ANIMAL LUST
By Evelyn Streete


Chapter 1

About the only nice thing Cindy Kitteredge could say about her one-room studio in
Boston was that it had an eastern exposure... one that allowed as much sunlight into the
place as possible. Something like that was important for her painting, she told herself
over and over again. That was the reason she had stayed there all these months.
Now, though, as she stretched her slinky naked body its full length in her king-sized
bed, she silently cursed the bright light waking her at sunrise. She squinted her hazel
eyes in a vain effort to block out the light, which had once again waken her from a deep
sleep earlier than she would have liked. Even though her full, luscious blonde hair had
cascaded in front of her face during the night, giving her an innocent, almost child-like
appearance, it did nothing to hide the brightness and wake her. Tossing her shapely
body around on the bed to try and hide her face from the glaring light, she could feel
the thin sheet travel down her back all the way to her exposed buttocks. She liked
sleeping in the nude. It gave her a feeling of freedom she never thought she would
have... certainly not when she had been going out with Lance Martin.
GOD! Even though it was still very early in the morning, the very thought of Lance
brought her to an instant awakeness. How long had it been since she screamed at the
top of her lungs that she never wanted to see him again? It seemed like years, but it had
been, what, only three months.
The lovely young girl lay in her bed, her hazel eyes now wide open. She knew it would
be useless to try and get back to sleep again. It always, when the memory of Lance
filtered into her mind. One does not easily forget the man she is engaged to. Sighing in
resignation, Cindy pulled herself to a sitting position on the edge of her bed, her long,
nicely tapering legs resting on the floor, her tired face cradled in her small hands and
her full, luxurious breasts nearly reaching her knees in her bent-over position. A few
stray strands of her golden hair brushed against her flawless face, tickling her in an
annoying manner. Even though her back was presented to the huge picture window of
her third floor studio, she got the feeling that all of Boston was looking up at her
nakedness. She didn't care, though, at least not as much as she used to when she had
first moved in. But it was that feeling that all the world was looking at her nakedness
that had caused at least some of the problems between her and Lance... the thought that
no man should see her naked.
Brushing one hand through her uncombed hair to brush it back and away from her
face, she allowed her eyes to wander in a hazy fashion to her luscious breasts. She gazed
with almost fervent rapture at the creamy softness of her twin mounds and the deep
valley between them. For a long moment she stared at the brown nipples, peaking her
sensuous breasts like another set of eyes. Despite their eye-pleasing size, they were
nevertheless firm, and as she breathed, she could see them swell enticingly, then fall
gently as she exhaled.
Slowly, as her mind became more and more clear with her waking up, she allowed her
thoughts to drift to Lance, and the way his hands would play lightly over those breasts.
The mere thought of his strong fingers lovingly kneading and caressing her pliant
mounds brought her nipples to a sensual hardness, and she could feel the beginnings of
her arousal sweeping through her. She closed her eyes and tried to blot out the memory
of Lance, but could not. After all he had done to hurt her... after all they had done to
hurt each other, she still had to face the truth of the matter. She loved him. Perhaps he
would be the only man she loved. And she had told him that she never wanted to see
him again.
GOD!! How could she have been such a fool?
Standing and walking from her bed to the small shower stall that came with the room,
she knew the answer to that question. She had asked it so many times of herself, and
she had always come up with the same explanation. She had been a little child then. In
the three months since that day had passed, she had developed so quickly that she knew
if Lance were to meet her today, he wouldn't recognize her. The first blast of cold water
from the "shower head against her naked body brought her to instant awareness, and
the soothing warm water that followed allowed her to calm down enough to think once
again about the last night she had spent with Lance. She drifted into another world,
reliving each moment in her mind as though she were once again in her off-campus
one-room apartment.
She and Lance had been dating for almost the full four years they had been at college
together. At the beginning of their senior year, Lance had proposed marriage, and the
plan was that they would finally get married after the graduation ceremony. That year
seemed to pass by so quickly for both of them. Lance was studying to become an
architect, and was the envy of all the other students in his department, being the top
student in his class. Cindy was well on her way to becoming a painter, and the two of
them knew that, even though they had years of hard work ahead of them, they would
make it, as long as they had each other. It seemed like the perfect arrangement. Neither
one of them had given a thought to asking the other to give up any chance of a career.
In fact, Lance used to joke that he would like nothing better than to design a building
where Cindy's paintings could be displayed for all the world to see. It was dreams like
that that help to dilute the harsh reality of competition they knew they would have to
face.
The problem with their relationship, though, stemmed from the fact that Cindy
believed that a woman should save herself for the man she married. The two of them
had had several arguments about sex before marriage, but Lance had always backed
down.
"I'm sorry, honey," he would say. "It's just that I'm not used to an old-fashioned girl.
It's like the song says... 'the times are changin'."
"Well... they haven't changed for me," she answered every time. "I should think that
you would like to have a wife you knew was a virgin. If I don't sleep with you, you
know I don't sleep with anyone else."
Then they would kiss, long and deep, their tongues thrusting and meeting in each
other's mouths. There were times then when Cindy would be raised to such a fever
pitch that she would almost relent to Lance's gentle demands. She would always
maintain control over herself, though.
As that last college year progressed, however, Lance became more and more insistent.
Instead of being satisfied with merely kissing, he would trail his hands over her luscious
young body, allowing them to wander down her tapered, hourglass waist to her firm
buttocks. Then his fingers would open and close around her flesh there, kneading her
ass-cheeks through the cloth of her dress or skirt. The first time he had done that, she
had gently removed his hands, only to have them immediately go back, as though he
sensed that she would at least let him go this far with her.
She had to admit that having his hands on her buttocks like that made her feel all
tingly, and she liked the feeling. As the time of their graduation came closer and closer,
Lance became more and more insistent. Instead of keeping his hands on her ass, he
would trail his fingers lightly along her ribs, pressing them lightly on her belly, and
rubbing her vagina through her dress. She in turn would let her fingers trace the
hardened shaft of his cock through the confining cloth of his pants, shivering each time
she outlined its massiveness. Lance became even bolder after a bit, and his hands
wandered up to her breasts. There were times that last year when she would lay flat on
her back in her darkened bedroom and allow Lance's hands to wander freely over her
body. The first time he slipped his fingers under her blouse and kneaded her breasts
against her bra, and then underneath her bra, she gasped. She had never gone so far
with any one before, and the feelings that swept through her, centering in her flat little
belly and causing her vagina to generate what seemed like a river of wet heat, were
enough to make her want to die of happiness right then and there. Even in the
darkened room, she could see his massive penis straining against his pants, and as his
hands crept upwards and downwards along her body, it took every ounce of willpower
she had to keep from unzipping his fly and exposing his cock to her eyes. She resisted
this temptation, though, and she was certain that Lance would respect her wishes.
The final blow came suddenly and swiftly. They both finished their final exams on the
same day. There was nothing between them and graduation and marriage but the mere
formality of the cap and gown ceremony. They celebrated the end of college by going to
their favorite restaurant, a small, dark quiet bar close to the campus. By this time,
Cindy had become accustomed to feeling Lance's knee pressing against hers, and even
though she did most of the talking about what they would be doing after they were
finally married, she was so enraptured that she never gave it a thought. As usual, they
returned to her room, and Cindy fully expected that they would share another night of
petting before Lance returned to his own place and prepared for both graduation and
marriage.
She couldn't have been more wrong!
Lance was pretty much at the end of his rope. All the petting had told him what a
wonderful body Cindy had, and he was determined that he would fuck her that night if
it was the last thing he did. He was damn sick and tired of going home with balls that
felt as though they would burst apart, and he was doubly tired of having to masturbate
to relieve that pressure. The time had come now when he would be satisfied with
nothing less than fucking this woman who had promised to be his wife. Marriage was
just a formality anyway, he told himself. He'd tried his best to make Cindy as drunk as
possible without her catching on to what he had in mind. The time had come to see if
he had succeeded.
Expecting nothing out of the ordinary, Cindy lay down on her bed and reached up to
Lance, pulling his face down tightly on hers. As their lips met, though, she could sense
that something was wrong. There was an eagerness present that she had never noticed
before. She passed it off as excitement that came from knowing that they would soon be
leaving college and trying to make it in the real world. Lance's hands coursed along her
body to her buttocks. His fingers kneaded the flesh there for a moment, then traveled
up to her breasts. All the while, his tongue was forcing its way deep into her mouth,
and Cindy found that she was losing control of herself. The tingling in her vagina was
becoming like a forest fire raging out of control, and she finally regained enough of her
senses to push him off of her.
"Hey... what's the deal?" he asked her, his face looking like that of a little boy who has
had a piece of candy taken from him.
"I... I don't know," she stammered. "I think we should take a little breather, that's all."
Even in the darkness of her bedroom, Cindy could see that Lance's face was livid with
anger. "That's crazy," he told her in a voice that sounded like an adult scolding a little
child. "We're getting married in less than a week. This is just the beginning for us.
There's no reason why we shouldn't..."
"There is a very good reason," she shot back, coming to a sitting position and glaring at
him. "I want to wait until we're married. You said you were willing, and I'm taking you
at your word."
Lance pulled back and stared at her. "I can't believe you," he said, shaking his head.
"I'll bet you're the only senior on campus that's still a virgin. Make that the only
woman on campus. Maybe even Boston."
His words stung her as much as a slap across her face would have. Could this be the
same person she had been dating for almost four years... the same man to whom she
had promised the rest of her life?
"If that's the way you feel," she said, pulling herself away from him and brushing her
hair back with her hand, "then why don't you marry one of them?"
Lance gritted his teeth and tried to think of something to say to her. She used the time
to press her temporary advantage. "I mean... if sex is so wonderful, then you should be
willing to wait, like you promised. I know I am. Come on... we have less than a week
left."
Even as she spoke, Lance was certain that he would see a slight relaxation in her body.
Despite the "breather" she had requested, her breast nipples were hard and distended,
and were pressing tightly against her bra. Looking at her like this was almost like seeing
her in the nude.
Then Lance decided that he would change his tactics a little. Instead of trying to force
himself on her, he would get her as hot for him as he was for her. All it would take
would be a little more patience... and some knowledge he had picked up when he had
been dating other women on campus.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said, softening his voice. "You know that I love you. I don't want
to have a fight like this even after we're married, let alone before. What say we start all
over again?"
His honeyed words cut through the anger she had been feeling, and even though she
thought it would be best if she asked him to leave, she changed her mind. It looked as
though he was willing to respect her beliefs once again... and his hands did feel
soooooooo good on her body.
She looked at him, her teeth gritting tightly, but she knew that she would never be able
to fool him for very long. She broke out into a big smile and fell back onto the bed
again. "I suppose there's nothing wrong with a little make-up kiss," she said, her even
teeth exposed by her smile.
Sighing, Lance planted his lips against hers and thrust his tongue deeply into her
mouth once again. Cindy responded automatically, and then found that her tongue was
stabbing relentlessly into his mouth. This sent an increased thrill searing through her
already aroused loins, and she could feel the familiar wetness flowing through her
vaginal slice, dousing her thin nylon panties where they pressed against her cuntal lips.
Even though they had stopped for a moment, Cindy found that she was still as aroused
as she had been before she's pushed him away. She could feel her body being swept up
in a vortex of passion, the likes of which she had never known. His words blazed in her
mind... the only words she wanted to hear. He had told her that he loved her, and she
decided that she would trust him completely. After all, hadn't he promised that he
would respect her wishes?
She began to lose track of time, and Lance's hands on her body became more and more
bold.
She wasn't sure when it happened, but she was suddenly aware that his fingers had
opened the buttons to her blouse, and his hands had pulled away her bra, exposing her
quivering breasts to the cool night air of her room. And his mouth... His lips were no
longer pressing against hers, but were instead kissing her nipples, his tongue lashing
out and licking her full mounds, spiking her nipples to a tingling erection that sent
electric surges of sensation running the full length of her body. She pressed her hands
to his face and held his mouth against her breasts, even as she was vaguely aware that
his own hands were fumbling with the side zipper of her skirt. Suddenly, she was naked
before the man she was going to marry, and the cool air of her room wafted against her
exposed cuntal lips, causing her to shiver in mounting excitement. She had gone farther
than she would have thought possible, and even though she knew she should stop now,
she could not.
She moaned a weak protest which melted into a groan of passion as Lance's teeth
fastened on her left nipple, biting first softly, then harder as his hands continued to
squeeze at the firm flesh of her ripe young breasts.
"Mmmmmmmmm... your breasts are so soft and warm, just like I knew they would
be," Lance cooed.
The young co-ed closed her eyes and tried to will away the arousal she was feeling, but
it was no use. She found that she loved this sucking of her breasts. She wished Lance
had done it to her long ago. Her breathing was becoming more labored as his hands
coursed down along her naked rib cage, caressing the flat silken flesh of her shivering
belly, and then... entwining themselves in the delectable "vee" of her honey-blonde
cuntal hair. In spite of her beliefs, Cindy actually arched her hips up to make a tighter
contact of her cuntal mound against his hand, mindlessly becoming more aroused than
she had ever been before.
"Oooooohhh... aaahhhhhh..." she moaned in enraptured bliss as his finger stroked
along the sensitive wet slit of her virginal pussy and rubbed in teasing circles around
the quivering bud of her clitoris. Oh God! She had done this very thing to herself
dozens of times in the past, but it had never felt so good.
Cindy's breath hitched in her throat, and she suddenly remembered that she was losing
control of herself. She had to stop before it was too late. "Mmmmmm... no. NO!" she
said in a hoarse voice, but it was no use. His experienced titillating finger merely
swirled across her erect clitoris even more eagerly, then pushed through the moistened
lips of her pulsing vagina. Her mind cried out a silent warning... This was wrong
because... well, it just was! She didn't want to do this with anyone until she was
married.
But even as her mind told her that she was beyond control, her body began to take over
and twitched and squirmed in mounting abandon. Her tapering legs automatically
spread wider to give him freer access to her wet, throbbing pussy.
"This is it," she heard Lance moan above her. "I gotta fuck you now. I can't wait." He
pulled his finger from her heated vaginal chamber and sat up over her, hurriedly
unzipping his pants. His sudden withdrawal from her hotly pulsating cunt allowed
Cindy to gather her shattered reason, but what brought her to her senses was the
searing sensation of his urgently throbbing cock-head pressing against her naked thigh.
Her eyes opened wide in fear, and she jolted at last from her unwanted erotic arousal.
"Lance... please... PLEASE!" she cried out as she stiffened her body and tried to move
away from him, clamping her thighs together in an involuntary motion of protection.
"Come on, open your legs," Lance said impatiently, using his thumbs in an effort to pry
her thighs apart. His fingers were kneading at her soft upper-thigh flesh arousingly, and
it was all Cindy could do to retain her sanity.
"No... no... no..." she wailed, her voice betraying the fact, that she was losing the battle
for her reason. The voluptuous blonde's tight-pressing thighs had trapped Lance's
invading penis between them, and her tensed muscles squeezing his lust-inflated cock
head only served to inflame his already uncontrollable lust for her.
Cindy felt her future husband's body buck and jerk above her nakedly cringing loins,
felt his long, hard, hot penis fucking back and forth between her tightly clamped thighs,
heard obscenities he had never said before spew from his mouth on virtually incoherent
gasps. Then, much to her horror, his wildly throbbing cock began squirting out gushes
of hot thick sperm all over her trembling thighs. Cindy lay completely still, trying to
understand the strange feelings which were sweeping through her as she felt his liquid
passion spill into her cuntal mound. She could express them as only one thing... anger.
Anger that Lance had gone back on his word to wait just a little while longer... anger
that he had not respected her wishes.
She was seething as Lance pulled his body off of hers, and all she could do was glare at
him.
"Goddamn it, Cindy!" Lance exclaimed, rising to his feet with his rapidly deflating
penis still held in one hand. "Now see what you made me do." Whether in fear or
excitement, Cindy didn't know, but she was breathing in short gasping breaths, her full,
sweat-covered breasts heaving and falling sensuously.
"What I made you do?" she said, raising her eyebrows at him. "TOM did it. You
practically rape me, and then try and blame everything on me."
"Well, my God, Cindy. What the fuck did you expect? I thought you were ready to
become a woman, but I can see that I was wrong. You're nothing more than a little girl,
and as long as you keep thinking like you were living in the last century, that's what
you'll be. Just a little girl."
Cindy couldn't believe that she was hearing this from the man who, moments ago, had
told her he loved her. It was as though she were alone in the room with a stranger... a
stranger she didn't like one bit.
"So that's what you think of me, is it?" she said, pulling a blanket off the bed and
covering her naked body as best she could. "Maybe you would rather marry a woman
than a little girl."
"You bet your sweet ass I would," he snapped before he had a chance to think.
"Then get out of here," she hissed. "I want someone who will think of me as a person,
not just another object of lust. All this talk you gave me about letting people think what
they want is just that... TALK! If you half believed what you say, you would allow me
my own beliefs as well. I can see you for what you really are, Lance Martin, and I don't
like it. Get out! NOW! I never want to see you again."
Lance chuckled as he dressed, and then he was gone.
Cindy couldn't believe that he had actually left, and for what seemed like an eternity,
she stared at the door to her room. Then she broke into tears.

* * *

With a sudden jolt, Cindy realized that she was now in the present, that she was
standing in her shower stall, that she had been reliving something that had happened in
the past. Her thoughts had taken only a moment in real time, but they left her
shivering as much as if she had gone through the whole ordeal once again. After that
night, she had seen Lance only once, a fleeting glimpse of him during graduation.
Sighing in her shower, she finally turned off the water and stepped out onto the bath
mat. She wondered where he was now. She thought of him more and more these days.
Things with her art work were not going well at all. Her money, the little she had
managed to save while she was still in college, was just about gone. She had made the
mistake that so many college graduates do... she had put all her eggs in one basket.
While she knew that it would take a great deal of effort on her part to make it in the art
world, it never occurred to her that she might not make it at all. In the months since
she had been out of college, she had had little more than a few nibbles about her
painting. One in particular still looked as though it had promise. Neville Putnam, a
small but well established art director in the Cambridge area, had promised her that he
was at least slightly interested in showing her work in his studio. The last time she had
talked to him over the phone was about a week ago.
Now, as she patted her naked body dry from her shower, she decided that it certainly
couldn't hurt to give him a call. After all, if she ever hoped to make it in the world of
art, she knew that she would have to be more aggressive than she was. She would have
to go out and make people want to show her paintings. That was the only way, and she
knew it.
She wrapped her towel around her slender body and walked to her phone. Things were
getting so tight that she wondered how long she would be able to keep up the payments
for her private line. God, she thought to herself as she dialed Putnam's number from
memory, if something doesn't break soon, I'll have to try something else. She closed her
eyes and made a silent prayer that she would be exhibited in Putnam's studio. The
money wouldn't be all that great, but any little bit would help.
"Hello?" she heard a man's voice on the other end of the line say.
"Hello, Mr. Putnam," she said, fighting to keep her voice even and controlled. "This is
Cindy Kitteredge. I was wondering if you had reached a decision about the paintings I
sent to your office."
"Cindy... how nice to hear from you. As a matter of fact, I haven't reached a decision.
But that can be good news as well as bad. I was going to give you a call a little later in
the day, when I was sure you were awake."
Hearing his voice filled the lovely blonde artist with a strange combination of hope and
despair at the same time.
"Well... uh... when do you thing you can reach a decision?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you think we could have lunch together
this afternoon? We could work out the details then."
Hope was a living thing in Cindy. She agreed to meet him in a quaint little out-door
place near the Commons Area. As she returned her phone to its cradle, she couldn't
help but smile. While there was nothing totally positive in what he had told her, Cindy
knew that at least she was on her way. What ever details had to be worked out couldn't
be all that hard. Already she was dreaming of what it would be like to be a world
famous painter, and she did a little dance in her studio away from the phone to her
closet, where she looked for her very best dress. She wanted to make as good an
impression on Neville Putnam as she could.


