Bordon Haskins studied the swirling brandy in his glass. Heavy furrows creased his forehead. He glanced up, turning his attention to his own image in the huge mirror on the wall before him.
Haskins had the look, the smell, and the bearing of a man who was very rich.
He took a sip of the brandy and smiled at himself, thinking how virile and powerful he looked. At forty, he looked thirty, and felt at least one-hundred.
He thought of all the women who constantly gave him coy, come-hither smiles. He thought of their overt invitations, the way they would rub against him, a breast, a thigh, a hip, even their crotches, asking him, almost begging him to take them. He chuckled to himself. If they only knew the truth they would probably shun him or even pity him.
Bordon Haskins had a flaw, a sexual flaw. It had grown with his riches, like a sore or a disease. The richer he became and the more time he spent on the pursuit of money instead of life, the less he was capable of accomplishing in bed.
He thought of all the people who worked with and for him. How they fought for the power he had attained.
And what good did that power do him now; with all his money, he still had no life, no sex. And he dearly loved sex just as he loved the woman, or women, who were capable of giving it to him.
He ticked the loves of his life off in his mind; Jodi, Carol, Louise, and Verna. Verna had been his big mistake; he had married Verna.
"Everyone has been contacted about the board meeting, Mr. Haskins. Will there be anything else?"
Lucille Reeder's voice broke his reverie. He studied her in the mirror. She sat very stiff, her tall frame curveless in the outsized clothes she habitually wore. He and Lucille went back a long way; they had started out hating each other, but through the years... well, that had changed radically.
He wondered what she looked like without the heavy glasses, her hair down, and naked.
He felt close to Lucille. He always had. She was the most conscientious and devoted-to-detail person he knew. That was the reason he gave for hiring her over everyone's objections. Only he knew that it wasn't the complete reason. Because of what he called, "her weakness," he was able to communicate much easier and work much closer was more of a male-oriented woman.
"No, Miss Reeder, that will be all."
A knock, and the maid, Marie, entered the room. She nodded to the secretary and turned to Haskins. Her petite, full-figured body seemed to fill the whole room with an aura of sex.
"Will you be wanting anything else tonight, Mr. Haskins?"
"No, Marie, that will be all."
"Yes, sir."
"And would you have Rauel bring the Jaguar around to the front. I won't be needing the big car tonight."
"He already has, sir."
"Oh," Haskins said, knowing that meant that the young Spaniard was already busy with the evening's pursuits. "Also, I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of the evening, Marie."
"Yes, Mr. Haskins," the girl said, throwing another side-long glance at the secretary, knowing full well the effect she was having on the other woman. "Mrs. Haskins told me to tell you the same thing."
The bluntness of it stung him. He glanced at Miss Reeder but she had tastefully averted her eyes.
"That's all, Marie," he said, turning back to the mirror.
"Yes, sir," she said, executing a bow and backing out the door.
Lucille watched the maid's taut buttocks move in the tight, black uniform. When the girl had finally exited, she lifted her lips and turned her head to see Haskins watching her in the mirror.
"Saucy piece, isn't she?" he said.
"She certainly is," Lucille replied. "Have you ever had her?"
He shook his head.
The exchange between them concerning the maid buoyed him a little. Talking bluntly with Lucille always did. He knew she was a lesbian and she knew he knew it.
Often, when they would work late together at the office, or on one of the many out of town trips, he had been tempted to open himself to Lucille, feeling sure that she would understand.
Now, when it made very little difference, he was again tempted to confess everything.
"Lucille?"
"Yes."
"You don't hav to tell me but... "
"What, Bordon," she said, listening intently.
"Have you ever had a man?"
"Frankly?" she said, as if to tease him.
"Frankly," he replied.
"No ... I haven't." She smiled again and he returned it. "I suppose that sounds crazy to you. With all the women that admire you, but it's true. I've thought of it. But only with one man."
She fell silent, wanting to tell him that the one man she felt she might be successful with was him.
He didn't answer her. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He wanted to tell her that he hadn't had a woman, other than passing prostitutes that did nothing for him, since his wife stopped sleeping with him five years before. Since she had started hating him.
On impulse, he crossed the room, lifted her by the shoulders, and looked deeply into her eyes.
He kissed her. Softly at first, and then with more feeling. She placed her hands on the sides of his head and returned his kiss, tenderly, putting all the love and respect she had felt for ten years into the kiss.
"Ill miss you," he sighed.
"Just because you're retiring doesn't mean you won't still need a secretary. Even if you do nothing but play all the time, with your extensive holdings..."
He laughed. "From now on, Lucille, I'm only going to pay attention to one holding."
"Which one is that?" she asked, mystified.
"The woman, Lucille. The woman I'm going to buy."
"What?"
"I'll explain later," he said, laughing again. He was almost tempted to tell her that he wasn't just retiring. He was leaving, disappearing to finally use his money to do exactly what he wanted to do.
Instead, he pecked her on the cheek and guided her to the door. "Goodnight, Lucille."
"Goodnight? I'll be seeing you at the meeting in a couple of hours."
"Oh yes," he attempted a laugh. "My mind is stuffed ... I'm sorry."
He closed the door behind her and moved to the desk. Methodically he scrawled names across the envelopes in front of him. Stuffing them with individual sets of papers, he sealed and stapled each one. He then opened a drawer in the desk and placed them carefully inside.
Pouring a refill from the brandy decanter, he again started to write: My dearest Verna, How can I tell you why I'm about to do this thing. I think you know how much I've loved you, how much I've always loved you. But I've also always loved my possessions, been jealous of them, and destroyed them rather than have someone else obtain them. Several times, Verna, I've almost destroyed you...
He paused, the pen poised above the paper.
"Oh God," he said. "I did love you, Verna, but I'll be so glad to be rid of you ... of all of this, and just disappear."
"Rauel?" "Yes."
"Come in," she called, making it a command rather than a request.
Verna Haskins lay nude in the half light surrounding the bed. At thirty-five she was still a beautiful woman. Her body was full-figured, but it had lost none of its youthful resilience. Her breasts were heavy and full as she lay on her back, propped by a pillow. The nipples were sharply contoured and pink, set off with huge areolas, tinted a purple hue by the surge of passion she had aroused by playing with her body.
She watched Rauel move toward the bed. She enjoyed the glazed, mesmerized look of lust that entered his eyes as they consumed her body.
"Has he left yet?"
"No. I brought the Jaguar around to the front, though."
"Then you're not driving him."
"No. He said I could have the night off."
Poor considerate, bastard Bbrdon, she thought, giving his chauffeur the night off so the chauffeur could suck and fuck his wife.
But it hadn't always been so.
In the two years since Rauel and Marie had come to work for them, Bordon had given up trying to control her affairs. In fact his last real attempt had been the veto he had laid down against hiring the Spaniard and his wife in the first place.
"I know everything you do, Verna. And I've never said anything about it. There isn't really much I can say, or do, anymore, I guess. I know you drive to New York every weekend so you can pick up men. But I won't have it right here in the house."
"You won't, huh?"
"No. And I mean it."
They had been arguing all the way through her bath and it continued as she patted herself dry. Suddenly she dropped the towel and advanced on him, her naked breasts swaying in time with her gyrating hips.
"Well, weekends aren't enough, Bordon," she said, trying with all the force of her will and the beauty of her body to force him to look at her.
"Verna, ptease."
"Please what? Please don't run around naked. Why not, for God's sake? Does it excite you too much, Bordon? Does it give you a big whopping hard-on? I doubt it, at least I never noticed ... or I haven't noticed for quite a while now."
"Be serious, Verna. You know I... "
"Yes, I know all about your problem. It's my problem too. It was my problem when you decided to spend all your fucking time making money and forgot that I was alive. So then I had to get laid. I got laid, and suddenly you couldn't screw me anymore at all. That's bullshit, Bordon. You can't get it up because I don't totally belong to you anymore... because I had another dick in my precious pussy. Bullshit, Bordon, bullshit!"
"It's true, I tell you. It's a thing I've had afl my life, Verna. Everything I own I have to own all the way. It's the only way for me." "Well, like I say, Bordon, it's my problem too. I want it. I need it, and I'm going to get it more often than weekends in New York. Unless, that is, you want to start getting it up and fucking me. Cmon, Bordon, fuck me!"
She jumped on the bed, lay back and stroked her breasts. She spread her legs wide in front of him.
He looked at the dark patch of her cunt and felt the stirrings of desire. Desire that he knew he couldn't fulfill. At least not until he was sure that she had come back to him, only him.
"Oh no," she shouted, seeing the look he gave her, and the movement he made toward her. "I don't want your tongue. I don't just want to be sucked and slobbered over. I want to be fucked. I want some big, stiff, hard cock rammed up inside me. I want to feel hot cum shooting up my snatch. This snatch, Bordon. The one that you can't seem to fill."
She pulled the lips of her cunt wide apart so he could clearly see the raw, red gash. Then she grabbed a candle from the night-stand and shoved it far up her pussy.
"Like this!" she shouted. "This is how I want to fuck!"
She withdraw the candle and rammed it home again. Then faster and faster she worked, making the candle reappear and disappear inside the wetness of her velvety pussy.
He bowed his head, shaking it from sid to side, angry at his own feelings and his weakness at not being able to strike her, strangle her as he could a man. As he had done to many men to get where he was in life.
"All right!" he screamed, a gasp in his voice. "Hire him, fuck him, suck him, do what you want." He sank to his knees, burying his face in his hands.
As always, at the end of an argument, she would feel pity for him. She would remember the good times together.
"Bordon," she said, dropping the candle beside the bed and holding her arms out to him. "Come, my darling. Come to me!"
He crawled up between her legs. She grasped his head and guided it to her cunt. She hunched her hips upward, accepting his mouth and tongue with her softness.
He extended his tongue, slipping it lightly around the gentle contours of her cunt-lips. She groaned and pushed his head into her pussy. Cunt-juice trickled out to mingle with his saliva. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting the sticky heat of her vagina. She shoved her cunt more firmly against his mouth, plastering it to his lips.
Slowly she let the passion build n her until she was at a, peak. It never changed, she thought, it always began and ended the same way. And it never ceased to amaze her that during his sucking of her cunt she could reach under him and feel his cock at any time and it would always be soft.
When she knew she-was about to come, she turned him over, mashing her cunt down, grinding her musk into his face, feeling the orgasm rip through her body as his throat worked to swallow every last drop of her sweet, hot juices.
She then cradled him in her arms, his head on her breast, and thought how good it would feel the next day to have Rauel's hard cock up inside her, tearing and pounding at the soft inner walls of her cunt.
It hadn't always been so for Bordon Haskins. Besides unbounding ambition he had always, in his youth, been regarded as a stud who wouldn't quit.
His desire for women was only matched by his ruthless ambition to be the best at everything and his love Of flying. By birth he was wealthy. This allowed him to indulge himself in both fast women and fast planes. By the time he was eighteen he was an accomplished pilot rake.
At twenty he entered the service. With his flying background, it was inevitable that he be chosen for pilot training.
He graduated at the top of his class and went on to make a name for himself as a fighter pilot. It was his bitching, more than his combat record, however, that brought him to Washington's attention.
He found flaws in aircraft. He suggested better designs. He achieved notoriety by proving the weakness of one design when he pushed it to the point the designers said it would go and crashed. He walked away from the crash and lived to give them absolute proof that their design was full of faults.
Because of this he was transferred and given a test pilot's rating.
Finishing the school, he was thrown into the field, testing and finding weak points and faults in each and every machine or design the aircraft companies made.
It was inevitable. He started stepping on too many toes. Rumors were flying that he was about to be transferred again.
True or not, the rumors never became fact. Fate, in the form of his father's death, intervened. He flew home, checked into a hotel, and showed up in two places; the cemetery and the lawyer's office.
"Mother, I don't want to argue with you."
"Good, then sign a total release on the will and go back to your airplanes."
The lawyer disagreed with them both and, as an agent of the court insisted that the estate be split equally between Bordon and his mother.
She stood, preparing to leave. "That's a great deal of money. What do you plan to do with it?"
"Have fun," he said, and left.
At the hotel he picked up his bag and grabbed a cab to the airport. When he couldn't get a reservation, the idea for his first act as a wealthy man struck him.
The salesman shook his head in awe when Bordon wrote him out a check for payment in full on a twin-engine plane. Bordon flew himself back to the base.
When he arrived, the first thing that hit him was the amount of activity. Small, privately owned aircraft dotted the runways.
"Alf, are you home?" he shouted, entering the apartment he shared with Alfred Kyle, a Texan, with the same background and the same outlook on life as his own.
"Inhere,"
As usual, his roommate was bedded down with company. "Hi there. How'd you make out?"
"I'm rich," Bordon said, and nodded at the girl. Under the sheets he could see she was tall and rangy and from the rise where her chest would be, he guessed she was amply padded in all the right places.
"Bordon Haskins, meet Vema Boyle."
"Hi," Bordon said, throwing her a smile and returning his attention to Alf. "What's all the action about?"
"Well," Alf drawled, "They've moved the women's national air races up here and, I guess I might as well be the one to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Bordon asked.
"That you've been temporarily re-assigned. You are now liasion officer for the races."
"Bullshit."
"Sorry," Alf replied, smiling.
"You mean hand-holding a bunch of cunts?"
"I beg your pardon," said the female head barely protruding from the covers.
"There are advantages," Alf said. "Like Verna here. She's one of the flyers. In fact, she's the best bet to win with a new design from Geneva Aviation. And, you know what? I'll bet she's got a girl friend."
They went to a little roadhouse for dinner. The girls had rooms in the motel across the street.
Vema's girl friend was Lucille Reeder. She was in charge of press relations and promotion for the races. Within a half hour Bordon was sure of two things: he didn't particularly care for Miss Reeder, and he was pretty sure he couldn't get her into bed.
"Why did they choose you as liason officer, Mr. Hastings?"
"Because it's an easy way to get rid of a fly in the ointment. Look, Miss Reeder, you are my date tonight. Don't you think we could get along on a first-name basis?" _, "Not as long as you think women shouldn't be pilots."
"I didn't say that," Bordon replied. "I merely said I didn't want to hold their hands while they set out to get themselves killed."
"You are concluding that no woman could be as good as a man when it comes to flying?"
Verna saved the day. "Bordon, I hear you're a fabulous dancer. Mease?"
On the floor, Verna used her body to calm him down in one way and arouse him in another*. She also tried to explain away the other girl's animosity. "She's just getting started with Geneva Aviation and this is the first year they've sponsored the races, so naturally she's a little tense."
"She's a pushy bitch," Bordon said, and pulled her body closer to his, wishing that Verna was his date for the evening. "Besides why should she be tense ... you're the one who's going to be taking all the chances."
"Yes," Verna replied, "but, you see, we're out for different things. Me... well, I'm ambitious in a different way than Lucille. To her Geneva is a way of life. To me it's just a means to an end."
"What end?" he asked.
"I might tell you that someday," she replied and rubbed her soft cunt against his thigh.
"It's a shame," Bordon said.
"What is?"
"That, with a glorious body like Lucille's, it's probably all going to waste."
"Believe me," Vema laughed. "It isn't. It's just that she's like a computer when it comes to choosing her bed-partners."
"What's that mean?"
"Nothing. I'm telling tales out of school. Let's talk about us. Are you really rich?"
"Yes."
"Then what are you doing in the military?"
"My thing."
He barely paid any attention to her words. His mind was on her body. It was lush, softly yielding against his. He could feel his cock starting to rise each time her belly brushed against him.
"Something wrong?" she said, smiling up at him.
"Let's go back to the table," he said, his voice low and brisk.
"What happened to Lucille?" Verna asked, when they had returned to the table.
"Headache," said Alf, looking very unhappy.
They finished dinner in silence, each wondering how the evening would turn out. At last, with brandy in front of them, they faced it.
"Look, you two go ahead ..." said Bordon, 'Tm a little tired anyway."
"No..-. I'm a little tired," said Alf.
"Shut up, both of you," Verna said, grinning. "I love to fly and I love to fuck. Tomorrow, I'll fly.
Tonight, I'll fuck. C'mon!"
They were barely inside the room when Verna let them know in no uncertain terms that she indeed had no qualms about fucking both of them at once. She removed her clothes.
Beneath her clothes she wore bikini panties and a french-cut bikini bra, the cups of which barely contained the tremendous globes of her breasts.
She pushed the thin straps of her bra down her arms. The cups dropped gently an inch or two so that her nipples were almost bared. Their eyes took in the dark spheres with joy and traveled down to her panties. She bent and pulled her panties off. As she stood up, the motion caused her bra-top to gape open, revealing the fullness of her areolas, Bordon and Alf gasped in pleasure as they saw the soft fleshiness of her full tits. They were even bigger and rounder than either man had suspected.
Within seconds both men had their clothes off and stood with their huge cocks as hard as spears.
"Well," Verna said, hungrily looking at their bobbing pricks. "Let's get with it."
"Yeah," said Alf, his voice hoarse with passion as he lay back on the bed and drew her willing body toward him.
Verna dropped to her knees between his legs, relieved that they both just wanted to fuck and not preach. So many men that she had offered to gang-bang at one sitting were shocked by her actions.
Subtlety was beyond Verna Boyle. The carnal appetite of a man she understood thoroughly, mainly because she had the same appetites herself.
She had been adept at sex from the age of thirteen. Often she had been gang-banged by a whole group of her brother's friends in the loft of an old barn. She would take one while the other boys rubbed their cocks in anticipation.
In the darkness she was never sure just whom she was lucking, so often she had taken her own brother's cock in her willing pussy.
Before her eyes Alfs cock grew thicker and longer as it rose until it was an angry, throbbing shaft jutting toward heir face.
The sight of a new hard cock sent a shiver through her whole body.
"Oh suck it, baby," Alf said, fisting his cock.
"You're gonna get sucked, honey," she said. "Sucked like you never been sucked before." Then she swivded her head around to Bordon. "And you can just ffll my cunt with your meat while I fill my face with his."
Suddenly her lips made a tight elastic band around Alfs plunging cock. He could feel her sucking inward powerfully, trying to draw him as far as she could into her throat. Even the long shaft of his prick outside of her mouth was wanned and stimulated by her hot breath. His hands crept to her bulging cheeks and he pressed inwards to increase the pressure. She raised her own delicate hands and grasped his cock with one hand and cupped his balls in the other.
Alf began to rotate his buttocks as he fucked into her willing young mouth. He reached beneath her chest and stimulated the hardened nipples on her softly yielding breasts as he watched his saliva-glistening cock disappearing hotly into the depths of her working throat.
She felt Bordon's cock being rubbed downward between the cheeks of her ass until its bulging head was plowing through the soggjng lips of her vulva. She felt the true hugeness of his cock as he sent it in one swift stroke up her cunt to pound forth on her cervix. She could feel all of its ridges pressing in against her suddenly receptive flesh. She began moving and pounding her cunt back, sliding her moistly clasping pussy expertly up and down his heated, driving cock.
