Executive Couch
by Todd Edwards
(LLP-985)


CHAPTER ONE 

"You're gonna love your new boss, I can promise you that." 

"Oh? Tell me more," Lisa said, sipping at her after-dinner brandy and 
leaning back against the low, comfortable couch. "I'm intrigued already." 

"To start with, he's what the other girls in the office call a 'hunk,' " 
Ellen said, wrinkling her nose slightly to let her friend know that she was 
not susceptible to any man's charms or physical attractiveness. "About six 
feet, I guess, trim, blonde, just the bluest eyes you ever saw. And hung! My 
God, is that man hung! I saw him this morning prancing around the 
secretarial pool and he had this boner that must have reached halfway down 
to his knee! Some of the girls were positively drooling, the poor things." 

Lisa was on the next to the last day of her annual vacation. During her 
absence, her former boss, Dick Nelson, had been promoted to the Seattle 
office of Keller Manufacturing, leaving her in Daileyville at the center 
plant of the big firm. Tom Hadleigh, Nelson's successor as Assistant 
Director of Finance for the company, had accepted her sight unseen as his 
executive secretary, relying on Nelson's fervent recommendation. Lisa knew 
quite well that the recommendation was so strong that Hadleigh would need a 
very good reason to disregard it; she had helped Nelson write it and had 
edited the final version herself, accomplishing the feat in the bedroom of 
her apartment with Nelson lying facedown between her outstretched thighs, 
mouth busily engaged in bringing her pussy to yet another state of 
screaming, pulsating fulfillment. 

"And you think he might be susceptible to a little blackmail," Lisa 
prompted. "The kind I like to employ, I mean." 

"Oh, he definitely has a wandering eye," Ellen said. "He'd have had one of 
those girls spread out on his office floor in no time at all if I hadn't 
stepped in. I obviously couldn't allow anything like that to happen. After 
all. After all, what are executive secretaries for, if not to service the 
boss' needs?" 

Lisa smiled at that sally but inwardly she wondered exactly how Ellen went 
about satisfying the needs of Herbert Keller, the firm's fifty year old 
president. She also wondered about Keller's needs, since the man did not 
project any kind of sexual aura that she could identify. Ellen, she felt 
certain, was still a virgin, or nearly so; Lisa would have bet the contents 
of her luxuriously furnished apartment that Ellen had only rarely, if at 
all, felt the savage bite of a throbbing prick boring up into her cunt. She 
would have wagered even more that the woman had not enjoyed that delicious 
agony even if she had once or twice allowed some man to mount her plump 
little body. 

Ellen Wyssong, as far as Lisa was concerned, was the epitome of the closet 
lesbian, the kind who would not admit, even to herself, the true nature of 
her sexual orientation. They often met for little dinners at Ellen's 
apartment, the woman priding herself on her gourmet cooking, and more than 
once Lisa had felt very strongly that Ellen was about to make an obvious, 
unmistakable pass at her. She had never done so, however, and while her 
conversation was admirably lewd, her behavior was otherwise impeccably 
proper. 

Not that Lisa would have objected strongly if Ellen had made such advances, 
far from it. Now aged twenty-eight, Lisa prided herself on the fact that 
ever since she had discovered the wondrous power of the lively slit located 
at the apex of her long, slender thighs, some fourteen years before, she had 
devoted herself to finding out as much as she possibly could about sexual 
pleasure. Her investigations had been both theoretical and practical and had 
involved a considerable amount of reading in town and college libraries, as 
well as extensive field research conducted in a wide variety of settings. 
Not one to be put off by social conventions, she had early checked out the 
erotic potential of her own gentler and had quickly decided that women were 
just as good as men, as far as sexual pleasure was concerned. 

"They don't pay us those big bucks just to answer the phones and look 
pretty," Lisa conceded. "Sure, it gets to be a drag sometimes, lying back 
and letting some clod wallow around on my belly, but would it be one iota 
different if I were married to him?" 

"You know very well it would," Ellen quickly pointed out. "You'd have three 
or four of his snot-nosed little brats to worry about, all the mindless 
little parties at the country club, all the ... well, you know that routine 
as well as I do." 

"And besides all that, I've got the freedom to do what I like in my spare 
time," Lisa added. "Although I must say, some of the men I've worked for 
have been very nice." 

"And of course you can do whom you like as well," Ellen added. "Probably one 
reason they're so nice to us, when they are, is because they have to clear 
those salaries they pay us! Poor dears, I sometimes think that money turns 
them on nearly as much as a nicely curved ass!" 

"Oh, at least as much," Lisa said. She earned about fifty thousand dollars a 
year and she could make a very shrewd guess that Ellen must draw down nearly 
twice that. "And do you know something? It doesn't make a bit of 
difference-about the size of the bucks, I mean. Did I ever tell you about my 
little experiment in that line? No? Ah, it was a wild, crazy, bizarre 
Saturday afternoon, just after I'd landed that first job with Dave Waldman, 
remember him? Yes, I'd just cashed my first really big paycheck and I had 
five one hundred dollar bills, together with some smaller bills; I got it 
that way and kept it for a few days, just looking at all that lovely money. 
Even the sight of it turned me on and by the time I got back to my apartment 
from the bank I could have wrung love-dew out of my panties. I know, it 
sounds crazy, but I rolled those five hundreds together, making a tight 
little cylinder out of them, and then I used them on myself! Honest to God, 
I actually masturbated with it!" 

"What an original idea!" Ellen murmured. "But then you always did have a 
turn for the unusual; I think that's what first caught my eye when I was 
considering you for a promotion. Yes, the unusual-that was definitely it." 

Ellen was certainly giving every indication of being sexually excited. The 
little woman-she stood no more than an inch or so over five feet, a good 
seven inches shorter than Lisa-was about five pounds over the maximum 
allowable weight, Lisa thought, and much of the weight seemed concentrated 
in her hips, with another parcel puffing out her cheeks, so that her 
naturally round face had become even more so. Her plump little cheeks burned 
hotly and her eyes, a Delft shade of blue, now seemed very dark and extra 
large. Her breathing was shallow and fast, as though she were having 
difficulty in catching her breath. Despite the seemingly obvious signs of 
arousal, she made no attempt at any kind of intimacy with Lisa. 

"Later on, though, after I'd had a little time to get accustomed to the 
job," Lisa continued, "I, er, experimented a little and you know what I 
found? A roll of ones does it just as well as a roll of hundreds!" 

They both laughed at that and the tension which had grown up between them 
now appeared broken. Ellen leaned back, sipping at her coffee, abruptly 
putting down the demitasse when she found that the black liquid had grown 
lukewarm. She started to get up from the couch and then settled back, 
looking over at Lisa. 

"More coffee!" she smiled. "Shall I make another pot?" 

"Oh, no, not for me," Lisa quickly answered. "Maybe I'd better help with the 
dishes and then go. I've got a lot to do tomorrow-all those things I 
promised to do on my vacation and never got around to finishing, that sort 
of thing." 

"Nonsense, we'll just put everything in the dishwasher and let the maid take 
care of the rest tomorrow," Ellen told her. "Nothing to it, really." 

She seemed somehow relieved that Lisa was going, though she continued to 
mouth assurances that the evening had been perfectly delightful. Lisa 
finished her brandy, appreciating the silky-smooth warmth of Remy Martin's 
most expensive products, and got to her feet. A tall, slender woman, she 
moved with an easy, almost cat-like grace and dressed to accentuate her best 
features, her trim body and her luxuriously black hair. Her yellow knit 
dress, slit halfway up the right thigh, molded her body in exactly the right 
places to emphasize her strongly sexual features and to stress the luxuriant 
length of glistening black hair. 

"I'll call down and have your car brought around," Ellen offered, getting a 
warm smile of thanks in return. "And we must have another little dinner 
soon-I'm so anxious to hear what you think of Tom Hadleigh." 

"I'll look forward to it," Lisa told her. "And thanks again, it was lovely!" 

"Mmmmm, I've been wondering something," Ellen said, pausing for a moment 
before opening the front door of her apartment. "Er, would it be different 
with a thousand dollar bill? Intriguing, eh?" 

She laughed to show that she was not really serious about the question and 
Lisa chuckled appreciatively before agreeing that the question had a certain 
exotic interest. They exchanged affectionate, chaste pecks on each other's 
cheeks and Lisa walked down to the elevators, aware that Ellen was watching 
her. She impudently added a little twitch to her walk that, she knew, made 
her hips swing from side to side under the knit skirt and look especially 
attractive. The doorman ushered her out to the street, where her new Porsche 
924 sat waiting. 

I wonder how long I can keep playing this game with that little bitch, Lisa 
wondered as she drove away from Ellen's apartment building. If she ever gets 
her nerve all the way up and makes a real pass at me, that'll be the day to 
start looking for another job for sure! It might be good with her, though, 
at least for a time or two, especially if she doesn't know any more about it 
than she seems to know. Mmmmmm, taking her through the paces, teaching her 
how to enjoy a really good lay, that could be so nice, so very nice, very 
nice! Yes, with one finger up her cunt and another in her ass-hole and my 
tongue flying over her hot little clit, that would send her screaming up the 
walls, I'd bet on that. God, I'd love to be able to see the look on her face 
when I started bringing her off really big. Mmmmmm, if she were to get on me 
and rub those fat little boobies of hers over my pussy! Yes, I'd love to 
shove her fat face down my belly, make her lick me out and then rim me 
really strong, that would be nice too. 

Lisa did not deceive herself about Ellen, however. Although she could 
readily admit that the thought of going to bed with the woman had a certain 
exotic charm, one that would be greatly enhanced if Ellen really were as 
inexperienced as she seemed to be, she knew that having the woman as a lover 
would create a situation that would probably become intolerable in short 
order. For all her good humor and kindness, there was definitely a sadistic 
streak in Ellen's personality, though it lay well hidden beneath the surface 
of her polished exterior. Lisa knew that she enjoyed correcting the girls in 
the secretarial pool, that she relished the power which came to her as 
executive secretary to the company's president, and that Ellen could be 
incredibly ruthless and hard when she chose to be. 

Either way, it would be the end, Lisa thought to herself as she neared her 
own apartment complex. If she took to me strong, that would be almost like 
having a husband, I'd bet on that. But more-likely, she'd want to get me out 
of the company, really out of sight; I'd bet anything that she'd start 
having the guilties about making it with a woman and then she'd take it out 
on me something awful. Nope, I don't think it would be a good idea to start 
making it with our Miss Priss! 

Lisa parked in the appropriate slot and went up to her apartment. There she 
quickly undressed, removing the shoes, pantyhose and dress which had been 
her wardrobe for that evening. She went into the large bathroom just off her 
bedroom and opened the faucets on the tub until the water ran hot. She then 
turned off the water and fitted a three foot length of rubber hose to the 
faucet. The hose terminated in an enema nozzle, a six inch piece of white 
curved plastic with a tiny hole in the end. After adjusting the faucets 
until the water ran at a suitable temperature, she got into the big, 
luxuriously styled tub and lay back, carefully resting her long, black hair 
on a narrow wooden bench that kept her head dry. 

Lisa had designed the bathroom herself and had also engineered the 
hose-and-nozzle apparatus, crafting it to fit her own particular needs and 
fantasies. She had also installed a large makeup mirror at the end of the 
tub, the kind which swung out on accordion arms and could be positioned in 
virtually any position. The glass had a strong degree of magnification and 
she could look up at it and see a clear, very detailed image of her own 
pussy. 

For a tense moment she considered her image and again felt the awesome power 
of sexual hunger begin working through her loins, as it always did when she 
saw anything pertaining to sex. Lisa had sculpted the dark, extra-thick 
pubic bush in a way that struck her as extremely erotic, carefully shaving 
off the sparse growth of black hair that grew along the sides of the sensual 
slit. Anyone standing directly in front of her would see only a neat little 
Vee of bushy black hair when she was also standing; she could lie back, 
however, and give the person a clear, unhampered view of her vulva. Men, she 
had early discovered, liked looking at a pussy, especially one with dark, 
suggestively large inner lips, and she went out of her way to do whatever 
she could to ensure that her control over the male sexual impulse was as 
complete as possible. 

After examining herself for several minutes, Lisa carefully spread the inner 
lips of her pussy with her left hand. That touch proved exquisitely 
arousing, due partly to her advanced state of arousal but also due in part 
to her knowledge of what was going to happen next. She used her right hand 
to maneuver the nozzle around until she could direct a stream of water, 
surprisingly hard and fine, against her vulva. She moved the stream about 
with a scientific precision, aiming first at her ass-hole, then at the area 
around her vulva and finally directly at her cunt's slightly opened mouth. 
She did not allow the fine, brutally stinging spray of warm water touch her 
clitoris, however. 

"Ohhh, yes, you're doing it so good!" she panted, deliberately speaking 
aloud in an attempt at exciting herself still more. "Mmmmmm, that super 
cock, it's so hard, so big and hard! Ooooooh, I love it when you rub it over 
my pussy; it makes me want to fuck and suck harder than ever! Agghhhh! Do it 
to me, do it harder! Get it all the way up and fuck! I want to feel you 
fucking my brains out!" 

Lisa had practiced a furtive, silent form of masturbation until her 
sophomore year in college, when a lecherous professor of economics and his 
equally lusty wife had enlightened her. The professor, a bearded 
theoretician in his mid-thirties, had deliberately recruited her with an eye 
toward sharing her with his wife, who combined lesbian and orthodox sexual 
fantasies in ways which had gone far toward enlightening Lisa and helping 
her break free from the ties and conventions she had inherited from her 
mother. 

"To masturbate is to declare your independence of everyone," Selma had told 
her. "It is an affirmation of your own freedom to make love to yourself 
exactly as you choose, giving yourself every possible form of stimulation. 
Sometimes it helps, my dear, to pretend that you really are with a man-or 
perhaps a woman?-and that you and he are in transports of horniness. When 
you fuck yourself, try crying out, moaning, cursing, demanding more of that 
pleasure-you might find that it does wonders for your climax!" 

"Yes, and it will also turn on a man if he happens to be watching," Marvin, 
her superbly hung husband, had added. "Lots of times, after Selma's fucked 
and sucked me to a pulp, she'll get over there and finger-fuck herself a 
time or two and before I even know it, there I am, hot and horny again!" 

Lisa had tested their theory and had found it eminently suitable to her own 
forms of self-stimulation. She ordinarily excited herself with verbal 
exhortations now and relished the extra-jolt of erotic delight which her 
throaty, hoarse cries produced. At times she even resorted to using taped 
transcriptions of favorite sexual episodes from her past, choosing perhaps a 
cassette made during an earlier session of masturbating or perhaps one 
catching her in action with an especially voluble and active lover. 

Still groaning and muttering obscene exhortations, she gradually worked the 
tip of the nozzle into the gaping mouth of her cunt. Even though the tool 
did not have the extra-large dimensions she mostly favored for vaginal or 
anal penetration, it sufficed, given her extraordinary degree of arousal and 
the resulting tightness of the vaginal opening. The stream of water also 
compensated for the tool's lack of size; the flow of water streamed up into 
her cunt and bathed the sorely inflamed inner tissues with liquid warmth, 
very much as though an exceptionally vigorous man were in her and spewing 
out his load with animal-like enthusiasm. 

Lisa made the injection of warm water even more like an ejaculation by 
briefly pinching shut the thin-walled tubing connecting the nozzle to the 
faucet and then releasing it. The extra water pressure, built up during the 
constriction, now inundated her cunt with an even stronger burst of warm 
water. 

"AGGHHHH!" she cried, writhing about in agony as her womb exploded with 
violent upheavals of sensual release. "Ohhh, come, you bastard, shoot your 
fucking nuts off and COME! Do it harder, spew it out, blast it out of your 
cock! Ooooooh, fuck, damn you, fuck it up my cunt and make it spurt! I love 
it when you come like that, so fucking strong and hard, it's making me want 
to die, I can't stand it, I can't take any more of it, I can't ... 
ANNNGGGHHHH! OWWWWW! UGGHHHHHH!" 

Lisa pressed her feet harder against the end of the tub and shuddered as her 
womb coughed out its last desperate measure of lustful pleasure. Her orgas 
slowly tapered off until she was left with nothing but a warm, intensely 
pleasant glow that extended throughout almost all her body. She released the 
nozzle, which she had thrust far up her frantically contracting love-canal, 
and it slowly emerged from her pussy's splayed lips, still spurting out its 
relentless stream of warm water. 

Lisa lay back in the tub for a good five minutes before moving. She could 
easily have brought herself off again; a touch of a finger against her 
clitoris would have sent her into another shuddering, moaning frenzy of 
ecstatic joy but she did not choose to have it end that way. After 
recuperating fully from the savagely pleasing effects of the climax, she 
turned the water off, disconnected the hose and got out of the tub. She 
draped the hose and nozzle over a towel rack, where it could dry overnight 
and toweled herself dry. 

She left the bathroom then and went to bed, lying back and stretching 
voluptuously between the freshly laundered sheets. Lisa pampered herself by 
using genuine Irish linen on her bed, the rough, nubby kind which felt so 
good against her naked skin. The material's almost harsh texture struck her 
as far more erotic than cotton or satin, both of which she had tried and 
found less than satisfying. After lying there for a moment she felt of her 
pussy. The lips were warm and slippery, as she had known they would be; her 
cunt was still working overtime, generating profuse amounts of sexual 
lubricant. 

"Yes, just the condition for my little treasures," she murmured aloud. 

Lisa reached into the bedside table and brought out a finely carpentered 
box, a cube of rosewood no more than three inches long in any direction. 
Opening it, she removed a pair of glistening orbs, perfectly round; they 
were made of sterling silver and were very heavy. Each ball was about a 
half-inch in diameter. She held them in her hand briefly, waiting for them 
to reach body temperature, and then she gently placed the palm of the hand 
against her vulva. The round balls seemed to find their own way into her 
cunt, which acted almost voraciously eager to gulp them down. Once they were 
satisfactorily encased in the fragrant, juicy tunnel, she clamped her thighs 
together and rolled over onto her stomach, placing her right hand under her 
body and positioning it beneath her vulva, so that her fingers could reach 
up and brush against her clitoris. She began flexing her hips slowly, moving 
with just enough effort to make the balls slip about inside her cunt and set 
off thundering reverberations of pure sexual stimulation. 

"OOOOOH, NOW I'LL FUCK YOU," she murmured. "I'll get my cunt wrapped around 
that big lovely cock of ours and I'll ride you until I've fucked it raw; I 
won't let go of you until you've drained your balls of every drop of come! 
Yes, just lie there and let me fuck the come out of you!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Lisa spent the next day, the last of her two week's vacation, in 
accomplishing the chores she had been putting off. One of these was the 
purchase of a new dress, a present to herself as a reward for having to go 
back to work. She chose a simple sheath, cream in color, and added a 
shoulder bag which complemented the dress exceptionally well. She had a 
knack for finding and wearing simple clothes, depending on her talent for 
mixing and matching accessories to make the outfits look far more expensive 
and fashionable than they really were. 

She reported for work at nine the next morning, driving her Porsche across 
the Minneapolis suburb of Daileyville and parking in the executives' lot 
behind the main administration building. Karen Baillie, who had been filling 
in for her during her vacation, quickly brought her up to date on what had 
happened during her absence. Lisa felt fairly sure that she could depend on 
Karen to give her the straight information, knowing that Karen was ambitious 
in her own way and aware of the help that a powerfully placed friend in the 
secretaries' hierarchy could give her. 

"And the new man? Hadleigh?" Lisa asked. 

"He's only been here a couple of days," Karen said, "and I think nearly all 
the girls are changing their panties every hour on the hour!" 

"Oh? A real piece of meat, huh?" 

"Nothing but Grade A, Prime! Just wait till you see the shape of his 
trousers! Lisa, he's positively grotesque!" 

Lisa knew that Karen did not care for well hung men, or affected not to do 
so; Karen's preference, which she did not bother hiding, was for men who 
enjoyed eating her pussy. "Fucking," she often claimed, "is a bore," and she 
openly declared her willingness to see every man in the world deprived of a 
prick. It was not a point of view Lisa shared. 

"Well, I'll have to see about that," Lisa laughed. "I imagine he'll want to 
see me as soon as he arrives. Take over out here, will you, and see that 
we're not disturbed?" 

"Are you going to let him fuck you your very first day on the job?" "We'll 
just have to see about that," Lisa said, not at all disturbed by the young 
woman's air of surprise. "I suppose a lot will depend on how we strike each 
other. In any case, no calls and no visitors while I'm in there, huh?" 

"You've got it," Karen promised. 

As she had expected, Tom Hadleigh wanted to see Lisa as soon as he arrived 
at the office, a few minutes before nine-thirty. Lisa introduced herself 
when he came into the foyer of his office area and he invited her in for a 
"get acquainted" conference. She knew at once that she would accede to any 
kind of proposal he might put to her; she liked his trim, well-built look 
and the air of direct, interested concern in his blue eyes. She looked 
discreetly at the front of his trousers but could see no sign of the 
already-famous bulge which had set so many of the women around the office to 
talking. 

Lisa arranged for a pitcher of coffee to be sent into the office and waited 
until it arrived, then brought it to him. He had already discarded his coat, 
draping it over the back of his desk chair, and faced her in shirtsleeves. 
She poured them each a cup of hot coffee and then she sat down on the couch, 
leaning back to survey him with an open, inquisitive gaze. This time she saw 
a hint of a bulge beginning to appear in the front of his trousers, which 
were cut in the new, more fashionably loose style that obscured more of a 
man's figure. 

Tom questioned her about her previous work, inquiring closely into her areas 
of responsibility. She answered all his questions with the sharp, precise 
accuracy which characterized all of her work and apparently satisfied any 
doubts he might have had about her capabilities; at any rate, he soon 
switched the talk over to more general areas and quickly got away from 
business altogether. 

Lisa learned that he had a wide range of interests, including several that 
she shared, and that he appeared to be well informed in all of them. He had 
a pleasing way of putting his own beliefs and opinions clearly, yet doing so 
in a way that left plenty of room for disagreement. 

"All right, it looks as though we're going to be pretty compatible," he 
said. "I think that's important because we're about to put in some new 
arrangements in the finance area and there'll be quite a bit of traveling. I 
take it that you don't object to traveling?" 

"Not at all," Lisa said. 

"We're going to be refinancing quite a bit of certain areas," he said, "and 
we'll be spending a lot of time in the big money markets. The company's 
common stock ought to fluctuate pretty wildly for the next five or six 
months and then settle down at fifteen to twenty points above the current 
level. That'll mean a lot of work for us." 

Lisa said nothing, though she knew that she had just been handed information 
that could net her a very tidy sum if she handled it correctly. She 
participated in the company's stock-option program in a modest way but 
preferred to handle most of her money herself. She calculated that she could 
easily put twenty-five thousand dollars into Keller stock within a week. 
Hadleigh's information would enable her to pick up a tidy profit, all 
without turning a finger. 

"Now, for something else," he added, leaning back against the desk and 
looking over at her closely. "How you feel about sex with the boss, that's 
important too." 

"Okay, I'll be quite honest with you," she said. "I'd rather it be optional. 
But if the boss and the secretary found it mutually attractive, I certainly 
wouldn't let anything like office titles stand in the way!" 

Her explanation brought a glint of interest into his eyes, as well as making 
the bulge in his trousers more pronounced. She could now see that the rumors 
she had been hearing were well founded: he looked to be formidably equipped, 
a characteristic she liked in a man. 

"That sounds like a sensible attitude to me," he said. "Well, this boss 
certainly finds the secretary attractive!" 

"So I could see," she smiled, directing her eyes toward the front of his 
trousers in a significant, knowing manner. 

"I'm glad I didn't wear a jock strap to work," he nodded. "Perhaps there 
might be some kind of reciprocal demonstration of interest?" 

Lisa waited for a moment before responding to his question. She considered a 
number of alternative moves before deciding on one which she thought might 
be effective. Rising to her feet, she kicked off her pumps and lifted her 
dress, pulling down her pantyhose with a quick, easy motion. Then, resuming 
her seat on the couch, she spread her naked thighs wide apart and brought 
her heels up until they were resting on the front edge of the couch's seat. 
When she lifted the hem of her dress up and bunched the material around her 
waist, Tom could look directly between her thighs and see her naked pussy. 

"I don't have any evidence that's quite as prominent as what you have 
there," she said, "but if you look closely enough you might see some signs 
of interest!" 

She knew that the lips of her pussy were already swelling and lubricating 
hotly, having felt the initial twinge of sexual attraction almost as soon as 
she walked into the office. She calculated that he would probably respond 
strongly to the sight of a hot, juicy slit and she quickly saw that she had 
guessed correctly: he moved toward her quickly and knelt down on the floor 
in front of her, bending forward to examine the crevice more closely. The 
force of his inspection bore in upon her almost as vividly as if he were 
caressing her naked twat with his fingers. 

"Mmmmmm, yes," he murmured. "I can see exactly what you mean. I've got to 
say, it's awfully damned flattering, knowing that I could have such an 
effect on a woman as lovely as you are!" 

"I don't always respond to a man just because he's got a hard-on for me," 
she whispered, "but in certain cases it does have an irresistible charm, I 
can't deny that!" 

"God, you look tight!" 

Lisa had reached down and gently pried the outer lips of her pussy apart, 
spreading them wide and then pulling the inner lips apart too in order to 
display every detail of herself to him. She knew that the tiny, 
crescent-shaped rim of her cunt was gaping silently at him, almost inviting 
penetration and flagrantly broadcasting her willingness to proceed to more 
exciting forms of amusement. 

"I work at it," she said. "Men seem to prefer women who are tight." 

"And you like pleasing men?" 

"Certain men only," she told him. "But I like being pleased, too!" 

"Let's see," he said, pulling back and rising to his feet once more. "Do you 
think this could help in that direction?" 

He opened the front of his trousers, reached into his boxer briefs and 
brought out a length of prick that nearly brought Lisa's heart to a dead 
stop. Even though the massive rod was not yet fully hard, it was already big 
enough for her to see that he would be almost as large as any man she had 
ever had. She noted that he had not been circumcised, a feature that made 
her like the tool even more; she had always preferred men with intact 
foreskins. The head of his cock bulged out menacingly and already had the 
foreskin drawn to a drumhead tautness. She liked that too: an especially 
large head on a cock invariably made her clitoris throb harder, especially 
when she visualized the mushroom shape scraping back and forth against the 
incredibly tender walls of her cunt. 

