The girl's head spun with the romance of it all, the dream come true of making love, real love, to such an oh-so-handsome man. Her months of dreaming about this man that she had seen walking in and out of the doors of power at the Intercorp Trading Company had now become a reality, and suddenly the sex act didn't seem so wrong anymore. Yes, they were doing it in the linen closet on the sly, but she felt a pure emotional attraction to this wonderful, beautiful, young gentleman. This was real love she felt in her heart and she now felt a real regret that she had allowed Herb to seduce her and take what she would much rather have given lovingly to Ron Wolter. She hated herself for letting her lust get the better of her and though she couldn't deny the feelings the older man had aroused in her and the fulfillment he had given her, she felt now that she only wanted Ron to do this to her for the rest of her life. She had never felt this way before, felt as if she had never made love before in her life, and these romantic feelings of deep love served to make her incredibly exciting and pleasureful experiences with Herb seem minor indeed.
Ron established a rhythm with his loving fuck-strokes and Cherie sighed, opening herself wide to give him access to deeper parts of her beyond which Herb's cock had already reached and plundered. She felt his heavy balls caressing the inner curves of her wide-spread buttocks as his penis reached the apex of each thrust. She felt that her womb opened wide to engulf his swollen cock-head as it pushed in pleasurably against her tender cervix. In. And out. And in and out and in again.
Cleophas, watching from the hall, rubbed his hungry cock through his pants. Damn, but he wanted to fuck this hot little bitch. He had never seen such a beautiful girl, and she had acted the perfect lady on her arrival at the house and always after, but now he could see that she liked sex as much as any woman and a lot more than most. The sight of her pink pussy clutching the hard length of Ron's unimposing cock filled him with envy and lust. Her shapely legs were bent at the knees and her painted toes were pointing at the wall behind her grunting lover. Her big breasts were squeezed between her upper arms as her fingers were hooked around his waist, her nails scoring the flesh of his lower back. Her full, baby-doll lips were parted, opening wider and then narrowing with each panting breath she took when his penis plowed into the raw hole of her vagina, spreading the delicate, furry labia outward. Each stroke made a wet slurping sound and Cleophas could see a small stream of her lubricating juices running over her exposed, pink anus to puddle on the edge of the counter on which she was perched.
Ron felt nothing but the pleasure her wonderful pussy-hole was giving to his cock as the silky walls rippled lovingly over the head and entire length of the shaft. He could hear nothing but her cries of passion and joy, and it crossed his mind that if anyone happened to be passing by they would surely hear her moans and stop to investigate, and that if Herb found out about this Cherie would be in real trouble. And never mind that, what would happen if he made her pregnant! But her clutching, wet cunt had robbed him of all discretion or control. He had to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until he came, until he could explode inside her and flood her feminine channel with his sperm to nullify the seed Herb had already bathed the insides with on so many occasions.
Cleophas watched her happily fucking away, her round asscheeks rolling back and forth on the counter to dip the swollen red bud of her clitoris down against Ron's cock as it withdrew, then up to open her crotch to him as he plunged forward again and again. The black man pushed the door open a little wider so that he could see better and just at that moment Cherie's face, flushed rosy with arousal, turned toward him.
The girl's gaze fell on Cleophas' dark face and locked with his dark, lustful brown eyes. She froze, her eyes widening. Oh, no! her mind screamed with alarm. Cleophas is there, watching. He can see us, see Ron's hard thing slipping up into my vagina! She tried to still her body, tried to force herself to twist away and cover herself, but Ron's penis tunnelled into her cunt again, and yet again, on and on and on until her gaze wavered and went misty. For now her world was trapped in her quaking loins as her young lover pounded his excited, hard cock into her at a steady rhythm.
Suddenly, Cherie cried out as she felt her climax lance through her like spears and her eyes swung once again to Cleophas' attentive face, consciously locking with his. Her body arched forward and her thighs squeezed Ron's hips as she began to come in spastic jerks, her tight, hot vagina clamping down on his rigidly fucking cock, her secretions flooding into her vibrating channel of love to bathe that ramming shaft. The eyes of the watcher widened as Ron's penis swelled and began to throb, his balls jerking in the cleft of her ass as the thick, creamy gift of his semen poured out the end of his shaft and into Cherie's gratefully receiving cunthole. She gave a loud sob and clung to him with arms and legs as he emptied his sperm into her quaking, spasming pussy. Hot juices gushed out of her slit against his belly and she pressed her mouth to his ear.
