Cherie shrieked, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm suddenly crashed over her like a tidal wave on a peaceful, island shore, rippling through her from vagina and clitoris, through her quaking belly, to her great breasts, up the back of her neck and into her head. Her blonde locks tossed from side to side as it took her to the heavens and back where she landed in a trembling heap of contented, female flesh.
Diablo felt her tender, silken cunt clamp down on his jerking cock and he could postpone his climax no longer. He gave three excited yelps, answered by dog-like yaps from Cherie – now reduced to that level by her own uncontrolled lust, a bitch covered by a rutting male – and began the most satisfying series of come-thrusts of his life into the most lovable vagina he had ever fucked.
"Oh-oh!" Cherie cried, even as she began to shudder with her second orgasm. "He's coming in me! Vanessa, he's coming inside me!"
Up through the thick, jerking red cock Diablo's sperm rushed, swelling the rod to huge proportions, shooting out the end, thick, hot, white and ropey into the devastated young girl's pussy in surging waves. Cherie gasped as she felt the first soft bullets strike the back wall of her vagina and she froze in the middle of her second orgasm as she was filled to the brim with the hot, white stuff.
"That's it, darling," Vanessa crooned. "Take it all. Oh, yes, and I can see there's gallons of it."
Clawing up handfuls of the bedspread, Cherie watched in the mirror and five pairs of eyes saw the thick, sticky semen explode from the tightly clasping lips of her vagina to smear her hairy labia and run in vile rivulets down the back of her thighs to pool in the hollows behind her knees. And still it went on, erupting into her in great gouts like lava from the mouth of a volcano, coating her inner surfaces and filling her tubes with his millions of wriggly sperm, Diablo's puppy cream. The scaldling heat of it sent Cherie into yet another, third orgasm and she groaned a throaty groan as she lost consciousness and fell forward in an insensate, shivering heap.
With a sloppy, wet pop, Diablo's cock was pulled free and he stood back, panting, to survey his work. The girl's hair-rimmed slit beckoned to him and he bent to lick it clean of the dog-cum that trickled from it in thick streams. Then, himself satisfied, he lay down behind her, his furry body aligned with hers and his paw draped over her side.
Vanessa and Herb, on different sides of the glass, breathed sighs of satisfaction. The girl had been initiated. Now of no further personal use to Herb, she had been brought to the level of a business asset, to be used for a wide variety of things. Her body was now like a word processor, a business machine to be used by his associates ands clients.
In the two days that followed, Cherie kept mainly to herself when her secretarial skills were not in demand in the conference room. She took long walks in the afternoon by herself when Herb allowed her the time off. But on her afternoon walk on Saturday, the day before the junket was due to end, Diablo followed her into the woods, treading along beside her faithfully.
Faithfully, that was until he began to sniff at the nubile aroma coming from between her legs and then he became quite insistent, so insistent that she found it necessary – in order to keep from being savaged – to kneel down in the bed of fallen leaves on the forest floor and allow him to mount her while she held the crotch-band of her panties to the side to facilitate the penetration of his cock into her cunt. At first she loathed it, but as he stroked faster and deeper, her pussy began to recall the feelings of the day before and she lost all control of herself, twisting, bucking, and moaning on all fours in the woods as the bestial fucking in Vanessa's room replayed itself.
That same night Cleophas paid her a discreet visit in her room and used his own giant cock to again bring her to the heights of ecstasy. She was all past resisting his intentions, for she knew it would be easier – and more pleasant – to humor him and wait for the freedom she would have on after Sunday when the weekend in the mountains was finished. With Cleophas that night she allowed herself the luxury of responding to his hands, mouth, and penis, wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing him hungrily, and urging him on with passionate words, allowing to slip – much to the surprise of them both – a few obscenities while his black cudgel shuttled back and forth wetly in her boiling pussy, and crying out joyously when his hot, white cream flooded her to overflowing.
Just one more day and she would no longer be at the mercy of all these dirty people who wanted to use her for their own pleasure and use their own positions of power, both business and physical, to subjugate her. Back in town, she would be her own woman, would do her job at the company so well, so efficiently, that she would be able to stand there on her own merits and not just as pleasure object for the executives. She would quietly melt into the background of the steno pool, never mention this shameful week in the mountains to the other girls, never discuss the things that went on, the things that happened, the things that she had allowed to be done to her. If she could stand to, she would go back to her life of sexual abstinence, a little wiser and more experienced, but would put all this behind her and try to forget it, hoping that some decent man could overlook what she had done and be a good husband to her and father children by her.
