Chapter 7
Brad had never known such wild fun, such a concentration of out-of-the-world pussy, such elation. The warm, lush, youthful body of Maida, the sensuality of Verna, her good humor and willingness to try anything he suggested had really inspired him to some of the finest fucking he could remember.
Alison had given them all a flash of Donna and Bill, locked in such a ferocious embrace on the terrace and it had given him a satisfaction the others couldn't possibly have understood.
Maida had, somehow, noticed what Alison had done to activate the closed-circuit television, which seemed to link all the rooms electronically and had experimented with the intricate switch, tuning in nothing but bare rooms in most cases. Once, they had even seen themselves on the screen and all had rolled in a fit of helpless laughter as Maida, turning to the now-easily located camera, had fingered her blonde twat open and said, "Smile, baby! You're on Candid Camera!"
Brad, who knew something about electronics, was fascinated by the extraordinary quality of the pictures as well as the sound, and although he didn't say so, he was awed as he thought of the cost of the setup.
He had experienced some rather sharp ups and downs in these couples of hours. He had said hello to Max McGillah and for the first time, he had felt a stirring of humanity toward the older man-he had looked so gray and tired. Sixty years old, maybe more, Brad figured. Maybe not too old for the job, but sure as hell too old for this kind of party.
And too old for the warm, laughing, thirtyish Alice Carroll, the good-looking brunette who was his secretary and who was the subject of Maida's first confidential advice on how things went between major executives and their office wives.
"How long have you been with Max?" Brad had asked her, as they had engaged in small talk when he and Donna had first arrived and Alice had looked at him with a bright and knowing smile, obviously knowing that the real question in his mind had been along different lines.
"Long enough to know all his abilities," she had said, laughing. "And he still has them-most of them." She had laid a hand on Brad's shoulder then and the movement had shaken the orchid lei off one of her fine, sloping breasts, so that the dark circle of the areola and the darker nub of the puckered nipple had pointed right at him. He had felt confident enough to reach out and cup both her breasts, enjoying their warm weight, their sensuous feel. It had been a pleasant moment. One of his sharpest drops in spirit had been when Maida had tuned in a picture of the big room where Alison had taken Donna and their conversation had told him of Donnas' horrendous fiasco with Bill. A flaming anger and a sharp despair had almost choked him.
And then there had been that soaring moment when he had heard-almost unable to believe his ears-the staggering news of his promotion. It had actually numbed his body and mind, so that he could remember only faintly the congratulations that Maida and Verna had showered on him.
He could've wept with gratitude to Bill and thought humbly of how wonderful it must be to have such money and power. Especially the power. And the knowledge that he now enjoyed a new stature made both Maida and Verna seem slightly less to him-sweet girls, wonderful to fuck, but now he had a choice of other worlds.
The soft tangle of bodies on the screen as Alison and Donna went down on each other was both amusing and warming. He had always secretly believed that most women concealed more than just a touch of Lesbianism; he not only condoned it, but he wondered why they weren't more open. Outside of his love for business, he felt that a woman's body-and in particular, a warm pussy-was the most delightful gift on earth. Loving cunt as he did and knowing how a hot woman loved her own, he saw how another woman's slit might stir Donna as it did him.
The sight had stirred both Maida and Verna and they rolled on the bed behind him as they watched the two girls on the screen, kidding the act as though they were only clowning, but obviously interested in each other.
He heard Maida refer to Alison as "the bobcat" and had laughingly asked the reason for the nickname.
"Because she's really, really, really a wild pussy!" Maida had said, giggling.
"She's Bill's girl, isn't she?" he had asked and Maida had turned silent and sober for the moment.
"Well, that's right, isn't it?" he had persisted and Maida, after a little thought, had given him the answer.
"She's a hell of a lot more than that," she had begun. "When I first came to work for him, I had all sorts of girlish ideas-especially after I heard about the parties. But do you know something, Brad? Bill's never fucked me! Cross my heart," she said, stroking her left breast up and across. "And you know why? I asked Alison and she told me." She looked thoughtful. "He wants everybody that works for good old Bon-twat to have a real, honest-to-God interest in sex!" She nodded, as though confirming this news to herself.
