Fucking Sue, Ron Wolter watched the debasement of the darling girl, watched her face relax and her body soften in submission. The trembling of her arms stopped and her hips rose up behind her in acceptance, making inexperienced but instinctual movements like those of any wanton female mounted from behind.
"That's right, Cherie," Herb groaned his encouragement, guiding her hips into the proper rhythm and motion. "That's a good girl. How does that feel?" he asked, sliding in deeply so that his balls swung in a pendulous arc between her legs, beneath the split, furry lips of her pink-rimmed cunt.
Cherie closed her eyes and pushed back a bit harder with her ass. How does it feel? she asked herself. Her breasts thumped against the back of her upper arms as she pushed back harder again, feeling the sensations more the harder she moved her hips. It feels good, she thought. It feels very good!
"How's that, darling?" he asked again.
Cherie bit her lips, reluctant to speak, to reveal herself, to break the spell, but then the words came out in a throaty gasp. "Feels good. Feels wonderful."
Herb kept fucking, feeling the silky, wet walls of her vagina sliding in a tight, pleasure-giving caress over the burgeoning head of his cock. "That's good, darling. That's good. We can do this all the time after this. All week, every day. Would you like that?"
Cherie sobbed. It was wrong and her mind rebelled, but her body could not let go of these feelings and they overpowered her mind. "Oh, yes!" She widened the position of her knees yet more and tipped her hips upward, hollowing her back, giving him better access to her needing cunt. Her buttocks opened wider and her asshole flowered deliciously before his eyes. Herb gave those perfect, creamy globes a gentle slap and sent his cock deeply into her pink-rimmed slit.
The lust-crazed executive's angry, red cock surged in and out of her baby cunt, drawing out thin ridges of her inner cuntal membranes that clung lovingly to his rock-hard shaft on the out-stroke and folded back inside on the in-stroke. He gloated over the thought of having this proud, ladylike, angelic teenager now bent and submissive to his lusts, receiving his demanding penis deep into her tender, inexperienced vagina.
Over in the next room, Ron Wolter's excitement grew at the sight of the girl that he had wanted for himself now eagerly fucking her ass back on Melville's invading cock. The young man thrust harder and more urgently into the obliging Sue who was biting her knuckles to keep from crying out loud at the pleasure she was feeling. Wet, slurping sounds arose from their interlocked genitals, like those coming from Cherie's vagina locked so lewdly around Herb's relentlessly pistoning shaft, though Cherie's hot hole, tighter and wetter, was making louder, juicier sounds that rose to her ears and caused her to blush a deeper red. Ron could hear the liquid sucking noises and vowed that he must soon fuck the lovely girl, no matter what the risk. When the time was right he would make her his own.
Cherie was grunting now, audibly, with each thrust of Melville's glistening, massive cock, feeling it probe to the depths of her entrails. She was open, wet, and vulnerable to everything he did. His hands slid over her buttocks to her waist and under to her large, tautly jiggling breasts and gently pinched her hard, crimson nipples. The girl, overcome with passion, twisted her head around to the side and presented her ripe mouth for a kiss. Herb took the invitation and, his belly fitting into the small of her back, leaned well forward, kissing her deeply, without slacking the speed, depth, or strength of his fuck-strokes. His balls, swinging in the inverted V of her thighs, were slick and shiny with her lubricant and the webbing between the shaft and scrotum tickled her clitoris each time he pushed his cock home. Her cunt was beginning to spasm in her first orgasm and Herb stuck his finger into her upturned asshole, feeling, through the thin wall of her rectal passage, the knob of his cock sliding back and forth up her love-tunnel.
Herb heard her suddenly gasp, catching her breath in a deep groan, and felt her shaking through her first orgasm, her juices bathing his cock, balls and belly. Felt her contracting anus grabbing at his finger. Sobbing her joy and release, Cherie writhed and jerked uncontrollably, her entire body shuddering with her climax, her big, round tits pressing against the back of the sofa as she bounced her plump ass rearward, her tight cunt devouring his weighty, deep-thrusting prick. Whipping his finger free of her back passage, and holding tightly to her waist, he waited for her to quiet her cries and motions, then turned her around and manoeuvred her to the bed. Stumbling ahead compliantly, she allowed him to place her in an all-fours position on the bed without letting his beloved cock slip free of her still-spasming vagina. Then, kneeling behind her, Herb began fucking her with all his skill.
Cherie followed his rutting happily. This was heaven, she thought. Just crouching here and feeling joy shoot through her delicate body. How had she let this happen? Why could she not stop herself? Why did she not want to stop herself? She wanted this to go on and on until she died. Cupping her hand over her pubic mound, she felt Herb's mammoth cock sliding wetly between her trembling fingers. It was in her, full of life-giving power, aching to shoot its thick cream into her belly. She panted at the thought of it, filling her with the tiny, wriggly sperm. This was how girls got pregnant, had babies they couldn't care for! Yes, this was how, but at this moment she couldn't stop pushing her plump ass back at him. She wanted this pleasure, this deep loving of her vagina, the penis that explored the secret, dark recesses of her femaleness. She wanted it all now, this feeling of being a woman, to be filled with joy, with cock, with his flowing cum. And now Herb's thrusts were becoming more urgent and she sensed, even in her lack of experience, that he was going to come. If there was any doubt, he dispelled it with his own lips.