As he fucked into her cunt, Bordon stared hotly at the smoothly rounded cheeks of her young ass.
"This isn't all I want from you, honey," he said.
The electrifying touch of Bordon's fingers on her naked buttocks made Verna impatiently grind her heated mouth down on Alfs thick cock.
Alf groaned and sighed. Every nerve ending in his body was beginning to cry out for release and the tension was becoming unbearable. His balls were being squeezed in her hand and the tip of his rigid prick seemed to be ready to burst wide open in the warmly loving cavern of her mouth as the first throes of his spasm approached.
Then a cry bubbled from his mouth. It caught him off guard as the warmth at the base of his cock developed into a searing flame of ecstasy. The white fluid of his come began to spurt out of the head of his cock like a geyser. Moan after moan was forced from his lips as the hot spray of his sperm splashed hotly into her throat.
Murmurs of joy flowed from Vema's cock-filled mouth as she gulped to swallow every last drop of the sweet fluid she loved.
Despite the overflow of his cum, Verna continued to suck on his cock persistently, even after his first orgasm had passed. She wanted more, nluch more, and the cock in her cunt drove her on.
Alf tried to pull his deflating cock away from her sperm-flooded mouth.
"I haven't finished it yet," she said.
She began to bite and nibble on his prick gently, trying to nurse his testicles back to life.
She could make nim come when she wanted. She could turn his limp dick into a hard one even after the huge come he had just experienced.
But as his eager prick gradually swelled back into hardness something different started at her rear. Suddenly Bordon's cock left her cunt and she felt her body being shoved upward, over Alf s lap.
"Fuck her cunt, Alf!" Bordon commanded, "while I fuck her in the ass."
"No ... no," Verna said, and tried to writhe away. "I can't take a cock up my ass, you guys.
Honest, I can't, I've tried. It hurts too much."
"Bullshit," Alf said, and sent his cock plunging into her belly through her cunt. "Have at her, Bordon!"
Alfs cock in her cunt felt good, like a heavy shaft of hotly pulsating steel inside her, but her body shook with fear as she anticipated Bordon's cock following it from the other hole.
His hands wandered all over her now perspiration-drenched body. His fingers wormed their way between her tightly clenched buttocks until they reached her puckered asshole.
Then she winced in sudden fear. She barely managed to stifle a .cry as he used his thumbs to separate the flesh of her ass-cheeks.
She tried to tense her quivering buttocks back together, but he dug his fingers so cruelly into her soft flesh. With a loud moan she relaxed and allowed him to do what he wanted.
Harder and harder Bordon pressed his finger against the tight elastic opening of her asshole. The pressure built up until it finally thrust in through the ring of tender flesh. Deeper and deeper he probed into the warm depths of her rectum while, with his other hand, he stroked his thickly swollen cock.
She was almost used to the feeling when he jerked his finger out of her asshole. It was quickly replaced by the head of his cock. It pressed bluntly and hot against her rectal opening. She reared
forward to escape this new impalement but only succeeded in smashing Alf s massive dick harder up against her cervix.
She was dazed by the unexpected pain in both her pussy and her ass. She frantically jerked backwards again, and Bordon's throbbing shaft popped completely through the elastic ring of her anus. His blood-engorged head disappeared quickly into her tightly resisting bung hole.
"Stop ... please stop. PLEASE!"
God, it wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to show them, prove to them that she was almighty in sex. Instead they were ripping her apart.
Behind her, perspiring now, Bordon felt some pain in his cock from the tightness of her asshole. He hammered his throbbing cock in until he was buried to the hilt in the writhing girl's tightly clenched asshole.
Just a bare piece of skin between her anus and her cunt separated the two driving cocks, making her belly feel filled with pulsating male cock. They moved inside her body, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Their cocks picked up speed. The two thickly expanded poles began slamming into her with explosive force. Soon they established a rhythm, buffeting her naked body between them.
It felt better and better as they continued to move. She could take it after all. She could not only take it, but she fucked them back. Her moans of pain faded to a passionate pleading for them to fuck their cocks into her.
Her hips moved backward to meet Bordon's plunging prick, causing his sperm-bloated balls to smack heavily against her smooth thighs. Then she thrust forward and her pussy eagerly swallowed the heaving cock of Alf s straining body.
She began chanting in ecstasy as they fucked more and more wildly into her wantonly writhing body. She loved it. She was being ravaged in the most obscene way possible and she was reveling in it. Uncontrollable spasms of delight began to build deep in her belly with each stroke of the pistoning shafts. She-was nothing now but a mass of desire. She shrieked outlier impending orgasm.
Suddenly it was coming to an end for all three of them.
Again they decided to shift. Alf wanting to spew a second load in her mouth. He pulled his cock from her cunt. It glistened with the sticky sheen of her pussy.
Alf gurgled out a low guttural moan and pulled Verna's head against him. He pushed her throat deep down onto his wildly spewing cock as he reached his climax.
Only a tiny bit of Alf s cock was visible to Bordon as he watched in amazement as Verna's cheeks bloated and hollowed, taking all of his friend's cock deeply in her throat.
Her throat muscles gulped wildly. Liquid torrents of Alf s sperm spurted deep into her throat. She swallowed again and again. Bordon marveled at her ability to gulp all Alf s cum down as fast he could shoot it.
Bordon felt a gush of warm juices ooze down her thighs and onto his own. He knew that she, too, had reached her climax. He felt her asshole contract, tightening even more the viselike grip her bowels had on his throbbing cock. He'd held it as long as he could. With a frenzied burst of energy, he rammed deep up her ass-tunnel again and again, tearing her viciously with every deep thrust. Like a wild man, he slammed himself into her. His own pain eased as he felt himself coming.
Alf s cock had slipped wetly from her lips. She raised her head from his belly. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were wet and sticky with semen.
"Yes baby!" she suddenly screamed. "Hurt me ... hurt me good with your cock! Ream out my fucking shithole with it! I'm going to come now, honey... Oh sweet Jesus, don't stop!"
Bordon gripped her hips. His eyes closed as he plunged his thick prick deeper and deeper into her insides. Harder and harder he thrust with each and every pulsating jab.
"Hump back, baby. Give me your sweet bowels!" he cried out loudly. His cock exploded deep up inside her clasping rectal passage. His balls slapped wetly between her kneeling thighs which were drenched with the sticky film of her own
erupting juices.
His own white-hot cum spurted in thick torrents deep up into her belly.
Trembling and exhausted, with a long, satisfied moan, Verna collapsed against Alfs massive chest.
Bordon moaned as his balls emptied inside her, then his goo dropped onto the bed beside them both as his cock grew limp and rubbery. It slipped from her still sucking anus with a loud plopping sound.
They lay side by side in silence for a long time. Alf had gone completely to sleep. At last she broke the stillness.
"That was good," she said.
"Yes," Bordon replied. "It was good, but there are better."
"Oh?" She looked at his handsome face. "How so?"
"I like to have everything and everyone to myself," he explained. "I like to own things, have them all, totally to myself. Once, when I was a kid, my mother made me get rid of a cat I owned. So, instead of giving it away to someone else, I killed it so no one else could have it."
"That's cruel," she said.
"It's a cruel world," he replied. "I guess I'm paranoid about things like that. I just like to call things my own when I've got them ot ... when I'm fucking them."
"Then you don't go for threesomes and foursomes?"
"Sure," he said, his eyes staring intently into hers. "I just don't go back for seconds."
Vema was silent for a long time before speaking. "I asked you before but I'll ask you again. Are you really as rich as Alf says?"
"Yes... but not rich enough."
Chapter-Two
The following morning Bordon took immediate steps to change his position. He asked for a meeting with his commanding officer and the representative of Geneva Aviation. He precisely and calmly told his CO. that he could have his commission and Miss Reeder could have her assignment as liasion officer and they could both shove them up their respective asses.
Miss Reeder's response intrigued him; she giggled.
Major Cornier's response he expected.
"Haskins," the Major said, "now that you have told me you are resigning I feel I can tell you something, something I have been wanting to tell you for a long time now."
"Yes, sir?" Bordon said.
"I hate your fucking guts."
"Yes, sir."
"1 understand you want mustered out at once. Is that correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you have plans to stay in this country?"
"No, sir."
"Good, because I have to stay here, and I wouldn't want to ever run into you again. Consider yourself a civilian. Do you have anything to say?"
"Yes, sir. Fuck you, siri"
Bordon Haskins did an about face and strolled from the room. As he passed the Major's secretary, he winked and whispered: "Tonight,.my place."
She arrived a little after eight that night. Ten neatly typed copies of the Major's report in hand. He met her in his robe and closed the door behind her. Taking the, papers from her hand, he looked her over. It was the first time he had seen her in civilian clothes and he was glad he had decided to make a play for her; both for the papers and the way she looked.
She looked before him, a petite, yet well-endowed, firmly rounded girl of about eighteen. She wore a very short skirt, revealing slim, tanned legs, and a summer blouse without sleeves. Her jet-black hair curled down to touch the full, pear-shaped globes of her breasts. She had a smoldering intensity that told of thoughts and desires far exceeding her eighteen years. It was a look well enhanced by the richness of her breasts and the tautness of her buttocks beneath the thin material of the skirt.
"Why do you want those?" she said, making herself at home on the sofa.
"To get a job," he said, scanning the report to make sure it truly depicted him as a miserable war-loving bastard.
"About the only person who would give you a job based on that is Hitler. And he's dead."
"He's still around somewhere, luv."
"What?"
"Never mind. Fix us a drink!"
The way he said it meant that conversation was over. He scared her, even when she wasn't yet close to him. Just thinking about him scared her. If her parents back in Trenton knew that she was about to fuck Captain Bordon Haskins, the air ace, they'd probably forget their puritanism and give her their blessing.
She studied him in the mirror as she fixed the drinks. His face was bent over the report, the heavy brows knitted in concentration. There wasn't any tenderness when one looked into his eyes.
She handed him the drink just about the time he looked up from the report.
"Satisfied?" she asked.
"Very," he replied, emptying the glass then taking her in his arms. "Do you want to fuck?"
She smiled huskily. "That's what I came up here for."
They dropped to the sofa.
She leaned over him. her face inches fmm his.
Her lips were moist and soft as they closed over his, searching, demanding passion. Her tongue moved lightly over his lips at first, then probed between them, seeking entrance.
She wanted his sex. She yearned to have his energy, his power, and his mystery enter her. She wanted to experience what it felt like to have such a wild, strange, dangerous man fuck her.
He reached up and touched her breasts that pressed tightly against the blouse. They were hard, encased in a tight brassiere. The blouse itself was stretched to the straining point by her huge breasts.
"Oh yeah," he moaned, cupping her full tits in his hand as their lips parted. "I like these. Nice, very fucking nice."
She unbuttoned her blouse. Shrugging it from her shoulders, she reached behind her to release the hooks of her bra. Her monumental breasts seemed to fill the air around his head when she leaned forward. She thrust them at him. Then she pressed herself down on top of him. She growled out her sexual joy when he answered her desires by squeezing and pinching her hardened nipples.
She tore at his robe feverishly, then at her own clothes. In moments she had them both naked and ready for the act of fucking that she had waited and sought for, for such a long time.
"Damn," he said, smiling up at her. "You do want it. don't vou.babv?"
"You're fucking right, I want it. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you."
She spread herself over him. She lusted to take him, lusted to receive the fullness of his hard cock. She positioned her cunt directly over his waving prick and placed the head up against her wet cuntal lips.
"Take it, baby," he said, his eyes glued on her seeping pussy.
She sat down on him, taking his cock fully in her gaping cunt clear to the hilt. A loud moan escaped from her lips as she tightened her cuntal muscles around his prick.
He lunged up into her in rapid strokes, slowing down to meet her answering strokes as she slid up and down his glistening fuck pole.
"Oh, my lover," she sighed, closing her eyes and clasping him to her tightly, their bodies fused into a passionate bundle of fucking. "Lover, lover, lover... give it to me, my lover, my sweetheart!"
Then she erupted into a frenzy of motion, punctuating the rhythm of her fucking with her cries of devotion and tender love. "Oh lover, lover, fuck me, lover! Fuck me with your beautiful big cock! I'll love your cock forever."
His cock throbbed through a climax that sent his cum flooding into her in great thick spurts. Wave after wave of delight swept over his body as his prick contracted again and again, spending his spunk in her cunt.
As his body and cock stopped jerking, he felt her reach her own come. She hugged him tightly and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.
Fluids rushed out to flood his cock and balls as her cunt contracted.
Slowly she relaxed on top of him and lay still while her cunt finished milking his cum.
She clung to him tightly for several minutes until, at last, he pushed her from him and stood. She got to her feet and stood beside him, her body glowing.
"Do you want me to move in with you?" she asked, dreamily.
"You must be out of your fucking mind."
Bordon left for Lisbon the following morning, made his contact and passed the copies of the dossier on.
"You'll be contacted."
"How much?"
"Mr. Haskins, let me act as your agent. Good mercenaries, especially pilots, are hard to come by, I know, but wars are a little scarce right now. Believe me, I'll get all I can for you. Relax, entertain yourself."
It took nearly a week for them to contact him and another two daysto make the initial payments and sign the contracts.
The first step of his grand master plan came into being. He negotiated with Harry Beldon of Geneva Aviation for the delivery of six of their new Genesis fighters. He also made a deal that all of his existing funds, his commission on the sales of the planes, and half his future salary was to go toward . the purchase of Geneva Aviation stock.
On the night before his departure he decided to celebrate.
He sat in a Gafe drinking straight whiskey until he saw the girl he wanted. She was about thirty with great heaving, full breasts, and wide flaring hips. With the long hair and heavy make-up he guessed she was a dancer.
She passed the window, her body rippling under the cheap cotton dress, and entered a fish market across the street from where he sat. He dropped some change on the table, hung the camera around his neck and walked outside.
On the sidewalk he waited, playing with the camera knobs.
At last she emerged and retraced her steps up the avenue away from him.
He followed, pausing at each corner to snap a picture.
It only took a few blocks until she realized that she was being followed. She turned and spoke to him, her voice rising in anger.
He apologized as best he could in halting Portagee, telling her that he was with a German news magazine, and he was doing a picture story on post-war Lisbon. He also added that she was so beautiful he couldn't resist using her as a model.
Her anger softened at once. She readily agreed to let him take some lay-outs in her apartment.
She had barely closed the apartment door behind them when he whirled oh her, grabbed a handful of the peasant blouse that covered her huge chest and, in one vicious yank, stripped her to the waist.
She started to cry out, but his voice and his hand on her throat silenced her.
"What do you want with me?" she wailed unhappily, knowing in advance- that he wanted her naked with her legs spread beneath him and nothing else. It was in his eyes, the way he looked at her naked tits.
Another sharp twist of her arm.
The girl was terrified and again she was tempted to scream. But again the look in his eyes was the look of death; her death.
"You ever take it up the ass, honey?" he asked, leering at her dangling breasts. "I give good cock up the ass."
The tormented girl turned to look at him, seeing with a shock that he was rapidly pulling off his clothing. In a moment, he was naked. She also observed that his heavily throbbing cock was already hard and ready for action.
"No___please!" she screamed.
She tried desperately to break away and run. Before she took two steps, he tripped her and she went crashing to the floor on her stomach.
"You just spread your legs and lay nice and quiet while I do my thing."
She groaned in agony as she felt his savage hands on her ass. She shivered as she felt the man's wild slavering lips coursing the length of her buttocks and she wiggled desperately as he bit into the soft tender flesh of her thighs.
"Nice baby, real nice," he said.
He drew her trembling asscheeks painfully apart and shot his tongue into the spread crevice of her tiny rectum.
He pushed and pulled, stretching the tight, rubbery little circle wider for the entrance of his flicking tongue.
She cried again as she felt him nudge her thighs apart to give him a better view of her asshole. He pinched the soft skin of her cunt. Against her will, she relaxed and let him draw her legs farther and farther apart.
Suddenly there was a thick middle finger working hungrily at her anus. She tried to relax as much as possible to minimize the pain, groaning as she felt the finger sink into her resisting anus.
"Oh God, help me! Oh please don't do this to me!" she groaned, and felt it slithering further up inside until the palm of his huge hand was pressed flat up against the trembling cheeks of her buttocks.
He smiled, thinking that it was almost time to pull it, to prove once again his theory. He worked the finger around up inside of her as she lay helpless beneath him, gradually expanding the opening of her unused anal channel.
Again she cried out as he slipped a second finger in beside the first and stretched the entrance as far as it would go. He could see her squirming with pain.
Then he positioned himself behind her, his knees between her outstretched legs, pulling the resisting cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go. Fumbling with his heavy cock, he tried to fit the blood-filled head into the tight elastic entrance of her rectum.
He missed the first time and found his cockhead slipping mistakenly up inside her open cunt.
"Yes," she said, "if you must do it to me, do it there. Please!"
He smiled and readied his cock for another stab at her bung hole. This time he was successful. The lust-hardened tip of his cock popped, with a plopping sound, inside the tightly clenched lips of her rectum. .
"Oh JESUS, NO . -.. DON'T, DON'T, YOU'LL KILL ME!"
He held her helpless. Then, grunting heavily and with a final massive jerk of his hips, he broke past the flesh of her narrow passage and drove his hard prick deep up into the yielding flesh of her bowels.
She moaned and thrashed around beneath him, flailing her arms and legs out in all directions in a desparate attempt to escape from the searing pain in her asshole. The hurt was worse than anything she had ever known. For a moment it took her breath away as she felt his cock stabbing higher and higher up between her buttocks until she could feel his sperm-filled balls smack heavily against her vagina and he had buried himself in her to the hilt.
Suddenly he wasn't there. His cock had been pulled from her asshole, his weight was gone from her body.
She looked around, fearful of what new torture he might have devised. He stood calmly with his trousers in his hands as if he were about to put them on and leave.
"You're right," he said, looking down at her tortured body. "This is no way to fuck a woman ... not against her will. She should want to fuck ... she should fuck back."
"I don't understand."
"I am leaving you alone," he replied. "But there is a way ... I suppose ..."
"A way? What do you mean?"
"A way we could fuck ... I mean a way for you to fuck me and enjoy it."
"Never," she said, standing and facing him, her hands defiantly on her hips.
Without another word he dipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers. He dropped the trousers back to the floor and placed some money in her hand.
She unrolled it and gasped. It was a one-hundred-dollar bill, more money than she could make in days, or weeks.
She started to look at him, but couldn't tear her eyes from the beautiful bill.
"There is a way..." he said, still standing before her, running his fist back and forth on his hard cock.
Slowly she turned away from him and slipped back to the carpet. Carefully she spread her knees wide apart opening her pussy and her anus for his inspection.
He knelt again behind her buttocks and quickly buried his cock a second time far up her ruptured anus. Savagely he began to grind his cock deep up into the trembling depths of her belly, harder and deeper.
