Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

The muscles of her body began to flex in an unconscious rhythm with the cock and finger fucking into her vagina and wide-stretched little anus, starting her hips gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match the movements of the young brute above her. Unidentified hands still seemed to be reaching from everywhere to pinch and knead at her soft, white skin, driving the lovely blonde's sexually intoxicated body to greater heights of drug-induced ecstasy.

"Oh, yes… fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, squirming her sweating body to meet the crawling hands and fingers that clutched at her flushed and tingling flesh. Her eyes flickered open and she gazed around her in blurred ecstasy. Her shifting gaze moved back and forth between the two strangers bending over the bed, stroking their own rampant cocks in time to the monstrous prick fucking into her moist, wide-split cunt and the strange finger ramming ceaselessly into her now eagerly clenching rectum. She was a prisoner, a captive in this glorious land of cocks, a helpless prisoner to this beautiful ravishment of her cunt and asshole, pinioned between their battering slamming strokes like a trapped animal.

"Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she crooned huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to keep up with the two pistons of penis and finger pummeling into her like tireless fucking machines. Her entire being was centered in her loins and nothing else mattered now just the surging exciting reality of the hard, palpitating flesh ramming into her hotly steaming young vaginal furrow.

Suddenly there was a new movement in the bed, another weight pressing down the mattress beside her head and, from somewhere above her, she heard a man's voice say, "Hey, Red, flip her over so I can fuck her mouth while she's hot!"

Kathy was too dazed from the force of her sexual frenzy to do anything but cry out in feeble objection when the rampaging cock was suddenly withdrawn from her wide stretched pussy. She no longer struggled against the eager hands that rolled her squirming body over on the sweat and cum-soaked sheets until she was resting flat on her stomach.

"Get up on your knees, bitch," she heard a faraway voice command her, but before she could move, the other two impatient men had grabbed her smooth white hips and jerked her to her knees. She swayed for a moment as she knelt there on all fours, her dazed brain reeling with the effort of keeping her captive body erect as they placed her in the lewdly open kneeling position. She smiled hazily and groaned as she felt the boy's huge pulsing cock once again wedging tightly between her open legs. Unconsciously, she waved the wide stretched moons of her buttocks back at the young man and felt the huge blunt tip pressing against the now wetly flooded slit of her hungrily waiting cunt. With a loud grunt, the boy lunged forward into her, brutally skewering into her kneeling body with his short blunt prick and causing her to jump forward, her eyes round and bulging in surprise at the sudden entry.

Then, "Oh, no!" she cried soundlessly as she saw a thick, towering length of cock throbbing heavily before her eyes. She gazed at it for a moment, lost in morbid fascination over its primitive appearance, the pulsing purple veins cording its wide underside and the brittle forest of blonde pubic hair that curled around its base. She knew it must belong to the third man, Carl, and she closed her tear-filled eyes tightly shut when she saw the looming shaft of flesh move forward to within two inches of her wet, lipstick-rimmed lips. Then she felt strange fingers fumbling with her mouth, trying to force her jaws wide. She felt a spongy wet knob of rubbery flesh pressing against her lips.

"Please, please don't," she mumbled piteously between tightly clenched teeth. But the stocky blonde man placed the flat of his hand against her forehead pushing it back, and with the other hand was trying to force the wide fanning head of his excitedly oozing cock between the lushness of her lipstick-rimmed lips. She felt horror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but it was useless. The determined Carl's strength was too great and he held her so that she could not move her head even an inch. She could only clench her teeth and lips together as tightly as she could and try to keep the vile rod of throbbing flesh from entering her helplessly vulnerable mouth. But, he would not be denied his pleasure, not when both of his buddies had already been enjoying her gorgeous young body. The excitedly perspiring man increased the pressure until Kathy felt as though her cock bruised lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her own teeth. She heard him groan and push against the plush softness, feeling her jaw muscles give and part, tiny bit by bit, until suddenly he gave an extra hard lunge and crushed through the moist, soft opening into the velvety warmth of her mouth. She could feel the incredible hugeness slither back over her tongue, filling her cheeks until she was certain she would gag and choke on the hard fleshy thickness. She struggled against this obscene rape of her mouth but felt the boy named, Red, fucking into her from behind, viciously into her already twice fucked cunt, ramming her forward until the thick pole of flesh imbedded in her face disappeared deeper between her widely ovaled lips and wedged back hotly into the narrow channel of her expanded throat.

Her shame and humiliation returned anew as she felt her upraised buttocks being swept even wider apart by the thick long penis fucking into her defenselessly exposed pussy. Then, suddenly, it began to ram wildly against her with a vengeance and frantic growing abandon, and she could sense the men's hands working at her full milky breasts and moving insultingly down the split of her ass-cheeks to the tiny puckered hole of her anus. Carl, in his excited state of animal lust, fucked his big cock back and forth between her roundly distended lips as he clamped one hand vice-like behind her slavishly bent head. The two lust crazed animals quickened and paced their thrusts into her to match each other's lewdly timed fucking rhythm. Kathy kept her eyes closed, still, and felt numb to the world around her. Her tortured mind closed out the reality of the beasts slaving at both ends of her delectable young body and she barely noticed Red, behind her, momentarily slowed down his fucking into her helplessly spread loins.

"Hey, Lenny, you'd better throw that switch by the mirror, like June said," the young boy called out hoarsely to the one man who was still free to move around the room.

For almost an hour, Henry had sat nervously in Max Alexander's roomy, silent office, growing more and more anxious about the reason for his summons to the company president's private sanctum. Every room on the top floor of the Alexander Building was thoroughly sound-proofed for privacy and the young editor fidgeted even more when he realized that his boss could walk in to the office at any moment, without the slightest announcement, and interrupt his mental meanderings. As the minutes dragged endlessly by, Henry laboriously invented and then discarded dozens of reasons why Max's picture was not included as usual in the magazine.

Oh, the hell with it, the worried young man finally decided as he rose from his chair and began to pace quickly back and forth across the thickly-carpeted floor. If the old man fired him, he and Kathy would be able to get by a few weeks on the money Kathy had brought home two nights ago. Just the memory of that strange evening in the kitchen made Henry slow his steps and a worried frown wrinkled his brow. Though he'd never asked for details about her windfall inheritance, he had an unshakable suspicion that Kathy was not telling the entire truth about where she had obtained the money. The way she talked about the sizable sum and her newly-awakened interest in the state of their checking account reminded Henry of how he had felt when he had first started earning his own living in college, as a reporter on a small town newspaper. His frivolous young wife had never given intelligent consideration to money at all, except that it was something she needed when she decided to go on a shopping spree. But now she seemed to be getting some peculiar sort of satisfaction from the idea that, all alone, she had increased their bank account by almost half.