She had one regret however, one question mark in her mind, and that was Ron Wolter. Obviously he knew that she had slept with Herb several times, and also with Cleophas. Would he be able to forget that and would he somehow wish to continue and more normal relationship with her? If he would, she would be happy to grant him any sexual favors he desired. Indeed, that would be a joy to her as well.
But he had been avoiding her for the last two days, his face wearing a faintly hurt expression, his eyes never looking directly into hers. She knew he knew about the awful things – or at least some of them – that she had done, and it tore her up inside and filled her with shame, so that she couldn't find the courage to approach him and talk to him.
Sunday morning dawned, the last day of the time in the mountains, and it had been announced that it would not be a working day but rather an end of week party, a "wrap party", as they called them in Hollywood.
Cherie had a hearty breakfast in her room, brought by Tony, the young Italian servant, and then she dressed in her light chiffon dress that fell to just two inches above her shapely knees. Brushing her hair into a sweeping coiffure, she steeled herself to face the group of colleagues who were probably all talking about her escapades with Cleophas. It crossed her mind that, if Vanessa had been indiscreet, they would all know about her and Diablo as well, but she didn't worry too much about that for she trusted the older girl.
When she arrived in the conference room, she found the furniture completely changed. The great table was gone as were the chairs that had surrounded it, to be replaced by several large, comfortable-looking sofas and a large-screen television set. Bottles of champagne sat tantalizingly in buckets of ice and Tony was pouring the drinks and serving them as fast as he could.
A drink was thrust into Cherie's hand and she sipped at it while waiting for someone to speak to her. Presently Herb approached her.
"How are you this morning, darling?" he asked. "I hope you slept well."
"Until I woke up," she said vaguely, not remembering when Cleophas had arisen and walked quietly out of the room to go to his own.
"Are you ready to enjoy yourself, my darling?" Herb said, sliding his arm around her waist and sweeping her over to one of the couches to sit down beside him.
What was all this darling stuff? she asked herself. There was something about his mannerisms that caused her to distrust him. Docilely, she allowed herself to be seated close next to him and his arm encircled her shoulders. Everyone was laughing and talking, drinking and munching hors d'oeuvres. Cleophas was talking to an attentive Diane Layne again, the black man running his fingertips along the girls waist while she lightly rubbed her breast against his side. Ron Wolter was talking to Allison Cooper, and Sue Midori was talking to Sam Wilson, Vic Torres, and Morey Moore, the balding operative from public relations and advertising. There was another couple of men whom Cherie had never seen before, one old and white-haired who appeared to be near seventy, and another man who was grossly fat – over three hundred pounds, Cherie judged – with a totally bald, round head and a huge cigar sticking out of his face.
Cherie sipped her champagne quietly while Herb, his hand draped over her shoulder, gently fingered her breast. She didn't like his doing that in front of everyone, but it seemed that no one was really paying attention to them. All eyes glanced toward the TV screen when the movie started. It showed an actor whom Cherie had never seen before knocking on the door of a nice home and being answered by a stunning, big-breasted blonde in a short skirt, also an actress unknown to Cherie. From the way the two of them delivered their lines, Cherie could see why they were not well-known actors and that the film itself was a low-budget production.
It was then that she saw that this was a pornographic film – something she had never seen before – when the couple casually disrobed and the girl went straight to the young man's semi-stiffened prick. As the actress' heavily-lipsticked lips surrounded her partner's cock, Cherie noticed movement around her as the occupants of the room caught the mood of the gathering. Diane moved over to Cleophas, the hurt look she had been wearing suddenly giving place to renewed affection. As Herb's meaty hand slid down from Cherie's shoulder to cover her ripe breast, she glanced over in Ron Wolter's direction and saw Sue Midori move over and slip her arm around the waist of the man she loved. Ron's eyes met Cherie's, full of regret and longing, as the Japanese girl pressed her breasts full against his side, and Cherie blushed shamefully when she felt Herb's hand slide under her skirt.
Herb's fingers insinuated themselves immediately into the crotch band of her panties and slipped into the the deep vulval cleft, already wet with growing arousal. Cherie found that her responses were out of her control. She let her head fall back and her eyes half-closed as she watched the activities develop in the room. She knew everyone in the room could see Herb's hand moving beneath her skirt, yet she could not help parting her legs further to give him better access, and two of his fingers slid squishily into her pussy up to the palm. Ron was kissing Sue while her hands were actively buried in his pants and Cleophas sat down while Diane kneeled before him and drew out his awesome cock; as her mouth plunged down over the ebony shaft, Cherie moaned in empathy.