He could feel her anus gradually adjusting to this cruel punishment and this excited him further, even though some of the fun of the challenge was gone from the fuck. As her narrow, tortured little back passage began to expand around his massive prick, Bordon started to increase the tempo of his strokes, plunging into her like a madman while she writhed and groaned.
And then it happened just as he knew it would. He felt the woman's inner anal muscles suddenly contract around his cock. The pressure was overpowering and the inner folds of her anus clutched tightly at his stabbing prick like velvet-gloved fingers. She was trying to milk his cock and bring him off.
She began to grind her hips back against him, rotating her ass up against his pelvis as sexily as she could.
He was almost laughing as he looked down at her writhing hips which were bringing him dangerously close to climax. He studied her asshole as it clung to his plunging cock on the backstroke.
"You're doin' it now, honey," he hissed. "I figured you would."
-. She bore down on him as hard as she could, clamping her perspiring buttocks tightly together and tensing every muscle in her naked body.
Bordon accepted her new attitude and fucked into her squeezing rectum even harder. There was no way to keep the pressure from building up in his testicles. He knew he would be coming soon and he decided to make the best of it and his one-hundred dollars.
She gasped. She could feel his fucking cock expanding within her. It stretched the sensitive interior walls of her rectum. But somehow she managed to keep the heat on his cock. She fucked her asscheeks back at him as if she were possessed by some animal-like fury.
Then he couldn't hold back. She heard a muffled gasp behind her as his massive, throbbing cock burst like a dam. He emptied his sperm-filled balls deep in her tortured bowels.
She thought he was never going to stop coming as wave after wave of his hot, gushing fluid shot out of his wildly jerking cockhead into the depths of her ass. It overflowed around his ejaculating cock and spewed back out around the edges of her tightly clamped anal ring.
She collapsed as he pumped the last of his heated come into her battered rectum.
She heard him dress and leave, but it was many minutes before she pulled herself to her feet and searched for the one-hundred-dollar bill.
She never found it.
The order came through the next morning. He sailed at noon, bound for a tiny African port where he would take over that country's fledgling Air Force.
"My name is Faulon. You are Bordon Haskins?"
"That's right."
"You come very highly recommended, Mr. Haskins.
"I believe you'll find that I am well-equipped to handle anything your revolution will require."
Faulon smiled. "You are now a colonel, Mr. Haskins. Your first check as per our agreement will be deposited in the morning."
The war and Bordon Haskin's fortunes went well for almost two years. Even though his side was losing, there always seemed to be more money to keep things going. And as long as there was money, Bordon Haskins was more than happy to fly.
Haskins had a good life while he was fighting. He had the best women, the best wine, and the best food the country could offer and his money could buy.
When the end was drawing very near, he sensed it like any well-trained animal would.
Bordon had his own private apartment in the presidential palace. He had every convience Faulon could give him as head of state, and a few that he had installed on his own. One of these was a direct, private line to his chief mechanic at the air field. On a moment's notice he could have a plane fueled and ready for flight in case it was needed.
Madame Teresa, Faulon's wife, also knew of this private line and it was the plane she needed the night she came secretly to Haskin's apartments.
In the two years he had worked for Faulon, Bordon had seen Teresa not more than ten times, and then usually only at state functions. There was something he intensely disliked about her. Had he been able to perceive it he would have realized that Teresa Faulon was his female counterpart.
Even though he didn't like or trust her, he did want her. She was a beautiful, tawny-skinned woman with a fantastic body.
They sat across from each other with drinks. She came to the point.
"Bordon..."
"Yes?"
"At four o'clock this morning there is going to be a counter-insurrection in the city. It isn't the first, but I have it on good authority that it will be the last. My husband's regime is bound to fall."
"I expected it eventually," he replied.
In spite of his dislike for her, Bordon couldn't keep his eyes from straying over her breasts, over the clearly-defined cleft of her pussy displayed by the too-tight dress she wore as she thrust her hips forward provocatively each time she moved.
She saw his eyes take in her body. She was well aware of the effect that she had on this wild man. The knowledge that he had wanted her body from the first moment he had seen her was satisfying. Teresa was a woman who needed, coveted, the attention of all men.
Her voice broke back into his thoughts. "Have you prepared for such a situation?"
"I think so," Bordon replied.
"So have I... economically. But for an escape ... well, I need help."
"What about your husband?"
"He will be caught and executed," she said calmly. "He will probably refuse to run. He is an idealist... a fool."
"But you aren't a fool.. .and you won't refuse to run?"
"No ... that is, not if you help me get out of the country."
"And in return?"
"1 have half a million in jewels I plan on taking out of the country with me ... half of them are yours."
"You have twenty times that in cash already stashed outside the country," he said.
"You do your homework well," she replied, her tone like ice. "But that is of no concern to you."
"Neither is getting you out of the country before all hell breaks loose," Bordon said, a smile playing around the comers of his mouth.
"Then," she said, matching his smile, "I'll up the ante."
She undressed with care, making sure that none of her intoxicating beauty escaped his eyes.
Her thighs were firm and had the milky whiteness that appealed to Bordon.
The pubic hair around her pussy was of a rust color. Her pussy was perfectly triangular as if it had been shaved to shape. The hair appeared to have been styled rather than allowed to grow of its own volition. The pale hairs were smoothly waved rather than kinky. They parted and thinned in the middle. There was the merest hint of pink flesh beneath the pubic hair.
It appeared to him that she was already hot. Her cunt-lips were engorged with blood.
She stood, completely nude, and came around to stand directly in front of him.
"You like?"
"You'll do," he replied. Her body was raising havoc in his mind and his groin.
"I can see from here that it's big," she said, looking down at the bulge in his crotch.
He could feel the uncomfortable bulge of his stiffening cock straining against the taut fabric of his slacks.
"Maybe too big for the right cunt... or mouth," she said brazenly.
"Well, let's see it. If you're proud of it.. let's see it."
He stood up and dropped his pants and his shorts. When his cock came free of the material, it stood up between his legs like a huge white horn, jutting from the darkness of his hairy groin.
She nodded and he dropped back into the chair.
The woman curled down into a crouch in front of him, running her hands over the length of his prick. "Nice, real nice... thick, and long, and hard. Just my kind of cock."
All cock is probably your kind of cock, he thought as he lay back in the chair and watched her hands continue to stroke up and down the length of his throbbing, seeping cock.
He could feel the tension building in his balls as bis cock swelled and the skin drew tight under her expert touch.
She pulled herself into a sitting position in front of him. Staring at his prick, she opened the ruby lips of her mouth. Holding his cock with a determined firmness she ran the full length of it into her mouth without stopping, then back out again.
He gasped. She had taken the whole thing without even wetting it clear down into her throat.
She did it a second time and seemed to suck on it with the back of her throat.
Grasping his prick lightly at the base, she fed it in and out of the velvety softness of her sucking mouth and throat. Every now and then she would allow the tender skin along the sperm tube to drag slowly across the edge of her teeth.
Bordon began to writhe and twist. He squeezed his hands into fists to keep from crying out encouragement to her and losing what he considered his cool upper hand.
Squeezing his balls with an eager, tightening grip, the woman began to bob her head up and down on the full length of his cock with a steady, mind-boggling blur. Again and again, as she took his cock to the fullest, she brought her tongue into play at the same time, driving him crazy. She managed to suck his cock and lick his balls at the same time.
Her tongue did not seem content to merely lick and stroke the end of his steaming prick. Rather it fought at it with nipping laps and biting, darting thrusts. Bordon could feel his cock inflating with juice as the moment started. The sperm flowed around and around in his inflated balls and started toward the mad rush of orgasm.
He grabbed two great handfuls of the soft red hair that tumbled to the woman's shoulders and began to pull her down onto him.
When the climax arrived, rather than hold it in her mouth in preparation for spitting it out, or allow it to run out the corners of hex mouth, Teresa threw her head far back and tossed it down into her belly like it was the best shot of expensive booze she had ever taken.
She went back for more, diving her head over his cock. She sucked and sucked and swallowed until he thought his balls would flow out the head of his cock and join his sperm in her belly.
"Well," she said, looking up at him, "is that enough?"
"You decide," he said, his eyes directly on her pussy. "Is it enough for you?"
She smiled. "This one's for fun ... and on the house." She opened her arms to him and lay back on the carpet. "Come to Mamma!"
Just the sight of all that beautiful pussy was enough to turn him on and make his prick hard.
She cupped as much as she could hold of Bordon's cock. Giving him a slight squeeze, she opened her sperm-stained lips in an inviting smile and said, "Come on and fuck me, stud!"
She opened her legs and her mouth at the same time. Bordon gave her all of it; his prick jammed home in her spongy pussy while his tongue buried itself in the warmth of her mouth.
Her cunt was as warm as her mouth and he fucked into both of them with the same pressure and joy. He drove both organs into her.
Her pussy was as educated as her mouth. She contracted it and relaxed it as though she were sucking and blowing him all over again.
His hands found the cheeks of her ass, clenched tightly, and really started driving it into her. His cock came up hard against the bottom of her pussy on each stroke with a thudding sound.
Each stroke seemed to make her want the next one even more. They^ were bound together in ecstasy. He answered the pressure with pressure of his own, gripping her buttocks with all his strength, and leaving long welts, reddening in their wake.
She groaned out her joy and pleasure as his fingers bit into her flesh. She rolled her hips up to open her cunt even wider to the pounding of his cock. Bordon let go of her ass. He grabbed a thigh in each hand and forced them up, higher and closer to her breasts. The motion widened her pussy still further for his pounding, grinding cock.
She was coming. He could feel it as her cunt started working even harder on his cock and her knees started beating a tattoo of lust on her own breasts.
She went crazy when she came. There was an instant heightening of temperature inside her cuntal walls. The muscles lining the smooth walls of her vagina vibrated with a mad quivering that threatened to push Bordon's cock out of her cunt.
She threw her legs around his humping back and locked them around his hips. As he slammed his cock into her, she gripped him even tighter between her thighs, opening and closing them in time to the long smooth thrusts that jolted her body. Soon, she was spurring him on, while she gyrated wildly beneath him.
"Fuck me... OH FUCK ME!"
The twin moons of her ass rose and fell to meet him. Faster and faster she screwed her body onto him, her loins jerking against his muscular hips. She was twisting her hips frantically now as their two panting bodies reached un unbearable peak of passion.
They were there, both at the same time.
"Fm coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming good, real goddam good!"
With a violent jerk she slammed herself against him and spewed her juices out over his sopping thighs.
A few seconds later he groaned passionately and the hot torrent of his sperm began spurting deep into her heaving belly, mixing with her own churning juices.
Limply, in exhausted bliss, they clung to each other, his deflating cock still buried within the softly twitching cuntal walls of her pussy.
Over his shoulder she looked at her watch. "It's three-fifteen."
"So?" he replied, pulling his cock from her body and calmly lighting a cigarette.
"Don't you think we had better go?"
"There's one more little bit to put in the pot first."
"What?"
"The jewels."
"What about them?"
"I want all of them."
"You motherfucking prick," she hissed.
"Deal?"
"Do I have any choice?"
"No," he said.
"Deal," she replied, the word tasting bitter in her mouth.
"Let's go."
Chapter Three
The jewels were turned into cash quickly in Amsterdam, after he had safely flown the two of them out of the country.
They parted in Paris, none too pleasantly.
"We'll meet again," she said, as if she were a prophet of doom.
Three weeks later he was back in the States and renewing his friendship with Alf Kyle, who had come up in the world. He was now liasion officer for Geneva Aviation.
"Bordon, you mangy bastard. I've heard you were back. Beldon, over at Geneva's, been trying to get in touch with you."
"Where do I find him ... I would kind of like to get in touch with him, too."
"There's a party tonight. I'll pick you up."
Bordon had heard a great deal about Harry Beldon, but much of it was shrouded in fantasy and mystery. Watching the man, he could understand why. Beldon was an imposing figure.
He would be a challenge, thought Bordon.
"It will soon become a madhouse and a bore around here, Mr. Haskins... or should I call you Colonel?" Beldon said.
"I'm retired," Bordon said, smiling thinly.
"We've reserved a large suite at the Manchester ... for the chosen few. I would like to talk with you."
"Fine," Bordon said, suddenly realizing that the beautiful woman standing beside Beldon, her full figure openly displayed in a tight evening gown, was Miss Frump herself, Lucille Reeder.
The part of the party that was important to Geneva Aviation, and Bordon Haskins moved. Alf stayed behind but Bordon moved with it.
"Bordon, I'll come right to the point. I've heard some great things about you. I know your background and I know your worth. Obviously you're unemployed at the present time. I think we can use you. Because of what I know about you, I think I can guarantee you that you will soon reach the top of our organization."
"Mr. Beldon, I don't even have to think about it," Bordon said. "I accept."
"Good. Let's join the others. We have a great many thinp to celebrate tonight. I've just gotten engaged ... I want you to meet her."
"A ... excuse me, sir," Bordon said.
"Yes?"
"Just out of curiosity, who gave me this glowing recommendation?"
"Why, my secretary, Lucille Reeder."
Bordon listlessly drifted around the party. He was up. His plan was working beautifully. He needed something to bring him back down.
And then that something walked into the room, bringing a hush to the entire crowd.
Memories, good memories, flooded over his body as he saw Verna Boyle enter the room and move to Harry Beldon's side.
It was quickly obvious that Verna was Harry Beldon's new thing. The whole evening she was constantly on his arm, looking adoringly up at him. It was obvious to everyone, Bordon most of all, that Harry Beldon, confirmed single man, was falling hard.
That seemed to make it worse for Bordon, seeing what he remembered as a great piece of ass, gone to someone else right before his eyes.
He was still up. Way up.
He knew that the only way he would get down that night, and ever get any sleep, was sex. Lots of it. He waited until he got her alone.
"It's been a long time, Verna," he said.
"Yes... it sure has," she replied, paying little attention to the way his eyes roamed hungrily over her body.
"I remember that night," he said, "I hoped that you would," she replied.
He moved closer to her so he could speak directly into her ear.
"Give me your room key," he said. "I'll leave now and meet you in your room when this bash is over and you can leave."
"Sorry."
"What?"
"I said, sorry. But I'm reserved at the moment, and, probably, then some."
"I don't get it," Bordon said.
"You don't? Jesus, you should. You said the same thing to me once... You wanted it all yourself, all you could get. Well, I think I've got it."
She moved away, back across the room to Beldon's side. Bordon muttered to himself and dowed the drink in his hand.
"Works fast, doesn't she?"
It was Lucille Reeder. She stood at his elbow, a drink in each hand. "I've been gone longer than I thought," he said.
"Here. I thought you'd need a quick refill."
"You sound a little envious," he said, accepting the drink.
"Not really. Believe me, she's in for a big surprise."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Would you like to dance?"
"You dance?"
"Don't be a smart-ass, Mr: Haskins. I've changed, too, since the last time we met."
They moved onto the floor. As she came into his arms, Bordon responded to her body almost against his will.
Yet, something about Lucille did seem different. Her body was solid, yet warm and yielding. The huge breasts molded against his chest. Watching them caused the head of his cock to tingle and swell. He had to admit, under her granite, Lucille Reeder was a great deal of woman.
"I'd like to thank you for the recommendation."
"It's all right. You're one hell of a pilot, and from what I've heard ... one hell of a businessman. You'll go far."
He looked down into her suddenly smiling eyes and could swear that each and every idea in his head to take over Geneva Aviation was mirrored there.
They exchanged small talk, finished the dance, and found their drinks. Her body kept talking to him, telling him to take her. Yet her eyes said just the opposite. Finally he steered her toward the terrace and decided to try.
"We got off on a rather awkward footing the other time."
"Did we?" she said, her voice, for some strange reason, suddenly dripping ice again as if she were about to go into the same act as before.
"I thought we could try again."
"Why?"
"Well, we will be working together and ..."
"Bordon, why don't you just come out and say it? You'd like to take me upstairs to my room and fuck me."
"That's a little blunt, but yes."
"No," she said, sipping her drink.
"Why not?"
"What advantages would there be for us to go to bed with each other?"
"Advantages? I don't know," he replied. "Does there have to be an advantage?"
"For me there does." She moved away from him. "Goodnight, Bordon."
She had made him feel angry and frustrated. For the first time in his life he had been in a situation that he couldn't completely control. Because of Lucille Reeder's effect on him he wanted a woman more than ever.
He looked around the room. Verna and Lucille Reeder were both out. A long, tall Sally, standing next to the bar gave him a come-hither eye. She had a body that looked like a good cock would split her in half.
He looked further and spotted the three women that had been hired as window dressing. They did nothing for him. Prostitutes had a hard time doing anything for him.
His eyes wandered back to the Sally. She started looking better. He headed for the bar. He realized just how young she was.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied.
ini ....
"You're Bordon Haskins ... I know all about you."
"Swell ... and you?"
"Kitty Beldon. The old man's my uncle."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"I'm underage," she said, laughing and rubbing her leg like a pro against his crotch.
"Just for drinking?" he asked, his interest suddenly reawakened.
"Just for drinking," she replied. "Have you seen the rest of the suite?"
"No,"
"I'll show you."
She slid off the stool and took him by the hand.
Bordon was rarely in the mood for fucking children but her amazing height made her seem older than she actually was. He watched her ass move in the tight dress in front of him.
The room was like a private study with an over abundance of leather furniture and walls full of gloomy books.
It did have a stereo. Bordon snapped it on, found something soothing, and fixed two drinks.
When he turned back to her, she was sitting on the leather sofa. He handed her a drink and remained standing.
"How old are you?"
"Does it make any difference?" she replied.
"No ... not really," he said, trying to size the situation up in his mind.
"Then let's both relax and forget it," she said.
"What's your relationship with your uncle?"
"Really shaky, at best," Kitty said. "He rather tolerates having me around right now."
Bordon sat down next to her between songs on the stereo and tilted her chin and kissed her on the lips. At least it started on the lips, but it ended with her frantic tongue flickering and darting around the inside of his mouth like an imprisoned bird.
Bordon reached around behind her and undid the catch on the waistband of her dress. Running his fingers up the buttons at the back of the dress, he had it down off her shoulders and on the floor before she could even get the zipper on his fly pulled all the way down.
There was no bra. When his hands came around in front of her, he caught the hard, tight nipple of her right breast in his hand. It had been brushing against the gentle friction of the dress material all evening, and it was prime and ready. The nipple stiffened and rose beneath Bordon's fingers until it was jutting out from the creamy white breast surrounding it.
The girl broke off the kiss and started to work her way down the front of his clother, unbuttoning them and pulling them apart. She nibbled at his hair and skin, pushing him back against the cushions as her head dropped lower and closer to his cock.
Bordon stood up from the couch long enough to shed his clothes, then dropped, back onto the leather. He rolled the girl over on her side. As her legs fell apart, he brought his hardened prick to bear on her pussy.
"Now spreao your beautiful legs open for me!" he ordered.