"Give it to me, Ron darling," she crooned, her eyes locking with those of Cleophas once again, just for a moment. "Give it all to me."
And he did exactly that. He thought that he would never stop coming and Cherie thought his ejaculation would never end, would fill her until it burst from her mouth and ran down her chin. It coated her inner vaginal surfaces and dribbled out and down the crease of her bottom beneath where the penis lay deep inside her. Ron continued to jerk wildly against her and inside her, his cock spitting its creamy offering in great globs until his climaxing testicles stopped banging into the cleft of her ass and he held the throbbing shaft planted deeply while the last drops of sperm oozed into her and his heartbeat slowed.
Cherie clung to Ron in desperate love, kissing his neck, her arms and legs locked around him while his penis shrunk slowly, retreating down her love-channel until it popped from the loving, wet grip of her well-fucked cunt. Slowly, they began to relax, Cherie's legs moving lower until her toes touched the floor. Ron drew back and looked into the dilated pupils of her eyes. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her pink nipples were hard and red. She smiled shyly and turned to pick up her bra and rearrange her clothing. With a shiver of embarrassment, she darted her hand downward to scoop up a large glop of sperm that had leaked from her satiated vagina and run down the inside of her right thigh.
Ron pulled up his pants. "We'd better get back before someone sees us," he whispered. "We don't need anyone to talk."
"No, we don't," Cherie said quietly. She paused and her eyes darted over to the crack in the door where she had seen, much to her horror, Cleophas watching them in the grip of their driving lust. Was he still there? Why was he watching? Would he tell Herb Melville what he had seen? And if he told, what would the big man do? Would he fire her? Would he still want to make love to her himself? These were all questions that she felt would be answered in time.
Meanwhile, she felt like a slut. Four days ago she had arrived at the house a virgin. Now, she had already had sex several times, and with two different men, and in very strange positions and locations. Had she become a slave to the demands of her body; was she just born that way and had her experiences here unleashed that animal instinct? She wondered if she could control herself?
And what would she do when Herb next approached her with his desires? Would she push him away and deny him the pleasure he had come to expect from her, remembering that she was in love with Ron and that she wanted no other man now? Or would she yield to the big man and give him her body once again, and then again, in spite of the danger of becoming pregnant and in spite of her love for Ron? In that case, would she lie still and endure his penis between her legs, or would she become aroused as before and lose herself in his wild and fulfilling lovemaking?
Cherie glanced again at the door and saw that Cleophas was no longer there. Of course he did not want Ron to know that he had been watching them. So she would be alone with her embarrassment and her fear of what the black man might do. She had often seen him watching her with apparent interest of some sort, but interest in what she did not know. He was making love to Diane nightly, so she doubted that he was interested in her sexually. The thought of his desiring her gave her a frisson of fear and revulsion, for she had no desire to be touched by a black man. Yes, she had admired his muscular body when he had seen her by the pool with Diane, his frame well over six feet tall, with bulging and rounded muscles, great, powerful legs and buttocks, and rippling back sinews. But she had always been taught that the mixing of the races was wrong and the idea of having a baby that was half-black seemed to her the nadir of degradation. Of course, that was Diane's problem, for Cherie would not go near him, ever.
So what was it that made him watch her so closely and with such great interest as they all sat around the conference table working? Did he know that she had been watching him and Diane making love in the open the first two nights of her stay here? If so, she thought she must die of the shame. To be known as a voyeur on top of being the sex toy of the boss was far more than she could bear. She was almost certain that everyone knew that Herb was coming to her at night in her room, for Ron's discreet and secret approach to her today showed a distinct desire to keep any liaison between himself and Cherie from being known to the boss.
Cherie just didn't know what to think, of Herb, Ron, or Cleophas. She made up her mind not to try to think about it and save herself the anxiety. In just five more days they would be returning to the city and life would regain its normal rhythm, without the intrigues associated with this big, beautiful, hedonistic house in the mountains.
Looking up at Ron, she asked, "Will I see you again?"
Ron smiled. "Do you want to?"
Cherie looked down and nodded hesitantly. "But I don't want our, uh, friendship to cause any problems with my job."