"Oh, Herb," Cherie moaned, churning her hips. "Please, not here in front of everyone."
The boss' breath whispered hotly in her ear. "This is the party of the week, Cherie. Everyone has to participate. It's required."
Herb made her lift her hips while he removed her panties and pushed her skirt up. She felt terribly exposed, but she noticed that everyone else was nearly naked, even the fat man and the bald man. Even Allison Cooper was involved with red-haired Sam Wilson. Vic Torres, smiling warmly, sat down on Cherie's left and began unbuttoning her blouse. He and Herb worked carefully to get her clothes completely off, leaving her totally exposed in the room where all activities were rapidly turning into an orgy. Cleophas was grunting in a way that Cherie knew well, and Ron Wolter had Sue naked on another couch, fucking the Oriental girl slowly while he watched the public seduction by Herb and Vic of the girl he loved.
"Ready, Vic?" Cherie heard Herb ask.
Vic stood up and shed his clothes, stroking his great, brown penis and then lying down on the thick carpet. Ron Wolter could see the bottoms of Vic's feet as Herb manoeuvred the girl over to straddle the other man's hips. She sank down, reluctantly protesting, and Ron could see her full buttocks part as she descended, pushed down by the boss' authoritative hands. Between her plump, full parted cheeks her tender, pink anus was innocently exposed above the red-lipped gash of her wet pussy-lips that now parted as her legs did to make room for Vic's hips between them…
As Sue Midori moved to the thrusting of his cock, Ron watched spellbound as Vic Torres grasped his angry, brown penis by the base, pointing it up toward Cherie's defenseless, hair-rimmed slit. As a tear squeezed out between her tightly closed eyelids, Herb placed a hand in the small of her back and bore down heavily, pushing the tender vagina downward onto the impaling cock. The girl suppressed a sob as the broad head of the dark-skinned penis popped through the tight cuntal rim and sliced into her wet love-channel. Deep up inside her it drove, spreading her delicate, abused vaginal walls, and Herb, his hands grasping her waist firmly, guided her hips up and down, up and down, until she fell in with a rhythm of her own.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, plunging her pussy up and down on the rock-hard shaft. "I… I can't help myself." She began to move gracefully, uttering tiny grunts of pleasured effort. Ron watched her move, her great tits jiggling, the tight, pink nipples describing small circles, the wide-split, bouncing white globes of her ass jogging the pink donut of her anus tantalizingly up and down above Vic's swollen balls.
Ron moved as if in a trance, as he drew his cock from Sue Midori's cunt and walked over to kneel between Vic's knees. His fingers directed the dripping head of his cock at the snug, unused vermilion anal orifice and pushed ahead, his arms encircling Cherie and his cheek pressing against hers.
"Cherie, you sexy bitch," Ron gasped, feeling her rectum yield to his probing penis. "At least I'm the first one in here."
She turned, feeling her backside stretching, and kissed him. "Oh my darling. Give it to me." She found that the new form of penetration pleased her wonderfully well as her love's prick drubbed into her, right next to Vic's, separated only by her soft, thin inner walls.
It went on, driving her to the pinnacles of ecstasy, the loins of the two men slapping against both her bottom and belly, the liquid, slurping sounds of their two cocks blending with her sighs, and with those of Allison Cooper across the room, who was engaged with one of the men, and Sue Midori wildly fucking with Sam Wilson.
The young girl's eyes rose to the TV screen and she groaned with embarrassment as she saw the scene the screen had changed to. It was herself, kneeling and writhing in slavelike abandon while Diablo fucked her from behind with his irresistible cock. They had video-taped the entire thing, from behind that big mirror in Vanessa's room! She glanced over at Diane, who, naked, was kneeling over Cleophas' lap, a smirk on her face as she watched the video recording of Cherie's degradation. The older girl was so intent on watching Cherie brought to the level of the animals that she did not notice the approach of Vanessa leading Diablo to her own bare and uplifted bottom. She was jolted from her complacency when the dog mounted her and Vanessa quickly stuffed the tip of the canine penis into her open cunt.
Diane howled with anguish as Diablo's cock filled her and began the instinctive stroking that would culminate in the dog's spilling his sperm into her. She had sneered at the way Cherie had been brought so low through Herb's machinations and the ultimate degradation of being mounted by the dog and photographed for all to see, and now she was undergoing to same experience. Cleophas sat, frozen and amazed at the sight of Diane, who was now gripping his cock spasmodically as she closed her eyes tightly and reluctantly fell in with the dog's fucking, pumping her hips back against the drubbing cock that was filling her belly with a raging heat.
