Whimpering with pleasure, Cherie moved her hips strongly backward and then forward in small, twisting circles.
In and out, in and out, and she felt her womb expand with every incredibly deep stroke. And just as she was about to twist around and confront her mysterious lover, he increased the tempo, depth and strength of his fucking strokes, driving inside her as high as her navel. Cherie cried out with joy and her hips followed his rhythm as she writhed on the bed in graceful undulations, her left leg lifted high to grant full access to her steaming depths to the unknown lover's incredible, pleasure-giving prick. It felt so good, soooo gooooood, each delicious fuck that drove so wonderfully up into the hot, tight, wet channel of her widely split cunt. Lewd liquid slurping sounds accompanied each lovely thrust. It felt so good that it was a long time before Cherie realized that it didn't quite feel like Herb's soft paunch pushing against her ass and when she slid her hand down her belly to tentively touch the in-pushing cock she knew that that huge member was much too large to be that of her beloved Ron. With a sharp intake of breath it dawned that it was the cock of neither of her chosen lovers that was drawing pleasure from – and giving such joy to – her sizzling young cunt.
Ron stood in the shadows of his room, gnashing his teeth with rage. The poor girl had been truly fooled into thinking that this was someone with her whom she had been with before. He could see her beautiful body jerking on the mattress, her left hand hooked around that upper thigh to pull it high and away from the other; her big, round breasts lolling on her chest, almost defying gravity; the fluffy bush at the point of penetration where her pussy lips were doubled over, spread so wide and stretched thin around the unbelievable, shining girth of the black, vein-gnurled penis. It drew out with an audible wet sound, then vanished again into the girl's white belly, over and over. Each thrust she received with a tiny, hiccuping whimper. She seemed lost in passion, the pure joy of fucking and being fucked.
Cherie cried out again and again with a joy she had never felt before. The power of the huge cock was more than she could deny. She knew she had to kiss this man, this unknown lover, join her mouth to his even as their genitals were joined now. Wetting her lips and opening them, she turned her head to meet this fantastic lover.
And found herself staring into the dark eyes and face of Diane's lover Cleophas.
"Oh!" she cried, stilling the movements of her body, her gaze frozen in horrified fascination on the man's passionate, dark face. "Oh, it's you!" she gasped, trembling head to toe, feeling more exposed and invaded and shamed than ever before in her life even while her entire body glowed in the extremes of her excitement.
Cleophas moved his strong brown hand up to cover her large, heaving left tit, trapping the throbbing nipple between the knuckles and twisting gently so that the rubbery pink nubbin twanged on the firm mound. Grinning, he pulled her tightly back against him and, flexing his massively muscled thighs, slowly thrust his ebony shaft up into her pussy as deep as it would go, holding it there, making it pulse and swell rhythmically. A flood of her juices which she could not control squelched out and bathed his already soaking balls.
"No, no!" she breathed, feeling her cunt expand and burn with a fire she she could not control. "Please, don't do that. I didn't know it was you." Cleophas made his prick throb again in her burning pussy and Cherie, shivering, moaned at the sensation. "Oh, please stop doing it!"
The black man drew his cock out almost all the way, then pushed it firmly and deeply up into her cunt again. With a chuckle, he said, "You didn't know it was me? Who else could it be? Who else has a cock like mine? And you've seen it before, haven't you." He drew back and fucked in again. "Haven't you?" And out it came and then in again with a slurpy, wet sound that embarrassed the girl and made her cheeks blush bright pink. "Haven't you?"
Cherie's eyelashes fluttered with the feeling of his masterful fucking and her hips followed his motion just once without her being able to control herself. "Yes," she whispered.
"You saw me fucking Diane and you wanted it too." Out, in, out, in, her silky cunt walls involuntarily driving him crazy with her pussy's reluctant caress. "Didn't you?"
"No, no," she moaned, her eyes falling shut and the breath sobbing in and out of her lungs as she strove to control the depth of her feelings. Cleophas fucked her harder and a bit faster, the searing feelings in his own loins threatening to make him lose what control he did have. Each slow, delving stroke stretched her small, inexperienced vagina and sent lightening bolts of pleasure lancing up from her cuntal opening to the pink tips of her tits and from the tip of his cock into the depths of his loins, making his balls burn to unleash their virile load of sperm. Cleophas fucked her smoothly for a couple of minutes and neither of them spoke, both of them only mindlessly giving voice to a blended chorus of moans and sighs of joy. Then he slid his hand down her belly to the furry mound and his finger slipped into the soaking split to find her pulsating clitoris and he pushed it back and forth in time to the shuttling movements of his cock in the silken channel of her vagina, and gradually her hips resumed their circular movements around the axis of his penis.