Chapter 2

The early morning sunlight that had blazed through Cindy's window also streamed into
Lance Martin's apartment, though the six foot man had gone to bed so late the previous
night that it was hardly enough to wake him up. His dark, rugged body was curled into
a tight little ball under the bedding, and it was only the tossing he received from Gina
Williams that finally woke him.
"Come on, Sleepyhead," the petite red-headed student said in a condescending tone.
"Time to get up and get ready for your meeting."
Slowly, Lance pulled himself out of the dream he was having... a dream that had him
and Cindy running through a field of flowers, both of them totally naked. In a flash,
the dream vaporized, and he was faced with the reality of yet another day of showing
his designs to building contractors. As he opened his eyes, the fuzzy image of Gina's
pretty little face came into view, her terry-cloth bathrobe tied at the waist rather than
buttoned. It was opened nearly to her belly button, offering him a delightfully teasing
view of her apple-ish type breasts as she bent down to bounce him several times on the
mattress.
After the last night with Cindy, Lance had felt more alone than at any other time in his
life, and he had gone in search of someone who could fill the gap in his life. While he
did have some money, he knew it wouldn't last very long, and it had been his plan to
find a room-mate and share expenses. He knew Gina as a friend while he had been in
college, and the pert little red-head had been a great source of comfort to him during
those first few days after Cindy had told him that she never wanted to see him again.
She still had a year left in college, and since they already got along very well, it seemed
only natural that they could room together. How long it would last was anybody's
guess, but for the moment, they provided each other with the comfort they both
needed. Leaving college and entering the real world was something Lance did not want
to face alone, and Gina still needed a little guidance and help with her studies. It was a
perfect arrangement, though neither of them had any illusions of marriage... at least not
to each other.
"Yeah... I guess it is about that time," Lance smiled up at her, finally managing to clear
his head. If there was anything he hated, it was waking up from a nice dream. He had
been thinking about Cindy more and more lately. His appointment today was with a
Brock Reynolds, one of Boston's most influential art studio managers. Brock was
looking for a new and different design for a studio he wanted to build, and Lance had
been aggressive enough to at least get an appointment with him. Having to deal with
the needs of artists only served to remind him of Cindy. He really wished he could get
the courage to call his old girl-friend up. As soon as he had left her apartment that
night before they graduated, he had been sorry that he had forced himself on her. But
there was his pride to be reckoned with. No man likes to be tossed out of his future
wife's place, and judging from the way Cindy had gone out of her way to avoid being
with him, Lance gathered that she really didn't give a shit about him. Well, if that was
the way she wanted it, so be it. As long as he was with Gina, things weren't really all
that bad. While Gina didn't have the artistic sensitivity Cindy had, she was far from a
dumb girl. And in bed, her intelligence really come into play. There wasn't anything
she wouldn't do for Lance. Rather than emotions and love, she derived a sheer sensual
pleasure from fucking as long and often as she could. Her nipples seemed to be in a
constant state of aroused erection, and she was as insatiable as a woman could be. That
was the reason Lance had been so late in getting to sleep last night. Both he and Gina
had tried to wear each other out, each bringing the other to orgasm after orgasm. Lance
had known that he was pretty good in bed, but spending so much of his time with
Cindy had caused some of his talents to fall by the way-side. It took a woman like Gina
to bring out the best in him. She would suck his cock until a river of his cum would
flow into her mouth, then she would move into position and allow him to lick her cunt
and bring about a copious flood of her own liquid passion. After a few moments of rest,
they were ready to start again. There wasn't any position, any form of sex Gina
wouldn't try at least once, and finally, the two of them had to call a draw, neither one
able to say anything through their labored breathing.
"Do I smell breakfast?" he asked, pulling his naked, muscular body from the bed.
"You sure do. I took the liberty of fixing bacon and eggs for you," she smiled at him as
she sat at the table. "You'll have to look pretty good for Brock Reynolds today."
"Yeah... Jesus, Gina, there are times when I wonder if the whole thing is worth it. I
mean, the competition is so fucking fierce, and I haven't had anything better than a
promise that I'll be called. And most of those never even come through."
Gina smiled in a compassionate manner. While she couldn't help but feel sorry for the
hard times her friend was going through at the moment, she still had another year of
college to go through. Her own thought was that of so many college students.
She didn't think that things would be as bad for her when she finally graduated. Why
they would be different she didn't know. They just would, that's all.
"Hey, now," she said, pouting slightly in a cute, little girl manner. "That's not the Lance
Martin I know. Where's the old 'Fuck you, I'm going to get the job done' spirit?"
Lance smiled at her. "Waiting for a job to get done," he said, buttering his toast and
eating as though he hadn't had a meal in weeks. Despite the alluring body of the petite
red-head sitting across from him, her breasts sensually, though not totally exposed, he
couldn't help but think that he would rather be like this with Cindy. If things had
worked out the way he had planned, it would be Cindy sitting across from him.
"Don't you think you had better get dressed?" she asked as she pulled herself away
from the table and came around next to him. "Seeing you like this really makes me
want to suck you so bad..." Lance turned his naked body to one side and allowed Gina
to sit on his lap. Her arm came around his neck, and she pressed her lithe body tightly
against his hairy chest. Instinctively, his fingers reached into her nearly open robe and
found her left breast, the nipple hard and eagerly throbbing against his palm. He
caressed and kneaded the firm hardness of her supple mound. For a moment, the only
thought on his mind was slipping off her robe and fucking her right then and there in
the kitchen. His exposed cock was throbbing and aching with lust, but with a
tremendous surge of will, he removed his hand from inside her robe and stood up,
gentling her to the floor.
"Sorry, lover," he said with some disappointment. "You know I'd like nothing better
than to fill your cunt with my cock, but I have to make that appointment."
He heard her sigh her mounting frustration, but she knew that he was right. A great
deal rested on his making a good impression on Brock Reynolds. Being late could only
go against him.
She watched him in a sensual manner as he hurriedly ate his breakfast and dressed.
"Don't you have something to do besides watch me?" he asked in a joking manner.
"Studying or something?"
"Not at the moment," she said, running her tongue kitten-like along her lush lips. "I'd
rather study those balls of yours than read a dry book for some ancient professor."
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that," he smiled back at her as he walked out of the
door. "But I tell you, if it even looks like I'm going to get this assignment, we're going
to have a lot of celebrating to do."
Gina squealed in delight and clasped her hands tightly together as Lance closed the
door behind him.
Deciding that it would make a better impression if he arrived at Reynolds' home in a
cab, he hailed a taxi and gave the address of the fashionable area where the art director
lived. During the trip, he began to wonder about the situation he was getting into with
Gina. She was the most sensual woman he had ever met, and he could think of nothing
he would rather do than fuck her day in and day out. But he knew that there would
come a time when he would actually get tired of her. Since she was still in college, she
had none of the worries he had. Life for her was still a game, while for him it was a
constant battle against poverty. He still had enough money left to live in a comfortable
manner, but only if he was careful. Gina was already making things hard for him with
her demands that they go out every night and live it up as though there were no
tomorrow. As long as Lance performed like an Olympic athlete in bed, she was satisfied
with an occasional night on the town.
Even so, if Gina couldn't tell, Lance could see that their friendship was wearing thin.
The time would come when they would have to make a clean break with each other.
And something like that would make Lance feel even more lonely than he had when
Cindy had told him that she never wanted to see him again. Then he would be really
alone.
But there was no point in thinking about that now. Maybe he could talk to Gina and
explain that while they had a really good thing going with each other, it was something
that would not last for ever.
Damn! He shook his head as he saw that he was coming up on the Reynolds' home. He
wished he had used the trip to collect his thoughts and arrange his presentation instead
of thinking about Gina Williams. Certainly the last thing a man like Brock would be
interested in was his private life. Just seeing the mansion Brock lived in was enough to
let him know that he was entering a world of wealth and power. He wanted a piece of
that money, and he knew that he wasn't going to get it by thinking about Gina and
fucking at a time like this. After paying the cabby, he walked to the front door and
pulled the door-bell chain. He could hear the sound of the bell echoing through the
spacious interior, and it took several moments for someone to come and answer the
door.
And what an answer!
Lance had been expecting a stuffy butler to open the door, but he was pleasantly
surprised... and a little confused.
There was a woman standing at the door, and she was wearing a thin, almost seethrough 
robe that barely came down to her knees. She was almost a foot shorter than
Lance, and her long, full blonde hair cascaded well past her shoulders, covering her
breasts in a shimmering golden shower of silken strands. Her deep blue eyes were
sparkling with the promise of sensuality, freely given and freely received, and despite
the fact that her apple-shaped breasts were covered by her hair, Lance could see them
through the screen with alarming, arousing clarity. The robe she wore did very little to
hide her flawless curves from Lance's skillfully searching eyes, and his gaze traveled
automatically down her body to her vagina. There, as he knew he would, he could see
her golden cuntal triangle, full and tightly matted as it pressed against the sheer fabric
of her garment. Whoever this woman was, she made no secret of the fact that she knew
she was a beautiful woman, and she took a shameless pride in teasingly exposing herself
to the man at the door.
For a long moment, Lance could do little more than stare at the blonde goddess, and he
had to take a deep breath before he could speak. Even then, his voice nearly cracked
with the stunning quality of her beauty.
"Uh... I'm Lance Martin," he said, using every ounce of his will to wrench his gaze
away from her cunt and looking her straight in her blue eyes. "Mr. Reynolds is
expecting me."
"Hummmmmmm... I know," the woman said, turning her head to one side and smiling
ever so slightly. Lance wasn't sure, but he thought she winked at him. "I'm Susan
Reynolds, Brock's wife. Won't you come in?"
She opened the door fully and stepped to one side. Lance assumed a professional
attitude as he walked past her, feeling his cock give a little lurch in his pants as his right
arm brushed against her hardened, out-thrusting breasts. He was certain the action was
initiated by Susan, but as lovely and flawless as she was, Lance decided right then and
there that he would have nothing to do with her. Far too much depended on getting in
good with Brock Reynolds, and he didn't want to throw this chance away by making a
pass at a married woman.
"Could I get you something to drink?" she asked in a voice that was as smooth as silk.
She walked past him as though she knew his eyes were upon her, burning through the
thin robe she was wearing. Her hips swayed from side to side, the motions causing her
gown to press tightly against her buttocks and all but expose the delightful looking
crack between her ass-cheeks.
"No... no thank you," Lance stuttered. "It's a little too early for me, Mrs. Reynolds."
"Please... my name is Susan," she corrected as she went through several exaggerated
motions she filled a wine glass with a clear, sparkling wine. Everything she did dripped
of sex, and she moved as though she knew Lance couldn't take his eyes off of her. She's
putting on a show, the young designer thought to himself. And it's really quite a show.
I've seen strippers who don't have the moves she does... and she's only pouring herself
a glass of wine! Old Brock has really got himself a winner in this woman!!
"Please... sit down," she said as she lowered her curvaceous, petite form in a chair.
"Brock will be down shortly."
Lance sat down on a couch directly opposite from Susan, resting his briefcase across his
lap to hide the huge erection he could feel. It wouldn't do at the moment to even hint
that he was interested in fucking the wife of the man who could make all his dreams
come true. He sat forward on the couch, nearly gasping aloud as Susan crossed her legs,
causing her robe to ride more than three quarters up her firm-fleshed thighs. She
twisted her body slightly to one side in what seemed to Lance as a well-rehearsed
motion, and the effect was mind-blowing. Her thighs were spread just enough, and the
robe had ridden just high enough to give Lance's eyes an unhindered view of her cunt.
Without even thinking about it, his eyes fell to the juncture of her thighs, and he could
see the golden sparkle of her vaginal mound as clearly as if she had been wearing
nothing at all. The shimmering light from the front window filtered through the sheer,
skimpy gown and against the droplets of her passion already flowing from her visible
cuntal lips. The sheen of her inner thighs was so obvious that Lance had to grip his
briefcase as tightly as he could to keep from ripping off her robe and fucking her right
then and there. He closed his eyes for a moment and remembered the delightful feel of
Gina's hard nipples against his palms from earlier that morning. His balls, which had
quickly filled to the aching point with his sperm then felt as though they were going to
blow apart now. God... he knew that as soon as he went back home, he would fuck
Gina without a word.
"So you're the young man who is going to help out Brock," Susan purred over the top
of her wine glass.
"That... uh... that hasn't really been decided yet," Lance told her, trying his best to be
casual. "I really haven't been asked to help out on the design, just to show some of my
drawings."
"And suppose we take a look at them," a deeply masculine voice said from behind
Lance. The young architect was instantly relieved that he would now have some
distraction from the sensuality dripping at him from across the room. His first
impression of the art director was that Brock was a stately man and in total command
of all things around him. Tall and dressed as though he had more money then he knew
what to do with, Brock walked with control and poise to the bar in the living room and
poured himself a glass of white wine as his wife had done. His head was covered with a
thick mat of prematurely gray hair, giving him the strange combination of both
distinguish that came with age and the vitality that came with youth.
"I must apologize for my wife's manners," he said as he reached for a second glass. "I
would have thought that she would have offered you something to drink."
"I did, love," Susan said, never once taking her eyes off the now-standing Lance. "He
told me that it was a little too early in the day for him."
"Really?" Brock said, raising one eye brow. Lance thought that he had made his first
mistake by refusing the offer, but Brock shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the
couch holding his own glass. "Each to his own," he commented. "Now suppose we get
right down to business, right? Do you mind if Susan takes a look at your sketches with
us? I find that she often sees things I might miss."
Lance glanced at the lovely woman, who had already stood and started to walk to the
couch. Her long strides reminded Lance of a cat stalking its prey, and when she took
her seat, Lance noticed that he could do nothing but sit between them, husband and
wife leaving him just enough room on the couch between them. Susan made no effort
to move her ass, not even when Lance's body was forced tightly against hers. As he sat
between the Reynolds, Lance could smell the faint scent of Susan's perfume wafting
against his nostrils, and he could see her full, sensuous breasts from this position with
the slightest turn of his head.
"I've gone through several ideas and come up with several I think you might like,"
Lance said, forcing his concentration to the business at hand. "You gave me only the
barest of specifications, but I think they were enough to come up with three concepts."
Lance found the silence in the living room uncomfortable as both Susan and Brock
waited for him to fumble through his briefcase for his drawings. Every so often, the
lovely blonde woman would shift her position, and her shapely ass would rub against
Lance's causing his cock to balloon against the confinement of his pants. He managed
to put his lascivious thoughts out of his mind as he pulled out his drawings, forcing
himself to look only at them and the man to whom he was presenting them.
"This first one is a basic design with a few new additions of my own. It's pretty
standard, and what it lacks in innovation, it makes up for in convenience. People
coming in to look at the show follow a rather linear path, and paintings can be
arranged in a variety of ways with no problems."
Brock sipped on his wine and offered no comment other than a grunt. Lance couldn't
tell if the grunt was one of approval or disappointment. He quickly breezed through the
various views of his first design, showing how it would look from different perspectives.
"The second one here is more imaginative, and as a result, a little more expensive to
build. Instead of having the show on one floor, the gallery is divided in a slightly off-set
manner, giving an illusion of size in a compact area. Also, there is more area for
paintings to be shown, assuming you want to use the staircase as part of the gallery.
The sun window in both floors allows natural lighting to take the place of artificial, and
I'm sure this would be more pleasing to any artists you might exhibit."
"Why is that?" Susan asked as she downed the last of her wine and leaned forward to
get a better look at Lance's second drawing.
Lance turned his head, his eyes dropping to the opening of Susan's robe. Her breasts
were totally exposed to him in this position, and he was certain that her nipples were
hard and sensitive, eager to be touched and pinched. With little more than a slight
stretching of his neck, he could see down her robe along the flat plane of her belly to
the top of her luscious cuntal mound. His mind raced for an answer to her question.
"Artists prefer natural light," he explained, controlling his voice as best he could. "It's
brighter than artificial lighting without being glaring."
"You seem to know a great deal about the needs of artists," she said suddenly, turning
her eyes from his drawings and focusing them at his own. For a long, tense moment,
they gazed at each other, Lance looking at the reflection of his face in the sea-blue pool
of her eyes.
"I... I was once engaged to an art student in college," he said, his voice barely above a
whisper.
"Oooooo... so you're not married now?" Susan asked, her face broken with a strange
smile of satisfaction.
"No... I'm... I'm not married." He almost told them that he was living with a woman at
the moment, but he thought the better of it. There was something about Brock that
gave Lance the impression that his current activities might not be understood. Until he
knew how Brock felt about things like pre-marital sex, he thought he would just cool it.
There was no need to alienate anyone.
"Could I see the third drawing?" Brock said in a very casual voice.
Lance sighed, believing that he was making a less than praiseworthy presentation. He
brought out the last of his plans, one that he was especially proud of. He had worked
longer on this last one than on any of the others, mostly because its design was such a
drastic departure from the ordinary that the problems had taken longer to work out.
"This one is my personal favorite," he said, the pride he felt coming through in his
voice. "The walls are made of glass, allowing a maximum of light to come in. The
gallery is a series of halls around the central lobby, and the whole thing is three stories
tall. The possibilities for the lobby itself are endless. It's large enough to house
sculpture, a board of paintings, a fountain... just about anything. The major problem, as
you can see, is that the top story is larger than the first. I've spent a great deal of time
working out the basic foundation needs for this design, and Boston is very fortunate to
be situated in an area where this design would work. No earthquakes, no high winds,
and the roof could be modified to take care of snow and rain problems."
"This third one looks as though it would be incredibly expensive to build."
"Yes... it would be expensive, but not out of the question," Lance said, coming to the
defense of his design. "I wouldn't have presented it if I thought it would be out of the
question."
Brock pulled out a pencil-thin cigar from inside his coat pocket and lit it, all the while
never once taking his eyes off the third drawing. He flipped through the other floor
plans, showing the building from different angles. Lance was certain that he was
thinking through the building costs of this strange and innovative design. In a way, the
young architect hoped that he would take a great deal of time thinking through the
numbers. Lance himself had thought long and deep about them, and he was certain
that Brock would come to the same conclusion that he had... that being that the whole
project was more possible than it at first looked.
"I like these drawings, Lance" Brock finally said after a long silence. "I naturally can't
give you an answer at this moment, but I will get back to you later on in the day, or at
the very latest, tomorrow."
Lance could feel all his hopes dissolving with those words. He had heard them so many
times before that they seemed like little more than a polite brush off. He forced a smile
and collected his drawings, putting them carefully in his briefcase so they would not
become folded.
"I'll show you to the door," Susan said, getting to her feet and setting her empty glass
down on the table in front of the couch. Lance followed her through the house, so lost
in his mounting despair and frustration that he hardly noticed the sensual swaying of
her hips. When they got to the front door, well out of sight from her husband, the
lovely blonde woman pressed herself just a little too tightly against Lance for his
comfort.
"You know, Lance" she said in a voice that was deep and husky, "I wouldn't worry too
much about having to wait for an answer. Brock gives the appearance of being a hard
business man, but I think I can make him reach a decision that would be very favorable
to you... and in a very short time."
The young college graduate looked at her, trying to read the expression on her face.
"Are you telling me that you'll try and get him to accept one of my designs?" he asked,
hardly able to believe that this young lovely woman would do something like that.
"I'm telling you that I'll do everything I can," she said, the lower part of her nearly
naked body pressing lightly against the swollen expanse of Lance's pants-covered penis.
"Of course, you'll have to pay a little price for my services."
Lance tilted his head slightly as he tried to understand what she was driving at.
"What price would that be?"
"Oooooo... nothing you wouldn't want to pay, I'm sure. But that's all in the near future.
I'll tell you what. If Brock doesn't call you by tomorrow, I will."
With that, she opened up the front door, and Lance was certain this time that she gave
him a little wink. The almost predatory smile on her full lips blazed into his memory,
and his face was riddled with confusion as she closed the door.
Susan stood at the inside of the door for a moment before sauntering into the living
room. There, Brock had lit another thin cigar and refilled his wine glass.
"You look as though you were really taken with young Lance," Brock observed.
Susan merely smiled, then grunted a stifled chuckle.
"And you weren't fooling me with that cute little 'Don't call us, we'll call you' act. It
just isn't you, and you know it."
Brock broke out into a peal of laughter. "That's right love," he said. "But what Lance
doesn't know won't hurt me. I'm pretty certain that he's gone over the figures for all
those designs. He knows what he's talking about, and he knows his work. I just want
him to sweat a little. Better he does it with me than some of the real butchers in the
world."
"I know what you're talking about, lover. I was thinking the same thing," his young
wife answered. "But I wouldn't hold off for too long. He might get the idea that you
aren't interested in his work, and if he goes to someone else, you'll want to kick
yourself in the ass for letting him go."
"You'd better listen to your own words," Brock said. "I could tell the way you were
looking at that cock of his. Jesus, I'll bet that if I hadn't been around, you would have
fucked him right here and now."
Susan closed her eyes and smiled, trying to imagine what Lance would look like naked,
and how he would feel with his well muscled body pressed against hers.
"Listen... how would you like to handle him on your own?" Brock finally said. "I'll be
away at the office all day tomorrow, and you can really show him a good time. Maybe
he'll come down a little on his price if he thinks I'll be jealous because my wife is
fucking him on the side."
She purred her approval at his plan, then squealed in delight as she opened her arms
and fell against him. For a long time, their lips met and their tongues explored the
caverns of each other's mouth. Until she had met Brock, Susan was certain that there
wasn't a man alive who agreed with her views on marriage. She had learned a long time
ago that sex and love could be separated, and that having fun in bed was just that... fun.
Most of the men she knew thought that they owned her lock, stock and barrel, but not
Brock. In her husband she found a man who believed that sex was something to be
shared with as many people as possible. It was something that far too many people kept
repressed in themselves. Things like that made for very unhappy people, and unhappy
people were no good to anyone. Both Susan and Brock had their little flings, and often
would tell each other about them. Rather than destroying their marriage, they found
that fucking other people actually brought them closer to each other. Since no two
people were the same, they both learned things that they could use with each other. It
had been this totally open philosophy that kept their marriage going strong for three
years, and as long as it worked, neither of them saw any reason to tamper with the
formula for success.

* * *

Having used most of his pocket money on he cab getting to the Reynolds' home, Lance
found that he was forced to take a sub-way home. All during the trip, he couldn't get
the thought out of his mind that Susan Reynolds had really come on to him. There was
no doubt in his mind that she was all set and eager to have him fuck her... and she
didn't even give a shit that her husband was in the room with them. Jesus! How could a
man keep a wife like that? he asked himself over and over again. Lance couldn't believe
that a man like Brock wouldn't notice that his wife came on to men. Maybe their
marriage was little more than a convenience... something for tax purposes. He knew
one thing, though. As much as he wanted to fuck Susan, he was going to play a "handsoff" 
policy. He didn't want to do anything that would make as powerful a man as Brock
Reynolds pissed off at him. He was going to play it straight right on down the line. The
last thing he needed at this point was a jealous husband with the ability to make things
impossible for him in Boston. And Brock Reynolds certainly had that power.


