding out, slowly, gradually, tantalizingly twirling in 
light, sensuous circles. Kathy rimmed Karen's lips with sensation-producing 
lubricity, without undue demand. Meanwhile, her hands busily continued 
tantalizing the lovely girl's luscious body, playing over her perfectly 
sculpted contours like a swarm of hungry insects, transmitting her own fiery 
need, causing uncontrollable slashing urges to sear deeply through the 
brown-haired girl's already aroused loins. 

Karen had never, in her life, received such a kiss from a woman before, and 
at first contact, she automatically felt a strong inner sense of revulsion 
and loathing. But after several heart pounding moments passed, she found 
herself automatically responding against her will. She suddenly realized she 
was beginning to feel a certain thrill of her own, generated by the 
femininity of the younger, shorter girl's sensuous body. 

Tentatively, Karen reached out a very timid hand and allowed it to caress 
the other girl's bare shoulder. She had not been aware that Kathy had 
removed her outer garments, and was surprised to see her this way. Now the 
blonde-haired girl was reaching behind her and unhooking her brassiere, as 
well, releasing the full, rounded abundance of her velvety smooth, shapely 
breasts. 

"Come on, Karen, get with it," Kathy whispered. "Feel my breasts. You'll get 
just as big a kick out of playing with my nipples as any man. You'll see." 

Karen didn't want to do it, but she found herself unable to resist. She 
reached out and touched and fondled the other woman's passionately heaving, 
panting breasts, her eyes watching, spellbound as the pink, pert nipples 
suddenly stiffened and coned to erection. She was well aware of the shudder 
that was passing through Kathy's quivering body, and she was also well aware 
it was her handling of the cute blonde's breasts that was the cause of it. A 
weak shuddering sigh keened through the younger blonde girl, and Karen 
suddenly realized she, too, felt exactly as Kathy was feeling. 

With a trembling moan, Karen sought Kathy's mouth. Their lips firmly welded 
together, and then their tongues began moving in and out very hungrily as 
each one's hands were busy exploring the other one's body. Kathy took this 
moment to slip out of her panties, kicking them off with her right foot. 
They flew across the room and Harry caught them. Kathy's hands moved as if 
experimenting and yet they moved with the sureness of a woman who had done 
this before. Karen was unsure of herself, and yet she allowed her own hands 
to move about the blonde girl's body. She explored all over the other 
woman's body as the fire in her loins raged higher and higher. 

The beautiful dark-haired Karen sighed, inwardly gasping and moaning with 
total helplessness. She was learning a lot more about herself than she would 
have believed possible. She groaned in utter despair, as she tried once 
again to fight against her inner, feral depraved cravings with rational 
thought. She broke the wet contact of their mouths, pulling away and 
muttering across the short intervening distance, trying her best not to look 
into the smoldering eyes of the other woman. 

"I've never done anything like this before," Karen insisted, feeling odd 
about the whole thing. 

"From the evidence of dried blood on the bed sheet, you never did anything 
with anyone before," Kathy teased. 

"Well, I did fool around a little in college," Karen admitted, "but I never 
went all the way until tonight." 

"Tell me, is Harry as good as he's always telling us in the office?" Kathy 
asked. 

"I don't know," Karen admitted. "I really don't have anyone else to compare 
him to." 

"Forget about comparisons. Was the son of a bitch at least able to make you 
come?" 

"Well, yes." 

"Believe me, it still won't be as good as what I can do for you," Kathy 
insisted. 

"I don't know," Karen said, as Harry listened with a look of amusement on 
his face. "Doing something like this with a woman violates all my 
principles." 

"To hell with principles," Kathy said out loud, laughing. "There's nothing 
wrong with two women loving one another as long as both are still capable of 
appreciating a man." 

"Why is that?" 

"It's one thing if I were completely butch, but I'm not. I'm AC-DC, and 
what's more, most women are that way but don't realize it, so in a way 
you're very lucky, learning about yourself, now. Hell! I learned about 
myself at a very early age, and I swing either way whenever I can." 

"You mean with both men and women?" 

"I mean with men, women, and sometimes with both at the same time." 

"Oh, I see." 

Kathy sat up and peeled her stockings from her legs, removing them along 
with her garter belt, saying "There, that's better." 

Almost savagely then, the beautiful blonde turned and hungrily recaptured 
the beautiful brunette's mouth, her naked upper leg scissoring itself 
forward, moving in between Karen's whitely tapering thighs, spreading them 
until their legs intertwined and their loins met and mingled, the twin 
contrasting colors of their pelvic hedges nestling close against one 
another, the chocolate brown V of one sparsely haired pussy being ground 
against by the even sparser blonde one, as the younger female moved with 
complete animalistic abandon. 

Reaching over boldly, the lovely golden-haired Kathy pulled the rounded 
firmness of Karen's beautifully quivering, white haunches tightly against 
her own body. Her hand moved lower between them to the dark-brown vaginal 
cleft, and without the slightest bit of hesitation, the blonde dipped a 
finger into the other woman's moistly aroused opening, feeling sperm as well 
as lubrication. Then the finger moved on and found the clitoris extended 
from the fleshy hood of Karen's frenulum. It was vibrantly hard, and it 
throbbed tautly. Kathy automatically began stroking it ever so tenderly, 
continually stoking the burning fires of Karen's aroused passions, building 
them more carefully than Harry did to a point just as high as Harry had been 
able to do. 

Karen felt the lovely blonde beginning to move and wondered what she was 
doing as Kathy began slithering down the length of her body, rolling her 
ever-so-gently onto her back, her mouth constantly busy as she kissed 
Karen's passionately throbbing breasts, sucking them, moving each of the 
nipples in and out of her mouth very quickly. All the while she maintained a 
constantly exciting, sucking pressure. 

The highly erotic sensations continued shuddering through the older of the 
two females, flashing through her with a merciless insistence. Against her 
will, unable to control herself, the beautiful brunette's hips began to move 
in a steady, sinuous countering rhythm to the constantly sensuous stroking 
of the blonde's finger. Sighing, Karen knew she was once again lost, that 
she was succumbing to the finger just as she had surrendered herself to 
Harry Greco. 

"Ohhhhhh ... L-o-o-o-o-o-o-rrrrrrduuuuuhhhhhh!" she said, shuddering 
helplessly. 

Now she felt the other woman's avid lips still moving down, down, down over 
her rib cage, moving even lower across the flatness of her belly, the agile 
tongue dipping into her navel, moving tantalizingly, and then there was the 
gentle, insistent hands spreading her soft thighs widely apart, exposing her 
palpitating, needful vagina to Kathy's hungeringly lascivious stare. She was 
acutely aware of how the blonde girl was gazing, peering between her open 
loins, and that her knowing, caressing hands were already moving, touching 
the smooth, soft satiny flesh of her helplessly defenseless vagina. 

She gasped, shaken to the core as Kathy leaned forward and pressed her mouth 
hungeringly between her thighs, kissing her soft inner flesh, then moving to 
her hips, and kissing her abdomen, as well, gradually working in a circle 
around her heatedly pulsating vagina. It drove Karen wild with feverish 
anticipation. She knew what was going to happen, and also knew she was 
powerless to prevent it. 

She looked down, watching, and just before Kathy's mouth reached her seat of 
eternal, internal fire, the most disquieting thought suddenly charged 
through the helpless Karen. Somehow she knew, in that moment, if she allowed 
this to happen, she would never be able to go back to being the person she 
was. Even knowing this, she wanted it to happen. In her rational mind she 
knew this was all wrong, yet she still wanted it to take place. It was a 
turning point in her life. The consummation of this act would change her 
into the kind of woman Kathy already was, a woman able to enjoy all kinds of 
sex acts, whether with men or with women. Kathy was a woman of insatiable 
dimensions, and she would be just like her. 

Then the tongue was touching her. Kathy's probing, lapping, tantalizing 
tongue was there, between her thighs, pressing firmly and flatly against her 
seething clitoris, sending the most wonderfully erotic sensations to her 
brain. At that moment Karen knew there simply was never in this world-or in 
any other-a greater, more rapturously delightful thrill. 

Even knowing this, her indoctrinated brain, loaded with all the moralizing 
taboos of the world and the fears she had been taught, interfered. "No! 
Please! No!" she cried out. "No more!" 

The working mouth suddenly paused, and that was when Karen realized she 
didn't want it to stop. Words came to her as if from a long way off. She 
heard, yet she didn't hear. Her senses wildly reeled. Then she realized the 
voice was the sound of Kathy's voice coming from between her thighs. "Relax, 
Karen, just relax and enjoy everything I'm going to do to you. I see you're 
still filled with Harry's cream. I'm going to love licking it all out of 
you, honey." 

"I can't ... I can't let you do it," Karen gasped. "It's wrong, it's 
unnatural." 

"But the truth is, you like it," the lovely Kathy countered, speaking what 
Karen realized was the absolute truth. 

Once again Kathy's hungering mouth dropped to the seethingly moist vaginal 
flesh of the older girl's pulsing, throbbing cunt, her tongue lancing and 
probing, seeking and digging, sinking into her heated liqueous depths, 
searing into the clutching vaginal dehiscence, sliding and slipping in and 
out to the rhythm already set by Karen's spasmodically moving hips. The 
delving, probing tongue flicked in and out, in and out with constantly 
measured regularity, as if it were a slender, flexible cock. 

Karen was unable to stand it any longer. Yes, yes, she wanted that tongue 
delving into her. She wanted it delving into her until she came. If she 
didn't come again shortly, she would go totally out of her mind. Throwing 
all reason to the winds, conscious only of the thrilling electric sensations 
shooting through her shuddering loins, feeling thrills churn through her 
intestines, she grabbed her hair with both hands and clutched tightly, 
gasping, "Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ... yessssssss ... oh God! Do it! Do it!" 

The lustfully lapping mouth paused, and a smile creased Kathy's sodden lips, 
coated as they were with saliva, lubricant and spermless semen. "What do you 
want, honey?" she asked. "Do you want me to keep this up until you climax?" 
Kathy asked. 

"Hey," Harry interrupted. "I have a better idea. It's obvious all this is 
very new to Karen. It's time she learned what sex is really all about. Why 
don't the two of you eat one another in a sixty-nine. I'll bet you'll both 
really love it." 

"I don't know if I can do such a thing," Karen gasped. 

"Don't be silly," Harry told her, feeling his cock already at half-mast and 
growing longer by the second. "Now's the best time for you to learn. All you 
have to do is the same thing to Kathy that she's been doing to you. 
Remember, Kathy is the girl I'm loaning you to help straighten things out. 
She can not only handle the assistant processing, but the processing as 
well. So you have to make the two of us happy, Karen. That's the whole thing 
in a nutshell." 

Swiftly, lithely, the lovely little blonde shifted her position, swinging 
herself around to straddle Karen's beautiful face. Her own head fell into 
place naturally over the tender young loins of the beautiful woman she was 
seducing. 

Startled, almost afraid, Karen looked up and saw the heatedly moist warmth 
of Kathy's seething, hair-lined pink pussy hovering scant inches above her 
face. Her eyes took in the brown puckered ring of the other female's tiny 
anus winking at her, as if assuring her it was all right. 

She knew what she had to do at this point. Yes, she had to do it, not 
because Harry wanted it, but because deep down she realized she wanted to do 
it. Her entire moral being rejected it, yet her physical self wanted it more 
than ever. 

With a swivel-hipped, wanton wriggle, the lovely Kathy's vibrantly alive 
pussy came squirming down against her beautiful and anxious face. 

Karen's initial impulse was to scream out loud. She suddenly felt 
surrounded, trapped, suffocating, but the thrilling contact of the other, 
more experienced female's tongue as it pressed against the quivering bud of 
her own clitoris caused a long, deep moan of sexual surrender to come from 
deep within her chest. She gasped, her mouth suddenly wide open, and then 
she instinctively began nuzzling her face into the wet feminine furrow above 
her. Without even thinking about it, her tongue slithered out, probing 
experimentally to find the tiny shaft of clitoris hidden in its own hooded 
frenulum inside the swamp surrounded by hair-rimmed, blood-engorged labia. 
Her tongue caused the clitoris to erect immediately. 

To her surprise, the warm, perfumed, definitely pungent flavor of the 
woman's thrusting pussy was not the least bit distasteful as she had 
initially imagined it might be. She quickly became more bold and more 
daring, licking again and again, then actually sucking some of the other 
woman's juices, following the lewd example Kathy had initially set. 
Occasionally she stabbed her quivering tongue directly into the wetly 
clutching vaginal opening. After awhile, she was able to establish a lewd, 
rhythmic movement to match Kathy's licking and sucking of her own vagina. 

Together, the two women began spiraling higher and higher, climbing an 
orgasmic mountain together while Harry Greco looked on, feeling his cock 
stiffening as it had, before. Tongues were licking, lips were sucking and 
slurping as faces moved in and out of throbbing, pulsating vaginas. Hands 
grasped ass-cheeks and throats were gasping out little sounds of mutual and 
thrilling inner delight. 

Thus intertwined, head to loins, each of them giving and also receiving a 
conglomeration of exquisitely erotic, thrilling sensations, the two women 
reached the apogee of their sexual climaxes together. 

It began for Karen, initially a long, shuddering spasmodic convulsion of her 
body causing her to jerk spastically upward as wave after wave of surging, 
welcoming climax began spreading throughout her totally possessed body. It 
was a thrillingly symphonic rhapsody of feeling and sensation as it swept 
over her repeatedly, charging through her, leaving her satiated and totally 
spent. She never even realized her mouth, pressed firmly against Kathy's 
seething pussy, bellowed into the womanly hollow, 
"AAAAAAIIIIIGGGGHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHMMM ... CCCCCOMMMIIIINNNNGGGG ... GGG 
GGHHHHAAAAUUUUWWWWAAAAMMMM UUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHGGGHHH!" 

Meanwhile, above her, the lovely blonde Kathy continued to thrust her 
rounded loins firmly against the sucking mouth of the darker-haired woman's 
face with wildly uncontrolled abandon. Then she, too, arrived at that 
exquisite moment of total and utter delight, bellowing, 
"AAAUUUGGGHHHWWWWAARRRRGGGGHHUUUNNN ... GGHHAAAARRGGGGGGGGHHHUUUNNGGHH!" 

Kathy immediately rolled off Karen, gasping, "That was fabulous." 

The brown-haired woman was unable to reply, lost as she was in the bliss of 
her own heavenly orgasm. All she was able to do was crawl to the pillow and 
lie there, closing her eyes, while Kathy moved up to where she was, pressing 
her mouth hungrily against hers while clinging to her. 

Karen was confused, yet she had to admit she was sexually sated as never 
before. She was so delighted, she no longer thought to question what she 
did. 

But her ideas of sexual satisfaction and those of Kathy were entirely 
different. Nevertheless, she was so tired, Kathy realized she would not be 
able to do anything more with the woman that evening. 

Rolling off the bed, she walked over to Harry Greco and said, "As far as I'm 
concerned, the evening's just begun. Want me to take the swelling out of 
your cock?" 

"Sure," Harry nodded. "How about using that sweet mouth of yours and let me 
see if it's good for something other than talking." 

"Is it all right if I stay the night then?" 

"Honey, if you want, you can stay the weekend. Between the two of us, I'm 
certain we can really work that sleeping beauty on the bed into a lather." 

"You really have the hots for her, don't you," Kathy murmured. 

"Let's just think of it as a phase I'm going through at the moment," Harry 
said to her. "After this weekend I'll never be able to enjoy her again, so 
I'm going to put her through the wringer. In the meantime," he said, 
exposing his cock, "start sucking." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Though Karen was unaware of it, the three of them slept in the same bed, 
that night. She was unaware of it because she fell asleep before the other 
two, and she awoke after they had gotten up. 

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Kathy standing above her, and 
asked, "Where's Harry?" 

"He went to the store to buy some groceries," Kathy told her. 

Karen got up and went to the bathroom, taking a long shower while there. 
While she was in there, Kathy, who had already taken her shower, changed the 
bed sheets. She knew Harry had one helluva day planned for the little lady, 
and she intended getting more than her share of the action. 

When it came to sex, Kathy was a live wire. She appreciated it more than 
most other people. 

When Karen came out of the bathroom, Kathy, who was now wearing one of 
Harry's robes, handed the other one to Karen, and the two of them went to 
the kitchen and made themselves some breakfast. 

"How come you're still here?" Karen asked. "You don't have to stay here." 

"I'm here because I want to be here," Kathy said, smiling. 

They ate silently, and afterward returned to the bedroom. Karen wanted to 
get dressed, but Kathy told her, "Why bother? As soon as Harry gets back 
he's going to make you undress. Look, as long as he's not here, suppose you 
and I settle down and enjoy each other for a little while." 

"I don't know," Karen said. "Last night I was in the throes of some kind of 
sexual frenzy. To be very honest with you, I'm having second thoughts, 
today." 

"You're just like me, Karen," Kathy answered. "What's more, you'll never 
really change, inside. You like sex as much as I do, and if there isn't a 
man handy, a woman will have to do, in this case, me." 

Going to the box she had brought, she pulled out the dildo she had compared 
to Harry's cock the previous evening. It was the battery operated kind, and 
she flicked on the switch, telling Karen to lie down because she was going 
to give her a massage. 

Karen felt helplessly trapped again. This was the girl Harry was going to 
give her to help straighten out the mess in her department. She had to do as 
Kathy wished. But the truth of the matter was, deep down inside, she wanted 
to do as Kathy wished. 