"I ... I don't really believe that sheer size alone can accomplish the 
trick," she said, gulping briefly to regain her composure, "but it certainly 
doesn't hurt anything! God, that thing looks almost lethal! Yes, I believe 
it could help a great deal! Here, let me see if I can do anything to make it 
even more presentable." 

She scrambled off the couch and knelt before him, so eager to feel the 
sensual warmth of his cock against her tongue. She did not attempt to skin 
the head back as she popped it into her mouth; that could come later. He 
gave her a hefty mouthful and her tongue curled around the big head to grip 
it tightly. Lisa felt new life surging into his prick as she sucked at it 
and within a few moments she had brought it up to a full, throbbing state of 
erection. 

Pulling back to inspect her work more carefully, she saw that he might very 
well have a full nine inches of stiff prick bulging from his fly. In 
addition, the shaft was very thick, probably a good three fingers in 
diameter, and she shuddered heavily as she imagined the massive prong 
plunging up into the heart of her cunt. Lisa now gripped the head of his 
prick tenderly, grasping it between her right thumb and forefinger, and 
began stripping back the foreskin. Tom winced as she skinned it back and she 
could tell that his foreskin was very sensitive. The sight of his massive 
purple prick-head emerging, very broad and dark with passionate arousal, 
brought a quicker beat to her heart. 

As soon as she had fully exposed the big head to view, she popped her mouth 
around it once more. This time her tongue became even more active and she 
fellated him with a hard, driving urgency, one that adequately indicated her 
willingness to continue the act to the logical conclusion. Lisa had no timid 
or half-hearted feelings about sucking a man to a climax; she relished the 
feel of a big, hotly swollen cock spurting inside her mouth and she had 
developed a great fondness for the unique, biting flavor of a man's come. If 
he wanted to fuck her mouth until his balls gave up their load of hot semen 
she was more than willing to take his load and swallow every drop of the 
thick, creamy jissum. 

Tom was not in a mood to finish in her mouth, however, not at that time. He 
stood before her for another minute or two, long enough for her to take 
every inch of his prick into her mouth and demonstrate her skill at "deep 
throating," but then he pulled away and knelt down to kiss her full, red 
lips. Shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, he pressed hard against her 
and worked his tongue back and forth. Lisa received a very strong impression 
that he liked kissing her especially because his cock had been in her mouth 
only seconds before; she wondered if he would be as eager to kiss her in 
that ultra-passionate way if her mouth had been full of his come. 

"You didn't have to stop," she told him. "I'd have gone all the way with 
you, you know; it would have been all right." 

"I know, I could tell that you were really into it," he said. "And some time 
I'll give you a shot in the mouth, don't worry about that! But for right 
now, though, I'm just dying to get my prick into your pussy. I can't wait to 
see if that little honey-hole is really as tight and hot as it looks!" 

Eager to feel the heft of his bull-like prick slicing into the lusciously 
prepared mouth of her pussy, Lisa moved back to the couch and lay back, 
spreading her thighs wide to display her readiness. He mounted her quickly, 
still fully dressed, and allowed her to guide the broad, flaring tip of his 
cock down between the dark lips. She liked men who had enough self-assurance 
to let a woman orchestrate the entrance, deeming it a mark of superior 
talent, and she eagerly held the broad, rigid shaft as she seated the head 
between the love-slick lips of her pussy. 

"It seems like it's twice as big as before!" she groaned as he gently pushed 
against her and began directing the head up into the mouth of her cunt. She 
could feel the vaginal rim dilating under the tremendous pressure, being 
spread farther, and a surge of hot, eager desire swept through her loins as 
she took his flesh. "Ugghhh! Ohhh, not too fast, I'm not used to anything 
like that!" 

Tom entered her with a slow, gentle grace that confirmed what she had 
already begun to suspect about him: he was proving himself to be an 
extremely capable and knowing sort of lover, the kind who went out of his 
way to ensure that a woman experienced as much physical pleasure as possible 
during the act of physical love. She liked men who displayed such tact and 
consideration and the fact that he was physically attractive made her feel 
even more powerfully drawn to him. 

He continued to fuck his way into the heart of her cunt with that same 
tender, compassionate ease. Inch by inch she took his cock, shuddering with 
voluptuous pleasure as the broad, heated prod sank deeper into her cunt. She 
could not move, owing to the intense waves of pleasure which radiated out 
from her loins as he thrust farther into her cunt. He pushed the big weapon 
almost all the way home and then began withdrawing. 

"Yeah, it's even hotter and tighter than I figured it would be," he said. 
"It's going to be nice with you, Lisa, just wonderfully nice!" 

At first she did not know what he was doing. He pulled out of her completely 
and moved back to look between her thighs. The sight of her cunt's mouth 
receding to its normally tight diameter fascinated him, as well as making 
his balls ache even harder. After watching her a moment longer, he bent down 
and began kissing her pussy. He used his tongue with the same skilled, 
knowing grace he had displayed when fucking his cock into her. Lisa writhed 
on the couch, stung to the core by his active tongue, and worked her pussy 
up against his mouth with harder thrusts. 

"I just don't know how to finish this," he muttered, his face flushed with 
new passion. "Damn, I wish I could do everything to you at once!" 

"Mmmmmm, I'd never be able to stand it," she panted. "BEND DOWN HERE AND 
KISS ME!" 

"Oh? You like to taste pussy on a man's mouth?" 

She did not bother answering, preferring to let her actions speak for 
themselves. She pressed her lips to his with an ardent, burning eagerness 
and thrust her tongue into his mouth in order to get a stronger taste of her 
cunt's rich moisture. The flavor of hot, rabidly eager pussy on his lips and 
tongue fired her enthusiasm to a much greater extent, so that she was almost 
coming simply from the violence of the kiss alone. 

"Yes, I love the taste of pussy!" she muttered when he had broken away from 
her. "There's nothing about sex I don't like, I don't suppose; it's all so 
great to me!" 

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd see it that way," he said. "Tell you what: we 
can't afford to try everything today, not the way I'd like to try it, but 
there'll be plenty of time for the finer points. Why don't you bend over the 
desk there and I'll shove it in from the rear? If you don't come, I'll eat 
you out or finger-fuck you till you come, huh?" 

"There won't be any need for that, not today," she promised him. "Not with 
the way I'm turned on! As soon as I feel you begin spurting I'll be off, 
don't worry about that!" 

She knew that taking him in a rear-entry position would make his cock seem 
even larger, because of the sharp angle at which he would have to penetrate 
her. She welcomed the prospect. Without further ado she got off the couch, 
walked over to the desk and bent forward over it, flipping up her skirt to 
bare her naked ass for him. She assumed a widespread stance, one that would 
make her pussy unusually accessible to him, and waited expectantly. 

Tom took advantage of the opportunity to examine her once more. Her long, 
slender legs tapered up nicely, culminating in a pair of very trim, firm 
hips. The dark, heavily flushed eye of her pussy looked back at him, exuding 
sexual warmth and lustful readiness. He gently touched her, prying the lips 
apart and stroking her most intimate parts with an easy, graceful motion, 
and then bent forward to touch his lips to her buttocks. After kissing her 
ass tenderly he gently bit at her right buttock, setting off a fiery 
reaction of sexual eagerness within her body. He then moved his mouth 
slightly, settling on the tender valley between her buttocks, and even 
licked her crack. 

Lisa shuddered violently when she felt his tongue near her agonizingly 
tender ass-hole and then play over it. He rimmed her hard, thrusting his 
tongue into the amazingly sensitive orifice and she responded with a deep, 
throaty groan of absolute ecstasy, enough to let him know that her ass-hole 
was every bit as tender in its own peculiar way as her pussy. He continued 
tonguing her for a moment longer and then moved his tongue down to her 
pussy, honoring it with a brief but exceptionally productive flourish. 

"OHHH, YESS I THINK I LOVE YOUR TONGUE AS MUCH AS YOUR COCK!" 

"You're going to have a chance to compare them," he said, straightening up 
and assuming a standing position at her rear. "Yeah, I can't wait much 
longer to give it to you!" 

Despite his announced eagerness, he showed the same restraint and tenderness 
he had earlier displayed. He eased his prick up into her cunt slowly, giving 
her plenty of time to adjust to the tool's great size, and Lisa felt herself 
being lifted up onto a cloud of sheer physical ecstasy. Unable to control 
her body's reactions, unwilling even to try, she clamped down with her 
well-schooled abdominal muscles and exerted a powerful force against his 
inwardly pistoning cock. At the same time, she swung her ass from side to 
side and lifted her pelvis up, greatly accentuating the force of the vaginal 
contraction. That simple movement, so strongly exciting to any man, was 
enough to bring him the rest of the way home. 

"Ohhhh, shit, I can't hold it!" 

"Do it!" she hissed, desperately eager to feel his balls blasting off. 
"Ohhh, do it to me now! Come! Let me feel it, let me feel you ... agghhhh! 
Owwww! Ohh, you're crazy, you're crazy with it! Ugghhhh! YOUR COME'S 
SHOOTING OUT, IT'S SPURTING ALL OVER MY CUNT, IT'S FLOODING MY PUSSY 
WITH-AURRGGHHHH! OWWWWWW! AIIIEEEEEE!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Well?" 

"She's everything Dick told us she'd be," Tom said, grinning at the eager 
way in which his wife put the question to him as soon as he had returned 
from the office that evening. "Tall, slender, very lovely, well behaved and 
well dressed, articulate and smart, everything!" 

"Silly, you know I'm not interested in that crap," Derin Hadleigh said, 
shaking her head impatiently. "The good stuff, what about that side of her? 
You know what I'm interested in!" 

"Oh, that," he said, feigning surprise and then a dawning awareness. "Well, 
she's a little on the tall side, maybe five-seven or five-eight and slender, 
except that she's pretty well fixed in the boob department. Long, shiny 
black hair, brown eyes, a hint of the Oriental about her, somehow. Really 
nice flesh, tight and firm, and with the loveliest pussy. I think she shaves 
it partly; there isn't any hair at all around the slit itself, but her bush 
is really thick and heavy." 

"Tight? Hot?" 

"Mmmmmm, super!" he said, grinning at the memory. "Damned near as tight as 
you, I'd say, and just a steam engine!" 

"Tell me about it," Derin said. 

A tiny woman, a good foot shorter than her husband and probably weighing no 
more than a hundred pounds, if that much, Derin wore her jet-black hair in 
an exaggeratedly boyish cut that made her seem even smaller and more 
elf-like. Her very deep tan made her blue eyes look a shade or two lighter 
than they actually were. She had selected a creamy yellow leotard for her 
costume; it fitted tightly enough to show every curve and undulation of her 
almost boyish figure. Settling back in a big armchair to listen, she 
impudently pushed the crotch of the garment aside, exposing her vulva and 
began rubbing the tip of her right finger over its surface. 

Tom smiled indulgently, accustomed to her unusually straightforward 
behavior, and began divesting himself of his suit as he gave her a highly 
detailed account of his lengthy interview with Lisa that morning. He did not 
omit any of the gamier parts-indeed, he went out of his way to emphasize 
them and to embellish the story with even more intimate facts, including 
some of the thoughts which had flashed through his mind while involved with 
the women. Derin's gaze became even more intense as she listened and her 
eyes glittered warmly when he slipped out of his boxer briefs and stood 
before her naked. 

"All of it?" Derin asked when he began describing the way Lisa had fellated 
him. "She took all of it? Every bit of it?" 

"Not right down to the last inch," he said, reaching down and taking his 
cock in his hand. He sat back in another armchair, directly in front of his 
wife, and began rolling the foreskin back and forth over the head of his 
prick, which rapidly assumed its full, menacing size as he stroked it. "But 
I could feel the head going into her throat and she could have taken it all, 
I'm positive of that. I suppose there was an inch or so left to go when I 
started pulling away. She'd have sucked me off, I can guarantee that!" 

"She sounds very promising," Derin said. The lips of her pussy were now 
greatly enlarged and she stroked them lightly, smearing the bright, 
glistening film of vaginal lubricant over the outer edges of the slit. "Yes, 
very promising indeed! All right, go on-tell me the rest of it." 

"Well, as I said, she sucked me up to a stiff first," he said. "And then she 
pulled away and skinned the head back. God, you should have seen the look on 
her face when she saw the head pop out! That's when she really started going 
down on me, after she had the head out in the open. After that, I had her 
lie back and spread for me, not that she had much need for encouragement on 
that score!" 

"Oh? You think that she has an exhibitionist tendency cy?" Derin asked, 
obviously encouraged by the remark. "She enjoys displaying herself?" 

"No doubt about it," he said. "I could see her getting hotter and hotter, 
just by having me look at her. So then I went down on her. Mmmmm, just as 
tasty a piece as anybody could ever want!" 

"Her flavor?" Derin prompted. 

"Amazingly like yours," he replied. "A really clean, sweet taste, and just 
reeking of sex. I'm sure her cunt would have been creaming if I'd kept my 
tongue in her just a minute longer." 

"I have no doubt of it," Derin murmured. "After all the time Janey and Ann 
and I have spent in teaching you how to eat pussy, I'm sure you could have 
had her climbing the walls in no time at all! Especially if she's as hot and 
lively as you suggest!" 

"Oh, she's all that," he assured her. "So, I ate her for just a bit, just 
long enough to be sure that she was really getting off on it and-" 

"Did you try rimming her?" 

"Just be patient and let me tell it," he said, smiling indulgently at his 
wife's eagerness. He continued to masturbate, smoothly working his fingers 
up and down the length of his cock with a slow, easy motion that ensured his 
continued erection, "After I'd eaten her, just the way I told you, she 
wanted to kiss me." 

"Ahhh, that sounds very promising indeed!" Derin breathed, clearly excited 
by that bit of information. "So she's fond of the taste of pussy, eh? I 
always love that in a woman!" 

"She, er, seemed to be enjoying the taste of it on my tongue," he said. "I'd 
have suggested that she try going down on me again, after I'd had my cock in 
her, but since I'd already established the point, there didn't seem to be 
any need. Besides, we didn't have all that much time and I was getting 
hornier all the time, so we proceeded to the grand finale." 

"Ahhh, I'll bet she was frothing, almost, she wanted it so badly!" 

"She wasn't a bit shy about taking it," he conceded. "But by that time I was 
in a pretty desperate shape myself, to tell the truth. I suggested fucking 
doggie style, just to see what she'd say, as much as for any other reason; 
I've got to admit that I wanted to see if she'd try letting me put it in her 
from the rear. God, you should have seen the way she marched over to my desk 
and bent over it! The way she flipped up her dress and spread her feet 
apart, it was really something!" 

"Mmmmm, she wasn't a bit reluctant," Derin whispered. She gently pushed a 
finger up into her cunt, driving it as deep as possible, and then removed 
it. After critically examining the wet, glistening digit for a moment, she 
slowly thrust it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and shuddered 
expressively as she tasted of her own pussy's hot, lustful wetness. 
"Ooooooh, I like that! Go on, darling, tell me about the fuck! God, I'm 
getting so hot for you! You'll love the little treat I've got ready for 
you!" 

"I went over to her and nibbled at the cheeks of her ass, once she's bent 
over the desk," Tom continued. "And then I rimmed her! Mmmmmm, you should 
have felt the life beating through her body when I got my tongue against her 
ass-hole! At first I just held my tongue against her but once I could feel 
the response, I started trying to ram it up her as hard as I could. I 
tongued her pussy again, just to let her know that I was still into that 
part of her, too." 

"Excellent!" Derin breathed. She had now resumed the slow, gentle strokes of 
her fingertips across the lips of her pussy, which glowed even more hotly. 
"A remarkably responsive woman, she seems to be!" 

"I was going to push my thumb up her ass-hole while I was fucking her," Tom 
said, "but ... well, the truth is, I forgot! Once I had the head of my prick 
up against the lips of her pussy it ... it was like she was exerting some 
kind of magnetic force, almost, just drawing me up into her with so much 
strength I couldn't think of anything but ramming my cock up her cunt. Man, 
she was twice as tight, taking her from the rear; I thought at first I 
wasn't going to be able to get it in at all! But then her little cunt 
expanded and she took it. Talk about hot! It was like shoving my cock into a 
bowl of hot pudding! Except that she was ever so much tighter, of course!" 

"Did you fuck her for very long? Or did you come right away?" 

"Oh, I managed to get most of it in before I had my first shot," he said. "I 
guess it was about two-thirds of the way up when I let go, certainly deep 
enough for her to feel the blast against her womb, I'm sure of that. God, 
when she started coming too! The contractions were incredibly strong and 
fast, almost as if she had my prick in her hand and she was milking me down! 
I raised up on the balls of my feet when I felt it start, to get a little 
different angle, and her pussy went crazy when she felt the come start 
shooting!" 

"And after? Did she suck you clean after you'd fucked her? Did you lick the 
come out of her pussy?" 

"No, nothing like that; there wasn't time for any of that delicious after 
play," he admitted. "She simply grabbed a tissue off my desk and stuffed it 
up against her pussy, once I'd pulled out. But from the look she gave me 
after we'd finished, I could tell that she wanted to suck me again, don't 
you worry about that." 

Derin said nothing. She continued to watch her husband masturbate and to toy 
with the lips of her pussy. Her cheeks had flushed brightly and she seemed 
to be breathing at a very fast uneven pace. After a moment she writhed out 
of the leotard, casting it aside disdainfully, and stood before him stark 
naked. The complete absence of clothing more starkly emphasized the bony, 
angular quality of her body. Her breasts, tiny little mounds occupied almost 
wholly by the sharp, spiky nipples and the deeply flushed areoles, stood out 
prominently. 

After silently contemplating him for another moment, she turned and knelt on 
the chair, putting her knees on the heavily upholstered arms and leaning 
forward to rest her sternum against the chair's back. Tom advanced toward 
her and positioned himself behind her. Without touching her body at all, he 
managed to guide the broad, heavily discolored head of his cock up to the 
lips of her pussy and to push between them. Derin sighed softly when she 
felt the contact; she lifted her hips slightly, enough to facilitate the 
entry. He thrust up into her slowly and grunted when he felt the burning 
interior heat within her cunt. 

"You're hot!" he muttered. "You must have been preparing yourself for this 
for hours! I don't know that I've ever felt you any hotter, Derin. Ugghh! 
Can you feel her come on my prick? I haven't washed it since I took it out 
of her; all that lovely pussy juice is still on my cock; all my come, too, 
it's all dried and crusted on 

Derin did not reply. The entry of her husband's massive cock had occupied 
all her attention and she was concentrating fiercely, trying to savor to the 
fullest every nuance of sexual stimulation which accompanied the 
penetration. Even though she was absurdly small, very thin and slight, she 
took the big shaft without so much as a whimper of discomfort. Except for 
the agitated way she dug her fingers into the chair's back, she did not seem 
to react at all to the tool's entry. 

Once he had pushed his cock up into place and had about half its length 
buried in her exquisitely tight cunt, he slowed his pace. Reaching around 
with his right hand, he brushed the wiry mound of pubic hair and gradually 
brought his finger to bear against her clitoris. That touch set off a brief 
flurry of convulsive spasms within her body, as though he had tripped the 
trigger of a powerful electric motor; she sucked in a quick breath of air as 
the spasms ripped through her loins. 

"Ahhh, you're not quite as insensitive as you make out to be, eh?" he 
muttered, enjoying the charade she had selected. "Deep down inside, you're 
not the Ice Princess at all, are you? What if I were to take my cock out of 
you and try stuffing it up your ass, huh? Think that might be a little more 
stirring? I could-" 

"OH, NO!" she gasped, her voice shaking with fright and apprehension. "NO, 
DON'T FUCK ME UP THE ASS, I COULDN'T EVER TAKE ANYTHING AS LARGE AS YOUR 
COCK, IT'D TEAR ME ALL TO BITS, IT'D RIP ME WIDE OPEN! OHHHH, PLEASE, TOM, 
DON'T DO IT TO ME IN THE ASS, I COULDN'T STAND THAT, I'LL DO ANYTHING TO YOU 
IF YOU'LL KEEP IT OUT OF MY 

ASSHOLE! Ugghh, leave it in my pussy, I love it there, it's making me want 
to fuck more than ever! Ohhh, Tom, I'm begging you, don't fuck me up the 
ass! I'll suck you, darling, I'll take your cock in my mouth and suck it dry 
if you'll promise not to fuck me in the ass!" 

Tom didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to her throaty pleas. He knew 
her well enough to know that her heartfelt cries were nothing more than a 
sham, a role she had chosen in order to make herself even more receptive to 
his advances, and he paid no mind to her protests. Slowly easing his prick 
from her cunt, he pulled back and then readjusted the tool's aim, tilting it 
upward slightly, enough for the head to become pointed directly at the 
puckered, ultra-tight little opening just behind the vaginal cleft. Her cunt 
had annointed his cock with a thick, slippery coating of the finest 
lubricant available. A knowing observer might have noticed that Derin did 
nothing whatever to prevent him from reorienting his cock; indeed she even 
lifted her hips slightly and arched her back still more, all in order to 
make her ass-hole even more accessible to his big, glistening cock. 

He seated the tool's broad head against her anal opening and began pushing 
against her, exerting a slow, even pressure that at first had no discernible 
effect. Her ass-hole resisted him stoutly, as though it feared the tool's 
savage bite, but his pressure was enough to overcome that stubbornness. 
Gradually the opening yielded and the head of his cock began penetrating her 
rectum. Derin gripped the chair even more tightly and quivered heavily as 
the tool began its inward plunge. Still she maintained her silence, refusing 
to make even a sound as he fucked his way into her ass. 

"Talk about something tight!" he muttered. "You're tearing the skin off my 
prick! Mmmmm, I can't believe that anyone could be as tight as you are! 
Ohhhh, Derin, you've got the tightest ass-hole in the world! I love fucking 
you like this; there's no one in the whole world who can take it the way you 
do!" 

Once her incredibly tight little ass-hole had been distended enough to 
accept his cock's head, she relaxed just a trifle, enough to ease the 
pressure slightly. She had gone out of her way to tighten her anal 
sphincter, relishing the agony of an especially difficult entry, and the 
brief flurry of biting pain had enormously intensified the heated arousal of 
her body. He could feel the altered state of her ass and now plunged up into 
her ass, sheathing about half his prick with one quick thrust. She groaned, 
emitting a throaty sound of pure delight, as she felt the massive shaft 
boring deep. 

"Yes, you felt that one," he whispered. "You little punk, you creep, I'm 
going to fuck you up the ass till you're a raving queen! I'm going to make 
you love taking it in the ass; when I get through with you, you'll be 
peddling your little ass-hole to anybody who's got five dollars! There, feel 
that? That's a real man in you, driving his cock up your ass! And I'm going 
to jack you off while I'm fucking you; I'll make you shoot your come out so 
strong you'll think your balls have disappeared!" 

Derin gasped with sheer delight when he reached around her hip again and 
began manipulating her clitoris. He did so in a very unusual way, one which 
she had taught him. Instead of merely brushing the tip of his finger over 
the rigid, throbbing little bump of lust-enraged tissue, he grasped it 
between the thumb and forefinger of his hand, almost exactly as though it 
were a tiny little prick. Her clitoris was large enough for him to 
masturbate her in that fashion and she responded strongly to that style, 
which excited some of her deepest, most powerful fantasies. He could feel 
the extent of her pleasure, both in the ripples of excitement which worked 
through her body and in the uneven, spasmodic contractions which animated 
her ass-hole. 

Tom continued to fuck his prick into her rump and to pretend that she was a 
young, innocent boy, a tactic which Derin found irresistibly attractive at 
times. She had a strongly developed imagination, especially in sexual areas, 
and pretending to be a member of the opposite sex sometimes gave her 
incredibly strong rushes of sensual exhilaration. This was one of those 
times and Tom exploited the opportunity to the fullest possible extent, 
knowing that his energetic participation would help spur Derin on to a long, 
powerfully vibrant climax and thus ensure his own greater pleasure as well. 

"TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALL!" he muttered as he fucked deeper into her ass and 
continued to squeeze her clitoris in that unusual manner. "God, I'm dying to 
feel you come; I want to feel your come shooting out all over my hand! 
Ugghhhh! Yeah, twist your ass around and make it better! You're trying to 
milk my dick with your ass, right? Do it, you little punk, do it harder! 
Grind it out, twist it! Ahhh, you're getting there, you love taking it up 
the ass, don't you? Ugghh! Fuck my hand, fuck your cock back and forth in my 
hand!" 

"Ohhh, Tom, you're killing me!" Derin suddenly cried out. She had begun 
writhing about in anguish as he stroked her clitoris and worked his prick 
back and forth inside her ass-hole. "I can't stand it, you're driving me 
crazy with your cock, you're fucking me till--unnnggghhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! My 
God, you're all the way up my ass, you're fucking me blind, I can't see, I 
can't stand it! Owwwwww! Your balls, they're rubbing against my pussy, 
they're making me want to ... unnnggghhhh! Aiieeee!" 

Derin began to come with a breathtaking totality. The convulsive, wracking 
waves of sexual completion burst suddenly from her womb with not a hint of 
warning, cascading out into her cunt and then flowing over her body rapidly. 
Within the space of no more than a few seconds, she was quivering and 
shuddering heavily as the painfully acute outbursts of sexual fulfillment 
beat through her flesh. Her anal sphincter tightened around his cock with 
awesome strength as she fucked back and forth against him, impaling herself 
upon his flesh repeatedly. He continued to stroke her clitoris and to hump 
against her, eager to bring himself to the point of ejaculation. 