Chapter 3

Picking through the salad she had ordered, Cindy Kitteredge tried hard not to look at
Neville Putnam. She had met him only once before, but she had forgotten what he
looked like. Now that she was sitting across the table from him, she began to wish that
she had never agreed to meet him for lunch. He was a loud, boisterous person with all
the social graces of a charging bull. He made no secret of the fact that he wanted to
make love to her, "show her a good time" as he put it. That had been one of the first
things he'd said to her when the met at a small, quiet eating place, and Cindy had
thought then that he was merely joking. As the lunch progressed, though, she could tell
that he was deadly serious. His knee was pressed against hers all during lunch, and his
obvious staring at her breasts, sensually outlined by her tight-fitting pale blue blouse,
made Cindy feel naked and defenseless. Every so often, his hand would rest on hers,
and even though she pulled it away each time, Neville didn't seem to take the hint.
Still, Cindy wanted to have her work shown, and if this was the price she would have to
pay, she decided that she would go through with it... or at least think more than twice
before she made a firm refusal.
Neville was dressed in a leisure suit, the kind that has its distinction in being as bland
as possible, hiding things like paunches and general flabbiness. To a normal person,
Neville wouldn't appear any different than the ordinary man, but Cindy had the trained
eye of an artist. She could see that Neville was little more than a fat slob, the kind who
has always gotten what he wanted, the kind who over-eats and under-exercises. It
showed in his manner and his body. At least if he had been somewhat handsome,
Cindy wouldn't have been so repulsed by him. As it was, though, she knew that even if
she went through with what he had in mind, it would take every ounce of strength she
could muster.
"So, Mr. Putnam," she said, finally looking up for the first time in a long time from her
meal, "what do you think about my paintings?"
"Hum? Oh, yes, your work," he said, finally managing to take his eyes away from her
breasts and look her straight in her eyes. "Well, like I told you earlier, a great deal
depends on you. Things are pretty competitive, ya know. In this business, we all have to
do things we might not like... 'course, something like that shouldn't be too hard for a
good-looking woman like you to understand."
He punctuated his sentence with a leering grin that made Cindy's blood run cold.
Memories of her last night with Lance came back to her. If she couldn't do what Lance
wanted, how could she do what Neville wanted? Of course, there was something new
added this time... the promise of success at last. Even though Neville hadn't told her as
much, she was pretty certain that if she played along with him, he would show her
work in his studio. True, his wasn't the only studio in Boston, nor was it even the most
famous. But a new artist has to start somewhere, and she could certainly do worse for
herself.
She lowered her head, trying to think of something to say, when her thoughts were
broken by the loud throaty laugh of the man sitting across from her.
"NIVEN!!" he practically yelled at the top of his lungs. "Niven Bradbury. What the fuck
are you doing here?"
Cindy looked up first at Neville's smiling face, then turned around to see who he was
shouting at. She knew at once. Niven Bradbury was well known to anyone who dealt in
the world of art. She was the front runner of a new breed of gallery directors, and the
only one in the Boston area who was a woman. Cindy had seen pictures of her many
times, but seeing her in person was like looking at a total stranger. The pictures didn't
do her justice one bit.
Niven was a stunning woman nearly six feet tall. Her long flowing ebony hair billowed
in the gentle spring wind, exposing her classically featured face. Her eyes were narrow,
as though she were squinting in the sun, and her whole appearance was that of a
woman who knew what she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. It had been
that drive that had made her one of the most successful women that the Eastern art
establishment had ever known. She was dressed in a tight black one-piece outfit that fit
her like a second skin. Cindy's eye saw that she wore no bra at all, and if she wore
panties, there were no seams showing under the garment. Her tanned skin seemed to
blaze sharply from her coal black outfit, and she walked into the eating area as though
she owned it. As she passed from behind a table, Cindy noticed the animal that had
become her trademark... a jet black German shepherd she knew to be named Marvel.
Niven never traveled anywhere without the dog, and even those places that did not
allow pets made an exception in Niven's case.
"Well, Neville," Niven said as she took an empty seat at their table. "Are you trying to
make this young girl believe that you can really help her?"
The obese man gave a hearty laugh at her question, and Cindy, feeling slightly
embarrassed, looked away from Neville to Niven.
"I'm Cindy Kitteredge," she introduced herself. "Neville is thinking about showing my
painting in his gallery." She smiled sweetly as she said it, hoping that she would make a
good impression on this woman.
"I'm sure he's thinking about a lot more than that Niven said with a slight turning of
her head.
Marvel walked around and lay down between Cindy and Neville, lifting his great head
and pressing it against Cindy's left thigh. Cindy lowered her hand and stroked the
animal, delighting in the soft feel of his silky fur. She was glad for this distraction, as it
broke an uncomfortable feeling she had been having ever since she and Neville had
been eating. As she petted the huge dog, she noticed that Niven' had brought the chair
a little closer to her, and the gallery directoress' leg was resting casually against Cindy's.
The young artist gave it no thought, however. Maybe Niven was just being friendly.
"So you think you want to be an artist," Niven said, her voice almost grating, yet
strangely friendly at the same time. "I'm sure you know by now that such things are
easier said than done."
"I'm finding that out," Cindy said, her voice sounding politely exasperated. "Mr. Put...
uh... Neville here says he really wants to show me in his gallery, but there are a few
little details to work out yet."
Niven smiled slightly as her eyes flitted from Cindy to Neville and back again to Cindy.
"Uh huh," she said, nodding her head slightly. "And I'm sure Neville is just the one to
work them out." Then she assumed a new posture, one that was totally business like
and professional. "Listen," she said, her voice becoming abrupt and full of authority,
"never let it be said that I never tried to help out a new and budding artist. Just in case
things don't work out the way you would like, you drop by my gallery and we'll see if
we can't work out our own little deal."
Cindy's eyes brightened intently. She never thought that she would ever get the chance
to meet Niven Bradbury, let alone receive an invitation for an appointment. Her first
thought then was to tell Neville that he could forget all about showing her in his
gallery, but she thought better of it. Even though she didn't like the man, it was her
obligation to work with him first. And she had received invitations before, only to have
her work rejected. It wouldn't do to burn her bridges before she crossed them.
"Niven, much as I would like to share this new talent with you, I'm afraid that she and
I have to leave," Neville said, standing up. "Cindy, let's go to my gallery and talk about
those little details. I never like to expose my secrets with the competition."
Feeling her heart sink a little, Cindy excused herself to Niven and walked next to
Neville, giving Marvel one last glance. There had been something in the dog's eyes that
Cindy couldn't quite place... something she had never seen in any other dog. And the
way Niven looked at her... almost the same as the way Neville had been all afternoon.
Well, she told herself, it was probably nothing.
As she watched Cindy walking away with Neville, Niven smiled to herself. Then she
looked down at her loyal dog, who looked slightly disappointed for some reason.
"Don't you worry, Marvel," she said in a soothing voice as she reached out to pet the
great animal's head, "you'll have your turn with her. If she's half as innocent as she
looks, she'll come running to me when she finds out that Neville is serious. And then it
will be my turn... excuse me... our turn. Waiter...!"
Cindy found that having the little talk with Niven calmed her down a great deal. Even
though Neville was still his old loud self, Cindy sensed a slight change in him, or at
least she thought she did. He seemed to be a little more concerned with business, and
he talked about art with her as they rode a cab to his gallery. Cindy felt it was because
another gallery director had shown interest in her that Neville was suddenly more
professional, and she decided that she would press what little advantage she had, just to
see what Neville was really thinking.
"It's interesting that Niven Bradbury showed such an interest in me," she said, feeling a
little more secure in her position as an artist.
"Ahhh... I wouldn't put all that much credence in what she says," Neville said in a
slightly tired voice. "She says that to a lot of artists. Trouble is, and I'm sure you know
all about this, it's one tiling to arrange an appointment. It's another to arrange a
showing of your work."
Even though his voice was slightly condescending, Cindy nevertheless thought that she
had a small ace in the hole, something to fall back on if things didn't work out with
Neville.
They arrived at his studio, and he let both of them in.
"I thought there would be people here," she said, looking around the empty office and
feeling a little uncomfortable at all the vacant desks.
"Now... why would you think something like that?" he asked, sauntering through to his
own private office behind the row of desks. "I only have people here when I'm giving a
showing. Most of the secretaries are out working with possible artists. There's a lot of
behind-the-scenes work that a lot of people don't even think about."
He held open the door to his inner office, and Cindy walked past him, glancing around
to see that her paintings were all against a wall, each frame taped with a number.
"I took the liberty of already arranging them," he said as he closed and locked his office
door in one graceful motion, then walked to a liquor cabinet. "That was one of the
things I wanted to talk to you about... the arrangement of your work."
Cindy couldn't believe her ears! He had already gone through and arranged them. That
meant he was going to show them!
She smiled as she watched him fill two glasses with a rich, red drink.
"Why didn't you tell me you had already decided that you were going to give me a
showing?" she beamed, taking the glass that was handed her without even thinking.
Neville only smiled at her and raised his glass in a toast. It was all he could do to break
out in laughter. If there was anything he knew, it was how to make a woman just about
beg him for his cock. He had figured out this young lovely almost as soon as she had
come into his office with her work. It had been right then and there that he decided
that he would fuck her, come hell or high water. Sure she had talent, but she acted as
though she really didn't believe it. If he had told her that he would show her work only
if she let him fuck her, there was a good chance that she would just take her painting
away. But if he agreed to show her and then put the moves on her, there was an even
better chance that she would want to keep what she had, as long as her showing was a
sure thing. She has already tasted the first small bit of success. She would certainly want
to go all the way, rather than have a sure thing taken away from her.
"Now... suppose we sit down and I'll show you what I have planned," he said,
motioning her to an empty chair in front of his desk.
Cindy could just about hear what he was saying, though. She never thought that she
would finally make a showing. Sure, that had been what she had been working so hard
for, but now that she had it, she couldn't believe it. It was just too good to be true. Her
mind was filled with images of herself as the newest rising star in the art world... fame,
fortune, glamour... all were hers... or at least within her reach. She took her seat, only
vaguely aware that Neville was pulling her work out for her to see. She took another
healthy gulp of the drink in her glass. She had thought that it was only wine when she
had watched Neville pouring it, but it tasted like no other wine she had ever had. It was
much sweeter than a red wine should be, and a good deal more robust. Still, she liked
it. It had a warm soothing effect, and it didn't taste as though it would get her all that
drunk.
Neville smiled as he watched her drink what he had given her. It was just a little
insurance... something to make sure that this young cunt really didn't try and get away.
And there was no way of her knowing what she was drinking. It was hash oil, a strong
concentrate of the intoxicating ingredient in pot, flavored with the sweet syrup of .
Italian soda and just enough wine to mask everything. A little went a long way, and
Neville had never known the woman yet who needed any more than a little, "Now this,
I feel, would make a good first painting, one that will capture attention right away as
people come in."
Cindy nodded, already feeling the effects of the drink. Everything seemed to be just a
little fuzzy around the edges... and strangely funny. She looked at her painting, seeing it
as though she were looking at it for the first time. It was an abstract in pastel colors,
and the paints all seemed to blend in with each other. It was certainly a striking
painting, one of her favorites, and she nodded her approval with it as the introduction.
"Now... this one here," Neville said, "I was wondering about it. I thought it might
follow the first, but there were some things I couldn't quite understand."
Cindy stared at him as he talked. He looked and sounded as though he were on the
other side of the room. His voice was strangely tiny, as though he were speaking
through a telephone. But what shocked her most was that his body seemed to have
changed a little. He didn't appear to be the paunchy businessman she thought he was.
Now that he was talking about art, he locked professional and in total command of the
situation. 'Maybe this is what he's really like' she thought, 'a warm person who's really
interested in giving a new talent a break.' Neville continued talking, occasionally
looking up to see Cindy looking at him. He smiled slightly as he saw the obvious signs
that the concentrated hash oil was already taking effect. 'That's the nice thing about
hash,' he thought. 'No wasted time.' He could feel his cock expanding in his pants,
throbbing with anticipation as he mentally envisioned what this young bitch would
look like naked. He worked his way closer to her, all the while talking about her
painting.
"Now, Cindy... suppose you describe what this contrasting in this area is supposed to
be," he said, finally standing next to her and resting the bottom of the painting on the
floor.
The young artist was very aware of his nearness, and it sent strange little thrills running
through her body. He had been so patient with her, and even though his knee had been
pressing against hers all during lunch, she reasoned that that had been nothing at all...
just his way of showing her friendship. She was actually sorry that she had been cold to
him all that time, and she wondered if there weren't some way she could make it up to
him. She decided that she could start by being as friendly as she could.
"That area was drawn while I was watching some children out of my window... sort of
an addition to what I had in mind," she answered. "I was pretty unhappy when I did
most of it, but seeing those children reminded me of a better time."
"Good... very good," he said, pressing his buttocks up lightly against her shoulder. At
first, his touch startled her, and she thought of moving away. Then she remembered
that she wasn't going to be so cold towards him.
"You realize, of course, that these questions are just fillers for the cards that we'll attach
to your work," he told her, pulling aside her second painting and showing her the third.
Cindy listened to him talking about her third, feeling more and more relaxed. Being in
this office wasn't so bad, she thought. It was a well furnished place, and except for the
desk, it could have been someone's living room. It certainly had a homey look about it.
She began to sink in the chair a little, her mind more concerned with feeling good now
than her exhibit. She wriggled down a little, and felt her skirt rise along her lightly
crossed thighs. Neville was such a wonderful man, she thought. After all, he's the only
director who's shown any interest in me as an artist. And she could certainly do a lot
worse than having her work shown in his studio. She downed the last of her drink, and
allowed her hand to drop to one side of the overstuffed chair, dangling casually as her
muscles seemed to relax all at once.
Neville looked at her, and knew that the drug had taken full effect. She didn't care
about her paintings at the moment, he knew. She knows I'm going to show her. Now
let's see how much else she knows!
He extended his hand and brushed it casually against her exposed knee, then ran it
teasingly up her leg.
Instantly, Cindy stiffened as she felt a stirring of the same sensations Lance used to
bring her. Since the time she had told him she never wanted to see him again, she had
never allowed any other man to touch her. But that had been mainly due to the fact
that her work took up so much of her time. And now, this kind, wonderful man was
making a pass at her... a very obvious pass at that, something she would never have
allowed Lance to do, except that once.
She had always regretted kicking him out like that. If she could only have given him the
love he wanted... needed. She knew she should have been more understanding with
him. She could have called to apologize and try and work things out. But her pride had
gotten in her way, and she hadn't done it.
Now she was being given another chance at the pleasures she had been denying herself.
True, she hardly knew this man, but he had done so much for her... and he wanted to
make her a success in the art world!
A little spurt of excitement raced through her blood as Neville's hand trailed lightly up
her thighs. She felt a strangely warm tingle there... in her vagina, and she was tom
between two conflicting thoughts. One that she really shouldn't do what he was silently
suggesting with a man she wasn't married to. The other was that she wanted to show
this man how much she appreciated what he had already done for her. She reasoned
that if she didn't go along with him, he might decide not to show her work at all, even
though he had it all planned out.
She was finding it hard to think clearly, and the few drops of moisture seeping from her
cuntal lips onto the fringe of golden down surrounding them weren't making things
any easier.
Her head felt more and more fuzzy, as though it were filled with cotton batting, and her
thoughts came in an illogical order. She had trouble putting them into any sequence at
all. Her head whirled as she sensed the headiness on his nearness to her. The thrills
that were coursing through her body became stronger as she realized that he had
slipped his hand up from her thigh and was pressing his palm against her breast from
behind! His fingers slipped through the upper opening and touched the lace of her bra.
He began to slowly stroke the tender round globe of her nakedly cupped breast,
running his finger maddeningly over the sensitive surface of her firm flesh. Cindy flexed
under the sudden assault, and pulled forwards slightly as he grasped one tiny throbbing
nipple between his thumb and forefinger, massaging the little bud into a hard knob. He
whispered something in her ear that made her flush and shiver, and then went on,
kneading her succulent breast between his fingers while the flood of excitement and
pleasure she had felt only once before washed over her.
Now Neville had brought his body around to her front, and his free hand began
crawling with a lust-provoking slowness along her leg, creeping closer, ever closer to
her vagina, his finger snaking under the elastic legband of her thin nylon panties. With
a gentle pressure, he parted Cindy's closed thighs, and then began to tease at the light
sprinkling of golden vaginal hair there at the base of her belly.
Cindy closed her eyes and tried to reason away the pleasure his touch was bringing her.
But the thought that she wanted to make him as happy as he could make her successful
was overwhelming. The seep of moisture between her thighs swelled to a flood, soaking
the flimsy crotchband of her panties, and she abandoned herself to the pleasures at
hand, letting the sensations sear through her. This was an exchange, she told herself.
I'm giving him myself as a seal on an agreement. And it did feel good... sssoooooo
gggoooddd! As good as when Lance did this! Better!
She leaned back, relaxed again, as Neville continued his maddening ministrations.
Suddenly a little gurgling moan welled from Cindy's throat, escaped her half parted
lips, as Neville's middle finger pushed aside the soft fleecy curls of her pubic hair and
wormed its way between the moist walls of her softly yielding pussy. She groaned softly
and squirmed her open cunt down against the impaling finger, her breath coming in
sharp, short gasps, as her whole torso quivered and quaked beneath this new invasion.
He began to turn and twist his probing finger teasingly around up inside, expanding
Cindy's tight little virginal hole with each rotation. The wild taunting of her now
stretched cuntal channel sent waves of fire roaring through her trembling body, white
hot flames licking at her loins, amplified a thousandfold by the hash oil.
She slumped back against the huge chair in her daze, her eyes shut tightly, her mind
closed, wiped bare of thought and reason. Nothing mattered but her success... and the
satisfaction of the flames burning in her pussy.
She felt Neville's hand leaving her breast and fumble around behind her, find the zipper
of her skirt and pull it down, then return to her blouse and open the buttons, slowly,
one at a time. With a brisk motion of his hand, he pulled her blouse away from her
body, and slipped her bra away from her shoulders. Cindy struggled against her passion
filled mind, torn between the need to satisfy the wild flames induced in her and the
faint knowledge that this was something that went against things she believed in...
things that had already cost her the man she was to marry!
And then she felt the cool air blast against her naked breasts as Neville finally removed
the lacy cloth of her bra. He moved quickly in front of her, kneeling in front between
her knees, and fastened his mouth over the small quivering bud of her nipple. His
tongue darted out, laving the protuberance, licking it, teasing it into a stiff little
erection. He began to suck on the tender bud, delicately at first, then with increasing
pressure, as if it were some sweet, sun-ripened berry from which he must extract the
last drop of goodness.
With a soft sucking sound, Neville pulled his finger from the warm, moist channel of
her wetly throbbing cunt, slipped his hand under her round, smooth buttocks, lifting
her from the chair and drawing her to the floor, while his other hand trailed a slow,
teasing path from her breasts along the soft, unresisting belly, to tug at the sheer cloth
of her panties, ease under the elastic waistband then slide it down over her quivering
hips and thighs, leaving her skirt in a small blanket on the chair. She jerked back
automatically as a ripple of cold air wafted across her glistening, naked pussy.
His middle finger sought the center of her naked loins again as she lay next to him. He
teased thrillingly at the full mound of gold pubic hair there, then suddenly curled down
into the moist ready slit between her widespread thighs. Gently the tip stroked the
throbbing bud of her clitoris, coaxing it into a quivering erection, while Cindy moaned
at the little shocks of pleasure that stabbed through her. Once more he parted the pink
fleshy lips of her moist little vagina, once more his finger burrowed deep into the hotly
pulsating cuntal passage and Cindy squirmed and bucked beneath it in wild abandon.
Everything seemed like a dream to her, moving in slow motion through the haze of her
drug-induced state. Somewhere, deep within the recesses of her mind, she heard a voice
telling her that this was something she shouldn't be doing... that if she couldn't do it
with the man she was going to marry, she certainly shouldn't do it with a man she
hardly knew. But there was no way she could stop herself now. Neville was far more
deliberate in his actions than Lance had been, and she was filled to the brim with the
sensations that flowed through her blood, warming it and sending it racing through her
veins.
She heard the metallic sound of a zipper as the gallery director opened his fly, and then
felt the hard, fleshy rod of his blood-filled cock burst forth, to press against the soft,
cool flesh of the outside of one thigh. She moaned and turned to stare at his huge,
jutting member. God! She knew right then and there what he had in mind. There was
no longer any doubt about it. And she had to face the fact that she wanted it as badly as
he did... more so. She wanted to feel his cock in her more than anything else in the
world.
"I'm going to fuck you," Neville said in a soothing voice, a voice that took away the last
of her fear. "I'm going to fuck you, and I know that you want me to."
Cindy couldn't speak. Her eyes were fixed in the massive spear-like penis jutting from
his hairy loins, hardly hidden by the slight paunch he had. She opened her mouth,
trying to put into words the last iota of her resistance... the thought that this might still
be wrong, since she was not married to him.
But her desire for success was overriding, and she knew that if she was ever to become
famous and rich, it would start right here and now. And she wanted to show how much
she appreciated what Neville was doing for her.
Taking her silence as approval, he bent down and grasped her ankles, spreading her
thighs wider and wider until she let out a gasp of slight pain. Then he grasped his 
lustengorged cock in his hand and guided it down towards her still hotly pulsating pussy
lips spread openly before him. Cindy held her breath, remembering what had happened
the last time this situation had occurred. Then she had been frightened, but not nearly
as aroused as she was now. Her only thought now was that his cock was too large...
that she would never be able to take it all the way up inside her cunt. He would split
her in two! She was sure of it! She stared, mesmerized by the very size of his penis. It
looked much larger than she remembered Lance's, and she gasped as he slowly,
teasingly parted the soft silky strands of her pubic hair with the swollen head of his
mammoth cock, until he found the tight elastic opening of her vagina. He prodded his
huge rod against the fleshy cuntal lips, parting them as easily as he had parted the hairs
of her pubic curls, and then began to fuck it into the narrow moist channel, until Cindy
felt the tight protective ring that guarded the open passage up between her wide-held
thighs stretch almost unbearably.
It suddenly occurred to her that he did not know she was still a virgin, and she opened
her mouth to tell him. No words came out though. As she took a deep breath to warn
him, he fucked his massive cock in one smooth stroke up into the seething wet passage
of her tight young cunt. For the briefest possible moment, his penis stopped at the
membrane of her virginity, and then it seemed as though her cuntal muscles gave way.
She could feel the thickness of her penis slithering deep up into her hot, throbbing
cuntal sheath.
Cindy's breath hitched in her throat as she became aware of a stabbing pain in her
vagina, and a river of heated blood that came with the tearing of her maidenhood. Her
eyes opened, and she stared at the ceiling, her mouth hanging open and her face
contorted in a mask of agony that seemed to last an eternity.
And then it was over.
The burning pain that had come with the loss of her vaginal protection was gone as
quickly as it appeared, and she was left with nothing but the sensation of having a
man's penis deep in her belly. She groaned then, and ground her buttocks in an effort
to accommodate the strange presence, while his huge shaft speared into her like a
sword plunging up to the hilt in its sheath. Her lips began to twitch and tremble in
excitement, and then little spasms of pleasure, the likes of which she had never felt even
when she fingered her cunt, began to flow through her, touching every cell in her body
from head to toe. Her velvety little pussy seemed to catch fire, and the white hot flames
licked deep into her belly, making her wish that she had done this long ago. The
feelings were delightful, and obliterated every thought in her mind. No longer was she
doing this for her own success, or to show Neville how much she appreciated all that he
was going to do for her. The only thing of which she was aware was the mounting
storm gathering between her legs... a storm that would break with a force hitherto
unknown in all her life.
Now Neville arched backwards, withdrawing the rigidly throbbing pole of his cock,
entered the nakedly squirming young woman again, began to fuck back and forth,
driving his penis into her open cunt like a machine-driven piston. She churned and
thrashed beneath him, delighting in the mounting of sensations in her own body with
every deep entry he made into her. She abandoned herself completely to the pleasure
that seared through her. Love it... love it... love it, she thought to herself in mindless
passion. This was the most wonderful thing she had ever known, and she hoped it
would never stop.
Her face was contorted with passion now, and little cries of ecstasy escaped her parted
lips. Neville ground in and out, then arched back again, and slid his hands under the
sensually quivering mounds of her buttocks, raising them at the same time as he fucked
his rigid cock deep into her. Another moan escaped her lips, and then she jerked back
convulsively, to instinctively wind her smooth, warm legs around his hips. Her
throbbing moist little vagina clasped his iron-stiff penis and held it as Cindy, for the
first time in her life, surrendered to the pleasures of the flesh. Suddenly she felt the
tantalizing slap of Neville's sperm-filled balls against her deliciously upturned buttocks,
slapping against the ring of her anus and sending shivers of delight searing through her
body.
Nothing mattered to her now, not her former life with Lance and the reason they had
broken up... not the fact that this went against all that she held dear to her... not even
the fact that this could launch her on a new and wonderful career. Nothing mattered
but the wild fires of lust which raged out of control in her hungrily throbbing young
cunt. She twisted in wild abandon under Neville's hard-fucking penis, and then,
suddenly, an insane cry broke from her lips.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!! I'M CCCCUUUMMMMMIINNNGG!!!!"
Her head rolled from side to side, her mouth hung open in her passionate ecstasy, and
then the warm juices of her cum spilled forth, trickling down to flow around and over
Neville's still heavily fucking cock, to trickle out and flow wetly down the crevice of her
buttocks.
Above Cindy, Neville groaned, driving faster and faster, like a lust-maddened animal,
his throbbing balls seeming about to burst with their load of white, hot milky sperm.
Suddenly, the viscous fluid surged the length of his ballooned penis, squirted forth in
searing, powerful streams to fill to the brim the still clasping, sucking channel of her
hungrily absorbing little pussy.
Drained of all strength, Cindy collapsed on the floor, her legs splayed widely to the
sides, as Neville lifted his buttocks and slipped his deflating penis from the wetly
glistening hole of her pussy, thin strands of his sperm following down her naked thighs.
For a long while, the two of them lay side by side, panting and gasping for breath. Bit
by bit, Cindy felt her sanity return, and as it did, she finally realized what had
happened. She had let a man fuck her... a man she hardly knew, a man she found to be
almost totally unattractive.
For a moment, the thought frightened her, but then she remembered that he was going
to show her art work in his gallery, and the feeling of satisfaction at finally having made
it washed away any thoughts of shame she would have felt otherwise. She gathered all
her strength and opened her eyes, turning her head to look at the man who was going
to make all her dreams come true.
"When are you going to put my work on display?" she asked, her voice crackling
slightly with her exhaustion.
For a long while, Neville did not answer. She could hear his deep breathing, and she
felt his chest heaving up and down as though he was too worn out from his fucking to
answer. Finally, though, she heard him sigh.
"Well, now," he said, his voice sounding strangely cold and distant, "that's something
I'm afraid we're going to have to work on."
"I... I don't understand," she said, forcing a smile to her pretty lips. "I thought that you
said there were just a few details to work out."
"Yeah... I said that, and one of them is a repeat performance of what just happened."
Cindy sat up quickly, her brow furrowed as she gazed at the man laying next to her on
the floor.
"A repeat performance?" she asked, as though she couldn't be sure she had heard
correctly.
"That's right," Neville answered, finally coming to a sitting position. "I've got big plans
for you, and not all of them have to do with the world of art. You didn't really think I
was going to take a chance with an unknown talent without at least some returns, now
did you?"
He smiled as he talked, and Cindy could see that she had been tricked into believing
that she was going to get something for nothing. She should have known better, she
thought to herself. She should have followed her first feelings about this man.
"What... what plans," she stammered, hoping that they were things she would be able
to meet. After she had tasted her first bit of possible success, she hoped it would not all
be taken away from her.
"Well... you're one great little cunt," Neville said, standing and getting dressed. "And I
can see that you have a lot of mileage left in you. Someone ought to take good use of
your talents. And believe you me, they aren't all confined to a paint brush and canvas.
If you can fuck like that, I'm sure you can suck a cock like no other woman I know. I'd
love to give that a try right now, but unfortunately, I have pressing work to do. Maybe
later in the day. If I can find the time, that is."
Cindy watched dumbfounded as Neville went about getting ready for afternoon work,
totally ignoring her as she sat naked on his office floor. She couldn't believe what he
was telling her. It was just too... too... She didn't know, but she could see that she was
going to have to pay a very high price for what she wanted.
"Well... come on, now," he said as he took a seat behind his desk. "I'm sure you have
things that you have to do. You won't get them done if you just sit there."
The two of them stared at each other, each waiting for the other to move first. Cindy
was the first to weaken. Realizing that she had no other choice but to leave, she slowly
dressed, aware that the burning eyes of the art director were watching her every move.
Then a thought hit her. Perhaps Neville thought that he would toy with her, make her
come crawling to him whenever he snapped his fingers. Well, hadn't Niven Bradbury
told her just a little while ago that if things didn't work out, Cindy could come to her?
Looking at her painting on the floor, laying next to the little warm pool of her cum,
Cindy pursed her lips in deep thought. Reaching her decision, she bent down and
picked up her work.
"And just where do you think you're going with those," Neville asked in a voice he
would have used with a small child.
"I'm going to find someone who won't play games with me," was her answer. "I don't
think I have to put up with you."
She said it with determination in her voice, hoping that it would hide the insecurity she
really felt. If Neville was going to give her a showing, someone else would too... and
without asking as much.
"Right," Neville said sarcastically. "You go out into the real world and see how far you
get. I'm sure that there are a lot of gallery directors that will give an unknown like you
a big chance. Maybe even Niven Bradbury." He ended his sentence with a throaty laugh
that burned through Cindy's mind and soul.
"That's exactly where I'm going," the young blond girl said as she lifted her head up
high, trying to recapture some of her pride. "I'm going to her and let her handle my
work."
"Just remember one thing," Neville called to her as she walked out of his office. "I'll
always be around, though the price might be a little higher... just in case things don't
work out too well between you and Niven."
Cindy slammed the door behind her as hard as she could. Her head was still spinning
from the effects of the hash oil, but she was determined that she would make it. She
had to. Even though he might think so, Neville wasn't the only director in Boston.
There had to be others who would give her a break without demanding what he did.
She had come so far, only to have her dreams dashed against reality. But she had
weathered this, and she could go on.
At least she hoped she could!