She lay on the bed, one knee raised, and Kathy began running the vibrating 
penis over her body, letting it touch her nipples, massaging the fullness of 
her breasts, enjoying what she was doing as she saw Karen writhe under the 
pressure of the dildo. "Like it?" Kathy asked. 

"Mmmmm ... yessss ... it feels nice," she gasped, lying there languidly, 
stretching out to enjoy the vibrations all the more. 

"It's going to feel a lot nicer than you think," Kathy told her, and there 
was a certain lewdness in her wide smile that Karen didn't catch. 

It was not until the vibrating dildo began to move exhilaratingly over her 
abdomen that Karen first began to understand what it was Kathy was intent on 
doing. Vibrations shuddered through her flat belly, making her quiver 
uncontrollably. She wanted to object, but a moment later it was teasing her 
earlier sated vagina, the oscillating vibrator transmitting renewed 
sensations of delighted pleasure charging through her quivering belly as the 
woman expertly rubbed the tip of the dildo against her instantly solid 
clitoris. 

"OHHHHHH ... UUUUNNNNNHHHHH ... MYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDUUUHHHH!" Karen suddenly 
screamed, coming to an instantly soaring climax, realizing just how sensuous 
she had become. She felt totally helpless and unable to stop the action or 
her own reaction. The feeling was thrilling, marvelous, and Kathy didn't 
stop with the vibrator. Karen had one quick climax after another, and then a 
few more for good measure. 

Then Kathy stopped, turned off the vibrator, handed it to Karen, and lay 
down on the bed, saying, "Now you do it to me." 

Karen did so, watching as the lovely blonde writhed in sexual ecstasy. She 
too, came, came, and came again, mouthing all kinds of silent obscenities 
with each climax. 

"My God!" Karen said, staring at the plastic penis, afterward. "It looks and 
feels like a real one. Where in the name of heaven did you ever get 
something like this?" 

"There are places," Kathy told her, smiling. "I'll tell you one thing, when 
there's no man handy, this'll give you the greatest charge. In fact, I 
wouldn't be surprised if it outperformed any human cock." 

From the bedroom doorway came Harry's booming retort, "Wanna bet?" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Karen had been so obsessed with the dildo, she hadn't heard Harry come into 
the house. Neither had Kathy. The man had put down the groceries quietly in 
the kitchen, and he had walked into the bedroom in time to see Karen using 
the dildo on Kathy. His hand immediately went to his belt and he quickly 
disrobed. 

Karen thought she was over all shocks, but just seeing Harry swiftly 
undressing in front of the two of them had her flustered again. She watched, 
hypnotized, as his throbbing penis once again came into view, its extended 
length pulsating and throbbing with vibrancy and life. She was already aware 
of what the man's penis was able to do, and she had to fight down the urge 
to scream and put an end to all this perverted madness taking place between 
the three of them. 

But even as she stared at the penis she knew she would not be able to 
scream. Her eyes were once again glued to the incredible spectacle of the 
cobra-like penis standing rigidly out from her shuddering groin, awesomely 
swelling even more now that it was free. 

Woodenly she watched as he pumped it a few times, as if to make certain it 
maintained its lustful erection. The fat, bulbous red tip throbbed with 
glowing life, and by now Karen knew that tip knew only one death. Even then, 
it was a temporary death, and like Osiris returned to life when Isis used 
the scroll of Thoth, so did the penis always return to life when Harry 
looked at a woman he desired. Though not quite as long as the dildo, Harry's 
cock was long enough so that when he gripped it with two hands, the head and 
a good two inches of staff still stuck out. It was immense, really immense. 

Grinning lasciviously at them, Harry slowly began advancing toward the bed, 
still gripping his penis two-handed, his eyes feasting on the deliciously 
prurient display of the two female bodies, nakedly lying on the bed. 

Reaching the bed, he stopped, and he gave the women a smirking glance as he 
reached out and grasped the lifeless dildo from Karen's limp hand and placed 
it next to his own burgeoning length. Yes, the dildo was longer, all right, 
but curiously enough, it was not fatter. Harry Greco's cock was the 
slightest bit thicker. 

Not one word had been spoken since he had walked into the room, and right 
now there simply seemed no need. At this point, Harry was clearly in command 
of all their present destinies. He had proven that his penis was still the 
superior instrument, and Kathy was a little red-faced, knowing he had been 
able to prove his superiority. 

"Off the bed," he said to Kathy. 

The blonde girl clambered off the bed. 

"Come here!" 

She walked over to Harry. 

"Turn around!" 

She did so. 

"Now bend over, honey." 

She stood there, not moving, unable to say anything for the moment, her eyes 
swelling wide open, not able to understand exactly what it was he intended 
doing. 

Harry was not in the mood for delays, and so he swatted her rump solidly 
with his right hand. He repeated his command. 

"Bend over!" 

She did so, gripping the edge of the bed with her fingers. Harry spread her 
thighs wide apart, then he took the dildo and rubbed it between her thighs, 
making certain she was soaking wet there, and then slowly, delightedly, he 
began pushing the rubbery plastic between her thighs, inserting it to its 
full length in the throbbing tunnel of her sucking cunt. 

Kathy gasped and wriggled, so Harry thrust a little harder, making certain 
every last inch of dildo was shoved into her. The force of his thrust made 
her topple forward onto the bed, and she lay there, face-down, with her 
thighs spread wide apart, and the dildo's end sticking out of her sodden 
vagina. 

Immediately her two hands snaked out from beneath her body and moved behind 
her, reaching in an attempt to tug the offending olisbos from her quaking 
body. Her actions looked like those of a person trying desperately to pull a 
knife out of his back. 

Her attempts were completely futile. Harry made sure her hands didn't touch 
the dildo by slapping them away. Then he stepped forward and placed one hand 
in the small of her back, pinning her firmly to the bed, and with his other 
palm crammed the last little bit of remaining length of the dildo into her 
cringing cunt. 

Kathy gasped, shuddering, feeling a mixture of rapture and fright. Then 
Harry turned on the vibrating switch, and she immediately jerked vibrantly 
to life. 

Harry lasciviously gloated, "There, you blonde bitch! See how you like 
feeling that! After all, you were the one who claimed this little toy of 
yours was better than old Harry's cock. How does it feel in there?" 

"Turn it off," Kathy shrieked. "Turn it off!" 

"No way, Kathy-baby. You wanted to make comparisons. Well later on you'll be 
fucked with Harry's cock and you can compare it to the thing you have 
jerking around in your cunt, right now!" 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... pppplllleeeeaaaasssse ..." Kathy begged. 

Karen turned away, feeling more than a little embarrassed by what was taking 
place, and somewhat afraid of Harry. Emotionally, she was suffering with the 
young, blonde girl, but deep down inside the pit of her belly there was 
another feeling, a mounting sensation swelling between her own, tightly 
clamped together thighs that she was unable to name. Lord! This was all so 
humiliating and degrading, and to think something so obscene was actually 
able to affect her this way. She knew if she opened her mouth the wrong 
thing would come out, so she kept silent. 

Abruptly, her large round eyes suddenly popped wide open with horror. It was 
a horror so utterly real she was certain a million tiny rats were scurrying 
over the length of her totally naked body. A moment later she realized it 
was only Harry's hand slowly inching its way up the length of her leg. She 
was completely powerless to resist. Her mind was already shouting out, No! 
Stop! Don't! But her body seemed unable to cringe away. 

Harry's crawling fingers moved higher, reaching into the soft nest of her 
pubic curls, and once again she felt a quiveringly salacious feeling of 
fright, mixing and mingling with an internal arousal and excitement, feeling 
the thrill waft over like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. 

"No, Harry, please," she gasped in a low whisper, unable to tear her eyes 
from Kathy, prone at the foot of the bed, her body jerking and quivering 
with the vibrating dildo moving inside her, making her rounded buttocks 
shake like gelatin. 

Harry merely smiled. This cunt was his for the rest of the weekend to do 
with as he pleased, and he intended enjoying it. He already felt the 
softness of her curling resilient pubic hairs reaching along her thighs, 
less than an inch from the pouting pink swell of the pussy he had initiated 
into fucking the previous night. He had her good, and nothing was going to 
stop him now ... nothing! She was his toy, and he was going to play with 
her. 

She gasped aloud as his moving, seeking fingers began slipping forcefully 
into the tightly narrow cleft of her clamped-together thighs, finally making 
convulsive contact with the delicious tender softness of her already wet and 
hot, beckoningly inviting pink slash. Wasting no time, Harry used his middle 
finger to rigidly seek out and part the soft, chocolate-brown, pubic curls, 
moving like an arrow toward its bulls eye, finally plunging somewhat 
abruptly into the tenderness of her taut, fleshy vaginal sheath, delving 
ever deeper into her vagina. Reflexively, the beautiful Karen tried clamping 
her naked thighs even more tightly together, but the time for such action 
had long passed. 

"Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o ... pllleeeeaaaasssse ..." she gasped 
mindlessly as her legs unwillingly relaxed without the littlest hesitation 
almost instantly. 

Harry's delving hand rammed like a driving steel wedge between the creamy 
softness of her tender thighs. There was nothing stopping him now, and the 
whole of his hand had suddenly fastened on the juicily moist tenderness of 
the lovely lady's soft, fleshy vaginal folds. His middle finger began 
probing inquisitively all the way up into the wetness of her sucking 
feminine warmth, his hungering lips suddenly lowering to her nakedly 
vulnerable thighs. The lovely girl had been taken totally unaware. Kathy had 
done this to her the night before, but she had never expected Harry to do 
this to her. Her astonishment was precisely what Harry had counted on. 

Spreading the alabaster tenderness of her thigh-flesh forcefully wide apart, 
he began kissing his way down to the brown triangle at the quivering base of 
her shuddering, squirming belly, nibbling tenderly at the sensitive 
smoothness Of her quivering inner thighs, each gentle nip sending a fresh 
chill through her quiveringly confused and aroused body. 

Turning her head, she saw Kathy had turned over on her back, reaching 
between her thighs with both hands, and instead of pulling the vibrating 
dildo from her cunt, she was pushing the instrument in and out, in and out, 
her naked buttocks pistoning savagely up and down on the impaling organ as 
her engulfing vaginal lips continued noisily sucking on it. 

Karen blinked again, still unsure this entire nightmare was real. Even 
though he had fingers stuffed into her cunt, Harry was leering as he leaned 
over Kathy's quivering body like some kind of towering giant. His free hand 
held his menacing cockshaft very tightly, and he was leering at the blonde 
girl. Then he turned back to Karen and said, "Look at her, Karen. Hell! I'd 
be able to shove a pogo stick up there and she would get off on that, as 
well. She's a natural fucking cunt. What's more, you're also a natural, but 
you don't realize it, yet. But don't worry, you will." 

The sound of his voice was torment in Karen's ears. The look on his face 
told her he relished the contorted mask of fear that crossed over her face 
as her eyes now focused on Harry's immensely swollen cock in front of her 
eyes. He had slipped his fingers from her drooling pussy in order to hold 
the penis above her face. 

Karen wanted to say something but her voice caught in her throat. The words 
simply didn't want to come out, and she found herself unable to take her 
eyes from the throbbingly hard, fleshy instrument for even a moment. Deep 
down she realized the man was probably right. Though she was frightened at 
the moment, she knew full well her body was seethingly aroused and filled 
with desire, though it was for Harry's cock, and not for Harry, the man. 

Lord! That was one big cock! She wondered how she had taken that monster 
into her body, last night. 

"Harry ..." she finally gasped, whimpering. "Please ... don't hurt me." 

Karen found herself unable to move, totally paralyzed with the fear of what 
the man intended doing. She knew he was going to fuck her again, just as he 
had done the previous night, but she also knew he was going to be less 
gentle this time, if what he had done the previous night was something one 
described as being gentle. She also realized she wasn't even going to try 
and stop him. Her mind kept repeating that Harry Greco always kept his word. 
He had already ripped her virginity from her, and he had promised her the 
full use of Kathy in her department to help straighten everything out in the 
coming week so she would be able to pass the quarterly inspection coming the 
following week. She needed him, and so she was going to submit to whatever 
indignities he intended subjecting her to. 

So complete was her blind obedience, she lay naked before him like an 
excited young Aphrodite as he once again fell to his knees, panting like a 
starved animal over her. 

Once more she spread the softness of her white thighs wide apart, acutely 
aware of the pressure of Harry's obscenely groping lips kissing the flat 
plane of her tender belly before starting to nibble their way down the soft, 
hair-covered slope between her widely splayed, naked thighs. 

Harry knelt before her like the hungry savage he was, salaciously licking 
his lips lewdly in vibrant anticipation of the thrilling orgiastic feast to 
come as the velvety pink folds of her simmering vagina were now presented to 
his avaricious eyes like a gourmet dinner. 

With his large hands pressed flatly between the quivering pillars of her 
thighs, Harry spread the soft, fleshy flanges of her shudderingly vulnerable 
vaginal cleft with his digging thumbs, pulling them slowly, tortuously 
apart, drawing the puffy lips more and more open to expose the moistly coral 
slash to his cruel and hungering gaze. He stared at it greedily for a 
moment, and then, with an animal-like groan, he buried his head between her 
soft thighs and he began probing with his swirling tongue into the 
spasmodically sodden, throbbingly warm depths of her suckingly violated 
pussy. 

A long, low, almost deep and soulful moan escaped from the lovely Karen's 
lips as her rounded asscheeks ground anxiously down into the bed again in a 
hopelessly futile attempt to escape the maddening assault on the interior of 
her defenselessly invaded vagina. 

"Uuuunnnnhhhh ... Godddddddd ... hhhhaaaannnnhhhhh!" she gasped, whimpering 
erotically, unable to keep her eyes from staring between her thighs at the 
way Harry was lapping her. Kathy had been soft and tender and gentle about 
it, making her feel secure when she had lapped her pussy. Harry was a 
hungrily growling bear, ravishing her cunt, pressing his mouth against it as 
if he intended digging his teeth into her vaginal flesh at any time. She was 
terrified he would tear her pink flesh from between her thighs at any 
moment, and so she pushed with her hands in an attempt to move him away. 

Harry's only reply was to lick even more frantically at the seethingly 
moist, sodden vaginal opening, his tongue seeking out and finding her 
erectly upstanding little clitoris. Gripping it firmly between his pulling 
lips, he proceeded to slap his tongue tightly around the tiny, turgidly 
throbbing little button. She squirmed and writhed helplessly as he hungrily, 
savagely nibbled at her assaulted loins, continually pulling and slurping on 
the little pulsing node, rolling it tenderly and sensitively between his 
lips and teeth, feeling her trembling body quiver helplessly beneath his 
oral touch. 

Karen was more desperate than ever, still afraid Harry was going to orally 
maul her, but once again her own body betrayed her, and her shudderingly 
quivering cuntal flesh screamed to her brain that it wanted and needed 
fulfillment. Ripple after ripple of shiveringly delightful pleasure surged 
through her obscenely defiled body, and she realized after awhile that 
though Harry was rougher than Kathy, he wasn't going to harm her ... at 
least not this way. 

Knowledgeably now, the licking man intensified his oral attack, his darting, 
stabbing tongue slashing through the pink, puffy inner labia, tasting her 
sweet flesh as his oral organ snaked deep into her, teasing the wetly sodden 
depths of her heatedly throbbing vaginal sheath. His tongue continued 
flicking hungrily, swirling maddeningly through her as he scoured the sweet 
walls of her delightfully tender vaginal dell. 

Karen realized she was once again caught up in a sexual trap. Her body was 
anxiously clamoring for more, more, more, and she was in no position to deny 
herself, especially since Harry was giving her body precisely what it seemed 
to want. 

The hungrily sucking man was very proud of himself. The previous night he'd 
had to force this woman to do as he wished before she had finally come 
around to enjoying what he was doing. Not so, this time. This time she was 
giving of herself willingly. Hell! If he weren't married already, he would 
have made her a permanent mistress. Even now, as he lapped, he considered 
convincing her to let him come to her home at least one night a week and 
perpetrate more of these wonderful outrages on her shuddering body. A few 
more seconds and she would be so completely under his spell she would do 
anything and everything he wanted. God! She was one enticing little bitch! 

Her cunt had been terrific the previous night, and once again he wanted to 
bury the full length of his staff inside it. It had been a long, long time 
since he had fucked a pussy this tight. Afterward, when he recovered, he 
would fuck Kathy and see just how good she was. Right now, it was Karen's 
sweet cunt for which he clamored, and he felt the uncontrollable urge to 
shove his throbbing cock into the nave of her cunt. Hell! He would wait just 
a little longer, until he had her begging for it, and then, by heaven, he 
was going to fuck her with even more verve than the previous night. 

Pushing her delightful legs up and back, he probed with his worming tongue, 
first sinking it in and out of her clutching pink pussy, then down into the 
narrow valley of her buttocks until he found the tightly puckered ring of 
her sodden anus. Then, probing with his tongue against the tight little 
opening, moving it like the tongue of a lizard snapping at a fly, he flicked 
the tip into her forbidden nether depths. 

This unexpected attack brought forth a gasping moan of shuddering delight 
from between the helpless girl's parted lips, her eyes clenching tightly 
shut as she realized this was something not even Kathy had done. Her teeth 
bared slightly as the new agonizing sensation rippled excitingly through her 
nakedly quivering torso. 