She complied with a smile, loving the thrill that ran through her as cool air rushed over her sensitive vaginal flesh. She spread her trembling thighs wide apart.
He dropped between her legs and moved one hand to the smoothness of her full buttocks, pressing her pussy hard against his cock.
"Damn ..." he said, "you might still be a kid, but you feel good there."
He crushed his lips against hers and moved his hand over her seeping cuntal lips while the other hand continued to knead the silky flesh of her butt. His experienced fingers caressed slowly at first, then began a fast, rotating motion around her quivering clitoris.
Kitty found it difficult to breathe as the erotic sensations began radiating out from her groin. Her mind was flying with thoughts: now, now, I'm goint to get it, at last I'm going to get a cock in my cunt. He's going to fuck me. He's not afraid of my uncle or anyone. He just wants some cunt, and I just want some cock. It's perfect.
Her eyes filled with desire as she felt her vagina tingle and her pelvis begin grinding up against his warmly throbbing cock. She clenched her teeth tightly together and moaned as the smooth rubbery tip of his cock began tantalizing her quivering, wet pussy-lips.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, baby. I'm going to feed this cock into you!"
He lunged forward and drove the head of his dripping cock into her. He lunged forward to drive his rigidly pulsing cock into her eagerly gaping vagina with all the heated impatience of a teenager.
The girl gasped and bit her lips. Bordon felt something resist, then give way to the insistent ramming of his cock. He had been ready for almost anything, anything-except this.
Kitty Beldon had been a virgin.
Wild, he thought. He didn't think there were any virgins left in the world under fifteen. Then he remembered that the writhing girl beneath him might very well be under fifteen. But it meant very little difference to him, or his cock, at this point. She felt good.
Settling into a steady rhythm that threatened to take the top of her head off before they even got halfway there, Bordon was working off a hard-on that had started the second he had seen Verna Boyle walk into the room earlier that evening.
She gasped as the long throbbing penis slid far up into her warmly sucking cunt. It raced into her until his soft balls slapped against her ass-cheeks and the rubbery tip of his cock pounded against the far back wall of her cunt.
Waves of passionate sensations shook her body and, groaning in wanton abandonment, she began to grind her steaming pussy up against his thick meat. She drew her knees up to meet his pounding thrust.
"God, it's good. It's so unbelievable good!" she crooned. "I knew it would be this good, especially with someone like you."
Flaming desire coursed through her wildly frailing loins. The only thing that mattered to her in this world at this time was the fact that this powerful, cruel man was fucking her. She wanted him to fuck her, wanted him and his big wonderful prick sunk deep up inside her.
Kitty Beldon gripped him even tighter, opening and closing her thighs, in time to the long smooth thrust that jolted her body. Soon, she was pounding her heels rapidly against his laboring buttocks, spurring him on, while she gyrated wildly beneathhim.
Bordon smiled as the big girl under him began to buck and twist with the insistent lunges of Bordon's big cock being driven into her.
She started to come just when he really decided to get going faster. Her long legs carried more muscle and fury than Bordon had given her credit for. The wildness of her returning lunges made him wonder if they might not end upon the floor.
He kept shoving it in.
She started to assault him back. She gasped and moaned as the hot shaft stuffed itself into her pussy faster and harder. She choked and wept on the heat and the lust that it drove up from her clitoris. The smell of Bordon's sweat and the musk of her pussy mixed with the booze and the warmth in the room.
It felt like it couldn't go on, and yet it didn't seem to be stopping either. Lucifer himself would have loved this pussy, Bordon thought.
A virgin, he mused, as he fucked, for Christ's sake, who would have thought that!
He shifted his ass from side to side, letting his meat explore the walls and creases of the unfucked flesh under him. Dropping all pretense of self-control after the girl had passed into a state where she was being racked with spasms of climax, he quickly brought himself uf to the very edge of pleasure.
Then without warning, he shot his load of hot, searing semen deeply into her.
When his cock was thoroughly drained of its hot, milky fluid, he stood and dressed. Without a word from either of them, he left.
Pausing at the door, he turned. She didn't even look at him as she dipped her fingers again and again into her damp pussy and extracted the fruit of his labor.
"Jesus," he said aloud, "she's gonna be a machine some sweet day."
When he entered the main living room, he cursed himself for not staying in the library and fucking her some more. He was still not satiated.
"Shit," he mumbled to himself, as he found a phone and dialed. "Alf?"
"Yeah, how's the party?"
"For shit. You got anything goin' tonight?"
"Baby, you wouldn't believe it-. Dolls, two of 'em. They just dropped right into my lap."
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
At the door he was stopped by Lucille Reeder.
"Leaving?"
"Yeah," said Bordon. "Sudden appointment."
"Bordon?"
"Yeah."
"Congratulations."
"Thanks."
"And one thing .. . don't get in my hair. Goodnight and, a ... have a good time."
"Dianne's in the John," Alf said, as Bordon let himself into the apartment. "This is Leona."
"Hi, Leona," Bordona said, liking what he saw.
"Hi," she replied. "Are you the one with the big cock?"
"Get the rest of your clothes off and I'll show you," Bordon said, laughing and squeezing one of her breasts.
"Hey, kid," Alf said from the other bed, his meat hanging out of his pants, half-hard and throbbing. "Get your ass out here before the fun passes you by."
The girl called Dianne appeared in the bathroom doorway, her breasts, huge and imposing.
"Kid huh?" she said. "I'll show you if I'm a kid or not."
She pushed Alf backward on the bed, straddling him and pressing her cunt against his prick. "Kids can't fuck like I can."
Alf returned her laugh as he caught her tongue between his lips. His hands cupped the mountains on her chest and began kneading and manipulating them.
"Oh shit, honey," he moaned, "What a set of fucking tits you got."
"Suck 'em!" she commanded passionately and thrust her cunt tightly against his prick. "Oh baby," she cried when his fingers found their way between her soaking cunt-lips. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me right now!"
Alf wasted no time. He shed his clothes, revealing his cock standing straight out, rigid as a telephone pole.
She threw herself on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly, opening them so far that even Leona and Bordon could see the taut pinkness of her cunt-lips.
With a cry Alf lunged forward, burying himself deeply in her body.
By this time Leona had pulled her panties and bra off and dropped to her knees in front of Bordon.
"My God, you do have a beautiful big cock," she cried. She pursed her lips over the huge, bulbous head of his dick.
The sounds, sights, and smells of the other couple fucking each other's brains out on the other bed had made Bordon hard as a rock.
Leona was every bit as beautiful and amply endowed as Verna and from the way she worked her mouth over his cock, she was even more attuned to a good evening of wild sex.
Leona traced the configurations of his prick for several moments, paying particular attention to the ridge that separated his head from the shaft. She gently hefted his balls, as though testing them for their weight and fullness. She pressed her hand lower, letting her fingers explore the crease of his ass. When she found the puckered entrance, she thrust her fingers against the tightening membrane until sne was able to penetrate his bowels.
Bordon gasped at the pleasure. He twisted around, pulling her body in such a position that his fingers could caress her clitoris. As their fingers worked on each other, they watched the fucking that was going on so wildly and frantically between
Dianne and Alf in the other bed.
Alf felt her guide his prick into her to the hilt. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her body tightly up to meet him, and then began a long, hard stroking with his prick.
It was at this point that Bordon and Leona began watching, seeing Alf s prick burrowing its way into the girl, then being withdrawn almost to the tip. Her cunt-lips seemed to grip it m protest against the possibility of it being withdrawn, and her gasps of delight as he fucked her showed how much pleasure she was deriving from the length and width of his hot, throbbing meat in her cunt.
After several moments of hard fucking, she locked her ankles behind his back, thrust her hips up high, almost lifting him from the bed. She cried aloud as she threw her head from side to side in the agony of her climax.
At the same moment, Alf began the short, digging strokes before shooting his thick, white cream deep into her cunt. Then he drove her ass into the mattress as his prick spurted his seed into her womb, and the two of them collapsed breathlessly on their bed.
"Well," Leona demanded, looking up at him coyly. "Are they going to have all the fun?"
Bordon turned her on her side and slid in behind her. He lifted' her leg, allowing him to guide his prick to the lips of her cunt from behind. Thrusting forward, he buried it into her, then he lowered her leg. The angle of his cock provided her with wild sensations that sent shivers throughout her body. He then guided her hand down between her legs and urged her to manipulate her clitoris as he began a gentle, in and out, up and down, fucking motion from behind.
Then he cupped her breasts in his hand and began rolling the nipples in his hands. The triple stimulation caused a delicious climax in her. He didn't let up on the stimulation, and in a few moments her body was responding once again. She thrust her buttocks back against him sharply. She rolled her clitoris beneath her finger and thrust her heated, thoroughly rippling nipples into his palms.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh Shit!" she screamed when her second orgasm burst upon her. "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming like all hell ... just like a fucking dam bursting loose inside here!"
Then she went rigid, every muscle tense with the sexual excitement that filled her. Bordon felt her body throb and throb with the powerful orgasm searing the walls of her cunt.
His huge cock was buried to the hilt in her lush body as his juices poured into her in palpitating bursts, jetting against the back of her cunt with a great, driving powerful force, adding to the joy of her climax.
"Oh Baby, you do fuck good," Bordon said. She reached for his cock again. There was something about her that reminded him of Vema.
"This kind of cock with that kind of fucking I could take all the time," she gasped, putting her mouth to the head of his cock and sucking the last drop of his cum from the half-hard staff.
The night got even wilder as Dianne and Leona sucked both their cocks, changing back and forth, and then both of them got seething, sticky cum shot all over their tits as they jacked the men off.
Leona then stuck her ass in the air and received the full stroke of Bordon's huge prick while she swallowed all of Alf s prick down her throat. On and on it went, until all four of them could take no more and they called a halt.
Alf and Dianne went to sleep almost at once. Alf moved in slumber every now and then, jiggling his still half-hard prick where it rested deeply in Dianne's ass.
Bordon and Leona talked.
"You fuck so good," he teased. "You must do it for a living."
He wasn't sure but, in the faint light, he thought he saw a strange mood pass across her face. Quickly it was replaced with a lilting laugh.
"Don't be silly," she said. "I told you. I just love it. And after tonight I really love it from you. As far as a living I'm considered an excellent executive secretary, a good girl Friday, a good mind, a soft shoulder, and, of course, a great piece of ass. Like you."
He laughed at her bluntness. "How would you like to work for me?"
"Doing what?"
"Secretary. The pay would be excellent, I'm sure."
"Does this come with the job?" she asked, stroking and fondling the head of his cock until it once again started to rise to its fullest length.
"Sure, " he laughed, "as long as you can handle it."
"Oh I can," she said, smiling.
"And with a few conditions."
"Name them!"
"Once you go with me you go all the way. I'm weird that way, when I have something or own something I want it all. I don't want to share it with anybody."
"All or nothing ... right?"
"That's about it. Any objections?"
"You've got yourself a secretary," she said. "If you want, you've got yourself a live-in, or should I say, sleep-in secretary."
"We'll see."
She buried her face in his pubic hairs and nestled her thighs around his head.
"And you've got a cock," he gasped, shoving forward with his hips and burying his shaft deeply between her red lips.
His entrance into the firm was quick and efficient, along with Leona as his executive secretary.
He bided his time learning and watching. Quickly he found the weaknesses of his fellow workers.
Three months later Harry Beldon married Verna Boyle. A week after that Bordon allowed Leona to move in with him. Neither of them made any secret of it, but no one seemed to care, least of all Lucille Reeder who went out of her way to congratulate him.
"She's a good choice and maybe I can compliment you more than anyone else. She's good." Lucille tendered the best smile she was capable of over afternoon tea.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bordon asked.
"Anything you want it to mean, Bordon," she replied slyly.
Lucille was sharp, very sharp, and Bordon realized it. He started cultivating her just about the same time he started making his move for power. He liked her mind and the way it worked. Through her he found ways to remove every person from power that stood between him and ownership of Geneva Aviation.
"You've made a lot of changes around here, Mr. Haskins," Lucille said.
"Now I'm Mr. Haskins, huh?"
"That's right," she replied, "and now it's time for me to make some changes." ]
Bordon had to travel a lot, sometimes for weeks at a time. It was on a return from one of these trips that he caught Leona in bed, or obviously preparing for bed, with Lucille Reeder.
He had returned a day earlier than he was expected. Upon entering the apartment, he heard voices. He crossed to the bedroom door and looked in.
It was just starting. Instead of interrupting them, he stood and watched.
He had done well by Leona. She had a wardrobe beyond, far beyond, the means of a secretary. Lucille seemed to be using it as an incentive to get close to the girl.
"The blouse is beautiful," Lucille told Leona, "but your underwear is fabulous."
Leona had obviously just gotten out of the shower. Lucille was sitting on the bed watching the girl as Leona, nude, slipped on a pair of beautiful black panties.
"Do you like these?" Leona asked. "Do you think Bordon wfll like them?"
"Oh yes," Lucille said. "Are you glad I set you up that night with Bordon?"
"Oh yes ... oh God, yes. He's going to be very rich, Lucille. I know he is. And so will I."
"Yes dear," Lucille said, "just as long as you keep letting me know everything he does and when he does it. You'll keep doing that won't you, Leona?"
"Yes ... yes, I will. I promise," the girl replied, running her hands over her body beneath the black panties.
"They're beautiful," Lucille said, her eyes again traveling down Leona's body to the line of her thin panties. "And you do them credit."
"C'mon," Leona replied. "Don't give me that, you might fool a man into thinking you're frumpy, Lucille, but I know better. You've got a figure. More of a figure than I'll ever have. Why, your body would look great in these. Here, try them on!"
As Leona spoke, she pulled the panties down and handed them to Lucille.
From the doorway the whole thing looked like some kind of calculated game played by two girls out of Little Women by Freud. But it amused him, because it was obviously a game engineered by the inventive Lucille to discredit the childlike Leona.
Bordon lit a cigarette and enjoyed the show.
"Look at yourself nude, Leona. Even without the fancy clothes Bordon buys you, you're still breathtaking. God, I wish I had your figure."
"What are you talking about, Lucille? You know we wear the same sizes ... Thirty-six bras with B cups, size five panties, and our dresses are fitted exactly the same. Here, stand alongside me in front of the full-length mirror. See?"
"Well," Lucille said, "it's a little hard to tell with all my clothes on. Should I take them off, Leona?"
"A ... yes, I guess so. If you want to."
"You know that I want to," Lucille said.
She was out of her clothes in seconds. When she was nude, she stood alongside Leona in front of a large mirror.
"See, we're just about the same," Leona said.
"Not quite, not quite. Here, put your breast right next to mine and I'll show you how much better yours is shaped, even if we are the same size."
Leona turned toward Lucille and their breasts almost touched. Looking into the mirror, Leona could immediately tell that her tits were rounder than the other girl's. She felt not only excited but eager looking at Lucille's breasts.
"I wonder," Leona said, "if yours are as firm as mine?"
"There's only one way to find out," Lucille said, smiling.
The two then cupped each other's breasts. Lucille was the first to speak and she almost seemed to gush. "Your tits feel much nicer than mine. I've never felt mine as soft before. It must be your hand on it that does something. Can you feel it, Leona?"
"Yes. I was just thinking that my own never felt like this before. Your touch is making mine so much softer than usual."
"Have you ever done anything like this before, Leona?"
"No, not with another woman."
"Don't stop, Leona," Lucille said. "It's getting better all the time."
Both were enjoying caressing the other's breasts. Leona was the first to notice and comment that her nipples were getting larger and redder as they were fondled.
"Yeah, I thought so too," Lucille answered. "And they look so good. There is something I would like to do now, if I could."
"What?"
"I'd like to kiss your tits," Lucille said. "Can I do that, Leona? Can I kiss your tits?"
Leona didn't answer. She just put her hands on both sides of Lucille's head and brought her face down. Lucille eagerly planted a gentle kiss on the nipple of Leona's breast.
"Now that's done. Let's not be so timid. Give my right tit a good kiss, Lucille, a real good kiss."
It was all the invitation Lucille needed. She bent her head over and kissed the breast. It was a warm tender kiss and it made both their bodies quiver all over.
"Now me," Lucille said. She bent her back and thrust her titties upward toward Leona's waiting mouth. The other girl obliged.
"AH right," Lucille said. "Let's cut the little-girl innocent bullshit and fuck."
"Bet I can beat you to the bed," Leona giggled, and ran across the room to flop down on her back.
Lucille was on her like a lusting animal, throwing her face over Leona's bobbing tits. Her kisses quickly became hotly passionate as her lips smothered each breast.
"God, I want it ... I want your mouth all over me," Leona moaned. "I want it on my tits, my belly, my thighs, and in my cunt."
Lucille began to lick. In seconds the lick became a gentle pull, and in minutes the gentle pull became a hardy suck.
Leona was going crazy with desire. "Oh suck ... yes, suck on my tits ... get milk from them! Suck my tits, Lucille. SUCK!"
Lucille saw the tender, flat belly with its sweet navel, and the furry rise of Leona's cunt mound.
She lowered her head along Leona's body, tonguing the skin as she moved. Her tongue licked toward Leona's waist, then further. When it reached the navel, it licked, and licked and licked.
Lucille flipped her body around so Leona could perform the same service for her. She sighed when she felt the girl's tongue on her body.
Passions grew more and more feverish and tongues covered more and more area.
The first time Lucille's tongue touched Leona's cunt-lips it sent a delightful twinge of joy through each body. Leona was quick to reciprocate and for what seemed an eternity both tongues darted feverishly in and out of the other's cunt.
As both of them struggled for their mutual climax, they licked deeper, sucked on cuntal lips with more fervor, and fondled asses with greater ardor. Tongues struggled desperately to suck up any and all fluid that appeared and cunts squeezed out all the fluid they could manufacture.
Lucille first detected a sharp quiver in Leona's ass and knew an orgasm was about to be hers to taste. Not wishing to be left out of the tremendous moment, she demanded that her cunt join in with its. own come.
As Leona's orgasm came closer and closer to reality, she sucked on Lucille's cunt-lips with greater and greater zeal. This was just what Lucille needed. A violent tremor began deep in her groin and rapidly spread throughout her body.
Reacting to the intense sucking from Leona's lips, Lucille's orgasm suddenly exploded deep within her and Leona tasted rivers of creamy juices as they poured from Lucille's vibrating cunt.
The warm, wonderful fluid pouring into her waiting mouth so excited Leona that her own orgasm burst forth in gushes, flooding Lucille's mouth to the point she couldn't swallow or contain it all. Cunt-juice dripped out over her chin and down her throat.
Chapter Four
As the two girls neared their mutual end, Bordon decided he had had enough. He slipped from the apartment and went down to a bar. The best in town were supposed to either work there or hand around.
It was loaded but with very little that created any interest in his nuts. Trimly jutting breasts and gracefully swaying hips undulated everywhere.
It was shift-changing time for the bar girls. The girls of the day were going off and the ladies of the night were coming on. He ordered a drink to watch the change.