Chapter 4

Gina was in class the next day when Lance was sitting at his drafting table, trying to
put his future into some sort of order. Everything seemed totally black, as though there
was nothing he could do that would straighten out his mess. All his hopes had been
placed in landing the Reynolds project, and it began to look as though he wouldn't get
it. He'd made some phone calls when he'd come back the day before, people with
whom he'd left a few ideas. None of them had paid off, though, and with each rejection,
he sank lower and lower into the pit of despair.
And there was Gina to contend with. After spending just a little time in the presence of
Susan Reynolds, Lance could see Gina for what she really was... a nice lay, a nice kid, a
nice person, but little more than that. She had none of the depth of character Susan, or
Cindy, for that matter, had. In time, certainly after she graduated, Gina would become
a full grown woman. But as long as she was in college, she could avoid all the trials that
real life presented. Lance had been that route before... more than a year ago when he
had still been in college. He knew it was time for him to emotionally mature, and as
long as he stayed with Gina, he would not. It was as though he was still afraid to admit
to himself that he was finally out of college.
His choices were clear. He could stay with Gina, and at least not be totally alone, or he
could tell her that living with her was holding him down, and make it on his own while
looking for someone who could give him more.
He would have to go for the second choice. He was only fooling himself as long as he
stayed with the lovely perky little red-head. He knew she would be able to take care of
herself well enough. She might be a little hurt when he told her, but that would pass
soon enough. And maybe they could still be friends afterwards.
Having reached his decision, he picked up his drafting pencil and fried to immerse
himself in work. He would talk to Gina as soon as she came home from class. The best
way, he knew, would be to come right out and tell her, without beating around the
bush. But work came slowly and hard. The whole thing seemed so useless when he
wasn't sure that it would pay off in the end. He was merely drawing lines on a piece of
paper. Without direction and purpose, all his ideas weren't worth shit.
The ringing of the telephone startled him, and he stared at it while it rang twice. His
first thought was that it was probably Gina telling him that she would be late in coming
home. Might as well answer it, he thought.
Picking it up, he said hello as though he really didn't want to talk.
"Well, now," said a woman's voice at the other end. "It sounds as though we had a hard
night last night."
At first he couldn't place the voice, and then he knew. It was Susan Reynolds'! Now
what the hell did she want? Brock couldn't have made his decision already, could he?
"Good morning, uh... Susan," he answered. "No, I didn't have a hard night. I was just
trying to get some work done, and I thought you might be someone else."
Her low grunting chuckle made him a little apprehensive, but as he envisioned her
lovely petite body, his cock throbbed with eager anticipation. He'd love to get into her
tight little cunt, but he knew that was totally out of the question. The last thing he
wanted to do was fool around with a married woman. Any married woman. Husbands
had a nasty tendency to get pissed off at things like that.
"I called to ask if you could come over this morning," she said, her voice dripping with
seduction. "There are a few things about your designs that still have to be gone over."
Lance's cock deflated instantly as he thought that he had landed the project. It would be
wonderful if that happened, and fucking Susan, Gina, or anyone else, for that matter,
wouldn't make a bit of difference.
"What did Brock want to know?" he asked, hoping that he could pump a little
information from her to make his presentation just that much easier.
"We'll talk about it when you come," she said in a low voice. "You are coming, aren't
you?"
"Huh? Oh... sure. Right as rain. I'll be there as soon as I can get a cab."
He hung up the phone immediately, then dialed for a cab. The only thought running
through his mind was that he was at last going to make it. Success was within his reach,
and he sure as hell wasn't going to do anything that would fuck it up. He was certain
that he could put up with the teasing Susan was sure to give him as long as Brock was
going to be there. Besides, he asked himself,' how far could she go with her husband
sitting next to him? Becoming a success was the most important thing. After he made
it, he could fuck all the women he wanted. A little abstinence now would pay off a
thousand fold. That was where the formula for success lay, he thought as he saw his cab
arrive. Being willing to go without for a little while.

* * *

"Do come in," Susan said as she opened the front door for him, stepping to one side
and allowing him to enter. She was holding a glass of wine in her hand, actually
dangling it loosely in her fingers. Lance tightened his grip on his briefcase and lowered
it, trying to hide the tenting of his pants caused by his erection. Susan was dressed in
her all but see-through gown, which revealed that she wore neither panties or a bra
underneath. She was just as lovely, just as alluring as he remembered her being, and
Lance was grateful that Brock would be around. As before, he knew it would take all his
strength just to keep from fucking her.
She sauntered past him and entered the living room, heading straight for the bar there.
"Is it still too early in the day for you?" she asked, holding up a flask of wine.
Lance almost said yes, but decided that a little celebration might be in order. Besides,
his nerves were all but shattered with the anticipation of success. A little wine might be
just the thing to calm him down enough.
"Sure... what the hell?" he said, forcing a smile. Susan chuckled again as she filled his
glass nearly to the brim. Then she walked slowly to where he was sitting on the couch
and handed it to him.
"I hope you like it," she said as she sipped on her own. "It's a Rhine wine, but not one
that is easily found around here. We brought this bottle back with us when we went to
Europe last spring." Lance tested it, and found it surprisingly mild. Though it was red,
it was still sweet, and the after-taste was one that lingered delightfully.
"Now... shall we get down to business? Susan asked, twisting her body to offer Lance a
virtually unhindered view of her sensually formed body. Automatically, his eyes fell to
her nearly exposed breasts, and he noticed that her nipples were already .firm and erect.
Her breathing was slightly labored, and she inched her buttocks on the couch until they
were nearly touching his.
"Don't you think that we should wait until Brock comes down?" he asked, feeling his
forehead break out in a nervous sweat.
"Silly," she laughed. "Brock is at work. He won't be home for hours. I brought you over
to talk to me... not him."
Lance's mouth dropped slightly, and his cock gave a little lurch in his pants. This is
senseless, he thought to himself. I'd better get the hell out of here before I do
something I'll regret for the rest of my life. If Brock caught me with his wife... He
shuddered at that thought. Brock could really make life hard if not impossible for him
in Boston. In the whole Atlantic Seaboard, for that matter.
Forcing his mind to a sense of discipline, he cleared his throat and asked, "Well... what
would you like to know?"
Susan ran the tip of her wet tongue lightly along her luscious lips before she answered.
Then she took a deep breath and thrust her breasts towards him in such a way that he
was looking down the opening of her robe and gazing at the full, rounded mounds
almost against his will.
"You could tell me if fucking that little red-head you live with is everything you want it
to be," she said, lounging back slightly.
Lance's breath and heart stopped as he heard her question. Without asking, it was
obvious to him that already Brock had done a little checking up on his life-style, and he
took some offense at that. Who he fucked was really none of Reynolds' business, project
notwithstanding. He wondered if he should even honor the question with an answer,
and decided that he would.
"Gina... that's her name... Gina and I are old friends, and uh, yes... being in bed with
her is pretty good."
He answered with as straight a face as he could muster, and couldn't quite Figure out
the little smile she gave him as she listened to him.
"That's odd... I would think that a man like you would rather have a real woman
instead of a college girl. But then, who am I to say?"
Lance felt a little flush under his collar. This subject matter was getting to him,
reminding him that he had been thinking just that not more than half an hour ago.
Susan was carrying and holding her body as though she knew he couldn't take his eyes
off her. Every now and then she would shift her position, offering him a full view of
either her breasts or the golden triangle of her cuntal mound, visible through the sheer
cloth of her gown. She sipped on her glass and looked at Lance over the edge, as
though she were sizing him up for some sort of kill. Lance, trying to put the thought of
fucking this married woman out of his mind, sipped on his own wine, and felt his head
reacting to the alcohol this early in the day. Try as he might, he could not pull his eyes
away from the lovely view her shapely form offered him. One moment, his eyes were
focused on her breasts, delighting in her hardened nipples gazing back at him like a
second set of eyes. Their brownness was enticing, inviting, arousing, and his fingers
trembled with eagerness to reach out and touch them. She had moved close enough to
him so that her breasts occasionally grazed across his arm, and he could tell that her
mounds were hard and firm.
Then she would alter her position ever so slightly, and Lance would be presented with a
totally different view, that of her sensuous vagina, glistening through her robe with the
fluids of her passion that were already seeping through her passion-flushed cuntal lips.
His eyes traveled down from her breasts to her cunt, and he could see that her pussy
was nibbling slightly, making an almost imperceptible sucking motion against the air
between her full, well-rounded thighs. Gina, in all her loveliness, couldn't hold a candle
to this woman, who was doing all she could to tease him into fucking her.
Lance knew he had better change the subject before things got totally out of hand.
"Uh... don't you want to talk about my drawings?" he asked, taking a healthy slug on
his drink to cover up the fact that he wanted her.
"Oooohhhhh... not really," she said, sliding just a little closer to him and crossing one
evenly tanned leg over the other. As she did, her robe, as useless as it had been before,
was now actually a weapon against Lance's defenses. The hem rode high up on her
thighs, almost all the way to her cunt, revealing completely a long expanse of her
beautiful, flawless flesh. He heard her take a deep breath, and a flush rose from his
collar again, but he couldn't take his eyes from her provocative lushness now. His penis
spasmed once, twice, inside his pants with beginning arousal, and he could feel his balls
filling with sperm. God... The pain in his testicles was becoming almost unbearable, and
it threatened to nearly burst his balls as she said, "I would much rather talk about you."
Lance reeled back as though he had been struck in the face. Susan's voice was smooth,
soft and very seductive. She smiled as he pulled away from her, hitting his body on the
back of the couch and jerking his head. Susan could feel the initial warm seepings of
excitement begin to flow down between her legs as she thought of what would be
taking place in the next hour. Ooohhh... she was going to take Lance's penis for a ride
he would never forget. Never.
She took his now empty glass from him, and dropped her eyes to the front of his pants.
She could see his cock pulsating there, and she knew that he was turned on as she was.
Now there remained only the dispelling of his fear of fucking her. Her cuntal juices
began to flow faster with her increased anticipation as she saw the massive adequacy of
Lance's cock clearly outlined in his pants.
She bounced up from the couch in a slow, easy motion as she prepared to re-fill his
glass. Lance took the opportunity to stand up himself and try and think of a way out of
this.
"Uh... Mrs. Reynolds" he stammered, "I really think that I'd rather talk to your
husband. If it's all the same with you."
"Please... there's no need to be formal," she said. "I don't mind you calling me Susan."
"All in all, Mrs. Reynolds," he said, determined that he would end this little game right
here and now, "your husband is the one who will have the final say on the project, and
as long as he's not around at the moment..."
"And he's not going to be around for quite some time," she said, totally ignoring his
words as she returned to the couch and handed him his glass. "And as for the final
decision, that all depends on our getting to know you a little better. Brock knows all
about that little red-head in your place, but he told me he thinks you could do better.
I'm inclined to agree."
The talented young designer drank again from his glass. He felt a warm relaxed
lethargy begin to flow over him. The drinks were beginning to have a heightening effect
on his bloodstream, while at the same time dulling his mind so that the pounding of his
heart seemed twice as loud. He kept staring at the sultry face of Susan Reynolds, at the
kind of encompassing sex she exuded, the full rich softness of her breasts, firm and
high-set. God... he'd like to tweak her nipples into a rock-hard erection, take each one
and roll it around in his mouth with his tongue.
What am I thinking about? he thought, shaking his head slightly to get these ideas out
of his mind. This woman's husband held all the cards for his success. What would
Brock do if he knew his wife was going out of her way to tease him. He tried to will his
cock limp, but it remained achingly, throbbingly blood-swollen. His eyes went to her
face.
She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants.
With a surge of will and strength, Lance finished his wine and came to a standing
position.
"I think... I... I'd better be going," he managed to say.
She followed him with her eyes, and once again, he looked deeply into her face. She
had the same gentle loveliness Cindy had, but with more openness and desire.
"If you're worried about what Brock will say," she said, twisting her body slightly so her
breasts and cunt were still presented to his view as he stood, "don't be. He knows what
I'm doing, and he doesn't really care."
"Yeah... I'll bet," Lance said, totally unable to take his eyes off of her. That'll be the day
when a husband lets his wife fuck any Tom, Dick or Harry.
"Besides," she said, coming to a standing position directly in front of him, "you
wouldn't want to leave with an erection like you've got. I'll bet your balls are just
aching for release."
Lance stood totally transfixed by her words. She certainly didn't beat about the bush
with what she wanted. The thought that sanction was on her actions was something he
just couldn't believe, no matter what she said.
She was right about his balls needing release, though. Shit, if Gina wasn't home from
class when he got back, he was going to masturbate as soon as he walked into his
apartment. His cock was throbbing more now than it had been the day before when he
had first met Susan. Something was going to have to be done, that was for sure. And
fucking Susan Reynolds definitely wasn't it!
Still standing, the blonde woman leaned forward slightly, her hot breath like a branding
iron on his cheek. Her hand, the one not holding her glass of wine, dropped down
slowly, reached out and touched lightly at the cloth of his pants.
"Now, suppose we end this foolishness," she said as though she were scolding a child.
"I can't believe a man like you would be satisfied with a little girl like Gina."
Her fingers seemed to bum right through the cloth of his pants as they trailed a path
slowly from his thigh to the massive outline of his cock. "We're both adults. We should
act like it."
Lance could feel all the strength leaving his legs as her fingernails scraped through his
trousers. He could feel the edges lightly grazing his ballooning penis, and his own
fingers tightened into little balls. He was fighting his own arousal, and he could tell it
was a losing battle.
"My cunt's on fire right this minute," she breathed as she brought her face closer to his.
"The only thing it wants is that cock of yours, I want to feel your penis inside me,
Lance. I want your cum spewing up into my belly. And I can tell that you want to fuck
me. Now... what's the problem?" Even as she spoke, she pressed the full of her palm
against his rock-hard cock and massaged it through his pants. Lance was in a situation
he never thought could exist. Here he was, being seduced by a lovely woman, and the
last thing he wanted to do was fuck her. No matter what she said, he couldn't believe
that her husband didn't care. And far too much rested on making sure that her
husband was happy with his work.
Her breasts were pressed hotly against his chest as she moved closer to him. Her lips
found his jaw line and traced a path upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out a
pattern of fire as her hand continued to massage gently over his greatly swollen penis.
The thought of Brock coming home suddenly and finding them like this was too much
for Lance, and he tried to pull his body away from her, with only minimal success.
"Mrs... Susan... for God's sake..."
"You want to fuck me," she droned. "I know you do. I want you to. I want you to fuck
me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me..." The words were virtually
hypnotic, and they burned into Lance's slightly intoxicated mind.
"No... I... NO... OOOHHH... SHIT... YES!"
The young architect couldn't help himself . The words tore from his throat like a
strangled whisper, and then his mouth was grinding tightly against hers, his hands
reaching out and grasping her buttocks, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth.
Susan's hand began to move faster on his turgid shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at
his tongue, swirling her own around and around his, darting into his mouth and then
withdrawing it in an attitude of copulation. As if with a will of its own, Lance's left
hand came up and found her breast, squeezed and kneaded the soft, hot pliant flesh
momentarily, then dipped into the opening of her robe to pop several buttons and
expose her upper torso completely to his fingers. He could feel the wetness from his
seminal fluid which seeped from the gland at the hard tip of his cock as she continued
to massage him through his pants.
Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft, resilient flesh of her firm, round
breast and his rigidly erect cock nearly jumping out of his pants, the full impact of what
he was doing struck Lance's mind like a boxer's blow.
'My God!' He thought. 'What if Brock should come home? He would never believe that
she wanted me to do this, that it was her idea right from the start. This has to be a trap
of some sort... something designed to see just how far I'll go.' He wrenched himself
violently from Susan, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his body so that her hand
left his bulging penis. His face was flushed with a brilliant crimson from the intense
arousal he was feeling. He averted his eyes from the luscious blonde woman, panting
raggedly.
"What's the matter, Lance, Lover?" she questioned casually. Then she went on. "Don't
tell me you're still worried about Brock coming home. I told you... he's going to be
gone all day. And believe me, he really doesn't care. He and I have an open marriage,
one that really works."
Lance could do nothing but shake his head. He had heard all about open marriages,
and nothing he had heard about them had been good. Everything was all right until
one of the spouses came home or found out that the other was taking the openness at
face value. On paper, such things were possible. But in reality, people were only
human, and very prone to things like jealousy. And a man like Brock Reynolds, used to
getting his way, would never stand for a thing like letting his wife fuck someone other
than him!
His back still turned toward her, Lance could hear her utter a soft, nearly silent chuckle.
Then she whispered, "Lance, honey."
He turned, gathering his courage to say what he knew had to be said, but when he saw
her, the words froze in his throat. His mouth gaped open and his eyes seemed to
protrude with shock.
Susan stood before him, completely naked.
She had finished unbuttoning her robe and allowed it to drop. The young, blonde
woman was standing in the puddle of her garment with her legs spread wide apart, her
head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her
mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten-like. The moist, petal-like,
softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the
shimmering mound of her golden cuntal triangle glistened invitingly in the late
morning sunlight. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as if with
some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long, slender legs were moist
with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"Well, Lance?" she asked. "Do you like what you see? Isn't it better than something a
college girl would have?"
"Susan..." Her name choked past his swollen throat weakly, but that was all. He
couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her complete openness, and
his cock began its maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, slowly, Susan lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her
fingertips into the mysteriously golden curling hairs of her cuntal mound, slowly
caressing herself down between her legs, her nails glistening as they blazed a path
through the thick, yellow, silken hair. When her fingers reached the glistening pink slit
between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of
the soft, shining lips and spread them apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her
tiny pulsating clitoris to Lance's lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, then, she
traced up her cuntal slit until the fingertip came in contact with the miniature phallus.
She tweaked it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of lubrication trailing
down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower, poised at the lips of her
vagina, then slipped easily up inside, buried itself to the first knuckle... and then the
second. She withdrew it, slid it in again, withdrew it, slid it in, fucking herself with
glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster her finger slid wetly in and out of her naked,
tight cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations
searing through her flesh from her own manipulations, Susan began to talk to Lance in
a low, hypnotic voice.
"I want you to fuck me, Lance. I want your cock instead of my finger in my cunt. I
have to have it, Lance. I want to feel your big penis in my vagina... and I want to feel
your finger up my ass at the same time. And then, I want to suck your big cock, suck it
until I milk it dry."
The words, and the utter casualness with which she spoke them, lashed Lance's mind
into a swirling frenzy as on and on she droned. Oh God! Oh, shit... he had to have her.
He didn't care that he might lose all chance of success or she was lying and her
husband came home. He knew nothing but the incredible heat churning in his cock
and balls. The sight of this lovely naked woman fucking herself like this was too much
for him. She was all that mattered in the world.
AND HE HAD TO FUCK HER!!
As if he had somehow shed the husk of his body, Lance watched himself in an objective
way as his legs worked, moving his body closer and closer to Susan. He watched her
middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her vagina as he approached, and
her face broke in a smile of sheer passion and lust. His hands went to her, pulling her
finger away from her tight, golden cunt with a loud wet sluicing sound, rubbing her
body hard against his, grinding her naked hips into him as her mouth sought and
located his.
Then her hands were on his belt, opening it, and Lance was helping her, feverishly
stripping himself, flinging his clothes uncaringly, wherever they happened to fall. Now
he was as naked as she was, his thick, blood-engorged penis standing out at a heavy
angle from his loins, quivering, seeping seminal fluid.
"Ooooooo... Lance... it's lovely... it's beautiful," she crooned, stepping back to admire
his lust-swollen cock. "It's as nice as I knew it would be... nicer! Mmmmmmmmmm... I
can't wait to feel your cock up inside me. I want to feel your cum washing all around
my cunt. And I can see that you can't wait to give it to me. Tell me, Lance. Tell me that
you can't wait any longer than I can."
"God... yes... yes... yes..."
"Come on. You can say it better than that." Lance smiled as he realized that she really
wanted to hear words that would increase her fiery passion all the more. Now he was
smiling as well, and he took a deep breath as though he was going to scream at the top
of his lungs.
"I... WANT... TO... FUCK... YOU!!!" Her laughter rippled through the room as she
went back to him and pulled him down to the thick carpet in the floor, entwining her
body with his, Lance didn't care about anything now but this soft, warm woman who
was pressing tightly to him. He was dimly aware that he could very well regret his
action in the future. There was a possibility that he was throwing away the greatest
project he could obtain, but that didn't matter to him. Now now!
Lance showered hot kisses moistly over the blonde beauty's face, her throat, into the
smooth valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hillocks of her ass,
cupping them, squeezing them almost painfully in her fever. She was breathing into his
ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing along the
sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped
bodies, located the hot rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the searing tips of her
fingers closed over his rigid cock, and then his mouth closed over hers and their
tongues lashed and twirled together, as if trying to blend into one. Susan crushed the
full length of her body desperately against his and ground her pelvis hard into him.
Then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs wide as they
had been before. Her cunt flared open, eagerly waiting.
The lust-enticed young woman's hands were running wildly up and down along his
body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the tautly clenched
cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he were some new piece of property she had
just bought. His cock rested hard against her thighs, trailing dribbles of semen,
mingling with her own flowing cuntal emissions. She reached under her buttocks as she
levered their entwined bodies up with the full strength of her back, and with both
hands, pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart to give his cock greater contact with the
moist, sensitive flesh as it slipped off her thigh to lie full length in her warm, wet
crevice, the cock-head resting deliciously against her achingly rigid clitoris. Then she
relaxed, dropping her body onto the carpet, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her
soft, hot thighs.
Lance wedged his hands between her shoulders and the rug and ran them down the
smooth curves of her back and hips, making little purling sounds deep in his throat.
The raised edges of her spine felt hot... white-hot, as she undulated her body eagerly
against him in a slow, teasing tempo. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed
against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip him
moments from now, when he fucked his hard piston-like cock deep up into her hot
little belly.
Susan's nails traced across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Lance
pushed his hands down farther beneath her, cupping the fullness of her buttocks in his
palms, pulling her seething pussy hard up against him. He moved his cock up and
down in the fiery slit, sensing it growing wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of
her. Her ass-cheeks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs,
without warning, suddenly snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking
against the backs of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... Lover... give it to me now. NOW! Give me your cock.
Shove your penis up inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her dainty, moist hands circled around his lustfully palpitating cock and guided it up
between the moist pink lips of her surging pussy. Lance groaned animally as he felt her
hands move his lust-swollen cock up and down between the lips of her sensitive vagina.
The pressure in his balls was excruciating now as she positioned his cock-head at the
softly trembling opening to her hotly seeping cunt, and he knew that he couldn't hold
back another second. Now. Now. Now.
Lance flexed his hips with a sudden, powerful lunge that drove his cock deep up inside
the hot gaping mouth of her hungrily clasping cunt, pushing it home wildly, his balls
hammering wetly, almost harshly against the naked flesh of her upturned buttocks.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhaaaaa...!" she moaned beneath him. Lance felt the soft elastic cuntal
flesh slip wetly, hotly around the full expanse of his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced
to the full length of her naked belly, its way well-lubricated. Then, suddenly, his 
cockhead rammed hard against the sensitive end of her cervix as every single inch of his
wildly throbbing penis filled her.
"Mmmmmmm... oooooohhhh!" she mewled. "Oooooooooohhhhhh... that's the way to
fuck me. Mmmmmmm... your cock is so big, so wonderful, so hot... I can feel every
inch of it. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me..." Her wild, abandoned cries caused the
lust-enraged young man to grind his pelvis harder into the squirming, pliant flesh
beneath him, fucking up into Susan with long, hard strokes. She strained back under
him, arching her loins up at him, lifting both their bodies completely off the floor. She
moaned and mewled wildly under his hard-driving cock now, opening and closing her
legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan tempo. Her mouth gaped
open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.
"It's good... it's great... aaaahhhh... that's the way, lover... oooohhhh... shove your finger
up my ass! Do it, Lance... shove your finger up my ass and make me cum... cum...
cummmmmm!"
As though he were a slave to her passion, Lance obeyed. He reached under her,
between her wildly rotating buttocks as he drove his wildly pistoning shaft up into the
steaming hot moistness of her openly trembling pussy. He stretched the roundly
straining moons of her ass-cheeks wide with his hands, then dipped his middle finger
toward her quivering anus and found it. A small warm stream of moisture was running
down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking so hard up into her cunt. It
lubricated the tightly puckered anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment
with his middle finger. Then he thrust forward with his digit, feeling the tight rubbery
opening yield under the pressure, then give way completely. His finger slid up to the
first knuckle into the tight elasticity of her nether passage. She leapt her body upward
to crash into his with a wet slapping sound at the sudden lancing pain of his rapid
entry. And then she was screaming for him, saying, "Aaaahhhhhhhhh... it's soooooo
good, lover... soooooo gooooooood!"
He thrust again, sinking his middle finger up in her quivering anus to the second
knuckle. Again she trembled in slight pain, but despite this, Lance felt her begin to
screw her buttocks back down on his groping middle finger until it was sunk all the
way to the palm of his hand. He waggled it around inside her warm rectal passage,
eliciting more cries of delight from the young blonde woman. He could feel through the
thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his madly fucking cock
sliding in and out of her wet hot cunt. He timed the thrusts of his finger with the
forward stabs of his lust-driven cock, impaling her completely on two strong, hard rods
of flesh. She moaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing and
expanding inside her vagina until he thought it was going to burst from the unbearable
pressure building in his balls. He had to cum soon. He had to, he had to! If he didn't
cum, fill her with his fire-hot seed, he was going to go out of his mind! Ooooo...
oooohhhhhh... he just knew she would be this good. As soon as he had first seen her
the day before, he knew that she would be the best fuck a man ever had.
His passion-crazed mind was chanting crazily, have to cum, have to cum, have to cum...
as he fucked deep and hard into her tight, hot pussy. He sent his hard wet middle
finger slamming far up into her rectum, and she was moaning wildly beneath him now,
her sweat-slicked body a dervish of motion and passion, straining for her own building,
climbing orgasm.
And Lance wanted her to cum too, wanted to mingle his hot bursting cum with hers
simultaneously, and he began ramming his lust-enraged cock up into her tight sucking
cunt still harder, in time with his finger skewering deep into the hot rubbery depths of
her asshole. She gripped him tightly between her imprisoning thighs, opening and
closing them around him in time to his long hard thrusts, and he knew that this lovely,
wild, wanton woman was approaching her own climax. He continued his deep
thrusting with both his cock and fingers with all the strength he possessed in his young
muscled body.
Susan swung her hips up and clasped his waist in a vise-like grip, pulling him deeper
and deeper into her convulsing young cunt with each powerful thrust of his loins. The
handsome young man made one last mighty stab into her wetly convulsing vagina and
let his white hot semen surge deeply into her belly. He simply couldn't hold back any
longer.
"Ooooooohhh... Christ... I'm cumming, baby... I'm cumming... oooooohhhhhh...
aaaaaahhhhhh!" he moaned. The woman groaned beneath him as she felt the warm
searing flood of his hot liquid sperm jetting deep up into the waiting depths of her
near-exploding cunt. A delicious warmth spread through the whole inside of her sperm
filled pussy, a warmth that rapidly became a ball of flame which made her cum... and
then cum again then a third time! She could feel her passion flowing through her body
like a boiling river of heated passion. It seemed as though she could cum forever, that
the river washing through had no end.
But finally, Lance was spent. With the last of his strength, he rolled slowly from the
totally satiated woman beneath, his rapidly deflating penis slipping with a swishing
sound from her cum-soaked vagina. Side by side the two lay breathing heavily on the
warm rug.
Susan was certain at that point that Lance would fill every need of her little group... the
group to which she and Brock had been members for a long time. There was always a
need for a man of Lance's talents, and Susan could see that once he was told about it,
he would be more than eager to join.
But all that was up to Brock. He was the most important member of the group, and
only on his word would Lance be asked to join. Naturally, Susan would do her best to
persuade Brock that Lance should be a member, and there would be the little matter of
finding a woman who could join at the same time... something that would keep things
even.
Susan opened her mouth to tell Lance that there was every chance he would be asked,
but she decided against it. After all, he didn't know anything about it yet. Instead, she
told him that his plans of design would more than likely be accepted.
Lance hardly heard her, though, as he was still basking in the after-glow of his
incredible fucking.