"Ooooonnnnhhhh! God! Aaaannnnhhhh! What are you ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... 
doooooiiiinnnnng ... aaaannnngggghhhh ... uunngghh ..." she gasped, 
squirming and writhing, though she wasn't sure whether she was moving to 
escape the tongue or to have it probe all the more deeply into her anus. 

Harry's only verbal reply was a deep-throated chuckle and then yet another 
searing stab into the tightness of her narrow rectal ring. Christ! She was 
as clean as possible, even there. 

Karen sobbed helplessly under this new, depraved attack, realizing with 
gradually passing moments that in spite of any gnawing shame or humiliation 
she might have felt, her body was going to continually disobey her mind. She 
had lost all control over herself. Her firmly undulating rear cheeks began 
uncontrollably jerking forward against the thrusting probe of Harry's tongue 
as delicious ecstasy rippled through her raw, vulnerable nerve-endings. 

She realized she was unable to withstand this any longer, and then it came 
to her that she was being ridiculous even trying to fight such a feeling. 
Common sensically she understood she was being totally controlled by her 
inner insatiable demon of overpoweringly wanton lust. As long as she was in 
this house she was Harry's to do with as he pleased because somehow or other 
what pleased him also pleased her. 

Her wantonly aroused and churning body was continuing to spasmodically 
twitch, her broad, gyrating young hips grinding themselves uncontrollably 
and with slow abandoned need firmly against the pressure of his continually 
thrusting tongue. There was no reason for her to refuse to accept what the 
man was doing to her, even if it went against every moral teaching she had 
ever learned. Morality didn't help her with her job, and morality didn't put 
bread on the table. 

Reaching down, she found his stringy hair and tightly gripped it with her 
grasping fingers as with a low, soul-stirring moan from the depths of her 
bubbling breast, she began tugging his mouth firmly against the openness of 
her naked, needing loins. Forgotten for the moment were all thoughts of 
Kathy and the vibrating dildo she had crammed in her own vagina. Forgotten 
were all thoughts of work and why she had come here in the first place. 
Forgotten was any thought of humiliation or degradation or anything other 
than the lust in her. All that really mattered now were the constantly 
incredible, delicious waves of thrilling pleasure continually coursing 
through her shuddering body like fiery cactus needles, constantly piercing 
her tortured and anguished self, if thrills and delight were to be 
considered torture. 

Harry was once again aware of her total, unconditional surrender, and with a 
vicious smirk, he pulled his tongue from her anal opening and once again 
sank it into the soggy depths of quivering warmth that was her heatedly 
clasping vaginal sheath. Her silken soft pelvic hairs continued brushing 
sensuously against his forehead as he continued sinking and burrowing 
between the tightness of her smoothly yielding thighs, her buttocks grinding 
with a slow erotic cadence against the lewdness of his buried face. 

Karen was once again Harry's, solely and completely, and there was no 
question about it. The man excitedly watched her wriggle her flaming little 
pussy into his hungering face. It wouldn't be much longer now before he 
rammed his aching hardness into the depths of her tightly squeezing little 
belly of hers, emptying his load of burning seminal fluid into the deepest, 
farthest recesses of her impaled cunt. She had proved beyond the shadow of a 
doubt she was a cunt well worth fucking, and his was the cock that was going 
to fuck it, filling it full of his spermless fluid. Afterward, when he 
fucked Kathy, he would let her play with the dildo and realize how much 
better a real cock was. 

He looked at Kathy, still lying across the foot of the bed, and he smiled. 
She was unable to reach her satisfaction with the vibrating dildo moving in 
and out of her tightly sucking pussy. She was fucking herself with it more 
and more rapidly now, but Harry knew, for all the vibration in it, it lacked 
the essential pulsations of a real penis. Before he was through with both 
these women the two of them would be begging him for more and more of his 
cock. 

Meanwhile Karen continued writhing and wriggling as she kept on bucking 
under the maddening oral attack of the grey-haired Harry's flicking tongue. 
Her arousal was now so great, it seemed her pounding heart was about to 
burst right through her two full, firm breasts. 

Her lovely head rose from the pillow beneath and she stared down between her 
obscenely raised thighs, her eyes tightly locked on Harry's lined and 
contorted face, her clasping hands locking very tightly behind his head as 
she pulled his lashing, pleasure-giving tongue deeper and deeper into her 
anxious pussy. To Karen, it seemed as if this wonderful sucking of her 
vagina was going to go on forever, but abruptly the man pulled his head from 
her restraining, clasping grip and rose to his knees between her 
lasciviously opened thighs. 

Closing her eyes tightly for the moment, Karen closed out the sight of 
Harry's licentious, slavering stare into her vaginal opening as he gazed 
delightedly at her exposed nakedness. The sight of him this way would only 
remind her she was his slave. 

"Now we're gonna fuck, baby," he told her. "But this time we'll change the 
position a little. Roll over onto your belly." 

Karen, afraid to argue with him, turned onto her stomach. At his 
instigation, she came up on her knees, her thighs wide open, her full white 
breasts dangling down beneath her, wobbling from side to side as her chest 
heaved and she fought for breath. She didn't say anything, knowing anything 
she might have said would have been superfluous. Her belly was still 
quivering with the memory of Harry's tongue delving into her sucking vagina. 
The sensation had been so overpowering, she was already imagining the 
feeling of his throbbing cock sinking deep inside her. 

"Spread those thighs a little wider, honey, 'cause old Harry is coming into 
your cunt," he told her. 

Quivering with a strange mixture of anticipation and fright, the lovely 
brown-haired Karen spread her slender thighs as wide apart as possible in 
the kneeling position. She tried looking behind her to see if she was able 
to see Kathy, but she wasn't. It didn't much matter, anyway. This was all 
that really counted. Her moistly heated vaginal lips seemed to quiver and 
quake with insatiable hunger, puckering eagerly and anxiously as she awaited 
the thick penis that would once again spread them even wider apart with 
deliciously searing pain. 

Leaning over the body of the lovely brown-haired woman, Harry reached 
forward and gripped her left shoulder with his left hand, while using his 
right hand, he gripped his throbbing cock and brought it solidly between the 
receptively parted pink aperture of her spread thighs. Using his swollen, 
blood filled penile head to separate the lips of her vaginal entry way, he 
slowly inched his throbbing loins forward until the tip of his heavily 
pulsating member was pressed solidly against her moistly ready vaginal 
opening. 

Karen looked straight ahead at the pillow directly below her, and then she 
tightly shut her eyes with a shuddering chill as she was well aware of the 
thickness of the immensely insistent organ making warm, wet contact with the 
lust-inflamed edges of her seething, damply clinging vagina. She held her 
breath for what seemed like forever and he kneeled there, perfectly 
unmoving, waiting impatiently for the agonizing pleasure-pain of his entry. 
She knew there still had to be some pain because she was not yet accustomed 
to his tremendous breadth. Even so, she was unprepared when he finally 
ploughed into her. 

"Aaaaannnngggghhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped as she felt the 
heavy pressure of his penile knob against her tight, fleshy sheath increase, 
slowly parting and spreading her resiliently elastic vaginal lips. 

"Here it comes, honey," he panted. 

"Aaaaannnngggghhhh ... oooonnnngggghhhh!" was all she was able to reply as 
his penile tip slipped between her vulva. She realized this kneeling 
position made her tight cunt even tighter, and the cock was painfully 
stretching her tight, rubbery opening until she felt as if her thighs were 
starting to split apart from the continually relentless pressure. 

Harry purposely held back, wanting to tease her a little, an evil, leering 
grin spreading across his face as he stared down at the arched back of the 
helpless woman who had delivered herself into his hands in order to save her 
job. He had to admit the sight of her, sprawled so salaciously beneath him 
on her knees, was arousing to him. Christ! It was more than he was able to 
withstand. Jesus! Those round asscheeks of hers were so luscious-looking. He 
had to fuck her ... yeah, he had to fuck her, right now! 

Slamming forward, he listened as his thighs slapped against the rounded 
cheeks of her buttocks. At the same time the tips of her nipples brushed 
against the sheet beneath her as he slammed his solidly throbbing cock all 
the way into her, the enormous hardened penile length tearing into the 
tightness of her heatedly cringing cunt with the force of a ten-ton truck, 
pushing the tenderly pliable walls before it in rippling accordion-like 
waves. There was no stopping the powerfully thrusting cock until its weighty 
testicles slapped very heavily into the sodden lips of her wet vagina and 
his pelvis ground itself against the split between her lovely asscheeks. 

"Eeeeeyyyyaaaannnngggghhhh!" she grunted, panting weakly beneath him. There 
was pain, but it was such a wonderful pain, and once again she was 
completely filled. 

He lay perfectly still for a moment, his leering face looming over her nape, 
and neither one of them made a sound for a long while. Then Karen felt the 
unmistakable throb of his turgidly swelling cock buried to the depths in her 
trembling belly. It jerked yet another half-inch into her as Harry cruelly 
flexed the pulsating member. 

"Unnnnhhhh ... you're ... aaaannnnhhhh ... hurting me ..." she gasped out 
breathlessly, her face tightly contorting, her body feeling the heaviness of 
the pain. 

"Yeah, well that tight little pussy of yours is gonna need a lotta 
stretching, honey," Harry told her, "and I have just the cock to do it," he 
said, emphasizing "cock" by flexing his penis inside her again. 

"Gggghhhaaauuunnnggghhh!" the helpless woman groaned even more deeply this 
time, the muscular cords in her neck standing out in bold relief from the 
agonizing pressure of her natural resistance to what was happening to her. 

"Tell me, Karen," he gasped, "do you like the feel of my cock?" 

She didn't reply. 

Harry then ground his hips forward in an attempt to prompt an answer out of 
her, burying his swollenly throbbing organ a little deeper inside her 
tightly clinging vaginal sheath. 

"Haaaannnggghhh ... don't ... Harry ... don't hurt me!" she begged. 

She found herself quickly losing control over her feelings, her body 
starting to react involuntarily. She relaxed a little, and the pain in her 
tight cunt immediately lessened. She relaxed a little more, and it almost 
totally faded away, while the pleasure building up in her continued 
enhancing. The lascivious ravages of delighted passion continued burning 
through her shuddering body as she realized she was indeed a total sexual 
animal, just as Kathy had pointed out. Fighting it, she was fighting 
herself. 

Karen felt the searing flames of burning desire continuing to blow ever 
hotter as Harry continued mercilessly skewering his cock deeper and deeper 
into her, slithering his pulsating hardness into her hungrily nibbling 
vagina in a slow erotic rhythm that rapidly engulfed her entire physical 
being. 

Her slender legs suddenly snaked out and he had to lift her up and bring her 
back to her knees to keep her from falling to the bed. Harry increased the 
violent plundering thrusts, constantly burrowing and ploughing his urgently 
pounding and slamming hardness to the throbbing hilt in the depths of her 
wetly trembling cunt. 

Slaving over the deliciously responding woman, Harry now began suddenly 
moving his throbbing cock into a longer, smoother stroke that brought the 
thrusting organ almost all the way out of her cunt on the backstroke, then 
plunged solidly forward on the slamming in-stroke. He continued to thrust 
solidly into the tightness of her uplifted cunt, listening with pleasure to 
the feel of his dangling balls slapping against the bud of her clitoris, 
getting wetter and wetter from the ooze dripping from between her thighs. 

Quivering with delight himself, Harry began hurrying his own stroke, plowing 
hot and deep into her tightly squirming, thrashing loins. Her nails began 
digging sharply, painfully into his back as soft, soul-stirring moans 
tumbled from her half-parted lips. 

He knew from the way she was reacting she was almost there, and he clenched 
his own buttocks all the more tightly together in a violently determined 
effort to hold back the seething flood of heavy spermless liquid boiling in 
his body while her constant gasping moans turned into a single, long 
continuous cry. It was a single, mournful cry for fulfillment. 

"AAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGG ... HHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHH ... 
UUUUGGGGHHHHAAAAUUU ... WWWWAAGGGGHHHH!" she shrieked, her body stiffening 
as she bounced up and down on her knees again and again. 

The tightening pressure of her vulva around his cock was enough to set Harry 
screaming, as his own cock began erupting with seminal lava. 

"YYYYEEEE ... AAARRRGGGGHHUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, his own 
voice drowning out the screech of Kathy, who had fallen to the floor and was 
still pumping the vibrating dildo in and out of her cunt. 

In almost no time the feelings began to subside, and Harry collapsed on top 
of Karen until he had regained his strength. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The three of them rested until lunch time. Harry was in no hurry, knowing he 
had the rest of the day and all of tomorrow with the two women. The idea of 
watching them play with one another pleased him, but he liked the idea of 
continuing to teach Karen "the facts of life" even more. 

Harry had a projector and reels of film he had purchased on Forty-Second 
Street. He decided it was time to put Karen back in the mood because it was 
time for her next lesson. Taking out the projector and screen, he set them 
up in his living room, and he threaded a reel of film onto the projector 
telling Kathy, "You run the projector, this time. It's time for little Miss 
Purity to learn the art of fellatio." 

Kathy smiled. This time she was willing to sit it out, because she knew she 
would be able to get some satisfaction from one or the other of them, 
afterward. 

Karen wondered why Harry was showing home movies in the middle of the 
afternoon, but didn't argue with him when they sat nakedly on the sofa with 
the equally naked Kathy turning on the projector and turning off the nearby 
lamp after making certain all the curtains were closed and the shades drawn. 

Karen felt conspicuous, sitting here naked, yet she didn't dare say 
anything. Her future was at stake, and she had already gone this far. She 
might as well see this through all the way. Her breasts bounced against her 
chest and she realized she was panting very heavily. They swayed almost 
ponderously as she leaned forward and was, for a moment, bathed in the light 
from the projector. A muffled sound came from the running projector, and 
Harry, who was all set to enjoy everything without doing anything himself 
this time, had lit up a cigar. Wild circles of grey smoke billowed through 
the room, and he offered the cigar to Karen. 

"Here," he said, "suck on this for a little while." 

"I don't smoke," Karen told him. 

"That's all right," Harry told her. "You don't have to inhale. Just suck on 
this. In fact, let's see you suck half the length of the cigar between those 
lovely lips of yours." 

Karen looked at Kathy who shrugged, and taking the cigar from Harry, she 
obediently put it between her lips and puffed on it. 

"Come on," Harry insisted. "I told you to suck on at least half of the 
cigar." 

Sighing, the brown-haired girl sucked half the length of the five-inch cigar 
into her mouth, her lips tightly pursed around it. When she withdrew it, it 
was all soggy. She handed it back to Harry who began contentedly puffing on 
it again. 

"C'mere and sit in my lap," he told her, beckoning to her with an insistence 
that was not to be challenged. 

The idea of letting him put his hands on her flesh again, so soon after what 
had happened in the late morning, made Karen shudder. She felt ripples of 
hesitation coursing through her, and for a moment she thought of excusing 
herself and running to the bathroom. 

Karen quivered, feeling the man's hands on her narrow waist, feeling him 
drawing her to him, and very aware of the bulging stiffness of his swelling 
cock as it pressed against her soft asscheeks making her wonder if she was 
perhaps expected to insert the penis into her vagina and then ride up and 
down on the throbbing organ. 

The movie was already in progress, and she saw she hadn't really missed very 
much. The woman in the movie was a redhead, dressed in red, sitting on a red 
sofa, sucking a red popsicle ... exactly the way she had sucked on the 
cigar. 

"This is one of my favorite films," Harry told her, breathing huskily into 
Karen's ear, his hand already looping itself tightly around her slender 
waist. 

Karen sat there, unable to say anything, knowing whatever she said would 
sound ridiculous. 

The woman in the movie was really very pretty with all that long red hair. 
Her eyes glimmered, sparkling mischievously as she read what was obviously 
an obscene magazine that wasn't on sale on the normal newsstands. There was 
a photo of a naked male on one page which she spread for the camera, and it 
was obvious from the erection that the redhead was excited. Her lush, 
sensual lips, coated with a thick, deep-red lipstick moved up and down over 
the shaft of the red popsicle, sucking on it and slurping it in an obvious 
parody of oral intercourse. The camera zoomed in for an extreme close-up of 
the lovely girl's fleshy, clinging lips as they provocatively pulled on the 
fruit ice on the out stroke. 

Suddenly a man appeared on the screen, a big giant of a man. The girl in the 
movie, seeing him, jumped, suddenly frightened, and she leaped back. 

At the same time Karen jumped, feeling a hand on her naked breast. Harry was 
caressing her mammary, squeezing it, pulling on her nipple. 

Harry continued what he was doing. He squeezed her full breasts very hard, 
then he pinched her nipples until he was certain they were as hard and as 
stiff as possible. Once he was certain they were unable to grow any more, he 
took one puffy beige nipple into his hungry mouth and rolled it around 
between his teeth and his tongue, sucking on it strongly, making a loud, 
lewd sound. 

Karen gasped, realizing that in spite of all the sex she had enjoyed-yes, 
she had enjoyed it-her body was still capable of being aroused and building 
more and more sexual desire. In spite of the morality that had once taught 
her things like this were evil, she knew it would do her no good to fight 
against her own inner feelings. She kept her mouth shut, knowing to protest 
was completely futile. It felt unquestionably delightful. 

