"How was it?" Diane insisted.
Cherie dropped her hands to her lap. "I liked it," she confessed. "It was very nice."
"I'll bet. How many times?"
"Just once."
"And you're afraid of getting pregnant."
Cherie nodded.
"Well, there's always a danger of that, but then again, you might be all right. It only happened once."
"But," Cherie said hesitantly, "it might happen again."
Diane nodded. "Oh, it will, you can bet your little butt on that."
"But I'm frightened."
"Don't be frightened," Diane said flippantly. "Just fuck and forget it. This only happens once a year, and if Herb likes you, you can't go wrong, not in this company. Just keep him happy and you'll be riding in a Mercedes."
Cherie sat looking at Diane and wondered if the older girl could ever understand what was on her mind. There was a whole week to go up here at the mansion and anything could happen, especially if she didn't protect herself. She shook her head and fell silent, resolving to make the most of the week and handle the problems later. That was all she could do.
Ron Wolter was having a hard time seeing past his frustration concerning Cherie that was growing by the hour. Sure, he had had Sue Midori at his disposal for sex, but Ron's desire for the innocent-faced blonde was growing, not diminishing, with time.
It was Tuesday, three days and two nights after he had watched her surrender her virginity to Herb Melville, and he had returned regularly to the room that everyone but he and Sue thought was not being used and watched the goings-on in there. Sunday afternoon, Ron had gazed longingly at her as she returned from the gazebo and her talk with Diane and been met by a smiling Herb. Adoringly, she had smiled back, and Ron was rent with jealousy to see that look in her eyes for the middle-aged owner of the corporation. Taking her hand, Herb had led her inside and up to her room where – from his secret room – Ron had watched as the man had taken the trembling and shy but pliant girl in his arms and kissed her, then carefully undressed her, laid her on the bed to lick the tender, moist split of her cunt and bring her to whimpering arousal, then hoisted himself over her and fed his giant cock into that hot, wet hole between her raised and parted white thighs. At that point, Ron had seen her eyes, filled with a dark, smokey wonder, lock with those of the man on top of her as he then began to fuck smoothly and deeply up between her legs. Chewing his sleeve, Ron had seen again the erotic sight of the young girl in the throws of ecstasy as Herb's gelatinous buttocks moved up and down between her firm thighs, his thick, pink cock vanishing between her wide-split pussy-lips while his enormous balls thwacked down between her spread buttocks against her innocently exposed anus, her large breasts bulging out to the sides beneath the pressure of his hairy chest. She had lost all control, kissing the man and enfolding him in her arms and legs, grunting and coming while he filled her with his hot creamy seed again.
Ron had become obsessed with her, following her at a distance around the estate, unseen again when Herb had fucked her in the gazebo, seemingly uncaring that anyone could see them. But by then the affair between the boss and the secretary was known to everyone in the house. It was as if Herb wanted everyone to know that he had himself another girl, even younger and more beautiful than Diane, who had embarrassed him before, who loved the feel of the fucking he gave her and was his alone.
It was because his ego had suffered a terrible blow when Diane had taken up with his colleague. Ron happened to know that revenge was being planned against her for that faut pas, something that would horrify Diane if she heard about it. Herb had planned it for the last day, on Sunday, when they always had a celebration for members of that exclusive party. For special entertainment Herb had booked Vanessa Slade and her trained German Shepherd Diablo, and Diane was going to be doing a tandem act with the dog. Cleophas didn't know about it yet, but he would have to go along when the time came. Ron had no intention of telling anyone; it was none of his business and it was not his place to try to upset the boss' plans.
But that was in the future. The past was much more vivid in Ron's imagination. Herb had gone on using Cherie's increasingly willing and responsive body. Last night after dinner he had taken her into the library, just off the conference room, after the day's business had ended. Ron had passed by the half-open door by chance and seen Cleophas and Diane peeking through the aperture. Ron had joined them out of curiosity and they had gestured him to silence.
Again Ron had found himself burning with frustration and jealousy as he had seen what was going on. Their clothes were strewn over the floor and Herb was sitting on the couch, feasting on her pink-nippled tits while the girl kneeled, straddling his thighs, her plump, round asscheeks bouncing up and down, his great cock vanishing between them. Her head was thrown back, her breath rasping in her throat as her blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back like melted gold. With every downward plunge of her lovely bottom, the perfect white globes rippled, and each time they rose the fat cock emerged from within her and drew out pink ridges of inner cunt flesh, while her innocently-exposed, pinkish asshole winked from between her parted buttocks at the three who were watching. It was a scene of supreme lewdness as far as Cherie was concerned, taken from her usual passive role and put into an active position. Herb was doing his best to convert her into a whore and he appeared to be doing a damn good job of it.
So Ron was very preoccupied when he left the meeting at the noon break on Tuesday. He had watched her all that morning, unable to keep his thoughts on the work. Cherie's eyes were usually on Herb, not watching Ron as much as she had the first two days, except once when he had caught her gazing at him and she had averted her eyes when he saw her. It was as if she were still interested in him but did not dare pursue that interest, or that she now found herself too busy or too contented or too sexually enthralled to divide her time.
