Ron shrugged. "I might, but only if we can keep it discreet. There's been a lot of exhibitionism going on around here the last couple of days and I'm not up for anything that anyone's going to talk about tomorrow."
"I understand," Sue said, licking her lips. Her brown almond eyes sparkled in the candlelight.
"So, can you give me a reason why we shouldn't go somewhere private in this big old house and have a drink?"
Sue stood up and took a bottle of wine from the table. "I'll give it some thought along on the way and let you know." Slipping her hand through his arm, she went along with him.
Ron climbed the stairs to that wing where he knew there was no one staying and found the door in the dark. It was the room from which he had watched Cherie last night and this afternoon and he wanted to be there to see what happened. When he got there he left the light out and traded swigs with Sue from the bottle while her fingers danced along his back. He kissed the beautiful Oriental girl and let his attention wander from Cherie's empty room. Sue was rapidly making him forget his worry over the innocent blonde. She wasn't in her room, with Melville or anyone. Perhaps she was in Melville's room… Well, if she was, there was nothing Ron could do about it.
Sue squirmed wildly as he thrust his hand down the back of her panties, between her moist buttocks and straight to her warm, wet cunt from behind. She pushed back at him and his fingers went deeply into her. Her hands were scrambling at his zipper and then she sighed happily as his cock came free into her hands.
"Nice cock," she murmured as she sank to her knees before him and began licking up and down the hard length of his penis. "I bet this tastes good."
Ron relaxed and gave himself up to this pleasure. He had never fucked Sue before but he had always wanted to. It was just that she was usually involved with Vic and by her own choice had remained exclusive. But tonight Vic had been talking to Allison Cooper, the company's vice president in charge of marketing. She was in her early thirties and was sexy as hell with a pronounced swing to her hips when she was in the presence of someone who attracted her. This evening, her swing had gone in Vic's direction and by all appearances he had caught it. So much the better for Ron.
Melville never thought to make the number of secretaries and men on the junkets come out equal. Fun and games were not the aim of these periods at the mountain mansion and Melville would never allow these important sessions to deteriorate into hedonistic romps. So the women were always fewer than the men, not only because three secretaries were enough but because the men had to be forced to keep their minds on their work.
Diane Layne had been Melville's last weekend sweetheart here and she had been kept specially apart, but now she had taken up with Cleophas in spite of Melville. What Ron wondered at was that Herb hadn't done anything to get even with the faithless bitch. Perhaps that would come later, but for now, Herb didn't seem bothered by the situation.
Sue's lips closed over the ample length of Ron's cock and he fell back on the bed in the dark, beginning to enjoy the feeling of the girl's mouth when he saw Cherie walk into her bedroom.
Vic Torres rolled into warmth of Allison Cooper's body and felt her warm, wet cunt envelope his aching cock. They moved together, panting and excited, for a long time in silence. Allison was the head of marketing and the only female executive in the hierarchy. She was about thirty and in very good shape, a lovely specimen of auburn-haired beauty. Her thighs grasped his hips as she goaded him on. The thought of Sue Midori momentarily crossed his mind. She was probably alone in her room tonight. Alone and lonely and wondering where he was. Well, let her wonder. Vic had no doubt that she would wait for him submissively and spend the night in longing and solitude. She adored him, he knew. But he had to have this time with Allison. He needed some variety.
A very pleasant sort of variety would be the ripe, sweet Cherie Daventry, but he happened to know that Herb Melville had designs on her, at least for the week, if not for longer. Poor kid, he thought. She was going to be trapped into being the old man's squeeze for as long as he wanted her, a child at the mercy of the middle-aged corporation head. Herb had confided in Vic, saying that he wanted a special young thing to have a baby for him and be exclusively his. He was interested in slowing down, now that he was fifty. Cherie was his unsuspecting candidate.
Vic imagined he was enjoying Cherie's pussy and strengthened his thrusts into Allison's eager cunt. It was going to be an interesting week.
Cherie carried her bowl of ice cream into the room and sat on the edge of the bed to eat it. She knew she shouldn't be indulging, but she felt things happening around her and she felt insecure. Diane and Cleophas had slipped away together almost immediately after dinner and she had seen Sue walk past the kitchen door with that lovely young man named Ron Wolter and she felt jealous and let-down at the thought that he might at this minute be making love to her as the other two had done the night before down by the pool.
So she ate her ice cream and seethed with disappointment that Ron had not asked her to have a drink with him. She was going to eat and get gloriously fat and die an old maid and spend her time thinking about other people making love. She was terribly disappointed in Ron Wolter for going off with Sue Midori after she had just this afternoon been doing it in the linen closet with Vic. And now would Ron and she be doing it somewhere in this big house, his penis, his beautiful penis, thrusting wetly into her? Yes, his beautiful penis. She pictured it in its glory, beautiful like the rest of him. Oh, Ron, why didn't you ask me?
