Karim al-Zib - Her week at mountain mansion

"Don't be ashamed. Just learn to relax and like it. I won't think any less of you for it." He ran his fingertip along the wet slit of her vagina, delving just inside the opening, feeling the free-flowing juices which she could not suppress. He nudged her knees wider still and found the button of her clitoris below the tight, never-penetrated opening. With a jerk at his touch, Cherie groaned and her bottom pushed back automatically toward the overpowering caress.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. Her hand flew to her mouth in dismay at what she had allowed to spurt from her lips.

"It feels good, doesn't it? And you can call me Herb," he told her. "So, if it feels good, you have a right to some of it." His fingers moved gently between the plump labia and around just inside the entrance of the virginal channel, careful not to ravage her hymen before the proper time came. His thumb flicked lightly at her anus and she opened her legs a bit wider, turning her hips up to receive the pleasure he was giving her.

Cherie agonized over how she was behaving, asking herself how she could do this, let this older man touch her so intimately while she brazenly gawked at the lewd display taking place below her. She was no better than those two down below. The only difference was that no one was watching her, that she was not doing what she was doing in a conspicuous place in front of an audience of undetermined number – or so she believed. As Herb manipulated her throbbing pink clitoris and stirred his fingers around just inside the tight, throbbing ring of her vaginal opening, Cherie's hips began shaking with insuppressible longing. A fire was burning through her fertile, nubile belly and was centered in that never-entered and now hungering hole that she had kept untouched all her young life and which now longed for grown-up attention.

From where Ron lay, watching the angelic young girl that he loved losing her composure through the feelings that the fifty-year-old head of the corporation was creating in her with his experienced fingers, he could see almost everything that Herb Melville could. The thin, pink inner lips of her pussy flowered open to accept his pleasurable attentions and her feminine glands gave forth their liquid reward, which coated his fingertips and began to dampen her soft muff of hair and the backs of her thighs. She was so very wet! Ron was amazed at how the shy, proud, ladylike girl had abandoned herself to Melville's intimate caresses and become as juicily aroused – or more so – as Sue Midori now was.

Melville himself, however, was not that amazed. He had sensed a hot streak in the girl when she had sat in his office while he talked to her. She had sat there unconsciously rubbing her thighs together in unacknowledged arousal at the proximity of his power, and he knew that once he had opened the floodgates of her passion she would never be able to go back to being the frustrated child of before. She might hate herself if she let him fuck her, but fuck her he would, and she would love it every time that it happened. And to make sure that she wouldn't be too hard to break through to the first time, he had given her a bit of help. At dinner, Tony the waiter had, according Herb's instructions, put a certain very special substance in the girl's glass of white wine, something to raise her libido while lowering her resistance. Nothing too strong, of course. No girl was any fun in a stupor, nor would she be likely under such circumstances to remember the pleasure he would introduce her to. He wanted her to remember everything, and want more.

Melville looked down at the ripe, round globes of her plump bottom, spread open by the position of her legs. There, her tender, vermilion anus, a tiny, tight, almost smooth dimple in the moist warm recess, peeked up at him from between the plump moons. Smiling lewdly, he brought a wet index finger from her dripping cunt and placed the tip over that tightly-clenched orifice. Gently, he pushed it in, feeling her anal tightness yield, and the girl gave a startled jerk.

"Oh! What are you doing?" she groaned in a husky voice, her breasts jiggling against his hand and the forearm that encircled her. She felt him delve deep into her rectum and her hips gave a little involuntary shake. The feeling was strange and pleasant at once and she wondered if this was how Cleophas' penis felt inside Diane. How would she ever know?

Melville kissed the side of her neck as his straightened finger sawed carefully back and forth in her anus. Cherie's hips began churning in little circles of urgency at the feelings he was raising in her and she turned her face toward him, opening her lips when he kissed her on the mouth, and then their tongues slid across one another in a deep kiss. The whole situation was so strange, she thought. So unreal. He had made no sexual approach to her nor any suggestion. He had just come in and begun to caress her, first in a comforting and then in an increasingly intimate way. At first she had tolerated the comforting and then welcomed it, but it soon gave way to exploration and stimulation of the most private areas of her body. She found that her body began to desire the discovery of her private parts and to open to it and rejoice. How was it that could she let this man, whom she really did not know, penetrate her bottom-hole with his finger and explore her inner secrets? But she felt a wonderful sensation building in her and she knew that if he kept up with this probing caress in her sensitive and innocent rectum she would come to a climax just as she had the night before while watching the pool-side sex below, and she felt thankful that she had thoroughly voided her bowels before her shower.

Herb drew his finger from her back passage and shrugged off his robe. There were other things he wanted to teach her before she came to orgasm. Kneeling on the floor behind her, he pushed her knees yet wider apart and with his soft fingers carefully spread her delicately-haired labia, revealing the pink, wet inner surfaces of her vaginal opening. With his thumbs he pulled the lips apart and his tongue reached out to stab at her sensitized, twitching asshole.

Oh, no, she thought. He's looking at it now, looking at my poop-hole, licking it! And she blushed furiously while her thighs quivered with arousal.

Melville spread her cunt open wider, until he could see nearly an inch inside her and saw the tender membrane of her hymen. He blew into her gently, and then laid the flat of his tongue full upon her open, dripping hole.

Ron Wolter increased the speed of his thrusts into Sue's cunt as he saw Cherie's mouth open in startled pleasure at the licking Melville now began to give her. Her eyes fell closed half-way and her perfect teeth bit into the back of the sofa as she gave herself up to the most intimate caress she had ever felt. His tongue laved her from clitoris to anus, up and down the furrow between her plump, furry labia, and the canyon between her ripe, round asscheeks, over and over again.

Melville knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. He knew that a healthy young woman could not control her desires any more than a man could. If fact, women had less control once their fires were stoked, and Melville was now stoking those flames in a way designed to leave her pliable and submissive to his own desires. And he knew just how to get what he wanted. That was the secret of his success in business as well as in bed and there were many, many women who had thought they were ladies and beyond temptation until they had found themselves alone with him. Now Cherie was learning what it was like to be attractive and desirable to Herb Melville. It meant that her chances of remaining untouched and virginal through the night were very low and that her chances of being turned into a wanton and pleasure-loving woman were very high indeed. She was going to be his woman, his special woman, for sex and companionship. She was intelligent enough and beautiful enough to always be at his side, and if her mother needed money for the doctors – yes, he knew of her financial needs – then Melville would be happy to help out. He had never wanted any girl the way he wanted this one in every way, to fuck and to love and to be with. For her to have his baby, and there was no reason why they should not start on that project right now. That was why he had gone so carefully with her, without making any approach the night before. It mattered nothing that she was still in her teens, thirty-one years younger than he, or whether she would choose in the end to be the woman of an older man. What mattered was that he had chosen her for himself as his special female and that tonight – and every night for the next week and as long as he wanted her – he was going to have her tender, young body. He would because he had decided he would.