The women coming on were altogether an older, rounder, sexier-looking bunch than the girls they were replacing. Their low-necked dresses were lower and their tight blouses were tighter.
Bordon glanced over at a young, blonde-haired stud sitting next to him at the bar.
One girl was rubbing his leg and another was playing with his balls through his pants. His face was getting red and he was beginning to squirm on his stool. He looked down and saw that two women were trying to get his fly undone.
Bordon glanced up in the mirror and saw a girl under a table unzipping a man's trousers and taking his hard out into the open. The man reached down and tucked a twenty into the ample valley between her tits and patted her on the head.
Delicate lips and an active tongue traced the length of the man's cock and then took it completely into her throat. The man scooted down and shoved his hips forward to give the girl greater access to his cock.
The girl lapped and sucked with such pleasure and power that a cold sweat broke out on the man's forhead. Suddenly his legs twitched and it was obvious that his balls were dumping a huge wad of sticky come directly into the girl's waiting mouth.
She swallowed it without even taking the cock from her mouth and calmly wiped it off with the tablecloth. Then she stuffed it back in his pants and without even bothering to zip his fly, moved on down the room.
"Weird," said the blonde stud beside Bordon.
Bordon looked over at him. Another girl was on her knees between his legs performing the same service for him, right there on the bar stool.
"Weird," Bordon agreed, and slid off the stool without even bothering to finish his drink.
He'd seen enough. He had to laugh. What was going on upstairs in his apartment was little more than what was going on in the bar.
He started to leave the bar when he saw a door that he had never seen before. He knocked.
It opened. Her hair, black as a raven's feather, hung to her shoulders and seemed to whisper intoxication when she moved her head.
"Good evening. I will seat you. You may buy me a drink or dance, if you wish. I live upstairs and 1*11 be through with my work here very shortly."
"What do you do when you're through with your work?"
"Sometimes I take a friend upstairs for another drink."
"Sounds fine," Bordon said.
A band played. The dark-haired woman led him to a table situated in a booth behind several potted palms. He sat down.
Across from him what looked like a waterfall fell over twenty or more women who danced with only a few beads for clothes.
Bordon was intrigued. A waiter appeared and took a drink order. At first he didn't feel or notice the hand that had slipped beneath the table to fondle and caress his crotch.
He smiled at the beautiful girl beside him and she smiled suggestively back at him, shifting her ass slightly in the chair and moving closer to him. He slid closer to her. The zipper of his fly opened silently and her warm hand was soon inside his trousers, searching.
By the time the drinks came, she had extracted his rapidly erecting cock.
"What's your name?" Bordon asked.
"Does it matter?"
"Not really," Bordon replied.
"Then pick one," she answered, running one of her hands deftly up and down his cock while lifting her drink to her lips with the other.
"How about Sam?" Bordon said.
"Sam?"
"For a name ... for you, I mean," Bordon said.
"Sam is fine," she replied. "Call me Sam. You have a nice cock."
"Do you do this for all your customers?"
"Not all ... not ever, only the handsome ones. And if they don't have nice cocks they don't get by this table."
"And me?"
"You will probably go far," she said, absently stuffing his erection back in his pants and deftly zipping him up. "Everybody who knocks on the Door Of Love gets satisfied ... in one way or another. It's just that some get a little more than others."
"The Door Of Love, huh? Yeah, well, I think I've been around this track before. A ... do you take credit cards?" Bordon asked sarcastically. "I didn't bring your kind of cash. Let's see ... I would say you go for about a hundred ... right?"
"Mr. Haskins ... wrong. More like five hundred, when I go. But for you it will be nothing. You see I own the place ... I can make my own rules."
The fact that she knew and used his name bothered him but as they drank and watched the show he dismissed it as pure chance. It was probably her business to know the names and faces of every guy in town who could afford her.
A group of dancers slithered in and out of the waterfall. As they moved, more and more clothing disappeared until they were totally naked.
The dance they performed got more and more heated and built to a final crescendo. The lights went out.
"Would you like to walk me up to my room now?" Sam said.
"I think," he replied, setting his glass on the table and adjusting the hard-on in his pants as he stood up, "that would be a marvelous idea."
She led him through a red velvet curtain at the back of their booth. As they walked Bordon could see cubicles along the sides. She continued on down the hall to a staircase leading up to another floor.
The landing above was lined with paintings, and the floor was covered with a soft carpet runner. He followed her until she stopped and opened a door.
Inside, her bedroom was large and also nicely furnished. The door of her closet stood open and he could see it was full of expensive clothes.
She turned and faced him. "You are a very handsome man. I want you to fuck me now."
"Anywhere you want it, honey."
"Take your clothes off! We'll bathe first."
Her clothes melted from her slim body and she stood before him, beckoning from the door of the bathroom.
Her breasts hung like melons, sweet, rigid with firmness. Her narrow waist promised to be agile and the blossom of her hips left no question that all the mysteries of womanhood were contained in the thick, dark bush that lay dripping between her thighs.
Bordon dropped his pants and his cock stood at a crazy angle in erection from his body.
"C'mon," she said, laughing at his sudden indecision.
"I'm coming ... Pm coming."
"I don't mean your cock ... I mean you," she said, laughing and walked toward him. She reached out to grasp the throbbing prick with both hands. With each throb of his cock, her eyes seemed to glow with a brighter passion.
Bordon started to take a step toward the bathroom, but she stopped him. Her long-lashed heavy eyelids drooped and she lowered her head slowly toward the throbbing head of his erect cock.
Bordon Haskins watched her head descend.
Her lips brushed the tip of his cock. Then the delicate ring of her ruddy, red iips closed over the head and with a gentle sucking sound she worked it around in her mouth.
In seconds Bordon's cock stood straight and stiff, throbbing and oozing the juices of lust. It was ready for any action that came along.
"Bath?" he asked.
For an answer she lowered herself to her knees between his legs and took the whole head of his prick wetly into her mouth. The twin erections of her dark nipples poked heatedly at his surging thighs. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and then, just once, she lowered her long slender neck completely and took the entire length of his prick deep into her throat.
Then she stood, his cock bouncing a fraction of an inch in front of her belly. She closed her hand tightly around the shaft of his cock _ for just an instant, released it, and turned to disappear into the bathroom.
Bordon followed after her.
Hot, scented water was tumbling into a tub the size of a Roman bath.
"I've got one hell of a hard-on," he mumbled behind her.
"And I've got one wet, fucking cunt," she said.
She started to step into the tub, but stopped at the edge. Then, suddenly as though she was overcome with passion, she threw herself to the floor on her back. She snapped her heels up tight against her buttocks and spread her legs.
"Jesus," Bordon said as he stared down at her.
The raging pinkness of her cunt, soaking already with her love juices, spread wide before .his ogling eyes.
Bordon licked his lips and dropped to all fours between her legs. His lips kissed her slick smooth cunt and she arched her back, grinding her hairy cuntal lips against his mouth and the darting, loving tip of his tongue.
She reached down between her legs and found the head of his cock. Vigorously she massaged it as slickly as his tongue pounded and stroked her seething, wet, rigid clitoris.
He started to shift his hips around where she could once again have his throbbing cock in her mouth.
"No, luv," she sighed. "We'll sixty-nine later, right now I want that big fucker in my pussy. I want to feel it clear up to my throat. You got me real hot, baby, now fuck me. FUCK ME!"
Bordon lifted his head and kissed his way across the pulpy mound of her loving cunt, stroked her scented navel and at last found his way to her tits. He bit and tugged at her nipples as her torso writhed and squirmed beneath him. His tongue stroked across her nipples and she bucked in agonized joy against him.
"You want it, baby, you want my cock?"
"Feed it into me, lover, And when you do, feed it fast ... with a good hard, rattling jolt that will tear off the top of may fucking head! Damn what a cock you got!"
She squealed the urgent squeal of a woman trying to get something up into an emptiness that had been felt for a long time. She bucked up and her bare crotch came up tight and wet against his belly. The taut mound of her lower abdomen squeezed the head of his cock back against his own navel.
Raising his ass, he drew back on his haunches and the long stiff shaft of his cock ran down her abdomen. The head tickled through the outer lips of her cunt and red-hot flesh of his prick was suddenly smothered by the steaming wetness of her vagina.
He lunged forward, ripping and reaming into that heat of her cock-loving pussy. His cock sank into her cunt.
The head of his cock burned like it was on fire. It was a signal of mounting orgasm. He couldn't stop his first come as he poured forth his juice into her in great sopping waves.
And still he fucked as he felt her cuntal wall collide with the hard head of his cock and her first come answered his.
Still they continued to fuck there on the bathroom floor and then without uncoupling they slid over the edge of the sunken tub into the warm-scented water.
His cock began its in-out pounding as she groaned and writhed her hard nipples against his chest. A newly awakened ring of heat formed in her cunt and transmitted itself along the base of his cock. She wiggled. He twisted and they again found themselves on the bare floor of the bath.
"Let's get in the bed," she groaned.
"Should we dry off first?"
"Fuck it__let's go. Hurry, move!" she hissed.
"I want you."
They lay in bed on their stomachs and made a tent of the sheet as they looked at each other in the cast from a dim red bulb that hung over the bed.
The lucious pinkness of her dark-tipped breasts called to him from beneath the sheets. She rolled over and both breasts poked pinkly toward him.
His cock throbbed. Using her teeth, she bit a strong ring of pain around the head that seemed to stoke his balls again.
As her head went all the way over his cock, he dove into the warm wetness of her snatch. His tongue sank to its core and he hollowed his cheeks to suck the very life from her body.
He stiffened. He gave all his attention suddenly to her mouth on his cock. He could hardly believe it, but he was at the point of going off again.
She had both arms around his buttocks. Her thumb brushed his asshole. His hips rose and fell, jamming his cock into her throat. At her touch, his asshole flew open, receiving her plunging thumb. The surprise of her thumb, jabbing deeply into his rectum, was more than his testicles could take.
With a terrible jerk, he shot his semen into her mouth and she jammed even harder into his asshole with her thumb and added a finger. His balls poured more than their usual load of spunk into her swallowing, tugging mouth. "
He stiffened over her mouth; her Bps"working hard and fast around his cock, sucking the last drop of cum from his deleted balls.
He poured semen into her; her throat contracted trying to get air along with the come. He fucked her head in short, jamming strokes; her thumb was firmly anchored in his asshole. He felt her thumb move in a circle inside his rectum, driving the sensitive nerves there to howling happiness.
Suddenly, he realized she was also coming. His chin was sopping wet. Quickly he darted his tongue like a spoon into her pussy and began to lap her sweet juices into his belly.
Then they fucked again. Then he took her in the ass, then back in the mouth. Dawn was coming over the edge of the partially pulled blinds when at last he reluctantly pulled himself from her heaving body and took a shower.
When he returned, she had laid out a complete breakfast. He ate like a man starved and dressed quickly.
She escorted him to the door.
"What's your real name?" Bordon asked.
"Does it really matter?"
"No ... I guess not," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Again some time?"
"I think not ..." she said, smiling. "It wouldn't be the same a second time ... it never is."
He nodded and left.
Back in his apartment he strolled immediately through the living room and into the bedroom. There was no trace of Lucille Reeder.
Leona was sleeping peacefully under the thin cover of a sheet. She was on her side. He pulled the sheet from her body, leaving her nude and vulnerable. He slapped her, hard, across the upturned buttock leaving a long, red welt where his hand had been.
"Hey," she screamed, sitting bolt upright. "What the fuck ..."
"Get up!" he said, pulling his clothes off and digging in a closet and some drawers for a fresh set.
"Where the hell have you been all night?"
"Getting fucked ... two ways," he replied.
"Oh?"
"That's right. Get up, I said."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means get up," he said, crossing to the bed and winding his hands in her hair. He jerked her high in the air and set her down on the floor. "And get out, all the way out!"
"Owww ... that tile's cold on my feet."
"It'll be colder on your ass. Pack!"
"I don't'get it."
"You knew the rules when I hired you. I told you again when you moved in here. I don't share anyone or anything with anybody once its mine. There's five hundred in that envelope and a plane leaving every hour for somewhere. Get a ticket for as far as that will take you ... one-way."
"Fuck you," she said, standing defiantly before him as he started to cross to the door.
He reached down and grabbed her pubic muff. He lifted and twisted at the same time, bringing her body up on its toes and a scream of pain from her throat.
"Leona?"
"What?"
She looked directly into his icy eyes and realized that for the first time since she had met him she was seeing the real Bordon Haskins.
It was the most frightening moment of her entire life.
"When I get back here tonight I want you gone ... long gone. If you're not, I'll kill you ... it's as simple as that."
He released her.
"It was Lucille," Leona whimpered from the floor. "She started the whole thing and you were never around. I was getting bored. I needed some action. It was Lucille."
"But you didn't say no."
She tried a different tack. "Lucille set you up with me, right from the very beginning that night in Alfs apartment. I was supposed to tell her everything you were doing."
"I know," Bordon said.
"You know? Well, what are you gonna do about her?"
"Probably see if I can get her a raise ... she's a smart broad."
Bordon punched the intercom on his desk.
"Locate Miss Reeder and have her come right into my office as soon as possible, and I don't want to be disturbed when she arrives."
"She's already arrived, Mr. Haskins."
He whirled.
She was standing in the doorway dressed in a plain tweed suit that hid all the lushness he had seen the previous night in bed with Leona in his apart- ment.
"Close the door and sit down!"
"Gladly."
When she was comfortable, seated across the desk from him, he started. "How much do you know? ... How much did you find out from Leona?"
"Enough ... I think. I know how you got rid of everybody. I know about your bank accounts, and I know about your stocks."
"That's enough ... I thought you would," he said, and smiled. "You're clever."
"So are you," she said. "Just how far do you plan to go?"
"All the way."
"How do you plan on getting through Harry Beldon?"
"I won't have to. He's heavily in debt, with a lot of money borrowed on his Geneva stock. He has several notes coming due in three months ... from Thursday to be exact."
"I already know about those."
"Do you have Geneva stock, Lucille?"
"Quite a bit."
"Then three months from today ... sell it."
"But it's at thirty-seven," she said.
"It will go down to around three before we buy it back ... after those notes come due."
They smiled.
"You'll need a new secretary," she said.
"I'll find one."
"You've just hired me," she said.
"I don't think so."
She dropped a packet on the desk and exited. He opened it and found eight-by-ten glossies of his whole scene with Sam the previous evening.
Laughing, he pushed the intercom button.
"Yes?"
"Where are the negatives?"
"In your top drawer," she replied. "They cost me five-hundred bucks."
"She was worth every penny of it," Bordon said.
As in most rumors there is bound to be someJ portion of fact. Such was the case of Harry and
Verna Beldon. Harry had a lot of things on his mind. He worked too hard and too long, and he was away a good deal of the time.
And if there was one thing Verna couldn't take it was neglect and a lack of cock. The word got around that she was moving; bar to bar, man to man, even a woman or two.
Bordon knew about most of it. That was why he wasn't too overly surprised when he answered his door one evening and found Verna standing in his doorway more beautiful than ever in a pair of emerald green lounging pajamas and a mink coat. The clinging material of the pajamas heightened every graceful line of her perfect body.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
"Drink?"
"Scotch ... one rock," she said. "It's been a long time." There was a strange rasp in her voice and Bordon guessed that she had been drinking heavily before getting up the courage to come up to his apartment.
"Yeah. But I remember," he replied, crossing the room and handing her the drink.
"You do? I thought you never remembered."
"I remembered you. Where's Harry?"
"Where he always is ... drinking in his club to forget his financial problems."
"What would he do if he found you here?" Bordon asked.
"Probably cry and beg me not to come here again," she said. "What would you do?" "Kill you."
They put their glasses down and came together. The kiss was long and lingering. "You should never have married him." "I know," she replied. "But I did ... " "But now you're here." "Yes ... and I don't think you want me to go."
"I'm trying to decide," he said.
They finished their drinks in silence, awkwardly staring at each other.
"Again?" he asked, holding up his own empty glass and reaching for hers.
"Same," she nodded.
Bordon moved to the bar and mixed a second round. When he turned back to her, he was numbed in his tracks.
Verna's lounging pajamas were unbuttoned in an ever-widening vee down to the navel. She pulled the outfit down her arms.
She let the silken garment fall around her ankles then, with a mock shyness she turned away from Bordon and bent over to pick it up.
He became very aware of a growing bulge in his pants as the full, beautifully shaped curves of her buttocks were revealed to him. He had a view of the tiny concealing strip of white nylon panties creased tightly in the narrow crevice of her ass from her doubled-over position, and he noticed the flimsy fabric remained tucked up in there when she stood up again and neatly hung the pajamas over a chair.
His eyes locked on that delicious joggling ass as she walked away from him.
In his mind's eye he could see, almost taste, the little pink bud of her pussy.
Just the thought was enough to give him such a hard-on that he doubted he could keep it in his pants. He didn't want her to notice just how much he did want her, but he was certain she would. When she returned, she gave him an unabashed once-over that seemed to linger interminably around the throbbing mound hidden under the material of his trousers.
Those tits.
That ass.
He was shaking.
Verna continued her strip, as unashamed as though it were a daily occurrence. And it probably was, Bordon thought, since Harry had fallen to pieces both in and out of bed.
He wondered what it would be like, being married to a woman like this.
When he glanced down, he realized that he had already finished his first drink. He crossed again to the bar and poured a straight shot of booze. He leaned his cock up^ against the cool side of the ice tray chest.
Anything, he thought, just to ease the monstrous erection that was about to pop through the seams of his pants. He pushed it down with his hand when she glanced away. Easing the thickening hot shaft through the leg opening in his shorts, he let it slide down his thigh.
She was seated now on the sofa, the enormous bulging mounds of her breasts barely contained in the taut, straining confines of a thin bra. She wore nothing else but her thin panties, and they had narrowed from her movements into an inch-wide strip that hid only the pink furrow of her pussy. On either side of the panties several silky strands of her softly curling pubic hair poked teasingly out from under the nylon material.
Temptation was on the ends of her tits.
He studied her. He couldn't help it, her body would fascinate a dead man. Once, as she leaned to the side, he thought he could catch a glimpse of the moist hair-lined slit.
She met his eyes, smiled, and he drank.
He wanted this cunt. He wanted to take her, possess her; and he wanted to keep her.
Already his mind was including her in his great master plan.
He reached for her, his arm sliding in under her bent knees. He pulled her onto his lap, so her cunt was directly over his cock, and kissed her.
She trembled weakly as she watched him smile down at her, the laughter of male conquest mixed with a strange brand of unforgivingly cruelty in his eyes.
"I think you're a figment of my imagination," she said.
He got lightly to his feet and pulled her up behind him. "Then leave, baby."
She didn't move.
He turned her body toward his and fitted it into the curve of his as he began kissing her lightly about the throat and shoulder.
"Oh shit," she said, collapsing against him. Her arms closed around him and strained his body to hers.