The lonely young virgin wiped the two tears from her cheeks and stuffed a spoonful of ice cream between her ripe, pink lips. She found herself resenting her almost puritanical upbringing and the hours she had spent sitting in Sunday school learning to be pure and chaste. While she was being pure and chaste Ron, her Ron, was having sex with Sue Midori somewhere in the house. She wondered what it would look like, what she would feel if she could see them. Would it excite her as watching Diane and Cleophas last night had?
Pouting, Cherie set the bowl of ice cream down. She didn't want to be fat. No, not at all. Not fat, and never pregnant. At least not until she met the right man. She would wait and hope for that, for a husband and a marriage and a baby of their own. That was why she had never even considered taking birth control pills. She would save herself for the man she loved, a man like Ron. She had somehow thought Ron might be he. But how could she forgive him for Sue?
Cherie toughened herself and started to undress. What was she worried about? She was young and away from home and it seemed that all around her were having the time of their lives, but in a week it would all be back to normal, sitting in the office and typing reports and letters, and she wouldn't feel so lonely. Carefully hanging up her clothes in the closet, she skinned off her panties and bra and put on the diaphanous negligee she wore on hot nights. It was so sheer that you could see right through it, the pink circles of her aureolae and the tight hardness of her nipples, the crease of her buttocks and the soft tendrils of her pubic hair. It fell to a point just past mid-thigh, and she would have been a lovely sight, she thought, if only there were someone to see her.
What Cherie did not know was that several pairs of eyes were watching her. From the dark bedroom just beyond her window, Ron Wolter stroked his rock-hard cock back and forth in Sue's mouth while the girl herself cast strained glances at Cherie out of the corner of her eye. He watched Cherie pace a few times the length of her room and then flop down in an innocent yet revealing pose on the bed and open her book of Shakespeare. Just looking at the lovely, young, untouched girl aroused Ron to the point where he almost felt he could wait no longer to sink his cock into Sue's hot and waiting pussy. Ron began to churn his hips urgently against Sue's worshipping face.
Cleophas led Diane by the hand out into the pool area to the same place they had spent the night before making love. They both wore terrycloth robes and nothing else.
"Why do we have to do it out here again?" Diane fretted as she trotted along behind Cleophas.
"What's wrong with a nice, private bedroom? I'm beginning to get self-conscious."
"Orders," Cleophas said. "We've got to fuck out by the pool until further notice. That's all I know."
"Is this my punishment for getting together with you?" Diane asked. "Or is it something else?"
"Maybe your punishment, but Herb doesn't seem to care that much. I'll ask him tomorrow just what he's got in mind, but right now, let's just do it and enjoy it."
They stopped by the padded chaise longe by the pool and shed their robes. Herb had had the chaise put there for them, comfortable and very useful, on a large square of carpet. As soon as Diane saw Cleophas' superb, dark body, she caught her breath, just as she always did when she saw him. He was large and smooth-skinned, with muscles those of a body-builder, huge shoulders, chest, and arms, strong thighs and buttocks. But his cock was the most amazing thing about him, two and a half inches thick, and ten inches long, with an angry-looking purple head with wide, raw-looking flanges and a flaring hole in the end that had the ability to shoot a wad of cum more than a yard – that was, if it happened to shoot somewhere outside of a woman's pussy. That was another amazing thing about Cleophas: his ejaculatory power was amazing. He would always come like a horse, an incredible amount of thick, hot white cream that would fill a girl to the scuppers. Diane happened to know that he had already made three of the girls at the office pregnant. Whenever they made love, it always ran out of her pussy like a leaky faucet for a long time afterward, especially if she was standing up.
Diane's hand went directly to that giant penis and her mouth watered as she sank to her knees and parted her lips to take the broad head into her warm, soft mouth.
Cherie heard voices from the pool area and looked up from the book that she couldn't keep her mind on anyway. As she anticipated a repeat of the former night's wicked erotic performance, an involuntary blush of excitement mantled her cheeks as she rose slowly and went cautiously to the window, and across the way Ron watched her breasts bounce firmly with her walk at the same time as he was arranging Sue beneath him. As she parted her thighs for him, Sue purred up at him, very quietly, for she was watching Cherie herself and wondering what was happening down by the pool that the young virgin seemed to be so interested in.
Cherie kneeled on the couch situated by the window and peeked over the back and down at Diane and Cleophas below. She gasped and pressed her knuckles to her lips at the sight of the other girl with half Cleophas' giant, black penis buried in her face. It was so big. Huge! She found it hard to believe that Diane could have had that thing in her last night. How could her young vagina stretch that far, even with practice? Cleophas was gripping her head gently, pulling her mouth back and forth over his glistening shaft. The longer Cherie watched, the more excited she became. Oh, if only she weren't so inexperienced and afraid of life. She could be doing the same thing with Ron and enjoying herself this weekend. If only – but no, she wasn't that kind of girl. She would have to satisfy her curiosity by watching. She passed her hands down over her big, hard bosoms and found the nipples erect and tingling. Her whole body was covered with goose-bumps. One hand passed down over her belly and the fingertips brushed through her feminine fur, to the warm, damp slit her fingers were coming to know so well. With a sigh she cupped her hand over her pussy and her middle finger found that certain spot on her clitoris, just a fraction of an inch forward of the virginal opening of her vagina. Parting her supporting knees wide, she pushed her buttocks rearward and lifted her hips, beginning to pump them forward and back.