Chapter 5

Petting the head of her dog as she spoke, Niven looked deeply into Brock's eyes.
"She said she would be here in something like half an hour," the lovely sable-haired
woman said in her deep, sultry voice. "I think you ought to get behind that mirror."
Brock nodded slowly, never once taking his eyes from the nearly exposed breasts of the
lovely woman. There was little in the art world he didn't hear about, and almost as soon
as Cindy had had her meeting with Neville, both Brock and Niven had known about it.
Niven was a member in very good standing of the little group of artists and people who
deal with them. When she had told Brock that there was a good possibility that a new
female member might be in the making, Brock had nearly flipped. Even though she had
not told him as much, Brock knew that his blonde wife would be, in effect, testing
Lance Martin for membership. It was Niven's idea that Cindy Kitteredge be tested as
well. Since things were a little slow at Brock's studio, he decided that he would come
over and see for himself who this new possible member checked out. There was no
point in Susan having all the fun!
"She should be here in a couple of minutes," Brock said, finishing his drink and
standing. "Did she say anything about how her... uh... meeting with Neville went."
"Not a word," Niven said, smiling seductively and petting Marvel, "but from the tone in
her voice, I suspect that it went just about the way I thought it would."
"That Neville is such an asshole," Brock said with disgust. "It's all take with him. I'm
surprised that there are still people who deal with him."
"There's a lot of people like this Cindy. New talent that just needs a place to show their
work. Neville certainly takes advantage of them."
Brock chuckled to himself. He knew what the real score was when it came to dealing
with artists. Treat them fairly, and they'll come through for you. He hadn't become as
successful as he had by treating them otherwise. The proof was in the pudding, as the
saying goes. There were times in the year when Neville's studio was barely making it.
Both Niven's and his never did poorly.
"I just hope you put on a really good show, lover," Brock said, opening a false door in
her wall. "I'll be watching with an eagle eye."
She smiled as she knew what Brock meant. If she could get him aroused by her little
act, then she would be doubly rewarded... first with .Cindy, and later, when Brock came
out with his cock so swollen and hard that he would want instant relief.
"You just leave everything to me," she assured him as the wall closed.
As soon as he was hidden, she heard a little knock at her office door, and, after giving a
little wave to Brock in the mirror, she went to answer it.
Cindy stood at the other side, looking three sheets to the wind.
"My, my..." Niven said casually. "You look like you don't have a friend in the world."
Cindy tried to keep a stiff upper lip. She felt like such a fool after what she had done
the day before. She should have known better than to go off with Neville yesterday. Sue
should have trusted a woman... a person who wouldn't think of taking advantage of her
the way Neville had. And Niven Bradbury was far more successful than Neville
Putnam. At least Niven would give her a straight answer right away. There would be no
beating around the bush... no teasing the way there had been with Neville.
"I... I want to apologize for coming to you second fiddle like this," she said, trying her
best to relax. Her actions must be totally obvious to a woman like Niven. Here she was,
after she had all but ignored her the day before.
"Hey... don't worry about it," Niven said, walking to her seat and sitting down with
such grace that she nearly took Cindy's breath away. Marvel rose from his position next
to Niven's chair and sat at the left side of Cindy. Automatically, Cindy reached out to
pet the black animal's head, and delighted in the softness of his sleek, smooth fur. "I
was there myself once, you know," Niven continued, the soothing tone in her voice
making Cindy feel more and more relaxed. "Things are pretty tight sometimes. We all
have to do things we might regret later."
Cindy narrowed her eyes and looked at the stunning raven-haired beauty. What could
she mean by that, the young blonde thought to herself. Has Neville been calling up all
over town and bragging about what happened.
"Would you like a little something to drink?" Niven asked. "I find that conversation
flows more easily over drinks."
"Uh... no thank you," Cindy said, remembering what had happened the last time she
drank. She wanted to keep a clear head about her this time. She knew that she was
dealing with the big time now, and the last thing she wanted was to act in an
unprofessional manner.
"Hummmmm... then how about something to smoke?" Niven suggested. "I've got some
really fine pot here, and..." Cindy's mouth nearly hit the floor, and she eased herself
down into the chair behind her to prevent herself from falling. She couldn't believe that
a business woman like Niven Bradbury would actually suggest something like smoking
pot at a time like this. If there was anything Cindy didn't want to do, it was make
thinking next to impossible, and the few times she had tried grass, that had been
exactly what happened.
"I... uh... I really don't think so," the young blonde girl stammered, thinking that she
might be making a bad impression on this woman by being and acting a little too
"square."
"Well... each to his or her own," Niven said as she opened a small wooden box and
removed several joints. "I hope you don't mind if I smoke some though. I find that it
helps me to relax when talking to a prospective artist."
Cindy could say nothing, so she merely watched with mounting fascination as the
lovely ebony-haired woman lit a fat, tightly rolled joint and inhaled deeply on the thick
white smoke.
Behind the two-way mirror, Brock was smiling. If there was anything Niven understood
about human psychology, it was how to get someone to do something they might not
want to do. Cindy would come around pretty soon, once she saw that Niven was not
trying to threaten her.
There was another thought that burned into Brock's mind as well. Cindy would make a
fine addition to the little group. There wasn't anything about her that wasn't perfect.
Her lush, full blonde hair swept down from her head to enticingly screen her generous
breasts. The short skirt she was wearing was like an extension of her flesh. Rather than
hide any part of her body, the tight-fitting garment followed every curve, every hollow.
The top two buttons of her blouse had come un-done (or had never been fastened) and
Brock could see down the front of her chest to the lacy white bra supporting her firm
looking breasts... The hem of her skirt had ridden up nearly to her cunt, and all Brock
had to do was lower his head a little, and he could see the light pinkness of her flimsy
nylon panties. Already the narrow crotch-band was soaked with her cuntal fluid... a sure
sign that this young woman was repressed. She was constantly aroused, and it looked as
though she did little about it. Jesus... that meant that once she got going, she would
fuck like there was no tomorrow.
And Niven Bradbury was just the person to light a fire on that pussy of hers!
As Brock had suspected, Cindy was becoming more and more interested in the grass
Niven was smoking. The two women talked casually about Cindy's approach to art, and
the more they talked, the more it seemed to Cindy that Niven was interested in giving
her a show. The lovely older woman smoked the joints as though they were cigarettes,
and Cindy began to think that it would make a better impression on the gallery director
if she did smoke some pot. She certainly wasn't being as forceful and obnoxious as
Neville Putnam had been.
"I think maybe I will have something to smoke," she said, changing the topic of
conversation suddenly. She wondered if Niven would say anything about her changing
her mind, but the older woman seemed to take it in stride. In fact, she continued
talking as though Cindy had told her that the sky was blue, reaching in a fluid motion
for a joint in the wooden box and lighting it.
"Well... come on over here and sit next to me," Niven demanded as she held out the
joint slightly. "When I get stoned, I really don't feel like moving around all that much."
Cindy hopped from her chair and sat on the office couch next to Niven. For the young
blonde girl, it was almost like being in college again. This was the way things used to be
then. Her friends would smoke more pot than she would, but she had done her share,
and she knew what to do and how.
Instantly, as she took the burning marijuana cigarette from Niven's fingers, Cindy felt a
closeness with the older woman she hadn't felt with anyone in the months since she
had left college. There was something about this older woman that instilled a sense of
trust... added to by her casualness and openness about drugs.
As she smoked on the joint, there was a short silence. Neither woman spoke for a
passing of minutes, and Cindy felt the tension she had known for the last two days
passing out of her like a river. This was something she should have done when she was
first asked, she thought. It's a lot easier to think when you're relaxed, even if you are
stoned in the bargain.
"I feel a lot better with you than I did with Neville," Cindy said, as a wave of relaxed
feelings washed over her. Once again, it looked like she was going to have her work
shown, though this time, without the strings attached that Neville wanted to put on.
"The world is like that," Niven answered, seeing that Cindy was finally coming around.
"For all Women's Lib has done, this is still a man's world, and we women must learn
how to survive."
"That's for sure," Cindy said almost childishly. She could feel her trust being extended
to this older woman... almost as though she were her older sister. Niven twisted her
body just a little, as much for Brock's benefit as Cindy's. Every now and then, Niven
noticed that Cindy was staring at her body, teasingly, though tastefully exposed in just
the right places to arrest attention without being too garish.
Indeed, Cindy found that her own eyes were constantly being fixed on the sensuous
swell of Niven's breasts. The older woman carried her body well, as though she was
always coming-on to someone. There was no doubt in Cindy's mind that Niven knew
she was a beautiful woman. With her money and talents, Niven could hardly be
anything but lovely. And she wore her clothes so well. Where Neville had used his
garments to hide those aspects of his body that were unattractive, Niven used her
clothing to its best advantage. At the moment, she was wearing a pale blue one-piece
suit, totally different than the black outfit she had had when Cindy first saw her, but
certainly no less stunning. The front of it came to a sweeping "V", the point of which
was nearly at the older woman's navel. Her full, well-rounded breasts pulled apart the
garment and juggled sensually each time she moved even slightly, evidence that Niven
wore no bra. The elastic band of the garment followed the contours of her waist like a
second skin, hugging her hips and legs tightly. The even tan of Niven's flesh contrasted
sharply with the light color of her clothing, and there was no doubt as to where cloth
ended and skin began. Niven is certainly a lucky woman, Cindy thought to herself.
Beauty, grace, money and power... all the things people dream about but rarely obtain.
"What are you thinking?" Niven asked, leaning forward slightly. Her voice brought
Cindy back to her senses, and she shook her head as though she had just come out of a
light trance.
"Oooo... I was just thinking that you really have it made," the young blonde woman
answered. "I can't imagine you ever having to go through a lot of the things I have to."
"Oh, that's where you're wrong, Cindy dear," Niven said, inching still closer. Cindy
noticed that she could feel Niven's hot breath against her cheek, and the sensation was
strangely exciting. Being so close to this glamorous woman was making the younger
girl's heart pound in her chest.
"I've had to pay my share of dues," Niven continued. "And some of them were to
people a lot worse than Neville. Tell me, what would your boyfriend think if he knew
what had happened between you and that art director."
At first, Cindy was a little shocked. How was it possible that Niven could know
something had happened? Then she thought it through. Neville was so obvious that
anyone could have seen through him... anyone but a young artist trying to make it,
Cindy added to herself.
"I... I don't really have a boyfriend," Cindy said, feeling slightly ashamed at the
admission. She thought that perhaps she shouldn't. It was a pretty complex situation,
and it really didn't make any difference.
Niven pulled back in an action of mock surprise. "Are you telling me that a lovely
woman like you isn't going out with men?" she asked, her voice raising in semi-shock.
Cindy smiled and flushed a little. To think, that a woman as lovely as Niven Bradbury
had told her that she was a good-looking woman... And all this time she thought she
was just average.
"Oh, I'm not really all that pretty," Cindy said with a modest voice.
"Nonsense," Niven scolded. "And you could look a lot better than you do now with just
a few minor alterations. Your hair, for instance."
"What's the matter with my hair?" Cindy asked, her eyes brightening and coming up to
meet Niven's.
"Well... the way you wear it makes it hide some of your face, as though you were
ashamed of the way you look. Frankly, I can see why a man like Neville would really
make a play for you. Any man would have to be either blind or crazy not to think you
were attractive. Now come here. I'm going to show you something."
Niven stood up and gently pulled Cindy to her feet. The dark-haired beauty came
around behind Cindy, planting the two of them in front of the full-length mirror. Then
Niven ran her hands through Cindy's blonde tresses, pulling them back and out of her
face, stroking her head lightly as she did so.
Behind the mirror, Brock nearly gasped. Niven was right. As lovely as Cindy had been
before, having her exposed more made her twice as beautiful. This Cindy Kitteredge
was the kind of woman who should never cover up any part of her body!
Standing behind her and looking over Cindy's shoulder, Niven ran her hands through
the younger girl's hair in a loving manner. For a moment, Cindy felt a little funny
about this, but Niven was so soothing and tender. Cindy could feel her body pressing
up against the soft flesh of the older woman, and she actually allowed her head to rest
against Niven's shoulder. The pot was making all her muscles become limp and relaxed,
and in no time at all, she was leaning back against Niven, who was stroking her head
with more and more deliberation.
Cindy couldn't understand her body's reactions. She was actually becoming aroused by
this. But that was silly! Niven was another woman. How could a woman produce the
same sensations that a man could? Nevertheless, the young, stoned blonde woman was
feeling now the way she used to when Lance would stroke her head during those nights
in her room. She could feel her vaginal lips reacting now the way they had then. Her
panties were becoming flooded with her cuntal juices, and her whole body felt tingly
and excited. Did Niven know the reaction she was causing? Cindy thought to herself as
she closed her eyes and allowed Niven to lead them back to the couch. Apparently not,
for Niven merely sat down the way she had been before, although this time closer.
Close enough so that their bodies were touching.
"I tell you, Cindy, you really are a lovely woman. I would like to show you just how
lovely. Do you know what your body looks like?"
At first, Cindy didn't understand the question. "Of course I know what my body looks
like," she said a little defensively. "I mean... well..."
"No, I don't think you do," Niven pressed. "Few people do. They really don't take the
time to see, really see themselves. You should look at yourself with the eye of an artist,
instead of just seeing if everything is in the right position. Here... let me undress you,
and I'll show you." Cindy felt a little funny about this request, but the more she
thought about it, the more sense it made to her. Niven could certainly show her things
about herself that she might not see. Cindy knew that art models know everything
about their bodies, so that they can offer the best possible poses to painters and
sculptors.
Again Niven stood up, motioning for Cindy to join her. Then the young girl felt
Niven's skilled hands moving lightly over her clothing, pulling open buttons gently and
slowly. All the while, Cindy felt her apprehension leaving her body.
Niven was such a wonderful woman, and her stoned condition made everything about
this seem totally natural.
And then she was naked, and standing in front of the mirror. The cooling air of the
room bathed her curvaceous young body enticingly, bringing her small pink nipples to
a rigid hardness as Niven's hands ran lightly over her smooth flesh.
Behind the mirror, getting a full view of Cindy's lovely nakedness, Brock could feel his
cock spasm constantly in his pants. He couldn't remember a time when he had seen a
woman with the natural beauty that radiated from every inch of Cindy's body. The
blonde couldn't possibly know the effect her body would have on men. Being around
her would be a constant teasing situation, with some poor guy never knowing which
end was up.
Cindy's body was rapidly being covered with goose bumps as she felt Niven's hands
running up and down her arms, pulling them out and away from her body.
"You see," Niven's voice droned, "With your arms out like that, your breasts are seen as
they really are... firm, round, lovely..." As she spoke, she ran her hands lightly up and
down along Cindy's ribs, touching her smooth flesh lightly and tantalizingly. Cindy's
eyes were closed, and her mind seemed to drift off into another world. The last bit of
her apprehension left her beneath this light massage, and she could feel a wonderful
warmth flowing through her body instead... a warmth that was centered in her tender
young vagina.
Marvel, who was watching all of this with mounting anticipation, began to get excited.
His super-sensitive nose could pick out the scent of female arousal, though he couldn't
tell from which woman it came. The scent was strong enough to come from both at the
same time. The sight of the new woman standing totally naked was enough to make
him want to lick her vagina right then and there, but he knew that he would have to
wait until he was given the command. His eyes zeroed in on Cindy's golden cunt, and
hope was a living thing in his animal chest.
Cindy couldn't believe the feelings sweeping through her body. They were erotic in
nature, and she liked them. They felt so much better than when Neville had done this
to her. Her mind whirled with the implications of what was happening to her. The
erotic sensations washing through her belly, the pounding of blood in her quivering
pussy lips, her heart racing a mile a minute... all these things told her that she was
becoming aroused at the touch of another woman.
If what she had done with Neville just the day before had been against everything she
held dear, this went against all her training. She had only heard about women who did
things like this to each other, and she had never considered herself one of them.
But there was no denying the fact that she actually liked the feelings Niven's touch was
bringing her. They were more intense then when Neville or Lance had touched her,
almost as though Niven, being a woman, knew what would arouse a woman all the
more.
Cindy's breathing was becoming labored, and she wondered what she should do. All
this was so totally new to her that she was afraid of making a mistake. She gasped with
the erotic tremor of delight that rippled over her intensively sensitized flesh and
through her drug-dazed mind as the lovely Niven's hands began deliberately caressing
her soft white buttocks, spreading them apart to slip between and lightly stroke her
tight little puckered anus with a gentle finger. Once more, Cindy shivered with alien
excitement, sensing the growing moisture up between her legs that had seeped from her
aroused vagina and ardently flushing pussy lips.
Suddenly, Niven's soft hands slithered down her rounded hips and smoothly tapered
thighs as she lowered to her knees before her and began kissing the satiny warm skin of
their inner flesh, working slowly upward to the sparsely covered, golden-haired lips of
her now hotly tingling cunt.
The enticing gallery director's onyx eyes sparkled gem-like as they locked on the
narrow pink crevice where already a tiny dewdrop of viscid moisture glistened from the
young artist's building passion. Lustfully, she flicked out her tongue-tip, swiping its
fresh young deliciousness into her mouth. Then she drew her hot wet tongue from the
point where the pink ribbon of velvety flesh enjoined the smooth cleft between Cindy's
lush buttocks, lightly tracing the thin coral line separating her desire-swollen vaginal
lips through the golden entanglements of silken curls upward to its very peak, feeling
the tremor of erotic pleasure ripple over the gorgeous girl's naked body. With her
thumbs, she spread open the soft outer cuntal lips until Cindy's delicate pink clitoris
came into full view before her, then she wetly licked at it, causing the younger girl to
gasp out a choking moan.
Niven moved Cindy back to the sofa, and the young girl fell into it, feeling as though
she was moving in slow motion, the way she would in a dream. Niven released her light
touch on the girl just long enough for her to remove her own clothing. Cindy used that
time to gaze at her reflection in the mirror, delighting in the sight of her own nakedly
aroused body. For what seemed like an eternity, the young blonde gazed at herself, and
the vision of her full, sensually quivering breasts aroused her all the more. She allowed
her eyes to sweep down from her breasts to her vagina, the golden matted curls of her
pubic hair sparkling like little diamonds in the light of the room. She spread her legs a
little, and smiled as she saw her own clitoris coming to life in the mirror. Niven was
right, the young girl thought slowly, deliberately. I really am a lovely woman.
The young girl's thoughts were suddenly changed and made all the more arousing as
she felt her fully rounded thighs being raised and pressed back toward her shoulders.
She lifted her head to dazedly watch the lovely gallery owner's face bury itself into her
now nakedly exposed loins, her long black tresses tauntingly grazing the silken flesh of
her quivering belly as she began to lick and suck as her hot wet cunt with a near
furious hunger.
Cindy's scattered thoughts were suddenly thrown to the wind completely as she wished
that she had smoked more of the pot Niven had offered. The mind-bending sensations
Niven Bradbury was firing in her sensitive young loins and causing to flutter intensively
in her young belly were breathtaking. She delighted in the fact that she was lying there
on her back with her legs spread out wide beneath this lovely woman whose hot, wet
mouth and probing tongue were bringing her unbelievable pleasure... yes... yes...
Oh God! She was sucking her tiny sensitive clitoris and nipping at it with her taunting
white teeth, sending violent spasms of lust-building intoxication spiraling through her.
It was maddening... erotically maddening! Then suddenly, her searching tongue had
moved downward and was sliding smoothly in and out of her hot moistened cuntal
walls, wetly rotating around the bearded edges of its elastic-tight mouth, slipping deeply
up inside her again as her sluice dilated receptively to the woman's new and exciting
lovemaking.
A shudder raced over Cindy as she felt her widely spread buttocks being raised by the
long #slender hands cupping them, and she now held her own knees tight to her
breasts as she sensed the hot, lust-provoking tongue trail downward through her
smooth crevice to her tiny flexing anus. It licked there with a mind shattering bliss that
raised guttural moans from deep in her chest. Then its tip pressed firmly between the
hairless, baby-like lips of the excited little hole, penetration but a fraction of an inch,
even though Cindy had tried to help by relaxing her anal muscles to the fullest. And
then, once more the deliciously working hot tongue returned to her inflamed cunt,
darting up into her like a frightened little serpent and always flicking back to her
quiveringly erect clitoris, while the pressure mounted wildly in her fervid young loins.
Then Niven raised her head and smiled. Cindy lowered her legs slowly, a wave of
disappointment at the loss of the pleasure-bringing tongue fluttering through her.
"Now it's your turn," Niven said in a low throaty voice. "Come up and kiss me."
Cindy immediately sat upright while the naked Niven got to her knees between the
young girl's lewdly spread legs. Without a moment's hesitation, Cindy wrapped her
arms around the older woman's neck, planting her soft young lips on the moist
glistening mouth, tasting the poignant flavor of her own vaginal secretions there. The
reaction of her aroused senses set off new infusing excitement coursing madly through
her.
Cindy moaned, attempting to move closer as Niven cupped her own erect full breast
and pressed its hardened nipple upwards, while at the same time pulling her own body
away just enough to remove her mouth and insert the nipple in Cindy's mouth. For a
moment, Cindy didn't know what to do, then she instinctively began to suck hungrily,
her small hand coming up to tenderly hold and caress the resilient mound of warm,
tanned flesh.
"You like that, don't you?" Niven breathed heavily. "You like sucking my breast, don't
you?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmmmmm..." Cindy moaned in
her overwhelming passion.
The sight of the young blonde's lovely face glued so possessively to her breast fired
Niven's lust to even greater intensity, and she knew that Cindy would do anything
now.
"Now lick my cunt, Cindy dear," the older woman said softly. "I want you to lick and
suck my vagina, just like I did to you."
The lovely older woman quickly maneuvered her body up onto the couch until she
straddled Cindy's prostrate form, moving up until her rounded tanned buttocks
flattened the young girl's erect high-set breasts hard down against her chest.
Cindy looked up at the beautiful face knowingly, remembering the intensive erotic
pleasure the woman's hot moist tongue had brought her. She realized that she had
never even thought of doing anything like this before, but now it was the only thought
on her mind. She wanted to do this for Niven... wanted to do it more than she wanted
anything else in life. Then Niven was raising up until her wet, hair-fringed cunt was
directly over Cindy's excitedly gasping mouth... and the young girl licked out readily
with her tiny moistened tongue, spreading the dark curls of Niven's cuntal mound,
drawing it experimentally up through the length of glistening velvety flesh.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhh!" Niven groaned passionately as unprecedented
sensations of raging desire charged hotly through Cindy's body at the newness of this
strange act. The young girl reached up with trembling, eager hands to grasp tightly the
beautiful woman's flared hips, pulling her loins down closer as she laved her wildly
flittering little tongue through the hot, pink folds of Niven's warmly secreting cunt...
exploring her erect quivering clitoris and the seethingly moist walls of her vagina, her
own passionately inflamed desires continuing to mount within the exotic rapture
clouding her brain.
Wildly, Cindy's growing lust burned inside as she continued to lick and suck at the
hotly moistened loins up between the older woman's beautiful, widespread thighs. Her
small, soft hands clutched at the full, rounded mounds of the softly yielding buttocks,
while the latter, her hands smoothing down over her nakedly trembling belly, parted
the flushed, hair-lined lips of her pink sensuous cunt with fingers on either side,
exposing the intricate velvety folds of coral-hued flesh to the young girl's open, avid
mouth and lashing tongue.
"Oh... oooooohhhhhh...!" Niven choked in her uncontrollable passion, at last noticing
the way the curvaceous blonde girl's hips and buttocks had begun to writhe and squirm
in under her.
"Get up on your knees and let me lie down," Niven said quickly, fighting for breath
after every word. "I want to watch Marvel fuck you from behind while you lick my
pussy! Hurry!"
Something vague passed through Cindy's mind, but it was impossible for her to think
clearly. She merely stared in passion-filled entrancement, her wet, seething young pussy
forcing her unquestionable decision with its insane desire for fulfillment. Drunkenly,
she tried to get to her knees between the beautiful woman's long, widespread tanned
legs.
"Hurry... hurry!" Niven rasped, and Cindy moved as quickly as she could, raising her
naked white buttocks high in the air, aided by a gentle push from Niven.
"Come Marvel! Up! Fuck her, Lover! Fuck her!"
Cindy felt the weight of the powerful animal leap onto the sofa behind her, and as her
softly hanging young breasts swayed beneath her chest and her belly quivered
uncontrollably, she looked up at the beautiful raven-haired woman to see her drug
sparkling eyes gleaming as she directed the ebony German shepherd back to her offered
white buttocks.