"Baby, Cherie, baby, I'm going to come, oh, I'm going to come in you, I'm going to fill you up," he growled. He felt it starting back behind the root of his cock, a fire that would only be put out when his seed hosed into her.
"Please, please," she breathed. "Be careful, you'll make me pregnant."
But Herb's cock thrust ever harder and faster. "That's right! I'm going to fill you up with it, baby."
Ron could see it all, now that they had changed position to the bed. He could see Cherie's delicate, pink vaginal membranes clinging to Melville's swelling cock, her secretions squelching out and running in rivulets down the backs of her thighs. Herb's flabby buttocks tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, as he drove into her cunt from behind, his testicles and penis swelling to incredible proportions as they came to the brink of explosion. Wolter wanted nothing more than to dive headlong into her room and pull Melville off her, out of her, before he fertilized her unprotected womb, but he knew that he lacked the courage. Besides, if the girl didn't have the strength to control herself in a situation she had gotten herself into through her own stupidity, it was none of his affair. Ron grit his teeth and fucked Sue faster, synchronizing his fuck-thrusts to those of Melville's penis in Cherie's foaming vagina.
Cherie felt a second orgasm squeezing her loins and thrust her hips back faster and faster, ecstatically sheathing her boss' fucking cock fully in her young, silky vagina. Melville growled savagely and his huge cock swelled noticeably even larger as his loins thwacked loudly against her bouncy bottom and his thrusts became a bit shorter and very deep. Ron saw Herb's penis begin to throb in a way that could only mean he was coming.
Herb felt it shooting up the length of his cock and bursting explosively from the opening at the end, a flood of hot, white cream, long and satisfying, and Cherie opened her mouth wide in wonder at the power of it as he filled her with his molten sperm, gout after thick ropey gout, running into every dark, untouched recess, as the older man fertilized the young girl, as the lewd seductor fucked his spunk into the innocent's tender, warm cunt. Cherie screamed once, shuddering and coming again as the thick, life-giving cream hosed into her, pumping her full, flooding her to the brim, filling her tubes, and squishing out around the jerking, buried cock to drip in a thick stream from her well-fucked vagina to the bedspread between her knees.
Ron let his come fly into the whimpering girl under him and kept his eyes on Cherie while she finished, shuddering, with the first, fulfilling fuck of her life. Together, the boss and the secretary, the middle-aged man and his young nubile lover, slowly crumpled onto the bed to lie panting in joyful satiation. Herb's cock very slowly softened but stayed planted in the the grip of her abused vagina and Ron saw the wash of white cream that leaked out around it. The penis jerked and throbbed spitting out the thick cum endlessly until there was no more to give and until the girl could take no more.
He had flooded the little bitch's cunt, Ron thought, and neither she nor the old man would be satisfied with just once. He watched her sprawl unconscious on her back in wide-legged, oblivious abandon, her lovely tits rising and falling with her cooling passion, the pounding of her heart creating tiny disturbances in the soft, doughy, white mounds, while Herb's male semen oozed from the red-rimmed, well-fucked slit of her vagina like a thick, white glob of yoghurt, thickening on the inner surfaces of her fat pussy lips. Ron thought she was the picture of satisfied young female flesh, torn from her useless state of virginity to provide pleasure for a long line of males' hard, thrusting cocks.
Ron rolled over, entwined in Sue's arms, and fell asleep watching the slumbering pair in the other room.
Cherie rolled over with a start, looked at the alarm clock, and remembered that it was Sunday, their only day-off on this intensive working week. She felt warm and relaxed, extremely relaxed, and she suddenly noticed she was not wearing her nightgown. It was a moment before it dawned that she had not gone to bed with it on the night before and then the awful truth struck her fully in the chest. She remembered vividly watching Diane and Cleophas making love by the pool, Herb Melville stealing in, how embarrassed and vulnerable she felt at being caught doing that to herself. How he had soothed her, reassured her, stroked her, and ultimately seduced her, entering her from behind and taking her to the heights of ecstasy. She shivered at the thought even as she berated herself for her weakness. She was no a longer virgin, no longer the good girl that her mother had taught her to be. She had become another one of the many who did those dirty things with men. And the thought of it caused her heart to beat faster. Now that she had done it once, she would almost certainly be expected to do it again, what with Herb around and lusting for her as he did. She recalled how he had lain beside her last night, stroking her most sensitive areas and whispering in her ear the sexiest things she could imagine, intimate details of how her face and body looked to him, how sweet her pussy felt, how he wanted her always. It had pleased her to have such power over such a powerful man, that her body could bring her that power and joy while it gave pleasure and joy at the same time. Running her hands up her inner thighs, she felt the thick crust of Melville's dried cum caked in her pubic hair and on the inner surfaces of her labia, and a wave of panic passed through her. Yes, she had done it and received his hot, sticky, fertilizing seed into her most private feminine passage, without having protected herself. She could very well fall pregnant with Herb's child, swelling, round and grotesque, for all to see until the baby appeared to declare her shame to the whole world. She would be too ashamed to ever show her face at church again, would never be able to look her mother in the eye.