And Brad, remembering part of what Alison had told him, smiled. "I know," he said.
But Maida, shaking her head so that her breasts bounced invitingly, said, "It goes deeper than that. He's got a thing about it. He wants the wives to be the same way. And it's all business with him. Can you imagine? He says that a sexed-up wife keep a man happy. A better employee!"
"So, what's that go to do with Alison?" Brad inquired.
He thought that Maida shivered as she pointed to the screen, where they could barely discern Alison and Donna, their faces dimly lighted by the reflection of the films, which were not in the TV picture.
"Alison told me that I didn't need any steaming up. He already knew some things about me. He said that anyone who would fuck as many guys as I had, didn't need his help. But if I had needed it, Alison would've supplied it! That's a part of her job-to check out any chicks that may need help and working along with Bill to turn them on."
Brad shook his head doubtfully. "But she's still his girl," he said. "That's obvious."
"Brad," Maida said slowly, "I told you that she's more than that. She's not exactly his-what do you call it? Procuress? But she works with him on all this sex stuff. Like right now-with Donna!"
"But, shit, Maida," Brad protested, "Donnas' hot enough for me! She does anything-" and he paused. He knew damned well that there were limits to what Donna would do for him-for anyone. He wasn't sure that he wanted it any different. But still, this experience right now, with Alison, maybe this was a good thing. He trusted Bill. Bill knew best.
Suddenly an urge came to him to find Bill and thank him-not for the promotion; it hadn't been officially announced-but only learned by hearsay. But just to thank him for the party, for his friendship. Everything. He got up and left.
"Wow!" Verna murmured in a shaky voice. "Where in hell did those dogs come from?" She held Maida tightly, feeling the blonde's tit against her own, a thrilling contact.
On the screen, Donna raised her head and saw the two dogs, let into the room by someone-Alison, of course. She strained at the leather cuffs in blind panic, feeling her cunt, so recently bathed in juice from her voyeur's come, try to close itself in some primordial fear. Her body ached with the tension of her strong back muscles, striving to break the bonds, to free herself, to hide her cunt from the sniffing dogs, their lolling pink tongues, their obscenely red cocks, straining out from their shaggy bellies.
Maida, her mouth gone suddenly dry, was glad that Brad had gone, but her own lust rose as the big dog began to lap at Donnas' open cuntlips as the small brunette, her face a closed mask of fear, started to scream.
Brad had taken a wrong turn, he supposed. He knew the house was built on several levels and the drinks and the fucking with Maida and Verna had muddled him slightly. He must be on the floor above the main level, where the terrace was.
He tensed his muscles happily, feeling like a million dollars. A million dollars! It wasn't impossible, even for a guy like himself. He knew that Bill always let major executives in on real estate steals when his buyers located small parcels of raw land near where one of his vast subdivisions would rise. Stocks, too, in companies he was planning to take over. The grapevine said that Max McGillah, one of the older men on the payroll, was truly rich. All of it on account of Bill's interest and help.
He stopped in the long hall and drew in a deep breath. He proudly noted that his cock, instead of being limp after two wildly athletic screws with Maida and the redhead, was fat and full of life. Not hard, of course, but it had come up almost to complete erection as he watched Donna and Alison so sweetly sucking each other off.
He heard music coming from a door at the end of the hall and walked to it, confidently opening the door.
The room was small and seemed almost bare to Brad, after the opulence he had seen in other rooms. But on the bed there was a girl, in a simple, unadorned robe and Brad had eyes for nothing else.
She seemed completely undismayed, smiling at him faintly, curiously and didn't move, although the robe was open and she had nothing on under it. She had been doing her toenails, with one foot up on the bed, the knee almost supporting her chin and her pussy, bearing so little hair that her slit was plainly visible, was in plain view.
The robe hung open so that Brad could see one breast and it was that of a very young girl, a vital little cone of pink flesh with a dark nipple standing pertly out.