So for Ron it was completely unforeseen when, as he was pacing in frustrated nervousness up the hall a quarter of an hour after they had broken for lunch he saw Cherie turn into the utility room, for some reason or purpose. Ron stopped by the door, shaking and wondering what he should, or could do. And then he steeled himself and turned in.
Closing the door part-way, he saw her searching on the shelves for something.
"Need something?" he asked quietly.
Cherie turned, and her cheeks reddened and her breathing quickened. She stammered a moment, then said, "I'm looking for a new steno book. I've gone through mine already."
The girl herself was flustered at the sight of the man she thought was the handsomest she had ever met. Ron had still not stopped appearing to her as she slept, and last night he had made love to her in her dreams, but that was all private to her and secret. No one, especially not Herb, must ever know how she felt about the younger man. After all the intimate hours they had spent together in the last three days, Herb would be extremely offended to know that Cherie could not get her mind off Ron.
But seeing him now, here in this room where she had seen Vic and Sue doing it Saturday afternoon, alone, had set her heart into a racing tempo. Sex had taken place in this room, and now here she was face to face with the man of her dreams. Her breasts heaved and she felt herself trembling like a frightened doe.
Ron saw the heaving of those massive and shapely tits and was drawn irresistibly forward to her.
"I think they're up here," he said, reaching up and encircling her waist as he pulled a steno book off the top of the stack on one of the upper shelves. "Here you go."
Taking it from him, she said, "Thank you. I had to get ready for the two o'clock session." She smiled up at him, mindful that his arm was still around her waist and the feeling of it made her weak. She seemed to sag against him.
Ron gave the slightest pull and she fell against his chest. Both of his arms encircled her and he pulled her again, harder, and her head fell back, her mouth open to feed her needing lungs. Ron kissed that cherry-lipped mouth, his tongue going into it and finding her own probing and wet, her perfect teeth digging at his lips. Her breasts throbbed against him and one of his hands dropped down to her ass to press her loins hard against him. Cherie caught her breath at the more intimate touch and her arms went around his neck.
"Oh, Ron, oh, Ron," she chanted, kissing the side of his neck. "Oh, Ron, please stop, you've got to stop."
But Ron didn't stop. He blew in her ear and brought one hand up to cup one of her superb, large breasts. He felt the nipple grow and slipped his hand inside her gown's top to touch the bare skin of that lovely mound. Cherie was fairly panting with excitement that she tried to, but could not, suppress. He could feel her hips pushing against him in short, hard movements and his fingers reached down and found the hem of her dress, drawing it up in back until it bunched over his wrist and his hand plunged down the back of her panties.
All the while, Cherie was panting and groaning, "Oh, no, oh, no, Ron. Herb will kill me. He'll kill me." Yes, she was terrified that something would happen here that would spoil her relationship with Herb, her boss and her only lover. She certainly didn't want to be disloyal to the older man, did not want to ever be that kind of a girl. One man at a time was enough. She supposed she must be in love with Herb – how else could she explain the way he made her feel in bed? – but she was still so attracted to Ron and excited by him that she knew she couldn't trust herself.
Ron had her dress unbuttoned now and one of her crimson nipples lay hard, elongated and tingling against his lapping tongue and sucking lips. His other hand was sliding between her bottom cheeks, the middle finger stabbing and tickling at her moist, clenched asshole and then moving down to the slit of her vagina from behind. He found that hair-rimmed hole already wet with long pent-up sexual arousal as his middle finger slid into her to the second knuckle. He had had no idea that he had been in her thoughts for so long, that her every dream had been of him.
"Aaah," she groaned. "Oh, Ron, we can't do this. Herb will kill me."
Ron groaned, knowing he should stop this lest the young girl run afoul of her powerful, older lover, yet he could no more stop himself than change the tides. With some difficulty, he slid two fingers up into her slippery cunt and felt her squeeze him with those phenomenal muscles. Damn, she was tight! His cock ached to feel the grip of that girlish tightness and he knew he couldn't stop himself until he had experienced that ecstasy. He began frigging her gently with his two fingers thrusting up under her from behind. Her breath came in panting gasps in his ear.
The rampant young man kissed her cheeks, so very soft and smooth. He just couldn't get enough of her sweet, fragrant flesh. He pushed that rigid bulge of his hard cock against her belly, feeling her delicious pussy wetly grasping his fingers and he wiggled his fingertips inside her. Cherie groaned and widened her stance, giving him greater access to her female core, and Ron pushed a third finger in with the other two, noticing how she stretched to accommodate his invading digits while she groaned with a slight discomfort. Of course, any cunt that could stretch to take Herb Melville's mammoth cock could take three of his slender fingers.
Ron skinned her panties down her smooth legs and she shivered at the wicked delight of having her ass bared to the air. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, God, don't, please!"