"I understand," Ron said, giving her hand a squeeze. "We'll be very careful. Now I think I'd better go first, and I'll see you after lunch." And with an affectionate backward glance at her, he slipped out the door.
Cherie bent and picked up her panties, slipping them on. Life had become so complicated now that she had been intimate with two different men in such a short time. The possible consequences of unprotected sex filled her with dread. Why couldn't she control herself?
Shaking her head in despair, Cherie went to her room for a shower.
The next morning, Ron Wolter lay in the bed in the room near Cherie's that no one knew he used. It had been a hard night after a very difficult day. He had sat with the group in the conference room through that afternoon, unable to take his eyes from Cherie, unable to keep his mind on his work. Cherie dared to look into his eyes and smile but only once, but she kept glancing apprehensively at Cleophas, who watched her fixedly and smiled knowingly at her whenever she chanced to glance his way.
Ron knew that Herb was holding the girl's hand under the table at times, saw her smile cooly at Herb when he perhaps stroked her leg under the table. The young man was hoping, wanting her to get up, slap the old man, and come flying into his arms, but he knew she could not do that. She had to go along with the boss as long as they were on his junket, and Ron appreciated that. But he dreamed of having her all to himself.
After work, they had all departed and Ron noticed that Cleophas edged close to the girl and lewdly palmed her plump ass while Herb wasn't looking. He saw the girl look up at him fearfully, for some reason afraid to say anything. Then they had dinner and Ron sneaked up to his secret room to stand guard of his secret love.
He had watched her approvingly as she had dressed in her jeans and flannel shirt to go out for a walk, not in the enticing nightgown she had put on the night before to wait for the intimate attentions of Herb and his giant fucking cock. She was really trying to get out of the room for a walk in the forest, away from Herb so that she could avoid another session with him, and Ron had begun to leave the room to somehow contrive to meet her out there in the trees in the warm evening to enjoy an encore of this afternoon's meeting in the linen closet, when he had seen the door open and an expectant Herb Melville walk in. If only she had gotten out five minutes earlier, she would have been clear and Ron would not have been forced to watch what had happened later.
At first the girl had not responded readily to his kissing and caressing of her ripe body. Her arms hung at her sides while the older man stroked over her jean-clad thighs, butt, and tits. Then her pink nipples hardened and distended and her blonde head dropped back. Her knees went weak and she had begun to relax and he had removed her clothing piece by piece, spread her on the bed and licked her pussy, and then, when she was thrashing on the sheets with a hot need, he had levered himself over her and used his fist to guide his huge penis into her dear, sweet vagina, to the hilt, then began a smooth experienced fucking motion, battering her with his body while she whimpered and moaned with growing delight. She had come, and come again, her juices flowing like a river until Herb had finally given a guttural groan and expended himself inside her, mingling his seed with what Ron had flooded her with earlier.
They had lain together quietly for an hour, and then Melville had returned to his own sumptuous quarters, leaving the tender beauty rosy-cheeked, well-fucked, and radiant on the bed where she had lain until regaining her senses. Wiping tears from her face she had arisen, showered and dressed herself, and gone out for a walk in the trees behind the mansion. Ron hurried out and found her there in the shadows.
When she saw him, she gave a start, but then she ran to him and he took her in his arms, stroking her tenderly while she sobbed on his shoulder, and forgiving her for what he knew was not her fault. How could she tell a man like Herb no? And once she had let him touch her as she knew she must, how could she not respond? She nuzzled her face against his neck and cried hot tears, and he knew why she was crying and did not ask her to explain.
After that, they had walked and talked quietly, speaking of another meeting, under more discreet and secure circumstances than those of their first encounter in the linen closet. They held hands, and spoke of returning to the city and going out to dinner at nice restaurants together. Then, after two lovely, romantic hours, they parted with a deep, warm kiss and returned to their respective rooms.
But Ron didn't want to lose sight of her so he went to the empty room next to hers and spent the night in the dark looking at her beautiful body, naked to keep cool in the summer heat, stretched out on the bed.
Now he watched her lying there on her side with her front toward him, her pink-nippled tits enticing him, her thighs lying gracefully together, and the sunlight glistening on the golden tips of her pubic curls. She was the loveliest sight he had ever seen and he knew that he wanted to be able to wake up to the sight of her forever.