The girl's smile was warmer now and she said, "Hello! What happened to you-did you get lost?"
Her voice was young and pleasant, seeming to be ready to change into a laugh and Brad, who had been so proud of his cock a minute before, felt it jerk in anticipation. He picked up on the girl's remark.
"No, baby," he said, his voice happy. "I won the grand prize-a secret map showing me the way to your palace. Who in hell are you and what are you doing here?"
The girl stood up and Brad saw that she was quite tall for such a young girl and that, although her breasts were small and her pussy nearly bald, at least she had the swelling, generous hips and rounded belly of a woman. She seemed unconcerned at either his presence or his nudity and Brad felt a wild sense of adventure swell in him.
Bill had said he could have-just about, anyhow-any girl at the party. If that meant this one, what a way to end the evening! This chick was young! Maybe fourteen, maybe fifteen. Certainly not much older. She would be so tight! His cock leaped again and the girl, her eyes drawn by its involuntary movement, dropped her eyes and flushed, but didn't turn away.
Brad walked over to her and took her hand. He felt unaccountably light hearted, suddenly assured that he could and would fuck this girl. Close-up, he drew in her perfume-a light scent and with it there was the heady incense of just plain girl, the smell of warm, clean flesh, a faint touch of the musky pussy smell that he loved so much, the fragrance of clean hair.
"I asked you," he said softly, "who are you and what are you doing here?"
The girl looked at him with shy amusement. "My name is Ellen," she answered. "And I live here."
Brad's heart hammered. Jesus, one of the maids, probably! That Bill! He would have them-young ones, cute and sweet and pretty, with that curious sensuality that surrounds the young! Without hesitation, Brad pulled her to him, her belly warming his and kissed her.
He was surprised that she kept her teeth closed, but he worked them and her gums over with his tongue until at last, with seeming reluctance, she opened her mouth and her tongue came softly out to meet his.
He held one hand low behind her, kneading softly at her firm-fleshed ass and used the other to work the robe off her shoulders. The girl moved her arm from where it had tightened around his neck and shook off the short sleeve. With her tongue moving fiercely in Brad's mouth, she was breathing rapidly and her belly began a slow movement against Brad's prick, lying straight and hard between their warming flesh.
He had known that he would fuck her from the moment she had looked at his cock and not turned away in panic, but, as he told himself, he hadn't realized it would come so easy. She was plainly as hot as a mink and any trace of guilt or doubt left him.
He moved his hand from her ass, letting the robe drop free and worked his fingers between the cheeks of her ass. God, it was a wild feeling, to find a cunt with no hair, but spilling come-juice out in a slick flow! The girl groaned as he probed deeper and he could swear that he felt the juvenile muscles close on his finger.
Holding her in an unchanging grip, he moved her back until her knees struck the edge of the mattress, and still holding her and tongue-kissing her, but changing his hands so that he could support her weight, he placed her on the bed.
He knelt between her outstretched thighs, then raised his head and smiled down at her. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling and he bent to kiss her lightly.
"You know what I'm going to do," he said, not as a question and his heart leaped as she opened her hazel eyes and gave him a tremulous smile. Goddamn it, if he didn't know Bill so well and how he operated, he would think she was a virgin.
"Did a man ever eat your pussy?" he whispered and again he was transported, as the child closed her mouth tightly, shaking her head violently. Brad believed her and he laughed. Here was one virginity that Bill hadn't gotten to yet, he gloated.
He put a couple of pillows under her ass, raising her young slit higher. There was just a light circle of yellow-brown hair on her pubis, none of the hairs more than half an inch long. The slit was quite bare and touchingly little-girlish. It was smooth to his lips and tongue and the padded lips, soon to grow much fatter and hairier, had a faint taste of sweat. The lips quivered, however and opened slightly, so that his tongue moved among the wet convolutions of membrane and when he touched her tight little button of a clitoris, she hunched her ass up strongly and her hands pulled at his hair.