Chapter 6

Cindy could not explain the feelings that were running through her at the sound of
Niven's command. While she had never thought once about performing lesbianism, she
had at least heard of it before. The very thought of allowing a dog to... to fuck her...
that was something so totally different from everything she had ever known that she
wasn't sure if she could actually go through with it. She knew one thing, though. The
fire in her vagina was like an atomic bomb, and she had to quell the raging torment
there. If it was at all possible that Niven's black German shepherd could do that, she
was willing to give it a try.
Both Marvel and Brock had been eagerly awaiting Niven's order. Brock had been
almost certain that Niven couldn't bring the young blonde girl to such a fever pitch that
she would actually allow the dog to fuck her. But Niven never ceased to amaze him,
and he decided that he wouldn't put it past her to arouse Cindy to such a state that the
young girl wouldn't know which end was up. His cock throbbing painfully, his eyes
glued to the incredible spectacle taking place in Niven's office, Brock held his breath,
wondering if Niven's plan would be followed through.
But as anxious as the man was, it could not match the eagerness Marvel felt. Ever since
the new, lovely blonde had walked into the office, his nostrils had been blasted with her
feminine passion. He knew that he would get a chance to fuck her, and watching his
mistress lick and suck this young girl's seething vagina made him all the more aroused.
When he had been finally given the command he so eagerly wanted, he moved without
hesitation.
Cindy sensed his warm animal breath sniffing and brushing against her insensitively
inflamed cunt and again she looked at the lovely older woman who was watching
salaciously with eagerly awaiting eyes.
God... she wanted to scream out as she felt the wet animal nose tease against her tiny
exposed anus. She would never have believed that such an act could make her all the
more aroused, but it did, and she jerked forward with an erotic shock. Abruptly, she
sensed Marvel's hot, wet tongue snake out and lick moistly up and down the smooth,
deep crevice separating her high-raised buttocks. It taunted the tiny recessed circle of
her anal ring, then began licking at the pink, slightly revealed flesh of her desire
moistened cunt, running the full length of it, until she sensed Niven's impatient hand
squeezing her sensitively hanging breast.
"Spread your legs wider! Wider, Cindy darling!" the lovely sable-haired woman said.
"Open your cunt fully to him."
Again the massive coal-black dog ran his hot thick tongue the full length of her
vulnerable loins. He licked all the way up and down from the snugly clenched little
mouth of her rectum to the hotly flushed lips of her willingly spread pussy. Time and
again, the great dog repeated the act, his hotly searing tongue laving through her soft,
hair-fringed young cunt lips as he had been skillfully trained to do, spreading Cindy's
vaginal slit open in the tenderest, most sensitive parts until she began to squirm and
writhe her naked buttocks back at his hungry animal lappings.
The young blonde could feel herself losing all control! The sensations brought upon her
by Marvel's amazing tongue were totally unlike any she had ever known, and all the
more intense for that. She tried to widen her legs further to open the throbbing pink
flesh between her straining thighs, determined that she would get the fullest possible
enjoyment out of what was happening to her. Marvel's ravishing animal tongue splayed
wildly through the wetly flooding flesh, teasing at the mouth of her welcoming vagina
and licking at her quivering, squirming loins. Then, she saw the raven-haired woman
drawing her knees all the way back to her breasts so that her naked, silken haired cunt
and widespread ass-cheeks were completely presented to her.
At that moment, Cindy felt the powerful animal mount her from behind, his hard,
furry body crowding in toward her raised buttocks, his powerful forelegs clutching like
hairy male arms at the milk-white satiny flesh of her rounded hips. The beautiful beast's
lashing tongue had already set her seething loins afire with mind-shattering desire and
as she turned her head to look back, she caught the sight of their entire reflection in the
full length mirror. The picture of the handsome German shepherd mounting the spread
white moons of her smoothly ovaled buttocks, plus that of the raven-haired older
woman's curvaceous nakedness, her richly tanned thighs pulled back in total
presentation of her sensuously moist cunt to be licked and sucked, sent unbelievable
sensations of desire ripping through Cindy's brain and body.
She breathlessly gaped at the sight of Marvel's glistening scarlet penis as it emerged
from its long sheath, wet and hard, the drippingly tapered end slipping and dancing as
it probed the damp, pink crevice of her voraciously hungering young cunt. She felt the
strong animal body jerk against the flesh of her softly yielding buttocks as he tried to
penetrate the moist steaming mouth of her vagina with the thickly pointed shaft of
jerking cock-flesh.
"Reach back and spread your cunt to help him," Niven gasped almost impatiently, as
she, too, watched with glazed, rapacious eyes the reflection in the mirror of her own
slender feminine hand moving down between her spread thighs to work a probing
index finger smoothly in and out between the blood-swollen lips of her moistly
contracting cuntal sluice. She knew that Brock was getting a show he would never
forget as long as he lived, and she wondered what he would do to this lovely blonde
woman when it was his turn.
With an escaping sensual moan, Cindy shifted her quivering white buttocks about in an
effort to capture the dog's lengthening hard cock, the impassioned tension burning
inside her mounting to nearly an unbearable point. Dear God! She wanted... had to
have the long thick animal cock inside her soft, moist cunt... racing up into her
seething, fire-filled belly before she went mad with her building desire! She reached
back between her widespread thighs, grasping the slippery animal organ, guiding its
pulsating, hot tip to the wetly lubricated mouth of her hungrily nibbling vagina. She
moved it up and down several times to part the thin blonde pubic hair and immediately
the beast fucked forward, spearing his animal penis into her inflamed cuntal channel,
pushing aside the heated walls further and further apart as he buried the long rod of
thickened cock deep up into her hotly squirming young pussy hole.
Niven watched in total fascination as the thick scarlet rod of dog-cock slithered forward
with a wet bestial charge until it was sunk to the hilt, Marvel's hairy, sperm-bloated
balls swinging wildly into the softness below the young girl's damp, golden pussy hair.
"Oh God...!" Cindy choked out, her wide blue eyes staring glazed as the great dog
began to fuck jerkily into her from behind while she subconsciously watched Niven's
several immersed fingers moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, moistly splayed
cunt. "Oooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh..." she chanted in sensuous relief, beginning to
screw her lush young buttocks back with an abandoned rhythm to meet the animal's
powerfully long strokes into her.
Niven watched in mounting fascination, her slender fingers pummeling the lubricious
raw flesh of her own insatiable pussy, while her eyes locked onto Cindy's face,
enraptured by the supreme fucking Marvel was giving her. She watched the full, whitely
quivering breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing young torso, keeping
cadence with the huge animal's heavy lengthened cock fucking deeper and deeper into
her from behind, his strong sinewy body smacking and spreading further apart the soft
white moons of her upraised buttocks with every solid stroke. His cock was a piston of
glistening animal flesh, sinking to its full depths into her soft, fire-enraged belly.
Suddenly Niven reached down and entwined her fingers in Cindy's golden, lush hair to
gently press the passion-crazed girl's lovely face downward between her drawn-up,
widespread thighs into the moist, hair-fringed flesh of her burning loins, feeling the
pretty girl's hot wet tongue begin to lick voraciously at the glistening, velvety folds of
her widely splayed cunt... the lush softness of her ovaled lips sucking wildly at the erect,
tiny clitoris. Then, the length of the lust-incited girl's searing little tongue darted
feverishly up into her clasping vaginal hole, slashing, swirling, sucking... while Niven
felt her young, hot breaths coming in tight gasps against her sensitive, inner cunt-flesh,
all the time rotating her luscious white ass-cheeks furiously, grinding them back onto
Marvel's massive cock like a bitch-animal in heat.
Niven knew that once Cindy got going, there would be no stopping her, but she would
never have dreamed that there was this much passion locked up in the young artist.
The young Venus had lost all control, and at that moment was little more than a
deranged mass of sensually perspiring female flesh. The lewdly erotic sight was more
than Niven could any longer stand. Her own climax was about to erupt inside her from
the beautiful mouthing that the ecstasy-maddened girl was administering. She tossed
back her beautiful head in an unrestrained spasm, wailing deeply as her vagina seemed
to burst and waves of orgasmic pleasure washed through her insatiable loins and belly,
causing her long shapely legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Cindy's golden
head buried deep between her quaking tanned thighs.
Abruptly, Cindy lifted her sensuously slackened face to cry out a guttural sound from
deep in her own chest. Her glazed blue eyes grew round and wide as she blurted:
"Oooooooooo Goooooooood! I can't stand it... I... It's too much... too much...!" And
her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head tossing wildly from side
to side, her long blonde hair flailing crazily as she began the first convulsions of climax,
screwing her wildly undulating buttocks back onto the long thick driving animal penis
with a wantonness she would never have known she possessed.
Niven watched in the mirror, delighting in the fact that Cindy had finally become the
full woman she was capable of. The art director knew that as long as Cindy had kept
herself repressed, a great part of her talent would never come out. Now that she could
see all the things that were possible, her work would be all the better for it. The 
ravenhaired beauty gazed with a hypnotic interest as Marvel's long dripping tongue hung
loosely from the open mouth of his head, panting and dripping saliva onto the white
smooth flesh of Cindy's lovely hollowed back, while the ebony animal fucked with a
wild fury into her insanely contorting buttocks from behind. Then, Cindy shrieked and
slammed her lush, rounded ass back against the assaulting animal with a desperate,
frantic jerk as simultaneously the brute fucked forward and his massive cock began to
spew its heated animal sperm deep up into her desperately constricting belly with long
hard strokes.
Again, the young blonde artist screamed, her smoothly taunted white ass cheeks
beginning to contract convulsively while Niven watched the mirror to see the
combination animal-human cum thickly seep licentiously from her tightly clenching
cunt-mouth, which was still clasping and milking Marvel's slowly deflating cock, thin
rivulets of the sticky white fluid running down the velvety-sleek columns of her inner
thighs. At last, she collapsed on top of Niven's loins, giving one last gasping sigh of
release before fainting from sheer exhaustion.
Niven smiled at the young girl, knowing that she would now become the total woman
she had been destined to be. It gave the older raven-haired woman a good feeling to
know that she had had a part... a very major part, in bringing out the very best of this
young woman. Lovingly, Niven ran her finger lightly through Cindy's tangled blonde
tresses, bringing the young girl back to life.
For a moment, Cindy didn't know where she was. Then, as realization dawned on her,
she felt a wave of shame flowing over her. She would never have believed that she was
capable of doing the things she had just finished. To think... she had actually, willingly,
willingly performed in the most debasing of lesbianism... and to think that a dog had
actually fucked her.
Cindy's mind was tom with two conflicting thoughts. Everything she had ever been
taught by her parents told her that what she had just done was wrong... evil somehow.
But there was no denying the fact that she had loved every moment of it. Even now,
though the sensations she had experienced were but a rapidly fading memory, she knew
that she would do anything to experience those feelings again. Nothing that felt so
totally wonderful could possibly be bad. Oooohhh! If she had only known what those
sensations were like when she had been engaged to Lance... She would never have
thrown him out of her room. She would have made him feel as good as she knew now
he could have made her feel.
A small tear trickled down her left cheek as she thought of all the pleasure she had
denied herself the past years... and the torment she had put herself through because of
it.
"Why... what's the matter, Cindy darling," Niven asked, genuinely concerned for the
young girl's well-being.
"I... I was just thinking of all the time I've wasted... all the things I could have 
done if I hadn't been so... so... stupid."
To the surprise of the young girl, Niven broke out into peals of laughter. The young
blonde stared at this lovely woman wondering what was so funny. As soon as Niven
was able to catch her breath, she wrapped her arms around the younger woman's neck.
"Everyone has to start somewhere," Niven said in a soothing tone. "I should think that
you would be happy that you have your whole life to live yet... full of the knowledge
that there are a great many good times left in store."
Behind the one-way mirror, Brock stroked his massively ballooned cock through the
tight confinement of his pants. 'Nice words, Niven,' he thought. 'And I aim to be a part
of those good times. A woman like Cindy is far too good to be limited to Niven and her
dog. I'm going to really bring out her best.'