"Remember," he sighed into her ear, "I'm only a figment of your imagination."
"Shut up," she said. "Shut up and fuck me!"
The even, rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing made her big, full breasts move up and down.
Bordon remembered those tits well. Their lips met in another kiss. He let his tongue play with hers. He felt the old stirrings begin to rise in his cock. He cupped one of her billowy breasts in his hand and squeezed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
There was an immediate response.
"You might as well get all these clothes off," she said.
He undressed quickly and returned to her arms.
The slightly pinkish tan nipples made the white of her bulging breasts seem even more white. He had forgotten how large and full her breasts were. Each flawless tit was the size of a melon with the shape of a perfect, hanging pear. Their weight pulled them slightly down, but still they were so firm.
Below the tits, as they swung slightly with the rhythm of her movement was the white, perfect stretch of skin that covered her flat stomach. It gathered and swelled downwards into the soft vee of her pussy.
Bordon's nostrils twitched with the heated smell of lust that had come into the room. Staring at her tits, he pushed her down until they both lay, side by side, on the soft carpet.
He moved his hand lightly over her body, allowing it to roam the soft, dark cleft between her legs. He found his way between the lush hairs of her cunt. He pushed and glided along until he reached the soft folds at the very top of her straining pussy-lips. He found that she was already excited just by his presence and the touching of their bodies. The soft skin just inside her cuntal lips was already soaked with the juices of her desire and lust. Two of his fingers slid into the eager crack.
He found her clit and rubbed it lightly to hardness. He moved back down to her hole and re-entered the vagina. Around and around he poked and probed in the damp interior of her cunt until he was sure that she was wild with desire; the desire to replace those fingers with his cock.
Her cunt was lubricating freely and the inside of her pussy was becoming a slippery, velvet-like patch of pure animal heat.
"Oh God, oh darling, fuck me!" she cried. "Give me that big cock of yours and ream out my snatch with it good, my baby."
He persisted in fingering her cunt. He worked it back up to her clit. Each time he ran his fingers over the bump of her clitoris rippling convulsions would course over the smooth flesh of her belly in surges of lusting fury.
Her strong legs stretched. They twisted and kicked with the intensity of her spasms. Then it seemed as though she could hold it no longer. Her whole body became a crying, heaving mass of desire-ridden flesh.
With the strength of ten and the needing lust of twenty, she rolled over on top of him and before he could object or co-operate she had position his willing cock at the entrance to her hole and jammed downward with all her power.
His cock slid to the hilt in the lushness of her body and he could feel her hips and buttocks settle down over him.
"Oh year, oh fuck yes!" she screamed, pounding up and down on his prick in sexual bliss and wildness. "This is it ... this is all of it. Bordon, you don't know, you may never know just how much I need cock! I love dick, and I need it all the time ... I mean all the fucking time I need it!"
"You got it, baby," he groaned, trying his best to match the wild rhythms of her churning cunt.
"Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
There was a silly smile of total self-satisfaction on her face as she pound and ground her cunt over his driving cock. She clxmg like a parasite to him. She was a wild fuck and he was determined to get it all.
He caught fire himself.
Writhing and hurtling about under her, he was able to give a mighty kick of his leg and roll her over onto her side, and from there to her back.
"Yes ... FUCK ME!" she screamed.
Pushing himself up off the floor with his hands, he bore down into her with aggravated fury. Mercilessly he pounded his meat up and down into the gooey softness of her writhing cunt.
The damp velvet folds of Vema's cunt were taking a beating, a beating that she obviously loved. He looked at her face and saw that she was transported. It was like she was no longer in the same room with him. She was in some heaven of her own where only a cock in her cunt made any sense or any reason.
Still the press of his flesh into hers did not cease. Up and down he ground his cock into her as if he were trying to tear her insides from the rest of her body.
She only loved it more. "Yes, hurt me you prick, you son-of-a-bitch! Hurt my cunt with your cock! Hurt me bad ... I LOVE IT!"
Verna was marking his back, his sides, and his buttocks with her fingernails. It felt like bloody rivulets were forming where they gouged and cut into his skin.
Her breath was coming in huge gasps. It seemed as though she could barely get enough air for survival. She was on the very edge of a huge, convulsive orgasm.
His own cock was throbbing with the intensity of the fuck.
A great, racking sob burst from her throat like a growl as she felt his cock leave her cunt. Her teeth chattered and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her back arched under him as if she wanted to touch her heels to her head. Her cunt opened even wider with the movement until Bordon's cock slid into her again. Even further than the first time it went into the greedy pussy until it came up against the smooth wall of her cervix.
Still he pressed further, accelerating the mad beat of his own strokes as wave after wave of fantastic stimulation passed over and through the woman's writhing body.
She came and then again, one burst of pussy juice after another shooting from her cunt and flooding the skin of his thighs and balls.
Bordon again withdrew his dripping prick and rolled her over onto her face.
"Now I'm really going to fuck you," he gasped.
"Yes!" she shouted. "I want that too ... I want it all. Shove your cock up my fucking asshole!"
"I'll ream your shitter like it's never been reamed before, baby."
"Shut up and do it ... fuck me, God damnit, fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
He spread the cheeks of her ass wide, then wider. Powerfully he thrust his inflamed prick up against her puckered rear hole.
Once.
Twice.
And on the third stroke he slid his prick in past the brown ring of her asshole and entered her pulsating rectum.
Beneath him, she was stuffing her cunt with her own fist while he was filling her ass. It looked as if she would do herself some harm, she was pulling and twisting her cunt so hard.
"I'm gonna come," he hissed. "I can feel it starting in my fucking balls!"
"No," she shouted. "Don't dump it in my ass! I want it in my pussy ... in my cunt. I want all your sweet cream in my pussy ... my pussy ... my pussy!"
"Roll over," he gasped.
He pulled his prick from her asshole and she quickly flipped her body over and again impaled herself, clear to his balls, on his cock.
He was right on the edge of it now. Just a few more strokes and he would be there.
And suddenly it was there.
Her hungry pussy drank him down in great globs. It seemed as if she would suck his belly out the head of his cock, her cunt milked and sucked so hard on him. He felt the strong suck and pull of her cuntal muscles straining his cock as he closed his eyes and let the fireworks go off in his mind.
Chapter Five
Bordon, when it came to Vema, lost all control.
He loved everything about her; her mind, her body, her face. For him she was the total woman. Only two things, in his lifestyle, didn't change.
He still desired total and sole possession and he still had the driving, all consuming ambition that drove him to be richer, more powerful, and more influential than any man he knew.
In the months that followed that evening in the apartment, Verna made almost daily trips across town and Bordon somehow found time to join her.
They made no secret of their affair and soon Harry Beldon was the laughing stock of both his personal friends and his business associates.
He cared, but he was also so immersed in the pursuit of personal survival that he put off doing anything about it. He told himself that when the notes were settled and he was out of the financial woods, back on his feet with secure wealth and power, he would then settle with both Verna and Bordon Haskins.
Bordon became closer to Lucille Reeder. He worked almost everything through her and she performed without a single flaw.
They spaced the sale of the stocks over two sessions of the exchange and through several of their foreign outlets they leaked releases to the press that created a great deal of doubt in the minds of investors concerning the health of Geneva Aviation and the ability of Harry Beldon as its leader.
The stock slipped slowly at first but it fell faster and faster until it seemed there would be no bottom.
On the evening of the second day, with his notes already hours past due, Harry Beldon got the message from his creditors. He was ruined. He had nothing tangible left now but the house, the cars, the furniture, and his wife, Verna.
All but Vema he could sell; Verna, it seemed had already sold herself.
He had already been drinking heavily. It was a chore for him just to reach and dial the telephone as he held the instrument to his ear with a trembling hand.
"Bordon?"
"Yes."
"Harry Beldon here.'You heard about the stock, my broker says it will be down to two and one-half by sometime tomorrow morning."
"Yes ... but I think with some reorganization we can salvage things. Things inside the company itself, that is."
"I need some cash, Bordon. I know you have it," Harry said.
"Well, Harry, I'd like to help." Bordon replied, "but your position at this time ... well, frankly it's pretty shaky. You'll have to admit, Harry, friendship's one thing, but business is another."
"You're a son-of-a-bitch, Bordon."
"That's probably quite true, Harry. What do you plan to do?"
"I don't know quite yet," Beldon replied, "but 1*11 think of something. By reorganization I suppose you mean a new chairman of the board?"
"Yes ... I think that's in order," Bordon said.
"So you've done it," Beldon said, almost to himself. "You've got my job and you've got my company."
"It looks that way, Harry."
"Well, you don't have it all ... you don't have my heritage and you don't have my wife."
"Your heritage, Harry __ you can keep.
Good-night, Harry."
Harry looked up.
She was posed in the doorway, her nude body shimmering in the moonlight streaming through the window behind her.
Even though he had drunk enough to make two men pass out, the sight of Verna's young, beautiful, naked body made his legs tremble and his hand shake.
How like the woman of every man's dream; or, at least, the woman every man thinks he wants, when he thinks of women. Harry saw her as she was; a beautiful, awe-inspiring, fuckable, monstrous bitch.
And still he loved and worshipped her.
She moved toward him, a sensuous catlike grace enveloping the tanned splendor of her lean young body. Her pink-tipped breasts swayed rhythmically, firm and full, nipples pointing upward. Her flat belly flowing into the thatch of curling pubic hair that covered and accentuated the full, wide lushness of her lovely pussy.
To what'ends will a man go for a woman, thought Harry. He will sell out his future, his best friend, his integrity, and even his soul for the love, the lust, and the body of a beautiful woman.
For Harry Beldon still loved and lusted for this woman who did everything to destroy that love. He knew that if he didn't have the money to give the woman everything she wanted, when she wanted it, she would cease to give him what he wanted, what he needed, and she would leave him.
He slumped to a chair, his shoulders sagging, as he watched her nude body move toward him.
He thought about the cruel years of their marriage.
Vema was all that was lust, passion, desire, and sex. For days at a time, early in their marriage, they would stay nude in the house, raping each other at the slightest provocation.
Harry had bought hundreds of dollar's worth of sex films, instruments such as dildos, ticklers, and anything else that would keep their bodies aroused to sexual peaks in order to constantly continue and revel in their sex play.
As the marriage grew, so did her desires and needs. Eventually she had forced Harry to take her on business trips with him. Hotels in other cities became the centers for organized orgies with men and women she would pick up in bars.
Harry came to hate it. He also feared it. He wanted her all to himself. But one man, one woman, or even ten wasn't enough for Verna.
When Kitty, his niece, had returned to live with them, Harry thought that out of sheer decency Verna would make some effort to stifle her wildness.
Indeed it only became far worse.
With Kitty in the house, Verna began to feel trapped. She started wanting more and more of everything; more freedom, more money to spend, more variety in her life, and more sex.
When she couldn't get it, she started drawing Kitty into her life. She even told Harry that Kitty was no longer a virgin. She had fucked Bordon Haskins before she and Harry were married.
Harry had promised his sister to watch over and care for Kitty as if the girl were his only child. He couldn't bear for anything to happen to the girl and exposing her to Verna was the worst thing he could possibly imagine happening to her.
But she didn't know for the life of him what to do about it.
One evening Kitty came home early from a friend's party to find Harry and Verna on the living-room floor. Harry was in ecstasy. He lay beneath his wife watching his hands pound one dildo into her cunt and a second, even larger one, into her ass, while his own cock was balls deep in her throat.
He didn't know how long Kitty had been watching them, but when he finally saw her he was aghast. The young girl stood above them, her eyes wide with fascination at the sight before her.
She had pulled her skirt to her waist and pushed her panties down to her knees. She was massaging the tender, white insides of her thighs and clawing through the hairy, soft labia of her pulsing cunt.
Harry's body froze in horror. He pushed Verna from him and tried to cover his nakedness with part of a throw rug.
Verna's head jerked from his cock. She looked up to see Kitty and smiled. It was a wicked smile of perverse joy. Instead of trying to cover her own nude body, his wife rolled to her back and duplicated Kitty's motions on herself, massaging her matted pussy and inserting her fingers into the wet, red, juice-dripping slit of her gaping cunt.
"Verna. For God's sake stop it! Stop it now!"
Harry shouted, shifting his eyes from his wife to his niece and back again, fascinated even though he was shocked and fearful.
"Why, Harry?" Vema said, only increasing her manipulations, pulling and stretching open her cunt-lips, urging Kitty to do the same to her own pussy. "Look at her, Harry. She's beautiful. And already she knows. She's going to love it, just like I love it. She's going to be just like me."
"No!" Harry shouted, trying to move between them.
"Yes," the woman screamed back at him, a satanic gleam in her eyes. "Yes. Look at her, Harry! Look at her! Admit it, Harry, she's almost ready. Wouldn't you like to fuck her, Harry. Right now? Admit it, you'd like to stick your cock inside that young, tender pussy, wouldn't you?"
Against his will Harry looked at his niece and, indeed, saw all that his wife saw. It terrified him so much that he ran from the room.
But Verna wouldn't stop. She encouraged Kitty to sneak into their rooms at night and watch them as they went through the long hours of sucking and fucking each other.
Many times Harry came home and found his wife carefully instructing Kitty in the ways of sex; sex as Verna knew and loved it. Finally he could take it no more. He beat her and threatened to do even more if it happened again.
It was inevitable that Kitty would eventually leave. He just came home one day to find her car gone and her closets empty.
"She says she isn't coming back," Verna told him.
It didn't seem to effect Verna in the least. In the weeks that followed, Harry even suspected that Verna was glad the younger girl had departed. But it became more and more difficult for Harry. He began to lose sleep. He couldn't eat. It was hard for him to concentrate on work.
He needed her and wanted her back in order to erase the guilt he felt at her leaving. Also he was made more uncomfortable by Verna's excursions into the city to look for sex.
She also began mocking and teasing him with her body. She would wear shorts and halters and sometimes only a part of a bikini. In the evenings, as they would watch television together, the few times she would be staying home, she would lay on the sofa across from him in highly erotic positions. Sometimes she would move just so and a large, rose-tipped breast would pop into view above her halter.
Or she would sit just right so that he could clearly see the molded pattern of her cunt-lips through the material, and the curling beauty of her pubic hair around the sides of her panties.
And when he was suddenly around, she would plead a headache or an upset stomach and go to bed alone.
And still Harry Beldon was bewitched by her. He couldn't live without her nor did he want to.
Her voice brought him back to the present and the reality of her scented, nude body standing directly in front of him. The softly curling hairs of her cunt lay a scant inch from his quivering nostrils.
"Will you be able to pay off the notes?" she asked, a hardness in her tone.
"I don't know," he replied, feeling the perspiration pop out in beads along his forehead. He leaned slightly forward, the musky sweet odor of her crotch filling his nostrils.
She placed her hands on the back of his head and pulled until his nose was imbedded in her patch.
"Lick it!" she said. "Lick my cunt and suck all the fucking, sweet juices from it, Harry! Lick the juices from my cunt that you love so much! That's it, Harry. Suck it good, real goddam good! Remember how it smells and how it tastes, Harry. Do that, Harry, and then tell me that nothing is going to change. Nothing is, is it, Harry? The house, the cars, the money, and the sex? It's not going to change is it, Harry?"
Her words soured his mind and made the blood of fear pound in his temples.
He started to pull away from her, but found himself helpless. He flicked his tongue out and caressed the soft, rubbery lips of her pussy. Then he moved it into her slit, up and down, up and down, rolling the juices from her warm pussy around on his tongue, savoring them before he let them flow down his throat.
I'll do it, he thought, somehow I'll convince them I can pay.
I'll do it, I'll do it.
Across town, in his apartment, Bordon Haskins poured champagne into two glasses. He handed one to Lucille Reeder.
"A toast?"
"Definitely," she replied.
"To success."
"To wealth," she said.
"To power, Lucille. It's the only thing that matters."
"I know," she said, raising her lips from the rim of the glass. "How well I know. How long do you think it will take?"
"A year to do it all if Harry insists on fighting it and trying to hang on."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Two months ... three at the outside."
"You're a dangerous man, Bordon Haskins; I'm glad I'm on your side."
"And you're a dangerous woman, Lucille. I'm glad you decided to join my side."
"What about Verna?"
"What about her?"
"What will happen to her?" Lucille asked.
"Nothing," he replied. "I plan on marrying her very soon."
"May I say something?"
"Of course."
"You're a hard man, Bordon. I can see it in you because I'm the same type of person. She's a chink in your armor... there's no place in your life for marriage and love and all that shit... at least not love like the common man knows it. Sex yes ... but love, no. She'll do to you what she's done to Harry Beldon, I can feel it."
He started to get angry. Then he saw genuine concern in her eyes and thought about it.
"I can take care of Verna, Lucille. Don't worry about it."
"Well, don't ever say that I didn't warn you," Lucille said, shrugging, as the telephone started ringing behind the bar.
"Hello? ... Yes, it's done ... He's finished. We're having a little drink to celebrate. Why don't you come on over."
He replaced the receiver and poured another glass of champagne.
"That was her," Bordon said. "She's going to spend the night with him ... kind of a final Viking voyage before he goes up in flames."
Harry Beldon stirred in the chair and fought to bring his mind and his body to wakefulness. He floated slowly but surely back into a drunken slumber.
He was awakened again by her hand on his shoulder, shaking him.
"You were having a nightmare," she said, standing above him.
Slowly, his eyes focused. Her robe was hanging completely open and the light from the lamp danced over her body. Her breasts hung heavy, yet firm just above his face, tantalizing him. The dark cleft of her pussy was so clear to his view that he could almost smell and taste the sweet aromas that he knew must be wafting from her cuntal lips.
She moved. She sat beside him on the sofa, not bothering to cover the swollen breast that seemed to leap out at him, its nipple distended and quivering before his eyes. She leaned on him, her hand resting on his cock.
Each tiny movement of her body, as she rubbed against him, caused more and more blood to pound in his temples and surge into the head of his already throbbing cock.
"God, I love you," he said, his eyes resting on the twin marvels of her huge, swollen breasts.
"I'll be leaving in the morning, Harry. I mean for good."
"Ill be able to straigliten out this whole mess in a week, Verna. You'll see. And then it will be just like it always was. You'll see." He attempted a smile.
"I hope you won't contest the divorce, Harry. Bordon and I would like to get married as soon as we possibly can."
This time he didn't answer her. He lay back, his eyes misting and his body lapsing into some kind of a catatonic state.
She stood. "I'll be upstairs, Harry. I'll be in the bed waiting for you... naked. It's the last time ... the last night, Harry."
She walked from the room and mounted the stairs. As she moved, she let the robe trail off her shoulders. By the time she reached her bed she was totally nude with her skin rippling and ready.
She closed her eyes and saw Bordon's huge cock. She lay back on the bed. Her trembling thighs spread , in welcome acceptance to his enormous cock.
"I'm in the bed, Harry," she called. "It's getting ready for you, Harry."