The first throb of orgasmic joy worked through his big prick, causing the 
thick shaft to swell greatly, and Derin shrieked out an oath of incoherent 
joy when she felt the broad column of hard muscle begin swelling and 
throbbing. The first jet-like burst of come, hot as fire and exceptionally 
strong, flashed into her bowel and brought another moaning, whimpering cry 
of distressed pleasure from deep in her throat. Quaking with orgiastic joy, 
she continued to rotate her ass about that lusciously spurting prong until 
she had drained it totally; Tom's climax had endured for nearly a minute, it 
seemed, and his discharge had been unusually full and strong. Every twitch 
of his prick had given her another powerfully affecting burst of lustful 
pleasure. At the end, when his balls had given up their last droplet of 
semen, she could barely move. Slumping forward against the chair, she seemed 
to wilt away into a heap of lifeless flesh. He withdrew slowly, savoring the 
dying pangs of sexual delight, and reached down for her leotard. He stuffed 
the wispy garment into place against her ass-hole as she turned about and 
slipped down into a slumped position in the chair. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Lisa quickly decided that Tom Hadleigh owed nothing to chance for his 
promotion to the slot of Assistant Director, Finance. He established at once 
that he had a keen mind, one which readily absorbed every bit of business 
detail and retained it with a marvelous precision. He went through a 
prodigious amount of work each day and did so without losing a bit of his 
gentle, easy going good humor. They worked hard but each day at six, when he 
closed up his office, the work was finished; he said that he did not believe 
in taking work home from the office. 

"It's bad for the home and bad for the office," he said, explaining his 
style to her. "There's no reason why a guy should have to work that hard and 
after a time, you get punchy anyway and you're much more-likely to make a 
wrong choice." 

Lisa thoroughly approved of his way of working. Some bosses, she knew, 
regularly kept much longer hours and expected their secretaries to do the 
same. Tom, in contrast, outlined an agenda each morning upon arriving at the 
office and expected her to find her own way through it. This added degree of 
freedom and responsibility appealed to her and she thrived upon the extra 
responsibility. 

"Off to Portland on Friday," he said a few days after he had arrived at the 
office that first day. "Set me up with appointments for conferences with all 
the people on this list, travel arrangements, hotel, all that. For two, 
naturally." 

"Two?" 

"You're coming too," he said. "I'm going to need some backup while I'm out 
there and you're working out so well that it seems best. Why? Does it 
conflict with something you've got going?" 

"No, not at all," she said. "I'll make the arrangements." 

She did so, spending most of the morning on the phone. She booked herself a 
first class ticket, suspecting that he would be dictating during the flight 
west, and got them two rooms at one of Portland's best hotels. Naturally she 
wondered if both rooms would be used, though she said nothing about this to 
Tom. He had not made a move toward her after that first day, when he had 
fucked her with such exquisite, bone-melting skill, but she could see that 
the fast pace of his working style had not allowed any intervals for office 
pranks. Perhaps the situation would be different once they were in Oregon, 
she thought, and she resolved that she would be ready for him in case he 
wanted her. 

They worked steadily on the flight out to the western city. They arrived 
barely in time to catch a cab to the office where she had scheduled his 
first appointment. He took her into the conference room, where he met with 
three officials of a company which had in the past bought great quantities 
of Keller milling machinery. Tom dominated the meeting and quickly showed 
that he knew almost as much about milling as about finance. He inquired 
closely into their future plans, obviously with an eye toward his own firm's 
business arrangements, and emerged from the meeting with a signed contract 
for some future orders that would be highly profitable. 

The rest of the day continued at the same hectic, energetic pace. He worked 
his way through most of the appointments-she had had to schedule some for 
Saturday morning-and declared himself very pleased when they left the final 
meeting. The success of the day buoyed him up and put a special, even more 
attractive spring in his step, so that Lisa could feel her own emotional 
batteries begin recharging as she shared his infectious good humor. 

"Back to the hotel for a drink and a shower and then it'll be out to dinner 
at the best seafood house in town," he said. "How does that sound?" 

"like heaven!" she said. 

He did not offer to take his drink in her room or to shower with her, as she 
had hoped. Lisa's pussy had already gained enough vivacity for her to be 
impatiently eager for him but she saw now that she was going to have to wait 
till after dinner if she was going to get another treatment from that virile 
cock. She reclined on her bed with a tall Scotch-and-soda ordered from room 
service and gave herself over to mental images of the most stimulating kind. 
In particular, she saw herself lying back on a big, rumpled bed and taking 
his rigid prick into her cunt while his wife sat beside them, masturbating 
herself with a huge dildo as she watched them fuck. 

I can't help wondering what she's really like, Lisa thought. That picture on 
his desk, it doesn't make her look awfully feminine; it could almost be a 
boy's picture, I really believe that. And he's never so much as mentioned 
her, either. Strange. I wonder if they have anything going between them? She 
certainly doesn't look as if she could have very much of a sex drive, 
although you can't tell much from a picture, a lot of the time. Well, I 
guess we'll just have to find out for ourselves later, maybe. 

She had been stroking her pussy with her free hand while meditating on her 
fantasies and now, stirred by more explicit thoughts of Tom's wife, she 
began finger-fucking in a much more serious way. Lisa moved her hand down to 
thrust the middle finger of her free hand deep into her cunt; the abrupt 
penetration brought a low, gasping cry of ecstatic pleasure from her lips. 
She brought her thighs together, forcing her hand up against her pussy more 
forcefully, and quickly humped her way to a short but very satisfying 
climax. She then showered and dressed for dinner. 

The situation after the meal was quite different. Tom showed that he was an 
excellent host and went out of his way to make sure that she was served 
expertly prepared food and wine. He entertained her with a sparkling, varied 
flow of talk, none of it pertaining to business, and proved once again that 
his interests were by no means confined to business matters. When they left 
the restaurant, she felt very fortunate to be working for so accomplished 
and interesting a man. 

"Now for the rest of the evening," he said. "I was hoping you might want to 
join me in my room for a time, now that we've got some free time and the 
chance to let go and enjoy ourselves." 

Lisa was of course eminently ready to accept that invitation. She nodded her 
assent and they caught a cab back to the hotel, where they rode up to his 
room in silence. Once inside the room, he became a dedicated, purposeful 
lover and within a short time she felt as though her pussy was about to 
explode with pent-up emotion, even though they were both fully clothed and 
had exchanged no more than one long kiss and a fervent, hot embrace. She 
impudently pushed her pelvis against the hard ridge of manly sexual organ 
which pressed against her belly, trembling eagerly as she felt its warmth 
seep through his trousers and her dress. 

"By the way," he casually mentioned as they broke apart and began stripping 
off their clothes, "Derin's very interested in you!" 

"D-Derin?" 

"Sure, you know, my wife," he said, looking up innocently. "I told her all 
about the time we made it there in the office. You don't mind, do you?" 

"My God, you actually told her?" 

"Of course," he said. "I tell her about all my affairs and she tells me 
about hers. Hey, you need to understand that she isn't the jealous, 
possessive sort of all. She was really interested to hear about you and 
she's wild to meet you. We were talking about maybe inviting you out for 
dinner when I get back from this trip." 

"Wow! You really had me worried there for a minute," Lisa said. "Well, it's 
okay, as long as she really doesn't mind. You've got to admit, though, that 
you don't usually tell wives about that sort of thing!" 

"Okay, maybe it's a little out of the ordinary," he admitted frankly. "But 
Derin's definitely out of the ordinary, don't worry about that. Hearing 
about what we did, the way you are, it really turned her on." 

"Oh? You mean you actually told her about our little encounter and then you 
made it with her?" 

"Sure, it made her horny as hell," Tom said. "Why? don't you get excited 
when you hear about what other people do?" 

"Yes, of course," Lisa admitted. "I ... well, I guess I'm susceptible to 
that kind of thing. Hearing about it, that's almost as good as seeing it, to 
tell the truth!" 

"Hey, I love that in a woman! Being able to enjoy watching, I mean, that's 
really nice. Maybe tomorrow after we've finished working we can take in a 
porno film or two, huh? You like seeing them?" 

"As long as they're reasonably well done," Lisa admitted. "The really crude 
ones, where the people don't know how to act or where they aren't very 
attractive, they don't do anything for me, but a well made film, yes, I like 
that kind." 

"I'll keep that in mind," Tom promised. "Derin and I have a small collection 
of porno on video cassettes, you know; sometimes we like to turn on the set 
and watch from the bed. Man, it would be nice having you there with us!" 

"My, you two are liberated!" she said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you really 
mean it? All three of us in bed together? At the same time?" 

"Sure, it would be so fine," he said. He had already removed the last of his 
clothing and now stood naked before her, fondling his cock and working it up 
to a full erection. Lisa hurried to strip off her pantyhose so that she 
could display her entire body before him. "She's bisexual, you know; do you, 
er, have anything against another woman? As a lover, I mean?" 

"Certainly not," she assured him. "Generally I prefer men but every so often 
I seem to get into a very different frame of mind, where I really enjoy a 
woman." 

She wanted to hear more about Tom's wife but he diverted her by coming 
toward her and rubbing the semi-tumescent head of his prick against her 
thighs. That sensual contact, so suggestive and arousing, effectively turned 
her attention to more pressing concerns and she moved her feet farther 
apart. He seized the opportunity and brought his prick up higher, rubbing 
along the inside of her right thigh until the big head rubbed against her 
pubis. He did not attempt to penetrate her but seemed content to work his 
prick back and forth against her vulva. The heated slit transferred enough 
sexual emotion to him to bring his cock to a complete erection, one which 
took her breath away when she looked down and beheld its manly fullness. 

"You really like a big one, don't you?" he asked, noting the dramatic 
reaction on her face. "It turns you on more, right?" 

"It does, though I know it's all an old wives' tale, that stuff about the 
big ones being better," she said. "I know that the pleasure doesn't have a 
thing to do with sheer size; I've tested it myself and found it to be true. 
But yes, I always get more excited when I look at a really big one. like 
yours, for example! And all the more so when it had a super-large head!" 

"Yes, I sometimes feel that way about boobs," he said. "I still get excited 
when I see a woman with a really big pair, all the more so if they've got a 
good shape. And like you, I know that sheer size doesn't make her a better 
lover, not necessarily. Derin, as a matter-of-fact, has really small 
breasts, almost none at all, and yet I don't know that I've ever known a 
woman who's more into sex in every respect. You just might be her equal, I'm 
not sure yet, but ... she's out of sight!" 

His mention of his wife at that time determined Lisa on a course of action 
she had already been considering: she now promised herself that she would 
pull out every stop, use every stratagem she knew, all in an effort at 
convincing him that she was the best. She began concentrating extra-hard on 
him now, eager to pick up every nuance of meaning and significance in his 
voice, all with an eye toward proving her capabilities. 

"Rub your cock over my nipples," she whispered. "Mmmmmm, that's something 
that always makes me go crazy inside!" 

"What if I were to moisten it first?" he countered. "Would it be better if 
you could look down and see pussy juice on your nipples?" 

"Oh, yes!" she breathed, ecstatic at his suggestion. "I'd love that!" 

She lay back on his bed and opened her thighs to him. He leaned into place 
between them and forced his prick up into the narrow, incredibly hot tunnel, 
now brimful of volcanically heated lubricant, and quickly withdrew. Moving 
up her body, he began anointing her breasts with her own pussy's rich, 
erotically charged oils. The nature of the swab he was using helped make the 
act still more exciting for her, so that she could feel her desire growing 
quickly into a stormcenter of lusty hunger. 

"Now to lick it off them," he breathed, his eyes dancing with new eagerness. 

He chose to re-insert his prick in her cunt as he bent down to tongue her 
breasts. Lisa shuddered expressively when she felt the huge bolt being 
driving into place; the feel of his tongue on her nipples, rasping and hard, 
made the jolting violence of the vaginal penetration even more arousing. 
Lisa squeezed him with her thighs, exerting almost as much pressure as she 
could, and then brought her legs up higher, so that she could lock her heels 
together just behind the cheeks of his sinewy ass. He continued to mouth her 
hot, aching breasts as she swung her pelvis up to open her cunt more fully 
to him and he thrust into her with a long, breathtakingly effective stroke. 

"OHHHH, YOU'VE GOT IT ALL THE WAY IN!" she groaned, writhing about in the 
grip of a sudden, unexpected fit of sexual anguish. The entry of his cock 
affected her with far greater power than she had anticipated and quickly 
sent her spinning into a state of near climax. "UGGHH! OHHH, DO IT, TOM, I 
CAN FEEL THE COME, YOU'RE MAKING ME WANT TO COME ALREADY, I'VE GOT IT, IT'S 
HERE, YOU'RE FUCKING ME INTO-AGGGHHHHH!" 

He had not expected anything like that kind of reaction but he quickly 
responded to her eagerness. Withdrawing slightly, he clenched his buttocks 
together and rammed the lethally stiffened prong deeper into her cunt. 
Lisa's excitement had lent a special tightness to her vaginal sheath, making 
for even more resistance to his prick, and he felt his balls twitch in an 
unmistakable manner. Her furious arousal had transmitted itself to his cock 
and was now infecting his balls with her own eagerness. Amazed at the 
quickness of his own response, he grunted with surprise and began fucking 
much harder. Lisa greeted his hard, driving action with cries of delight and 
snapped her ass about with concentrated, dedicated abandon. 

Tom's balls erupted within seconds. His climax, a dramatic display of manly 
excess, came just in time to reinforce her orgasm and to propel her into a 
state of real surrender. As her cunt exploded with lustful vigor, heaving 
and clutching madly at his foaming cock, she pressed her breast into his 
mouth harder and cried out in sensual delirium. Again and again he slammed 
his prick into her hotly working cunt, fucking into his own sperm and 
driving hard until he had exhausted his passion. In the process, he fucked 
Lisa into three separate orgasms, though they had occurred so swiftly that 
they almost seemed as one. 

Finally, lying atop her and panting hard, he slowed his pace to a standstill 
and lifted his head up from her breasts. Her face had assumed an even 
lovelier expression as she drifted down from the summit inspired by complete 
sexual release. She relaxed the grip of her legs and gradually extended them 
full length beside him, though she put a hand over his buttocks to make sure 
that he stayed well inside her. 

"Mmmmmm, beautiful!" she purred, blinking her eyes and trying to get them 
into focus once more. "No, don't take it out yet; I love feeling a man in me 
like that!" 

"I wasn't going to take it out," he told her. "I like it too-and my cock 
loves it even more, resting in there and taking a bath, that's what it's 
doing!" 

"Yes, I like the idea," she whispered. "Mmmmmm, I like that picture! It's 
resting in my cunt and bathing in our come!" 

Tom tightened his abdominal muscles, making his prick swell and throb inside 
her, and she laughed delightedly. 

"Ahh, he's still got some life!" she said, enjoying the sensation. "I can 
see that I'm going to have to work harder at subduing him!" 

"Oh, he's dead enough as far as feeling goes," Tom said. "You've already 
fucked all the feeling out of it. God, I don't know when I've gotten off so 
quickly!" 

"Hey, I loved it!" Lisa said, concerned that he might be embarrassed because 
of the quickness of his climax. "No, really, sometimes it's just so 
marvelous, feeling a guy go off like that! And oh, did it ever make mine 
better!" 

She was not going out of her way to soothe his possibly injured feelings. 
Far from resenting a quick orgasm from her partner, she usually took a 
prompt climax as a compliment to her own attractiveness and to her ability 
to excite the man unduly. And, as she had said, the feel of his massive 
prick at work inside her cunt, belching and erupting so strongly, had 
greatly strengthened the force of her own orgasm. 

"Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready for seconds," he said. "And this 
time we'll make it last longer!" 

"What if I were to work on you a little?" she asked, in no mood for an 
interlude. "I'll bet it wouldn't take all that long. God, I'd love to suck 
your cock right now!" 

Tom grinned and began lifting himself off her. Lisa again lifted her knees 
up, drawing them back until they were almost touching her breast; she wanted 
to elevate her ass so that she could see his monumental love-staff slipping 
from between the lips of her pussy. He understood her desire and lifted 
himself still higher, allowing her to look down between their torsos. The 
sight of his thick-shafted cock emerging, coated with an enchanting mixture 
of her cunt's ripe, womanly oils and his own thick, creamy ejaculate, was 
enough to make her heart stop almost cold. 

"Ohhh, yes, it's so fantastic!" she moaned, powerfully struck by the sensual 
appearance of his cock. "Mmmmmm, so big, so wet!" 

He completed the withdrawal and lay back, stretching out the full length to 
enjoy the next chapter of their erotic epic. Lisa squirmed about, clamping 
one hand over her frothing pussy, and eagerly sucked up the head of his 
prick into her mouth. He still had enough life in his prick for it to be 
very large and almost as hard as it had been when he had begun fucking her. 
The rank, violently sexual taste of fresh fucking assailed her taste buds 
and sent her mind reeling under heavy assault. She sucked eagerly at his 
prick's head, desperate for more of the exciting taste, and swallowed hard. 
His come, now thoroughly mixed with her piquant juices, had a bawdy, 
infinitely exciting quality, one which inflamed her entire body with sexual 
frenzy. 

Overcome with lustful desire, Lisa forced her lips far down the thick pillar 
of muscular cock, shuddering as the broad-rimmed head pierced deeper into 
her mouth. She now took all of it, quivering with delight as the big head 
penetrated her throat, and voluptuously rubbed her lips into the wet, matted 
bush of honey-brown pubic hair growing around the tool's base. If Tom had 
had any doubt about her ability to swallow all his cock, she dispelled them 
with that one quick, sure move. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Tom had just moved Lisa around so that he could look between her thighs and 
watch as she fingered her pussy while sucking on his prick. She enjoyed the 
feel of her own slit when it was full of semen; the creamy, slippery 
consistency of sperm delighted her and she took a great deal of pleasure, 
usually, in spreading a full, hearty ejaculation over her vulva. Tom's 
interest in watching her play with herself informed her that he had no 
hang-ups about his own sperm and she suspected that before long he would 
slide farther down, so that he could begin exciting her clitoris with his 
tongue. 

The bedside telephone rang at that moment, its jarring note ripping through 
her concentration. He reached out to pick up the receiver, which happened to 
be conveniently at hand, and answered. After a moment's pause she heard him 
utter his wife's name, evidently with both surprise and pleasure. That 
brought her up with a start and she twisted her head about to look up at 
him, thougn she kept his prick firmly planted between her lips. 

"It's Derin," he said, cupping a hand over the mouthpiece. "Shall I tell her 
that you're here? She'd love to know exactly what you're doing right now!" 

Lisa's brain spun under the implication of that remark. She had never before 
conceived of exactly this kind of situation and, now that it was upon her, 
she found that her clitoris was emitting strange but very compelling signs 
of interest. She needed only a second in which to make up her mind. Managing 
a smile of assent without taking her mouth off his cock, she bent back to 
her work and took more of his prick. 

"As a matter-of-fact she's just going down on me," Tom said, speaking into 
the phone once more. "We had ourselves a super fuck just a few minutes ago 
and she decided that she wanted a taste while it was still hot and fresh. 
You should have seen me, Derin; I was on her and coming like a rank teenager 
almost as soon as I got my dick up her!" 

"That's very nice," Derin said. She was in bed, naked, and was contemplating 
a big dildo while she talked. The tool's rubbery shaft looked very menacing, 
having a number of wart-like bumps distributed over its surface. "I've just 
had a nice, hot bath and an ice water douche and now I'm sitting here 
looking at that dildo you gave me last spring. The big one, the one with all 
the little bumps on it?" 

"Yes, I know the one," he said. "Damn, I wish I could be there; I'd love to 
see you fucking yourself with it. Are you going to put it in your pussy? Or 
up your ass?" 

"Maybe both," she said. "Not at the same time, of course, but ... oh, I 
think I'll tease my pussy with it first. Are you ready, darling? I'm about 
ready to start putting it in!" 

"Just a minute, let me tell Lisa," he said. Pulling the phone away from his 
mouth, he told Lisa about the extra-large dildo, describing it in some 
detail, and added that Derin was about to begin masturbating with it. "Yeah, 
her eyes really got big when she heard that! And wow, the move she put on 
me! Derin, she's got it all in her mouth, every inch of it; the head's way 
down her throat and ... ohhh, honest to God, I think she's trying to suck me 
off already!" 

"I love it!" Derin said. "I'm getting ready to put it in now, darling. God, 
how I wish you could see my pussy right now-it's so hot, so wet and 
slippery! I've been rubbing the lips for fifteen minutes and watching that 
new casette you got last week, the one with the blonde getting fucked up the 
ass? Yes, that incredible black stud is feeding it to her, just jamming it 
home with those incredible strokes! Oooooh, it's going in, lover, it's 
spreading my pussy out and ... unnnggghhhhh! There, it's in now, the tip's 
inside my cunt and now I can feel the knobs, they're digging into the mouth 
of my cunt and making me want to-ahhh! Ooooohh!-it almost feels like your 
cock, darling, it's so fucking big!" 

"Keep on sucking me," Tom said, looking down at Lisa with even greater 
intensity. "All the way, take it all the way in! Ugghhh! When I feel it 
going down your throat I want to shoot come all over! Derin's fucking 
herself with the dildo now; she's got it rammed up her pussy and she's 
working it back and forth, I think; yes, she's holding the receiver down to 
her twat and I hear the slurping noise, she's so wet and hot! You ought to 
be here, Derin; she's lying with her legs wide open, fingering her pussy, 
and I can see the come rolling out! She's spreading it all over her box, 
making it look a hundred times sexier. Here, I'll finger-fuck her for a 
minute and hold the phone down for you to hear!" 

Lisa's mind was already staggering under the overload of sensual 
stimulation. The feel of Tom's cock against her tongue sent shudders of 
lustful desire spreading through her body and knowing that he was talking to 
his wife made the big rod even more fantastically arousing. She eagerly 
moved her loins toward him and opened for him to get his hand into place. He 
thrust the middle finger of his right hand up into her cunt and began 
fingerfucking her hotly, holding the phone down close so that Derin could 
hear the lubricious sound of his wet fingers working back and forth in the 
fountain of love. There was still enough of his come inside her cunt to make 
the channel exceptionally moist and slippery. 

"I hear it," Derin breathed. "She sounds like a pump working! Is she really 
so tight, darling? Even now, after you've had that big, lovely prick up 
her?" 

"She's incredibly tight!" he said, slowing the piston-like action of his 
finger and beginning to caress Lisa's pussy in a gentler, even more stirring 
way. "Ohhh, hot damn, she's sucking my balls now! She's got them both in her 
mouth and she's rubbing her tongue over the bag; it's enough to drive 
anybody crazy!" 

"Ohhh, I wish I were there" Derin muttered. She had plunged the monstrously 
carved dildo in her cunt until only an inch of the shaft remained clear; 
holding it in place, she flicked a forefinger over her clitoris repeatedly, 
shuddering as the rapidly moving finger set off additional blasts of sexual 
madness. "I'd love to be able to fuck you while she's licking your balls! 
Would that excite you, darling, to have your prick in my pussy while another 
woman's sucking your balls? I'd like that myself; I'd love having those big, 
manly eggs in my mouth when you start to cream! I could make you come ever 
so much better, I'm positive I could!" 

Tom relay of Derin's thoughts to Lisa, who answered with even more violent 
forms of sexual stimulation. She put her mouth back on his cock and let her 
tongue go wild, curling around the broad, purple head and digging hard into 
the deep groove behind it; he arched his hips upward and fucked into her 
mouth with short, brutally strong thrusts that indicated the extent of his 
own arousal. For a moment Lisa thought he might be getting ready to come 
again and she prepared herself to receive his load but then he slowed the 
pace of his thrusts and subsided. 

Thinking that a change of pace might bring him to a more decided state, she 
quickly removed her mouth and scrambled up into a kneeling position, holding 
her loins directly above his. Reaching down with her right hand, she 
gathered up his prick and began rubbing it against the conveniently placed 
lips of her pussy. She knelt facing him, so that he could watch her at play, 
and she saw at once that he enjoyed the sight. 

Tom described her actions to Derin, who rapidly concluded her own excitement 
and climaxed in short order. As the pangs of emotional fulfillment reached a 
peak, she released the grip on the receiver and let it fall to her side, 
reaching down with her now freed hand to hold the dildo even more firmly in 
place. Tom could hear her gasping, whimpering cries of ecstatic joy and 
tersely described her climax to Lisa. 

Lisa pushed the head of his prick up snugly against the mouth of her cunt 
and moved her hips back, sliding herself down upon the big tip. She gasped 
with astonished pleasure as it popped into the mouth of her cunt and splayed 
the inner tunnel wide; the entrance was even more arousing than earlier, 
when she had taken it for the first time that evening. She massaged her 
vulva briefly and then lifted her hands, wet with her pussy's sensual 
ointment and the residue of his semen, up to her breasts. He grinned 
appreciatively when he saw her spreading the intoxicating salve over her 
dark, prominently shaped nipples. 

"Ahhh, I'm back," Derin breathed, her voice still broken with the 
aftereffects of the tumultuous orgasm. "Mmmmmm, I feel wrecked, just wasted 
away to nothing!" 

Tom described Lisa's newest venture to his wife and emphasized the hot, 
tight feel of her pussy around his throbbing prick. Derin cried out happily 
when she heard that Lisa was spreading the love juice over her nipples and 
swore that she would kiss the sensual dew off them if she were there. Tom 
reached out with his free hand to touch Lisa's pussy as she worked it 
farther down the beam of hard muscle. Collecting a measure of the 
stimulating moisture, he brought the finger to his lips and tasted, making 
an expressive face of pleasure as the flavor filtered into his brain. 

"I've had a taste of it myself," he said to Derin, "and it's just 
incredible, it has the sexiest taste! I ran my finger along the edge of her 
pussy and then tasted of it. Wow! Ohhh, now she's reaching down and rubbing 
her clit, she's doing herself with her finger! And fucking me at the same 
time!" 

Lisa's venture into new areas backfired on her. She had mounted him with an 
eye toward creating a stronger desire within his loins but she quickly found 
herself becoming much more aroused. Sitting atop him put his cock in her at 
a different angle, one which set off irresistible yearnings in her cunt. As 
her finger played about her clitoris, she felt a vague, far-off twitch which 
could mean only one thing. Absurdly eager to hurry the climax along, she 
began masturbating furiously and at the same time she twisted her ass around 
te make his prick work back and forth even more dramatically. 

Tom held the phone and watched. The sight of that tall, lovely woman 
twisting her loins around his stiff cock aroused him, though not so much 
that he felt close to an orgasm. He helped her along, flexing his hips and 
thrusting up into her with slow, gentle motions and within a few moments saw 
her being shattered by a series of long, thundering orgiastic pulsations. 
Lisa choked out a wailing, shrill cry of distress as her womb clenched up 
into a tight, throbbing knot of excited tension, then burst open suddenly. 
The waves of orgasmic release burst forth with mind-bending power, taking 
possession of her body and rendering her nearly helpless. 