Chapter 7

Cindy stood at the front door of Niven's home, her breath coming in short spurts of
eager anticipation. The young blonde artist would never have thought that it was as
possible to make as much money as Niven did. Sure, she realized that the black-haired
gallery director was very successful, but her home was like a mansion! It was built right
at Boston's lovely Northside beach, overlooking the ocean. If Cindy hadn't known
better, she would have thought the home was in a secluded part of the world, with no
people around for miles, rather than in one of the largest cities of the nation.
It took all her effort to ring the bell. She still could not believe what had happened to
her. Following her incredible afternoon with the lovely gallery owner, Niven had signed
a contract to give Cindy's work a showing. To celebrate the opening, Cindy had been
invited to a party, where she would be introduced to all the important people in the
Eastern art establishment. According to what Niven had told her over the phone the
day before, even Brock Reynolds would be there. Cindy nearly gasped when Niven had
told her that. To think... the most important man in art east of the Mississippi would be
in this very house. Niven had promised that she would introduce them, and Cindy
hoped that she wouldn't fall all to pieces when she finally met the man. She had heard
so much about him, none the least of which was that if an artist was shown in his
gallery, fame and fortune were a certainty.
In the three days since she had last seen Niven, Cindy had been totally occupied with
her work. She had had little time left over for social activities, though she was looking
forward to her new life... a life made possible by Niven's wonderful lovemaking. Niven's
and Marvel's that is, she added to herself as the front door was pulled open.
As soon as Cindy gazed at Niven's lovely face, her heart fluttered as though she was
just a school girl. The young blonde smiled as she remembered what that face had felt
like buried tightly in between her legs, Niven's deep-thrusting tongue bringing her
pleasure she would never have known about. Her mind raced for a moment,
remembering with a slight disgust as she thought of how she had allowed Neville to
take advantage of her, and all for nothing. Her relationship with Niven had been both
give and take, each party working for the other person's pleasure as well as her own.
'Sort of the way things would have been if I hadn't been so naive with Lance,' Cindy
thought ruefully.
"Come in... come in," Niven said, stepping to one side and motioning the young girl
into her living room. "I gather you will feel just a little uncomfortable at first, but once
you get to know everyone, I'm sure you'll like them."
"Uh... Neville Putnam... will he be here?" Cindy asked, preferring not to see the
paunchy man again.
Niven smiled. She knew why Cindy did not like the older man. She herself preferred
not to be around him. As it turned out, Neville was such a loner that he had never even
been asked to join the little group of Boston artists, and those who knew him were very
glad for that.
"No... Neville won't be here," Niven answered, putting her arm lightly around Cindy's
shoulder. "You won't have to deal with the likes of him any more. You're in the big
time now. Big people, and the big money that goes along with it."
Cindy breathed a sigh of relief as she allowed herself to be led into the huge living
room. At first, it seemed to the young blonde girl that the place was wall to wall people.
Some of them she recognized from seeing pictures. Artists, directors, art reviewers –
everyone seemed to feel completely at ease with everyone else. Cindy was certain that it
would be a long time before she could feel like one of these people. They were all so
successful, and she was just starting out, still feeling her wings yet.
Niven seemed to understand what Cindy was going through. The last thing she wanted
was for this lovely blonde to feel uncomfortable... especially since she had great plans
for her. Cindy had passed her first test for membership without even knowing that she
was being tested. The real test would come a little later, when Brock finally got to her.
After that, Cindy would be a full fledged member of the Boston Artists, and the success
that had eluded Neville would be presented to her. The young blonde still needs a little
prodding, Niven thought as she maneuvered Cindy toward a crowd of people. But I'm
certain that things will work out just fine.
"Excuse me," Niven said to a handsome man sipping on a drink. "I'd like to introduce
Cindy Kitteredge, the guest of honor today. Cindy, meet Max Barnett."
Max, a tall, distinguished looking middle-aged man with a closely trimmed beard,
looked away from the group of people and directly into Cindy's widening blue eyes.
She knew the man to be the most respected reviewer of art in the city. Showings had
been made or broken on his daily column, and it was Cindy's hope that she made a
good impression on him. If he wrote favorably about her work, she would be living on
cloud nine for months.
"Welllllll..." Max said, raising his eye-brows and drinking in the innocent loveliness of
the young girl. "So Niven has agreed to give you a showing. You must have quite a
talent to make it in the big league so quickly." Even as he spoke, his trained eyes
traveled to her out-thrusting breasts, accented rather than hidden by her tight-fitting,
low-cut white blouse. He could see her nipples straining against her bra, and he was
certain that since she was here, he would get a chance to play with those breasts... get a
chance to tweak her cherry-sized nipples to full hardness. "I'm sure a new member like
you will be more than welcome."
Cindy smiled, though she wasn't sure what he was talking about. She turned to Niven,
who merely smiled back. "He means... a new member of the art establishment," Niven
explained. She didn't want to give everything away at the moment. The timing was all
wrong. Cindy may have come a long way in a short time, but there were still some
things she had to go through before she was ready to take on a full membership...
especially in a club she knew nothing about.
Max, seeing Niven's slight apprehension, knew that Cindy was as yet being primed, and
decided that the stunning raven-haired woman knew what she was doing.
"I'm sure there will be another party after your opening," Max said, moving close
enough to have his ass pressing lightly against Cindy's buttocks. "And I'll more than
likely be there. I'm sure you and I will get a chance to know each other better then... a
lot better."
He smiled and winked, and Cindy was so enraptured by just being in the presence of
this important man that she hardly noticed.
From somewhere in the house, loud music was started. It seemed to filter through all
the rooms at the same volume, indicating that Niven had her home totally designed for
perfect sound. As soon as the music started, the party really began. Max placed his
drink down on a small table and started dancing with one of the women in his little
group... a lovely red-head Cindy knew to be the graphic artist for an advertising agency
in the city.
"You wait here for a moment," Niven told her as she left. "I'm going to find someone
who is very interested in you."
With that, the older sable-haired woman made her way carefully through the dancing
crowd of people in her home, and disappeared for a moment. Cindy was left alone with
all the strange people, yet she did not seem out of place. Every now and then, someone
she recognized from pictures would dance past her and say hello. The whole setting
reminded Cindy of her college days in a way. There must be something like twenty
people here, she thought to herself. All of them are dancing and having fun, and even
though I'm little more than a stranger, they all want to make me feel like one of the
crowd.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt a hand lightly resting on her shoulder. She
spun around, and came face to face with Brock Reynolds. Niven, knowing that Brock
liked to work alone in situations like this, made the necessary introductions and then
back away, dissolving into the crowd and starting to dance in Max's little group.
For a long moment, Cindy couldn't say anything. To think... she was nearly touching
the most powerful man in Boston's art... a man who had handled the most famous
artists of the twentieth century. She had heard so much about him that she all but
believed that he would be walking on water.
Brock sipped on his drink, then reached out at a passing tray and removed one for
Cindy. Handing it to her, he looked deeply into her eyes, moving his muscular, 
welldressed body close enough for the tips of her breasts to touch his chest.
"Well... how do you like our little group?" he asked, breaking the ice.
For a moment, Cindy could do little more than stare at this man. Then she shook her
head a little and decided that she could be her natural self.
"I like them," she said, looking at the man over the top of her glass as she raised the
drink to her lush lips. "I haven't met many of them, though. Most of them I know only
by their reputations."
"There are better ways to know people," Brock said as though he were a wise sage
revealing her the secrets of life. "This little get-together is as much for your benefit as
well as ours. We like to know a person who looks like she's going to rise all the way to
the top."
Hearing him say something like that filled Cindy with a feeling of wonderfulness. To
think that a man like Brock Reynolds thought she had it in her to become something
famous... If she had allowed herself to think like she was now just a year ago, she would
have thought she was fooling herself. Now that success and fame were within her grasp,
she was almost certain that everything was a dream... that she would all too soon wake
up and find herself in her small, cramped one-room studio.
For a long moment, Cindy and Brock looked deeply into each other's eyes. The young
blonde artist felt a deep attachment for this man for some reason. She wasn't sure, but
she thought it might be because being with him now, here, at this party, made her a
part of a group of people she never thought she would come into contact with.
Abruptly, the loud music ended, and in its place was substituted something much softer
and slower. The other people at the party gravitated to various corners of the huge
room, some forming groups of three and four, some pairing off into couples. All were
dancing, or at least moving in time to the music, and it seemed only natural that Cindy
and Brock do the same thing. Without so much as a thought, the young girl relaxed her
lush body up against Brock's as he led her through the room to a rather secluded area.
Dancing like this is so wonderful, she thought as she wrapped her arms around Brock's
neck, while at the same time his hands slid down her ribs and came to rest at the firm
fleshed cheeks of her skirt-covered buttocks. It was like something out of a movie, she
thought, just being totally comfortable and at ease with all these people. None of them
had made her feel as though she was just a novice in her work. Everyone... even Max
Barnett seemed to respect her, which was totally out of what she had heard to be his
character.
She closed her eyes and rested her head against the well-muscled shoulder of Brock
Reynolds, hardly noticing that his hands were beginning to open and close in a
kneading fashion on her ass-cheeks. When she did notice, she found the action so
soothing that she didn't mind. In fact, she arched herself just a little to give his hands
better contact against her flesh. She could feel her heart fluttering... much the way it
had when Niven had massaged her, but she put aside thoughts that anything was going
to happen to her now. Surely Brock wouldn't try anything with all these people around.
Not that she would mind all that much if he did, really. She had come a long way in
such a short time, and Brock certainly wasn't anything at all like Neville Putnam. No...
this man was distinguished and mature. He was genuinely concerned for her, and kind
and gentle. And married. She remembered that often his wife would accompany him to
gatherings, and though Cindy hadn't seen her at Niven's house thus far, the chances
were pretty good that Susan was around somewhere.
Cindy and Brock danced slowly, each gyrating and turning lightly to the music, which
seemed to come from everywhere at once. The general din of the crowd had died down
considerably, and Cindy was in such a state of peace with herself that she was afraid 
to open her eyes and see why everyone was so silent.
Brock, however, knew exactly what was happening. Niven's house was so large that
there were plenty of empty rooms. Most of the party members had drifted to them, and
the few that were still in the main rooms were already engaging the general activity of
the group. Brock watched two people, Judith Merrile and Fritz Gerald, slowly sink to
the floor not ten feet from where he and Cindy were dancing. Their mouths were
locked, and the older art director could tell that their tongues were dancing wildly in
each other's mouths. The expanding and hollowing of their cheeks was totally
distinctive. Judith stretched her lovely body out on the floor, her long red hair fanning
out under her head. Fritz had one hand on her breast, massaging it through the sheer
fabric of her one-piece shoulderless gown, while his other hand freely roamed the
length of her long gracefully tapering legs, pulling the hem of her gown up as his
fingers moved from her knee to her thighs to the juncture of her legs. Brock could feel
his cock expanding painfully as Judith spread her legs wide apart, offering Fritz an
unhindered passage to her vagina. She wore no panties, and as soon as Fritz's middle
finger touched her passion-flushed cuntal lips, Brock could hear her squeal with
mounting delight. Fritz's hand on her breast was already removing the shimmering
black one-piece from her body, exposing her full, lust-hardened breasts now. Brock
smiled as he remembered the times he had fucked Judith. There wasn't anything the
lovely red-head wouldn't do, since she derived as much satisfaction from giving pleasure
as receiving.
The pressure of Brock's expanding penis pressed against Cindy's belly, bringing her out
of the light trance she had been in, and she opened her eyes for the first time in what
seemed like hours. Almost instinctively, she looked around to see where everyone had
gone, and her eyes rested on the now-gyrating forms of Fritz and Judith at her feet.
Instantly, Cindy stopped her dancing, totally shocked that two people could actually do
what they were doing without the slightest concern for who might see them. Still, the
sight was incredibly arousing, and she stared with a growing fascination, her cuntal lips
becoming wet and tingly with a passion she thought she would never experience from
such a lascivious sight. She was now increasingly aware of Brock's ass-kneading, and for
a moment, she stiffened, pulling her body away from his. But Brock was insistent, and
his hands felt strangely wonderful. He pulled her tighter against his body, letting her
feel the massiveness of his cock against her quivering belly.
Even through the several layers of cloth, Cindy could feel the heated passion emanating
from Brock's penis. It burned into her skin like a hot poker, causing her to shudder
with a combination of fear and eager anticipation. Slowly, but clearly, she began to
realize Brock's intentions. What surprised her the most were her own feelings, though.
She wanted him... actually wanted him to fuck her. He was totally unlike Neville, who
had tricked her into taking his cock up into her vagina. Brock was a man... a real man
who had no need for the little games and tricks that Neville used. In a way, Brock was
like... like Lance. So kind and patient and understanding.
She willed the thought of her old boyfriend out of her mind. There was no point in
dwelling on the past. She was starting a new life for herself... one that had already
begun with Niven. There was really no reason why she couldn't continue her rebirth
with Brock.
Then she remembered. Brock was a married man! The thought of having a husband
cheating on his wife... with her, made Cindy cringe with a frustration she had never felt
before. Here she was, ready to learn new and exciting things from a man who could
help her in years to come, but she would not. She did not want to be a party to
problems she was certain would occur if she allowed Brock to do what he wanted...
what she wanted. Vaguely, she thought of how she would feel if she and Lance had
gotten married and she'd found out that he had cheated on her. She would feel hurt...
more hurt than anything else could make her. She wouldn't put another woman
through that.
Still, she was increasingly aware of the warm tingling pressure down between her legs,
and although she tried to suppress it, the sensations were steadily growing more and
more intense.
I've got to leave, she thought, as she continued to stare at the lust-provoking scene less
than three feet away from her, noticing that the massaging of Brock's hands on her
buttocks were becoming more arousing.
But even as she thought the words, some frozen inertia held her in the room, pressed
tighter and tighter against Brock's thickly expanded cock. She could feel a tear well up
in her eyes, a tear of frustration at the fact that her morals were getting in the way of
her satisfaction. She didn't want to hurt Brock's wife, but she was certain that she
would never be able to hold down her mounting desire.
With a surge of will, she wrenched her body away from Brock, forcing herself
backwards through the kneading fingers on her ass, and walked quickly from the room,
entering a hall in her meanderings and then turning into an empty room. She knew
that all she heeded was to be alone for a few moments... just long enough to let the fires
beginning to rage in her vagina to quell to a point where she could deal with them.
As she moved away from him and ran into the empty bedroom, Brock smiled. He
wasn't certain what her motives were, but he could tell that she was aroused, and that
was all he needed. If he could do the same thing to her that Niven had... get her hot
enough... she would be putty in his hands. The pressure in his semen-filled balls was
reaching the breaking point, and he knew he would have to do something with his
cock... and fast! If this little blonde cunt was going to play hard-to-get, that was alright
with Brock. Just as long as she didn't play too hard!
He followed her into the room... not the one he would have chosen, had it been up to
him, but certainly adequate. The young girl was sitting on the edge of the double bed,
panting hard as though she were trying to catch her breath.
"What's the matter, Cindy?" Brock asked, his voice filled with a warm concern.
Cindy could only look at him, but her eyes, instead of meeting his, came to rest on the
tight tenting of his pants, caused by the massive erection his cock revealed there. Her
mind raced with a collection of thoughts. She remembered Niven's lips on her own
vagina, and the wonderful sensations that had brought about. She shivered as the taste
of the young raven-haired woman's cum suddenly re-appeared in her mind with a
mouth-watering delight. And Marvel's cock slithering up into her from behind! God...
Even Neville's cock, plunging through her flushed vaginal lips. Everything had been so
wonderful... soooooo wonderful. And now, now she wanted Brock's penis in her body.
But she couldn't have it! He belonged to another woman, and Cindy did not want to
destroy the life of this incredible man by making herself available to him, even though
it was what she wanted more than anything. How could she explain her feelings
without Brock misunderstanding?
She couldn't. All she could do was shift her gaze from his swollen prick to his eyes, and
then back to his massive cock, visibly throbbing even through the cloth of his pants.
"Well... well..." Brock said soothingly as he sat down on the bed next to her. "It 
appears to me that you want a little loving done on you. Am I right?"
Cindy almost nodded, then caught herself. How could he ask something like that? How
could he be so crude and blatant about something as important as... sex? Suddenly
Brock was no longer a kind and gentle man in her eyes. He was... he was... something
else. Not as bad as Neville, but certainly not the mature distinguished man she thought
he was.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of," he soothed her, moving his body closer to hers on
the bed. "Sex... love... whatever you want to call it... it's as important as breathing.
Everyone has to have it. Otherwise, people shrivel up and die on the inside."
Even though his words made sense to the young girl, hearing them coming from a
married man made them seem so... so ugly and false. She looked at her hands loosely
placed in her lap, and then at the handsome face of the man sitting next to her.
"Isn't that what a wife is for?" she asked, controlling her voice to hide her contempt.
She did not want to anger this man, since he could very well be of great help to her
later on. But she believed that she had to stand firm with him. If he was too weak to
resist temptation, she would have to be the strong one.
To her surprise, Brock smiled at her as though he were about to break out into peals of
laughter. "Is that what's bothering you?" he asked, bringing his arm up and around her
shoulder and pulling her body tightly, passionately, against his. "The fact that I'm a
married man certainly doesn't stop my wife. Or me either. As a matter of fact, Susan is
right here at this party with someone I want you to meet later on. Both she and I
believe in separating business and pleasure. And the time is ripe for pleasure right
now."
Cindy couldn't believe what he was telling her. It seemed as though he and Susan had
an open-marriage. Cindy had heard about such things, but she didn't believe that they
were possible. Either the husband or the wife was a weak link, and would go into fits of
jealousy that could ruin a person's life. That was what she had read, and that was what
she believed.
But if Susan was here, at the party, and Brock knew that she was with someone, then
there must be some credence to what he was telling her. On paper, and in words, what
he said made sense. But she would have to meet Susan to make sure that she felt the
same way... and that Brock wasn't merely lying just for a good time.
She never got the chance. Suddenly, Brock's lips were pressing tightly against hers, and
his tongue was driving deeply into her mouth, dancing with hers there.
The young girl was stunned... too stunned to do anything. Her hands were still resting
in her lap, and she could neither pull away as she knew she should, nor respond, the
way she wanted. Her eyes closed automatically, and she could feel her heart pounding
in her chest. And then she felt Brock's hand travel up from her hips to her sensuous
mounds, finding one and squeezing it lovingly. His palm was pressing tightly against
the erect little nipple, and the sensations searing through Cindy's entire body were
breaking down her will as though her resolve had been little more than a house of
cards.
As though it had a mind of its own, her left hand reached out from its nest in her loins
to lightly touch the face of the husband kissing her. She opened her eyes, trying to force
her hand away from him, but she could not. With a little moan of resignation, she felt
the fires of her passion sweep through her body and concentrating on her now aching
vagina with a mind-boggling tingling. Her other hand came up and she wrapped her
arms around his neck, falling backwards onto the bed and pulling him down on top of
her. She knew she shouldn't do this thing. Brock was a married man, and she was
allowing her own selfish desires to control her... desires she was certain would ruin his
marriage... and then his life.
But she couldn't help herself. The pleasures she had experienced in the last few days
had shown her what she had been missing in life. Her own repression had caused her
to lose the man she'd loved so long ago. It was as though the dam holding back her
natural desires had suddenly burst in a way she would never have dreamed it possible.
Her lesbian experience with Niven just a few short days ago had shown her the way to
new and exciting pleasures, but that had not been the same as allowing a married man
to take her like this. What happened between her and Niven had been strictly between
the two of them. Now she was involving another person... Brock's wife. And she didn't
even know the woman.
As they kissed deeply, Brock took one of her hands and removed it from his neck,
placing it lightly, but demandingly against the swollen mass of his iron-hard penis.
Then he began a massaging motion until he was certain Cindy would continue it on
her own. Cindy shuddered as she felt his heated penis, and she quivered as it throbbed
to her touch. She had to have it. She had to have this man's cock in her. She wanted to
touch it... see it... feel it shooting sperm as far into her as possible. This was not merely
a fling with a total stranger... or someone who was going to take advantage of her. If
anything, she was taking advantage of him and she wanted to do everything possible
now. As long as she was going to let a married man fuck her, she might as well be as
totally abandoned and wanton as she could. Living for the moment... that was what
Niven had taught her. Cindy was certain that, in the long run, she would regret what
she was about to do. But that didn't stop her. If Brock was willing to live up to the
consequences of his actions, then she could do. She would be just as much to blame for
what would follow as this man.
WHY BOTHER HOLDING ANYTHING BACK NOW?
Reaching her decision, she found the top of his zipper and pulled it down, releasing his
throbbing cock from its cloth prison. It sprang out like a coiled snake ready to strike,
and she shivered as its heated mass pressed nakedly against her small hand.
For a long moment, she massaged it, delighting in its feel against her hand. It was huge,
and she shivered as she noticed that it was impossible for her to close her fingers
completely around it. Nevertheless, she tried, feeling his lust-heated blood coursing
through his shaft. Moan after moan came from Brock's lips, but he did nothing to alter
the incredibly skillful manipulations Cindy was making on his penis. He decided then
and there that he would entrust his cock to her care... that he would let her alone and
allow her to do what she wanted without any help or prodding from him. He was
certain that if she were simply left to her own, she would take his penis for a ride he
would never forget!
True to his thoughts, Cindy became more and more bold with her experimentations.
She pulled her body up to a kneeling position and stared at Brock's throbbing shaft of
white-hot flesh for a moment, then slipped his pants over his legs, dropping the
garment to the floor and returning to caress the huge, erect cock which stood straight
up from his hair-covered loins.
While the hair on his head was gray, his massive penis was sheltered in a thick jungle
of ebony tangles. The sharp contrast gave him a handsome and totally distinguished
look Cindy had never seen before. She stared in wonder at the thick pole of flesh
jutting from the dark-haired loins. It looked bigger than any of the penises she had seen
before... bigger even than Lance's, and she couldn't imagine how she would be able to
take it inside her body. She continued to caress his huge pulsating hardness with her
small, light hand, low crooning sounds beginning to come from her throat. The more
she looked at it, the more definite an idea in her mind became. She had never even
dreamed of it before, but now, staring and massaging this man's penis, such a thing not
only seemed possible... it seemed natural. The very thing that would have to be done.
She would suck his cock. She didn't know how the idea had entered her mind. She had
never even heard of such a thing before. But now the mental image of what it would be
like to have his cock in her mouth... having his thick cum shooting down her throat...
would not leave her. And the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it.
She shifted her slender body so that she was between his widespread legs, and then,
almost as an after thought, she remembered that she was still dressed. As long as she
was being so wanton, she thought to herself, she might as well get her clothes off too.
After what she had seen in the dancing room, there was little doubt in her mind what
was going on at this party. If she ever expected to become a member of the Boston art
establishment, she might just as well do what they were doing. Niven had showed her
that total inhibition was not only possible, but something to be enjoyed. She had lost
the man she loved because of fear... she had allowed herself to be tricked by Neville
because of fear. The time had come to stop!
She crossed her arms, reached for the bottom hem of her blouse and pulled it upwards
over her body in one fluid motion. Without a moment's further hesitation, she pulled
her bra from her full breasts, nearly ripping the garment in her eagerness to remove it.
All the while, the tingling in her vagina was becoming so intense that she knew she
would have to do something fast. Panting from her eagerness, she unzipped the side
zipper of her skirt, exposing her body completely to Brock Reynolds as she unhooked
her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her skimpy nylon panties. She bounced on
the bed as she moved to strip herself as quickly as possible. This was the total freedom
from inhibition Lance had tried to teach her... the pleasure Niven had brought to her by
making it possible for her to receive pleasure from anything she wanted. Now she was
going to prove to herself that she had learned her lessons well... that she could become
the totally free person so many other people fail to be.
Positioning herself once again between Brock's widespread, trembling thighs, she
dipped her head toward his long erect penis. Her long blonde hair brushed tantalizingly
against his muscular belly and upper thighs as her little pink tongue darted out to lick
the small pearl of moisture from the glans of his stiffened penis.
Brock gasped in delight, though he was far from surprised with her actions. He had
seen what she was capable of doing when he had watched her lick and suck Niven's
vagina while she was fucked by Niven's dog. He knew this was her way of making
herself happy. She was deriving pleasure from the very act of giving pleasure, and now
that she was a totally free woman, there would be no end in sight for her.
Cindy moaned slightly as her tongue swirled in quick wet circles around the throbbing,
red exposed cock-head. She closed her eyes and allowed the headiness of his masculinity
waft at her nose as it rose like a steaming heat from his loins.
"Yeaaaahhh..." Brock groaned, totally unable to control his passion. "Come on, suck it...
suck my penis."
Rather than shocked by his words, Cindy found that she was all the more aroused. The
pleasure she was both receiving and giving was a sheer animal pleasure. It would be
useless to pretend that she was doing anything but sucking a cock. 'I'm sucking a
cock... I'm sucking a cock... her mind repeated over and over again as though she
couldn't believe that she ever do it. The odor rising from his contracting balls filled her
with a wild abandoned delight, and she sank her pretty face even deeper between his
thighs to gently mouth the lust-bloated sac of his testicles.
"You can do it, Cindy," Brock hissed behind his tightly clenched teeth, raising his head
up to stare at the enticing sight of Cindy's nakedly swaying breasts and her lust
contorted young face. He could tell that she was really loving every moment of this as
much as he was. Maybe even more. She had never done this before, he guessed, and the
newness of it filled her with all the more thrill.
As though to prove what he had been thinking, a blissful moan escaped from Cindy's
wetly ovalled lips as she sank her saliva-filled mouth down on the gallery director's
swollen penis. Hungrily, she sucked at the stiffened length of his cock, drawing it in as
deeply as it would go until her whole throat was stuffed with the hard male flesh. She
ran her tongue teasingly around the warm, bloated glans, delighting in the way she
could make his body jerk and moan under her. With an eager twist of her slim youthful
thighs, she moved so that her madly throbbing penis could rub against his tensed thigh!
Grinding her eagerly quivering vagina against Brock's thigh, she began to tease his
pulsating penis by nipping gently up and down the entire length of his blood-engorged
shaft.
"Ooohhh... God damn... you hot little cunt..." Brock moaned, his hips starting a slow,
driving upwards thrusting, his mind shattered by the needles of fire ripping through his
entire body, sending shuddering waves of pleasure washing to his cock.
Seeing that she was pleasing this man, the wildly excited young artist pressed her
ovalled lips as hard as she could against the huge rod of male flesh plunging up into her
mouth. Her tongue felt the urgent pulsing of the swollen veins on the underside of his
excitedly thrusting penis. Almost frantically then, she undulated her hot, blonderimmed 
little cunt against his hairy leg as she strove to cum with him.
Standing at the bedroom door, his huge penis jutting out in front of his loins like a
spear, Max Barnett smiled as he watched the incredible spectacle. He didn't know
where this hot little blonde artist had come from, but he could see that she was going to
make quite an impression on the art world. Anyone who could totally release herself
the way Cindy was doing right now was bound to have the ability to be creative!
Without a moment's hesitation, he walked over to the bed. When he had seen the two
of them come in, he been busy taking care of Niven. He'd been one of a threesome, and
when Niven traveled on to someone else, Max decided that he would get to know the
guest of honor a little better.
For a moment, he wondered how he would be able to join in on the fun on the bed. He
didn't want to pull Brock away, that was for sure. He had too much respect for the
man.
But that nice looking little ass of hers... yes. YES!
"Come on, Cindy," he said as he climbed up into the bed and wrapped his hands
around the young girl's waist. "You can lift your ass higher than that."
"Uuuuuummm..." she moaned, thrilling to the feeling of his fingers near her ass-cheeks.
The thought of actually taking on two men at the same time filled her with as much
desire as when she had first thought of sucking Brock's cock. It made her feel freer than
she had ever felt before. Everything was so new that she was totally caught up in the
spell.
Max began to knead the dough-like flesh of her buttocks, running his fingers over and
around the smooth, hairless half-moons.
"Mmmmmmmmm... uuuuuunnn..." she moaned around the blood-filled cock in her
mouth. She didn't know who had come into the room, or what was going to happen,
but she loved it so far, and she decided that she would continue, no matter what it was.
Max inserted his thumbs in the enticing crack of her ass and spread her buttocks apart,
revealing to his trained eyes the small brown ring of her anus. He could see it constrict
instinctively as the cooler air of the room blasted at it, and he could also see that Cindy
was trying to will it into a state of relaxation. She may not yet knew what he was going
to do, but she was trying to ready herself for anything. Smiling, he inserted his middle
finger into the puckered hole.
"Aaahhhggg..." Cindy moaned as the invading finger sent waves of pain searing
through her ass... pain she had never expected. She could feel her rectal walls trying to
yield with the finger in her ass, and when they had somewhat, the pain was gone. In its
place was the delightful sensation of a man's finger in her rectum. This too, was totally
new to her, and she could tell that this was only the beginning. After his finger would
come his cock. His huge throbbing penis was going to be inserted in her ass. She knew
it. She just knew it. And the feeling of his finger in her nether passage was so
wonderful, she wished he would fuck her in the ass right then and there. She couldn't
wait. She didn't care about the pain she knew would come. If she could stand the first
blast, everything would be perfect.
She returned to Brock's cock as Max moved his finger around her anus, trying to
stretch the walls as much as possible. She may not care about the pain... but he did! He
knew it would be better for both of them if she were a little less tight. He ran his finger
in further up the crevice, widening it, causing Cindy to moan again around Brock's
lust-bloated shaft.
Instinctively, Cindy tried to pull away, but she willed herself to remain motionless,
determined that she would be able to withstand the pain. Besides, as long as Brock's
cock was in her mouth, she was certain that she would be able to take anything.
Holding her firmly, Max could sense that she was as ready as she would ever be. He
quickly removed his finger from her anal passage and pulled her up even higher toward
him. She balanced herself on her elbows, making sure she never lost contact with the
nearly exploding cock in her mouth, waving her buttocks high in the air, determined
that she would go through with this new and exciting aspect of fucking.
Max knelt behind her, his body arching almost like a conquering warrior, the
casualness of his profession totally hidden by the fiery lust that now took control. His
thick, swollen penis, throbbing with excitement, stood erect and arched like his body.
He moved forward and placed the searing tip of his cock at the dark, tight opening
between Cindy's quivering ass cheeks.
The young blonde felt the hard rubbery head of his penis exploring her from behind. It
was poised at the head of her anal passage like a wooden spear ready to plunge into her
willing, eager body. Even as it just rested there, she knew that the first plunge would
send unbelievable ripples of pain washing through her, and she closed her eyes, trying
to prepare her mind for the onslaught. She tried to focus her mind on the cock in her
mouth, hoping that by running her tongue over and around its searing heatedness, she
could remove some of her awareness from her ass.
Max took a deep breath, knowing that he would have to plunge into her ass in one fell
swoop. With a grunt, he fucked into her anus, the force of his jerk sending Cindy's
body thrusting forward in pain.
"Ooooooooo... OOOOOOOOO... !!" she moaned, the cock in her mouth slipping out
along her lower jaw as her rectal crevice seemed consumed with sharp, total agony, a
pain that shot forward up her back like a hot, lead bullet. Even as the pain washed
through her seemingly without end, she delighted in what was happening to her. Never
would she have dreamed that she could like being fucked in the ass like this while she
sucked on a penis. The very thought of her wanton abandonment... her willingness to
do these new and strange things filled her with a passion which came from the depths
of her inner being. She felt Brock's hands reach out and grip the sides of her head
tightly, repositioning her lush lips back around his throbbing cock, and she willed her
whole body to relax as she again lowered her head to take the gallery director's cock
deep into her throat.
Behind her, Max grunted, pushing his long, hot penis further and further into the tense
throbbing interior of her nether chamber. His fingers gripped her firmly fleshed
buttocks tighter as he held her with all his strength to keep her steady.
Max smiled as he felt her ass hole relax enough for him to begin fucking her in earnest.
He began to saw his cock slowly in and out, each sodomizing stroke widening the
straining elastic channel and easing his entry all the more. His passion rose as Cindy
regained enough of her reason from the pain to begin fucking back, and he moved
more passionately now, his dangling hairy balls slapping at the moist flesh of her
vaginal slit, tingling and flowing copiously by the sexual fervor her situation had placed
her in.
At first, Cindy felt as though she was being ripped apart by a flaming poker, torn to
shreds by the hot iron shaft of his penis. She could feel his hips pumping back and
forth, back and forth, back and forth, each deeply penetration stroke making her ass all
the more able to accommodate the massiveness of his cock.
Her body was covered with sweat as the last of the pain seemed to vanish into thin air,
and she was left with the sheer delight of having two cocks in her at the same time.
Almost as if on cue, Brock and Max began a rhythmic tempo, each matching the other
stroke for stroke, making her body gyrate and thrash and rotate from the force of their
inward and outward pistoning. She felt as if she were melting, as if her body was bathed
in voluptuous waves of pleasure that threatened to make her body explode into a
million different pieces. Her mind was a seething sea of lust and passion, and she
moved her head up and down along the shaft in her mouth as she undulated her hips
back and forth, all her inherent feminine knowledge coming into play at once. She had
to cum... SHE HAD TO! And she wanted to cum at the same time as the two men who
were fucking her at once. She moaned unceasingly around the lust-bloated shaft in her
mouth, feeling the gathering waves of her orgasm rising, ready to wash over her body at
any moment...