Hot! Just a kid, Brad thought, but hot as a grown woman. Remembering Donnas' pussy when she was about the same age, he grinned at the acridity of the taste between the lips. Young kids were always gamier-they hadn't developed the hot flow of juice from their vaginas and maybe they weren't so careful in wiping their little twats after a piss.
Under him, his cock had forgotten the wear and tear of two powerful orgasms and was pressing its hard length up to his belly. No use in waiting, he thought. This tight little cunt-he'd have to push hard to get it all in her!
He moved one of the pillows. Her ass, round and firm, was almost enough to raise the open slit to just the right height. The tender head of his cock, brushing against the soft skin of her thighs, near her pussy, nodded up and down and Brad crouched on hands and knees, looking at the welcoming smile on the childish face. "Do you know how to put it in, or do you want me to?" he asked, smiling. He felt the head rub in something slick and wet and knew that the entry would at least be greased up plenty.
"No, you do it," the girl whispered and closed her eyes again, a look of frightened expectancy on her face.
There really was plenty of juice, Brad realized. The head went in easy enough, but when the hard column hit the tight hole, it stopped. He pushed impatiently and the girl moved, letting out a little yelp of pain. Still, the cock went in, even if her cunt was so small and he pulled out an inch of it to pick up more of her juices before he pushed back again.
This time, the girl didn't utter a sound, but her face was almost grim in its concentration. A little pain, Brad reflected, only made a fuck better. He pushed again and something stopped him. And suddenly, he had a shaking thought.
"Hey," he said firmly and the girl opened her eyes to smile at him. "You haven't got a maidenhead in there, have you?" He was more or less kidding. If she worked for Bill Derwin, how could she have a maidenhead?
The girl's smile was open and sweet. "I don't think so," she said. "I've had my finger in it since I was ten. And I think I broke something with a douche nozzle a month ago. It bled a lot." She suddenly seemed to contract under him and pushed up hard. "Can't you just go ahead and fuck me?" she asked impatiently. "I'm so hot! Please!"
Brad's own needs gave his loins their force. His mind was slightly off-center, wondering about a number of things, but his cock and balls needed no answers except their own urgency.
But before he lowered his body, Brad stayed on his knees for one last moment... to open the tender little lips with his fingers... to touch a wet finger to the straining little clit. It was hard and ready, miraculous in so young a girl. Brad cautiously lay down, gathering his muscles for the lunge that would tear through whatever remnants of virginity the girl had.
His straining prick was painfully skinned back as he shot his weight forward behind it. There was a shocking bump and the girl whimpered, biting her lips.
With sweet brutality, Brad forced her lips open and shot his tongue into her mouth, feeling her rise slightly at this prod to her passion. "That's the stuff, baby," he whispered. "I'm going to shove it in again. You push up hard when I do. I'm about to come and I think you are, too. I want to come inside you-all the way inside. Okay? Here we go!"
He had pulled out as far as he dared and even that retreat had been achingly tight. Now, quivering with lust, he slammed in as hard as he could, exultingly noting that the girl had done as he had ordered, pushing herself boldly up to him.
His cock seemed to move forward, with something extraordinarily tight around the knob of it and then that, whatever it was, also gave way and his cock shot all the way in.
The girl gave a loud, shrill cry of pain and he drew back to see that her face was white and taut, but as his cock throbbed, deep inside her, she smiled and opened her eyes.
"God, you're big!" she whispered. "Aren't you? Really big?" She moved involuntarily and there was a little flutter of muscle around his tool, swollen with ready desire. Thinking of the size of the cock on Bill, Brad smiled.
"I guess I am pretty big," he said. "Some are bigger; some are smaller."
"Can you kiss my breasts?" she asked, trying to push the small mounds up. "They sort of ache. Can you reach them?"
Brad arched his back and somehow got one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking it as hard as he could. The girl wiggled under him, her cunt fluttering again.
Careful not to move his cock in or out, since he was on a hair-trigger verge of coming, Brad pushed up on his hands; then, placing them on her hips to pull her along with him, he raised to his knees. "Put your legs behind my back," he said, "and hold yourself there."