Ron watched her quietly, peaceful as she slept, his cock stiffening with arousal while he viewed her perfect, white body glowing in the morning light, and at that moment he noticed that her door was being slowly opened from outside.
Cleophas Powell walked quietly up the hall toward the room where he knew Cherie was staying. As he carefully and silently pushed the door inward it occurred to him that from where she slept, she could have easily looked out and seen the unabashed antics of him and Diane a few nights previously, and he understood why Herb had ordered them to do what they did down by the pool instead of in the privacy of their bedroom, where it would not have breached house protocol as they did in having wild intercourse at the poolside.
Cleophas gave a quiet sigh at the sight of her beautiful body innocently displayed in sleep. To make sure she really wasn't awake, he whispered her name at a volume that would have got the attention of anyone who was awake, but she didn't move. He stood there, wondering if he should wake her up, tell her he had seen her fucking Wolter in the storage room, and coerce her – as little as possibly necessary – into putting her body at his disposal for the next hour, before getting dressed and going down to the daily grind. He stood there, nearly salivating at the sight of her body, the crevice of her ass, the creamy-skinned, flowing columns of her legs, the strong expanse of her back, the buttery sweep of her blonde hair. It was a pity to have to wake her, and then he had an idea. Carefully, he unbuckled his belt.
Ron Wolter bolted upright on the bed as he saw Cleophas steal into the room, pause to gape at the girl's lovely nakedness, and then begin to undress. His eyes grew wide with horror as he began to understand what the black man had in mind. He saw Cleophas drop his pants, baring the giant, rounded muscles of his chest and arms, the rippled sinews of his belly, and the powerful ebony pillars of his legs. Ron had had no idea how well-built his black colleague was, down to the twisting cords of muscle at his knees and bulges of his calves. And the enormous penis that sprang forth from the curly wool of his crotch filled him with dread for the girl, for there was no doubt that he meant to do to Cherie what was most natural to any healthy man like Cleophas, what he himself and Herb had already done. It was of such a great size, hard and slightly curved like a rhino horn, dark and sleek and gnurled with twisting, purple veins and crowned with a flaring, mushroom-like head whose flanges spread to well over two and a half inches. In spite of his body-builder's physique and size, standing there with that awesome instrument jutting out massively into the room, he looked a bit like a small boy endowed with a grown man's penis, so out of proportion was it in comparison to Ron's own normally – and unimpressively-sized – one. With horror, Ron saw the large hole in the end of Cleophas' cock, pink-lipped and exuding a flow of clear lubricating fluid that hung from the tip, a four-inch string of slippery goo that swung back and forth from the knob when he took his steps toward the bed.
Ron saw Cleophas crawl onto the bed behind the slumbering girl, his leaking prick trailing a string of slime across the bedspread, and lie behind her. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder softly, reverently, and then ran his fingertips slowly down her waist to the curve of her hip. Cherie stirred, rubbing her soft cheek on her arm where it lay, and, to Ron's dismay, stayed asleep. He had hoped she would awake, discover her visitor, and resist Cleophas' unsolicited attentions, but she remained solidly within the dream that seemed to be keeping a contented half-smile on her face.
Cleophas could not believe the soft perfection of her skin. She stirred slightly at his touch, softly murmured, "Oh, Ron!" and stayed obligingly asleep. Her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever touched, warm and smooth and tender, and he reached over her and palmed her large breast and felt the pink nipple respond immediately to the light pressure of his fingers. His lips brushed over her shoulder, her back, and the fragrant round cushions of her buttocks. She was divine, she smelled divine.
Pressing ahead, his face close to her bottom, Cleophas gently pushed his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, searching for the orifices he knew would bring him pleasure within a few moments. He found her anus, that tiny, puckered, hole with its pink halo, and he held her asscheeks apart so he could watch it twitch in innocent reaction as he blew his warm breath across it. And just a fraction of an inch away he found the moist slit of her vagina between the furry, fat labia. When he lifted her upper thigh, the moist, pink lips of her cunt flowered open, and he could not refrain from running one of his thick, strong fingers directly through that opening and deeply into the warm, feminine channel beyond, feeling the tight, silky passage gripping him instinctively. He shuttled his finger back and forth in her slippery cuntal grasp, and the juices flowed and began to soak the whole tender, hairy area. He found the red clitoris and worked it carefully, gently, while the sensitive bud of flesh puffed up and emerged from its hooded sheath, and he found her automatically lifting her leg to give him easier access to that sensitive area.
