Chapter 5
Let it be stated clearly that Greta Schoen, one-time secretary to Uncle Mike in Washington, played a definite role in shaping Lisa's sex life.
Greta had worked for Mike at the time when he was doing his research on the shape of the world to come. He had done, at the same time, some research on the shape of Greta's body, and found it a blissful pursuit. Greta was built like an Amazon queen, with a voluptuous body and joyous jugs as big as pineapples. She had great legs, with strong thighs, often very visible, because she wore dresses that showed off her great features. Greta believed in keeping her body beautiful, and she worked at it with strenuous exertions. She did yoga and bar exercises, she ran around the track, she bent and twisted her body, and she ate meat like a cannibal—all of which went to make her body a beautiful engine of destruction.
And she had a thirst for sex that was quite insatiable.
From the very first day she worked for Mike, he was amazed at the power of her animal sexuality. It flowed out of her like some sexual secretion. When, taking his dictation, she crossed her knees and her short skirt rose to show a plentiful expanse of white-skinned calf and thigh, he had to struggle to concentrate on the task at hand.
Greta at this time was twenty, and though Mike did not know it yet, she had a taste for roughhouse sex. She had been brought up by a father who believed that if you spare the rod you spoil the child. And he did a lot of whacking of her tail, mostly for its own sake, for he was a sadistic brute. He pretended that each slap of his palm was turning her into a good citizen; but he was getting his secret sexual kicks from it. If he hadn't had his wife around, he might have done worse.
Young Greta couldn't help but feel his hard cock when he beat her, and this gave her a fiendish pleasure in getting her ass belabored. It made her cunt hum, and sometimes cream.
She put together the punishment and the pleasure in her mind, and figured that the way she got off was if some male whacked her ass.
Even then Greta was intensely interested in sex, and she went through some exciting adventures while growing up.
She learned how to suck cock, and how to provoke her sex partner so that he would come on strong. That if he made her suffer it turned her on. It was curious, but that was how she was.
When she came to Washington and went to work for Mike, she was instantly attracted by the rugged, soft-spoken, intellectual Southerner. She craved to seduce him. She kept staring at his britches, for it was easy to see the prodigious pack he carried. The sight made her cunt wet, and she yearned to divert him from work long enough to think of sex.
She did everything she could to agitate him, showing her legs, pushing her tits at him, letting her mouth hang open as if she wanted to wrap it around his hot meat.
But his concentration on his work was so intense, he seemed oblivious to her charms.
In actuality, Mike was fighting for control, trying to resist the tremendous magnetism of her body. Oh, he knew how to conceal his lust, but his cock definitely went hard when Greta's luscious lips curved in a seductive circle, and he yearned to get her hot mouth around it.
One night they worked late. Greta was determined that that would be the night she would get into his pants.
He had been dictating hard, staring at the ceiling in order to concentrate, because each time he looked at her, he couldn't help noticing her legs—superb legs—with the thighs spread apart, as if to welcome a hot intruder to the warm cunt between them.
He tried to hold onto his thoughts about man's aggressive nature, and how it might cause him to use nuclear weapons to destroy his own destiny; but when his gaze slipped to those open thighs, his thoughts would scatter.
He looked at Greta's face. Again her lips were forming that sinful circle, part of her persistent pitch to get at his prick. He felt a fiendish impulse to unzip his pants and thrust his cock right at her. That was the sort of lewd idea she set off in his head. It was horrible, Mike thought, to pretend to be civilized and keep talking calmly as he was, when everything in him wanted to behave like an animal.
Mike felt that man's true nature was to be a rapist. To behave in a civilized style put terrific pressure on man, which was why he was so afflicted with psychosomatic ailments, from high blood pressure to ulcers.
Mike began to think of the lion he had seen in an African film, and how the horny beast, each time he got sexy, would grab the female with his claws, mount her in place and pump away.
Thinking about that, he couldn't go on with his dictating. He stopped, went to the liquor cabinet and poured two drinks.
"Let's take a break, if you don't mind, Greta."
"Nothing I'd like better." She smiled, and her hands smoothed her blouse over her swollen tits, which were aching to have their nipples sucked. Greta could take dictation while thinking of the most erotic images. She was talented that way.
For a few minutes they sat and sipped Jack Daniels. Then he said, "My head is just full of that African film I saw on TV last night."
"What was it about?"
"About lions. I was fascinated by the way that the lion mates."
Her eyes sparkled. This was the sort of talk that reached her. She was bright, but she had had a bellyful of the sociology of man in the next hundred years. She was up to her ears in that crap. She wanted to hear about the mating habits of the lion and the lionesses.
"What fascinated you?"
