Karim al-Zib - Her week at mountain mansion

Cherie was still fighting to control her trembling. "I… I was reading and I heard a noise. I didn't know what it was. Oh, I'm so ashamed!" Cherie exclaimed and dropped her eyes, putting one hand to her face.

Melville moved over to her side and put a gentle arm around her shoulders. "Nothing to be ashamed about. This is what the real world is all about. To tell the truth," he whispered conspiritorially, "I enjoy watching myself, though watching never takes the place of really participating. Oh, now look at that." He pushed her very gently back into her spying position so that she could look down on the action that had been staged especially for her benefit, so that the curves of her lovely, round asscheeks broke through the wall of the chiffon she wore. His hand lingered on her back and massaged her very lightly between her shoulders.

Below them, Diane was lying back on the bed with her hips at the edge of the mattress and her legs spread wide. Cleophas was kneeling on the carpet between her knees with his massive, long cock in his hand, pushing the broad, purple tip of it into Diane's waiting cunthole.

"Oh, my!" Cherie breathed, then blurted. "Oh, my! I had no idea." Chills of vicarious arousal coursed up her back from her tail bone to the nape of her neck where Herb was gently kneading her tense muscles.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Herb commented, lightly rubbing his hand across her shoulders. "I'd say to you, Cherie, to just relax and enjoy what you're watching. Really, Cleophas has the biggest member that I've ever seen. Just relax and watch the action. You need to unwind too."

Cherie nodded, spellbound by what she was seeing as the huge, black penis disappeared into Diane's pussy, spreading the hairy labia to the sides as it sank inside her. She heard the other girl's moan of intense pleasure at the penetration and transferred herself into the wild, illicit act taking place.

"Just think of how she's feeling, Cherie, with that great big thing inside her, giving her the greatest joy that a woman can feel," Melville crooned. "I'll bet you'd like doing that."

Cherie wondered about that. Her eyes burned as she watched the glistening black cudgel thrusting in and out of Diane's hot hole. What it must feel like, something that big! In that tender channel between Diane's legs. How could any woman take such a huge object inside her? It was beyond her imagination.

"Oh, Mr. Melville, uh, Herb," Cherie purred. "I've never seen anything like it in my life. Really, I never have."

Herb nodded, his hand rubbing a bit harder, massaging her neck and shoulders and then down lower in the hollow of her back. "He does have the biggest penis around, but technique is also important in love-making. Fortunately, Cleophas has both."

Cherie nodded, relaxing to his touch. He, Cleophas, certainly did have technique, she thought as she watched his lewd, expert thrusting. Diane was going out of her mind, panting and writhing in ecstasy. The blonde teenager, feeling terribly self-conscious, would have liked to get up and put on something less revealing, but she didn't want to break the dreamy spell she found herself in or upset the all-powerful Melville, so she kneeled there in quiet docility while his hands roamed over her back. She was so fascinated and aroused with the sight of what was going on below that she felt herself relaxing under the older man's hands. Cleophas had crawled up over Diane now and with clenching buttocks was shafting the girl beneath him deeply. Cherie could hear the wet, sucking sounds of sex coming from their busy, joyous sex organs as they fucked merrily away.

Melville's other hand came over and palmed her shoulder, stroking her and calming her as Cherie trembled like a frightened doe, and then it moved down and, while Cherie held her breath, gently cupped her large, firm right breast. He squeezed it softly and then his fingertips tickled around the edges of her nipple, and she gasped in horrified anticipation. No one had ever, ever touched her breast, but now Herb was doing it, and strangely, she was relaxing to his touch.

"You have lovely breasts," Herb said. "I bet you're proud of them."

"Uh, yes…" she choked out as his hands moved back and forth between the ripe, tingling mounds. Then his hand moved inside her gown and touched the flesh of her big, round tits directly, brushing her hardening, burgeoning nipples with his palms. "Aaah," she breathed, just slightly louder than the sound of her own panting.

"You like that?"

Cherie was afraid to say no, and if she had, it would have been a lie. Having him touch her long-neglected breasts had a calming effect and she had vague thoughts of Ron Wolter, here with her, touching her breasts, and maybe doing to her what Cleophas was doing to Diane. She felt her hips begin to shake and then suddenly Herb's hand was smoothing over the agitated, gown-covered, globes of her round bottom, moving back and forth between the two ripe moons.

"This should help you relax," he said, running his fingers up and down the cleft, from the tailbone, slowly downward into the deep, warm canyon, to her perineum, just above the moistening opening of her sex.

Cherie gasped as he touched her so close to her vagina. No, it wasn't helping her relax at all. It was making her more and more aroused as she watched Cleophas lie back on the bed to let Diane climb astride him and fit the great knob of the dark shaft into her. Diane's plump asscheeks began to slowly ride up and down over her lover, taking the amazing shaft deeply inside her. Cherie knew that Herb really shouldn't be touching her like this, but he was just trying to make her relax and feel at ease after all, wasn't he? She was afraid to tell him to stop, and afraid not to tell him so. Just now, one fingertip was prodding ever-so-gently at her tender anal opening and she clenched her asscheeks and muscles reflexively, trapping the thin fabric – and two of his fingers – between them.

Down below, Diane was posting above Cleophas as if she were riding a well-trained trotting horse. It was a sight erotic in the extreme as she bounced up and down on the rigid black penis, taking nearly the whole incredible length, her head thrown back and her firm tits shaking with each movement.

Now Herb's hand was stroking the back of Cherie's thighs, and very carefully raising the hem up the back of them to bare the flesh an inch at a time. Warning alarms sounded in the girl's confused brain, but she fought against panic, remembering that the gown itself was nearly transparent and the boss would be seeing nothing that he had not already virtually seen. Inch by inch it slid up, until the hem cleared the backs of her thighs, slowly baring her luscious buttocks, and then lay bunched up on her lower back as she kneeled there in subservient surrender, exposed to his caresses. Again Cherie thought of Ron Wolter and wondered what he was doing, having no idea that less that ten feet away he was lying with his cock deeply buried in Sue Midori's pussy and watching everything that Herb did to her. He, and Herb, now saw her ripe, round buttocks and the plump, furry labia that peeked back between her slightly-parted thighs. He could see Melville stroking those lovely upturned asscheeks as Cherie peered down on the activities of the couple fucking in the courtyard. He watched Melville tenderly nudge her knees wider apart so that her asscheeks parted widlely and her pussy-lips flowered open and revealed the slick, moist inner petals and above that, the innocent, pinkish bloom of her asshole. He watched Herb put his finger there and tickle it lightly.

"Please don't," Cherie whimpered. "No one has ever touched me there."

Herb chuckled warmly. "Don't you like what I'm doing? Doesn't it feel nice?"

"Yes," she confessed, glancing away from him. "But I'm so ashamed. I mean, I've never done this with anyone before."