Ron Wolter had broken out in a sweat as he watched the girl he loved fall into rhythm with the black man and become one with the giant invading black phallus sliding smoothly up between the pink lips of her defiled vagina. He watched her slowly raise her upper thigh again high and wide while her body undulated with a sensuous grace. It appeared that she no longer cared to whom the cock was attached, only that it was a cock and that it was giving her more joy than she had ever felt.
"You do like it, don't you, Cherie," Cleophas crooned. "You really do love it."
And Cherie gasped, "Yes, yes, yes I do, I can't help it." She thrust her pussy downward over his huge cock a few more times. "Oh, it feels so good! So good." And her body began shaking as she came within a few fucks of her explosive climax.
Cleophas stopped suddenly and slowly drew his penis from the tight muscular grip of her vagina, and with a wet sound the knob popped free, trailing a clear string of his fluids. Cherie opened her eyes and gave an oh of disappointment, but Cleophas rolled her onto her belly and pulled her from behind so that she moved up onto her hands and knees. This was a position Cherie knew well since Herb had taught it to her and, without thinking about it, she reached between her legs and guided the broad tip of his cock to her pulsing pussy, grimacing as the flaring head once again broke through the tiny ring of the opening and the shaft was driven again into her steaming depths. Cherie raised her hips, angling her vagina to give him the best access she could, her lower back describing a downward curve and Cleophas gave a growl of incredible pleasure as he sheathed the entire colossal length of his ebony cock in her wetness. Cherie began moving automatically and to the watching Ron Wolter she and Cleophas looked like nothing so much as a white unicorn mare being mounted by a rutting black stallion. She was so beautiful and looked a trifle wild as she gave herself up to her most animal passions and began bucking back against the thrusting, fucking, sweating man kneeling behind her luscious, round asscheeks and driving his huge black penis up into her tender vagina.
Herb Melville finished his conversation with Allison and turned to climb the stairs to Cherie's room. He wanted to see her in private before they started work, maybe make love to her if there was time. He was becoming quite attached to her and just the sight of her and knowing she was his and remembering the feeling of making love to her gave him a warm glow and made him happy all day long. He hurried his footsteps up the stairs toward her room.
Outside her door he froze, staring at the floor while he listened for a repeat of that unmistakeable sound. He knew the sound for he had heard it from her before, when she was thrashing in a sexual frenzy in his arms. It was a moan of supreme pleasure, like a groan of tortured pain, and the voice was her own, clear, youthful soprano. What was she doing? Was she fingering herself, unfulfilled this morning? Herb pushed the painting on the wall aside and peered through the peephole.
Herb looked, rubbed his eyes to clear them, and looked again at the most surprising, lewd sight he had seen in a long time. Cherie was there in the dog position, gazing lovingly and passionately back over the grinding hump of her bottom at her black lover as he thrust the full length of his thick, ten-inch black cock into her open vagina. Cleophas' prick glistened with her thick juices as her tender, pink inner pussy flesh clung to it with each out-stroke and then vanished back inside each time pushed forward into her, again and again. Her buttocks were spread wide by the position of her legs and the wide, pinkish halo of her anus flashed up from between them, the innocent hole winking and twitching. Herb saw the black man use both hands to spread her ass wide and then one of his cunt-wettened thumbs sank inside her rectum as if she were some kind of white, human bowling ball. Her beautiful white ass was churning in that familiar way as Cleophas fucked her, plunging his black cock into her sucking cunt over and over again, the black shaft disappearing into her white flesh, then emerging, shining wetly, with a soft sucking sound. The bunched muscles of his black butt moved strongly forward and back, driving the great shaft, and his skin shone with sweat.
Herb ground his teeth in anger and disappointment that a second of his special girls had succumbed to the lure of Cleophas' giant cock, and he berated himself that he had purposely placed her in a position to see it. His scheme to seduce the lovely virginal secretary had back-fired and turned her into a slut, a slave to that awesome sexual instrument his associate strutted around with. He would not have believed that the prudish and lady-like young woman he had brought up here a few short days ago, who was so intelligent and competent in her job, should now be writhing and jerking like a bitch in heat, impaled on the black spike of Cleophas' penis. Her perfect, tight pussy would be ruined forever, stretched to the splitting point. Damn, but she was taking it all, the whole black length to the hilt, and enjoying the cunt-tearing girth that sliced through her loins like a hot knife through butter.
Cleophas reached forward, underneath the bucking girl's torso, and cupped his big, sinewy hands under her round, jiggling tits, and increased the speed of his fucking. Filled to brimming with desire and passion and pleasure, Cherie twisted her neck around and kissed his full lips, their tongues clashing and darting briefly to explore each other's mouths. Cherie's grunts and groans of needful passion tickled her lover's throat as she felt his cock enter her deeply.