The tall man on the screen was wearing an overcoat, and when he opened it, 
he revealed he was wearing nothing underneath. He shrugged it from his 
massive shoulders, allowing the coat to drop and form a crumpled heap on the 
floor. There was another rear shot of him, panning from his head down to his 
feet, making him look like some gigantic ogre. Then there was a frontal shot 
of him as well, letting Karen see his chest was covered with lots of curly 
hair. Everything about him seemed so monstrous, Karen was already wondering 
what his penis would look like when the camera finally panned down to it. 

Meanwhile, Harry continued hungrily sucking on the fullness of Karen's 
swollen breasts, holding her in his lap with his own cock rubbing against 
her buttocks, making her writhe uncontrollably. 

While chewing on her nipple, he reached down and handed her the cigar again 
after taking it from the nearby ashtray. She knew what he wanted, and as his 
tongue continued playing with her nipples, she once again sucked half the 
length of the thick cigar into her mouth, holding it there for a moment, 
wondering just why Harry was making her do this. What was it about seeing 
her smoke cigars this way that turned him on? She held her breath to the 
count of ten, puffed a little on the cigar, then took it out of her mouth 
slowly, letting the smoke drift out with it. Her mind was reeling with all 
kinds of dancing colors that came flickering from the movie screen. 

She looked back at the picture on the screen, seeing the redheaded girl in 
the movie had put her hand to her mouth in a rather convincing display of 
terror. Karen empathized with the girl, feeling the lushness of her own 
rounded buttocks starting to quake and quiver. She sat on Harry's lap 
sideways, her arm around him, resting on his shoulders from behind, her 
fingers idly playing in the short hairs at the nape of his strong, masculine 
neck as he continued to suck her now heavily heaving breasts with 
continually mounting enthusiasm. 

She watched as Harry reached down and stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray. 
She was grateful for that much. She hadn't cared for the taste of it. 

At the moment her body felt like rubber. She was being played with and 
stretched to any imaginable degree, and she was feeling nothing other than 
sweet deliciousness. 

Her attention was now completely captured by the tall man she was watching 
in the film as the camera panned lower and she was finally able to see his 
own lust-swollen penis as it jutted straight out from the matted thick hair 
on his loins like a huge spear. It was unmeasurable in inches, and big as it 
was, it was still growing. 

"Do you like to watch people performing sexual acts?" he asked, his voice as 
soothing as the innocent purr of a small, sleeping kitten. 

"Yes, oh yes," Karen nodded. 

The head of the tall man's throbbing penis looked to be the size and color 
of a nectarine. It was a brilliant pinkish-orange and it glistened almost 
ominously as it slowly moved toward the mouth of the girl in the film. 

Skillfully now, moving slowly and carefully, Harry inched his gentle but 
powerful hand between the tenderly soft, white thighs of the naked woman 
sitting on his lap. Karen had her thighs squeezed together at the moment and 
she was aware of his moving hand. With each rapid breath now, the 
marshmallow succulence of her well-sucked breasts melted into the features 
of his shadowed face. Her brown nipples were as stiff as spikes, growing out 
of their equally brown, puffy surroundings like tiny clitorises eager to be 
sucked. 

Harry Greco was laughing silently to himself as he fondled her. He had 
enjoyed quite a few women in his lifetime, and though this one was 
erotically superior to most of the others, she was pretty much the same as 
they. All women were basically alike. Even the frigid ones he had fucked had 
responded to seeing other people making love. Some responded erotically, 
others responded disgustedly, but they all responded, and as long as there 
was some response, it meant there was some kind of life in the woman waiting 
to come out. Well, he had this one, now. She was totally hypnotized by what 
was happening on the screen, and she was not only something for him to play 
with, but a willing subject at this point. 

The tall man in the movie standing before the redheaded woman reached out 
and cruelly tangled his fingers in the rich color of her luxuriantly shining 
red hair, twisting strands around his fingers. He yanked her head back 
viciously. His other hand suddenly shot forward and backhanded the beautiful 
woman across the face. It was a jarring blow that would have sent her 
sprawling had he not had a firm grip on her hair. 

"Look at his cock," Harry laughed at Karen, whispering in her ear. "Does it 
look any different?" 

"My God! It's grown even bigger," the lovely brown-haired woman gasped, 
staring. 

"I figure this guy must be some kind of a sadist, and hurting women is his 
bag. With me, you don't have to worry, honey. I don't believe in causing 
pain." 

Karen's trembling, vibrating ass cheeks, rubbing nakedly against the equally 
naked but considerably hairier thighs of Harry Greco, began writhing and 
squirming very nervously. She was well aware that Harry's already large cock 
was swelling even larger beneath her thighs, pulsing and quivering, and she 
knew it wouldn't be much longer before he used it on her. 

Curiously enough, the longer she stayed with Harry, the more she was 
enthralled by him, even knowing he was something of a sadist, himself. 
Perhaps it was the thrill of being with what she believed was a truly evil 
man, and feeling the way her being there made his penis swell and enlarge 
and grow as it pressed against her naked flesh made her enjoy everything all 
the more. 

Her eyes returned to the movie once again to see what was happening. She saw 
the giant of a man grip his glistening gargantuan shaft at the hair-covered 
base, and then he began rubbing the thick penis back and forth. The penis at 
which she was now staring was circumcised, and so it looked different from 
Harry's. The man was rubbing the tip against the redheaded woman's face, 
smearing his colorless oils all over her cheeks and eyelids for a moment. 
After awhile he began rubbing it against the full pout of her rich, red 
lips, making them shine even more brightly with the colorless nectar he was 
smearing over them. Her eyes opened wide, but not with fear. The redhead was 
looking at the throbbing cock with desire written all over her face. 

"My God!" Karen gasped, staring. "She actually enjoys being treated that 
way." 

At that point, suddenly, miraculously, the orange-pink head of the giant's 
throbbing cudgel popped itself between the hungrily straining lips of the 
lovely redhead. Somehow, the sight of such a thing sent a violent shudder of 
rippling ecstasy charging up and down Karen's quivering spine. Lord! It was 
exciting watching the helpless redhead being totally dominated by the giant. 
It was more than exciting. It was delightfully thrilling. Yes, the girl on 
the screen was being subjected to a force she was unable to resist, just as 
she, Karen, was far beyond being able to resist doing whatever it was that 
Harry wanted her to do. 

"Look, Karen," Harry said, laughing. "See how the girl actually enjoys what 
she's doing. Yes, she enjoys it." 

Harry's lasciviously seeking hand was rubbing her soft, tingling cunt at the 
moment, massaging, rubbing, poking and probing with a slow, lingering 
delight. Two of his delving fingers began to part the silken tufted brown 
curls covering her mons veneris. "Harry ... I don't know ... what are you 
..." 

"Stop worrying and relax," Harry told her. "I'm going to make you happy, 
honey," he rasped brokenly in her ear. "I'm going to finger this sweet pussy 
of yours. You'll like that, won't you? You'll like having me touch you while 
you watch that girl on the screen suck on that large man's throbbing cock." 

Oh Lord! Karen didn't know what to do or say. She was on fire. She knew it 
was wrong to continue this way. At this point she wasn't thinking about her 
job any longer. All she knew was she was inextricably caught up in this, and 
there was no longer an easy way out. Even if she'd had no job to worry 
about, she would want to continue. 

"Yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ...do it, Harry, do it! Finger my 
cunt!" 

Harry Greco softly chuckled to himself as he slowly felt between her 
luscious thighs, carefully pressing his extended middle finger very, very 
slowly into the heated den that was Karen's seethingly heated vagina. Her 
vaginal membranes automatically responded, tightly wrapping themselves 
around the finger, and he slowly sank it deeper and deeper, realizing that 
in spite of all the fucking, her cunt was still as tight as the proverbial 
drum. 

With his thumb he reached between her sucking cuntlips and felt for, finally 
finding her clitoris, feeling it wetly slip forward as the ball of his thumb 
massaged the extended bubble. Now he had his middle finger sinking to its 
entire length inside her, reaching ever deeper until it was in to the depth 
of his palm. Then, when he was certain his finger was securely lodged inside 
her, he added a second finger to the first. 

"Keep watching to movie, Karen," he told her. "I want you to especially 
notice the way she takes that cock between her lips, much the way you took 
the cigar between yours. Look at the way saliva is drooling from the corners 
of her mouth. Do you know why she's drooling that way? It's because his cock 
is so thick there's no room for anything else in her mouth." He was speaking 
slowly, deliberately, almost whispering into her ear, watching the effect 
his words were having on her. 

Karen stared, unable to believe any woman would suck a man's penis, yet 
there was the visual evidence, before her eyes. It was a real penis, too, 
not some kind of dildo. 

Long delicious minutes slowly passed, and Harry's moving fingers had churned 
the oils in her shuddering cunt into a virtual froth. The lovely girl in the 
movie continued sucking strongly on the tall man's thickly throbbing 
phallus, sometimes able to swallow her own saliva, and sometimes unable to 
do so, letting it dribble down the sides of her neck. The cock was sinking 
deeper and deeper into her mouth, and Karen realized the length of it was so 
enormous, that more than was able to fit into her mouth was going in, which 
meant only one thing: the redheaded woman was sucking the penile head and 
some of the shank into her throat. 

She watched the asscheeks of the tail man tighten and snap together as he 
pushed his cock as far into the other woman's throat as possible, her lips 
pressed right against the base of his pelvis. Then he began jerking and 
twitching, and Karen realized he was coming. Although the redhead continued 
sucking, she wasn't able to suck fast enough, and white semen began 
dribbling from the corners of her mouth. 

"Oh God!" Karen gasped, staring wide-eyed. She had never seen anything like 
this before, and she found it very stimulating. 

"Like it, Karen?" Harry asked. "Tell me, don't you wish you were sucking a 
big fat cock like that? Imagine having a big, hard penis, oozing lubrication 
and then firing semen. Do you know it's possible for you to come simply by 
rubbing the head of a cock into your throat. Look at the redhead and see the 
throes of ecstasy into which she has gone. You can enjoy the same thing, 
Karen. Think about it!" 

"Please!" Karen gasped. "Please ... Harry ... I can't watch anymore." Her 
mind was swimming and her brain was reeling and she knew she wouldn't be 
able to contain herself much longer. 

Karen covered her eyes with her two hands, afraid to look and she began 
panting heavily. She was betraying herself, letting the man know how much 
the sight of all this was getting to her. She had to somehow or other snap 
herself out of all this, or she would be totally lost, like Harry and Kathy. 

Her insistence on self-control was very short-lived, however. Before she 
realized exactly what was happening, she suddenly found herself flat on her 
back on the sofa with the happily beaming Harry Greco glowering over her, 
his face shining in the white light of the projector. He held his hand out 
to Kathy, and Kathy, seemingly knowing what he wanted, slapped something 
into it. 

"Ah, here it is, washed nice and clean after being buried in Kathy this 
morning," he said. 

Karen's hands were lying limply at her side at the moment, and she realized 
Harry was holding the dildo Kathy had brought. Lying down, looking straight 
up at it, she thought it looked even longer than she had remembered. It was 
gigantic, a plastic rubbery penis of immeasurable length and breadth with a 
grip at the end of it, and a vibrating switch. No, there was more than one 
switch. She hadn't noticed the other one, earlier. 

"Oh no ... no ... Harry, you aren't going to use that on me ... oh no ... 
please ... have a heart!" 

At this point she was convinced the man was totally insane, but did he have 
to try killing her with that instrument to prove it? Even if she had seen 
Kathy's vagina swallow up the full length of the monstrous instrument, she 
was convinced she would never be able to take such a length inside her own 
body. 

She stared, her eyes wide open, her mouth wanting to loudly scream as the 
giant plastic artificial penis came slowly forward. She felt its brutal size 
and strength teasing the tender opening of her quivering, shivering vagina. 

"Stop worrying," Harry assured her. "Kathy took it all, and you will, too. I 
made sure Kathy greased it extra-heavily for you. I don't want you to suffer 
pain." 

Karen lay there, feeling totally helpless in the power of that throbbing 
olisbos. Harry was once again about to get his way. 

The artificial penis came relentlessly forward, spreading the soft lips of 
her tender pussy, opening them wider and wider in a tight, but perfect 
circle as they automatically wrapped themselves around the dildo head. The 
gigantic organ continued to spread her soft cuntlips as the massive rubbery 
point continued burrowing deeper and deeper into her, aided by the oil with 
which Kathy had covered it, as well as her own oils, pouring out of her as 
she realized her body was throbbing with excitement. The interior walls of 
her tender vagina were being spread wide, and yet not quite as wide as when 
Harry had probed into her cunt with his own cock. 

With a smooth, wet sluicing sound, the solid penis-like piece of rubbery 
plastic slowly slid into the depths of her seething pussy, and the lips of 
her tender vagina stretched taut and white. They looked like rubber bands as 
they wrapped themselves around the artificial cock. Slowly the thick length 
of it began sliding in and out as Harry's hand continually manipulated the 
full length of the thick organ. 

The teasing voice of Harry Greco reached into her conscious mind, shattering 
the reverie the probing cock had already begun building in her as it 
continued sinking and sliding between her tender thighs. "You're going to 
love this almost as much as you like my cock," Harry said, laughing. "Almost 
as much!" 

She moaned and groaned aloud as the plastic penis continued slithering in 
and out of her tender pussy, seemingly fucking deeper and deeper into her 
each time it drove forward. She continued sighing and moaning as she 
realized that even though its texture was not quite the same as Harry's 
cock, it did feel good. She groaned again, her shuddering body wracked with 
a totally helpless feeling, seeing stars and begging him to slow down when 
she was able to speak between breaths. 

In answer to her pleading cries, Harry smiled and kept on increasing the 
depth and rhythm of the cadently fucking plastic instrument while, with his 
free hand, he began caressing her breasts, teasing and tickling her nipples. 
A tremendous growing sense of lewd licentiousness and thrilling pleasure 
combined deep inside her quivering, shuddering belly, rising to meet and 
mingle with the hesitation she had been feeling. Gone was the last vestige 
of her previously sheltered life. 

With a final thrusting jerk forward, the throbbing dildo plunged all the way 
home as she felt it press into the rear of her trembling vagina. Karen 
moaned a deep, low, gasping moan at the momentary driving pressure. Scores 
of stars, like multi-colored pin wheels of sparkling light danced in front 
of her face and she blinked her widely open eyes as she saw the huge, 
massive penis inside her, its realistic-looking shaft glistening with her 
heavy vaginal moisture, as well as with the remnants of the lubricant with 
which Kathy had covered it. Each time it retracted from her, the lips of her 
soft vagina peeled outward, moving with it, rolling back and revealing parts 
of her tender internal vaginal flesh as it did so. Then, once again, the 
huge, massive artificial cock would once again plunge right back into her, 
rolling ends of her chocolate-brown pubic curls with it. The tempo and the 
speed continued to increase, and Karen found herself unable to protest 
because she was fighting for her breath with each inward stroke. 

Her strength and inner resistance totally broke down as the heavy dildo 
began pumping in and out even more swiftly. Faster and faster it moved, 
longer than any real penis, though not quite as thick as Harry's, and Karen 
knew Harry would be able to keep this up all afternoon, unless his hand got 
tired. It was impossible to stop the organ or fight the feelings it was 
building in her, so she did the best thing she was able to do; she relaxed. 
She winced each time it sank home, feeling the heavy pressure of its length, 
also feeling an evil kind of enjoyment, a tactile, lascivious and devilish 
enjoyment as the artificial penis continued fucking into her, causing an 
animal sound to escape from the depths of her gasping throat. She moaned and 
whimpered, thrilled all over again. She stared with widely glazed eyes, 
watching the massive dildo continually slithering in and out of her 
obscenely stretched vagina, jerking the lower half of her body back and 
forth. Gasping for air, the helpless Karen was beginning to feel a wild 
pleasure completely beyond description. 

There was no soreness, no hurt, just pleasure, delightful pleasure, and she 
sighed with rapturous thrills. Except for the thickness of Harry's cock, the 
dildo felt better than anything she had ever known, though she had to admit 
the tongues of Harry and Kathy had also felt good against her vagina. 

She was trapped, helplessly, wonderfully trapped, and the throbbing, moving 
dildo drove solidly into her with such overpowering force that her full 
breasts leaped up and down lasciviously and his fingers, pulling on her 
nipples sent quivering thrills shooting through her aching loins where the 
huge phallus was preparing to slam itself into the seething depths of her 
cunt all over again. 

A loose, wanton smile formed on her wet lips, and she felt herself straining 
forward to accept the next long, inward stroke as Harry's hand holding the 
plastic penis increased its driving tempo. She felt thrillingly wild, 
drifting as if abandoned, a totally wanton and salacious woman able to 
thoroughly enjoy everything that was happening to her. She slammed her hot 
cunt back at the rubber penis and Harry smiled, gloating, knowing he had 
really brought out the animalistic desires in this woman. 

With his mouth next to Karen's ear, Harry softly whispered, "Are you really 
enjoying it, Karen? Tell me, I want to know." 

She softly moaned, sighing, then finally said, "Oh yes, yes, yes, do it some 
more!" 

"I'm glad you can appreciate what I'm doing for you," he said to her. 

Heavily perspiring, her teeth tightly gritting, her face lined and twisted 
with licentious desire, she gasped as the thrusting tempo increased and her 
eyes began rolling in her head and her mouth fell open. Low moans 
continually issued from the depths of her gasping throat. 

"Do you like this as much as you like my cock?" Harry asked, deliberately 
taunting her. 

