Gale Grayson: Door-to-door sex-girl

"This!" he told her, as he spat into his palm and then applied saliva to the thick shaft of his eagerly pulsing cock.

Sliding himself up farther, as he straddled her, Hugo reached out to cup the pliant fullness of her breasts with his hamlike hands; then pushing them up from the sides toward the center of her chest, he flexed his hips forward and slid his hotly throbbing cock into the soft warm channel between them. "Now, Phyllis, baby, you hold your tits up like that with your hands, and I'm going to have some fun!"

"But, I won't get anything out of it…" she started to protest.

Hugo cut her short with, "Don't worry, Phyllis, you'll get taken care of! This is something I've been wanting to try for a long time!"

"So has Art!"

"And you wouldn't let him?"

"No!"

"Well… then I'll just break you in for him!"

His flexing hips drove his lust-thickened penis in between the soft, satiny flesh of her breasts as she obediently held them tightly together for him. Damn! This is just a kind of sophisticated masturbation! She knew from long experience already that whatever Hugo wanted he got, and that he was always able to bend his women to his will. I suppose I'll just have to put up with it! She did… but to her own surprise, as his massively hardened cock moved in and out between her breasts and his heavily swaying testicles scraped erotically across her naked belly, Phyllis felt the rekindling of her arousal glow deep up in the pulsing, sperm-filled hole between her legs.

On the mattress, Virginia was moving now in concert with her husband savagely fucking into her anus and Art ramming so deliciously into her wetly throbbing cunt. Suddenly she felt as though she were a volcano ready to blow its top. Soaring, she rose to meet her orgasm, as she convulsed with a scream of rapture. "Ooooohhh! Goddddd! Fuck harder! III'mmm going to cummm! Nowwwww! Ooohh fuck! Aaaaaauuugggghhhhh!"

Never in her experience had she climaxed so intensely or so violently. Her naked young body shivered with delight as thrills of orgasmic completion shimmered like deep-throated organ notes through her. She felt as though she were going to faint as her eyes dimmed and blood pounded in her ears like a raging surf.

Beneath her, Leon brutally thrust his hips upward into the tightly gripping channel of her rectum, and moaned as he felt his coming ejaculation. Suddenly he was spewing thick hot semen explosively far up into her hotly quivering bowels. His cum surged through him like molten lava. "Christ!" he gasped. "I'm being drained dry!" On and on, his lust-thickened cockshaft pumped, even though he lay quite still, not stroking at all, just lying there and feeling her rectal muscles milking him of all strength and feeling Art's cock through the thin membrane separating cunt and rectum as the other man's hotly pistoning shaft fucked in and out.

Above, Arthur Hartman still pounded and pummeled his rapidly expanding penis deep into her wetly clasping cuntal sheath. Then, groaning suddenly, he came to his climax and collapsed on top of Virginia and her husband.

Then there was only the gasping rasp of heavy breathing from the human sandwich of completely satisfied sexuality.

After a few moments, Art stirred and clambered from on top of Virginia Brooks, his softening penis pulling from her with a lewdly wet popping noise and spinning thin strings of silver semen across her nakedly young thighs. Virginia was the next to move, wriggling herself off her husband beneath her, his already softening cock coming out of her forever-stretched rectum with the obscene sound of someone passing wind.

Everyone in the room was quiet now, and Virginia noticed that all eyes were focused toward the corner of the bedroom. She looked over and saw the satyr-like body of Hugo Foxx straddling Phyllis Hartman, was fucking her between the breasts.

At that moment, Phyllis groaned, "Oh, God! Fuck me, Hugo! Fuck me in the cunt, now! I'm so far gone I could cum in a minute!"

He did… and she did… in less than a minute!

Afterward, when they had all regained their composure and Stanley Townsend offered and served drinks all around, they began to talk. It was all lighthearted at first… about sex.

Phyllis and Annabelle took the conversational ball and ran with it, as they explained some of the ins and outs of swinging… things they had learned in recent days from an array of literature they had acquired.

Later, Leon Brooks turned the conversation to more serious topics. The results were beneficial – and highly profitable!

And, much later, after the men were somewhat rested, Annabelle and Phyllis introduced Virginia to some of the delights of lesbian sex play while the men watched. Soon the voyeuristic stage was passed, and the remainder of the afternoon was spent in the joyous pursuit of fucking… in every way possible.

At the formal dinner that evening, Virginia found it a bit ludicrous to see the men who that afternoon had been stripped naked in Townsend's bedroom – satisfying their lust first with her then with Annabelle and Phyllis – dressed in dark business suits or tuxedos and acting, now, every inch as gentlemen.

She had begun to adjust her thinking in line with the explanations Annabelle and Phyllis had offered that afternoon, because she had to come to the conclusion that the swinging scene they described was just her cup of tea from now on. After this, how could only one man ever keep her satisfied?

Hugo carried out the business meeting after the dinner had been eaten. He introduced Mr. Stanley Townsend, the Second, president of Eko-Klean, and Stan rose, dignified and businesslike, to give his address. At the end of it he made some special announcements: "Mr. Hugo Foxx is to be promoted to the position of Regional Supervisor!"

There was much applause. Hugo accepted humbly.

"Mr. Arthur Hartman is to replace Mr. Foxx as Area Supervisor, and in line with present thinking, in terms of equal employment opportunities, I'm pleased to announce that Mrs. Virginia Brooks is to become Assistant Area Supervisor to work with Mr. Hartman!"

Virginia arose from her chair, flustered, to accept the new position, knowing that it had all been her husband's doing. He had been blunt in his talk to Stanley Townsend, explaining to him how members of his corporate enterprise, including the president himself, had used Virginia sexually. Then he had barely mentioned the possibility that in forcing her to come to Townsend's room against her will, there was technically a kidnapping.

The concessions followed immediately, and Leon had left it up to Virginia to make her choice of jobs from those offered. It was settled to everyone's satisfaction when she chose to take the new position of Assistant to the Area Supervisor, Art Hartman.

As she sat back down, Virginia whispered worriedly to Leon, "Do you really think this is the right thing to do?"

"Sure! Why?"

"You sort of forced it on them!"

"Didn't they force you?"

"Yes, at first, but later on… it was different. I wanted to…"

"Yeah, I know that now… but they didn't!" Leon muttered. "Anyway, you really deserve the promotion, after the way you've been hustling around selling the products for them!"

"Well, maybe you're right, darling! Thanks!" She leaned over impulsively and kissed him.

Everything was not automatically ironed out for them in their personal relationships. That was hammered out in long, intimate talks, the most they had communicated with each other in a long time. Leon cut back on his long hours of work at his service station. He could do that now, because Virginia's salary, although not large, helped a great deal in easing their financial problems.

"Leon, darling, I've a confession to make," she told him at dinner a couple of months later.