Herb pushed the door open slowly and quietly walked in behind the happily copulating pair on the bed, stopping beside them and watching for a long moment while beads of sweat formed on his brow.
"What a dirty little bitch she's turned out to be!" Herb said, putting his hand on Cleophas' shoulder.
The black man straightened up with a grin without altering the speed or effectiveness of his thrusting. "She's the best," he gasped, feeling her cunt tighten around the root of his cock in alarm, and he saw her head twist around to see Herb standing there beside the bed. "It's the tightest, wettest, hottest cunt I've ever fucked," Cleophas commented breathily between the exertion of his powerful thrusts.
Cherie sobbed with shame at Cleophas' humiliating comments on the qualities of her pussy as he fucked it and at being caught in this position by her boss and first lover. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so ashamed. Her hips froze for a moment as she tried to stop herself, but only for a moment. She found she could only groan futilely, unable to free her body from her bursting emotions and unable to stop its motions as it pursued the orgasm she knew was coming.
"Please, please, forgive me," Cherie groaned, resuming her lascivious movements. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't know it was him," she gasped, punching backward with her hips with each word she uttered. "Oh! Oh, oh, oh, I can't stop myself," she panted in a high, guttural voice. Her head dropped forward and her rich blonde hair covered her face as she gave herself up to the joy of the big cock in her cunt. Her elbows were on the mattress now, her face between her forearms as her bottom stuck up high behind her, the asscheeks parted widely and her asshole beckoning. Herb wet his index finger in his mouth and pushed it into her back passage, feeling the swollen knob of Cleophas' cock shuttling back and forth in her tender love channel. Her muscles gripped the finger spasmodically as her body began shaking with her first orgasm and she tried to stifle her scream of release against the mattress.
"What a pussy, what a pussy!" Cleophas grated. "I could fuck it all day. Think I will." And Cherie squealed in shame as the man spoke so openly about her most intimate charms, biting her fist even as she flexed her thighs, fucking her vagina solidly back on the battering ram the black man was pounding into her.
"Best pussy in the world," Herb agreed, pulling his finger from her asshole with a teasing twist in a way that made her shiver with pleasure. He bent down so his face was close to hers, and he said, "Cherie, you're a slut, you know. A hot-cunted, big-titted little slut. You could have had it good with me, but you had to chase after Cleophas and his big, black cock, didn't you."
Cherie, blushing bright red over the sex-flush that mantled her cheeks, sobbed, "Please, Mr. Melville, Herb, it wasn't my fault. He came to me while I was asleep. I didn't know. Don't you understand?"
The older man sneered. "You expect me to believe that? I come in here and find you fucking him like a bitch in heat, your fat little ass up in the air. Prove it to me that you didn't want his cock. Go on. Stop shoving your cunt back and forth over his big, black cock."
Cherie looked up at him and stopped the back-thrusting of her hips. It worked for just a second and then her ass hesitantly resumed its back and forth pushing and pulling. She groaned, trying even to slow her movements a bit, and then with a sob of frustration and shame, she allowed her hips to follow their own rhythm, now even faster than before, her vagina slurping noisily over the veiny, glistening black cudgel of Cleophas huge, rigid penis.
Herb pulled her face to his and kissed her red mouth, and in her state of arousal, she kissed him back, as she felt Cleophas behind her increase the tempo and depth of his fuck-strokes.
"I understand now," Melville said, "that this is all you're good for, dog-fucking."
Herb straightened up and stood back to watch Cleophas taking his pleasure. The big black man was grinding against her sweaty, up-raised buttocks with a wild urgency. The action of his penis in Cherie's vagina had whipped up her secretions into a froth that collected in a white, fluffy ring around the base of his shaft, his balls, and her fat labia. Cleophas wiped it away and dried his hands on her sweat-sheened hips, but with the busy action of his cock in her cunt whipping up her juices the froth soon gathered again. The frenzied rearward bucking of the girl's hips was a poetry of lustful motion as her vagina greedily devoured the enormous black shaft, the tender, pink inner lining of her pussy drawing out, clinging to it on the out-stroke, then vanishing inside her on the in-stroke as he slammed the cock back inside her to the hilt, all but knocking the breath out of her as he penetrated her to her very womb.
Ron Wolter, jacking his own cock in his hand, so taken was he with the erotic scene of the beautiful girl's degradation, watched her begin to shiver with the approach of her second orgasm. Her juices ran freely down her inner thighs as Cleophas' scrotum, swaying with the weight of his giant balls, swung up and under her, colliding with her soft underbelly at the apex of each stroke. The giant, veiny, black shaft began to swell even larger, if that were possible, and suddenly Cleophas roared as his climax broke over him.