Her mouth was hanging wide open, saliva falling from her lips and her head 
lolled from side to side as her mind continued whirling and spinning and she 
kept on gasping as the great false penis continued plunging into her. She 
felt her body shuddering and quivering in anticipation as she felt the 
orgasm starting to build inside her. 

"Answer me!" Harry insisted. 

She shook her head and said, "No ... uhhh ... Harry ... it's good, but not 
as good." 

"Not as good as what?" Harry asked, his voice a soft whisper she was barely 
able to hear. "Say it, Karen! I have to hear it! I have a big ego and it 
needs constant satisfying. Say it, honey." 

"Not as good as your cock," she gasped. 

"So you think I have a good cock, huh." 

"Yes!" she gasped. 

"Tell me about it." 

"Wonderful cock!" she gasped. "Wonderful, wonderful cock! Feels so good 
inside me, so hot, makes me feel so secure ... uuunnhh! Best thing in the 
world." 

"You'd better remember that in the future, when you start fucking with other 
men, honey. Harry Grecopoulous has the best cock in the whole world. Hell! 
I'm not only doing you a favor by helping you with the work in the office, 
but I'm doing you a favor by fucking you." 

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped. 

"Do you want my cock?" he asked. 

"Oh yes!" she nodded. 

"Well you're going to get it," he told her, and while one hand continued 
pushing the dildo in and out of her seething vagina, he gripped her hair 
with his other hand and forced her open mouth down, down, down until it slid 
right over his thickly throbbing cock. 

The orgasm blasted straight through the shuddering woman and she gagged out, 
"UUUURRRRCCCCHHHHGGGGUUUUMMMMPHHH ... AAAAUUUUWWWWKKK ... 
CCCHHHGGGLLLPHHHNNNGGGHHH!" 

Harry had intended making it a long, slow blowjob, but the enjoyment of all 
this was too much for him, and the moment her lips surrounded his penile 
head, he shouted, "EEEEYYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ... 
AAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!" 

He began firing small gouts of sperm his body was manufacturing into her 
mouth, and without realizing what she was doing, Karen hungrily swallowed it 
all. Then she simply fainted with the cock still in her mouth. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Kathy was amazed at the stamina shown by Harry. He had climaxed four times 
in two days, twice this day alone, and after some rest he always seemed as 
good as new. True, he needed a little more rest between forays each time, 
but he always seemed to bounce back as strong as ever. Following what he did 
with Karen during the movie, he rested the balance of the afternoon. 

That evening, Kathy did the cooking. She made beefsteaks for all, and 
finding some vitamins in one of the kitchen cabinets, she gave Harry a 
handful, taking a few herself. 

Karen, who had been worn to a frazzle her first night with Harry, now seemed 
to thrive on sex. The more she got, the stronger she seemed to become. 

Harry had said something about her having some kind of oral orgasm, but he 
had come so quickly in her mouth, all she'd had was the vaginal orgasm 
produced by the dildo. She was curious if it was really possible for a woman 
to climax simply from sucking a man's cock, and she spoke to Kathy about it. 

"Sure it's possible," Kathy told her. "The first night I came here, while 
you were asleep on the bed, Harry had me go down on him, and while he was 
shooting down my throat, I came. Those oral climaxes are just as strong as 
the vaginal kind. They radiate throughout the whole body, but they start in 
the throat rather than the vagina. Hell! You don't need a real cock to have 
one. You can do it with the dildo, if you have a mind to." 

"Uhhhhh ... no, no, I'd rather not," Karen told her. "You know, if Harry 
tries to go back on his word after this, I'll castrate him with a rusty 
razor." 

"Don't worry," Kathy assured her. "He'll keep his word." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"We might have a little trouble," Harry said to the two girls. 

"What's the matter?" they asked. 

They were sitting in the living room wearing bathrobes, and Harry had gotten 
dressed and had gone out for awhile. He had just returned, and it was 
starting to get dark out. 

"It's Ed Lancer." 

"Ed, from the office?" Kathy asked. 

"Yeah, I saw him nosing around outside. For the life of me I can't figure 
out what he's doing here, but he's here, and he's been trying to peek into 
the house to see what's going on." 

"He must have seen Karen following you home, the way I did," Kathy told him. 
"You know, I can kind of get rid of him, but if I do, I want your help in 
becoming a processor." 

"What do you have in mind?" Harry asked. 

"You have a closed-in backyard, surrounded by hedges," Kathy told him. "None 
of your neighbors can peek in there, but from the top of the house, the 
attic window, you can look down into the yard and see just about everything, 
right?" 

"Right," Harry nodded. 

"Well, if I have your word that you'll back me in becoming a processor, I'll 
seduce Ed. Hell! With me here, it'll never occur to him Karen is also here." 

What Kathy also didn't say was, with her seducing Ed Lancer, she would also 
get Ed's backing for the job of processor. However both Harry and Karen 
wanted to prevent Ed from finding out that Karen was there. Otherwise Ed 
might have some kind of hold over the two of them. 

"You have a deal," Harry told her. 

Putting on some clothing, Kathy sneaked out the back door and Harry and 
Karen went up to Harry's attic. There was a little attic window overlooking 
the backyard, just wide enough for the two of them to look out together 
without being seen by anyone outside. Harry had the foresight to turn on all 
the floodlights in the backyard before going upstairs. 

Harry opened the window a little so the two of them would be able to hear 
what was going on. A few minutes later, they heard the gate opening and 
closing, and both Kathy and Ed were in the yard. 

"I'm telling you," Kathy was saying, "I was here earlier, and Harry was all 
alone. I only came back to ask him about some work I forgot to mention 
earlier, especially since the quarterly audit is coming up." 

"Yeah, well Harry never has anything to worry about when it comes to the 
audits," Ed was saying. "It's Karen who has to sweat. If she stays as far 
behind as she is now, I might have to talk to O'Dwyer about firing her." 

Karen shuddered, realizing her worst fears were coming true. She needed 
Harry's help more than ever, now. 

"So why should you care if Karen is here or not?" Kathy asked. 

"Well," the long, lanky, almost emaciated Ed replied, running fingers 
through his stringy brown hair, then stroking his angular jaw, "let's just 
say it galls me that she should go to Harry for help instead of putting out 
for me, first. If she gave me some action, I would've found a way to help 
her." 

"Oh come on, Ed," Kathy teased. "If you want action you don't have to go to 
a Miss Purity like Karen. There are lots of other women more than willing to 
do things with a nice-looking guy like you." 

"Yeah," Ed said. "Well name one." 

"Me, for instance," she said, sitting down on the fresh spring grass, 
drawing her knees up to her chest and clasping her arms around them. 

"She's a real champion when it comes to seduction," Harry whispered to 
Karen. "One of the things I like about you is your air of innocence. I hope 
you never change." 

"Why are you coming after me?" Ed asked. "I'll bet a girl like you get's all 
the action she wants. Hell! You're good looking. No man in his right mind 
would have trouble raising an erection for you." 

"Do you think you'll have any trouble?" Kathy asked, teasing. 

"Well we can go somewhere ..." 

"Here ... now!" Kathy insisted, patting the grass beside her. "I got no 
answer when I rang Harry's doorbell a few minutes ago. He told me he was 
going out for the evening. This being the case, we'll be all alone here, and 
it's a nice night. Come on, Ed." 

"You asked for it," he said, sitting beside her. 

Kathy lay back, looking directly at the attic window as if able to see the 
expressions on the faces of the two onlookers. The air was filled with the 
smell of honeysuckle and roses, and the blonde was feeling daring. 

Reaching up, she cupped the back of Ed's head with one hand and drew him 
down to her moistly parted lips. He kissed her, poking at her tongue with 
his, and he quivered at he realized she had reached over and was rubbing his 
crotch with her other hand. His cock swelled, getting as hard as it was able 
to as her fingers tightly squeezed it. 

Kathy's mouth tasted sweet and fresh to Ed. She'd had the foresight to take 
some mints from a small dish in Harry's living room, and now Ed's tongue was 
active in her mouth. He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the fact that she 
hadn't bothered slipping on her brassiere. He began fumbling with her rose 
budded nipples. When he touched one of them she moaned and rubbed his thick 
cock a bit harder, now starting to fumble with his zipper so she was able to 
free his cock. 

Ed took his hungering mouth from hers so he was able to lower his head and 
swirl his tongue around the sweet circumference of her right nipple while 
his hand continually rubbed the other swollen breast. Kathy arched her back 
upward as if compelled by the movement of his tongue and lips. He sucked on 
her nipple with surprising expertise as Kathy continued tugging at his cock, 
getting it rock-hard. Then he moved his mouth to the other nipple, giving it 
equal oral adoration. 

Pleasure and excitement continued seeping into her body, and Kathy smiled 
silently to herself, inwardly congratulating herself for thinking to seduce 
Ed. Between him and Harry, she was going to go a long way at Parasol 
Insurance. 

Ed took a long time with her rounded breasts, covering them again and again 
with wet, tonguey kisses. At the same time he put a hand on her pussy, 
wanting to feel it getting nice and moist. 

Harry cursed inwardly. He was sorry he hadn't brought a camera with him. 
Pictures like these would have made great leverage if and when he ever 
needed it. 

Getting Kathy's cunt wet seemed to be the easiest thing in the world. All Ed 
had to do was touch her between her thighs. The lovely blonde moaned and her 
vagina filled with lubrication. She began unbuttoning Ed's shirt and teased 
his muscular chest with her fingertips. His hard, sculptured body excited 
her almost as much as his penis. 

"You've got breasts too," she said, admiring the solidity of his pectoral 
muscles. 

"Not exactly," Ed said, reddening. 

Ed got to his feet and hurriedly took off his clothing, putting everything 
on a lawn chair in a heap. At the same time Kathy wriggled out of her own 
clothing. The way she was lying, with her slender legs slightly bent at the 
knees, and her arms folded across her belly made her look like a Greek 
statue of Venus that ought to have been standing. 

The line of her lovely body were a series of swooping curves, delicately 
retreating from her breasts and curving down to a narrow waist. Her hips 
flared slightly into perfectly tapered legs, and her soft pussy was a lovely 
little nest of curly, golden hairs. They glistened in the floodlights. 

"Like what you see?" she asked. 

"What do you think?" Ed asked, almost leering. 

"I think we're going to fuck like bunny rabbits." 

"Nothing like a real woman who knows what she wants," Ed said. 

"My vagina is available any time, Ed, provided the right cock is looking for 
it." 

"How about that sweet mouth of yours?" 

"Why I thought you'd never ask," she said, impishly, 

Getting up onto her knees, she leaned over Ed's body and held onto his 
thighs with her hand while lightly drawing circles and lines with the tip of 
her tongue all over his flesh. Then she moved her head upward, sticking her 
tongue out as far as possible, allowing herself to trace the length of the 
urethra in the underside of his cock from the base to the head. 

Kathy began tonguing the head until it glistened brightly, shining in the 
brilliance of the yellow lights. Opening her mouth she took his penis into 
the warm, dark cavern, slowly moving forward, her jaw muscles tightening and 
straining. She used her teeth expertly, applying just the right amount of 
pressure. 

Harry, staring down, felt his own cock getting hard. He would have made 
Karen go down on him, but she was so enthralled, watching what was 
happening, he figured if she saw how happily Kathy sucked Ed's cock, when he 
made her go down on him again, she would do it with no qualms whatsoever, 
and he wouldn't have to build up to it as he had with the movie. 

Kathy's nostrils widely flared as she moved her face faster and faster, her 
fingernails digging into his thighs. Then she took his throbbing cock out of 
her mouth and covered it with puckering kisses, moving her lips down to his 
testicles. She licked them all over, then sucked them, one at a time, into 
her mouth, feeling thrilled at his prickly pelvic hairs touching her cheeks. 

"You really don't hold back, do you," Ed said. 

"Bend over and I'll show you just how far I'm willing to go," she said to 
him, running her tongue across her lips. 

Ed did exactly as she told him, pointing his buttocks in her direction, 
resting his hands on his knees, and lowering his face almost to the ground. 
Kathy moved behind him and began widely spreading the cheeks of his ass. She 
leaned forward with her tongue extended, and slowly rimmed his asshole at 
the edges. 

Ed gasped and panted as he felt the beautiful blonde suddenly mash her lips 
solidly against him, forcing the tip of her tongue against his sphincter. 
She wiggled it around inside him while her lips continued sucking his anal 
edges. 

The blonde held him in that embrace for the longest time, at the same time 
allowing the excitement to build in her body. Her vagina was already 
quivering strongly as she finally leaned back, panting heavily. 

"How was that?" she asked, lying down on the ground and widely spreading her 
thighs apart. One of her hands went down to her vagina, and her middle 
finger plunged into her wet slit. 

"It'll do!" Ed gasped, and Harry wished he'd known how orally talented she 
was, earlier. 

As Ed let himself stretch out between her lovely thighs with his tongue 
kissing her loins, a small breeze suddenly made the surrounding bushes 
rustle a little, and Harry made up his mind when this was over, he was going 
to give Karen another fucking to within an inch of her life. 

"You're a guy who seems to want just about everything," Kathy laughed as Ed 
continued playing with her soft pussy, gently pinching the pink folds. 

"By the time I get through with you," Ed told her, "you're going to be one 
very satisfied little girl." 

"Oh? I hope you can prove what you say and it isn't a lot of hot air." 

Ed pushed his hands under the rounded bowls of the lovely girl's buttocks 
and hoisted her up, just a little. Then he began kissing her, running his 
tongue up and down the tenderness of her coral slit, tasting her, and all 
the while smelling the sweetness of her tender thighs and vaginal opening. 
She had washed her cunt just before coming out, and so there was no sign of 
Harry in it. Her small hands were very soft, and as she began writhing 
around and around, he found her clitoris and he began hungrily sucking on 
it. 

Desire and pleasure began to eagerly flash through her quivering body. 
Kathy's hands dug into the soft grass as she began screwing her pelvis 
around and around and around, her body automatically responding to Ed's 
delving, probing tongue. He continued lapping at her, getting her seething 
vagina hotter and hotter. Kathy shut her eyes and allowed the excitement to 
tingle through her and make her want more and more and more. 

His biting teeth provided delicious pleasure-pain as they grated against the 
tasty softness of her seething pink mound. She moaned, feeling herself 
already reaching a crisis. 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... suck ... suck ... suck ..." she gasped.. 

So Ed continued hungrily lapping and sucking. He tried drawing her juices 
out of her canal with his delving tongue and when that failed, he pursed his 
lips and sucked them from her as one might pull the liquid from a cut peach. 
Kathy's soft pelvis continued slamming against his face as she felt the 
inner cream continuing to ooze from her inner recesses, flowing from her 
seething pussy and running directly into the wide-open mouth Ed was pressing 
to her pink oriel. 

His hands continued gripping her ass tightly as she bucked wildly, her full 
breasts rolling from one side of her chest to the other. 

"YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, shuddering 
uncontrollably as the first climax swept completely across her. Then her 
orgasm slowly subsided, leaving a residue of warm, glowing satisfaction 
inside her coupled with the need for more pleasure to come. 

Ed continued hungrily nibbling very gently at the tender folds of her pussy, 
the taste of her oils thick in his mouth. His cheeks, eyelids and forehead 
glistened where they had been smeared with heavy doses of her lubricity. 
Then he lowered her buttocks to the grass and took his head away, licking 
his lips. 

"How about a little fuckee-wuckee," he said. 

"Bet you can't fuck me in every hole I've got," Kathy said to him. 

"Bet I can, you hot little bitch," he laughed as he stretched his lanky 
frame out beside her. 

"I can take anything you can dish out, Ed. I'm not one of those fragile 
females who falls apart." 

"Roll over then, and I'll give you some cock in the ass." 

"Fine! I love it there!" 

"Well baby, that's just where you're going to get it." 

Watching, Harry's eyes narrowed. He hadn't even thought about fucking Karen 
in the ass. But hell, it sure was one terrific idea, and he was going to be 
more than happy to bugger her. But later, not now. Let her see Kathy do it 
and realize it was possible. 

Kathy lay on her side, her knees tucked up against her breasts in a fetal 
position. Lying behind her, Ed spread her asscheeks apart and placed the tip 
of his throbbing cock against her tiny asshole. 

Karen stared, certain Kathy was going to start screaming and shrieking at 
any moment. Surely no woman was able to take something as thick as a penis 
in her rectum. Hell! Even if Ed Lancer's penis wasn't quite as thick as 
Harry's, it was still thick enough, and it was just about as long as 
Harry's. Why he would rip the poor woman apart inside. 

Ed lay there and slowly began pushing in. He felt her asshole automatically 
resist him at first, making it difficult for him, pulling the skin on the 
head of this throbbing cock back so tightly, it hurt. At this point Ed 
Lancer was not a man to be easily discouraged so he pushed harder, and soon 
his penis was slowly worming its way into the tightness of her rectal 
cavity. Kathy knew enough to totally relax, not stopping until his pubic 
hairs were tickling her asscheeks. Then she tightened her anal grip, 
breathing heavily and moving her buttocks around a little. 

"Jesus!" she gasped. "That's so big!" 

"Would you prefer a peanut?" Ed asked. 

"How about a banana," she laughed. 

Ed's only reply was to rear back, pause for a moment, and then drive his 
cock into her rear tunnel as hard as he was able. Following the initial 
thrust he settled down into a comfortable rhythm, swinging his ass back and 
forth, back and forth. 