Vanessa, her job done exactly according to Herb's instructions, turned to the Englishman, Cecil Parker, and began pulling his clothes off. He was more than happy to go along with the beautiful woman's desires and within a minute was lying atop her, on the floor, boffing her for all he was worth.
Cherie had lost all interest in anything going on in the room as Vic's and Ron's pricks reamed her twin holes, stoking the fires in her loins which she was totally unable to control. Vic's cock, shuttling back and forth in her silken, wet vagina, hammered on the dimple of her cervix and, backing out, stroked across the oh-so-sensitive spot just inside the portal of her femininity, and separated from that, by the thin width of her perineum, Ron's penis scrubbed the most pleasureful places in her rectum. Their masculine grunts of joy blended wildly with her feminine ones and already their cocks, moving in concert were swelling prior to spewing out their liquid reward. Two exploding cocks throbbed against each other inside her, pumping out their scalding loads of cum while Cherie gasped her climax in tiny little sounds with each of the men's savage, synchronized thrusts. Their sperm filled her, every fold and corner of her spasming channels, reproductive and excretory.
Ron, exhausted, fell away from her, but before she could collapse herself, Cleophas' strong hands hooked under her arms and moved her to the couch. Her arms and legs folded around him as his monstrous penis filled her needing vagina and the familiar thrusting filled her being.
"Oh, Cleophas!" Cherie cried, kissing him wetly and pushing her pussy upward to take every inch of black dick into her. His great balls slapped rhythmically against her tingling, just-fucked asshole and her head turned to the side, her eyes locking with those of a temporarily sated Ron Wolter. They exchanged looks of love and longing even while Cleophas penetrated her loving cunt deeper than ever before. Her big, round tits pushed up against his chest and her hips undulated expertly, taking his full, ten-inch length into the wet, warm depths of her silken cunt. The huge black man grunted wildly with his jackhammer thrusts while the peachy-cheeked young white girl whimpered in masochistic ecstasy, her feet lifted high in the air, her thighs spread wide on either side of his sleek, heavily-humping buttocks.
Ron raised his head and looked away from the wildly-fucking interracial pair and glanced over at Diane Layne. Diablo was boffing her wildly from behind, his tongue hanging out while his eyes strayed to Cleophas and Cherie, no doubt remembering the golden-haired, pink-bodied female Cleophas was now enjoying. The dog's red penis flashed quickly in and out between Diane's fat labia as the girl squealed with abandon. Everywhere, there was fucking going on. Allison Cooper, before always prim and proper was lying on her back with a man between her legs while another man kneeled beside her head, his cock locked between her full, red lips. The place had turned into a wild orgy and Ron felt his own prick hardening for further action.
Cleophas growled and shuddered, unleashing his cum into Cherie's vanquished vagina. The creamy white seed overflowed her loving pussy, ran down her anal cleft and puddled on the couch beneath her ripe asscheeks. Cleophas groaned and rolled away, his massive, meaty shaft coming free of her cuntal grip with a wet pop. Ron wanted her now, face to face, wanted to feel her sperm-soaked cunt caress his cock as it had that of Cleophas. Sleepy-eyed, Cherie rolled over on her stomach and pushed herself up.
She was exhausted, yet she felt two hard hands grip her from behind and a horny cock filled her aching pussy. She moaned at the invasion and began moving with the rhythm of this new penis. It must be Ron, she thought. He would finally be with her, she thought, turning her head and straining her neck for a kiss. The rough lips that kissed hers were those of the septuagenarian old man with the white hair she had seen standing by.
"What's it like, Sam?" Herb asked the old man.
The old man panted as he charged his knurly cock again and again into her wet, red-rimmed vagina. "The tightest, the best ever," the old man said between gasps. "I owe you one for this, Herb."
"You'll get a copy of the party video," Herb commented.
Cherie caught a glimpse of Sam Wilson's dentures as he grimaced, trembled, and shot his great load of sperm into her cum-soaked cunt. She sighed and collapsed on her face, smiling wistfully at Ron, reaching out her hand toward the one she loved. Ron extended his hand toward her, making to rise and go to her, but their fingers barely touched before the fat man, Harvey Belcher, rolled her onto her back and buried her beneath his obese bulk. Ron saw him shifting his body, searching for the opening to her pleasure channel with his thick, stubby prick, and the expressions on the faces of them both when he finally found it. Cherie's face had held a look of revulsion when the fat man covered her body with his and he drove deep into her, but his deep-ramming cock finally made her forget those sentiments.