"No, I'd better hang up now," he said as Lisa thrashed her way into the 
final stages of her climax. "I can feel my own balls getting hot again; I 
want to try something else with her. I'll call you tomorrow, love, promise. 
Goodnight!" 

Lisa vaguely realized that he had terminated the call. Her mind still reeled 
from the heavy, repeated attack of sexual pleasure. She tilted forward and 
leaned down against him, resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms 
around her and held her tightly, digging his fingers into her back. At the 
same time, he continued pushing his prick into her, enabling her to derive 
full pleasure from the waning tide of orgasmic delight. 

"You're really something else, you know that?" he asked, caressing her 
tenderly. "Smart as a whip, quick, clever, thoughtful, damned attractive and 
just as sexy as can be! Derin's really going to love having you when we 
finally get together, the three of us!" 

"I still can't believe that you're completely serious," Lisa muttered. "All 
three of us in bed together? Somehow that seems just a little too much!" 

"No, it's the truth," he insisted. "And when we get back we'll work on 
setting something up. I really think she'd go out of her gourd if she could 
settle down between your legs and start eating you out. Especially if I'd 
just shot a big load in you!" 

"Oh? Is that how you'd do it?" Lisa felt intrigued and could feel herself 
coming alive with interest, even after that last debilitating orgasm. "First 
one and then the other of you would torture me? Mmmmmm, you'll have me worn 
away to nothing!" 

"We could go like that," he admitted, "but more-likely ... well, it's hard 
to say. Derin really gets off on three-way action too, you know." 

"You mean ... all three of us involved at the same time?" 

"That's the ticket," he said. "Me, I can get madly horny just by watching a 
couple of really handsome women make out, but then I also like joining in, 
too. Derin really gets wound up when she sees me fucking another woman; that 
seems to bring her alive like nothing else in the world. No, I think she'd 
most of all like going down on you after we'd had ourselves a good, juicy 
fuck! And she'd probably want me to give it to her at the same time. Yeah, 
she'd probably enjoy taking it up her ass while she was licking the come out 
of your pussy!" 

Tom had described that abandoned tableau in a lazy, matter-of-fact tone of 
voice, exactly as though it were a normal, everyday occurrence to him. To 
Lisa, however, his words had a dramatic, marvelously exhilarating effect. 
Already fascinated with the notion of making love to a husband and his wife, 
she found his description a source of wildly erotic power and she could feel 
new vigor pumping back into her pussy once more. 

"Really? I, er, I thought you said she was quite small," she said. "You mean 
you really do it to her that way?" 

"Hey, Derin loved it from the very first time I tried it with her," he said. 
"I know, she's always seemed too small, too thin and narrow, but the fact 
is, she really gets off on being stretched! I think she-likes it a little, 
the idea of being hurt. Not that she's got into the real sadism/masochism 
thing, none of that, but the notion of taking a really big one up the ass, 
that gets her going like crazy!" 

Lisa almost blurted out her own eagerness to feel his massive length of hard 
cock penetrating her own ass-hole. She held back for a tense moment, fearing 
that he might think that she was too forward; she also suspected that he 
would be testing her in that area before very long and that she would not 
have to ask to be fucked in that ultra-exciting way. That thought had enough 
emotional electricity in it to give her flesh a new aura of super-charged 
erotic life. Hoping that Tom would carry through with the plan which brought 
such pulsating energy to her flesh, she lifted herself off him and curled up 
at his side. 

Tom wasted little time in assuming the initiative. Lisa lay on her stomach, 
one knee drawn up high, and he reached over her hip to begin caressing her 
pussy from the rear. She instinctively adjusted her posture to give him even 
freer access to the frantically throbbing slit and in doing so, she also 
opened up her anus more fully to his hand. He dabbled the middle finger of 
his hand in her pussy's lips for a moment, long enough for it to acquire a 
thick coating of the sensual love oil bubbling from her cunt. After 
moistening his finger in that thoroughly stimulating way, he removed it and 
applied it to her ass-hole. Lisa groaned softly when she felt the tip of his 
finger playing over her anus; the slightest contact was enough to make her 
entire being clamor for harder, more brutally fulfilling treatment. 

"Yes, it's just as tight as it could ever hope to be," he whispered as he 
plumbed her rump with his finger. "And lively, too, right? Ohh, Lisa, you'll 
really love it when I fuck you up the ass; you'll be coming all over 
yourself!" 

Lisa said nothing. She did not trust herself to reply, at least not in a 
sensible fashion; she also felt positive that her anal sphincter was 
answering for her. The ring of muscle around the entrance to her ass-hole 
convulsed strongly, gripping Tom's finger with hard, enthusiastic 
contractions, and he worked deeper into her body. She tilted her rump upward 
slightly and made as if to fuck back against his finger, hoping that the 
movement would indicate the real extent of her yearning. 

"You do want it," he said. "All right, I'm hot for it too! Here, get 
yourself into place and I'll give it to you, Lisa! Ever since I first laid 
eyes on you, I've been wanting to fuck you up the ass!" 

"I've been wanting it too," she admitted as she got herself into a kneeling 
position. "At first I was afraid of it-you're so damned big!-but the more I 
thought about it, the more it seemed that I absolutely had to have you in my 
ass! All the way in, right up to the balls! Ohhh, God, I've been wanting it 
so badly!" 

He wasted little time in giving her what she wanted. Settling in behind her, 
he thrust up into her cunt first, bathing his cock in that lush flow of hot, 
slippery woman-juice. When he judged that his prick had acquired enough 
lubricant to penetrate her tighter opening, he pulled back and readjusted 
the aim, directing the big head squarely against her tender, throbbing anus. 

"It won't take long to get me off," he warned. "Fucking a woman in the ass 
always makes my balls impatient!" 

Lisa couldn't reply. She had pulled a pillow toward her and buried her face 
in it, knowing that she would need to muffle the cries of agonized joy which 
would inevitably burst from her throat when she felt him begin dilating her 
ass-hole. If her previous experience were an adequate guide, she thought, 
she would begin to come almost as soon as he had the head of his cock fairly 
in place and the orgiastic stirrings would continue to work through her 
flesh until he had shot his last drop of come into her bowel and had removed 
his prick. 

She willed her ass into as complete a state of relaxation as she could 
manage, though her overflowing excitement dictated that this was not very 
complete. Tom did not spare her; once he had the head of his cock settled 
against her anus he began thrusting forward and soon began opening the 
ultra-tender orifice. Knowing that there was no way to get around the 
temporary discomfort of the initial penetration, he fucked his way into her 
ass with a few brutally powerful strokes and soon had two inches of his 
prick buried inside the tense, hot opening. 

Lisa had groaned at the first touch but her throat began emitting shrill, 
sobbing cries of torture as she felt him more completely. To her, it seemed 
as though someone had heated a gigantic sword in a furnace and then had 
begun thrusting the white-hot metal into her bowel. She did not attempt to 
pull away from him, however; her determination was at least as great as his 
own and she held her rump in the air without moving. 

Once the head of his cock had opened her ass-hole and a portion of the thick 
shaft was boring into place she could feel the agony turning into a strange 
kind of physical joy, one that was similar to what she felt when she took a 
lovely, stiff prick in her pussy, but also strikingly different. There was 
nothing quite like the feel of a large, hot prick in one's ass, she had long 
ago discovered, and while it was not a sensation she wanted incessantly, 
there were times when the desire to have it became almost insensibly 
powerful. 

Lisa slowly toppled forward onto her stomach, stretching out full length. 
She cupped her right hand under her love mound so that she could stimulate 
her clitoris and the lips of her pussy as she took the remainder of his 
cock; masturbating would make the lustful pangs even more unbearably 
delicious, she knew. Tom followed her down and bore into place, skewing his 
cock into her ass with a slow but irresistible strength. As the tool slid 
deeper, he could feel his balls jangling madly and knew that his come was 
getting ready to blast out. 

"There, there it comes!" he gasped, hurrying the storm along by working back 
and forth to increase the friction against his cock. "OHHHH, AHHHH, YOU'RE 
SUCKING THE COME RIGHT OUT OF MY BALLS! OHHHH, LISA, I CAN'T HOLD IT, I 
CAN'T KEEP FROM CREAMING, YOU'RE MAKING ME WANT TO-UNNNGGGHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! 
OHHHHHHHHH!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Tom and Lisa finished the company's round of business in Portland in time 
for a triumphant lunch celebration that Saturday. She had moved about very 
circumspectly for most of the morning, acutely aware of the fact that her 
rump had been given an extremely severe test the previous day. By noon, 
however, most of the soreness had worn off and she had begun to feel her 
normal self. 

"It was really great of you to get up and help me this morning," he said as 
they waited for their order of smoked salmon hors d'oeuvres to appear. 
"After a session like the one we had last night, you must have been hurting 
a little." 

"I was a little sore, especially early this morning," she admitted. "But 
it's wearing off. I'm not sure my ass could take that two days in a row, 
though!" 

"No, we'll have to avoid doing it like that for a while," he said. "I'm not 
sure I could get it up for any very strenuous action anyway. You really 
drained me, you know; that last time, I thought I was going to pass out when 
it hit me!" 

Lisa could vividly recall the way his prick had swelled and throbbed inside 
her ass as it burst into foaming, lusty activity. Even though her pussy had 
been churning out fantastic waves of orgiastic joy, she had been able to 
feel his ejaculation with a marvelous clarity. Every spurt of the huge rod 
had intensified her own climax, naturally, and she had fucked away at his 
furiously discharging prick until neither of them could move. 

"At first, you know, I wasn't sure whether I really wanted it that way or 
not," she told him. "But once we'd gotten started I could tell that really, 
deep down inside, I didn't want anything but that! At the beginning, I think 
I was mainly interested in showing you that I really could take it that way. 
Once you'd started putting it in, though ... well, you know the rest!" 

"I was thinking that maybe we could take it very easy this afternoon," he 
suggested. "Maybe see some sights, play the tourist bit a while? And then a 
flight back tomorrow? Unless you'd rather get back right away, of course." 

As it happened, they spent virtually all the rest of their time in Portland 
together. He invited her to his room, where she was to make the necessary 
call about their flight back to the Twin Cities, and once inside the room 
their rapidly emerging desire for each other asserted itself. 

Lisa sensed that he was beginning to want her as they rode the elevator up 
to his room. By the time they were inside she could see that he had 
developed a very noticeable erection. Excusing herself, she went into the 
bathroom, where she removed her pantyhose. When she rejoined him in the 
bedroom and sat down to make the call, she leaned back against the headboard 
and casually allowed the skirt of her dress to slide up her naked thighs. He 
alertly noticed the bareness of her legs and immediately responded, coming 
over to her and touching the back of her left thigh. Lisa readily opened for 
him and he began stroking the lips of her pussy as she conferred with the 
airlines clerk, securing them a flight leaving at ten o'clock Sunday 
morning. 

"Mmmmmm, I like that," Lisa said. "I wonder how many reservations she's 
taken from a secretary who was being finger-fucked? She certainly never 
talked to anyone who was any more turned on by it, that's for sure!" 

He continued to stroke her rapidly warming slit until she thought she would 
scream with agony. His finger set off a round of concentrated desire within 
her cunt and brought her to an exceptionally high peak of sexual hunger. He 
was not trying to bring her all the way off, however; in fact, he seemed to 
prefer keeping her at that state of quivering, love-slick readiness for as 
long as possible. 

"I was hoping you'd let me go down on you," he said after a time. "I'd love 
eating your cunt till you couldn't feel a thing!" 

"Mmmmmm, an enticing invitation," she murmured. "You mean you just want me 
to make a pig out of myself?" 

"That's the idea," he said. "I'd like for you to fuck my mouth until you 
can't move any longer!" 

"I like it," she said, drawing in a quick breath as his finger set off 
additional alarm bells of sexual excitement inside her cunt. "I like it a 
lot. And then? What kind of price are you going to charge for that kind of 
service?" 

"Oh, maybe the same kind of treatment in return," he said. "After you've 
regained your strength, of course. But that isn't very important for right 
now; I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out when the time comes. But 
the more I go down on you, the more you come against my mouth, the more my 
balls will be building up a big load. The longer I stay hard the more I'll 
come later, when you finally get me off. 

"Ahhh, that's the kind of talk I really like," Lisa purred. "I love it best 
when a man is really loaded, when it seems like he's never going to stop 
creaming! That's the time when I can really enjoy it the most!" 

She quickly slipped out of her clothes and watched as he stripped. His cock 
didn't show any evidence of the hard duty it had served the night before; as 
far as she could tell it was at least as large and as hard as it had been 
when he had begun stuffing it up her amazingly sensitive ass-hole. Lisa 
honored his desires, however, and did not attempt to touch that big weapon, 
though she could feel her pussy's lips becoming far hotter as she 
contemplated its size. If he wanted her to sit on his face and fuck herself 
into as many paroxysms of sexual abandon as she could manage, she was more 
than willing to accommodate that inclination. 

They spent most of the afternoon in a long, ultra-exciting series of sexual 
explorations before he finally released his charge of sperm. The extended 
period of mutual excitement had put a hard, aching knot of pure sexual 
tension deep inside her cunt, even though she had climaxed repeatedly 
against his mouth and his fingers; it had also primed his balls with a 
superbly conditioned charge of sperm. When finally he mounted her and began 
slicing into her tense, quivering cunt, she knew that he intended letting go 
almost as soon as he had pushed the long, thick implement home. Lisa 
therefore worked extra hard at exciting him as he sheathed his prick. 

Swinging her hips about with wide, swooping motions, she added immeasurably 
to the friction her highly aroused cunt applied to his cock. The abandoned 
hip-swings also greatly intensified the sensations attendant to the 
penetration, so that she profited from the hard work almost as much as he 
did. Gasping with expectant joy, she fucked away until she felt his buttocks 
tighten up into balls of hard muscle. Then, knowing that he was about to 
fuck his prick the rest of the way home, she drew her legs farther up his 
body and spread her thighs fully, allowing him to plunge into her as fast 
and as far as he could. 

He stiffened abruptly when he felt his balls begin to churn lustfully. 
Deeply planted in her steaming love-canal, his prick quivered heavily and 
then spat out the first of a long series of incredibly stirring bursts of 
hot come. His balls rested against her ass-hole, so that she could feel them 
dancing about as they coughed up the full measure of masculine cream; the 
sensation gave her another avenue of pleasure and helped her reach a state 
of throbbing joy almost equal to his own. The deeply planted prick, as well 
as the hearty discharge of semen, worked miracles in evaporating the knot of 
tension which had developed in her cunt, so that she felt much more relaxed 
when she began sliding down from the peak of feeling she had reached. 

They discarded all plans of touring the city and remained in his room, 
emerging only briefly for a quick sandwich in the hotel's coffee shop and 
then retiring to bed once more. Lisa could not have begun to count the 
number of times he brought her to orgasm during the afternoon and night, but 
when they left for the airport the next morning she felt both intensely 
fulfilled but also thoroughly drained. 

"I feel like I ought to be at least thirty pounds lighter," she said as they 
waited in the airlines' lounge for their flight. "Are you sure I'm not 
invisible? Mmmmmm, what a delicious way to pass the time!" 

They chatted amiably during the flight and by the time they reached 
Minneapolis, Lisa felt even more warmly inclined toward him. He had called 
Derin, his wife, before the flight had left Portland and she was to meet him 
at the airport. He told Lisa that she would have her chance at meeting his 
wife and she immediately felt a cold, forbidding sense of danger, though he 
promised her that Derin would have only the kindliest of feelings toward 
her. When the plane had landed and they were to leave, he had to urge her 
twice to accompany him off the plane. 

His assurances were nothing if not accurate, she decided after meeting the 
tiny little woman. Derin smiled pleasantly when he introduced them and Lisa 
felt as though she were meeting an old friend, rather than the wife of the 
man with whom she had spent so intoxicating a weekend. 

"Why not come out and have lunch with us?" Derin suggested. "I've heard so 
much about you from Tom; I'd really like to sit down with you some time and 
talk. Or something! Mmmmmm, he didn't really do justice to you; you're even 
more attractive than he led me to believe!" 

"I ... thanks, believe me, but I've got a lot of catching up to do," Lisa 
said, taken aback at the woman's directness. "I'd like to take the 
invitation, but not today, really. Could I take a rain-check?" 

"Of course, but only if you'll agree to spend next weekend with us, your and 
our schedules permitting," Derin said. "Come up Friday after work, stay till 
Sunday? Honest, Lisa, I'd love to ... well, you know the kind of thing I'm 
thinking about, I'm sure! And with Tom there too, it'd be just super nice!" 

"All right, next weekend it is," Lisa agreed. "Schedules permitting, of 
course." 

"And since I'm the boss, I'll make sure that the schedules do permit," Tom 
said. 

Lisa had driven her own car to the airport and collected it. Driving back to 
her apartment, she had plenty of time to reflect on Derin's forwardness and 
attractiveness. She had no doubt that the woman was indeed attracted to her; 
she had been able to read the hunger in the woman's blue eyes and she knew 
that Derin wanted her. For her own part, she could confidently say that the 
desire was a reciprocal one. Small, petite women had always appealed to her, 
ever since she had learned that a woman's sexuality was every bit as 
powerful as a man's and quite as satisfying to her, and she felt sure that 
Derin would be a powerful, skilled and inventive lover. 

"I didn't want to seem like a party pooper yesterday," she told Tom during 
the next day at work, "but I really just felt exhausted. Drained, weak, 
listless, I wouldn't have been any good at all as a luncheon guest." 

"Oh, I imagine Derin could have found some ways to get you into a livelier 
frame of mind," he said. "I know some women who are pretty heavily into the 
gay scene and they've told me that they haven't run across any lovers better 
than she is. I'll sure be glad when the weekend gets here; all I've been 
hearing is how much she wants to get it on with you! She can't wait, for 
example, to get her tongue up you!" 

From time to time, during the week, he again mentioned Derin's rampant 
desire, just as though he were afraid that she might forget that his wife 
was eager for her. Lisa assured him that she was just as eager for Derin, 
which was nothing less than the actual truth; he had let several snippets of 
information drop which, taken together, let her know that the woman had no 
inhibitions whatever. When the Friday afternoon arrived and they were ready 
to leave the office, Lisa could feel her pussy bubbling merrily and she knew 
that she was off to a madly exciting adventure. 

They spent the weekend in the Hadleigh's townhouse. Derin wore a stunning 
hostess gown when they arrived but within five minutes after the greeting 
she was stark naked. Tom had suggested a communal bath as a way of preparing 
for the delights to come, an idea which appealed to Lisa, and the three of 
them slipped into the big tub. Lisa's impromptu strip act had a couple of 
enthusiastic admirers and they gathered her into their arms as soon as she 
had entered the water. 

Derin gently sponged her body, touching the big sponge to the vital parts 
with a soft, teasing motion, and within the space of a few minutes Lisa felt 
herself poised on the brink of her first climax of the weekend. Derin's 
touch had set off wild, uncontrollable bursts of arousal within her loins 
and she knew that one more caress would ignite the tinder which already 
smoldered between her thighs. 

"Sit up here on the edge of the tub," Derin suggested. "Let me eat you out; 
I want to bring you off with my tongue!" 

Lisa readily assumed the sitting position. Leaning back, she spread her 
knees wide and opened her thighs to the woman's eager, brightly flushed 
face. Derin moved into place between them, her blue eyes alive with 
passionate interest, and sighed with evident pleasure as she examined the 
warmly awakened slit. 

"Yes, you'll be a hot one," she breathed. "Those big inner lips, they'll 
always be the mark of a truly passionate woman! Open up for me, Lisa, let me 
see the inside, the part where you want my tongue!" 

Lisa gingerly peeled the inner lips apart and held them open. She had to 
move carefully, lest her forefingers slip and set off an unwanted chain of 
sensual reactions. The act of displaying her pussy to Derin was one of 
unexampled erotic charm and the presence of Tom, standing beside them and 
caressing his massive length of prick, only heightened the moment's electric 
impact. 

Derin moved in closer and extended her tongue. She gently teased the cuntal 
opening, lightly brushing over the tender little cleft, and then drew back. 
An expression of rapt wonder came over her face as she savored the vividly 
sexual tang of the love-oil on her tongue. Lisa watched her and knew what 
she was doing-she would have done the exact same thing herself, had she been 
the aggressive one-and felt her clitoris throb even more passionately. 

"Mmmmmm, he's right," Derin said. "He said you had one of the sweetest cunts 
in the world and now I can see that he wasn't exaggerating! Wow, I really 
like that! I don't know that I've ever tasted one that good before! And I've 
eaten more than just a few box lunches, my dear, you'd better believe that!" 

The rank, overwhelmingly sexual taste of Lisa's pussy soon worked its own 
kind of magic within Derin's head, leading her to replace her tongue. This 
time she was not interested in sampling or testing; her purpose was to 
tongue-fuck Lisa into a fit of advanced sexual abandon. She proceeded in the 
simplest, most direct manner, plastering her lips against the woman's pussy 
and then driving her tongue up into the mouth of that hotly buttered cunt 
with raw, primeval vigor. The simple, direct assault took Lisa by 
surprise-she had been expecting a much more sophisticated approach-and for a 
moment she could do nothing. A wave of erotic joy had begun sweeping outward 
from her cunt, strong enough to paralyze her for the moment, and she could 
feel herself being torn apart by the violent reaction. 

"Ohhhh, yes, do it!" she finally gasped. "OHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH YOUR 
TONGUE! OOOOOH, I CAN'T STAND IT, YOU'RE FUCKING ME BLIND, YOU'RE FUCKING ME 
OUT OF MY MIND, IT'S MAKING ME-UGGHHH! NNNGGG! OWWWWWWW!" 

Derin continued to piston her tongue back and forth inside the mouth of 
Lisa's cunt. From time to time she held it deep in place, testing the 
passionate vaginal contractions, but inevitably she resumed the quick, 
hearty in-and-out movement. Her style of lovemaking had much in common with 
Tom's fucking, being both knowing and strongly effective, and Lisa could 
easily have believed that a genuine prick had somehow appeared in the 
woman's mouth. Derin continued to push the tongue back and forth until Lisa 
reached a whimpering, convulsive peak of feeling and rolled away, seeking to 
protect her pussy from further stimulation. 

Tom moved forward and passionately kissed his wife. He was eager to taste 
Lisa's cunty oils on her tongue and the biting, unmistakably feminine flavor 
brought his prick up stronger than ever. Derin held the big rod in her hand 
while she kissed him; her fingers curled around it strongly, as though she 
wanted to crush its tender head. After he had kissed away every taste of 
feminine love-dew, he pushed Derin up onto the edge of the tub. She sat in 
almost exactly the same position Lisa had assumed and opened herself to him 
as he edged between her knees. Instead of pushing his tongue into her pussy, 
however, he used his cock. 

"Easy, go easy with it!" Derin insisted. "God, I'm so tight, so fucking 
tight! Ohhh, do it easy, Tom; I can't take that big thing all at once!" 

He gently teased the mouth of her cunt with the head of his pulsing prick 
and held off on entering her. Moving the head up and down the slippery 
furrow of hotly awakened flesh, he brought his wife to an even stronger 
state of total arousal. She cried out with special feeling when she felt him 
brush the soft, sponge-like head of his cock over her clitoris; her cunt's 
rich flow of oil lubricated the tool and enabled it to glide over the little 
bump with telling effect. 

Lisa came back to life in time to watch, though in fact he had put off the 
entrance until she was ready to participate more fully. Looking down at 
Derin's pussy, she saw that the woman had a fully matured slit, one easily 
capable of taking all that big, magnificently stiffened cock. Tom continued 
to stimulate his wife with his prick and to make her cry out even more 
arousingly. When he finally began pushing up into her cunt, she jerked about 
wildly and brought both hands up to her tiny, hot-nippled breasts, intending 
to caress them as he fucked her. 

Seeing that his cock wouldn't touch the woman's clitoris directly as she sat 
there, Lisa instantly decided that her role would be to supply that 
deficiency. She was positive that Derin would respond strongly to clitoral 
stimulation and she moved her hand down over the frantically twitching pubic 
bush to contribute her part. Tom nodded his own approval and began feeding 
his prick into her cunt more powerfully. 

"Lisa's going to rub your clit while I'm fucking you," he said. "Feel her 
finger on your buzzer? She's got a lovely touch, hasn't she? God, I love 
putting my cock up your cunt; I'm bathing it in your love drip! Take it, 
Derin, take it all!" 

He had already found that Derin's abundant arousal had brought an unusual 
degree of tightness to the velvety sheath. Eager to bring her off, he fucked 
harder and soon had developed a strong piston-like action. 

Each bull-like thrust of his big cock brought additional grunts of erotic 
pleasure from his wife's lips. The grunts quickly became cries of delight as 
she felt herself being fucked nearly senseless; Lisa continued to ply her 
finger around the woman's clitoris and to do her part toward making the act 
a success. 

Derin's orgasm arrived to the accompaniment of shrill, gurgling cries of 
voluptuous delight. She whimpered wildly as the crashing storm burst inside 
her cunt. Thrashing about on the edge of the pool, she delivered herself of 
a long and very convincing climax, one that left her temporarily winded. Tom 
had maintained the same easy pace, working his cock back and forth almost 
like a machine, and had watched with rapt interest as the tempest worked 
itself out in her body. He had not come, Lisa knew, but she sensed that 
feeling Derin's cunt working with such awesome finality must have brought 
his balls to a super state of readiness. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Uh-oh, he's in one of his moods!" "What do you mean!" 

Lisa looked inquiringly over at Derin, who was in the process of recovering 
some of her composure after Tom had fucked her into such an outstanding 
display of lustful release. He still stood between her limp thighs, his 
prick deeply planted in her cunt, but he had stopped his seemingly 
relentless thrusting. 

"Oh, every so often he gets his head into a place where he can hold it back 
for just incredible periods of time," Derin explained. "And then it's like 
he was daring me to get him off. I really think that there are times when it 
gets to be a sort of game with him, I honestly do." 

"And this is one of those times, right?" Lisa asked, receiving a silent nod 
for a reply. "So then we ought to get together and figure out some way of 
bringing him off, is that what you're saying?" 