Her asshole tightly clutched and grabbed at his throbbing cock as the 
massive organ continued sawing in and out of her body. Kathy's entire torso 
trembled every time the thick penis penetrated her anal opening, slapping 
his balls against the cheeks of her ass. He held onto her hips and breathed 
evenly and deeply. 

Little by little Ed Lancer began picking up speed. For leverage, he reached 
around her body with both hands and tightly gripped her two breasts, pulling 
her back. He nuzzled his face into the luxurious waves of her soft hair and 
deeply breathed in the perfume she was wearing. Her neck was a soft, silken 
curve that he was able to kiss up and down while his hands continued pulling 
and massaging her two breasts. 

Kathy shut her eyes again, concentrating only on the pleasure which was 
rapidly and abundantly building in her body. She knew if he kept moving his 
cock in and out of her ass long enough, she would climax again. He was 
arousing her all the more by jabbing the tip of his tongue into her ear. It 
was the same tongue that had licked her cunt, and the knowledge made Kathy 
gasp and shudder all the more. 

"Look at her," Harry whispered to Karen, squeezing the brown-haired girl's 
breasts through her robe. "She's going to come with a cock in her ass." 

"Is it possible?" Karen gasped, rubbing her breasts against Harry's 
squeezing palms. 

"You'd better believe it," Harry told her. 

Kathy was thrilled and excited. She loved all kinds of fucking, but it had 
been some time since she had been ass-fucked. She managed to move her 
buttocks back and forth a bit, trying hard to feel as much cock in her body 
as possible. 

Ed took his hands from her breasts and pressed them flatly against her 
pelvis and her vagina. The middle finger of his right hand slipped between 
the soft, fleshy layers of womanly lips, delving into her feminine canal. 
His thumb found her clitoris and he began teasing it by rubbing the edge of 
his thumbnail against it. The little nub flared and erected. 

"Can you come this way?" he asked. 

"Yes, yes, I think so," she nodded. 

Then the long, lanky man began driving his finger deeper and deeper into her 
shuddering body, while at the same time his cock continued piercing the 
narrowness of her anal channel, driving deeper and deeper. Kathy wriggled 
and squirmed, her panting breath coming in desperate gasps as she got closer 
and closer to her second climax. 

Ed continued banging his body into hers, using his cock in her asshole and 
his finger in her vagina in tandem. He began creating an unbearable pressure 
in the lovely woman's breast. Now he put on a burst of speed, hoping it 
would be enough to carry Kathy over the edge. 

He constantly slammed his body into hers, making her shudder and quiver, and 
then she came again, gasping, "HHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ... 
AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHUUUNNGG ... HHAAAAGGGHHHH!" into the open night air. To 
Kathy it felt like stars bursting in her body as relief and gratification 
sped to every part of her quivering self. She felt elevated, almost airborne 
as she was carried upward. Her creaming pussy convulsed and splashed oil all 
over his hand as he continued jabbing his finger in and out of her. Then he 
began pulling at the sides of her vaginal tunnel, reaming her out again and 
again, adding to the intensity of her orgasm. As far as Kathy was concerned, 
this trip to Harry's house was well worth everything. 

Kathy heavily overflowed as heated juices began streaming from the depths of 
her vagina, running into the crevice between her buttocks, leaving all kinds 
of liquid trails behind. Though she was more than satisfied with the cock in 
her asshole, her cunt was in dire need of a penis. So far, she had sucked 
Harry off, had been licked to orgasm by Karen, and had been dildoed by 
herself. Now it was time for the real thing. 

She licked tiny droplets of perspiration from her upper lip as Ed finally 
took his hand off her vagina and gripped her two breasts, holding the upper 
part of her back firmly against his chest. The pressure of his palms on her 
nipples kept Kathy at a high level of excitement in spite of already having 
had two climaxes. 

"You like everything, don't you," Ed stated, not really expecting the 
beautiful blonde to reply. 

Kathy barely heard him at this point. All she was thinking about was the 
cock that had probed deeply into her tight asshole and the wonderful way she 
was feeling because of it. Ed might not have been built as thick as Harry, 
but his enthusiasm really had her charged up. It had her shuddering, because 
Harry was such a snide son of a bitch, taking everything in stride. Hell! If 
she'd had any brains, she would have gone to Ed Lancer immediately, even 
though it meant going over Harry's head. Besides, that sneering rat was 
paying much more attention to Karen than to her, even though she had 
demonstrated her greater willingness. 

What the hell! Getting angry at this point wasn't going to do anyone any 
good. She was getting all the cock she was able to handle, at least for the 
moment. She had been aware of every inch of it as it had passed into and out 
of the tightness of her asshole. It was still in her asshole, she realized, 
feeling only the head inside for the moment, and then the whole length. Ed 
was moving slowly, giving her body a chance to recover from what it was 
feeling, and she thrilled to the way Ed's hands moved over her body again 
and again. He touched every part of her body he was able to reach, and the 
texture of her skin had a remarkably smooth consistency to it. Kathy smiled. 
The grass tickled her flesh, and the earth beneath her smelled clean and 
good, and Ed's cock, still rummaging in and out of her rectum, was once 
again getting her hotter and hotter. 

Ed apparently had some kind of thought, a touch of inspiration as it were. 
He somehow managed to move the arm under her body so that his hand was 
touching the round smoothness of her shoulder. Then, with a single, sudden 
movement, he yanked her solidly back toward him, and at the same time he 
rolled over onto his back so that when the motion was completed, Kathy lay 
on top of him, her ass still skewered by his length of cock. 

He wasn't able to move the prick in and out any longer, but he was able to 
move his pelvis forward and back a little. The weight of the lovely girl's 
body on top of him was negligible, and he barely noticed it. 

"Anh ... anh ... anh ..." she moaned. 

The lovely blonde was like a helpless marionette without strings. Her head 
continually lolled from one side to the other, her arms hung limply and 
stretched out perpendicularly to her body and her legs spread wide apart. Ed 
gripped her breasts tightly and held tightly onto them, waiting for her 
reaction. 

When he found she wasn't moving, he removed his hands from her swollen 
breasts and tightly gripped her rounded hips. His biceps bulged as he lifted 
her rounded asscheeks up and held her up. He began spearing his cock into 
her, now able to move his body up and down a little. Kathy began wriggling, 
suddenly coming vibrantly to life, her body awakened by the driving length 
of cock which threatened to split her in two. 

The taut muscles in Ed Lancer's arms, neck, and shoulders stood out very 
clearly as he continued fucking her ass. Never before had Kathy gotten such 
a complete treatment, and she had to admit, that even if Ed's cock was 
smaller than Harry's, he was a superior lover. From now on she would be 
giving a lot of her free time to him. He was a bachelor, which made it even 
better. What he was giving her now was a lesson in straight, uninhibited 
fucking she would never forget. 

Sensation continued building up in her inner womanly recesses as her vaginal 
tunnel begged for something to fill it. Kathy continued whipping her head 
from side to side, her short blonde hair flying every which way, her neck 
muscles swelling and her breasts quivering and shaking. Her body curved 
downward now, her crotch being the center. It was as if Ed as offering her 
tight, fuzzy pussy to the gods as some kind of sacrifice. He was starting to 
pant, tiring of the motion. He lunged upward at the same moment that his 
tired hands let go of her and the full length of his cock once again went 
into the squeezing tightness of her rectum. When the rim of her asshole 
pressed against his wrinkled scrotum, she had her third orgasm. 

"GGGGGHHHHHAA ... AANNNGGGGGGHHHHUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHAANGGHHH!" she coughed as 
sensation after sensation continued bolting through her shuddering body 
while lubrication poured from her vagina in thick, overwhelming gushes. She 
lay back on him now, arching her body, and Ed simply lay quietly beneath 
her, his hands still firmly cupping her breasts. Only the moving fingers on 
her mammaries made her aware that Ed had yet to come. 

In the otherwise quiet backyard, the sound of the lovely blonde's panting 
was magnified, and Ed Lancer hoped Harry Greco wouldn't suddenly decide to 
come home. He also hoped there were no robbers about who might even now be 
watching them. 

Kathy's body was squeezing and convulsing as more of her womanly oils flowed 
from the sodden depths of her shuddering canal. Her vaginal hair was sopping 
wet and shining in the yellow of the bright lights, and she felt even more 
heavy juices gushing out of her when the gasping Ed continued pinching her 
nipples as she lay on top of him. 

"Jesus!" she gasped. "I can't believe any one man is capable of holding out 
for so long." 

"How's the puss feel?" 

"It's hot, Ed. In fact, it's never been hotter." 

"Okay, then suppose I feed the kitty," he said to her as he rolled her off 
him onto the grass and tugged his still-stiff cock from her asshole. 

Kathy lay on her back and anxiously spread her legs, preparing to receive 
that nice cock of his in the tunnel where it really belonged. 

"Come on," she invited. "Fill me up with that sweet organ of yours and 
really make me feel good inside, huh." 

"That's what the cock is for," he assured her. 

"No guy should be able to fuck as well as you can," she said to him. 

"It's something I had to work at to learn to do well," he told her. "But I 
don't get enough of a chance to prove my abilities." 

"Well," Kathy said to him, "we'll just have to give you more of a chance in 
the future." 

Kathy reached down and guided the head of his cock to the entrance of her 
seething vagina and raised her legs high in the air. Up above, in the attic, 
Harry was now plugged into Karen's cunt from the rear, looking at the 
tableau below over her shoulder as he fucked her. He had to admit, watching 
someone else fuck while fucking this sweet little piece of ass made 
everything that much more thrilling for him. 

Ed Lancer slowly eased his cock into Kathy's tight tunnel. The pretty blonde 
girl sucked in her breath sharply as she felt cock everywhere. It was a 
perfect fit. 

The large, bulbous tip of his penis spread apart the walls of her vaginal 
canal. The upper part of his penis rubbed against her clitoris for an 
instant before sinking all the way into her, and then his pubic hair 
massaged the red little button, stimulating it to flaming excitement. Kathy 
tightly wrapped her full thighs around the man's slender waist as he started 
pushing his thick prick in and out of her. 

Ed's buttocks rose and fell swiftly as he buried the full length of his cock 
into Kathy with each forward thrust. Christ! 

Kathy banged her pelvis upward, doing her best to extract the maximum amount 
of pleasure from the pressure of his hard cock delving into her vagina. The 
entire length of her vaginal interior was being delightfully drubbed by his 
cock. 

Ed's heavy balls continued slapping against her perineum as he continued 
lunging his full length in and out of her. He dug his toes into the grass 
and lifted himself up, supporting himself on the palms of his hands and the 
soles of his feet. His stomach muscles were taut and rigid, looking much 
like the ribs of an old-fashioned washboard as he separated his chest from 
hers. 

By lifting himself up, he found he was able to penetrate even more deeply 
into Kathy. Many a game has been won or lost because of a matter of a 
fraction of an inch. As far as Kathy was concerned, the last fraction of an 
inch that Ed punched into her seemed to make all the difference in the 
world. 

Pinpricks of seething pleasure continually accentuated the lovely lady's 
pleasure. She caressed her breasts, adding another dimension to what she was 
already experiencing. Looking down between her legs, she saw the glistening 
length of cock as it withdrew, continually moving, exiting, then re-entering 
her body, bringing with it a myriad of sensations. 

Kathy ran her hands up Ed Lancer's arms, reaching for his shoulders and 
keeping them there. She slowly moved her head from side to side. 

"UUUYYYUUUNNN ... AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHUUNNGGHHH!" she gasped. "MY GOD! I'M 
COMINNNNNG AGAINNNNN ... UUUNNNHHH!" 

Ed Lancer was amazed at the woman's capacity to reach so many climaxes in so 
many ways. Hell! She was the kind of pussy with which he ought to be able to 
amuse himself for a long time to come. All he had to do was see to it she 
advanced a little in the company, making sure she stayed beneath him at all 
times, and then he would be able to keep her physically beneath him at all 
times. He knew she would be putting out for others in the meantime, but he 
wasn't looking for a permanent relationship. He just needed someone to 
occasionally take away the loneliness. 

Now he began putting on a sudden burst of speed, slapping the full length of 
his throbbing cock into her as hard and as fast as he was able to move. The 
lovely girl felt as if she were spiraling upward as her vagina dilated and 
her vulva contracted, tightly squeezing Ed's cock all the harder. The 
pressure and the added fluids coming from her vagina built a lather in her 
tunnel that came out and washed over his balls and pelvis as she continued 
overflowing, streaking her asscheeks with the hot, sticky lines of colorless 
fluid. 

She closed her eyes now so nothing would distract her from enjoying herself. 
Ed continually grunted, then slowed down a little. Then he moved his 
buttocks to the side and changed the angle of his penetration so the tip of 
his penis was rubbing against another wall of her seething cunt, far back in 
the secret, innermost recesses of her squeezing pussy. 

Pleasure built upon pleasure as one climax after another continued 
shuddering through Kathy's body, and her energy slowly drained out of her. 

Ed now let himself down and lay on top of her, feeling the buttons of her 
delectable nipples rubbing into his own body. He mashed his hungry mouth 
against hers, and Kathy's tongue speared out and eagerly and anxiously 
caught his. She dueled with him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, 
crushing him all the more firmly against her. 

Ed's driving cock kept up a steady tattoo in the depths of the sweet 
blonde's shuddering pussy. Her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving behind a 
feeling of thrilling exciting security she had never before known with any 
one man, and the feeling was reinforced every time Ed sent his fleshy spear 
hurtling into her tunnel. 

Kathy, exalted delightfully in the pleasure she was feeling, taking 
everything the man had to give her, eager for more, willing to do anything 
and everything to increase her enjoyment, fucked back wildly. She pulled her 
lips from his and panted, breathing heavily as she sucked in air. Now Ed 
rolled over so they were once again lying on their sides, only this time 
facing one another. 

Kathy draped her leg across Ed's waist as the long, lanky man reached around 
with his finger and slowly buried it in the depths of the asshole his cock 
had only recently plundered. She felt his thick penis continuing to move in 
and out of her shuddering cunt, stretching her flesh as his finger continued 
inflaming her asshole with burning pleasure. 

Ed's balls were starting to stir in their protective sac. He wasn't wearing 
any kind of condom, and he had no idea what Kathy might use for protection, 
so he didn't want to risk coming in her vagina. Kathy didn't give it a 
thought, herself, and continued banging into him, her excitement intense and 
deep. Pleasure prevailed and the lovely girl was its willing servant and 
slave. 

"I ... uhhh ... want to come in your mouth ..." he gasped. 

"Yes," she panted. "The way you've made me feel tonight, you can come 
anywhere in or on me." 

Ed smiled. In his own gentle way he had completely dominated this blonde 
girl. He pulled both, his cock and his finger out of her. The head of his 
penis was still dripping with the beautiful blonde's heavy lubrication. His 
inner thighs and balls were lathered with her thick juices. She lay there on 
her back, her thighs still spread, her vagina electrically alive. He 
straddled her, sitting on her breasts, his crotch hovering over her face. 

"Clean me off, first," he insisted. "Lick my thighs and my balls." 

As if Kathy had to be told to do such a thing. Her little pink tongue snaked 
out and she ran it all over his testicles, thrilling as she tasted her own 
fluids on his flesh. When she had lapped his balls until there wasn't a 
trace of oil left, she slowly ran her tongue up the length of his penis, 
taking her time, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing. 

Ed watched as the blonde girl made all kinds of little whimpering sounds, 
her hands resting on his thighs. Her tongue was lingering on the head of his 
throbbing cock. She paused occasionally to swallow, admitting to herself she 
liked the way his flesh tasted. 

Then she licked the full length of his prick up and down, covering it with 
kisses. Ed moved back a little and took the penis away from her. Gripping 
his hard cock at its hairy base, he slowly drew the head across her pretty 
pink lips, teasing her, as if knowing exactly what it was Kathy liked. 

When he thought the blonde girl was ready, he pressed forward and down, his 
penis slowly disappearing into her mouth. It moved deeper and deeper, and 
when it got to her throat, it kept moving, sliding past the ring of her 
gullet into her pharynx. Kathy wiggled around in her excitement, well aware 
of what his cock was doing in her mouth. It was there to ejaculate, to give 
her the final taste of him. 

He began fucking her lovely mouth slowly, carefully, plunging in deeply 
every time, the head of his penis digging into the back of her throat again 
and again. Kathy tightly squeezed the organ with her lips. Her hands 
caressed his testicles as she did her best to make the man reach his own 
satisfaction. 

Ed shut his eyes and held himself in check as long as he was able to do so. 
Then he felt his balls suddenly go numb and he squirted into her, bellowing, 
"EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNN ... GGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUUGGGHHHH!" 

His bellows drowned out the gasps coming from the attic as Harry fired 
almost no liquid at all into Karen's cunt while the both of them reached 
their own orgasmic peaks. 

Kathy drank and drank, somehow managing to swallow all of the sperm Ed was 
unleashing, and when it was all over, she rolled off him and lay there while 
Ed got up and dressed. 

"Can I take you home?" he asked. 

"No," she said. "You go ahead. I have my own car here." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was Sunday morning, and Harry, Karen, and Kathy all slept late. Their 
activities of the previous day had drained a lot of their strength and they 
were recuperating. It wasn't until eleven-o'clock that they stirred and each 
took a turn in the bathroom enjoying a long, hot shower. 

Karen was the last one in and out of the bathroom, and when she emerged, 
wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her, Harry and Kathy, both naked, 
were talking. 

"Yes, I did have a ball last night," Kathy was telling him. "As far as I'm 
concerned, he's just as good at fucking as you." 