Tiny moans began issuing from her throat and she uttered Ron's name once again. Cleophas laughed to himself at the thought that in her dream she was making love to Ron while in reality it would be his, Cleophas', cock that was fucking her sweet, young pussy. He began to stroke his mammoth penis, which throbbed with a rhythmic beat, a huge black prong like a tree's branch growing from his loins. Before Ron's horrified eyes the head flared like the hood of an angry cobra ready to strike, the hole in the end blooming and oozing more clear, viscous liquid.
In the other room, Ron sprang up and dressed in desperation while the black man moved up behind the unsuspecting girl, who still hovered on the fringe of wakefulness. He lifted her upper leg and dropped it behind his hip, laying the broad, blunt tip of the gigantic shaft between the spread lips of her pussy.
In her dream, Cherie was in Ron's arms, trembling with excitement and love while he removed her clothes, his fingers searching out the moist recesses that brought her pleasure, sliding inside, his breath blowing across those sensitive spots, kissing her lovingly while she pressed her body against his nakedness as hard as she could. She was so in love and with Ron in a paradise of passion.
Ron dashed out into the hall, intending to go to Cherie's room and crash in on what was essentially an act of rape against a sleeping girl. And then he stopped. He saw Herb standing there in the hall talking seriously with Allison and showing no sign of being about to move. Ron didn't dare let the boss see him running up the stairs toward Cherie's room as it would draw attention and perhaps Cleophas and Cherie would be discovered in what would no doubt be a very incriminating circumstance for her, thus inviting Herb's vengeance. He stood a moment in feverish indecision and then slowly turned and went back to the room he had just left.
He found the scene advanced just a little, but at a critical juncture. Cherie's eyes were half-open and she was churning her hips in that familiar way of hers as the urgency of her feelings grew. Two of Cleophas' dark brown fingers were spreading her glistening, pink pussy lips apart and the shiny, bloated cockhead was pushing back and forth between those blossoming labia, threateningly, as the very tip sought the opening. Back and forth it slid on the film of his and her secretions, brushing across the tender, wet hole, searching for the precise point of entry, there, at the small slit between the puffy outer lips, her anus clenching spasmodically in anticipation, and then at last, suddenly, the broad, blunt tip of the cockhead caught there in that tiny pink loop of an opening, which reluctantly began to stretch, yielding to the inexorable male power of that massive shaft.
Cherie's eyes opened wide now in full consciousness and she smiled as she felt her grateful vagina opening to what she had dreamed and now thought was Ron's beloved penis, and she seemed to be looking straight at him, her lover of preference, when her mouth formed his name and he heard her say, "Oh, Ron, do it to me!"
Ron bit the back of his hand in dismay and then saw the great purple flaring head of Cleophas' cock pop inside her yielding cunthole and disappear into her delectable, delicate vagina. Her mouth and eyes opened wide as she felt her girlish orifice stretched like never before, but the pressure of the spongy cockhead against the sensitive front wall of her cunt brought a moan of pleasure even as she felt the discomfort of the massive entry. Ron could see her pink labia part and her slit being obscenely split and spread by the huge, horse-like penis as the black scrotum, weighted with testicles larger than golf balls, came to rest on the inside of her lower thigh.
Cleophas flexed his hips and buttocks with a deep grunt and drove upward into Cherie's tight vagina. He caught his breath and then gave a groan as her snug, wet pussy walls slid sensuously over his cock's head, sending millions of needles of unbearable pleasure lancing from that sensitive knob into his loins, and her damp pubic hair brushed the length of the shaft as it followed the throbbing knob deep into her reluctantly yielding passage. Drawing back slightly, he drove into her again, a bit deeper this time, and then again and again and again, carefully, deliberately, a little deeper each time until nearly the entire ten inches was sheathed in her wet warmth with each stroke.
With each invading thrust, Cherie gave a tiny, breathy grunt of surprised pleasure. She had never done it in exactly this position and she could not deny that it felt strange, different, and, yes, very, very pleasant. She felt a huge invasion of her inner softness and because of how big the penis felt, it occurred to her that it was possibly not Ron's, much more probably Herb Melville's, so she bit her lip at the thought that she had uttered the name of her younger lover aloud.