"I'm not quite sure," Derin said, raising herself up onto her elbows and 
looking down at her husband, who appeared to be totally unconcerned about 
their discussion. "I've often wondered if it might not be better to leave 
him alone altogether. I mean, you and I could have a perfectly marvelous 
time together, darling; why should we bother with him if he's going to be 
obstinate?" 

Lisa could tell that Derin was teasing, though the idea of concentrating 
solely on her was exciting enough in its own right. She had last had a woman 
as a lover some three months before and she felt a strong desire to embark 
upon another of those stirring connections. The fact that Derin looked to be 
immensely sexual, with no compunctions whatever about the way she gained her 
pleasure, made the prospect still more appealing. 

Tom quickly reacted to his wife's banter. He assumed a penitent expression 
and promised them that he would drop his "coo!" facade if only they would 
help him in reaching a climax. His words conjured up a stirring image for 
Lisa; she imagined that she was enacting a scene he had mentioned to her and 
that she was mouthing his balls while Derin sucked at the head of his prick. 
The notion made her pussy's lips ache with greater vigor. 

"Well, if you'll promise to be good and stop acting like a spoiled brat," 
Derin told him flatly, "I might be willing to go along with you for a time. 
But not for very long!" 

"I'll be good," he swore. "You can count on it!" 

He moved back, sliding his prick from his wife's cunt, and moved around to 
sit beside her on the edge of the tub. Lisa watched, her heart pounding 
hard, and then she succumbed to the desire at work inside her body. Leaning 
forward, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. The taste of Derin's 
pussy, raw and flame-hot with libidinous flavoring, assailed her taste buds 
and set off a quick flurry of sucking. Wild with desire, she quickly worked 
her lips down the big shaft, sucking hard every inch of the way, and soon 
she had cleansed it of every drop of feminine lubricant. 

Derin watched approvingly. She readily understood Lisa's desire, sharing a 
fondness for tasting pussy on a man's sexual organ, and nodded thoughtfully 
when she saw that Lisa could take all of that massive tool into her mouth. 
After watching for a moment longer, she reached out to touch Lisa's 
shoulder. 

"Here, let's both work on him," she said. 

Derin straddled her husband, squatting at the very edge of the tub, holding 
her pussy directly above his elongated cock. Lisa understood her desire and 
pointed the stiff lance upward, angling it back slightly so that the head 
aimed directly into the heart of that warmly aroused pussy. She held the 
base of the tool, steadying it, and Derin moved forward and down, impaling 
herself upon its tip. The head slid into the mouth of her cunt with only a 
little difficulty; she sighed weakly when she felt the rim of her vagina 
being stretched by the thick shaft. 

"Yes! That's the way," Derin breathed. "I'll fuck him for a while and then 
you can suck on it some more!" 

Lisa, however, intended doing more than simply watching while Derin worked 
her cunt about the rigid column of hot flesh. She remembered what Tom had 
told her and she knelt lower in the water so that she could get her lips 
against his balls. In doing so, of course, she necessarily got her face into 
an excellent position for watching the way Tom's prick fitted into Derin's 
pussy. 

The woman's dark, glistening inner lips had become tightly plastered to the 
big shaft, making for a very stimulating sight. As she worked herself lower 
down the pillar of muscle, the inner lips were pulled inward, almost 
disappearing from view; when she lifted her hips up they came back into 
sight. Lisa's clitoris became even harder and more vibrantly alive with 
erotic energy as she watched that entertaining sight. Suddenly, as Derin 
worked lower still, now taking virtually all her husband's huge cock into 
her cunt, Lisa realized that she had only to lift her mouth a few inches and 
she would be able to plant a hot, wet kiss directly upon her clitoris. That 
thought immediately spurred her into action. 

Derin groaned loudly when she felt Lisa's hot, hyperactive tongue slide over 
the rigid, aching clitoral nub. The touch greatly accentuated the lustful 
friction she was receiving from her husband's cock and she squirmed about 
hotly, continuing to sigh and groan in an outrageously lascivious fashion. 
Tom correctly interpreted the meaning of her sounds and fucked up into her 
cunt with a hard, driving stroke, one that nearly sent her into sensual 
ecstasy again. 

"No, not too much of that," she said, moving away and lifting herself off 
his prick. "It'll be better, darling, if we trade about on him. You know, 
let him enjoy the feel of a different style of fucking. Why don't you get on 
him? I'll get down in the tub and suck at his balls for awhile!" 

Lisa felt sure that she was displaying an unseemly haste in her eagerness to 
trade places with the woman. She scrambled up onto the edge of the sunken 
tub and positioned herself directly above Tom's loins, reaching down to open 
the lips of her pussy as she got into place. Derin seated the big rod for 
her, guiding the wet, glistening head into place with practiced ease. She 
could see that Lisa was incredibly tense with expectant desire and she 
decided to make the girl enjoy the act as much as possible. 

"Does it feel any slicker to you?" she asked, looking up into Lisa's dark 
eyes and smiling. "He's covered with my pussy's love-juice; it ought to make 
it go in a lot easier! Ahhh, how I love to see his big, stiff cock plowing 
into a tight little pussy; it's the sexiest thing in the world, almost!" 

"Ooooh, it's heaven!" Lisa whimpered. Her excitement had brought extra 
tension to her pussy, naturally, and she felt the savage bite of the big 
cock with special acuteness. "My God, it feels like he's three times as big 
as he's ever been before!" 

"Take it all," Derin urged. "Let him fuck it all the way up your sweet cunt! 
And then you'll really feel it!" 

Lisa worked herself lower upon that magnificently stiffened organ, 
shuddering as it plowed deeper into her cunt. She knew that Derin would 
shortly come into the action and begin kissing her clitoris; the thought 
made her breasts ache with a terrible, gnawing hunger that possessed her 
entire body. Curiously enough, Tom's cock merely strengthened her lustful 
pangs as it worked deeper into her cunt. 

"OHHHH, AHHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT!" Lisa whimpered when Derin began licking at 
her clitoris. The woman's tongue seemed rougher than any she had ever had 
before and its strongly active work sent lightning bolts of sexual feeling 
through her loins with unbelievable strength. "Agghhh! You're killing me, 
you're fucking me to death!" 

Tom grasped her flanks and held her firmly against his loins as he began 
fucking harder. The hard, driving thrusts quickly brought her cunt to the 
boiling point and Derin's knowing caresses provided her with the finishing 
touch. Lisa could feel herself being drawn into a maelstrom of orgiastic 
frenzy as the inventive couple continued exciting her. 

Derin's tongue played over Lisa's hardened clitoris throughout her orgasm. 
She did not let up her relentless stimulation until she was sure that she 
had helped extract every trace of feeling from the heart of her cunt. Then, 
rising up with a triumphant smile, she kissed Lisa on the mouth and held her 
tightly. 

"There, it's all over with now," she said, holding Lisa's head against her 
shoulders. "You've fucked it all out, darling, every bit of it!" 

Lisa couldn't manage a reply. Her loins felt numbed, so that she was not 
even sure if Tom still had his prick in her or not. After a moment she 
reached between her thighs with her right hand, finding the massive weapon 
still firmly planted between the lips of her pussy. 

"It's all right," Derin murmured. She could sense Lisa's sense of 
frustration at finding him still firm and big with sexual vigor. "We'll get 
after him in a minute and then we'll fuck him down, I swear it! I know a 
couple of tricks that'll get him off like a shot; I know exactly how to make 
him scream with joy!" 

Tom lay there patiently while Lisa toppled off him and brought her pussy 
away from his prick. Lisa felt an acute sense of frustration at not being 
able to make him come but Derin assured her that they would gain their 
objective in due time. Tom left them alone in the bathroom, he being almost 
dry from having been out of the water for so long, and went into the kitchen 
to bring back glasses of wine. Derin dried herself off and patted Lisa's 
body until she was reasonably dry. 

"Let's go into the bedroom," Derin suggested. "We'll try one of my little 
gadgets and see if we can't get a rise out of him some other way!" 

Lisa obediently followed, not sure what she was going to find. Her first 
surprise came when Derin opened a small chest and brought out a 
lethal-looking dildo. The implement had been sculpted to bear a striking 
resemblance to a genuine cock, being colored and shaped to near-perfection. 
The device could be snapped onto an elasticized strap, as Derin 
demonstrated, and fastened around the wearer's waist. Derin cinched the 
obscenely shaped tool into place and stood before Lisa. 

"Well? Think I could pass for a man?" 

Lisa gasped with astonishment at the transformation. Derin's slight build 
and peculiar shape gave her a more than passing resemblance to a young man; 
the similarity became more striking still when she slouched about the room, 
adopting a shambling gait that was amazingly masculine. At first glance she 
might very easily have been a boy, Lisa saw. 

"Wow, it's really incredible." 

"Ahhh, you like it, I see. Yes, sometimes I dress up like this," Derin said, 
obviously pleased with Lisa's marked reaction. "And Tom, it affects him too. 
He-likes it when I pretend to be a boy and fuck him in the ass!" 

"What?" 

"Sure, men like being fucked up the ass just as much as women do," Derin 
said. "Sometimes even more. You didn't know that?" 

Lisa had to admit that she had never given so much as a single thought to 
reversing the tables on a man and using him the way he had used her. Of 
course, there were certain mechanical obstacles to fulfilling that 
possibility but Derin's cunningly shaped dildo, and her mention of Tom's 
especially receptive anus, showed her that the difficulties could be 
overcome, provided both parties were willing. 

Derin described the male's prostate gland, again breaking new ground for 
Lisa, and assured her that virtually every man in the world could enjoy anal 
intercourse. A good many of them had strongly seated inhibitions, of course, 
and could not see their way toward enjoying the potentiality; Derin 
dismissed them with a contemptuous flick of her hand. A true man, one who 
let no social or moral considerations interfere with his quest for total 
sexual pleasure, would on occasions submit to being penetrated, or so Derin 
confidently asserted. 

"She's right, you know," Tom said. He had entered the bedroom silently and 
had heard the last part of Derin's impromptu lecture. "At first I couldn't 
let go and really enjoy myself that way but Derin kept after me until 
finally I gave in. She proved it to me and ever since ... well, it's just 
the way she said." 

"And the answer to your next question is 'no,' " Derin said, correctly 
anticipating the direction of Lisa's thinking. "He doesn't have any 
homosexual inclinations at all. The idea of doing it with another man has no 
interest whatsoever for him." 

Derin produced a tube of lubricant and squeezed out a portion of the clear, 
glistening gel onto the shaft of the dildo. After spreading it over the 
weapon's surface, she took a smaller measure on the tip of her right middle 
finger and advanced toward her husband. Tom lay back meekly enough and drew 
up his knees, exposing his ass; Derin anointed his anus with the gel and 
pronounced him ready. 

"This is what he's really been waiting for," she said as she mounted the bed 
and got into place. She knelt at his ass, exactly as though their gentlers 
had been reversed. Lisa watched eagerly and felt her pussy rapidly gaining a 
new charge of sexual energy. "When he starts acting hard to please and holds 
back on his come, it generally means that he wants me to start pretending 
I'm a horny young stud." 

"It-I hope you won't take this wrong, Derin-it certainly looks as though 
you're ready to convince anyone," Lisa said. "Mmmmmm, I think I could be 
persuaded to go a few rounds with you myself!" 

"Okay, as soon as I finish this one off I'll give you a sample of my 
fucking," Derin said, impudently adopting a gruff attitude. "Any way you 
want it, sister, I'm ready to sock it to you all the way!" 

Lisa noticed that Derin was kneeling in an almost upright position as she 
hunkered down at her husband's ass-hole. She had her knees spread very wide, 
so that she could aim the broad tip of the dildo right up into his ass-hole. 
Tom lay very still, waiting for her thrust. Lisa moved into a better 
position from which to view the penetration. She could see that his anus lay 
deep in the crack of his ass, a reflection of the fact that a man's buttocks 
did not form as broad a furrow as a woman's. He compliantly pulled his 
cheeks apart to make the tiny little opening even more visible. 

Derin confidently aimed the head of her artificial phallus into the narrow 
opening. The greased head of the tool began penetrating but even Lisa could 
see that his ass-hole was offering plenty of resistance. She couldn't wonder 
at that; the dildo looked to be every bit as thick as his own cock and could 
easily have been an inch or two longer. Derin moved the instrument slightly, 
positioning its broad base more securely against her pubis, and continued 
pushing against him. Within a moment or two she had planted the broad-rimmed 
head of the tool in her husband's ass, drawing a long, low sigh of exultant 
pleasure from his lips. 

"Damn, it's just so fucking big!" he gasped. 

"Don't worry, big boy, you'll be able to take it," Derin rasped, still 
playing the role of the street-corner tough punk. "I've popped cherries with 
this cock, so you'll be able to take all nine inches of it easy! Ahhh, 
you're tight, though, I'll say that for you! I don't know that I've ever 
fucked a tighter little ass than yours!" 

Lisa now saw that it would be possible for her to reach between their torsos 
and grasp Tom's cock. He had grasped the big shaft briefly, masturbating 
with considerable speed for a moment, but had then released his grip in 
order to hold Derin's face between his hands. Lisa reached out, tentatively 
at first, to take the massive stalk in her own hand. 

"Yes, that's the way, jack him off!" Derin muttered. Her voice was a great 
deal coarser now and reflected the storm of sexual desire at work inside her 
loins. "Help me, Lisa, help me get him off! We'll both make his balls cream! 
Ugghhh, he loves taking a big one up the ass; it makes his cock spurt out 
like crazy!" 

With encouragement like that, Lisa could do nothing but continue on the 
course she had chosen . She began masturbating him with more confidence, 
watching as Derin worked her dildo deeper into his ass, and felt her own 
pussy becoming incredibly tender once more. Derin had reached between her 
own thighs, stuffing one hand under the strap going between her legs, and 
had begun fingerfucking herself as she plunged the big dildo deeper into 
Tom's ass. 

If watching the astonishing couple had been exciting, then actively helping 
them in their search for lustful completion was immeasurably more so, Lisa 
found. She gripped Tom's big cock tightly and pumped away with a lusty 
strength, as though she were going to pull the semen from his loins by sheer 
force. As she worked her fist up and down that rigid, throbbing pillar of 
hot muscle, she conceived of her hand as a short of supplemental vagina, one 
that she could control with far greater precision than the one at the base 
of her belly. The idea gave her additional delight and she began using her 
hand with even more extravagant gestures, adding twists and grinds that made 
her work still more effective. 

"Ohhhh, hell, you're both killing me!" Tom groaned. His face had become a 
mask of sexual agony as he endured their unorthodox treatment. "I can't hold 
it, you're fucking me out of my head! Ohhhh, do it, do it harder, make me 
shoot my nuts off!" 

As he rapidly approached the bursting point, Lisa impetuously decided that 
she could not permit him to shoot his load out onto his belly. The thought 
of that big, voluptuously sensual tool squirting out steaming bursts of come 
excited her still more, so that she determined to take his discharge in her 
mouth, if at all possible. She moved about, not relinquishing her grip on 
his prick, and discovered that she could worm her face down into place, 
though only far enough for the head of his prick to penetrate her lips. 

Tom greeted her innovation enthusiastically. He had already begun flexing 
his hips and fucking into her hand; now he worked even harder and thrust 
into her hot mouth. She curled her tongue around the blooming head of his 
cock, stroking it with all the strength she could muster. Her hand continued 
to pump at the shaft. Derin cried out with unrestrained delight when she 
saw-Lisa's move. Eager to bring her husband to a hearty climax, she muttered 
obscene encouragement and continued to thrust the dildo deep into his ass. 

When he began to come, Lisa could easily have believed that she had taken a 
garden hose into her mouth His prick swelled enormously as it throbbed with 
the beat of orgasmic release; the semen poured out in thick, hot gouts that 
filled her mouth with the salty, piquant essence of male sexuality. 
Swallowing hard, she managed to take every bit of his outpouring. The 
excessively strong ejaculatory action also thrilled her; his come shot out 
with amazing force as he writhed about. Finally, unable to endure the myriad 
forms of sexual stimulation any longer, he wrenched away from them, pulling 
his cock out of Lisa's mouth and also disengaging himself from that big 
dildo. He rolled over onto his stomach and lay there motionless. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Now it's your turn!" 

Lisa was still stunned by the violence of Tom's climax, so that at first 
Derin's words did not register. She turned to look at the woman, who was 
unfastening the big dildo, and saw that she was burning with sexual desire. 

"No, I'm not going to fuck you with this model," Derin said as she got off 
the bed and went back to the chest, where she got another, much smaller 
version of the same kind of instrument. "For you, darling, a smaller number! 
But you'll love it just the same. I promise you that!" 

She went on to explain that she did not ordinarily like using the 
extra-large dildo on other women. The reason, she said, was simple enough: 
its enormous size usually stretched the recipient so much that she was 
ruined for further sexual play, at least for a day or two, and she 
emphatically wanted Lisa to remain in top condition. Tom, she added, had 
become used to having the big tool used on him and he would be able to 
recover quickly enough. 

"But your ass-hole will be a lot more tender than his," Derin murmured. "So 
I'll fuck you with this one. On your back, my dear; I'm dying to screw you 
that way." 

Under other circumstances Lisa would probably have declined the offer. She 
was very uncertain about whether she wanted to let the woman mount her and 
begin pummeling her ass-hole. Derin's raging excitement decided her in favor 
of the act; Lisa almost always responded strongly to sexual desire in 
another and Derin's eagerness was obvious enough. As she lay back, Derin 
spread more of the lubricant over the shaft of the new dildo and added 
another measure of the clear goo to her ass-hole. 

"Mmmmm! I feel like I could fuck everybody in the world tonight!" Derin 
muttered as she guided the head of the dildo down against Lisa's tender, 
fluttering anus. "Now is when I wish I had a real cock! A really big one, a 
prick the size of my forearm! Ohhhh, darling, how I'd love to stuff you full 
of my dick! I wish I could shoot a great, huge wad of hot come right up your 
ass! Mmmmm, I'd love to fuck you for real!" 

Her abundant arousal quickly transmitted itself to 

Lisa. Within the space of no more than a minute, Lisa could feel herself 
being persuaded into another climax, one that quickly became a veritable 
tornado of lustful feeling. She made the sensations even stronger by 
masturbating while Derin fucked the artificial phallus into her cunt; she 
rubbed the tips of her fingers over the lips of her pussy and gradually 
began penetrating herself, running the middle finger of her right hand up 
into the sweating, love-moistened rim of her cunt and stroking the rigid, 
aching clitoral shaft at the same time. Derin watched as she toyed with 
herself, and then started fingerfucking in earnest; the sight of her fingers 
playing over her own vulva gave the woman even greater pleasure and she 
cried out bawdily as she plunged deeper into Lisa's ass. 

Derin worked the dildo back and forth with far greater energy when she saw 
that Lisa was about to come. Eager to make her friend writhe and cry out 
with sensual surfeit, she fucked away with a desperate, driving urgency and 
did not stop until Lisa's cunt had given up every particle of sexual tension 
it had collected. Smiling tenderly, she slowly withdrew from her ass and lay 
down at her side, still wearing the dildo. 

Lisa stayed at the Hadleigh's townhouse until late Sunday afternoon. They 
slept from time to time and left the bedroom for occasional meals; for the 
most part, however, they devoted themselves almost exclusively to sexual 
pursuits. Tom and Derin demonstrated their sexual inventiveness over and 
over for Lisa's edification, showing that they had mastered every style of 
sexual pleasure known to mankind. Tom's lust seemed almost inexhaustible, as 
did his appetite for making the women cry out again and again with eager 
anticipation. When, after a time, Lisa's pussy had become almost raw, due to 
the repeated thrusts of his cock, and sometimes because of the vivacity with 
which Derin fucked one of her dildo's into her cunt, he showed that he could 
use his mouth and tongue with quite as much effect. 

Derin was especially effective in creating roles for herself and her husband 
to play. Lisa quickly realized that the woman enjoyed casting herself in 
these lusty scenarios and that doing so helped her work out some of her more 
private fantasies. In one notably stirring scene, Derin pretended that she 
was a young girl, barely into puberty, who had a secret longing to fuck her 
father. As they reenacted the scene, Derin "accidentally" surprised Tom, 
pretending to be her father, as he was masturbating; the sight of his 
immense cock of course set off her longings and she set about seducing him 
in short order. 

She played the part with ease, leading Lisa to wonder if perhaps she and Tom 
had not staged the scene before. Derin managed to carry off the improbable 
escapade with a great deal of realism. She cried out piteously when she 
finally felt that big weapon launched up into her cunt, filling her tenderly 
charged emptiness with masculine vigor, and Lisa could readily have believed 
that she really was surrendering her virginity. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy!" Derin cried out when Tom began pushing his stiffened cock 
into the lips of her pussy. Her voice reflected genuine fear and panic, 
though Lisa saw that she did not make even the slightest attempt at halting 
the progress of that massive projectile; if anything, her hips pumped about 
even more frantically as the head of Tom's cock began working into the mouth 
of her hot cunt. "OHHH, GOD, IT'S SO BIG, IT'S SO FUCKING BIG! OHHHH, DON'T 
FUCK ME, IT'S TOO BIG, IT'S TEARING MY LITTLE PUSSY ALL APART, I CAN'T STAND 
IT, YOU'RE FUCKING ME TO DEATH, I CAN'T-AGGHHHH! OHHH, MY CHERRY, YOU RIPPED 
IT APART! UGGHHHH! OOOH, IT'S IN ME, IT'S IN MY CUNT, IT'S ALL THE WAY UP MY 
CUNT, IT'S MAKING ME-AURRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! OWWWWWWWW!" 

"Take it you little whore!" Tom grunted, snapping his hips down and in as he 
forced his hard cock deeper into her reluctantly yielding cunt. "Take it 
all! You've been playing stink finger with yourself long enough to know 
there's a lot of give to that hot little snatch of yours; you can take it, 
for sure! Unnnggghhhh! Damn, you're ten times as tight as your momma! Ohhh, 
yeahhhh, get that pussy around my dick and fuck it! Fuck the come outta my 
nuts, you're learning real fast!" 

Later, when Lisa mentioned the wildly exciting episode, Derin admitted that 
she had harbored incestuous fantasies involving her father for much of her 
life, once she had gained a measure of sexual awareness. She said that she 
had never seriously entertained the thought of fulfilling those fantasies; 
her father had not been an especially active man, in the sexual area, but 
the idea of holding an older man, a father figure, between her thighs and 
taking his load of semen had always been unusually affecting. 

"I think it was the idea of doing something that everybody said was so 
awful," Derin admitted. "That was the real attraction, that more than Dad 
himself. He wasn't awfully attractive, not to me. But getting it on with 
him, that idea was always enough to make me hot all over! And since I was an 
only child, I never had a brother or a sister to make it with; that kind of 
incest was always purely imaginary." 

"She also gets off on pretending to be an older woman who's hot for a young 
stud," Tom said. "Go on, Derin, tell her about that kid back in Rochester." 

Lisa knew very well that Tom had been working in the Rochester branch of the 
firm's manufacturing empire before the transfer to the home office. She now 
listened as Derin readily began an engrossing account of an escapade dating 
from three years before, one which, she said, had proved to be fantastically 
exciting. 

"We had this apartment in a really weird kind of complex," Derin began. "I 
mean, there were apartments popping up at all kinds of odd angles. Mostly it 
was pretty well designed but the architect had made a mistake-or maybe he 
built it that way, who knows?-in one part. I could stand on the balcony 
outside our bedroom and by stretching just a little, I could look down into 
part of this apartment across the way. Well, a woman-a divorcee, I guess; I 
never saw a man around the place-and her son lived there. The kid was about 
fourteen, just beginning to mature, and was he ever hungl I swear to you, he 
had almost as much as Tom here! And oh, did he ever love playing with that 
big thing! I could peek right down into his bedroom and see him; he'd get 
out a beaver magazine and just work that lovely cock of his till it was raw, 
almost! 

"Well, it wasn't long before I started getting ideas about him," Derin 
continued. "I mean, it seemed clear enough that he wasn't getting any from 
his girlfriend, if he even had a girl, and I decided that it was my mission 
in life to, er, bring him along, so to speak! I finally managed to get him 
in my apartment and it wasn't long before I had him right where I wanted 
him!" 

"Really?" Lisa asked, astonished at her effrontery. "Only fourteen?" 

"I swear it," Derin affirmed. "No lie, he'd had his fourteenth birthday 
about three months before, he told me. Mmmmm, he was just beginning to start 
growing pubic hair and he was really bashful, even awkward about it all. 
He'd never had a piece of ass, naturally, and I thought he was going to die 
when I let him know that I was going to give it to him! That first time, he 
was so blasted hot that he actually started shooting off even before he got 
it in! Honest, as soon as I reached down to take his throbbing pecker and 
push it down to my pussy, he started creaming. Mmmmm, all that lovely, hot, 
delicious young come shooting out over my belly, it just made me die, 
almost! I managed to get him stuffed into my cunt before he could finish, so 
I got the last of his come inside, and it made me so incredibly horny! He 
wasn't about to stop, once he'd gotten the feel of a hot pussy around his 
cock, and he just kept humping!" 

Derin added that she had fucked the youth until the sharp, biting edge had 
been worn off his desire, at which point she had begun teaching him the 
rudiments of sexual etiquette. He had been a quick learner and within a week 
or two, she said, he had developed a commendable degree of self-control, 
though not at the expense of his appetite for fucking. That eagerness, she 
claimed, had continued unabated for the next year, at the end of which 
period the affair had been broken off when his mother had moved away from 
the city. 

"I, er, supervised his first lay with a schoolgirl," 

Derin said, grinning without embarrassment. "From long range, you might say, 
but I helped him, nevertheless. He was telling me about this girl he was 
interested in, who was a couple years older than he was, and I kept urging 
him to put a heavy make on her. He kept holding back, telling me that he 
wasn't sure a girl would really like fucking, but I managed to convince him 
that I was simply crazy about it, naturally. Finally he made the big 
break-through and got her in his apartment one afternoon after school, 
before his mother returned from her job. I'd arranged it all with him before 
hand; he got her in his bedroom and did it to her on his bed, with me 
watching from the balcony! I was standing up there, nearly freezing my ass 
off-this was in, like, early December-and finger fucking myself ninety to 
nothing while I watched them going at it. Ohhh, did he ever do a job on her! 
He told me afterward that she was almost ready to back out, once he'd let 
her see what he really had between his legs, but he cooled that by going 
down on her. Yeah, I'd taught him a little about eating pussy, too; he 
didn't like it at first but I got him out of that, soon enough! And then 
once he had it in her, she whimpered and cried a little but it wasn't long 
before she was screaming and grinding away like she'd been fucking big ones 
all her life!" 