"No one's as good as I am," Harry insisted. 

They went into the kitchen and whipped up a quick breakfast with Kathy and 
Harry arguing the entire time. It was when breakfast was over that Kathy 
said, "Hell! You keep thinking you're the best thing with a cock. Well to 
tell you the truth, Harry, I think if I had a cock I'd be one helluva lot 
better than you." 

"Bullshit!" Harry snapped. "You're full of hot air." 

"What we need is the opinion of a third party," Kathy said. Turning to 
Karen, she asked, "What do you think?" 

"How would I know something like that?" Karen asked, shrugging, knowing no 
matter what answer she gave she would offend someone. 

"Well I know a way of finding out," Kathy insisted. 

"Really?" Harry asked. "Just how do you intend doing that?" 

"Come into the bedroom," Kathy insisted. 

The other two followed the blonde girl inside, and they watched as she took 
out the dildo and detached the penile section of it from the vibrator. She 
reached into the box in which the dildo had come and took out a leather 
strap with a loop in the middle. Kathy fitted the base of the dildo through 
the loop, and then tied the strap around her buttocks very securely, so that 
it looked as if she had a penis protruding from her pelvis. 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" Karen asked, shuddering and suddenly very 
apprehensive. Harry pulled the towel from her body. 

"I'm going to fuck you," Kathy said, shrugging. 

When she saw the blonde girl moving toward her, her eyes widened in horror. 
It had been one thing to indulge in all the lesbianic games, but what did 
Kathy know about using a penis. She had no idea how hard or gentle to 
thrust, and she might cause some damage in her body. She opened her mouth to 
cry out, but no sound came out. 

Turning to Harry, she hoped he might stop this, but there was a wide leer on 
Harry's face, and his eyes. This was ridiculous, Kathy wanted to play the 
part of a man and was actually looking at her as a man might look at a 
woman. Her hands reached out and touched the trembling body of Karen, and a 
moment later Kathy was pulling Karen onto the bed, lying beside her, kissing 
her like a man. 

Kathy's warm, wet mouth clamped solidly against Karen's lips as the blonde 
pushed the helpless brunette backward, making her sprawl clumsily on her 
back. Panic forced its way into her fogged mind and she quivered feeling a 
terrible sense of unreality deeply permeate her trembling, disbelieving, 
shell-shocked consciousness. This was unbelievable. It simply wasn't really 
happening to her. The lust-crazed person trying to overpower her was a woman 
who intended acting the part of a lover. This was so ludicrous it was almost 
funny. 

She turned her eyes once again in mute appeal toward Harry, pleading, 
begging, hoping he would somehow find it in his heart to help her, but Harry 
was enjoying himself just watching. As far as he was concerned there was 
nothing strange or frightening happening to the young girl. It was merely a 
question of letting Karen settle the mild dispute between Kathy and himself. 

She was aware of her fearfully quivering, trembling thighs being pulled 
forcefully apart, and then there was that sensual impact of a probing hand 
rubbing against her tender flesh. In spite of her revulsion, Karen suddenly 
felt a thrill of familiar excitement coursing through her at the 
licentiously lewd and obscene contact. Had Kathy been doing this as a woman 
making love to a woman she would have been able to accept it that much more 
easily. The blonde had already begun a gentle stroking of her softly 
throbbing, tenderly moist vaginal lips, and involuntarily the beautiful 
Karen found herself willingly opening her trembling thighs to give the man 
that much easier access to her hungering vagina. 

"Looks to me as if she's ready right now," the staring Harry called out 
excitedly, his anxious eyes solidly glued to the sweet, enticing sight of 
her succulent pink flesh already trying to gape open in expectation of a 
penis. 

"Hmmmm!" Kathy nodded. "Yes indeed, it is nice and wet ..." 

Karen began blushing a bright crimson at the casual comments passing between 
the two other people in the room. She was so confused. Her brain, knowing 
Kathy was a female acting the part of a male thought of all this as obscene, 
and wanted to reject all this. Her body, however, thought nothing to do with 
sex was obscene, and she really didn't know what to do. She felt so totally 
mortified and ashamed of all that was happening to her, but at the same time 
some part of her trembling body was welcoming this terribly outrageous 
treatment. Karen gasped, feeling an anticipatory flush spreading throughout 
her trembling body, and then she realized there was a definite softening of 
her initial resistance. 

Karen drew in her breath sharply and quivered when she felt the heatedly 
throbbing head of the rubbery bit of elongated plastic rigidly nudge her, 
pressing firmly against the outer folds of her seething, trembling vagina. 
She was filled with a trembling sense of urgency and expectancy, and little 
by little slowly allowed herself to drift toward helpless acquiescence. But 
all the while a warning continued sounding inside her dazed and totally 
bewildered brain. This wasn't a man about to invade her body. Yesterday, 
when Harry had used this same dildo, holding it in his hand, it seemed less 
obscene than looking at it protruding from between Kathy's slenderly white 
thighs. The dildo had a much more pinkish hue to it than did Kathy's flesh, 
and for some reason it almost seemed as if the dildo were a real penis 
attached to Kathy who was some kind of a mannequin. She ought to stop this. 

But she suddenly realized it was too late. There was no way for her to 
retreat, now. The time for screaming resistance, and for struggling against 
what they wanted to do, was long gone. It was something with which she ought 
never to have become involved in the first place. Now the need burning 
inside her had taken such control of her, it was in total command of her 
cock-hungry body. 

With a gasping grunt, Kathy suddenly lurched forward, moving with 
astonishing vehemence. The giant shaft of the always erect dildo separated 
her vaginal walls, entering Karen's wetly waiting tight cunt with almost 
flesh splitting power. 

"Ooooonnnngggghhhh!" Karen gasped, the breath totally knocked out of her. 

All the air had been slammed from her lungs, and all she was able to do was 
lie there, helplessly gasping, pinioned solidly to the mattress by the 
thrustingly deep penetration of the savagely driving dildo. Now, for the 
first time, Karen felt as if the artificial penis was actually a part of 
Kathy. Inwardly, she felt as if she had been neatly halved. Her entire 
interior was completely filled to the bursting point with the heatedly 
pulsating phallus now embedded so deeply, so far into her cringing belly 
with that single fearful thrust. 

Reaching between her thighs with her hand, Karen realized all she was able 
to feel was Kathy's hairy cuntlips as the blonde had driven every last inch 
of the plastic penis into her with that one thrust. She was in to the hilt, 
and she wasn't waiting for Karen's interior to adjust to the thickness of 
the organ as Harry always waited. She was unable to actually flex the organ, 
and it had been separated from the vibrator, so she began pulling it in and 
out very rapidly, as if trying to make the penis reverberate throughout the 
brown-haired woman's quivering pussy. Her penis was just too big. Karen was 
frightened Kathy would accidentally kill her. 

At last the blonde girl began to slowly withdraw the artificial phallus, and 
once again Karen had to grit her teeth against the harshness of the 
movement. To Karen, it was as if the tender inner membrane or her vagina, 
tightly clasping around the throbbing phallic plastic was being mercilessly 
tugged out of her. She was certain when all this was over she would never be 
able to walk again. 

Without preamble, Kathy once again thrust the dildo forward immediately. She 
drove the thick, artificial piece of rubbery plastic all the way into the 
heatedly quivering depths of the other woman's pussy once more. 

Now Kathy began fucking into Karen rhythmically, establishing an easy 
movement, her hands holding the helpless woman's hips solidly in place as 
she swung her thighs in and out, in and out. Karen, to her intense relief, 
realized the pain was already beginning to fade away as her vagina's natural 
juices surrounded the throbbing dildo. She was lubricating herself enough to 
accommodate the thickly rigid shaft of artificial flesh. Of their own 
accord, Karen's hips began to move, flexing upward, rocking gently, keeping 
perfect time with the way Kathy was pounding the olisbos into her seething 
cunt. 

Karen's brain was still whirling and churning with all kinds of tumultuous 
thoughts. Everything had happened so swiftly and unbelievably. While Kathy 
and Harry had been talking, Karen had not believed they were serious about 
Kathy actually doing something like this so Karen would be able to make some 
kind of a judgment. The mere idea of something like this happening to her 
would never have occurred to her, in spite of the way she had loosened up in 
the past two days. The truth was, she had come to regard herself as 
something of a swinger because of what she was allowing to happen to her. 
But in these past few minutes she realized she would never be able to adopt 
an attitude similar to that of Kathy. Even if she was a little bisexual, 
when and if she made love to another girl, it was to be girl-on-girl and not 
have a girl pretending she was some kind of a man. 

This definitely was not the time for any kind of speculation. She had been 
hurled into the middle of an extremely bizarre situation over which she had 
absolutely no control whatsoever, and to which, she had to confess, she had 
been unable to offer any real kind of resistance. 

She was being fucked by another woman as if that other woman were a man. It 
was so ridiculous it would have been funny had she not been personally 
involved in all this. Meanwhile, Harry was sitting back and looking on with 
definite avid interest as his own penis began swelling and thickening. 
Perhaps what was worst of all was the fact that she actually was starting to 
enjoy the new lewd sensations rippling out of her, charging through her 
dildo-impaled vagina. 

Troubled though her thoughts might be at what was taking place, her body 
wanted more and more love, and apparently didn't care who was making love to 
her. Her physical being was responding in the way it had become accustomed 
to responding in the past two days-with complete, absolute, and total 
physical submission. Her womanly flesh was actually welcoming the hard 
initiation of masculinity dominating it, and she found her thighs spreading 
even farther apart to receive even more of her long, thick phallic 
imitation. Karen was eagerly sucking it into her vagina, almost warmly 
welcoming it. 

Her anxiously receptive vaginal well now flowered open to hungrily receive 
the deep, driving, probing thrusts of the fake penis, and she arched her 
back to fully allow the lust-stiffened shaft of plastic access to the very 
core of her internal being. The nipples tipping her sensually quivering 
breasts were now completely erect, and her beautiful, almost girlish face 
had become suffused with a glow of pleasurable acceptance. 

Somewhat belatedly, her conscience once again attempted to cry out a warning 
to her, telling her that even if this wasn't the man of her dreams, neither 
was it any kind of man, and therefore this entire thing was an obscenity. It 
was a woman trying to out masculine a man. 

But at this point Karen no longer cared. Woman or man, the individual 
fucking her was making all kinds of wonderful love to her, and that was all 
that really mattered. 

Harry had been a far better teacher than even he realized. He had taught her 
love-starved flesh to really respond, and now all those reactions he had 
awakened in her had become so fine-tuned, that it no longer mattered who her 
lovemate was. 

"UUUU NNNNHHHH ... AAAA nnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud 
in obvious arousal, totally and completely abandoning herself to the 
thrilling carnal desire building in her as velvet flames of seething lust 
continually licked throughout the interior of her wanton body. 

Her arms reached up and wrapped themselves very tightly around Kathy's neck, 
pulling the blonde girl's mouth firmly down to hers. Hungrily, avariciously 
she met him with eagerly anxious lips and her tongue began darting very 
greedily between Kathy's even white teeth. She forgot all about Harry being 
in the room, and she didn't care that he was sitting there, looking at her, 
laughing to himself so hard he thought his sides would burst. 

Karen was getting a greater education than she had initially realized. Harry 
would keep his word and pull her out of the hole she was in in the office, 
and she was now free to try out all these newly learned skills on countless 
other men who she would be dating; men who would be more than happy to make 
mad, passionate love to her. 

But for the moment, the only important person in Karen's world was Kathy. 
The artificial penis moving in and out of her felt so much like the real 
thing that her dazed mind, for the moment, was unable to differentiate 
between it and Harry's penis. She seemed unable to get enough of the solidly 
virile phallic length of plastic. 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssssss ... aaaannnnhhhh ... morrrrre ... fuck me 
harrrderrr ... Kathyyyyy ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssss ..." 

Her heatedly lewd words were obscenely rasping from her anxious dry throat, 
and at this point she was totally transformed by the overpowering strength 
of her own inner lust. Her brown hair waved from side to side with the 
movement of her head, and her face had a bright, almost angelic glow to it 
as she reveled in what she was feeling as pure, sensuous pleasure totally 
enveloped her again and again. 

Karen was so completely and thoroughly enraptured by the shuddering and 
electrifying thrills of vibrant excitement jolting through her, she was 
totally unaware of movement on Harry's part. Not only that, but she was 
unaware he was starting to embrace her. For a brief instant she thought the 
continually soft, insistent caresses on her nakedly pumping buttocks was 
something built out of her imagination. But then she realized the feelings 
were just as real as anything Kathy was doing to her. 

Strong fingers continued kneading the fullness of her softly rounded ass 
flesh, yanking and squeezing, tugging on the two mounds of flesh until they 
were widely pulled apart. 

"Hunh! What? Harry?" 

"Yes, it's me, honey. It's time for one final lesson in sex. I mean, you 
can't really make a fair comparison between the way I fuck and the way Karen 
fucks unless the two of us fuck you at the same time, right?" 

His almost matter-of-fact tone sent a wild chill of foreboding coursing 
through her vibrantly trembling body, and she did her best to try and pull 
away from his grasping hands. 

"Hey, take it easy, honey," he said to her, his voice almost crooning 
softly. "Let old Harry get a feel of that nice, round ass of yours ..." 

His fingers were already moving in the sensitive crack between the moon 
shapes of her trembling asscheeks, finally coming to rest on the tight, 
prune-like pucker of her pretty anal opening. For a brief moment the man 
hesitated, and then without the least little bit of preliminary, Harry sank 
his outstretched forefinger into the clenching, squeezing, futilely 
resisting orifice. 

Karen wiggled, by now used to feeling a finger in her rectal opening, and 
she squirmed back against it because it tightened her vaginal chamber, 
making everything feel that much better. 

Harry was totally oblivious to what she was feeling, caring only for what he 
was planning to do, and he began screwing his finger deep, deep into the 
tightly clenching hole of her ass. Thrills of shuddering delight charged 
uncontrollably through the beautiful brown-haired woman's body and she 
inwardly wondered just what it was Harry really had in mind. What she was 
doing with Kathy was nice enough. He didn't have to try and make things any 
better. She would have preferred it if he had waited his turn. 

Harry continued to plunge his forefinger in and out of the tightly resisting 
anal passage, moving the finger in and out of the dry tunnel, amazed to note 
how clean the girl managed to keep herself at all times. He was staring down 
at his moving finger, his eyes bulging with obscene delight as he looked at 
the deliciously warm softness of her widely spread buttocks. Finally he 
pulled the finger out, making Karen think he was going to leave her alone, 
after all. 

The young brunette's satisfaction at being left alone by Harry was 
short-lived. Once more the man's snaky, insidious fingers were crawling over 
the satin-softness of her roundly naked backside, and now a new, different 
apprehension began to build inside Karen. There was something wrong. Her 
mind kept picturing the way Ed had fucked Kathy's ass the previous day, and 
even though Kathy was still rhythmically fucking in and out between her 
lewdly splayed thighs with all the force of her body, the lovely brunette 
was no longer able to concentrate on the delightful tremors of rapture 
blistering through her. If only Harry would leave her buttocks alone. 

Kathy was fucking more and more violently, because the base of the dildo was 
pressed against her clitoris, rubbing the little organ, building her inner 
sensations higher and higher. This was another way for her to get off. 

Now Karen heard the voice of the man who had taken her maidenhood, and it 
sounded hoarse but insistent. 

"Roll over, honey," Harry was saying to her. "Get ready for your favorite 
cock because it's about to fuck into you, too." 

Karen's trembling body stiffened with fear and revulsion. Just what did the 
man mean by that? Good Lord! Was he really thinking ... oh God! Did he 
really expect ... oh no! Not that! Not that! Anything but that! She was 
certain she would never be able to withstand something like that! 

But even as the unspeakable though continued to searingly blast through her 
troubled and benumbed brain, Karen found herself suddenly being shifted, 
almost hoisted and turned over, with Kathy somehow slipping agilely beneath 
her so that she lay on top of the blonde girl, her own heavily swaying 
breasts now slapping against the upstanding mounds of the beautiful blonde, 
her nakedly white asscheeks waving defenselessly high in the air. They had 
reversed positions, but Kathy, expert that she had suddenly become with the 
dildo, hadn't missed a single stroke. The blonde must have heard what Harry 
had said. In fact it was obvious she had more than a mere idea of just what 
it was the man had in mind, and from the smile on her face Kathy seemed 
amused by it all. 

Karen wanted to cry out in objection when she once again felt the rounded 
and soft spheres of her small, moon shaped ass being violently pried 
remorselessly apart, and then she quivered in total abject repulsion when 
she felt the unmistakable probing of the fully erect phallus suddenly 
pressuring against her narrowly helpless anal crack. She wanted to pull away 
but found herself incapable of doing so. Karen's slender arms, wrapped very 
tightly around her hips, held her solidly in place. At the same time Harry's 
hands were also digging cruelly into the soft, tender flesh of her trembling 
thighs as he continued to pull her legs farther and farther apart. 

A cold shiver of total fear began rippling through her trembling body as the 
constant nudging against her vulnerable little asshole became more and more 
insistent. Then, moments later ... 

"Ohhhhhhh ... uuunnnnnnhhhhhh ... no-o-o-o-o-o-o ... Haarrrrrryyyy ... she 
shrieked. 

