Karim al-Zib - Her week at mountain mansion

Pressing his aquiline nose squarely between the girl's plump buttocks into her tingling asshole, Herb Melville worked his tongue relentlessly into her sweet, wet vagina, tasting the inner surfaces of the smooth passage and the slightly salty flavour of the fluids whose flow she could not control. She was soaking wet, and the secretions covered his tongue and ran into his throat. Her bottom churned in little circles against his face and he gripped her thighs, pulling her closer.

Cherie had nearly lost consciousness of her surroundings. The sensations seemed to whip through her breasts and belly like a lash without mercy. Occasionally, she would focus her eyes on the fucking couple down below, but mainly her attention was focused on what was happening to her, behind her and between her legs. She knew that Herb was feasting his eyes and tongue on what she considered the ugliest and most private orifices of her body, but he kept grunting his appreciation and murmuring words telling her how sweet and beautiful she was. Apparently he truly liked the view. She herself felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed, felt that her body had lost all its privacy, felt that she was opened up to all the world to see and explore.

Ron Wolter, fucking slowly into Sue's pussy, could see everything himself. He could see Melville's lapping tongue and the girl's bubbling, steaming cunt opened and welcoming. He saw Melville remove a hand from one of Cherie's thighs and unbutton the front of his pyjama-top and shrug it off his white, chunky shoulders. Then the hand pushed down the elastic waistband of the bottom part and his massive penis began to rise from the thick and hairy bush. Ron had had no idea Herb's cock was so huge. Though not as big as Cleophas' elephantine tool, it was a good eight inches long and just about as thick. The uncircumcised head was a throbbing purple thing shaped like a mushroom, and the eye was dripping with a long string of its own lubricant. Melville's hand encircled it and began to pump it slowly, bringing it to a greater hardness while Cherie, her eyes half closed with erotic bliss, was oblivious to the giant penis that would soon be presented to her. Her hips jerked spasmodically, pushing the sweaty cleft of her ass back against Melville's worshipping face and she gave a breathy little whimper of amazed joy with each lick he gave her.

Herb was squeezing his cock hard so that it was red with urgency and the head was so purple it seemed it would explode. Ron rolled Sue over and pulled her to her hands and knees, getting ready to shaft her dog-style. He saw Herb rise from his knees and, his face wet with Cherie's juicy offerings, wipe the secretions from his mouth and cheeks. With soft eyes, Cherie looked back over her shoulder at the fifty-year-old man who kneeled on the sofa behind her. He eased her slowly out of her negligee, leaving the both of them equally naked, and ran his hands over her bare back to her shoulders and down again to her ass cheeks, stroking over and between them and down to her puffy labia which he tenderly parted with his thumbs.

Cherie was frozen with desire, fear, and questioning. Here she was, burning with half-fulfilled sensuality, as naked as on the day of her birth and knowing not why, with her equally naked boss behind her as she kneeled in a revealing and subservient position. How had she allowed herself to be put in this position, this situation? I'm a good girl, I have been all my life, and now here I am, stripped of my clothes, my dignity, and my resistance. She had let herself be cajoled and seduced to follow Herb Melville into this voyeuristic and self-indulgent scene. It was her own fault, she knew, and it was all wrong, but her body wanted more. He had left her just shy of her climax for the second time tonight, and now he was stopping, just looking down on her bare, uplifted, wide-open derriere. What was he doing? What was he going to do?

She felt his fingers carefully parting the sacred lips of her vagina, felt a soft, broad round something stretching her. What was he doing, and what was that that was stretching her open where before it had only been two fingertips? She stopped herself from asking him why he had left off from what he was doing and deprived her of the pleasure he had been offering her. She gave her hips a wanton shake as she looked down on Diane and Cleophas.

Diane had pulled her leg back over the black man, who rose and positioned himself behind her as she held her position on all fours. She watched as Cleophas took the huge, black shaft in his strong hand and directed the tip at Diane's wet and opened cunt. Then he pushed forward and the amazing instrument disappeared from sight into the girl's pussy. Cleophas began fucking her with the same strong and expert moves he had used before, and it was then that Cherie finally understood what was going on, what Herb was doing. She had had no idea that people could do it that way but now she was seeing it and she understood. Human sex organs were quite well placed for that kind of animal-style mating and she could see how really well it all worked.

"Oh, wait!" Cherie cried as she felt her tiny, unused cuntal opening stretching. "I can't do that," she said, trying to squirm away.

Herb smiled and held her firmly in place. He had the tip just centered over the tiny, teardrop-shaped hole, her labia spread on either side of the angry-looking corona. "But you can, Cherie. You can and you will. You do really want to feel good tonight, don't you?"

Cherie, trembling from her broad shoulders to her smooth, naked thighs, looked into his eyes and a tear slid down one cheek.

"Don't you?"

Cherie saw him, her all-powerful boss, poised and waiting for an answer. "Yes," she said in a tiny voice, with a slight nod, thinking of her sick mother at home. Yes, the answer you always gave to the boss.

Herb increased the pressure and Cherie suddenly felt the need to help him, to have done with all the evasion and dishonesty to herself. The painful prod he was giving her tender vagina she answered with a reciprocal push back with her hips. The penis wanted to be inside her, and her vagina seemed to want it there, but there was something in the way, something which she knew had to be breached. It seemed unyielding, tough, that hymen, and yet she helped Herb with each painful push.

Herb looked down and found his cockhead but half sheathed, her asshole spasmodically winking up at him as she countered each of his questing thrusts. Her face wore an urgent, pained expression as she worked with him to sunder her stubborn membrane. She gave a tiny, gentle grunt with each effort and he knew that her mind had given up in its resistance to her body's demands. Whether or not he was the man of her dreams was unimportant; at the present, her pussy hungered for a male presence and it was his cock that was available.

Ron Wolter stared in fascination at the lewd tableau being staged in the well-lit room just a few feet away. The girl's body, arms and legs, shook with the strain and the need. Her face was frozen into a mask of discomfort as her boss' giant cockhead hammered at the door of her virginity. Ron knew he should come to the girl's rescue, crash into the room and throw Melville from the window, save the girl from her own passions before she was fucked by the older man, seduced and corrupted to a common level.

Yes, he should toss Sue aside and crash into that bedroom, maybe leap the gap between the windows, throw Cherie over his shoulder and run away with her to safety. All those things.

And then suddenly Herb gave an audible sigh and his eyes crossed with pleasure. Cherie's eyes turned upward in her head and her pained expression gave way to one of relief and contentment and she sighed as well, in a higher voice, as her hymen tore, alleviating the pressure and leaving the way clear for Melville's penis, which slipped forward, between the tight, silken walls of her vagina, half its length, and the flaring, swollen cockhead was pushed up inside her further than anything had ever gone before.