Lisa listened in shocked silence at the unrestrained account of sexual 
depravity. Derin held nothing back as she described her "educational 
process," and Lisa could see that she had given the youth a very thorough 
grounding in sexual fundamentals. At first she thought such behavior 
reprehensible but later she realized that the idea had a certain exotic 
appeal. Probably she would do the same herself, she admitted, if the 
opportunity were to present itself, and she could not quarrel with Derin's 
assertion, that it was better for the youth to know how to use his big prick 
than for him to go through life ignorant of that illustrious skill. 

"That was my only venture into making it with kids," Derin said. "I mean, 
after I'd gotten out of high school, of course. I'm not sure if I'd do it 
again or not. I mean, there is a certain risk there, sure. But my God, the 
thrill of taking a kid like that, giving him his first lay, watching the 
look on his face when he feels a hot pussy for the first time, mmmm!" 

"Maybe the next time will be better than that, even," Lisa suggested. "You 
might run across a nice, nubile young girl, someone whom Tom could help you 
teach!" 

"God, I could almost come just thinking about it!" Derin whispered. "Yeahh, 
a hot little piece, a girl with almost no hair on her twat, just beginning 
to understand that she's got dynamite between her thighs, that would really 
be something! To turn her on gradually, show her how she can use her finger 
to make it hotter and more alive with feeling and then to go down on her! My 
God, to be the first one ever to have your tongue up her sweet little cunt 
when she came for the first time!" 

Derin's warmly enthusiastic description of the act was fervent enough to 
inspire her with new desire. She finger-fucked herself briskly, bringing her 
clitoris to a state of throbbing delight, and then slumped back on the bed, 
breathing hard from the exertion. Lisa had watched her, fascinated by her 
unrestrained sexuality, and felt herself being drawn into a web of lustful 
intrigue. Derin's exclamation of delight set her imagination to working and 
later, having time to think about the possibility more carefully, she 
suggested that they play a game centering on the woman's exciting fantasy. 

"Oh, hey, would you like doing that?" Derin whispered, her eyes dancing with 
mischievous arousal when Lisa put the proposal to her. "Really? Ohhh, baby, 
I could go crazy doing it that way!" 

"Of course I'd do it," Lisa said, growing steadily more excited when she saw 
the quick, enthusiastic way Derin responded to her suggestion. "What if I 
were to shave my bush off? You know, to make it seem more like I were only 
twelve or thirteen?" 

"Hey, out of sight!" Derin breathed. "Let's do it!" 

Tom helped Lisa denude her pubis. He rubbed shaving lather over her pubic 
mound and let her use his razor; Derin watched them, scarcely able to 
restrain herself as they worked. When Lisa completed the shave and had wiped 
away the last remaining bits of lather, Derin surveyed the result and 
pronounced herself totally in favor of the idea. She admitted that Lisa did 
not look very youthful, owing to the prominence of her breasts, but Lisa 
reminded her that girls sometimes developed breasts before their love mounds 
showed much, if any, trace of hair. 

"You're right," Derin admitted. "And in any case it won't matter. Mmmmmm, I 
like the way you look, shaved bare! Yes, the way the inner lips hang down, 
it makes me want to start eating right away!" 

Lisa made the situation more life-like by dividing her hair into two 
bunches, gathering each with a piece of ribbon to create a girlish effect. 
She put on one of Tom's tee shirts, selecting an extra large one that hung 
halfway down her thighs, and let that serve as her garb. She would, she 
said, pretend to be a young girl at home in her mother's apartment, making a 
beginning investigation of her pussy's lively qualities, and Derin could act 
as a door-to-door saleswoman making a routine call. The plot was a hackneyed 
one, of course, but that served to make the change even more exciting. 

Derin played her role to perfection, even going to the length of dressing 
fully. She sat down beside Lisa on the living room couch and went into her 
sales patter, pretending to show off a line of kitchen utensils. Midway 
through the sales talk, Lisa moved her legs slightly, enough to make the tee 
shirt ride up her thighs and reveal the lush slit between them. Derin 
responded instantly, looking down hungrily, and Lisa allowed herself to be 
seduced in that setting. 

Derin sat on the floor in front of the couch, once the initial advances had 
been made and accepted, and pretended to explain in great detail the 
mysteries of feminine anatomy. Lisa listened carefully, exposing herself 
without shame as the woman indicated the various parts of her pussy, and 
easily allowed herself to be led deeper into the quicksands of womanly love. 
When Derin finally leaned forward, kissing her pussy, Lisa was aflame with 
desire and she readily climaxed against the woman's hot tongue, groaning and 
shuddering as the waves of orgasmic energy ripped and tore through her 
loins. 

Tom had watched them from the start. As soon as Derin had felt the final 
shudder of exquisite, rending pleasure beat through Lisa's cunt, she had 
motioned him forward. Still playing the role she had chosen, she introduced 
him as her district supervisor and said that he had come along that day to 
check out her sales technique. Now, Derin said, he would instruct Lisa in a 
different kind of technique. 

"You've never been fucked, have you?" Derin demanded. "No, I thought not. 
All right, my dear, he'll bring you in properly! I could feel that cherry of 
yours, when I had my tongue sliding all the way up, so I know that this will 
be a new experience for you! Yes, lie back there and get ready; he's going 
to fuck you with that enormous prick of his! He'll make a wonderful woman 
out of you, dear, and you can be sure of that!" 

Derin's impromptu improvement on the original scenario struck Lisa's 
imagine, so that she readily consented to prolong the escapade. Although her 
pussy still ached dully and seemed to have almost no feeling, apart from 
that steady throb of post-orgasmic warmth, she knew that Tom's prick would 
bring her back to life in short order. Eager to have the massive beam 
working inside her flesh, she lay back on the couch and awaited his 
entrance. 

"I know I oughtn't to let him do it," she said, "but it looks so good, all 
stiff and standing out like that! Are you sure I'll be able to get it all 
in? Gee, it looks like a real whopper!" 

"You'll manage it," Derin assured her. "I promise you, you'll be able to 
take every inch of it and maybe even beg for more! Don't worry, dear, just 
lie there and let him fuck you-he's a real craftsman and he'll give you a 
good piece of work." 

Lisa's flesh regained its life much sooner than she had expected. She 
attributed her unusually rapid resurgence to the animating power of the 
fantasy into which she had entered; the playacting proved to be extremely 
suggestive and it affected her with a deep, urgent need. She quivered 
abruptly when she felt the head of Tom's prick nudge against the swollen 
lips of her pussy and then spread them apart; the involuntary reaction 
became even more pronounced when she felt that knobby tip begin spearing 
deeper. Derin's tongue had not done much toward relieving some of the 
tension in her womb but Tom's mighty weapon, she felt sure, would drain her 
completely. 

"OHHHH, GET IT IN!" she begged, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed 
to be surrendering her virginity. "Ugghhh! Let me feel it, let me feel all 
of it!" 

Derin lay back on the floor and began masturbating. She watched with burning 
eyes as he worked deeper into that fragrant, juicy cleft. Lisa's sobbing 
wail of sexual agony, issuing from deep in her throat a moment after Tom had 
begun slicing deep into her cunt, informed them all that she had indeed 
struck gold: Derin began fingerfucking with a quiet, determined intensity 
that quickly produced a resounding storm of orgiastic madness between her 
own thighs. Tom pumped away for another moment and then gasped. Clenching 
his buttocks until they were hard, shuddering knots of muscle, he expelled 
another flood of steaming come into Lisa's cunt. He managed to keep driving 
hard until the final spasm of lusty release had worked its way through his 
prick and then he collapsed atop her, breathing hard. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Lisa left the Hadleighs' townhouse Sunday afternoon, her head still spinning 
from the overload of sensual stimulation. She had spent about forty hours in 
their home, she later calculated, and she estimated that about thirty-five 
of those hours had found her engaged in some kind f sexual activity, whether 
physically active, verbally or merely watching Tom and Derin attempt to 
assuage each other's raging desire. She had never before crammed so much 
concentrated sex into so short a period. The experience had left her 
emotionally drained, so that she could not be sure exactly what she was 
feeling or thinking. 

Later, when her body had begun to recover from the demands she had made on 
it, she could see that she actually had enjoyed every marvelous minute of 
the madcap weekend. She had assumed a number of new sexual roles and had 
found herself capable of being aroused in several ways she had not 
experimented with before. Throughout the long weekend, the Hadleighs had 
been uncommonly tender and careful with her, as though they were willing to 
go to any lengths to ensure that her pleasure was as total and complete as 
possible. 

Lisa recognized that she would not be able to stand many weekends like the 
one she had just had. The human body could not stand up for very long when 
subjected to such strenuous activity, she felt sure of that, and continued 
exposure to that degree of sexual stimulation would certainly burn out one's 
nerve endings. As an occasional treat, however, debauches of that order 
would be highly acceptable. Lisa took a hot bath, reclining voluptuously in 
the soothing water for a half-hour, and then went to bed, where she slept 
very soundly until she awoke the next morning, greatly refreshed. 

Tom appeared much more subdued when he arrived at the office that Monday. 
The long workout had taken a lot out of him, as he readily admitted, but he 
told Lisa that the pleasure had made it all worthwhile, a sentiment with 
which she could entirely agree. He admitted that neither he nor Derin 
behaved like that very often, which Lisa could easily believe, but he also 
claimed that an occasional all-out orgy had beneficial effects. 

It was nearly a month before they could get together again. Derin was away 
on one weekend, visiting her mother, who was ill and on two other weekends 
company affairs-high echelon dinner parties involving the firm's board of 
directors and upper level management people-occupied Tom's attention, as 
well as Derin's. During that period, Tom demonstrated his capabilities as 
assistant finance director. He worked very hard and drove his staff equally 
hard, though his good spirits and willingness to share in the drudgery 
ensured that not one of them complained. 

Lisa contented herself primarily with masturbation during that period. Her 
sexual desire had not abated in the slightest but she found it relatively 
easy to do without male companionship, probably because she felt certain 
that she was, in a sense, soaking up energy which she could expend the next 
time she visited the Hadleighs for another of those long, intensely sexual 
weekends. Tom asked her very pointed, detailed questions from time to time, 
always getting the same kind of answer from her; Lisa found it exciting that 
he would want to know about her state of mind, the extent of her desire, the 
way she went about satisfying herself. Derin called her at her apartment 
occasionally and in the course of those conversations they invariably 
exchanged detailed sexual confidences, telling each other about their 
activities in great detail. Derin claimed that she masturbated almost as 
often as Lisa, fingerfucking herself at least twice every day, and swore 
that she enjoyed solitary sex almost as much as the real thing. 

On one occasion, Tom asked Lisa to stay late at the office, clearly in order 
to engage in a brief sexual interlude. She agreed, of course, and as soon as 
the other office workers had left the building she went into his office. He 
was waiting for her, fully clothed but with that familiar, deliciously large 
prick fully ready. 

"It's an erotic fantasy Derin has in mind," he said by way of explanation. 
"She got this idea that it might be nice if I were to come home one evening 
with the taste of your pussy still relatively fresh on my cock. Would you 
mind if I just put it in long enough to soak up some of the taste and 
smell?" 

"Of course not," Lisa immediately replied. The notion struck her as strongly 
erotic and she was more than willing to help Derin realize her fantasy. "As 
long as you'll let me come, that is! You're planning on holding back your 
own come?" 

"Well, if you don't mind," he said, a little embarrassed at asking her to 
submit to that kind of treatment. "Are you sure?" 

"Of course I'm sure," she told him. "I'll just work myself off; that'll be 
nice and I can get it going in no time, I'm sure of that. But perhaps 
tomorrow morning, eh? You might give her a good sound fucking before you 
leave for the office, hm?" 

"Ah, so that you'll be able to have yourself a taste as soon as I get here?" 

"You get the picture," she said. "That's exactly what I'd like!" 

Lisa quickly pulled down her pantyhose lifting the skirt of her dress over 
her bare ass, bending over his desk to make her pussy available to him. She 
toyed with her clitoris as he unzipped his fly and produced his cock, 
already fully grown and visibly throbbing with excited ardor. He peeled back 
the foreskin and approached her, moving the naked head of his prick up and 
down the furrow between her lips of her pussy. She was already strongly 
excited, having given plenty of thought to the act they were about to 
perform, and the thought of him taking Derin a taste of her pussy, using his 
prick as the transfer agent, had been enough to produce a rosy, warming glow 
of heated eagerness in her cunt. 

"UNNGGHHHHH!" she groaned, feeling that broad head slip into the mouth of 
her cunt and strike deep. "OHHH, YES, I CAN FEEL IT ALL OVER, IT'S LIKE IT 
WAS FUCKING ME EVERYWHERE AT ONCE! AHHHHH! OHHHHH, DO IT, TOM, DRIVE IT UP 
MY CUNT AND DO IT!" 

He penetrated her slowly, so that she could derive the greatest possible 
pleasure from the tool's slow, deliciously affecting progress up that 
slippery channel. Lisa used her right index finger expertly and quickly had 
herself in a fine state of orgiastic release. Grunting softly, she came with 
a long, billowing profundity that left her immensely satisfied. Tom held 
back his own orgasm, complimenting her on the vivacity of her cun-tral 
contractions; they were, he said, as strong as any he had ever felt and they 
indicated that she was keeping her vaginal muscles in excellent condition. 

"Yes, I work them out once or twice every day," she muttered, still dazed by 
the climactic force they had generated. "But not usually with as much power 
as that! Mmmmm, I hope that Derin will have a fine taste!" 

"There's no doubt about that," he said, withdrawing tenderly from her pussy. 
"Look at that, would you? It's almost dripping wet!" 

Lisa turned to contemplate the wet length of muscular organ. Her abundant 
excitement had indeed given his prick a thick, luscious coating of feminine 
love-oil; she could see that Derin was going to have herself a prime treat. 

"You'd better put that away," she warned him. "Or else I'm going to be 
wanting my share before it's due!" 

He quickly placed his prick back into his trousers. When he left the office, 
a minute later, his trousers betrayed his state of excitement but he covered 
the bulge by holding his raincoat and briefcase in a way that hid the 
evidence. He promised before leaving, that he would reward her the next 
morning and that she would find his prick as wet and exciting to the taste 
as it could possibly be. 

Tom proved to be as good as his word. Lisa went into his office as soon as 
he arrived, having already cautioned his receptionist that they were not to 
be disturbed, and found him ready. He produced his prick and she knelt down 
to take it into her mouth. The taste of fucking, virtually fresh, 
immediately assailed her taste buds; she could detect the salty flavor of 
his come as well as the sweeter, equally arousing taste of Derin's 
incomparably moist pussy. The flavors combined to lend extra strength to her 
tongue, so that she was able to bring him off in short order. He discharged 
a sizable quantity of come into her mouth, enough to let her know that he 
found her sucking extremely arousing and very much to his liking. 

"I can see that the taste was fresh enough for you," he said after he had 
recovered from the tremors of orgasm. "Actually I fucked her a little over 
an hour ago, just before I got dressed. But she held the lips of her pussy 
together, so that the come wouldn't run out; I put it back in her and let it 
bathe in the juice for awhile before I left for the office." 

"Mmmmm, it was so delicious," Lisa whispered. She had masturbated herself to 
a short but heady climax while sucking him off and she still found it 
difficult to regain full control of her body. "It was like a thunderbolt 
striking right between my legs!" 

"Derin really got on the stick last night," he said. "When she tasted you on 
my cock, I mean. She was randy enough as it was, but tasting your pussy, 
that really made her get after it!" 

"I'm glad it worked out so well for you," Lisa said. "All the more so since 
I was able to get some benefit from it too!" 

Apart from that exhilarating interlude with Tom (and with Derin by long 
range, as it were), Lisa's only other sexual activity with another person 
occurred after she had accepted a dinner invitation from Jeff Corton, a 
member of a brokerage firm working with Tom on a new bond issue which the 
company was getting together. Corton, about forty, was a slightly built man, 
barely taller than Lisa, but well mannered and attractive enough for her to 
accept his invitation to dinner. He had spent most of the day in Tom's 
office, gathering statistics and other data with which to support the 
offering of the bonds, and Lisa had worked closely with him. Sensing his 
growing interest in her, she had deliberately played up to him in a quiet, 
unobtrusive way and had succeeded in getting the invitation. 

Dinner did nothing to abate his desire for her, Lisa sensed, and he readily 
accepted her invitation to go to her apartment for coffee and cognac. Once 
there, the evening proceeded along very predictable lines. Corton proved to 
be a capable enough lover, though he did not display the uninhibited, 
extremely imaginative turn of mind which Lisa had encountered in Tom and 
Derin Hadleigh. He especially enjoyed the foreplay of their lovemaking, she 
discovered, and he repeatedly brought her to orgasm by using his hand 
against her pussy. 

Each orgasm only seemed to sharpen her hunger for real sex, giving her 
vaginal walls a special kind of ache which could be satisfied only by deep, 
brutally hard penetration. Corton seemed to be in no hurry to supply her 
with the kind of treatment she wanted, even though she could feel his 
erection through his trousers and she knew that he was fully aroused. 

At last he released her long enough to begin undressing himself. Most of her 
clothing lay crumpled about the couch on which they sprawled; she had only 
to peel off her pantyhose, dangling from one foot, and she was entirely 
naked. When Corton dropped his briefs, she saw that his prick had a very 
unusual shape: the tool was only five or six inches long but was immensely 
thick, being even larger in diameter than Tom's hefty bludgeon. like Tom, he 
had not been circumcised and she began investigating his cock as soon as 
they had retired to her bedroom. 

Corton's prick fascinated her. Never having seen an organ which combined 
thickness and shortness to such an extreme degree, she felt drawn to it with 
a rare power, almost compelling, and eagerly bent down to take it into her 
mouth. He stirred as her lips closed around the head and then he thrust up 
into her, letting her know that he was already strongly excited. Lisa pulled 
back, not wanting to take his load into her mouth at that moment, and 
released it. 

"Oh? You don't like to suck?" he asked curiously. 

"I love to suck," she corrected him. "But only at particular times, of which 
this is definitely not one! No, what I want most of all is to feel you going 
in me! Later, probably, then I'll feel like doing it the other way; you 
needn't worry about not getting your full quota of head, I don't believe!" 

Corton laughed easily and said that it was not important which style of 
lovemaking they employed, as long as they used some technique that would 
relieve the ache in his balls. He admitted that feeling her come had made 
him extra horny and she informed him that the repeated climaxes had given 
her cunt an added degree of eagerness as well. 

"Ooooh, I can't wait to feel it!" she gurgled, rolling onto her back and 
reaching down to open her thighs wider. "MMMM, I THINK I COULD START COMING 
AS SOON AS I FEEL YOU GOING IN ALMOST!" 

"Really? I was about to say the same thing," he said. "I was damned close to 
shooting off a minute ago, when you were going down on me." 

"I know," she said. "That's exactly why I backed off-I didn't want it that 
way. Are you really so close? I mean, could you get off right away? I think 
that would be crazy, feeling you start to cream as soon as you get it in!" 

"Try me for size," he said. "Or if you'd really like for it to happen quick, 
you could get on top and take it that way-there's something about the idea 
of a woman squatting over me, doing all the work herself, that really 
gets-me going in a hurry!" 

"Consider it done!" Lisa muttered. She rolled over and got into a squatting 
position atop him, placing herself so that she could take the head of that 
monstrously swollen prick without effort. She was facing him, so that he 
could see every detail as she guided his cock up between the lips of her 
pussy; she also wanted to watch the agony of completion transform his 
features as she exerted herself to drain him of his load. "There, I'll fuck 
you like that! All you have to do is imagine that I'm going down on you 
again, except that this time I'm using another set of lips!" 

She grimaced expressively as she began impaling herself upon that stubby 
column of exciting flesh. Squatting as she was, the mouth of her cunt had 
become foreshortened and she had thus become far more sensitive to the width 
of his prick. The broad head seemed almost on the point of tearing her 
vagina as she labored to get the tip properly seated; she could feel her 
flesh being dilated to an extreme degree and at one point she was not at all 
certain that she ought to continue. 

Lisa's desire had become strong enough, however, that she would have had to 
be much more severely tested before giving up the effort. She persisted, 
flexing her knees still more to get more weight into the act, and soon felt 
the breathtaking effect of her work. Corton's big prick slipped into the 
abundantly lubricated orifice and she quickly began rotating her hips, 
making her cunt perform a kind of sexual corkscrew act. 

Corton showed that he had not been deceiving her in the slightest. Almost as 
soon as the head of his prick had entered her cunt, he grunted harshly and 
quivered. She could see that he was digging his fingers into the mattress 
and forcibly willing himself into a paralytic state; she recognized the 
signs and deliberately contracted the muscles surrounding her vagina, so 
that her cunt caressed his prick even more powerfully. She watched him 
closely, heart beating madly, and concentrated on continuing the grinding 
hip action which seemed to be so compellingly effective. 

"Aurrgghhhh!" he moaned, his face distorted by the flooding emotion he felt. 
"Ohhhh, hell, do it! Squeeze it out, milk it dry for me, baby!" 

Lisa felt his prick spurting hot sperm. The tool's orgasmic pulsations were 
at least as strong as any she had ever felt and the blasting jets of come, 
violently hot and seemingly quite thick, sprayed over the inner walls of her 
cunt with raw, animal force. She slowed the motion of her hips to a 
standstill, content to feel the masculine power working inside her cunt for 
the moment. Then, eager to join him, she began bobbing up and down so that 
the lips of her pussy were soon plastered against his pelvis. She brought 
herself the final distance by brushing a fingertip over her clitoris; she 
needed only a second in which to set off a resounding blast of feminine 
sexual joy and to bring her womb to a state of tremendous release. 

"Ohhh, wow, that was out of sight!" she muttered, easing off him to curl up 
at his side. "Here, let's have some music for that one!" 

She reached out to turn on her bedside radio, tuning to an FM station 
specializing in soft, rhythmic jazz. After resting for a few moments, she 
offered to get more coffee and cognac, finding Corton quite receptive to her 
proposal. She got out of bed and padded into the kitchen, where she warmed 
the remainder of the coffee and poured more cognac. The telephone rang as 
she was pouring the coffee and she could not get the kitchen extension 
immediately because of the coffeepot in her hand. She picked up the phone 
after the fourth ring, apparently at the same time that Corton had lifted 
the handset off the instrument at her bedside table. 

"Hello?" she heard him say. The unexpectedness of his greeting took her by 
completely surprise, so that she could say nothing for a moment; she had not 
expected him to answer her telephone and she regarded it as an intrusion. 
Before she could fashion a suitable way of putting him in his place, she 
heard a man's voice, strange and unfamiliar, over the wire. 

"Jeff? Hal," the voice said. "You get the stuff yet?" 

"No, man, of course not," Corton said, sounding exasperated. "What'd you 
call me here for, anyway? Man, this is some kind of dangerous!" 

"Look, just get the names of the three or four biggest holders of Keller 
common stock," the caller rasped. "You can handle the broad, so don't worry 
about it!" 

"Okay, okay," Corton said. "Just don't call me here again, okay? This is 
tricky shit!" 

Corton replaced the telephone, leaving Lisa to wonder what the conversation 
had been about. Very obviously, she had not been meant to hear the talk and, 
just as obviously, someone was pressing Corton to find out something about 
the company. She mentally replayed as much of their earlier talk as she 
could remember. Had Corton been pressing her unduly? She could not 
definitely say that he had been overly forward in seeking information, nor 
could she remember him pressing her for information he ought not to have. In 
any case, she knew enough about company policy to be sure that she ought not 
to tell him anything about the firm's stockholders, or at least nothing that 
was not available in the company's annual reports. 

Lisa took the tray with the coffee and cognac back into the bedroom. Corton 
told her that he had answered her phone, explaining that he had thought she 
was in the bathroom or otherwise occupied when she had not answered it, and 
said that the caller had asked for a large pepperoni pizza. 

"Definitely a wrong number," she said, forcing herself to smile at the 
deception. "I don't like the stuff and I'd certainly never cook one!" 

She managed to get through the balance of the evening without revealing her 
awareness of Corton's duplicity. To be sure she felt as though she were 
being tested unduly when it came time for her to prove that she was not 
averse to sucking his cock but she carried off that feat without exciting so 
much as a flicker of suspicion in his mind, or so she believed. Later, after 
he had erupted in her mouth and had congratulated her on her oral skills, he 
skillfully led the talk around to the company once more, managing to slip in 
a few questions about the firm's major stockholders. Lisa feigned complete 
ignorance on that subject and said that Tom kept all that information very 
much to himself. 

"I'm not even sure if there's a master list in our office or not," she said, 
shaking her head in bewilderment. "I've got a feeling that they keep all 
that stuff upstairs, in the president's suite. I know I've never heard 
anything about it." 

Corton left with no information. Lisa made sure that he kept an affectionate 
regard for her, sealing the guarantee with another short session of 
fellatio; even though he could not manage a third orgasm, he declared 
himself greatly pleased with her effort and swore that she would not have to 
wait long before she could exert her skills once more. 

"I'll look forward to it," she said, smiling as she ushered him into the 
living room. "I'll really look for- 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Really? He asked you about that!" Tom said, looking up with consternation 
when Lisa told him about Corton's inquisitiveness. "Whatever for, I wonder? 
That's got nothing whatsoever to do with him!" 

"There's more," she said, and she went on to tell him about the telephone 
call she had accidentally overheard. "Now, just what the hell does all that 
mean?" 

"Hmmm, it could mean a lot of things," he said, forming a surly, threatening 
scowl. "And none of them amount to any good. The-likeliest possibility, I 
guess, would be a takeover bid from some other outfit, maybe a conglomerate 
or some Wall Street shark. I'll tell you, Lisa, you certainly did a good 
night's work there; information like that could keep us out of a lot of 
trouble!" 