A blinding wave of overpowering torment began to wash over her and she felt 
as if a white-hot baseball bat was slowly being crammed into the narrow 
tightness of her close rectum. She writhed and screamed again, 
"Aaaaayyyyaaaagggghhhhh! You'rrre splitttttinnnnng meeeeee ... 
aaaannnngggghhhh ... IIIII ... can't stannnnnnd ittttttt ..." 

Nevertheless, the incredible agony and pain continued unabated, and Karen 
realized her tears were falling unheeded onto Kathy's chest, beneath her. 
She continued gasping, crying and screaming, unable to help herself. The 
pain, not to mention this new degradation, was all becoming too much for her 
to bear. Her thighs were swept relentlessly aside as Harry's lust-demented 
penis continued to force and shove its unnatural way into her tightly 
resisting anal tunnel just as she had seen Ed fuck into Kathy's ass. 

Harry stared down at her, his mouth widely leering in total satisfaction as 
he stared at the disappearing length of his thick, sodomizing penis sinking 
deeper and deeper. The sight of the two women fucking together like a man 
and woman had been too much for him, and even though Kathy hadn't really 
wanted him to join in, he had been unable to control himself. He knew once 
they really got going, Kathy would get a kick out of being the "bread" in a 
sandwich instead of the "filling." He was certain she had been sandwiched by 
other men. Hell! She was the kind of girl who had probably experienced 
everything. Each new happening was a new kick to the beautiful blonde. 

At last he had embedded his angrily pulsating phallus to the very hilt in 
the tight, helplessly puckering anal passageway. Oh yeeeeaaaahhhh! She had 
one nice, tight asshole. 

It thrilled Harry to think he had initiated Karen's cunt, her mouth, and now 
her asshole into sex. She was the first woman who had ever let him use all 
three orifices. Not even his wife allowed that. 

"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhh! Uuuuunnnnhhhh! Ooooohhhhhh! Wwaaaaivwvnow!" Karen sobbed 
again out loud as Harry finally began to withdraw his lust-thickened shaft. 
Her tightly clinging anal ring continued to embrace the solid penis like a 
pair of very tiny lips being forced wide apart. 

When only the burgeoning glans of the rock-solid penis was still enclosed by 
the tight band of her sphincter, he nailed in, driving forward again, 
sinking it inch by solid inch into her helplessly resisting channel. 
Methodically he began sawing into the subserviently kneeling, brown-haired 
woman's narrow little asshole, moving slowly at first, but increasing his 
speed as her cringing rear channel finally stopped its futile resistance and 
slowly began to relax. 

With each passing second the man was all the more easily able to slip in and 
out, in and out of her gradually widening hole as his own lubrication made 
the tunnel that much more slippery, ravaging the buttery warmth of her 
seething anal depths with newfound delight. He was even able to time his 
thrusts with those of Kathy, fucking into Karen's cunt from below. It was 
wonderful. His lust-bloated, throbbing, engorged phallus continued slamming 
into her rectum as he all but lay on top of her Kathy was hurling her hips 
upward, impaling Karen's wetly throbbing, sucking cunt on the dildo tied 
between her thighs. The two pulsating shafts swept into the tightness of her 
twin passages as one, rubbing against one another through the thinly 
dividing membrane, constantly buffeting Karen between them in a lusciously 
lewd sandwich. 

The brown-haired woman tried fighting to get some clarity into her 
confusion-wracked mind. Her vibrating, nakedly aroused physical self was 
continually tingling with thrilled pleasure as Kathy continued the 
incredible, lust-inciting fucking with the dildo, while at the same time it 
was trying to reject the horror of what was happening to her poor, violently 
ravished rear-end. 

But once again the female supervisor was powerless against the building 
heated desires in her quivering body. Her newly awakened feminine flesh 
didn't know the bounds to which it would go, her mind once and for all 
clearing itself of any and all moral restrictions and fetters. Pleasure was 
building in her, and the only important thing was the enjoyment of it. 

To her astonished horror, Karen discovered quite unbelievably that her 
shamelessly aroused body was starting to vibrantly respond to the crudeness 
of Harry's anal love-making. The forlorn and defeated conscience in her 
didn't want to respond, trying hard to make her deny she was feeling 
pleasure, but she was unable to mentally reject what she was feeling. Her 
flesh was enjoying itself too much to pay attention to what her defeated 
conscience was saying, reacting, as usual, in the old primitive way. 

Involuntarily the lovely brown-haired woman found she was swinging her 
fleshy white asscheeks upward, flaring the moons of her softly round 
buttocks thereby allowing Harry's long and plunging prick full and total 
access to her openly presented and helpless anus. Karen found herself timing 
her body's shuddering movements to correlate with both Harry and Kathy, who 
were both fucking her at the same time, the grey haired man stabbing into 
her buttocks from behind, his sodomizing, driving strokes ramming far into 
the bottom of her large intestine while the blonde girl with the dildo 
strapped to her was fucking into her seething cunt. The two of them were 
hungrily and avidly watching her, gauging her reactions, but their eyes 
didn't bother her any longer. All that mattered was the simple fact that she 
was now able to enjoy any and every kind of physical sexual intercourse, 
whether it be genital, oral, or anal. All kinds of wildly exciting pleasure 
was bursting through her shuddering body. 

Karen felt as if a revelation had been visited on her, her mind cleared of 
any and all doubts, fears, and reservations. Just as her body continued 
reacting in a totally basic, almost primitive manner, so too was her mind 
not only accepting what was happening to her, but welcoming it. 

Karen had come to accept many things in the normal course of events in her 
life, but it was this which was in a para-normal course which she took to 
most readily. She had allowed her body to be used initially by a man for 
whom she would never feel love, yet she had learned to like what he was 
doing to her in spite of her indifference to the man, himself. She had 
sucked his cock, and though it hadn't been for any length of time, she had 
not felt any nausea when doing it, and had hungrily swallowed all he'd had 
to offer when he had ejaculated into her throat. Not too long ago she would 
have been totally horrified at the disgusting idea of sucking a man's penis. 
In two short days she had come a long, long way, so why stop her enjoyment 
now? Why not enjoy everything her wonderfully alive body was feeling? 
Fucking was fun-there was no getting around it. 

Now the three of them, Karen, Harry, and even Kathy were closely united, all 
of them wantonly writhing and squirming and rotating and churning as one. 
The lovely brown-haired woman felt incredibly secure sandwiched between 
Harry and the blonde-haired Kathy. Her inner being felt physically exalted 
to heights she had never dreamed of, before. Unbelievable thrilling ripples 
of shuddering pleasure continually cascaded through her quivering body, 
loosening every nerve-ending in her helplessly aroused and quivering flesh. 

All this was too wildly exciting to be believed, yet she easily accepted it, 
now. She was being fucked by two people, a man and a woman, and both were 
fucking her at the same time. Never in her lifetime prior to coming to 
Harry's house had she ever so much as considered performing such an act, 
much less actually enjoying it. Yet, here she was, mindlessly excited and 
thrilled to the very tips of her shuddering fingers and toes as every inch 
of her hungrily squirming and churning flesh screamed out loud, aching to 
feel total pleasure, seeking all kinds of heavenly release. Now it was 
beginning to swarm all over her. She was unable to hold back any longer. The 
thrilling delight, completely physical, merged and mingled with the almost 
total wanton mental joy to which she had opened her mind as it surged 
through her body and brain, uplifting her and making her feel as if she were 
soaring upward, moving astrally out of her own body. She had finally made 
contact with her real inner self, and she discovered it was fantastic. 
Kathy, especially Harry, and even Ed Lancer to some extent were all 
responsible for the wonderfully thrilling sensations of almost total 
unbearable pleasure continually ricocheting through her trembling form, and 
she knew she had to climax shortly or simply explode all over the place. 

The orgasm began growing inside her, swelling, enlarging, growing greater 
and greater, and she threw her head back, resting her skull on Harry's 
shoulder as he bent over her and continued plunging his cock in her ass as 
she screamed, "EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGG ... GGGGHHHH-AAAARRRRGG ... 
GGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAUU UUGGHHWWWWAAAAUUUUGGGG ... 
HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" 

Fire licked at her befuddled mind and her brain was whirling around and 
around. She felt herself totally beyond the threshold of pleasure as all 
feeling soared to new, magnanimous heights, feeling totally sublime as if 
she had reached a state of total nirvana no one else in the world had ever 
known. She was totally unaware of Harry firing his seed into her rectum and 
Kathy screaming out her joy as she came and came again. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The week had been a hectic one. Harry, true to his word, had loaned Kathy to 
Karen's department, and in less than four days Karen's entire department was 
current. Harry knew better than to hope he would be able to make it with 
Karen again, but every time he looked at her he remembered the joyous 
weekend she had shared with himself and Kathy. 

Kathy was almost pushy that Friday, wanting Harry to take her home with him. 
Since Harry had nothing better to do, and since his wife would not be coming 
home for quite some time yet, he took Kathy with him. He knew she was 
motivated by the desire to become a processor, but he didn't give a damn 
what her reasons were. All he cared about was fucking the blonde. He was 
going to fuck her ass as he had fucked Karen's, though what he didn't know 
was that Kathy had brought the dildo with her, and she was just as intent on 
cornholing him. 

Karen watched the two of them leave the office together, and she smiled to 
herself, knowing both were in for one helluva time. The only trouble was, 
she herself, had no one to go to. 

During the week, Karen had felt a steady flaring of desire continually 
building in her vagina. She realized what it was, but she certainly wasn't 
going to return to Harry. 

"Busy tonight?" a voice asked, breaking into her thoughts. 

Looking up, she saw it was Ed Lancer. Remembering how he had told Kathy he 
had been on the verge of firing her, Karen said, "Yes, Ed. I am." He 
shrugged and walked away. 

It was Mr. O'Dwyer who saved the day for her. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

O'Dwyer was a man of medium height, with graying hair, balding a little, and 
he asked Karen if she would remain a little while. He wanted her to go over 
some claim forms. She realized they were not from her own department, but 
nodded, and after examining the forms and making some minor, adjustments, 
she handed them back to the soft-spoken man with the tender brown eyes. 

"Thank you, Karen," he said to her. "With the quarterly audit coming this 
Monday, I had to make certain those forms were correct. You've learned very 
quickly in this past week, and I think you'll really go places here. I'd 
like to repay you for staying late. Would you let me take you to dinner?" 

"I have a better idea," she told him, the burning, yearning desire building 
higher and higher in her seething cunt. Why not come to my apartment where I 
can cook a spaghetti dinner for the both of us." 

"Why that would be very nice," O'Dwyer admitted. 

The man was in his early fifties and he was a bachelor. Karen liked him. He 
was quiet, soft-spoken, and she felt secure around him. 

He followed her home in his car, parking in the street outside her apartment 
house, and then went up with her in the elevator. There was that certain 
something that passed between them as they reached her front door that let 
the both of them know they would be sleeping together that night. 

Once they were inside, Karen added all the ingredients she needed to some 
tomato paste and said, "Now it will cook for about two or three hours. In 
the meantime, I hope you can be patient."When she kissed him he responded 
immediately, and Karen realized the man's softness hid an inferno. His 
pelvis was an impatient machine that continually ground against her crotch. 

When he loosened his embrace, her hands were already pulling off his jacket 
and fumbling with his shirt, unbuttoning it while opening his pants. At the 
same time he pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. After that, 
the two of them finished undressing one another. 

Now that Karen was naked in front of him, O'Dwyer stared avidly at her naked 
breasts, enjoying the way they were topped with the wondrously hard, dark 
nipples. Again he slipped his arms around the lovely woman, saying, "I've 
always made it a policy never to fool around with any woman who works for 
me." 

"Who's fooling?" Karen breathed. 

They clung tightly to one another after that, rubbing their naked bodies 
together, his hairy chest pressing against the soft firmness of her rounded 
breasts. They kissed one another very hungrily, then Karen slipped from his 
arms, walked into the bedroom, turned on the light, and after making certain 
the blinds were closed, pulled the covers back on the bed and lay down. 

As he went to her, O'Dwyer, who had an uncanny sense about women, knew that 
even if she wasn't a virgin-he didn't expect a woman her age to be 
virginal-in spite of the so-called knowing look in her eyes, she was still a 
woman not really used to men. He liked that. She had respect for her body, 
which meant he would also respect it. 

She looked beautiful lying there on the bed and he wanted to enjoy and savor 
her nakedness. He wanted to smell her heat and her passion and to taste the 
delicious sweetness that was the sticky, clinging juices coming from her 
tender box. 

Slowly he settled onto his knees on the bed beside her. The fingers of his 
left hand reached out and touched her soft, bare shoulder, feeling the heat 
of her tender flesh. He moved to her neck and then let his hands curl in her 
brown hair for a moment. His other hand slowly moved up the inside of her 
naked thigh as her legs automatically spread themselves. By the time he had 
run his fingers over her tender thighs, arriving at her soft pussy, his left 
hand was cupping her hard and swollen breast. 

Karen squirmed luxuriously under the older man's caresses. Her hand reached 
out and stroked his shoulder, and then she looked at his penis. It was as 
formidable as that of any young man, long and thick, and swollen because of 
her. 

"I'd like to suck it," she whispered. 

"Next time around," he said to her, not bothering to say more because his 
eyes were fixed on her shuddering cunt. Her cuntlips had turned a rich, 
vibrant red because of her mounting passion, and he felt his saliva filling 
his mouth as he almost drooled. The tip of his tongue rubbed impatiently 
against the insides of his front teeth as his hands gently fringed the 
slopes of her swollen cleft before he lowered his head. 

He turned his head sideways, and the lips of his mouth were vertical, 
meeting the vertical labia of her soft pussy. His nose became embedded into 
the heatedly soft skin of her thigh as his mouth pressured against her soft 
cuntlips. Now he caught the scent of her heated passion, a maddening aroma 
that made the man violently tremble. He moved one hand away from her full 
breasts and traveled down the silkiness of her soft belly. His tongue came 
leaping out of his mouth. 

He listened to her joyous moan as the tip of his tongue probed her honeyed 
cleft. Without any conscious effort on his part his tongue shot out still 
farther. It delved into the flooded slot, flickering and licking and 
dipping, pulling out the juices and drawing into his voracious mouth. 

Karen immediately began to bounce and pitch. Her hands reached out and 
tangled themselves in the man's thinning hair as the muscles on the 
underside of his licking tongue began to ache because he probed so deeply 
into her. He allowed the rough surface of his tongue to scrape against the 
inner slopes of her vaginal lips. Then he clamped her right labius between 
his teeth and began nibbling, after which he did the same with her left 
labius. His chin was heavily coated with her heated oils, and the thrilling 
scent of her aroused vagina was an overpowering sensation. 

He turned his mouth so that his lips were now perpendicular to her labia. 
The soft cuntlips continually buffeted and pumped against the opening of his 
hungry mouth. Again and again his tongue licked out, twirling into her 
sodden cunt, rolling and licking, washing down the walls of her slippery 
inner channel. He wanted more and more, aching to taste the full flavor of 
this heated effervescent pussy. 

He jammed his chin deeper, feeling it slip between the mounded, heated lips 
of her soft, slurpy pussy. Searing fluids trickled out of her vaginal cleft, 
and it seeped and ran down his face while her thighs continued drumming 
against his temples impatiently. 

With a tortured roar O'Dwyer jerked his hungry mouth away from her sodden 
cunt and stood up for a moment. Then he fell on top of her sprawled feminine 
form. 

He slammed into her cunt with the first probe of his driving cock, and he 
began slamming it in and out rapidly. Her cunt sucked it in willingly. There 
was no pain, only pleasure, with just the littlest bit of sweet resistance 
to enhance it. For O'Dwyer, it was like driving into a vat of melted butter. 
Heat rushed over his throbbing staff, enveloping it. He drove his hard penis 
into her again and again as juices gushed around his penis and then out of 
her cleft as he continually sheathed his hard prick inside her. His hungry 
mouth began devouring her towering rigid breasts. 

He began fucking into her swiftly now, and she reached a mini-climax. He 
fucked faster, and she reached another climax. O'Dwyer was astounded at her 
capacity to come, and continued pounding his throbbing cock into her again 
and again, feeling her respond ever increasingly until the big one caused 
her to tightly convulse. She screamed, "EEEEYYYYAAA ... GGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHH 
... AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNN ... GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" and 
clamped her thighs tightly around him as he fired his jets into her. 

Afterward, they lay still for a very long time. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Secure in her job, Karen went on to become the best supervisor in the claims 
department. As a result, when the time came that Ed Lancer left, Harry Greco 
was passed over, and Karen was selected as an overseer. 

In Karen's place a handsome young man, six feet tall, with jet black hair 
and burning brown eyes took over. He had a winning smile, and there was no 
doubt that he exuded sexuality. 

Like Karen, he had been thrust into the job without actually knowing it, and 
as a result found himself hopelessly foundering in the beginning. Karen was 
well aware the man had nothing to offer Harry Greco to gain Harry's help, 
and taking a liking to the young man, she decided to teach him to help 
himself, though first she wanted a little bit of servicing. 

That weekend, Karen insisted the man go with her to a motel and bring along 
sheaves of claims so she would be able to teach him how to monitor them. 
Certain it was going to be a business-only weekend, the young man did as he 
was instructed. 

It soon became apparent the young man was very shy, and in spite of his good 
looks was a relative novice when it came to sex. This made Karen smile. Now 
it was her turn to teach what she had learned and had since practiced with a 
vengeance. This was definitely going to be fun. 


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