The question in her mind was how to protect herself. It had never been a problem before now, while she had remained meticulously untouched by any man, to matter what the subtle feminine urges she was subject to could bring. But now she was faced with the danger of being destroyed by her own, new-found weakness. What would she do if Herb – no, rather when – approached her again with his desires, which she had already found herself too weak to resist. She supposed she should be looking for some birth control pills, but where did you get such things up here in the mountains? Could she leave for a few hours and run down to a doctor. What about condoms? Cleophas and Diane and Vic and Sue obviously didn't use them, so did anyone have them?
Did she dare refuse Herb the next time he wanted to make love to her? Would he understand her fears, or even care? Could she refuse him, did she have the strength? He had excited her to such a degree the night before that she had melted before the power of his probing fingers and thrusting penis. The chances were she would be weak again, next time he wanted to use her body. Granted, she would have rather had her first experience with Ron Wolter, but now that Herb had made her his, she felt herself filled with admiration and adoration for the older man. She decided she must be in love with him somehow. How else could she explain her surrender to his lust last night and her physical longing this morning to do it again? Rising, Cherie walked into the bathroom for a shower to remove the residues of Herb's loving, his sperm from the inner surfaces of her silky thighs, resolving to approach Diane and seek her advice.
Later, she found Diane in the gazebo among the trees behind the house. The older girl was drinking a mai tai and smoking a cigarette and she smiled pleasantly when she saw Cherie.
"How are you this morning, Cherie?" she said. "Enjoying your day off?"
"I'm just fine, Diane," Cherie replied. "I just got up. I guess the last two days' work has taken a lot of energy."
"It usually does on these things. Sometimes I wish I was just an average typist, but I've got this talent for shorthand, you know, and that's what they need us for up here."
"Shorthand was always easier for me than for a lot of other girls."
"You ever notice, though, that there aren't any older women here, or fat and frumpy ones?"
Cherie thought a moment. "Is it always this way?"
"Always," Diane affirmed. "You've got to be able to do the job, but doesn't it look like the job involves more than just secretarial skills?"
Cherie remembered last night with Herb and she nodded. "You've been here before."
"I was here on the last one a year ago. The week starts out intensive and the execs get a lot of things laid out for the year ahead, or at least they think they do, but then things get more, well, festive toward the end. I met Cleophas here last time."
Cherie repressed a grimace of distaste at the idea of making love to the black man. "You've been, uh, together a year?"
Diane shook her head and smiled. "No, I was with… someone else. Cleophas and I started going out a couple of months ago." Diane gazed blankly at the trees as she remembered how she had begun sleeping with Herb and every night and then, very unexpectedly, had been seduced by Cleophas up in one of the rooms in the empty wing. He had been forceful and would not be put off and Diane had surrendered to his masculine strength and enormous cock. They had met secretly for the rest of the week, in their certain room, and had become openly attached on returning to the city. Herb had been disappointed, she knew, for he had mentioned it to her in passing, but he had said no more about it and Diane's job had never been in question, so she assumed the big man's ego had not been so damaged.
"Diane," Cherie said diffidently, looking at her shoes. "Do you have any of those things, those rubber things?"
"Rubber things?"
Cherie had trouble getting the word out. "Condoms?"
"What would I need condoms for?" Diane asked, then laughed. "If I told Cleophas to wear one of those things, he'd leave me. No, I've got pills."
"Do you think you could lend me some?" Cherie asked in a quiet voice.
Diane stared at her. "You can get them from any doctor back in town."
Cherie looked at her miserably. "But I need them now. I need something now."
"Well, if you need them now, it's too late to start taking pills. Is something going on that I don't know about?"
Cherie stared at Diane with eyes appealing for understanding. "So who is it, Cherie?" Diane probed. "I thought you weren't the kind who did."
Cherie remained silent, her mask beginning to crack. She didn't want anyone to know, but she need help.
"So who have you been fucking?" Diane asked, and Cherie winced at the sound of the forbidden word. "Not Vic, he was with Allison last night, I know that. Ron? I know he likes you, but someone saw him with Sue late last night. So who?" She waited for a reply. Sam Wilson? No, he was drunk and almost asleep. Pete Brown? Cecil Parker, the Englishman?
"No!" Diane exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Not Herb. You didn't go to bed with Herb?" But she read in Cherie's face that she had hit right on it and she licked her lips as she remembered how the boss' expert cock had driven her crazy, again and again during the whole week last year, even though she had had Cleophas on her mind.
"How was it?" Diane prodded. "Did you like it?"