"Just doing my job," she smiled. 

"Maybe, but you were doing it damned well," he said. "I'll see to it that 
the word gets around enough to where it'll do you some good. Tell you what: 
don't say anything about this to anybody-and I mean anybody-until I mention 
it to you, huh? We'll just let on that we don't know anything about any of 
it and I'll ask some questions on my own. Who knows, I might be able to turn 
this thing around and do us all some good!" 

He added that he and Derin had been rearranging their schedules in order to 
do themselves, as well as Lisa, some good in another sense of the word. He 
asked if she would be willing to spend another weekend with them at their 
townhouse, adding that they could supply some added treats which they had 
not enjoyed during the previous session they had enjoyed so much. Lisa 
agreed, naturally, and promised that she would be there. 

When the appointed Friday afternoon arrived, she was so fiercely aroused 
that she could barely concentrate on steering her car through the 
late-afternoon traffic and making her way to the Hadleighs' home. Tom, who 
had had a downtown meeting for most of the afternoon, was already there when 
she arrived; he and Derin were both naked and awaited her in the living 
room. 

"No, we haven't fucked yet," Derin said when she had closed the front door 
behind her. "We wanted to save that for later. For right now, we were 
wondering if you'd like to join us in a really special kind of warm-up 
exercise. It's, er, something we do fairly often; I'm sure you'll like it." 

"If it has to do with sex, I know I'll like it," Lisa said. "Shall I strip 
now?" 

"Please do," Derin said. "Meanwhile, we'll go back to our chairs and wait, 
hm?" 

Lisa now realized that three armchairs had been arranged in front of the 
living room's flickering fireplace, put in a triangular arrangement so that 
they could each have a separate chair but could watch each other. Derin 
settled back in her own chair and draped her legs over the arms, effectively 
opening her thighs with brazen forwardness and displaying herself to the 
occupants of the other chairs. Lisa hurried to get herself suitably naked 
and quickly took her place in the empty chair. After sitting down, she 
rearranged herself and adopted the posture Derin had chosen; she realized 
that it would be more exciting if both Tom and Derin could look at her naked 
pussy and could see the extent of her excitement. 

"The idea," Derin said, "is to excite ourselves-and each other-as much as we 
possibly can, in any way we can, and yet not to come. We'll try to keep it 
up for as long as possible." 

"It sounds like a marvelous game," Lisa said. "But who is to be the loser?" 

"Oh, the loser's the one who gives in first and approaches another one of 
us," Tom said. 

"Or the one who remains a stubborn individualist and gets off by himself," 
Derin added. "Or herself, as the case may be." 

"Hmmm, doesn't sound like much of a penalty," Lisa scoffed, though she was 
grinning broadly as she spoke. "Even if you lose, you win!" 

"Sounds to me as though it ought to be popular the world over," Lisa said. 
"Perhaps an event at the next Olympics?" 

"Ahhh, I love that idea!" Derin muttered. "I can already see myself in 
Moscow, performing before this perfectly immense audience, a couple hundred 
thousand people all gathered into this arena. Yes, I'm lying on a couch, on 
a blanket with a red-and-black design, perfectly colored to contrast with my 
body! This perfectly incredible number of people is watching, they're all 
enthralled by my beauty, by the fantastic way I'm exciting myself! Ushers 
are working the crowd, selling binoculars to the people who haven't brought 
any; everyone wants to get a close-up view of my pussy!" 

She had already reached a fine state of sexual arousal at the time of Lisa's 
arrival but the addition to the party, together with the animating efforts 
of the fantasy, were enough to make her pussy's dark lips glow far more 
fervently. Lisa looked on without hesitation and felt her own body beginning 
to ache with greater ardor; Derin's stiff nipples were especially flagrant 
in their proclamation of her lust. The inner lips of her pussy had a wet 
pink glistening sheen, indicating the degree of her cunt's readiness, and at 
times the swollen petals of flesh seemed almost to move of their own 
volition. Despite the extravagant state of excitement which was transforming 
her pussy, Derin could still touch and fondle the dark slit without bringing 
herself off. 

Tom was also masturbating while he watched. He did so in a slow, almost 
casual manner, showing that he was more aroused than usual; he pulled the 
big foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock and varied the stroke 
by caressing his balls. Those big, manly eggs appeared to be packed with 
sperm and the bag, flushed to a deep shade of maroon, had become fully 
distended. 

"They're entering you both in another event at the Olympics," Tom nodded. "I 
don't know what they call the event, but I can see you both competing at the 
same time. They have you in the arena again, a hundred thousand people 
gathered around, just like before. You're both naked and you're on tables, 
sort of like the one you mentioned before. Except this time, you're kneeling 
on them. You've been tied over a bar so that your rumps are up in the air, 
your knees are spread wide apart and you're showing everything you've got. 
The tables have a cutout part at the end, so that guys can belly up to you 
real close and get their pricks in." 

"A fucking contest!" Derin breathed, her face flushing brightly. "You've got 
us in a fucking contest!" 

"Yes, but it's a very special kind of fucking," he said. "In this version, 
the idea is to see which of you can take the biggest cock. The committee has 
searched the world over and found the men with the largest pricks. Which 
woman can take the largest cock? That's the point. Ahh, here comes the first 
man-he's Japanese, it appears, a lot larger than most of the Japanese I've 
seen and oh, does he have a whip on him! God, it looks like the thing's 
eight or nine inches long, at least, and it's at least as big around as my 
wrist! He's had a Japanese girl working on him, sucking him up to the 
biggest, stiffest hard-on you ever saw; his cock has the consistency of a 
crowbar, at least! Now he's getting into place behind you, Derin, and ... 
ahhh, he's in, he's pushing it in! You don't say a single word, as though 
you're determined to show the world that you can take everything the wily 
Orient has to offer and then some! Now one of the judges is coming over to 
make sure that he's all the way in, as far as he can go; she's signaling 
that he's in you up to the balls. He pulls it out, all shining and wet with 
your cunt's juice, and now he's going over to Lisa. He does the same to her, 
just rams it in without any tenderness at all! This contest just determines 
quantity, how much hard cock you can take and nothing more; tightness and 
fucking skill don't have a thing to do with it! And-uh-oh, you've got him, 
Lisa, you've got him! He was trying to pull out of you after he got the 
signal that he was in to the hilt but your pussy's bitten too hard at him, 
he's about to come! He takes it the rest of the way out and ... yes, he's 
going to jack off now, he's beating away at it and ... ahhh, there's his 
come, he's shooting off and spraying his come all over your hips and thighs, 
it's dripping down off your ass!" 

Tom's account of the imaginary "contest" affected both women very 
profoundly. Derin, in particular, responded to the bizarre tale; his 
construction allowed her to get some of her most affecting fantasies into 
play and she became still more aroused as she listened. Her tiny breasts 
were now firmed up into rock-like mounds, almost all dark, hot nipple, and 
the areoles around them had become so deeply flushed that they were almost 
the same hue as the inner lips of her pussy. She no longer touched herself, 
an indication of the degree to which the tale had affected her, and her eyes 
now had a dulled cast, as though she were only semiconscious. 

Lisa had also been moved by Tom's account, though perhaps not quite to the 
same degree as Derin. She found it an exciting idea, having to present 
herself in that semi-degrading fashion and to take the cocks of various men, 
all of them unknown to her, while a great throng of eager people watched. 
She sat very still in the chair, fearing that even the slightest movement 
might set off an involuntary orgasm, and of course did not even think about 
touching her pussy. That organ now heated to near the boiling point, 
throbbed lustily with every beat of her heart; its lewd, hungry ache sent 
fingers of lustful desire shooting through every part of her body. 

Tom described successive rounds in the contest, working his way through 
several nations. Each man, a stereotype of his nation's characteristics, was 
slightly larger than his predecessor, so that the women were subjected to 
progressively greater degrees of vaginal dilation. Derin and Lisa both took 
all that each man had to offer, making not even a whimper as their huge 
cocks probed deeper into their hot, twitching cunts. Tom described the men 
in great detail, so that they almost became living people; he especially 
dwelt on their cocks. Several of the men became so excited during the 
penetration that they climaxed, either inside or upon the women, but in 
every case the men offered no more than a simple in-and-out thrust; usually 
they finished by masturbating and ejaculating on a woman's naked rump. 

"Ahhh, the supreme test," he said. "My God, some little dinky African nation 
has found a man with a ... ohhh, you wouldn't believe what he's got! That 
thing must be sixteen or eighteen inches long, at least; it looks like a 
fence post! Ohhh, shit, all purple, almost black, and it's as hard as a 
bone, it really is! My God, he's going to give it to you first, Derin! I 
can't believe they're actually letting him fuck a woman with that tool! The 
audience is going up the wall, they're so turned on! Some of them are 
screaming at the judges to stop the contest, claiming that it's inhuman for 
any woman to have to take something that big; some of them are begging for 
the trial to continue; a lot of people have gotten so turned on they're 
doing it too, right there in the stands! I can see guys jerking off, showing 
their cocks in front of everybody, there are women fingerfucking, some with 
dildoes, couples are fucking and sucking each other, it's a madhouse!" 

"Ohhhh, Jesus, I don't know if I can stand this much longer!" Derin 
whispered. "Ooooh, Tom, it's hitting me so hard, I want to come so bad! 
Mmmmm! I think if you were to fuck me now I'd die, I'd really die right 
off!" 

"Easy, baby, easy," he begged. "The judges aren't going to stop the contest; 
they want it to continue. This guy is in place now, he's getting ready to 
start pushing that monster up into place but first he ... oh, yeah, he 
swiped the head around on some of the come the other guy shot off on you! 
Now he's putting the head into place, right between those luscious lips, and 
he's leaning into you! You scream, you're screaming with agony, but you 
won't push the button that says you can't go on! Now he's in, he's actually 
got the head of his cock in your cunt and he's driving it up, all the way 
up, and he's ... no, that's it, that's the end! He's struck bottom, he can't 
stretch your cunt any more! The judges are measuring now and ... yes, there 
are about two inches of his prick still outside your pussy!" 

"Damn you, you know I could take it all!" Derin snapped, angry at the twist 
he had given the story. "That's not fair!" 

"Now he's taking that club over to Lisa," Tom continued, not at all put off 
by her objections. "He's doing 

ISO the same to her and it almost kills her, being stretched like that, but 
she takes it too. He's ramming it up her cunt-he really-likes fucking it up 
white women, apparently-and she's, no, that's it! It's a tie, there's 
exactly as much prick outside Lisa's pussy as there was when he had it all 
the way up you, Derin! They're declaring you co-champions!" 

Suddenly Derin's restraint snapped, eaten away by the dramatic rendering of 
the "Olympic contest." Groaning savagely, she thrust two fingers of her left 
hand into the mouth of her cunt; the quick, brutal penetration brought a 
wailing cry of agonized joy to her lips. She quickly extracted the fingers, 
now slippery and very wet, and thrust the index finger of that hand into her 
anus. At the same time, she flipped the index finger of her right hand 
against her clitoris, beating off with a quick, strumming motion that 
greatly intensified the pangs of orgasmic release. 

Derin's example proved contagious. Lisa caught the sexual fever too and, 
being excited to an almost unbearable degree, she quickly masturbated into a 
long shuddering orgasm. Sitting in the chair, thighs wide open and pussy 
almost directly in front of Tom, she felt completely exposed. His presence 
merely heightened the delicious excitement, however, and she quickly 
massaged her sorely aroused slit until she had gained a measure of temporary 
relief. Tom watched them both, hardly moving, and continued to stroke his 
massive prick. 

"The bastard, he knew just how to get me off," Derin muttered after the 
frenzy had passed through her cunt, leaving her weak and listless for the 
moment. "Ohh, hell, I like the idea of having a whole series of men, all of 
them total strangers, each of them just walking up and fucking away till he 
shoots his load. A gang bang, sometimes I think I'd really love that, seven 
or eight guys doing it, each of them shooting me full of come until the 
stuff was packed in so tight I couldn't take another drop! Does that turn 
you on, Lisa? like that idea?" 

"I've got to admit that it does," Lisa said. "I especially liked that bit 
about some of the guys shooting off against my rump, Tom; that's always 
struck me as such an exciting thing to see, even though I'd personally 
rather have them put their load somewhere that would do me more good. I 
think that's the thing about porn flicks I like most-the guys are always 
pulling out so the camera can catch them in the act of coming, that's what 
turns me on so about them." 

"I know exactly what you mean," Derin said. "God, the times I've wished Tom 
had an absolutely inexhaustible supply of come! You know, so he could fuck a 
big load up my cunt and then, seconds later, do it again in my mouth, and 
right after that jack off so that it would shoot all over my boobs, that 
kind of thing." 

"I think that's why the idea of taking so many men in succession is so 
fascinating," Lisa mused. "Simple, straight fucking might get a little 
boring, all of them doing it to you in a row like that. But having it 
varied, so that you'd get them in all those different ways, in such short 
order, that really has an emotional wallop!" 

"I only wish there were some way I could fuck the both of you at the same 
time," Tom remarked. "I'd really like that, I think, being able to thrust 
once up into Derin and then follow it up with a hump into you, Lisa, one 
right after the other." 

His statement inspired Derin into implementing his desire. She suggested 
that she and Lisa might lie in a way which might allow him to do just that. 
Lisa immediately felt her desire sharpening when she heard the woman's 
proposal; she relished the idea of sharing the man and her clitoris 
stiffened abruptly at the notion. They went into the bedroom, where Derin 
directed Lisa to lie flat on her back. Derin then mounted her, straddling 
her hips with her knees and bringing her loins down until her pubic bush was 
actually rubbing against Lisa's love mound. In the interval since Tom had 
shaved her pussy, Lisa's pubis had grown a short, half-inch stubble and 
while the growth was enough to darken the sensual triangle, it was not so 
thick that she could not feel Derin's bush rubbing against her flesh. 

"Yeah, that's lovely," Tom said, having gotten behind them to watch. "I'm 
not sure it's going to work, though. Here, let me try; I can't pass up an 
opportunity like this, that's for sure!" 

He mounted them in that position, urging Lisa to spread her thighs as far 
apart as she could. She could not open herself up as fully as she would have 
liked but he managed to get between her knees and to put the head of his 
prick against Derin's pussy. She moaned frantically when she felt the knobby 
tip begin teasing at the mouth of her cunt; being so close to Lisa had given 
her flesh an extra charge of sexual electricity and she quickly became hot 
and wet with desire. 

Tom drove his throbbing prick into his wife with a quick, easy thrust, 
drawing a low, gasping exclamation from her lips. He withdrew quickly, 
having pushed only about a third of his cock up that moistly prepared 
opening, and then angling his big tool down so that it pointed directly at 
the lips of Lisa's pussy, pushed forward. 

Entering her was more difficult, he found, because the angle ot entry was 
not exactly ideal, but he managed to get the head of his cock lodged in her 
cunt's tingling rim. After giving her a slow, intensely arousing thrust, he 
withdrew and applied his prick again to Derin's cunt. 

"God, I can feel the heat of your pussy already!" Derin breathed, writhing 
about ecstatically as he thrust into her again. "MMMM, HE'S FUCKING ME, 
DARLING, HE'S FUCKING ME WHILE HE'S WET WITH YOUR CUNT! OHHH, GOD, IT'S 
MAKING ME WANT TO DIE, I CAN'T STAND IT, BEING FUCKED LIKE THAT! UGGHHHH! SO 
WET, SO HOT AND HARD, IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO ... ANNNGGGHHHHHHH! OWWWWWW! 
OHHHHHHHH!" 

Tom began using his prick with a quick, abandoned eagerness. Having 
established the fact that he could transfer the organ from one woman to the 
other without great difficulty, he now used that skill with devastating 
effect. As he continued to push his love-slick organ into their pussies, 
giving each woman a single thrust and then moving to the other, he became so 
strongly aroused that he could not hold back his eagerness with his 
customary degree of self-control. 

"God, you're both so tight, so hot and wet!" he grunted, sliding his prick 
out of Derin's cunt and preparing to shove it deep into Lisa's tight little 
cleft. As they had gained greater proficiency with the position, they had 
learned how to effect the entrance easier and Lisa had become fairly 
accomplished at adjusting herself to take more of his prick. "Ugghh! You're 
both making me come! Ahhh, I've got to let it go, I'll shoot come in both of 
you!" 

That was exactly what he did. His prick was nosing up Lisa's cunt when the 
first dynamic tremor of sensual delight burst out from his balls. The 
opening burst of come shot far up her cunt and he quickly withdrew, eager to 
deposit some of the rich, sticky cream in his wife's moist receptacle. Derin 
screamed frantically when she felt the hot spray hit against the splayed 
lips of her pussy but the cry became a wail of agony as he thrust into her, 
emitting another strenuous jet of sperm. 

Tom continued fucking them alternately, hammering away into each woman in 
turn as he exhausted his balls. When he had finished his run, both women had 
received a healthy offering of the hot cream, both inside their cunts and 
over their vulvas; he had sprayed his load about with nearly complete 
abandon as he had churned out a full measure of masculine satisfaction. At 
length, deeply planted in Derin, he slowed his pace and rammed furiously 
forward, unable to continue for another strong stroke. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"By the way, I have some people looking into Corton and his connections," 
Tom said to Lisa later that evening. "Nothing's definite yet but maybe we'll 
know something within a couple of days." 

"I'm glad that we finished working with him," Lisa said. "I don't know that 
I could have faced him much longer, knowing what I did about him." 

"He must really be a bastard, taking a girl to bed just to get some inside 
information about the company," Derin said. "What a distasteful little 
creature!" 

"Yes, but he had an interesting prick," Lisa said. "Did I tell you?" 

Derin expressed a quick interest and Lisa described the organ to her. They 
agreed that a short, exceptionally broad organ might be interesting, 
especially as a change of pace, but agreed that Tom's prick had a more 
pleasing shape. He preened himself with pride as he listened to their 
remarks. Their preference for his cock gave him a lot of satisfaction, 
especially when they punctuated their praise with caresses and kisses. 

"I don't think I've ever gotten off quite as well as this time," Derin said. 
"When we played the endurance game, I mean. That's what we call it, Lisa, 
'endurance.' You know, seeing who can hold out the longest. I think it was 
that business about the audience, that and that series of studs from all the 
different countries, that got to me the most." 

"A lot of women get turned on by a fantasy something like that," Lisa said. 
"I mean, one where she's the object of attention, where everyone is looking 
at her and a line of perfectly gorgeous young studs are waiting to service 
her. I don't mind telling you, I find it a pretty potent scene myself!" 

"What a pity," Tom said. "Both of you being able to get off so well on that 
kind of thing, and there's only me to satisfy you. Maybe I should send out 
for reinforcements, hm? Except where would you go, to collect eight or ten 
nice looking guys, all with outlandishly large cocks?" 

"I don't know," Derin said. "But sometimes I think that if I did, I'd 
already have been there! Not that I mean any disrespect for you, dear; it's 
just the idea that gets me going, I suppose." 

Tom mentioned that he had another really special treat for Lisa, something 
that they had dreamed up for her personal pleasure. Derin went to a closet 
and brought out three video cassettes, turning to Lisa with a gentle smile 
as she displayed the cassettes. She explained that she and Tom had picked up 
three additional films, choosing them with a particular eye toward Lisa's 
tastes and inclinations. 

"I have a feeling that you're going to like them," Derin said. "Here, I'll 
plug one in and we can watch, shall we?" 

Tom had brought the cassette player into the living room, so they could 
operate it through the large color set in one corner of the room. Lisa 
settled back to watch, sitting on the couch next to Tom. Derin joined them, 
sitting at Lisa's free side, and she allowed her hand to rest on Lisa's 
naked thigh; she made it quite clear that she intended adding her own kind 
of stimulation to that which they were to see. 

Lisa found herself watching a film of totally unrestrained sexuality. The 
film's plot, a tired cliche, revolved around a pretty young hitchhiker, a 
big-busted blonde who looked as though she were around twenty years of age, 
and the carload of hunters who responded to her uplifted thumb. To Lisa, it 
seemed that they were responding quite as much to her well-filled tank top, 
which molded the delicious curves of her breasts almost as though it had 
been plastered to them, and to the ultra-short cutoff jeans. The girl had 
snipped off her jeans' legs to the absolute maximum, so that only a narrow 
ribbon of denim connected the front of the garment to the rear; from a rear 
view, the bottom crease of her buttocks showed plainly and a few wisps of 
golden brown pubic hair peeped from the edges of the garment's crotch. 

The first two minutes of the film depicted the girl getting her ride and 
accompanying the hunters to their lodge. Once that was out of the way, the 
film turned into an all-out debauch, with the men quickly stripping to the 
buff and brandishing their extra-large pricks in front of the girl. She made 
no attempt at evading their crude advances and even welcomed them, 
apparently; within a moment or two she was as naked as they and she had a 
prick in each hand, as well as one in her mouth.' 

From that point on, the film became an exercise in the photographer's art, 
as though he had been set the problem of capturing as much sexual action on 
film as he possibly could. The girl seldom had less than three pricks at 
once and she took the men in every conceivable fashion, all without so much 
as a sign of repugnance. Most of the men were well endowed with a couple 
approaching or perhaps even exceeding Tom's noble measurements. The girl 
took each of them in whatever fashion the circumstance of the moment 
dictated; if her ass-hole happened to be vacant and available, a man would 
thrust into her in that opening, regardless of what was happening in other 
of her body's orifices. At one point she was lying on her back with about 
five of the young men clustered around her. They were all masturbating 
furiously, as was she; the film culminated with the five men ejaculating 
their hot white sperm onto her face and body almost simultaneously. 

The film affected Lisa in a very direct and powerful way. Striking as it did 
at one of her most telling fantasies, it brought her emotions to a feverish 
pitch and left her nearly paralyzed with sexual hunger. She had not been 
able to move during the last part of the film, when it had become clear that 
the female's role was, simply, to exhaust all of the men; her clitoris 
screamed for attention but she held back, fearing that her climax would be 
so exuberant that she would miss part of the action. 

Once the film had ended, however, she lost no time in bringing her hands 
down between her quivering thighs. Derin helped make her ensuing orgasm even 
more drastic, leaning over to kiss her nipples; Lisa's cunt exploded with a 
hard, driving rush of lustful feeling that left her trembling weakly upon 
the couch. Tom added his bit as well, leaning over to apply his own mouth to 
her other nipple, and she worked her fingers back and forth inside her 
cunt's hot mouth until she could no longer bear the exquisite agony of 
fulfillment. 

"Okay, we know where you're coming from," Derin told her when she had 
rejoined the conscious world. "That was beautiful, Lisa, really erotic! I 
just love watching you come; you really get everything into it!" 

"I ... I can't help it," Lisa panted. "When that feeling starts boiling out, 
I feel it all over. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to be able to live 
through it, it hits me so hard!" 

"But you always do," Derin said. "Just as I do, as we all do. Really, dear, 
I think that if you and I were to try becoming whores, we'd go broke in a 
week!" 

"I know I'd end up giving it away," Lisa said, smiling at the thought. "I 
couldn't bear taking money for doing something that good, especially not if 
I liked the man even a little bit!" 

"I couldn't agree more," Derin declared. "But do you know something? The 
idea of being a whore-I mean temporarily, of course, just a one-time 
fling-really has a certain kind of rare appeal. Or it always has had for me. 
I've got to admit, I can really get excited, thinking about dressing in some 
really flashy, trashy way and making the rounds of some of the, well, 
sleazier parts of the area!" 

"You're so right," Lisa murmured. "As a matter-of-fact, I once had a really 
compelling fantasy along those lines. Sometimes I'd nearly finger-fuck 
myself silly, just by thinking about it while I was doing myself!" 

"Tell me all about it," Derin whispered, moving closer to her and rubbing 
her thigh in a very suggestive way. "Why don't you sit back and relax, dear, 
while you tell me every detail, hm? I'm sure it would be the sort of thing 
that would make me just so incredibly horny all over!" 

Lisa agreed. Tom moved over to get behind his wife as she listened; he 
wanted to rub his fingers between her buttocks and masturbate her, a desire 
with which she was wholly in accord. Derin avoided touching Lisa's pussy, 
not wanting to distract her, but she kept the tips of her Fingers very close 
to that sensitive area. 

"I liked to think of myself wearing really striking combinations, usually 
red and black," Lisa said. "Say, a really low, scoop-neck tank top, 
something like that, out of fire engine red nylon knit, that kind of thing." 

"Something really tight, so that it would show off those lovely boobs," 
Derin said, reaching up to brush her palm over one of Lisa's rapidly 
stiffening nipples. "And of course, not even a whisper of a bra underneath!" 

"Of course not," Lisa said. "And no panties, either! I think the most 
exciting combination was that top, along with a black leather miniskirt-and 
I mean, really a mini; it was barely long enough to cover the cheeks of my 
ass and if I so much as leaned over just a trifle, I was flashing with 
everything!-and a pair of black mesh stockings. And boots, naturally, really 
high heeled boots of black patent leather too." 

"Yes, the classic costume for whores," Derin said. "And that combination of 
colors would really look well on you, darling; you've got the perfect 
combination for it, you know." 

"I'd visualize myself walking the streets, picking up customers wherever it 
seemed feasible," Lisa continued. "Dark doorways, alleyways, in the back 
seat of parked cars, just everywhere! And I'd make a point of having every 
man finish inside, so that when I walked away the come would begin dripping 
out my pussy and running down my legs. I always found something extra sexy 
in that idea, walking the streets while the jism was literally dripping 
out!" 

"Mmmmmm, such a totally sexual idea!" Derin murmured. "And the idea of one 
man after another fucking you in that condition, putting his cock in while 
you were still so wet and drippy with another man's load, that's a real 
winner!" 

Derin was rapidly becoming very highly aroused. As Lisa continued describing 
her imaginary adventures as a streetwalker, Derin slowly turned onto her 
side and presented her rump to Tom. He knew her well enough to be familiar 
with her lustful turn of mind and thus he knew exactly what that shift of 
position meant. He edged in behind her and insinuated his stiff prick 
between the cheeks of her ass. At first he merely rubbed the cock's pulsing 
head against the flaring, passionately warmed lips of her pussy but within a 
few moments he had begun trying to insert the big, stiff lance. 