"I can't help myself," Ron said, scooping one of her great breasts out and bringing his mouth down to it. Cherie arched her back and pressed her aching, swollen, pink nipple to his lips, her breath catching in her lungs and then escaping in a series of gasps something like hiccups. She was so excited, Ron could see, to be in his arms and he knew that all this time that she had been seeming not to care about him she was secretly wanting him to show her real love in a way the middle-aged Melville could not. As his fingers gently probed the slick, soft inner surfaces of her hot vagina, Ron could see that she was already near to coming just from the emotional excitement of being with him, being touched intimately by him. He felt her inner muscles spasming around his fingers, the juices squelching out to dampen her inner thighs. She was so wet!
Ron carefully manoeuvred her around and lifted her up and set her bare bottom on the edge of the counter, moving in between her thighs, lifting them up so he could have access to her secret orifices. His mouth fully on hers, he moved his thumb to her cuntal opening and his middle finger to the tight, pink pucker of her anus, pushing in until his two digits slid back and forth inside her, parallel to each other and almost touching through the delicate, thin walls of her dual passages.
Cherie cried out in uncontrollable excitement, lifting her thighs high and wide as he plundered her most private channels of pleasure. Her mind screamed that she was behaving sluttishly, and that she was inviting the wrath of her boss, but as Ron finger-fucked her, she jacked her knees slowly up and down, her feet slowly waving in the air behind him. The young man kissed her deeply, trying to muffle her cries with his mouth, still afraid that they might be discovered and bring Herb's anger down on her head and resentment down on his own, but he was enjoying this fulfillment of his dreams so much that he could not bring himself to back off and desist.
Cleophas Powell heard the sound as he was returning to the conference room for some papers he had left there. He was in a hurry to get back to Diane for some lunch-time sex, and he used the heel of his hand to shift his elephantine cock to a more comfortable position when it began to swell when thoughts of Diane's lovely body dominated his mind.
There it was again. The sound, like a young woman in pain. But his experience in this house was that no woman was in pain, ever, and he instantly recognized the tones of Cherie's soft, sweet voice raised in ecstasy. His first thought was that it was she and Herb Melville again, making use of a new and exciting place to have sex, and the admiration that he had felt for the girl's beauty on the other occasion when he had seen her naked in Herb's arms led him to turn aside at the linen closet and peek through the crack in the door.
It was always a pleasant surprise to take the first look in on a couple locked in the throes of passion, and this was no exception. Had it been Diane herself that he now discovered with another man, Cleophas would not have been disgusted, only surprised. Now he found the sight of the lovely Cherie, brought to the boiling point, a pleasant and startling novelty. She was writhing in uncontrolled ecstasy, her sweet face contorted and flushed with excitement; she was not acting the shy and compliant sex partner that she had with her older lover in the library the day before. Her blouse and skirt were bunched around her waist, her bra and panties lying on the floor. Her big, delicious breasts jiggled with the shivering motions of her shoulders as she jerked at the touch of fingers and tongue. Her eyes were half-open but unseeing and her golden hair flowed back over her bare shoulders. Her knees and thighs were lifted and widely parted, exposing the split of her crotch running all the way from the butter-coloured down of her pubis to the smooth, hairless meridian of her perineum and the defenseless dimple of her asshole beneath that.
It was the identity of the man who had three of his fingers sunk in her cunt-hole that surprised Cleophas. It was Ron Wolter! He was letting his lust get the better of him when everyone knew that Herb had spoken for the girl, body and soul. It was a revelation for Cleophas, and he swore with envy, for he had desired the beautiful Cherie but had stayed clear of her out of respect for Herb. To think that all this time, while he had burned to enjoy the young secretary's body, he had kept himself in check, thinking that she would not care to share herself with other men and was keeping herself for the boss exclusively. Now he knew that that was a misunderstanding on his part. Obviously, she was making the most of all the men in the house this week.
So why had she not given him an invitation? There was no reason or excuse for holding herself back from the best cock in California.
Now Cleophas watched mesmerized as Ron unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor and his throbbing hard prick sprang forth. Then, taking that angry-looking red cock in his hand, he directed it toward the girl's vermillion cunt-slit, drawing his three glistening fingers from that wet raw-looking opening.
Cherie began shaking her head weakly, looking down at the penis that now threatened to destroy her by destroying her relationship with Herb. A few days before she would have been terrified of the sight of a man's penis, repulsed by the ugly sight of it, but now in her sexually-awakened state she thought she had never seen anything so beautiful or that she wanted so much. Because it was Ron's she wanted to possess it, feel it inside her, but still she was terrified of what sex with him would mean for her. She would be lover to two men, and only dirty women had more than one lover in their lives or – heaven forbid – at one time.
"No, no, you mustn't," she moaned, the muscles of her inner thighs quivering with arousal. "Please, don't do it to me."
But Ron wasn't listening. With unerring accuracy his cockhead pushed against that throbbing opening and then popped inside. Cherie's voice rose as Ron eased his penis, at first slowly, deep into her hungry, tight vagina, groaning with delight as he felt the caress of her delicate cuntal walls. Then, levering up on the balls of his feet, he gave a firm push and slid his shaft deep into her ravenous, fear-tightened vagina.