"Well," he grinned, feeling the booze loosening him up, "the lion is probably the horniest animal in the Jungle. He's always screwing the nearest lioness. He stuffs his gut and get horny. He's a lazy brute who doesn't hunt. His job is to protect the pride, mostly from other male lions, and he's a powerful monster. He waits for the lioness to bring home the bacon, usually a tasty zebra, then he cuffs her out of the way and grabs the tastiest piece of meat, then walks majestically away to let the lesser fry eat—the females and the kids.
"Meanwhile he gets horny as hell and starts to erect. He grabs the nearest female, claws her into position and shoves his kindly cock into her. She claws back at him once or twice, because he's probably giving her heaven and hell at the same time. But he knocks her about and nips at her flanks so she stays put. Then afterward she licks his face—all grateful, you see.
"He does the same thing, after a short rest, to another female. Then another. He's quite a sex fiend, the male lion is!"
And Mike grinned at Greta.
She grinned back. "We all love the male lion, because he knows how to handle the female. He's the perfect example of how a true male should act. Powerful, aggressive, masterful. The true male takes what he wants."
Mike gulped his booze, and poured two more, "Did I understand you to say that the true male takes what he wants?"
"Yes." She pushed her tits at him.
His pulse began to beat faster and his cock began to rise. "In that case, I should grab you, upend you, and do all sorts of violence to you."
She breathed heavily. "Sounds heavenly."
Her cunt had gone wet at the thought of violence. She hoped that he would slap her ass first, because that always melted her down.
Mike was still hesitant, for after all, they were in a government office, and if anyone stumbled in, there would be hell to pay. But his cock had gone hard as mahogany. He couldn't get out of his mind the picture of her spread thighs and the hot cunt that nestled between them. And she was only twenty, while he was forty-four. A perfect match, he thought.
"Do I understand that you'd like me to violate you?"
"If that's what you want," she murmured, feeling faint with lust. If only he would hurry and do something instead of talk. He was the talkingest guy in the world. Get started, for heaven's sake, she thought. Grab me, violate me, pummel me with your rude, rough cock!
Finally the look on her face reached him, and he walked to the door and snapped the automatic lock—for even at a moment like this, Mike was interested in survival. Meanwhile he cursed himself for being a tame idiot. All this time, this cunt had been waving sex at him and trying to get him to shove his cock into her cunt! What an imbecile he was!
He came over to sit alongside her, and put his hand on her pineapple-sized tit. He practically fell over at the feel of her fabulous mammary. He grabbed it hard, squeezed it, and instantly she flung her mouth against his.
He kissed her fervently. Her mouth opened, and he was overwhelmed with a lust to shove his cock into that greedy cavern of passion. She was like a tigress, ready to devour him.
Her tongue came out demandingly and touched his, flicking against it; then her hand went down boldly to his cock, hurting and swollen.
He unzipped his pants to bring out the panting, red-headed monster, and shoved her head down toward it. Instantly her hot mouth grabbed hold of his stiff meat, and she started to suck and slurp on it like a starved woman.
He watched with terrific excitement as she worked her mouth like a vacuum over the throbbing tool. She seemed to be a cocksucker supreme, judging by the way her tongue worked avidly under the head and along the shaft, her lips pulling, her mouth sucking.
She had apparently had a world of experience, even at her young age; she ate him like a cannibal.
He lay back, basking in the kicky pleasure of having his cock sucked by a connoisseur. Then she suddenly stopped.
Her eyes were cold as ice.
He stared at her. It seemed incredible that this hot-blooded little tart, who had just now been eating him in a smouldering passion, could suddenly screech to a stop. And what did that frozen look on her face mean?
"I can't go on," she said. "Not until you do something."
"What?" He was stunned.
"I'm paralyzed right now. Can't lick you another moment. It's psychological. Hope you understand. I have this hang-up. We all have. You like your cock sucked. Okay. I could do it, but you have to do something to me first."
"What is it?" He was practically in shock, for if there was one thing Mike hated it was having his cock in this hung-up condition, ready to blast, but choked-up. He was ready to do anything to get her back on his panting prick.
She leaned forward, her eyes blazing. "You have to pull my panties down and beat my ass. That's all. Don't ask questions. Don't get into the psychology of it. Just do it!"
Her eyes were piteous and pleading, her mouth open, her lips still wet from her passionate sucking of his cock.
He didn't waste a moment. He stood her up, lifted her dress, and pulled down her panties. He gazed at her luscious honey-haired cunt, with its gleaming pink slit, feeling a terrific desire to shove his finger into it.
But instead he turned her over his lap and pulled her dress up to expose her round white buttocks, exquisitely shaped from all the gym work she did.
He body tensed preparing for what was to her one most excruciating pleasures of life. "Beat me, beat me," she murmured, her voice loaded with fierce excitement.