She rolled over on her belly and felt the fullness of her tits spread beneath her body. She burrowed her hands down between her body and the bed and groped at the already excitedly pulsating lips of her cuntal lips.
Her legs scissored open, her toes dangled down over either side of the wide bed. She could feel her moist pussy palpitating hotly now against the tips of her fingers as they drew the narrow, hair-fringed furrow open. She could feel the cool air of the room hit her cunt as she exposed the inner vulva with its sopping folds.
"Harry," she called again. "Harry, I'm wet... my cunt is soaking wet, Harry ... come and take me and fuck me...eat me, Harry. God, I'm ready ... my pussy is ready!"
With a groan, she slowly, teasingly, sunk one of her middle fingers deep into the moistened slit of her cunt. She held her breath, relieved for the moment by having something in her hole. But it was only for a moment.
The more she fingered her cunt, the more the fire burned. Her pussy was intensely demanding more to feed its raw hunger. Carefully and slowly she worked in another finger, and then another, drawing her knees under and raising the rest of her body up in a kneeling position. Her buttocks were high in the air, shaking and writhing with the lust she felt in her cunt.
Up and down, up and down. The squeak of the bedsprings became more and more violent.
"Damnit Harry," she shouted, "where the fuck are you? Do you want it or not... do you want my pussy, Harry?"
She fisted her whole hand up into her cunt and started pounding the tender flesh like a wild woman. She was on the brink of orgasm when the explosion echoed throughout the whole house.
She rolled to her back and listened to the silence in the house for several moments. When the strange, unmistakable odor wafted up the stairs and reached her nostrils, she reached for the phone.
"Bordon?"
"Yes."
"Harry just shot himself."
"Call the police," he said calmly. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight, love."
"Goodnight."
Everything went well, almost too well. Bordon took over the firm with little or no opposition. The only stockholder who could possibly cause Bordon any problem besides Lucille, was Beldon's niece, Kitty.
She still retained a large chunk of stock and hadn't bothered to dump it when the price went down. By the time she arrived back in the country after Beldon's death, the stock had already started its rise again.
When Bordon offered to take it off her hands, she said she had been told by some very good cources not to sell.
"Let me take care of the kid," Lucille said.
"Do you think she'll swing that way ,.. ?" Bordon asked. "I did fuck her once, you know. And she liked it. She might like it again. In fact, I got the little cunt's cherry."
"I'll take care of it," Lucille insisted.
Bordon never learned how she did it, but did it-she did and he eased into the company as if he had been destined by God to take it over.
He and Verna waited a month before going through with their own marriage. In that month he threw himself into the business like a man possessed.
Verna bitched about the lack of attention she received during that time. He promised her that after the wedding he would spend more time with her.
They flew to Vegas for the wedding. Lucille was the maid of honor and Alf was his best man in a small, private ceremony.
The reception after the wedding was larger than the wedding itself. Everyone celebrated too much, including Bordon. Liquor, wine, and sex flowed like water throughout the room and eventually overflowed into the suites upstairs.
At last Bordon was able to get his bride alone.
"Everyone," he said, carefully starting to remove her clothes, "wanted you. You're beautiful, Verna. I'm proud of you."
"Then fuck me," she said. "Or I'll go find everyone."
"No, you won't... you won't ever do that," he said.
"Then don't ignore me!"
"I could never ignore you," he replied. "It's just business."
"I'm business," she said.
"You like what money can buy, don't you? Then I've got to make the money."
"And make me."
She had been drinking more than he thought.
"It's impossible to have time for everything, Verna," he said, suddenly realizing how much he was kow-towing to her and hating himself for it. He found himself unable to do anything about it. "You want it all, Verna. And nobody can have it all... not even me."
"Yes, they can ... I can," she said, weaving toward the bed. "Now let's fuck."
Bordon had his clothes off. The sight of her nude body on the bed inflamed him and reminded him how much he had been neglecting her.
Immediately both of them were lost in the heaping pillows covering the bed. Only the arched swell of a muscular, clenched pair of buttocks could be seen above the pillows, and a pair of trim, deliciously-tapered calves that were locked together in the hollow of his strong male back.
Verna's breasts were crushed under the strong hard muscles of his chest. Her moist, hungry lips locked in fierce passion with his, her probing, yearning tongue wormed between his teeth in a moaning, pleading cry as their nude forms ground together as one.
Verna was burning alive, every taut, strained fiber of her body was in flames from the agonizing inferno that was raging deep in her naked belly. An infernal need of sex and cock.
Her loins were searing hot, the flesh of her vagina quivered with the scalding heat that swirled madly inside its walls. She became a seething whirlpool of savage lust that threatened to envelop and consume her alive with its intensity.
Her buttocks were uplifted, her long, supple legs twisted together in a death-grip on his body. Between the warm, now-soaking soft flesh of her inner thighs, his long, desire-hardened cock lay nestled in the damp, hair-fringed crevice, waiting only for the quick, delicious snap of his hips to elevate it slightly and sink it into the soft, eager lips of her quivering pussy.
She kissed him again and again, biting his lips until he was sure that she would draw blood. She sucked his tongue into her own hungry mouth and urged him on with both words and actions.
"Please, darling, please ... please, now. Shove your beautiful, big, hard, pounding cock clear up into my cunt! Fill me with it!"
Her voice was nearly a whimper, soft and tender, more a plea than a demand. When he didn't comply with her wishes, however, it changed. It became harsh and commanding. It became an angry sword of vocal intensity as she screamed for him to fuck her.
Chapter Six
He lifted his head to look down at her face. His weight was light on her naked, squirming body.
Her eyes were narrowed as if she were some kind of lusting, warring animal rather than a flesh and blood female. Her flesh was rippling with desire.
Verna responded. With a quick movement she reached down between their bellies and grabbed the hard, pulsating length of his prick with her hand. Her fingers locked around the lust-swollen shaft and aimed it perfectly, fitting it deftly to the shimmering entrance to her clasping cunt.
She shivered at the feel of its touch against her naked, hungry cunt.
The engorged, blood-filled head of his cock brushed between her pussy-lips, parting the curling pubic hair and entering with a wet sucking sound as she ravenously pulled him into her.
"Oh yes, baby ... yes, yes, yes, my love, it's in me ... it's in real good, darling ... push, shove, push it hard, now, now, NOW, FUCK ME!"
Bordon obliged and shoved his cock to the hard hilt into her crazed cunt.
She went immediately insane with the joy of it, writhing and bucking her ass up over his cock.
"Easy ... easy, honey!" Bordon gasped. "Jesus, I'm gonna come like a fucking house afire if you keep that up.
"So am I," she gasped, pounding even harder. "Fuck you, Bordon! Cock me .. .just shut up and cock me good! Fuck, don't talk, FUCK!"
He couldn't hold it back. Her fury was just too much for his balls to take. He came in great floods and her cunt milked him.
But still she was far from satisfied. She flipped her body over on top of his and started the whole process over again. "Christ," he groaned. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," .she chanted. She was on her haunches above him now, with one knee on either side of his hips. She sat bolt upright with her hands on his chest to steady her movements.
He was only half hard but the sight of her beautiful thighs spread wide over his cock and her swaying tits dancing before his eyes and slapping the sides of his face quickly brought him back to the world of unabated lust.
She grasped his cock cruelly and pulled it to her. She jiggled forward and one of her breasts thrust itself wildly into his gasping mouth. Up came her hips to a poised position above his cock. She rocked from side to side and scalding juices from her pussy streamed over the shaft of his prick.
She's mad, utterly mad, Bordon thought, staring up into her crazed, sweating face.
Gradually her undulations took her downward until the underside of his cock was trapped along the furrow of her cunt and she could run it up and down her pussy, and jam her pelvic bone hard against it.
She scooted her knees forward to the base of his chest and applied more and more pressure until it almost became painful.
She ground and pumped her crotch into the-probing hardness of his cock. A devious, sensuous smile on her face.
She thrust forward with bone-jarring snaps of her pelvis.
She dropped herself on his cock. It disappeared far up into the dark, rippling flesh of her squirming hot cunt.
Bordon scissored upward, offering all the cock he had into her burning hole.
"Yes," she sighed, "that's the way to shove it into my fuck hole!"
With a light tug on his hands, she lifted her body, did a quick twist of her cunt on its head, and dropped back down with a slurping sound. Once again reaming herself on his upraised prick. Then again and again she sent her ass into the air only to come down with even more force on his driving staff, Then she growled and leaned back as far as she could go, twisting his hammering cock in the process.
"Good, that's too good to be true!" she cried, nearly twisting his prick from his body with her wild, lusting vibrations.
In a frenzy of squirming and thrashing, she drew her knees back below his waist and brought the trembling weight of her tits back down to his chest as she mercilessly continued to writhe and buck her cunt against the long, painful hardness of his cock.
In the middle of this wild, vibrating pelvic attack she froze in mid-air, gasping, sobbing, and coming in a great flow that flooded over his pelvis and balls. His pubic hair became matted with the scalding flow of her sweet juices.
And then it was again his time.
With one last, desperate rise and fall of her haunches, she tripped the lever at the base of his cock and in his balls. Great globs of hot, white, sticky fuck liquid flew from the throbbing head of his wrenched cock and soaked the far reaches of her heated, sucking cunt.
Her vagina milked and milked at his cock until he cried out for her to stop. At last they lay perfectly still. Both their bodies were sweat-soaked from their efforts. At last he rolled from her body.
"Oh Jesus, I'm done," he gasped.
"Oh no you're not, baby. Not by a long shot," she said, her hands working at the entrance to her pussy.
He lay beside her until the pumping and throbbing in his groin had died down to a small twitch. He seemed to be waiting for his lungs to catch up with the rest of his body.
Suddenly she was on him again, giving him a taste of what Harry Beldon must have known. He was amazed.
She was all over him, sucking, nibbling, pulling at his cock with her hands.
"Damn, baby," he sighed. "Cool it for a little bit, will ya?"
"Bullshit," she hissed. "What's the matter, Bordon? Are you a pansey or something? Get it up! Fuck me!"
"Soon."
"Now."
"C'mere."
He made a move to pull her hips over his face. She writhed away from him.
"No. I don't want your tongue in my cunt. I want your cock, big and hard, filling it up."
She paced up and down beside the bed in front of his amazed eyes. Then she amazed and sickened him. She ran across the room and crawled up on the back cushions of the sofa.
"I'm gonna fuck, Bordon. I'm gonna fuck something until you can get your prick back up into shape for some action."
"Verna, for God's sake ..."
With a satisfied sigh, she lowered herself over one of the sofa's huge, hard spindles.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but there was his bride, on their wedding night, pounding her cunt up and down over a huge wooden cock with a smile of rapturous bliss spreading across her sweet, innocent face.
For nearly a year Bordon managed to satisfy her without ruining his mind and body. He was ambivalent during that time about her wild, wanton needs and desires. He wanted a woman who wanted sex, but he also wanted to be the owner and master of that woman.
With Verna, that became more and more of a difficult task as time went on.
During that time, Verna had managed to keep her roaming eye and wanton body at home. But keeping her legs crossed when she was away from him got harder and harder. This was especially true when he started spending more and more time making money instead of making her.
It all came to a head at Alf Kyle's retirement party from the military.
Bordon had finally convinced Alf to join Geneva Aviation. Alf had finally agreed.
A party was in order.
Several old friends were invited, along with many top administrative men and their wives or girl friends from Geneva.
Lucille Reeder was invited and only a few eyebrows were raised when she arrived with Kitty Beldon on her arm.
The party got wilder. There were only two bedrooms and before the party was two hours old both of them were in constant use.
Bordon had called just after Verna arrived and told her he would be held up for a few hours by an important meeting.
"You've been at a meeting every night this week."
"It's business, honey, business."
"Bullshit," she said, slamming the phone down.
In the next hour Verna waded through a whole pitcher of martinis. She got dizzy, took a deep breath, and drank some more. Eventually she needed air in order to stop her head from swimming.
She went out to the terrace and stood at the rail overlooking the city, taking deep breaths and cursing her husband. She was almost straight again when she heard the murmuring voices from the French windows leading to a bedroom at the far end of the terrace.
"Oh yes, yes, yes? That's it! Give it to me good," came a female voice. "You feel so good inside me, I don't think I can hold back much longer."
"Neither can I, baby. Oh, am I gonna come soon ... fill up your pussy good!"
Verna quickly moved to the windows and stared in at the lust-inciting spectacle of a man and a woman wildly fucking on the bed.
Damn, she thought, will you look at that. Jesus, he's really throwing the cock to her, fucking it into her pussy like crazy. And whoever he is he's got a big cock, a big, beautiful cock.
About that time Alf staggered out to the terrace and noticed her attention focused on the events in the bedroom.
"Jeeeesus, will ya look at that?" he exclaimed, coming up behind Verna.
"Shhhh," she said, turning her head to see who it was. "They'll hear you. Oh, hi, Alf."
"I... a, hi," he said, a smile of drunken stupidity on his face. "Damn, is he ever giving that pussy a fucking."
"Yeah, I know," Verna breathed. "Shhh, let's watch."
She turned back to the show. The more she watched, the more excited she got. Between her legs she could feel droplets of lubricant begin to flow from the walls of her cunt. It soaked her cuntal lips, her fleecy pubic hair, and the thin crotchband of her panties.
"Oh shit," she whispered as the man in the room drew his long cock clear out and then rammed it home again with a wet, plopping sound into the woman's clasping cunt.
Verna began to open and close her thighs. Her nipples hardened like knobs beneath her dress and the large globes of her breasts began to throb with excitement.
It had been so long since she had watched another couple fuck she had forgotten how exciting it was, and what it did to her own body. This was the most enticing sight she had ever seen, and it was sending the juices of her passion completely ouj of control. She was always hot and ready, but now, witnessing what she was, Verna was half out of her mind with churning, delicious desire.
Oh God, she wanted a cock inside her. And she wanted a cock right now. She didn't want to wait for Bordon to decide to show up at the party and fuck her. She wanted a cock now.
She felt Alfs big body behind her. She had almost forgotten that he was there.
Would he fuck her? He was Bordon's best friend, but he was a man. She knew the effect she had on all men and Alf, she was sure, would be no different.
She wanted Alf to fuck her right there, right now, while they both watched the other couple going at it less than twenty feet away from them.
Would he want to? He was still staring into the bedroom, he was breathing faster and his eyes were glazed with what she readily recognized as male lust.
Vema let her eyes drift down to the front of his pants, and her heart skipped a beat at what she saw. He had a huge hard-on. She could see it sticking out the front of his trousers. His big cock was rock hard, he was as excited as she was at what he was seeing.
Verna was determined to take ^advantage of the situation. She had to make him want her before the wildly fucking couple inside reached their climax and the spell of lust was broken.
Verna thrust her buttocks back against his hard-on. She turned and rubbed her breasts up and down his arm, then spread her legs over his thigh and rubbed her aching pussy up and down. Her right hand fell down to cup and stroke his cloth-encased erection, while she put her mouth to his ear and let her hard, wet tongue dart teasingly inside.
Alf moaned softly and tried half-heartedly to twist away from her. She held tightly to his cock and balls, stroking them. At the same time she flicked her tongue into his ear until he was quivering with heated excitement.
Then she spoke, murmuring softly and directly into his ear. "Look at them, Alf. Look at that cock going into all that beautiful pussy. I've got a beautiful pussy, Alf. Look at her legs locked up around his neck. Look at them fucking. They're really going at it, loving every second of their fuck. Wouldn't you like to fuck like that, right now, Alf? We could be doing what they're doing, right now, fucking ... fucking ... fucking ..."
"Oh shit... Oh my God, Verna, don't..." he groaned.
"Why don't you and I do the same thing, Alf?" she intoned tantalizingly. "Why don't we fuck like they're fucking. All of us fucking together right here, right now."
"Verna ... please."
"Your cock is so hard, Alf. I can feel it. I can take care of that for you, Alf. You don't know how I can handle a cock like yours."
"Sweet Jesus, Verna, not us. You're Bordon's wife. I'm his best friend. Please, Verna, please, let go of my prick."
"Wouldn't you like me to bend over in front of you so you could shove your cock up inside my pussy? Shove it hard up into my sweet cunt. Pound it fucking deep and hard into my hole. Wouldn't you like to come deep in my belly, Alf, and fill me with your sweet love-juice? Wouldn't that be..."
A moan erupted from Alf s throat.
Verna knew she had won.
"I'm going to take your prick out of your pants, now. I'm going to take it out right now, Alf, and hold it in my hand. Then I'm going to make you naked and get naked myself and then do you know what we're going to do, Alf? Do you?"
"Fu ... fuck, we're going to fuck," Alf said, his mind a blur of lust and desire.
"That's right," she said. "We're going to fuck while we watch them fuck."
Alf stood teetering on his heels while the panting woman dropped his trousers and his undershorts down to his ankles. She groaned as she began to stroke his naked, bulging cock. She moved downward to tickle his testicles.
Then she started to undress. She pulled her zipper down and shrugged the material from her lovely shoulders. The lust-inciting sounds of fucking coming from the bedroom filled her mind and her hands with tremendous urgency. They caused her cunt to cream and flow with crazed desire. Her panties were next. She dropped them at her feet and watched with glee as Alf s eyes traveled from the scene in the bedroom to her partially naked body in the half-light of the terrace.
"You do it," she said. "You take off my bra, Alf... so you can squeeze and play with my titties. Hurry and do it, Alf... so we can fuck."
His hands came up to her. They moved around her back and fumbled until she hissed with disgust and unsnapped the strap herself. She wriggled her shoulders and the bra slid down her arms. She shoved her full, inviting breasts into the cup" ui nis hands.
He groaned in pleasure, completely lost now in the seething desire he felt for her body. She removed his hands and mashed the fullness of her tits into his cl She pressed them hard against him, rolling the nippies back and forth through the hair on his chest.
She reveled in the feeling. She began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot, moist lips as she again dropped her hands to fondle and caress his prick and his balls.
Verna turned her body just enough so that his cock was jutting toward her but not enough to hamper his view of what was happening inside the bedroom. Then she began rubbing his swollen, throbbing cock-head up and down her cuntal slit. She teased the head through the soft, wet fringes of her pubic hair.
The action caused both of them to moan softly with desire and delight.
She groaned out her desire- "I want you to fuck me now, Alf. Fuck me good, Alf, honey. Fuck me while we watch them fuck. I'll lean forward and you get behind me and put your big, hard cock in my cunt."
"Verna ... Verna," he sighed.
"Yes, honey, don't worry about it. Fuck me good and hard from behind. Hurry now, hurry, Alf, and fuck me. I can't wait much longer for your sweet cock to fill up my cunt... pound into my belly."
"Please ... Verna."
"Fuck me you son-of-a-bitch, or I'll tell Bordon you did it anyway. FUCK ME!"
She leaned forward with her hands braced against the sides of the window so that she had a good, clear view of what was happening inside the bedroom. Then she arched her back and lifted her naked, swaying ass-cheeks up to his bobbing cock. She wiggled them tantalizingly, parting her legs at the same time so that he could see the shining opening of her juice-seeping cunt.