Her excitement grew as Cleophas laid Diane back on her bed, parted her legs and buried his lips against her hot, needing pussy. Cherie could see his pink tongue lapping at Diane's open cunt and the sight drove her to new heights of vicarious, girlish excitement. Her breathing began to quicken and the clitoris she was rubbing began to throb harder and harder. She thought that this would be one of those times when she actually climaxed from the administrations of her own fingers. She could feel her orgasm building and she knew it would not be long.
Herb Melville walked down the dim corridor toward Cherie's room. He had put her here, in this new wing, all alone, so that she would not be disturbed. In the hall outside her room, he stopped before a small painting hanging on the wall, and moved it to the side. There on the wall was a peep-hole that he had had installed there last year. One glance through it told him that the exhibition of the two down by the pool was giving pleasure to more than just them who were participating.
There, looking over the windowsill and kneeling on the couch with her back and round, loaf-like buttocks toward him, was the lovely girl Herb had picked out for himself the moment he had seen her just five days before after he had seen her in the main office and contrived to have her sent to him for the interview in his office. Through the virtually transparent material of her gown he could see the crease between her asscheeks and beneath that the tips of her fingers where they worked in her hungry slit. He could even see outlines of her pubic hair where her labia peeked back between her thighs.
With a deep breath to calm himself, Herb Melville turned the knob of her door and walked silently in, across the room and to the side of the couch where Cherie was kneeling.
"It looks like it was too hot for them to stay in their bedrooms tonight," Herb said softly.
Cherie caught her breath, jerking her hand from between her legs and pulling her gown closed over her breasts in an ineffectual gesture. Straightening up, she still stayed kneeling on the couch, hugging herself tightly and ashamedly trembling before his gaze.
"Oh, Mr. Melville," she squeaked. "I didn't hear you come in."
He smiled. "The doors are very well hung. Like Cleophas. And you can call me Herb."
Cherie nodded, trying to still her trembling. It crossed her mind that under other circumstances she might have screamed at him to get out of her room, but then she remembered that this was his house and that he was her boss, a very powerful man, and that she needed this job so very badly, for her mother's sake. He seemed so benevolent and disinterested standing there in his pyjamas and robe and slippers.
"I just happened to notice…" She felt that was a lame excuse for he must have seen her gaping down that Diane and Cleophas. Had he also seen what she would doing to herself? The thought brought a furious blush to her cheeks.
Herb smiled again. "Don't be embarrassed," he said understandingly. "All girls are curious until they find out for themselves. Up here, we work hard, and we play hard. Right now, Diane and Cle are playing. Everybody's entitled to unwind. Even you."
Cherie was still fighting to control her trembling. "I… I was reading and I heard a noise. I didn't know what it was. Oh, I'm so ashamed!" Cherie exclaimed and dropped her eyes, putting one hand to her face.
Melville moved over to her side and put a gentle arm around her shoulders. "Nothing to be ashamed about. This is what the real world is all about. To tell the truth," he whispered conspiritorially, "I enjoy watching myself, though watching never takes the place of really participating. Oh, now look at that." He pushed her very gently back into her spying position so that she could look down on the action that had been staged especially for her benefit, so that the curves of her lovely, round asscheeks broke through the wall of the chiffon she wore. His hand lingered on her back and massaged her very lightly between her shoulders.
Below them, Diane was lying back on the bed with her hips at the edge of the mattress and her legs spread wide. Cleophas was kneeling on the carpet between her knees with his massive, long cock in his hand, pushing the broad, purple tip of it into Diane's waiting cunthole.
"Oh, my!" Cherie breathed, then blurted. "Oh, my! I had no idea." Chills of vicarious arousal coursed up her back from her tail bone to the nape of her neck where Herb was gently kneading her tense muscles.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Herb commented, lightly rubbing his hand across her shoulders. "I'd say to you, Cherie, to just relax and enjoy what you're watching. Really, Cleophas has the biggest member that I've ever seen. Just relax and watch the action. You need to unwind too."
Cherie nodded, spellbound by what she was seeing as the huge, black penis disappeared into Diane's pussy, spreading the hairy labia to the sides as it sank inside her. She heard the other girl's moan of intense pleasure at the penetration and transferred herself into the wild, illicit act taking place.
"Just think of how she's feeling, Cherie, with that great big thing inside her, giving her the greatest joy that a woman can feel," Melville crooned. "I'll bet you'd like doing that."
Cherie wondered about that. Her eyes burned as she watched the glistening black cudgel thrusting in and out of Diane's hot hole. What it must feel like, something that big! In that tender channel between Diane's legs. How could any woman take such a huge object inside her? It was beyond her imagination.