Watching her smiling face, he began to play with her baby breasts, so much softer than he had thought they would be, but with wide pink circles targeting the nipples. "Feel good?" he asked and the girl wiggled again. "Oh, wow!" she said. "Just wonderful. It's making me want to come. Can we fuck now?"
Brad lowered himself to her breast again, moving his cock slightly. "It almost chokes me," the girl whispered. "It's pushing against my stomach, like." She giggled. "It feels like it anyhow," she added. She moved sharply, as though some pain had struck her and her breath hissed in Brad's ear.
He pulled back and her body slammed up against him, so that his cock jarred against her hard cervix and the tight grip around his already swollen prick seemed to press at once on all the nerves that trigger an orgasm.
For the girl's sake, wanting to be certain that she came, he tried to make his thrusts slow and precise, but her body was slamming against his with such strength that he had no choice but to meet her, in a rhythm that seemed to take them both on a ride into a chaos of wild feeling, where he could feel his seed pour out in spurts so fierce that they burned his tubes. She was so tight that none of his slick seed came bubbling out around the stem of his cock and her muscle spasms, milking him to the last drop, came back each time his prick gave a reflex throb.
Because of his greater weight, Brad rolled onto his back, pulling the girl with him and she sat gaily up on his shrinking prick, a look of complete happiness on her elfin face. She bent quickly down to kiss and put her cheek against his.
"You know," she whispered, "this is the-craziest thing that ever happened to any girl. My very first fuck-and I don't even know your name!"
Brad laughed explosively. "I'm Brad Street," he said. "And all I know of you is that you're called Ellen." His cock, still full of lovely feeling, was growing smaller and only her weight was keeping it in. "Roll off, Ellen and let me look at that sweet little pussy!"
Pouting, she let him push her off and laughed as she saw his tool, less than half the size if was when she first saw it.
"Do they always shrink up like that?" she asked. And Brad laughed at her naivet'. She rubbed his cock, holding up a hand sticky with semen, blood-streaked from her torn hymen. "Ugh!" she said. "Pretty messy, isn't it?"
"Pretty wonderful!" he corrected her, taking her hand and kissing it. He turned to her as she lay on her side, fingering one of her small breasts. The sight of her young belly, with its barely visible ring of hair on her fat little pubis, was touching and he felt a pang of remorse, strange for him, at the welling of blood from her puffed-out lips. He turned his eyes back to hers.
"I've got to get back to the party, I guess, Ellen," he said apologetically. "But I don't want this to be good-bye. May I call you sometime?"
She patted his cheek. "Certainly, Brad," she agreed. "Any time you want."
"Who do I ask for?" he asked. "All I know is Ellen."
The girl laughed. "Oh, I thought you knew," she replied. "I'm Ellen Derwin-I'm Bill Derwin's daughter!"
At Brad's change of expression, as pained as if she had twisted his balls, Ellen sat up, with deep concern in her face.
"What's wrong, Brad?" she inquired anxiously. "Are you sick?"
Heavily, Brad swung his feet to the floor, his head hanging, shoulders sagging. "I'm sick," he said woodenly. "Sick, sick, sick!"
Ellen moved against him, her arm around him, feeling for a cock so shrunken by shock that it was no larger than a finger.
"But why?" She whispered the question.
"I've just blown the best job I ever had," he said, misery in his voice. "If your dad finds out-" and he choked up.
Ellen got up on her knees, pulling his head to her warm, taut belly. "No, Brad!" she cried. "No way!"
"You mean... you won't tell him?" Brad asked wonderingly, hope lighting his face.
"Pooh!" the child said, laughing. "You don't know my father! He knows something like this had to happen to me, sooner or later. He's told me so. He couldn't know it would be with someone so... sweet and grown-up and well, what do I say? As manly as you are!"
"That's what scares me, Ellen," Brad confessed. "I'm too grown-up to mess with a young girl! I must be crazy! No, he'll bust me for sure. And I deserve it!"
Smiling, Ellen shook her head. "You're wrong, Brad," she declared firmly. "My dad admires guts more than anything else in the world. Initiative! And isn't that what we both showed-initiative?"