Cherie cried out as her second, greater, orgasm thundered through her and she felt her delicate vagina stretched to the splitting point as Cleophas' great cock swelled, throbbed and jerked inside her, the pent up, sperm-rich semen pouring out of him in waves into her vanquished, grateful cunt. The liquid sound of their fucking then became louder as he spurted into her endlessly, filling her from cervix to cunthole with his hot, sticky cum. Again and again, his cock spewed, firing great bullets of creamy cum that spattered against the back wall of her vagina and filled it to the brim. Herb saw the combination of female secretions and male spunk burst from around the tightly gripping rim of her pussy and ooze out, running in rivulets down her inner thighs to the sheets beneath her and dripping in a slow-motion white waterfall to the mattress between her knees.
Cleophas went on jerking, coming, and spurting for a full half-minute, filling her full, then falling to the side, pulling her with him, his throbbing, hard cock still sheathed in her pulsating pussy. Cherie kept her eyes closed, afraid to open them and see the reproach in Herb's eyes, so she waited for her breathing to return to normal while Cleophas' rock-hard penis remained gripped in her cunt's loving, silken grasp. She lay there quietly with the man's hot body pressed against her back, quiescent and contented in sexual satiation, but fearful of what Herb might do now.
Herb stood there, taken by her beauty yet furious that she had let herself get caught up in Cleophas' lust. He had brought her along so tenderly and now here she was already rutting like a mare in heat with a man whose cock was the size of a horse's. Shaking his head, he waited a while, watching the pearlescent cream dribble out of her well-fucked cunthole, trying not to hate her for the blow she had dealt his monumental ego.
Let her lie in her cum-soaked bed, he thought, turning away. "When your little pussy cools down, don't forget to be on time for work," he said, before going out and slamming the door behind him.
Cherie winced at the sound of the door, but she was unable to move for a good quarter hour. Finally, her sense of duty won over her pleasant lethargy and she began to get up, reluctant to go down and face Herb, and Diane, and her beloved Ron. Her body had betrayed her and now she was going to have to pay the price of her weakness.
But before she could pull her sucking vagina clear of the man's gut-filling penis, Cleophas' hand grasped her wrist and pulled her back, and she gasped as she came back down on the shaft and felt it spreading her insides open again. Pulling it free again and then looming over her, he palmed one of her delicious breasts and threw his leg across hers, his knee pushing between hers.
"You didn't think I was going to let you get away that easy after you turned me on like this," he said, his breath hot on her cheek, his dark eyes burning into her. "We haven't done it face to face yet."
"But it's time for work. Herb will be angry."
"Let him wait," Cleophas scoffed. "Everybody's going to know about us anyway. Might as well enjoy it."
"But…"
"No buts," he said, slotting himself between her moist thighs. His huge cock pressed against her soft belly and she winced at the thought that something so large had been inside her and was again seeking entry to her tender channel. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, hard as ever, and directed it into her flooded cunthole, sinking it in deep as she moaned with delight. Once again, he began fucking her while she followed him, at first reluctantly, then eagerly, her legs gradually lifting high in the air on each side of his humping hips while the fire once again began to rage in her cock-addicted vagina. There was just no stopping herself as she bucked and twisted her whiteness up against the man's powerfully-muscled dark body. His full round buttocks rose and plunged down, hollowing as they pushed the huge trunk-like staff completely home each time.
Ron dried the tears he had let run down his face and turned from the sight of his beloved in the arms of the black man. It was time for work and he had no desire to be late.
An hour and a half late, Cleophas and Cherie entered the conference room while all those present stared silently at them. Diane's face reflected utter hate and loathing for Cherie and her black lover and sitting there under the reproachful glare of the boss and her beloved Ron Wolter while Cleophas shot her intermittent leers of lust and triumph was almost more than she could bare. But Cherie controlled her reactions well enough not to go running out of the conference room, controlled herself much better than she had when this morning's black lover had slid his mammoth penis into her pussy.
But it was hard to concentrate and she found herself making mistakes, asking Herb and the others to repeat the things they said to her. All too often, while Cleophas was looking elsewhere, she caught herself gazing at him, remembering the way he had made love to her, had spewed his virulent semen into her. She imagined that she could feel all the millions of tiny sperm swimming on their long journey through her womb and up her female tubes. It was with horror that she suddenly found herself sitting in a pool of the cum he had pumped into her pussy twice this morning. Her panties were soaked and her labia, rubbed raw by his fucking, and her inner thighs were slippery with it. She was glad to be wearing a navy blue skirt, for she knew there would be a broad wet spot on the back of it when she stood up and a lighter colour would have shown it to any casual glance. Her cheeks burned scarlet as she thought of sitting there full of Cleophas sperm with Herb and Ron watching her.