Still*he did nothing. He was transfixed to the spot, looking at her, seeing her, wanting her, but unable to do anything but that.
Exasperated, she reached behind her, found his hugely erect cock and grasped it tightly. She guided it to her nakedly inviting, arching buttocks and moved the wetly lubricated head over each of her hotly quivering ass-cheeks.
Alf was totally enslaved by lust and her beauty now. He was no longer able t[5 control himself or his emotions even if he had wanted to. His brain cried out to him, trying to make sense out of what was happening.
But Verna's hand and fingers were like red4iot fire on his cock. She guided the pulsating head across her buttocks and positioned it at the sucking entrance to her vagina.
"No ... no, Verna," he said.
"Yes, damnit, yes!"
Verna's breath was coming in great gasps now. It became so loud that she was sure the couple in the bedroom could hear her, but she couldn't control it. She was consumed totally by the powerful emotions seething through her cunt and her tits.
She couldn't wait any longer.
She guided Alf s ready prick, its head filled with hot blood and hot semen, over the warmly jerking ring of her anus. It caused her- to jerk spasmodically. Then she moved it into the wet, heated furrow between her widely splayed legs. She teased the hard, rubbery tip up and down the moist cleft, over her aching clitoris, through the wet folds of her damp cunt-lips, and into her vagina.
"Oh, yes," she groaned. "Now I've got some cock, I've got a cock!"
Her thighs opened and closed in wild abandon. Further and further she worked the blood-engorged head of his driving, vibrating cock into her trembling, yearning pussy.
The pressure in Alfs balls climbed and soared until he thought the skin would shred and sperm would soak the churning, velvety buttocks of the beautiful woman spread before him.
He leaned forward, not taking his eyes off the fucking couple in the room and ran his hands up and down Vema's throbbing thighs. At the same time he jammed forward with his pulsing cock and slipped to his balls in her hot, tight cunt. It was a wet, clasping passage. It felt like warm honey flowing in an unending stream over his lunging cock.
He withdrew until just the knob of his cock with its red, flaring ridge, was visible between her supple ass-cheeks.
"Good ... good, pussy," he mumbled.
"Then fuck it, Alf! Pound your damn cock into it because it's ready for you. Fuck your cock in there 'cause you might never get pussy like that again."
He suddenly levered forward again, his mind out of control with desire. The full length and width of his heaving cock flashed through the moist, clutching walls of her cunt. It filled them and then battered her cervix. It was hot and hard in her. Verna felt a maddening ecstasy as she began to roll and fling her buttocks back against his invading, driving cock.
Oh God, God, God. It's never been this good. It was beautiful watching that other girl's cunt get reamed by a good cock while her own pussy was being fed and impaled by a second one.
Verna longed to fuck Alf and then entered the bedroom and join the other couple. No, she thought, it's never been better but it's going to be even better in the future. No more one man fucking for her. From now on she was going to live, she was going to get all the cock she wanted. And if Bordon couldn't give it to her then she would find it somewhere else. But she was going to get it, and that was that.
She moaned as Alf's sweating thighs pressed firmly against her undulating, upthrust ass-cheeks. All of his great fuck pole lay buried in the warm wet sheath of her pussy. He fucked into her in superb strokes that caused her whole body to vibrate with need and desire. The warm, stretched walls of her cunt clasped his cock like a fist.
He groaned deep in his throat, then withdrew again until only the head of his shaft lay within the hot, wetness of her vaginal entrance. He stared down at his glistening cock, slick with the juices from her sweet pussy, and then drove forward with ever-increasing speed. His hands kneaded and squeezed her buttocks as his long, hard cock flashed up into her widened cuntal hole.
She again accepted it eagerly. Verna rolled and twisted her hips back against his bucking loins as waves of pleasure surged through her trembling body.
Then Alf leaned forward, resting his head on her spine, and kissing the soft strands of her hair. His hands slid under her twisting body to cup and caress the dancing globes of her firm, taut breasts.
Verna moaned softly, then took one of his hands and slid it down over her perspiring stomach to the wet curls of her pubic hair. She began to move his hand up and down there, extending his middle fingers so that it parted her straining pussy-lips and tantalizingly moved back and forth over her erect, throbbing clitoris as his cock pounded deep and hard into her cuntal opening below.
It wouldn't be long now, Verna knew. Soon, very soon they would both erupt in sexual frenzy and spew fo] [h with their mutual juices of sex.
Her cunt felt so good over Alf s cock, so good, so sweet, so warm, so tender.
He worked his fingers over her clitoris like a madman, timing their movement with the darting, pounding jabs of his cock as it slithered in and out of her pussy.
Suddenly they were moaning together and writhing in mutual orgasms, blinding orgasms that thundered through their bodies in shuddering spasms.
She shuddered and grew stiff as she felt him do the same.
Then the gushes, white and hot, started. Great spurts of his cum riddled the depths of her cunt and squeezed back out again over his cock to run in steady streams down the insides of their thighs.
They dressed quickly and re-joined the party, only to discover that Bordon had just arrived.
"Hello, my darling," he said. "I'm so very sorry that I was late."
"It's all right," she said, smiling and offering her lips for his light kiss.
"How have you been making out?"
"Like a bandit, Bordon," she replied. "Like a fucking bandit."
Chapter Seven
Bordon started to pour himself another brandy and was surprised to find the bottle empty.
Another jarring sound came from the bedroom above to arrest his attention. He finished everything at the desk, leaving it in absolute order and extinguished the light.
After Alf there had been no stopping Verna. There weren't enough men and there just wasn't enough sex in the whole world for her. When Bordon hadn't killed Alf or at least sent him off to some Siberia for fucking his wife, Bordon knew that his will was finally gone completely.
He had watched her make a fool out of herself and him with anyone and everyone who came along. And, as she grew *ronger, he grew weaker. He also became uiore and more impotent, until he could hardly perform at all.
That had been the final, crushing blow to his once-proud ego. That and the fact that Verna didn't bother going out and looking for her lovers anymore. She just had them come right to the house; that is, when her hired lover, the chauffeur
Rauel, was worn out.
He moved into the hall and glanced out the huge windows. The snow, coming down in great, blinding flakes now seemed as heavy as fog. It had already formed a blanket on the long, sweeping front lawn and it threatened to blot out the street lights not more than fifty yards away.
He turned and moved soundlessly down the hall. When he reached Marie and Rauel's bedroom door, he paused and leaned his ear close to the wood. He peered in.
Marie was lying across the bed nude. Evidently she too had heard the sounds of her husband fucking the mistress of the house from the floor above. She had been massaging her cunt until the lips were wet with juice.
She lay now like a young, dark-haired sleeping goddess.
She wasn't usually the kind of woman that turned Bordon on, but for tonight she would have to do.
He chuckled to himself.
It was virtually impossible to get his prick hard with any woman anymore, let alone with his own wife. And for his plan he needed an erection. He needed the biggest, hardest election he had ever been able to attain.
His eyes returned to the young girl's nude body. Her breasts were large, nearly as big as Verna's.
The rest of her body was firm with a flat belly that molded into thrusting thighs and a dark, curling thatch of pubic hair that stretched like a mat over the pink furrow of her cunt that gleamed between her legs.
Silently he entered the room. He padded across the roonl.
Then he removed all his clothing and slid into the bed alongside the girl's motionless body. He slid his hands over her thighs. He was just moving upward to cup and caress a breast when she awoke.
"Rauel?"
Bordon grunted. Her skin was smooth and warm.
"Well, did you finally finish her off?" Marie said. "Jesus, it took an hour longer than usual tonight. And, as usual, you probably don't have anything left for me."
Bordon grunted again and ran his cock up the side of her thighs.
"Damn, I hope we start getting something out of this pretty soon ... I can't wait much longer."
Bordon tongued her ear.
Marie kissed him passionately. "Whew, honey," she said, breathing heavily from the kiss, "you do have some left tonight."
She was all woman and Bordon took every advantage of it to strengthen the hard rising in his cock. Her breasts were hard and firm. He cupped first one and then the other as she kissed him and ran her hand down between them to grope for and find his cock.
Bordon let his own hand trail down across her belly until he could run his fingers, like a comb, in the thick mat of her cunt hair. Her breasts jiggled and swayed sensuously as his hand made contact with her wet slit.
"Jeez, that's good ... that feels good, baby," Marie groaned as she wrapped her hand around Bordon's hard-on and lifted her cunt up to his probing, searching fingers.
She started moving her hand back and forth on his cock. He shoved two fingers of his hand up her cunt and tentered into the rhythm with her as she rubbed her breasts and thighs over his body.
He knew* if he were to sustain and further enlarge his erection he would have to go down on her, and he would have to do it soon.
He moved his head down over her breasts and belly until he could feel the soft, curling hair of her pubic mound tickle first his throat, and then his chin, and then his lips.
He flicked outward with his tongue until he found her labia. He parted the hair-ringed furrow and delving directly into the pulpy, spongy mass of her pussy, he started licking with fervor and power. The hard tip of his tongue explored from the puckered hole of her anus upward to the hardening bud of her clitoris and back down again. He slid it back and forth, exciting the walls of her inner cunt and making them secrete more and more of their honeyed juices.
Beneath him, the girl began to squirm and moan. She pulled his head hard into her gaping cunt.
"Jesus, honey ... my God, you never sucked me like this before ... never. What'd that old cunt do to turn you on like this? Oh yeah, suck it... eat it, Rauel baby! Take that pussy up into your lovin', suckin' mouth and eat it!"
Bordon intensified the pressure of his mouth and tongue as her buttocks lifted from the bed and jammed against his chin. His chin slipped between her ass-cheeks and the bristles of his beard raised havoc with her puckered asshole driving her to a higher, even more intense, peak of passion.
The fragrance of her pussy filled his nostrils and thundered through his body until it reached his groin and poured more life-giving blood into the already engorged head of his prick.
Bordon reached upward and cupped a generous breast in each hand. There were ripe and Iushly curved. He wrenched and squeezed her breasts with his hands as he burrowed deeper and deeper into her satin nest with his face and tongue.
"Yes," she cried, feeling his long, hard tongue invade her. "Stick it "up in me like that! Oh shit, that feels good, that feels so fucking good."
Then he was using his lips on her in a frenzy of excitement, lashing his tongue in and out of her expertly, making her groan as ripples of bliss shuddered through his body.
He vibrated his tongue deep within her, increasing her joy and his own hunger, until she screamed out her passion between clenched teeth and lips.
Loud cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the room. And then she shuddered and jerked in a frenzy of passionate release. At the same time she tried to jerk her cunt free of his clinging lips.
Her fingernails sank into his shoulders and back as her climax racked her body.
She clenched her teeth and bit down on her lip as he excited her.
"Don't stop, oh damn, don't stop!" she cried. "You can bring me off again ... I can feel it, it's like nothing you've ever done before."
In the darkness he smiled and again lowered his head to her body. She lay ti.cre on the bed, her thighs parted, her cunt pulsating. She was begging for more.
He rubbed his hand gently over her silken vee, kissed her throat, then trailed a path down between the valley of her hot breasts. He seized an erect nipple between his teeth. He savored its sweet, fleshy taste and circled it with his tongue, softly biting it.
Her hand crept down and explored her slit. Then again his head slid downward over her warm, yielding flesh, to her belly.
"Fuck me," she said. "Now, Rauel, take your cock and stick it in me! Fuck me and make me come on your cock this time!"
Bordon fisted his cock between both his hands and smiled. It was hard, rock hard and throbbing in his fist. It was hard enough.
"Hurry," she said. "What the hell are you waiting for? Fuck me, damnit!"
His fist, even in the darkness of the room, was unerring. It hit with a hard, popping sound on the very point of her chin.
Her body slipped almost soundlessly from the bed to fall with a thudding sound on the floor.
Bordon stood and listened for a second to make sure that none of what had transpired downstairs had been heard by the couple upstairs.
Satisfied, he left the room, still naked and started up the stairs. He entered his own room that was situated next door to Verna's and connected by a bath. He cracked the door to her room silently.
He got a clear, unobstructed view of the bed and the two bodies on it.
They were both naked and locked together as if all time had stopped for them. And indeed, it would, thought Bordon. Rauel's head was toward the window, his face buried deep between Verna's long, sleek thighs. Underneath him, Verna writhed with her face pressed hungrily up between his hairy legs.
Bordon smiled widely as he watched the Spaniard's long, thin cock dip again and again into his wife's face. He looked at his own mammoth erection and the smile grew wider as he realized how much larger and thicker his cock was and how much more it would fill her mouth and throat when the time came.
He stroked his cock and leaned against the door to watch. Again and again he saw the young man's spear sink deep in his wife's eagerly sucking mouth, sawing its wet, throbbing way between her tightly ovalled lips.
Her face was slavishly working at the man's lipstick-smeared cock, while his tongue burrowed searchingly into her glistening wide-spread cunt. Bordon nodded knowingly as he watched her cheeks swell to try and take the full length of his swarthy, jabbing prick down into her throat.
She couldn't do it. No matter how hard she tried it would go only so far.
Bordon again looked down at his own massive organ and smiled.
He was about to move into the room when Rauel's voice arrested his movement.
"Suck! Oh shit, Vema, baby, suck harder on it... I'm coming! It's good, real good. Suck ... suck on my cock."
Bordon saw the swarthy man suddenly flex his hips and seemingly try to push his suddenly spewing cock down Verna's greedily working throat.
Gasping for breath, she swallowed and choked and gagged. Then frantically she pushed his smothering loins away from her face.
Rauel's prick bobbed up and down in the air in front of her. It continued to shoot out its heated load of hot, white sperm. It spurted against her lips and cheeks, running in warm, silver rivulets down her chin and neck.
Vema was oblivious to his hot, white cum splattering her face and breasts, for his tongue and teeth had begun an even more savage sucking at her wildly quivering cuntal lips. He was driving her almost to screaming with his tongue.
Then, suddenly her orgasm was upon her. "I'm there ... oh damn, don't stop! I'm there ... I'm coming like hell, like a fucking dam!"
It was at that point when Bordon swiftly crossed the room and pulled Rauel's head from between her legs. With the fingers of his left hand he held the man's head and neck steady in a viselike grip, With his right he chopped downward with aswift, cleaving blow.
The thud of his hand was almost instantaneous with the harsh snap of the man's neck.
"Bordon," Verna gasped, her eyes snapping open. "What the hell... my God!"
Her eyes had dropped to his groin. Immediately she forgot the Spaniard's body that was slipping to the floor. Her hands went to her crotch, her fingers fucking her spread cuntal lips, as her eyes drank in the full, hard length of her husband's bobbing prick.
"Jesus, Bordon, what got into you?"
"You did, Verna. I couldn't take it any longer so I've decided to do something about it."
"Oh yeah," she said, running her tongue around the" edge of her lips. "I'm glad you decided to drop by."
"What about him?"
"The cleaning woman will tend to it," she said.
"You're a real bitch, Verna* A first-class, self-styled bitch."
"That's right. Well, c'mon! Did you come up here to give me that thing or not?"
"Oh yes, Verna. I sure did," Bordon said. "That's just what I came up here to do."
"Well, then let's get with it," she cried, and rolled back on the bed. Her legs scissored open, exposing the pink furrow of her excited, wet pussy where the other man had been only minutes before.
"You're beautiful," he said. "You're the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world."
"And right now, Bordon," she said, smiling as he moved nearer, "you're the most desirable man. God, I'd forgotten how big that cock of yours was, Bordon. Beautiful, really beautiful."
"Suck it a little first, Verna. Let me slide it into your mouth first."
"Sure, baby, sure. Only don't poke that thing too hard ... you'll take the back of my head off with the damn thing."
She rolled over onto her side as Bordon crawled onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees with his huge cock dangling inches from her pouting lips.
He leaned forward with his pelvis as her head, the eyes shining, the tongue darting, angled its way toward the throbbing, semen-dripping cockhead.
"Take it, Verna. Take my cock and suck it! Take it all... take it all the way down into your throat and suck it!"
"No chance of that, lover," she said, laughing. "But I'll take all I can get, or handle ... you can sure bet on that."
Her lips closed over the head of his cock. She had to stretch them in order to take the flaming head into her smiling face.
He pushed forward, gently at first, then with more and more pressure. A third of his cock was in her mouth when she started to protest. A gagging sound came from her mouth and he could tell she was objecting because of the way her eyes were rolling around.
He pushed harder. He kept pushing. His gaze was on his prick as it sank deeper, further and further, into her. It seemed that it would split her face apart with its size and power.
She gagged again and raised her hands to push him from her. But he would have none of it. He slapped her arms out of the way, and grasped her head in a viselike grip between his hands. He entwined his fingers in her hair at the same time and pulled her head closer and closer into him.
Further and further he went into her throat. Her eyes rolled up to meet him, imploring him to stop what he was doing, begging him to take his plunging, choking cock from her throat.
He looked down at her.
Their eyes met and then she knew. He wasn't going to stop. He was never going to stop until it was too late to stop, until there would be no reason_to stop.
He was going to choke her to death, "You wanted cock, Verna. That's all you ever wanted. Well, here's cock, Verna! Here's all the cock you'll ever need."
Her eyes were wild with fear now. She knew he meant it, knew he was capable of doing it. She flung her head from side to side, trying to shake this foreign thing from her throat.
It did no good.
She couldn't even bite him. He was too far down into her throat.
She tried to unhinge her jaws so she could take all of him and still find some way to breathe. He felt it and smiled as he jammed his hips forward and buried all of his huge cock in the opening she had left in her throat.
Then he moved one hand around her head and carefully covered her nostrils.
It took a very few minutes.
He let her fall, the body sprawling across the other already on the floor.
Bordon showered and carefully put on a clean set of clothes. He then walked downstairs and out the front door.
He left the door open.
He paused at the expensive little car and turned back toward the massive house, its towers and spires barely discernible in the thickness of the rapidly falling snow.
"Good-bye," he said, suppressing an urge to be silly enough to wave. "Beautiful house, Haskins. Well worth the money. Well worth every penny of it. Expensive house, but well worth it." He strained his eyes to make out the light from the bedroom window, but the snow was too thick. "It took a great deal more to obtain you than it will to let you go."
He climbed into the little car and hit the starter. The motor came to life and pulsed with fury under his foot.
He headed immediately for a newly constructed section of the super highway. By the time his lights hit the barricades, the snow was thicker than fog.
He stopped the car, got out, and set the barricade aside.
By the time he came off the approach onto the highway itself the needle had already climbed well over one-hundred.
"Let's see, where are you, you little devil... ah, there you are." A smile spread across his face as his lights splashed across a huge sign:
YOU ARE HERE ILLEGALLY
The smile broke into a raucus laugh. "The story of my life."
He slammed his foot down harder on the accelerator, reached over and shut off the windshield wipers, and settled back to wait for ...