Chapter 8

Lance Martin had been late getting to the party. He believed in getting his work out of
the way first, before he allowed himself to enjoy a little pleasure. Besides, he was a little
apprehensive about being with a lot of people he hardly knew. When Susan had invited
him to come to Niven's home, his first instinct was to refuse. He was an architect, not
an artist. She had told him that Brock wanted to have one final look at his drawings
before making a decision, and he wanted to see them at the party. While it was Lance's
belief that work like that was best done in an office, the thought that he would have
another chance at fucking the totally wanton Susan Reynolds was the deciding factor.
From the little bit Susan had told him about Niven and her parties, Lance was pretty
certain that he and Susan would solidify their budding friendship.
By the time he got there, the party was in full swing. Susan, rather than Niven,
answered the door, much to Lance's relief. He made some small talk with several people
still scattered around the living room, and he noticed that most of the people were more
interested in fucking each other, rather than talking to him. Had he been alone, that
would have bothered him, but being with Susan made all the difference.
Try as he might, he could not see the gray-haired form of the blonde woman's husband,
and he asked her about him.
"Ooohhh... don't be such a spoil sport," she said as she maneuvered him into a secluded
corner of the room. "He's here. I think he's taking care of one of the new artists he's
going to be handling. Suppose you and I get ourselves lost in this house."
She punctuated her sentence by lightly dragging her finger along his jaw line, and
Lance could feel his cock balloon in his pants and give a little spasm.
"I've missed seeing you in the last few days," she said, pressing her lovely, full body up
against his. Despite the fact that they had fucked before, Lance still could not get over
the apprehension of fucking another man's wife, especially since he knew Brock was
here. The thought that he could come in on the two of them filled him with a dread he
would rather do without.
"Uuuuuummm... I can feel your cock," she breathed excitedly as she let her hand drop
from his face to his loins. "It's getting hard already! Now suppose you and I put it to
good use. No sense in wasting anything, now is there?"
Her touch on his erect organ galvanized him and he could feel it springing into
interested life under her deft caresses. Shit, he thought, why should I worry about what
Brock will think? I still can't get over this woman not caring she's married, but what
the fuck?
She took his arm and pulled him gently into one of the empty bedrooms. Lance smiled
as she closed the door behind her and headed right for the bed in the room. There
certainly wasn't wasting any time with this woman, he thought. She gets what she
wants, no beating around the bush.
Susan had been waiting for Lance's arrival, determined that she would save all her
passion for him and him alone at this little party. Now that he was here, she was
determined that she would release all the pent up passion she had been storing during
the day... and do it now! She knelt down on the bed, drawing Lance with her. With a
kitten-like smile on her luscious lips, she began stripping him. He returned the favor,
loving the way her body felt warm and yielding against his hands. She strained her
breasts into his palms as he removed her blouse and bra, offering the golden firmness of
her sensuous mounds to him, urging him to partake of them. Her fingers were
unbuttoning his shirt, slipping inside and tangling playfully with the hairs on his chest,
and then slipping further down to unzipped his fly, gasping with delight like a child
with a new toy as his now frenzied cock leapt into view already turgid with passion.
"Oh God, darling, I can hardly wait..." Susan moaned, her body swaying with ecstasy as
she gave herself to Lance's caresses. The young man felt the tension slipping away from
him as he caressed the succulent body offered so willingly to him. What surprised him
the most was his willingness to let this woman make all the decisions away from him. It
made everything so simple, and left more energy for sheer and unadulterated passion.
He felt his worries about meeting her husband glide right off his shoulders as he sank
into the mattress, the petite young blonde woman clasped securely in his arms.
He covered her luscious body with hot, eager kisses, and felt his cock swell and grow as
it bobbed between his legs. His hands were searching, probing between the slender
columns of her now naked legs for her pulsating pussy, caressing the velvety folds of
her cunt with passionate hunger, noting how moist her vagina was, her lubricants
already seeping out of her tantalizing cuntal mouth.
Her hands reached down and circled the thick circumference of his throbbing cock,
pressuring it infinitely, sending shudders of raw pleasure coursing up and down the
length of his back, exciting him beyond belief.
There was the hot, soft invitation of her delectable young pussy, pink and fragile, the
petal-shaped opening glistening a chiffon rose, surmounted by the reddish tip of her
already excitedly rising little clitoris, and framed by a soft golden halo of silky curls. He
couldn't wait much longer... he wanted more than anything now to ram his heavy,
blood-laden cock home in her experienced cunt, and nothing was going to stop him.
"Put your cock in me from the back!" Susan pleaded suddenly, turning abruptly over
on her stomach and presenting the firm globes of her shapely little buttocks to him.
Instantly, his hands went out and kneaded the pliant flesh, grasping her firmly by the
hips and raising her up until she was on her knees. His eyes stared hypnotized at the
tantalizing orbs, smooth and pear-shaped without flaw, and unerringly, he guided the
thick shaft of his cock towards the faint glimmer of moist flesh visible below the
graceful curve of her ass.
Without warning, her hands reached back and once more grasped his hardened penis
in her slender fingers, and without preamble, began to guide it towards the twitching
entrance to her hungry valley. Lance, his hands digging into the soft resilient dough of
her buttocks, needing no further invitation, and with a heave, he slammed forward and
planted his towering cock half-way up the wet, slippery channel of her naked, enticing
pussy.
"Uuuggghhh... oooooohhh..." Susan moaned as she felt her cuntal passage opening to
accept his hurried thrust. He continued to slide forward, feeling the soft willing walls
slip around his engorged penis like a wet velvet glove, until he finally hit bottom, the
hard rubbery head of his penis touching the sensitive membrane of her cervix, and his
contracting balls wedging neatly beneath the well-rounded spheres of her shapely
backside.
"Aaaaaahhh... nnnggghhh..." Susan sighed again as she felt replete with his masculinity,
totally impaled on his lust-inflated penis. She could feel the crisp dark curls of his pubic
thatch tickling the soft skin of her ass, and she knew that he had sunk every last
millimeter of his rod in her depths. She loved the feeling of having him enter her from
behind like this. The sheer animal quality of it appealed to her, just like everything else
about her affair with him. It was a liberating feeling, and Susan, above all, was a
liberation-minded woman.
Slowly, Lance began to withdraw, easing his bloated cock out of her soft welcoming
depths, until just the head was wedged between the resilient moons of her buttocks,
before ramming forward again, almost overturning Susan with the strength of his
fucking thrust.
"...nnnggghhm..." she gasped again. "That's lovely... ooohhh... Lance... that's lovely..."
Lance began to fuck his heavy penis inside her, rotating it gently, feeling the responsive
throb of her inner walls as she flexed her supple interior muscles with amazing ease.
Her cuntal walls began a rhythmic squeezing, contracting and milking until he felt that
he would ejaculate at any moment from the delicious pressure.
He began to fuck in and out of her, enjoying her back thrusts as he plunged to enter
her, and thrilling to her tightening as he exited. He had never known anyone who
could make love quite like Susan. Not even Gina, in all her passion, could match the
skill and verve... and total lack of inhibition. Her straight-forwardness made him feel all
the better. It would be a lot nicer in this world if people would only stop playing games
and get right down to the matter at hand.
His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her breasts, hanging
enticingly from her gently undulating body. He rubbed the hardening buds of her
nipples, running them between his fingers, making her shriek with pleasure. The
emptiness of the bedroom was filled with the sounds of their passionate grunting,
making the world seem to disappear and leave the two of them totally alone with each
other.
The heated pressure in Lance's body was building up to a feverish pitch, and his furious
pumping increased in velocity. Their bodies were bucking fiercely against each other,
jerking and twisting and gyrating as one.
"God... Susan... that's it. Fuck back! Fuck back!" Lance gasped, his face a mask of sweat,
his head flailing from side to side.
"O-ooohhh... Lover... you feel... so... good... inside... me...!" Susan panted, her body
cavorting with paroxysms of pleasure. "I'm going to cum now... I'm almost there...
I'm... I... AAAGGGHHH...!!"
And Susan was climaxing, her buttocks waving wildly, the force of her spasms jerking
his penis unbearably. Her mouth was uttering mindless, obscene words, and her shrieks
were wild and vibrant, and he didn't have time to notice anything else, because he was
cumming too. A deep, harsh strangled moan escaped his throat as he pounded his hips
against her thrashing buttocks with the force of a jackhammer, and moaned again and
again in frenzied abandon as the first rumblings of his seething sperm escaped the
darkness of his balls and rushed like molten lava into the depths of her milking vagina.
Stream after stream of it surged along the throbbing tube of his penis and rushed into
the hot slippery canal of her thirsting cunt.
"Keep... fucking... back...!" he hissed, his voice hoarse with the lust he felt, with
disappointment, the last dregs of his cum-juice being drained from him. Finally, it was
over, and they lay against each other, his penis deflated and flaccid, both panting, their
commingled fluids staining the bedding beneath them.
As he lay there, his mind drained of all thought, reason came back slowly. He thought
that he would be thinking about his later meeting with Brock and the success that
would be his. But he was not. Against his conscious efforts, the vision of Cindy entered
his mind. It would have been so wonderful to share his future with her, now that he
had one. That, of course, was out of the question. He didn't even know where she was
or what she was doing. If it were at all possible, he would at least like to hear
something about her. The fact that he had heard nothing about her in the few art
magazines he had been reading lately told him that the success she had wanted so badly
was not yet hers. He wondered if she had given up completely and decided that she
would try something a little less demanding. It was totally possible that she wasn't even
on the East coast any more, having thought that a move to the West would do her
some good.
Somehow, without her, all the success in the world didn't matter. Even though the
naked Susan was laying next to him, he knew he couldn't afford to develop any deep,
long-lasting relationship with her. She was like the wind... here one moment with him,
and gone the next with someone else. Not that it bothered him. As long as she was fair
with him, he really couldn't complain.
But he felt lonely... alone somehow. There was an emptiness in his life he knew could
only be filled by Cindy. And he had really closed the door on her by his inability to
understand her as she needed. If only he could be given a second chance with her. He
had matured a great deal since his leaving college, and he wanted to at least have the
chance to show her. He sighed his frustration, and next to him, Susan caught the
general drift of his thoughts.
"Something the matter lover?" she asked as she brought herself to a sitting position,
pressing her lush naked body tightly against his.
"Oooo... nothing really," he said, deciding that it wouldn't help any to bother her with
his troubles.
"Good," she said, coming instantly to life. "Then let's go talk to my husband, shall we?"
With that, she hopped off the bed and left the room, totally uncaring that she was stark
naked. Lance's mouth fell to the floor at her request. She really expected that her
husband wouldn't mind that she and he were going to talk to him, both totally naked
to the world. He was almost certain that she was playing a little game with him. In spite
of all she had told him, he didn't believe that her husband would like the rules of an
open marriage rubbed in his face. It was one thing to allow something like that, but to
have his wife and her lover merely saunter up to him... that was something Lance knew
he would never be able to take.
Still, he decided that he would call her bluff on this account. As long as she really didn't
care, or seem to care, there was no reason why he should either!
Susan knew exactly where her husband was. She had seen him entering one of the
other bedrooms in the house with Cindy, a promising new artist Brock wanted to deal
with later on. It was Brock's idea to use Lance's innovative building design to house a
showing of Cindy's work, and both Brock and Susan thought it would be a good idea if
artist and designer got together, to work out a few necessary details. She glanced over
her shoulder to make sure that Lance was following her, and proceeded without
hesitation to the bedroom just down the hall. She smiled as she heard the passionate
sounds coming from the other side of the door, and she knew that once Lance saw the
type of people he was dealing with, he would shed the old-aged morals he still seemed
to have... morals that were hindering his work and making his life miserable. 'Who
knows?' the lovely naked blonde thought as she reached for the door knob. 'Maybe
Cindy and Lance will hit it off really well.' "My husband's in there... along with a
couple of other people, judging from the sounds," Susan said as she waited for Lance to
catch up with her. "This should prove to you once and for all that both Brock and I
mean what we say when we tell people that we have an open marriage."
She opened the door and walked into the room, as Lance stood in the door jam,
shocked that the people at this party didn't give a shit one way or the other about
barging in on people fucking.
But if Susan's actions were startling, they didn't have nearly the effect that the sight on
the bed did. At first, Lance couldn't believe his eyes. There were three people on the
bed, each so caught up in their mounting sexual passion that they hardly noticed the
entrance of Susan and Lance. The young man had a hard time understanding what was
happening to the three people, and when be did, it was almost more than he could
believe.
A beautiful young blonde woman was busy sucking on Brock's cock, taking it deeply
into her mouth as though her very life depended on getting as much of it as she could.
And she was herself being fucked in the ass by a man Lance had never met.
The whole scene was like no other Lance could imagine! He could see clearly the
passion-contorted face of Brock Reynolds, and he glanced at Susan, seeing a bland
expression on her face. She must be telling the truth, Lance finally decided. No words
she could have used would make him believe that her open marriage with Brock was
possible. Only seeing proof would satisfy the young man... and he was seeing the proof
with his own eyes. And whoever that woman was, Lance wanted to get to know her
better... much better. She was more wild than Susan... than Gina... and he could tell
that fucking her would be the greatest pleasure possible.
Brock did notice Susan's entrance, but he was far too wrapped up in his passion to care.
Animalistic groans spewed from between his tightly clenched teeth as his hands tangled
tightly in Cindy's blonde tresses. He pulled her face deeper and deeper between his
loins until he could feel her soft trembling lips pressing against the very base of his
excited cock. Behind her, Max was grunting and moaning now, his body sweating,
tense and alive with excitement. He increased his tempo and plunged his swollen penis
still deeper into Cindy's heaving, shuddering passage! He rammed back and forth,
driven now with wild, unimaginable sensuality, and the young blonde woman received
his deep-penetrating blows with a gasping ecstasy.
She sucked furiously on the long thick penis fucking into her mouth as she felt herself
caught up in the whirling vortex of her orgasm surging through her loins. Her body
was steaming with heightened passion and sensuality, and she could hold back not
another moment. With an inhuman gurgle of blissful anguish, she grasped Brock's
sperm-bloated balls as the first of her climaxing shock waves rippled through her. At
the same time, a guttural cry rose from deep in Brock's throat as he felt the first squirt
of hot thick cum shoot from his aching testicles and begin its headlong rush along the
length of his wildly jerking cock. An instant later, the lust-heated liquid gushed deep
into the young girl's mouth, and every nerve in his orgasming body exploded as wave
after wave of his mind-shattering climax swept over him.
Cindy wanted to delight in this, her first taste of male semen, but that was impossible.
No sooner was her mouth flooded with a tidal wave of sperm then she felt Max's body
behind her, jerking and bucking as he emptied his balls into the stretched passage of
her ass.
The art critic cried out as he felt the white hot sperm gathering and churning from his
throbbing balls, welling up like a maelstrom and shoot in a never-ending river deep into
her. He opened his mouth to cry out, but there was no sound... only the total bliss of
sexual release.
On and on it came, Cindy's mouth and ass being flooded at the same time with
converging rivers of semen which seemed to burn right through her body and meet in
her belly. But she hardly noticed. Her own orgasm, so total and all-encompassing,
swept through her, destroying all reality, making her aware of nothing but the boiling
sea of cum cascading out from her passion-flushed cuntal lips.
Again and again she felt the river of her lust wash through her. She stiffened her body,
determined that she would do everything in her power to make this wonderful moment
last forever. Even as she felt the two cocks in her body becoming limp and slipping
from her mouth and ass, she moved in such a way so as to keep them inside her for as
long as possible. Finally, though, nature took its course, and she was left with the
hitherto unknown sensation of having been fucked to the fullest... a sensation she
would give anything in the world to have again. With an impassioned moan, she
bellowed out the last of her orgasm, rising high up on her knees before totally
collapsing between the two panting men on the bed.
It was as Cindy rose up that Lance received the shock of his life, recognizing his exgirlfriend!
The room was totally silent, except for the heavily labored breathing of the three people
on the bed. Susan came over to them and touched her husband, who opened his eyes
and looked up at her.
"Darling," she said in a casual tone, "I brought Lance Martin with me to talk with
Cindy here."
As though she was in a dream, Cindy heard the name of the man who would have been
her husband. She opened her eyes with a start and turned her head, looking into the
wide-open dark eyes of Lance.
Neither one could say anything! Each was so shocked at seeing the other that words
simply failed to come to them. Lance opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't.
Cindy was at first a little ashamed at being seen like this by Lance, especially after what
she had done to him... and why. But she decided that she had come so far in such a
short time that she could handle even this. After all, judging from his nakedness, Lance
had certainly been no angel in the time they had been apart from each other. "Well,
well," Brock said. "Now we can get down to business."
The sound of his voice broke the trance Lance was in, and he looked at the older man.
"I wonder if the three of you would leave us alone," he said, fighting to keep his voice
controlled. "I would like to talk to... this artist alone."
"Sure... sure," Brock said as he hopped from the bed and cradled his wife in his arm.
"I'm sure the two of you will get along just fine." He gave Lance a knowing jab in the
ribs, and he, Susan and Max left the bedroom, each laughing as they exchanged
opinions about how Lance was going to handle the pert little blonde.
Neither Lance nor Cindy noticed them, though. Even after the door was closed and
they were left totally alone with each other, they couldn't think of words. They looked
deeply into each other's eyes, searching, wondering, questioning...


EPILOGUE

"Feel like going out tonight?" Cindy asked as she wrapped her arms around Lance's
neck while he sat in his chair, making an effort to read his newspaper.
At her touch, Lance smiled and folded the paper, taking her hands and kissing the
palms while he guided her around to the front. After their meeting at Niven's home less
than a month ago, they found that they had both matured enough to act like adults
instead of children. Instead of trying to make their feelings known by words then,
Lance had merely walked to her as she looked at him from the bed. When she could see
that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, she too, said nothing. Rather, she held
out her arms, knowing that she was now able to give him the love he wanted, needed...
deserved. He entered the folds of her body, secure in the fact that he was no longer a
little boy who had to have his way all the time. Then, as their lips met in a hungry,
passionate kiss, they found that words were not only unnecessary, but worthless. Later
on, after the party, they had talked, a little hesitantly at first, but soon with the
happiness as though they had never been apart. Lance could see that Cindy had learned
to give herself totally to the man she loved, and Cindy could tell that he wanted her
more than life itself. Getting married the next day was almost an afterthought...
something that seemed to go without saying. It had been a quiet wedding, with only a
few close friends... Niven and Marvel, Brock and Susan.
After the wedding, the plans for Lance's building and Cindy's showing were finalized,
with both Niven and Brock receiving concurrent rights to the showing.
With their future secure at last, and their relationship with each other solidified finally,
neither Cindy nor Lance could imagine anything going wrong.
"Uh... what did you have in mind?" Lance asked his new wife in answer to her
question. "Someone giving a party?"
"As a matter of fact, Niven called up and invited us over. There's a little get together,
and I told her that I would talk to you about it first."
Lance could feel his penis expanding at the thought of going to Niven's home again.
Now that he was married to one of the fastest growing artists in the country, he felt
totally at ease with Niven's friends. And he had been accepted as a member in good
standing with the little group they had. He hadn't seen Susan since he and Cindy had
gotten married, preferring to spend as much time as possible getting to know and
understand Cindy in her new role. It might do the both of them a little good to get out
of the house and learn new experiences.
"How do you feel about going?" he asked her as he pulled her onto his lap. She cradled
herself against his chest and kissed him lightly before answering.
"Well," she said thoughtfully, looking into his eyes. "Not that being with you has been
boring in the least, but..."
"But it would be nice to see some other people again, right?"
At first, Cindy wondered if Lance had really come around to thinking that an open
marriage could work. As long as it was just the two of them, he talked a good case.
Cindy was certain that she could handle the responsibility that came with the situation,
but even she had her doubts in the back of her mind.
"I want to go," she said after reaching her decision.
"Good," he said. "So do I. What time do we have to be there?"
"Niven told me around seven o'clock."
Lance glanced at his watch. "That gives us something like an hour to get ready," he
observed. "Now how do you think we could best use that time?"
Cindy looked at his boyish face, trying to read the strange expression there. The corners
of his mouth were turned up in a little smile, and she narrowed her eyes, looking for
some clue into what was going on in his mind.
Then she understood!
Squealing her delight, she slipped her hand down the front of his pants, finding the tip
of his cock already moist with a drop of pre-cum. She tried to massage his swollen shaft
without unbuckling his pants, causing him some slight pain.
"Hey... hold on a moment," he laughed, gentling her off his lap and unfastening his
trousers. "Suppose we make things a little easier."
She chuckled as she watched him fling his clothes around the living room, and then she
decided that she would get naked as well. They embraced each other, dropping to the
floor in a graceful motion. Cindy was certain, as she felt the tip of her husband's cock
brush against her thigh, that their open marriage could work. No matter how many
men fucked her, she would always have that special feeling for Lance... the feeling she
had had since the first day she had met him... the feeling that had never died. Lance
buried his face between the full thrusting mounds of his wife's face, his tongue lashing
out to lick and orally caress her smooth soft flesh. No matter how good Susan was in
bed, there was something in this woman here that made her more important to him
than any other. He didn't know what it was. He didn't want to know! That would take
all the mystery out of it, and it was that little bit of mystery that would keep Cindy
fresh and vibrant for the rest of her life... a life Lance wanted to share with her forever.


THE END