Derin shifted about to facilitate the entry. She gasped with sensual delight 
when she felt the broad-rimmed head of his penis begin forcing the mouth of 
her cunt into a circle of larger diameter. Lisa watched the woman carefully, 
knowing exactly what Tom was doing-he made no effort whatever to hide the 
fact that he was fucking her-and saw that Derin was rapidly entering a 
semi-hallucinogenic state, or something very much like it. Her big blue eyes 
became even larger when she felt that massive column of lust-heated muscle 
begin penetrating her tender cunt; after a moment her eyeballs rolled up 
into her head, just as though she had become unconscious. 

"But the supreme treat, the most exciting part of all," Lisa went on, "came 
when I ran across this really neat, super-attractive guy who wanted me to 
make a threesome with him and his wife. Oh, you'd have taken him up on it in 
a flash, Derin; he was so fucking handsome, just a perfect hunk, and with a 
whang on him as big as any I'd ever seen! And his wife, such a delicious, 
talented, passionate little blonde! She really loved getting fucked by that 
big cock of his, but she also loved watching me take it, too! Most of all, 
though, she loved it when she could feel him fucking the heart out of her 
pussy and when I was licking at her twat at the same time!" 

Lisa had begun sliding down onto the floor while making that statement, 
which had not been part of her original fantasy. Seeing the dazed expression 
of rampant desire on Derin's face had prompted her to add to the tale and 
she ad-libbed on the spot, creating a variation which she felt sure would 
have its own sturdy appeal. She gently kissed Derin's lower belly, mouthing 
the area between her navel and the dark Vee of pubic hair, and found that 
Derin was readily opening her thighs. Lisa then moved her lips down so that 
she could devote herself to kissing the woman's pussy. 

Tom's thick-shafted penis bore into that organ from behind, which meant that 
there was plenty of room for Lisa to use her tongue against Derin's 
clitoris. She reached into place with her hands to part the inner lips still 
more and to peel back the delicate hood of skin covering the tense, highly 
charged nub of nerve-filled tissue. Her tongue played gently over the little 
projection and set off a long series of shuddering, uncontrollably powerful 
responses within Derin's loins. Within less than a minute Derin shrieked 
heartily and thrust back against her husband, forcing more of her cunt down 
upon his cock. Lisa used her tongue more diligently and stroked the clitoral 
bud with greater strength. Derin seized her thighs and dug her fingers into 
the firm flesh cruelly, though Lisa was much too deeply involved to notice. 

"Ohhhh, yes, it was like dynamite going off!" Derin breathed when the storm 
had subsided somewhat. "OOOOOH, IT'S SO HARD, SO QUICK AND POWERFUL!" 

"Don't stop!" Tom called out. He had continued to thrust away and was now 
fucking his prick into her cunt at a prodigiously fast clip. Withdrawing 
until only the head of the tool remained in place, he then slammed into her 
with a long, swooping stroke that sent nearly every inch of his prick 
spearing up into her cunt. "Keep on fucking, Derin; don't stop now! Ohhhh, I 
can feel it, I can feel it in my nuts!" 

Lisa now transferred her attentions to Tom's balls. She found it difficult 
at first to capture those big eggs, because of the strenuous nature of his 
thrusts, but she finally made the successful effort. Once he felt his balls 
in her mouth, he slowed the pace of his fucking, naturally, and contented 
himself with wriggling from side to side. Derin understood what was 
happening and she began contracting the muscles around her vagina, so that 
her cunt supplied most of the friction he had lost. Lisa used her tongue 
freely and stroked his balls with an eye toward provoking as violent an 
explosion as possible. 

Her reward came soon afterward. She was astounded at the vigor of his balls 
as they began releasing their store of sperm; she had never before realized 
that a man's ejaculation could be so hearty. His balls seemed to leap and 
dance inside her mouth as he cried out with agonized joy. Derin's sensual 
whoops of pleasure made his climax far more intense. He trembled heavily as 
the rich, invigorating charges of hot come gushed up through his cock and 
splashed inside Derin's hot cunt. She greeted his voluminous discharge with 
added writhing that added to his pleasure, as well as her own, and she did 
not stop gripping him in that uniquely sexual way until he had given her 
every drop of his load. 

"AHHHH, SO DELICIOUS!" she purred. "TAKE IT OUT, DARLING, AND FUCK IT INTO 
LISA'S MOUTH; SHE'LL LOVE THE TASTE WHILE IT'S FRESH AND HOT!" 

He did as he was told and Lisa released her grip on his balls in order to 
vacate her mouth. The dripping, love-slick head of his prick slipped between 
her lips and then into her throat. She took his slow, penetrating lunge 
fully and quivered with rising tension as the taste of fresh fucking filled 
her nervous system with greater desire. He pulled out of her mouth once and 
re-directed his prick into Derin's frothing pussy, only to remove it after a 
moment and give it to Lisa again, now immeasurably refreshed at having 
bathed in that sensual fountain. 

That encounter set the tone for the remainder of their pleasurable weekend. 
From time to time, when they felt almost drained of energy, one of them 
would begin spinning a tale of sexual imagine, describing some wildly 
improbable siutation that reeked of lustful excitement. These tales, some of 
them genuine and some newly constructed to fill a momentary need, served to 
excite them beyond all endurance, almost, and to give added spice to their 
frantic coupling. 

Derin produced her dildo and they used it quite freely, passing it from hand 
to hand as inspiration dictated. At one point, Lisa felt as though she had 
entirely transcended gentler and had become sexless, although in that 
particular case it would be more accurate to say that she felt as though she 
had somehow combined both the male and female sexual principles in her own 
body. She was using the dildo, holding its padded base against her pubis, 
and fucking its greased shaft up into Tom's tight ass; at the same time he 
was directing his own cock into Derin's ass-hole. The rising tide of sexual 
frenzy took control of her mind, so that it began to seem as though she were 
somehow fucking both Tom and Derin at the same time. The delusion proved to 
be one of unsurpassed erotic power and she reached an orgasm that left her 
huddled inertly on the bed, sobbing with tearful joy as she finger-fucked 
herself into a state of ecstasy. 

When Lisa left the Hadleighs' townhouse late Sunday evening, she felt as 
though she would never be capable of experiencing even another second of 
sexual desire. Every trace of lust had been burned away during the two days 
of all-out activity, or so she thought, and she went directly to bed as soon 
as she was inside her own apartment. She awoke the next morning, however, 
with that familiar itch between htr thighs and she knew that her satiety had 
been a short-lived thing indeed. 

"Yes, Derin and I were saying the same thing to each other last night after 
you'd left," Tom remarked when she commented on her drastic change of 
spirit. "But we were pretty sure that it wouldn't last long. We've often 
felt that way before but so far we've always managed to come back, fresh and 
stronger than ever!" 

"Do you two carry on like that every weekend?" Lisa asked. "I mean, I know 
it isn't any of my business, but I'm just curious. Do you really have that 
much strength?" 

"Of course we don't," he assured her. "Once every three or four weeks, 
that's about all we can stand. Of course, we'll have a nice little go at 
each other every day, or every other day, and Derin will masturbate two or 
three times during the day, usually, but that isn't the same kind of 
activity, not at all!" 

"Even at that, I think it's really remarkable," Lisa smiled, looking up at 
him with an admiring gaze. "The way you two get off on each other, it really 
says something about marriage, I think." 

"Well, it's mostly a matter of marrying someone with the right amount of 
imagination and ingenuity," he said. "Someone like Derin, she'll do anything 
to make sure that she's got a fresh, lively approach, for example. 

I believe that you'd be cut to the same pattern, too." 

"I don't know but what maybe marriage isn't for me," Lisa said. "I mean, the 
idea of indulging in variety, that's such an attractive notion, or it is for 
me. But then I don't have any plans of changing my status, not quite yet, 
anyway!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Lisa had to wait almost two whole weeks before finding out how the Jeff 
Corton case had been handled. Tom gave her the news one afternoon, when the 
office routine had slacked off somewhat. He said that he had taken the 
matter to a senior partner in the brokerage firm and that between them they 
had gotten to the bottom of the matter. 

"like we figured, it was the beginning of a takeover attempt," Tom said. 
"Corton had gotten heavily into debt to this operator from Chicago, a real 
shark. He was working off his debt by getting inside information from some 
of the companies he was dealing with, or he was trying to. Thanks to you, he 
didn't get very far with Keller!" 

He added that the company's top executives had decided to reward Lisa in the 
form of a five thousand dollar bonus. The reward was made even sweeter 
because of the fact that she would be able to take the bonus in Keller 
stock, buying it at a reduced rate; Tom advised her to take that option 
because within a year, he said, the firm was going to offer a two-for-one 
split on its stock. 

"I honestly don't see any way in the world you could do less than double 
your money in about one year's time," he said. "We're going to start up a 
new operation in Wichita and add a couple of new wrinkles at the Rochester 
plant that ought to put us on the gravy train, first class seats all the 
way." 

"I'll do it," Lisa instantly decided. "And thanks a million!" Mmmmm, if the 
pace were a little slower around here this afternoon, I think I'd like to 
give you a nice, tender blow job!" 

"There's an offer I wish I could accept," he said. "Unfortunately, I've got 
to get upstairs in ten minutes for a conference with the president; I don't 
think it would be wise if I went in all silly and starry eyed from having my 
brains sucked out!" 

Later in the week Tom mentioned a plan he had been formulating, a scheme to 
set up a diversion for Derin, who was to celebrate her thirtieth birthday 
the next week. He said that he had been toying with the idea of arranging 
some kind of group sexual blast for her, at which she would be the guest of 
honor; Lisa instantly saw that he was thinking of a way for the woman to 
have one of her fantasies worked out in the flesh. The idea struck at her 
with brutally compelling force and excited her imagination in the deepest 
possible way. 

"Except that I'm not sure how I could go about recruiting the studs," he 
said. "I mean, you can't go around advertising that you want six or seven 
ripe young animals, all with super-large cocks, to fuck your wife for you!" 

"Why tell them that she's your wife?" Lisa asked frankly. The mere mention 
of the idea had set her mind to racing full speed and she could conjure up 
numerous ploys they might use to gain their objective. "No, better yet, why 
not advertise for leading men in a sex film? You could put up some notices 
in the head shops and coffee houses around the university; I'll bet anything 
that there are lots of suitable types over there!" 

"Great idea!" he said. "Sounds like a winner!" 

"And you could use your video cassette machine for the filming," she added. 
"You've got a camera to go with it, haven't you? Sure!" 

"You know, I'm beginning to like the idea even more," he said, grinning with 
boyish delight. "And you know something else? You could run the interviews!" 

"Mmmmmm, I like that," Lisa said. She could visualize herself in an office, 
sitting behind a big desk as dozens of handsome young men came into be 
interviewed. She would see to it that the interviews were thorough, 
including a nude examination and an inspection of each candidate's prick. 
"Yes, I could make them get an erection, so that we could be sure that they 
were really, er, suitable for the part! God, it's making me go all wet 
already!" 

Tom vowed that he would set the machinery into operation at once. He asked 
Lisa to find them a motel room, or suite, cautioning her to seek out a 
centrally located inn that would allow them complete privacy for conducting 
the interviews. He printed a short notice on a number of three-by-five cards 
and left the office early to distribute them in suitable places around the 
university. Each candidate was to call a telephone number, which he supplied 
on the card; it was the number of an answering service he sometimes used. 
The candidates were to leave their names and numbers with the operator, so 
that Lisa could get back to them in due course. 

Lisa arranged for them to have a suite in a busy motel near the university, 
reserving the space for the following Thursday, six days off. Responses to 
the notices began coming in almost immediately; she collected the names and 
numbers from the answering service and began a preliminary screening of the 
applicants by phone. By Thursday, when she and Tom took a day off from the 
office, she had arranged for about thirty men to be at the motel at various 
times between ten and four. 

She wore a basic black dress, severe and plain, for the interviewing. Tom 
sat in on the interviews; he had a Polaroid camera which he used to make a 
head-and-shoulders snapshot of each applicant. Lisa took down the important 
information about each man, typing the data onto separate sheets of paper 
and filing them in a big folder. The notices had clearly specified that the 
men were to be considered for a role in "a sexually oriented film" and she 
quickly learned that the applicants had understood the exact meaning of that 
phrase. 

Lisa had winnowed out about half the men who had responded to the notices, 
making her initial selection by a telephone interview. First, she had 
rejected every applicant who was under the age of eighteen or over 
twenty-five. She had also rejected out of hand every man who sounded uncouth 
or uneducated, figuring that a minimal degree of sophistication might help 
ensure getting men who were more-likely to give Derin the kind of ride she 
wanted and deserved. 

For the most part, she saw as she conducted the interviews, her choices had 
been fairly good, at least on the surface. The first man she interviewed, 
Steve-they were all conducted on a first-name only basis-was nineteen, 
blonde and attractive enough, at least for women who favored the bland, 
unassertive sort of man. She took down all the pertinent data and then asked 
him to undress. 

"Undress?" he asked, looking over at Tom with a startled expression. "All 
the way, you mean?" 

"Of course," she declared, adopting her severest, most professional tone of 
voice. "This is to be a sex film, naturally, and we must select actors with 
a suitable appearance, you know. Go ahead, my associate won't hurt you, I 
can assure you of that." 

Steve got out of his shirt and blue jeans. Lisa saw that his cock had some 
measure of promise, even though it was not fully erect. The tool was not 
circumcized, a mark in his favor, and looked capable of growing into 
something respectable enough. Except for a small patch of honey-brown fur at 
the base of his belly, his body was virtually devoid of hair. She waited for 
a moment but his prick did not rise. 

"Go ahead, work it up for me," she said, indicating his cock with a nod. 
"Let me see it full length. Or would you rather have me bring it up for 
you?" 

She saw that he would very much prefer that she would bring his prick to a 
state of full erection. Lisa had no objection to performing this act; he 
looked clean enough, was moderately attractive to her and she felt inclined 
to help. Moreover, she knew that sucking him while Tom was in the room and 
watching would make the act far more arousing to her, especially if she were 
to carry it off in a business-like, detached kind of way. Motioning him 
toward her, she dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth for a 
moment. 

"No, skin it back for me," she said, tilting her head back and releasing her 
grip. "I'd rather do it with the head bare, if you don't mind." 

Steve complied, pulling back the foreskin, and Lisa again took his prick. He 
came up quickly and developed very satisfactorily. When she judged that he 
was fully grown she pulled her head back and examined the finished product. 
His prick appeared to be about eight inches in length and was of a 
satisfactory thickness, not being exceptional in any way. 

"That looks very nice," she said, trying to sound ultra-professional about 
the matter. "Yes, I'm sure that our actresses would find that quite 
pleasing!" 

"Wow, I really like the way you suck," he said. "Are you sure you don't want 
to finish it?" 

"Oh? My, we are getting forward!" Lisa said, favoring him with a brief 
smile. "Are you very close? Or would I have to suck on you for hours?" 

"Damn, I was almost there!" he said, his face very red. "It wouldn't take 
but just another minute, I'm sure of it!" 

"Very well, I suppose I might as well finish the job," she smiled. "After 
all, it wouldn't do, having you in the film, if you were able to come, would 
it?" 

With that she took his prick again. The interval had made his balls even 
hotter, she found, and he began thrusting into her mouth with a blatant, 
hungry desire that indicated the true extent of his state of mind. Lisa took 
all the big pecker allowing him to fuck the head down her throat, but then 
she pulled back so that she had only the head inside her lips and he began 
spurting. His ejaculation was a hearty one, as well as being quite full, and 
she felt tremors of pleasure beating through her pussy as the warm, sticky 
cream shot up against the roof of her mouth and then flowed over her tongue, 
she took the entire load, swallowing it all with a greedy zeal, and gave the 
big, pulsating head one final swirl with her tongue before releasing him. 

"Yes, a very nice orgasm," she nodded, almost literally licking her lips. 
"Well, that will end the interview, Steve. We'll be getting in touch with 
you, one way or the other. Thanks again." 

She and Tom watched in silence as he dressed and left the suite. They had 
ten minutes to wait before the next appointment and she was strongly tempted 
to try a quick fuck with Tom. He had become very aroused while watching her 
suck the youth, she saw, and she would gladly have allowed him to put that 
huge, magnificently sexual prick into her cunt. She decided against 
surrendering to the desire, fearing that the fuck might disrupt their order 
of business; she also considered that letting him wait might make the 
eventual coupling even more dynamically effective. 

"I couldn't believe the way you went down on him!" 

Tom said after Steve had left. "So clinical, so detached! But you really 
brought him off, I'll say that for you! I thought he was going to pass out 
when he started creaming!" 

"Mmmmmm, delicious come!" she said. "A very big load and strong, too! I 
think we'd better grade him at about a seven, hm? Yes, a definite 
candidate." 

The next two applicants were clearly unsuitable. One of them had lied 
blatantly about his build during the interview over the phone; Lisa 
estimated his true weight at something over two hundred pounds and his 
height at about five-eight. She knew that Derin would not want a short, fat 
man in her fantasy and she dismissed him in short order. The second man 
might have been more suitable, except that his cock was very small; it could 
not have been more than four inches in length and was very slender as well. 
Again, she decided that he was definitely not fodder for Derin's fantasy. 

The next three men, however, were much more suitable. They were all three 
tall and well built; one of them, Mark, had a perfectly stupendous cock, a 
full ten inches that looked obscenely large. Lisa regretted that he did not 
need any help in getting an erection but she contented herself with 
imagining her going down on that lovely length of stiff, flame-hot prick. 

"Dammit if he isn't big enough for her we'll have to send out for a 
stallion!" Tom said when Mark had left the suite. "He ought to be able to 
fuck her crazy!" 

"Mmmmmm, and the balls on him!" Lisa murmured. "Did you see them? He looked 
as if he could dole it out in pints, at least! Ohh, how I'd love to ball 
him!" 

"You might get your chance," Tom said. "You just might get your chance at 
him!" 

Neither Rocky nor Nelson, the other two men who satisfied Lisa's mental 
requirements, had a prick the size of Mark's immense rod but they looked 
quite capable of satisfying a woman nevertheless. Rocky, in particular, had 
an interesting prick: it had a violent bend in its shaft, rising up sharply; 
that and the tool's unusually large head made Lisa almost nauseous when she 
imagined the oddly shaped implement plowing into her own cunt. She sucked 
Rocky to a climax and Nelson's prick, rising of its own accord as he 
undressed, looked so hot and ready that she could not resist taking him as 
well. Both men gave her a satisfyingly full measure of come. 

Lisa asked each man if he regularly gave head to his female partners. Some 
of them indignantly denied ever doing so, meaning that they were 
automatically crossed off her list. One man said that he was willing to 
engage in the act but he looked so tentative in making the claim that she 
decided to put him to the test at once. Thankful that she had decided 
against wearing underwear that morning, she leaned against the front of the 
table she was using and lifted her skirt, exposing her naked vulva to him. 

"Okay, let's see how good you are at it," she said, smiling seductively. "Go 
on, have a feast! I'm not distasteful, am I?" 

The man blanched and fled from the room half-clothed, followed by her 
raucous laughter. Tom agreed with her, that he had been faking it all along, 
and seconded her denunciation of him. Lisa also asked each candidate if he 
objected to fucking a woman after another man had ejaculated in her cunt. 
Each man who seemed hesitant about that kind of act also received an 
automatic rejection, as did the men who showed themselves less than eager 
about performing anal sex on a woman. 

They were left with a total of seven horny men, all of whom had answered her 
questions satisfactorily and who were at least moderately attractive and 
possessed satisfyingly large sexual organs. Tom congratulated her on her 
choices, vowing that their group would drive Derin wild with sexual desire, 
and helped her gather her papers together. They celebrated the end of the 
day with a quickie, Lisa bending over the table to take him in a rear entry 
position, and she finally had the benefit of the long hours of waiting. He 
came almost at once, saturating her cunt and womb with a tremendous 
outpouring of semen that left them both sated for the moment. 

"Okay, Saturday'll be the day," Tom said as they left the motel. "I've 
gotten a perfect place-a friend of mine from college days has a loft over by 
the river, a real artist's den. Mattresses and everything. We'll arrange for 
the guys to be there at ten in the morning, huh? You and I and Derin can get 
there earlier and set up the camera and all that stuff." 

Tom had not told Derin anything about the treat he was organizing for her, 
apart from the fact that he and Lisa were working on it and that she was to 
receive it that Saturday. They met outside the artist-friend's loft at nine 
that morning and they began lugging the apparatus inside. Tom arranged a big 
mattress in the center of the room, which had a skylight and a very large 
east window, making it very well lighted, and suggested that Derin strip and 
lie back. He handed her her favorite dildo, the extra-large model, and told 
her to begin masturbating while he recorded the opening sequence on the 
cassette. 

Lisa had worked out a rough script for the film's action. Lisa was to be 
masturbating and suddenly, overpowered by her fantasy, found herself 
surrounded by seven naked, lustfully eager young men, all of them at least 
well hung and some of them superbly so. They did not spell out this detail 
for her, figuring to save the men as a surprise. Lisa went down stairs to 
wait the candidate-actors' arrival, leaving Tom upstairs to film the opening 
masturbatory sequence. Derin was obviously puzzled by all the coming and 
going but she was also clearly resolved to see it through. 

Lisa collected the actors, who were reasonably punctual, and herded them 
upstairs, cautioning them to be quiet. She ushered them into the big loft 
and directed them to undress. As they stripped, she explained the basic plot 
to them; in actuality, it was nothing more than an all-out orgy, with the 
men clustering about Derin and giving her whatever kind of sexual treat she 
might want. 

"Don't worry about holding back or offending anybody," Lisa told them. "This 
girl is a real veteran; she's done it all with men of every kind and believe 
me, you can't suggest anything to her that she won't like. I would suggest 
that you begin, Nelson; you could fuck her from behind, doggie style, and 
shoot your load into her cunt. Then you move around to her front and let her 
have a taste of your mean; she'll like that, tasting your cock after you've 
fucked her! And then the rest of you can pile on, one after the other. By 
the time you've all fucked her once, she'll be in a mood for some really 
exciting games!" 

Derin's eyes flamed up with passionate desire when 

Lisa brought the troop of naked young men forward. She had been masturbating 
idly, working the big dildo back and forth inside her pussy with slow, 
deliciously arousing motions, but she put the artificial phallus aside when 
she saw the treat in store for her. The men were all hard, having gained 
quick erections while watching her across the room, and she knew at once 
that this was the "treat" Tom had prepared for her. 

"My God, this is almost too much!" she whispered, her face registering the 
powerful emotions that were already working through her loins. "All of them? 
I can't believe it!" 

She turned to present Nelson with an entrancing view of her buttocks, 
lifting her rump high to make the offering still more affecting. He quickly 
knelt down behind her and began rubbing the head of his prick against the 
lips of her pussy. Within a few seconds' time he was inside her, fucking 
away with hearty strokes, and then he cried out, feeling the savage bit of 
her cunt's muscles. She took his load with quick, abrupt jerks of her hips, 
almost as if she were using her vagina to squeeze every drop of come from 
his balls, and did not object when he quickly withdrew. 

The rest of them men followed in order, settling into place behind her 
according to the order Lisa indicated. She kept back Mark and Jim, the two 
men with the largest cocks, until the end, figuring that it would be best if 
Derin gradually worked her way from the smaller men to the largest. Each man 
fucked with raw, vibrant sex energy, just as though it were his first time, 
and by the time Jim, the last in line, had deposited his load of sperm in 
her cunt Derin had several long, heartily arousing climaxes. She sucked each 
man after he had ejaculated and by the time she reached Jim, his prick was 
heavily laden with sperm, the residue of his six predecessors, Derin rolled 
onto her back, clasping her fingers over her sensually anointed vulva, and 
worked her fingers into her cunt as the thick, pearly cream seeped from her 
cunt. The act gave her added pleasure, as Lisa knew, and helped prepare her 
for further explorations. 

They spent a good two hours in the loft that morning. During that period of 
time, Derin had each man at least twice and some of them more than that. She 
cried out with undisguised pleasure when she found that she could have any 
of them in any way she might choose. Her first experiment in three-way sex 
involved Mark, when she invited to fuck her up the ass-hole with his 
enormous prick, Steve (she wanted his relatively smaller cock in her cunt) 
and Jim, who was selected to penetrate her mouth. She lay over Steve and got 
his prick started into place between the lips of her pussy, then motioned 
for Mark to mount her and aim his sturdy, thick-beamed prick into her 
ass-hole. Once they were satisfactorily placed and well on their way toward 
filling her with hot meat, she motioned for Jim to kneel in front of her, 
just over Steve's face, and give her his prick. She took the three of them 
in that style, working her body with animated zeal until she had persuaded 
each man to give her an additional serving of sperm. 

Later, as Derin's incredible strength began to wane, Lisa availed herself of 
two of the men. She slipped out of her jeans and lay back as Rocky slipped 
into place between her thighs, seating his prick with a quick, practiced 
gesture and immediately thrusting into her voracious flesh. After she had 
writhed and twisted about for a few moments, reaching a thundering climax, 
she sucked Terry, another of the more attractive studs, to a foaming, 
shuddering climax and took his discharge with great gusto. 

Derin also had the pleasure of realizing another particular version of her 
fantasy which affected her most profoundly, that of servicing several men at 
once. Lying back with Mark between her thighs, his pulsing cock almost fully 
encased in her pussy, she signalled for the other six men to kneel down 
around her. They began masturbating, occasionally with her help, and at the 
end ejaculated their sperm onto her body. Their seminal discharges were not 
as full as she would have liked but since they had already come at least 
twice, in most cases, she judged it an adequate performance. She masturbated 
herself as well, fingering her clitoris as she worked against Mark's prick, 
and finally declared that she had had her fill of men for the day. Tom gave 
each man the agreed upon fee as they dressed; Derin lay sprawled upon the 
mattress, almost unconscious. 

"Ohhh, what a birthday!" Derin whispered when they were at last alone. 
"Darling Tom, you and Lisa went to so much trouble for little me! I'll never 
for get it, not ever!" 

"No, you won't be-likely to forget that," Lisa agreed, slipping down beside 
her and reaching over to caress her furiously lathered pussy. "And if you 
begin to forget about it, you've got the whole thing on film, don't ever 
forget that!" 


THE END