Mike was turned-on too. He had been into scenes like this before. He knew that there were masochists who had to have spankings before their sex. He felt it was a result of the childhood system of punishments and rewards. Little girls got their heads all mixed up, and thought that a little pain had to precede their entrance to heaven.
He let his hand come down over the plump, firm white flesh. The smacking sound it made was rather pleasant. Her ass squirmed, then rose to meet his descending hand as he hit her again. She whimpered with pain and excitement.
He slapped her again and again, finding it very enjoyable, especially when she began to grind her cunt against his hot, upstanding cock. The pleasure he found in her punishment astonished Mike, for even with his wife, he had never had too much love for the spanking syndrome.
But Greta had plenty. She had begun to pant heavily as he continued to hit her. Her fists were clenched with passion, and her face, when she looked at him, was shining with ecstasy.
He lifted her off his lap. "Now, you little bitch, suck my cock or you'll get a real whacking. I'll ream your ass off!"
She whimpered like a little girl, and then she went down to his cock and began to nuzzle it, lick it, love it, as if it were her best friend in the world, or the most delicious popsicle she had ever tasted. She sucked and licked and nibbled, and then took it deep into her throat, as if trying to swallow it whole.
Then she went down to his balls, and gave each one of them a luscious licking. He stared at her in amazement.
Then she stood up and took off her dress? and her shirt. Her body was entirely nude, and the sight of it made him want to crawl the walls, it was so great. She was built like a combination of the goddess Circe and a ballet dancer, her sensual figure wonderfully built-up by her gym work. Big boobs, flat belly, strong thighs, slender waist, and creamy skin. Her pubic hair was short, and showed her scarlet-tipped cunt clearly.
She was a spectacular feast. And he stared at her, hypnotized with pleasure.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded, lowering herself to the floor and spreading her legs, opening her wet cunt to his greedy gaze.
His body lunged at hers, and immediately his great cock found its way into her hot slit. He could feel the scalding flesh, all velvety and soft, tight around his cock.
He grabbed her buttocks, shoving his cock into the depths of her cunt, and he heard her gasp as the hard shaft speared its way deeper and deeper into her crotch. Her passion was so intense that she grabbed for his face to kiss his mouth, meanwhile arching her buttocks to capture the rest of his cock.
He was into her now up to the hilt. He got one hand on her big tit and brought his mouth down to its nipple, to suckle on it, meanwhile sliding his ass up and down, easing his cock in and out of her seething cunt lips.
It was a blissful sensation, sucking on her fat nipple, feeling that juicy meat in his mouth while his cock pierced the tight, scorching cunt. Now he grabbed her ass tightly and began to pump his cock into her hard and fierce, banging up against her venus mound as he buried his tool in her depths.
She was a fabulous fuck, and he could feel the gooseflesh forming on him as his cock began to prepare for its great come.
But he was not ready for that yet, and he suddenly stopped his plunging and eased his cock out of her. Greta seemed stunned by his quick action.
He turned her over, determined now to get at her ass, for he loved ass-fucking. He pointed his tool at her crinkly hole, and wiggled the wet head inside. It eased in a bit, then came to a stop. She whimpered with the pain of it, but for her, as he well knew, pain was joy, so he kept with it, pushing his cock in harder, forcing it.
She wiggled her ass a bit, as if that would make his cock easier to take, and he watched his red, bruised tool slowly disappear in the depths of her asshole.
It was a marvelous sensation, all tight and warm. His balls were resting on the mounds of her ass. He withdrew slowly and then shoved back in, hard.
She grunted, and groaned, and moaned as he did it again and again, loving the pain and the pleasure of it.
He understood that she craved rough treatment, so he just whipped his thick, hard cock in and out of her ass, thumping her hard each time he went in!
She groaned with ecstasy as he built up a terrific momentum, driving and driving until finally he felt his cock harden and lengthen and swell up to a gigantic size, and then spurt its load, hot and torrential into her ass.
She yelped with the joy of it, clawing at his body in her pain and the ecstasy. He could feel her nails ripping into his thighs, and strangely it made his orgasm more intense than ever I Man, this is the greatest! he thought as his cock jumped, pumping its cream into her asshole, saturating it with gism.
She squirmed and squirmed, apparently into a great come of her own, somehow set off by his orgasm.
They lay there limp, in a state of exhausted bliss; and they knew that from then on, there would be many nights of splendor in that office!
That was the first time they had gotten it off together and their affair had continued for a long time.
Now Greta was coming down from Washington to visit her old boss in Alabama, bringing with her that super-sexed body and her appreciation of him as a fine cocksmith.
Mike may or may not have been surprised at the fact that the moment Greta met Lisa, she knew instantly that the young little slut had been seducing her old boss.