Chapter 11

O'Dwyer was a man of medium height, with graying hair, balding a little, and he asked Karen if she would remain a little while. He wanted her to go over some claim forms. She realized they were not from her own department, but nodded, and after examining the forms and making some minor adjustments, she handed them back to the soft-spoken man with the tender brown eyes.

"Thank you, Karen," he said to her. "With the quarterly audit coming this Monday, I had to make certain those forms were correct. You've learned very quickly in this past week, and I think you'll really go places here. I'd like to repay you for staying late. Would you let me take you to dinner?"

"I have a better idea," she told him, the burning, yearning desire building higher and higher in her seething cunt. Why not come to my apartment where I can cook a spaghetti dinner for the both of us."

"Why that would be very nice," O'Dwyer admitted.

The man was in his early fifties and he was a bachelor. Karen liked him. He was quiet, soft-spoken, and she felt secure around him.

He followed her home in his car, parking in the street outside her apartment house, and then went up with her in the elevator. There was that certain something that passed between them as they reached her front door that let the both of them know they would be sleeping together that night.

Once they were inside, Karen added all the ingredients she needed to some tomato paste and said, "Now it will cook for about two or three hours. In the meantime, I hope you can be patient." When she kissed him he responded immediately, and Karen realized the man's softness hid an inferno. His pelvis was an impatient machine that continually ground against her crotch.

When he loosened his embrace, her hands were already pulling off his jacket and fumbling with his shirt, unbuttoning it while opening his pants. At the same time he pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. After that, the two of them finished undressing one another.

Now that Karen was naked in front of him, O'Dwyer stared avidly at her naked breasts, enjoying the way they were topped with the wondrously hard, dark nipples. Again he slipped his arms around the lovely woman, saying, "I've always made it a policy never to fool around with any woman who works for me."

"Who's fooling?" Karen breathed.

They clung tightly to one another after that, rubbing their naked bodies together, his hairy chest pressing against the soft firmness of her rounded breasts. They kissed one another very hungrily, then Karen slipped from his arms, walked into the bedroom, turned on the light, and after making certain the blinds were closed, pulled the covers back on the bed and lay down.

As he went to her, O'Dwyer, who had an uncanny sense about women, knew that even if she wasn't a virgin-he didn't expect a woman her age to be virginal-in spite of the so-called knowing look in her eyes, she was still a woman not really used to men. He liked that. She had respect for her body, which meant he would also respect it.

She looked beautiful lying there on the bed and he wanted to enjoy and savor her nakedness. He wanted to smell her heat and her passion and to taste the delicious sweetness that was the sticky, clinging juices coming from her tender box.

Slowly he settled onto his knees on the bed beside her. The fingers of his left hand reached out and touched her soft, bare shoulder, feeling the heat of her tender flesh. He moved to her neck and then let his hands curl in her brown hair for a moment. His other hand slowly moved up the inside of her naked thigh as her legs automatically spread themselves. By the time he had run his fingers over her tender thighs, arriving at her soft pussy, his left hand was cupping her hard and swollen breast.

Karen squirmed luxuriously under the older man's caresses. Her hand reached out and stroked his shoulder, and then she looked at his penis. It was as formidable as that of any young man, long and thick, and swollen because of her.

"I'd like to suck it," she whispered.

"Next time around," he said to her, not bothering to say more because his eyes were fixed on her shuddering cunt. Her cuntlips had turned a rich, vibrant red because of her mounting passion, and he felt his saliva filling his mouth as he almost drooled. The tip of his tongue rubbed impatiently against the insides of his front teeth as his hands gently fringed the slopes of her swollen cleft before he lowered his head.

He turned his head sideways, and the lips of his mouth were vertical, meeting the vertical labia of her soft pussy. His nose became embedded into the heatedly soft skin of her thigh as his mouth pressured against her soft cuntlips. Now he caught the scent of her heated passion, a maddening aroma that made the man violently tremble. He moved one hand away from her full breasts and traveled down the silkiness of her soft belly. His tongue came leaping out of his mouth.

He listened to her joyous moan as the tip of his tongue probed her honeyed cleft. Without any conscious effort on his part his tongue shot out still farther. It delved into the flooded slot, flickering and licking and dipping, pulling out the juices and drawing into his voracious mouth.

Karen immediately began to bounce and pitch. Her hands reached out and tangled themselves in the man's thinning hair as the muscles on the underside of his licking tongue began to ache because he probed so deeply into her. He allowed the rough surface of his tongue to scrape against the inner slopes of her vaginal lips. Then he clamped her right labius between his teeth and began nibbling, after which he did the same with her left labius. His chin was heavily coated with her heated oils, and the thrilling scent of her aroused vagina was an overpowering sensation.

He turned his mouth so that his lips were now perpendicular to her labia. The soft cuntlips continually buffeted and pumped against the opening of his hungry mouth. Again and again his tongue licked out, twirling into her sodden cunt, rolling and licking, washing down the walls of her slippery inner channel. He wanted more and more, aching to taste the full flavor of this heated effervescent pussy.

He jammed his chin deeper, feeling it slip between the mounded, heated lips of her soft, slurpy pussy. Searing fluids trickled out of her vaginal cleft, and it seeped and ran down his face while her thighs continued drumming against his temples impatiently.

With a tortured roar O'Dwyer jerked his hungry mouth away from her sodden cunt and stood up for a moment. Then he fell on top of her sprawled feminine form.

He slammed into her cunt with the first probe of his driving cock, and he began slamming it in and out rapidly. Her cunt sucked it in willingly. There was no pain, only pleasure, with just the littlest bit of sweet resistance to enhance it. For O'Dwyer, it was like driving into a vat of melted butter. Heat rushed over his throbbing staff, enveloping it. He drove his hard penis into her again and again as juices gushed around his penis and then out of her cleft as he continually sheathed his hard prick inside her. His hungry mouth began devouring her towering rigid breasts.

He began fucking into her swiftly now, and she reached a mini-climax. He fucked faster, and she reached another climax. O'Dwyer was astounded at her capacity to come, and continued pounding his throbbing cock into her again and again, feeling her respond ever increasingly until the big one caused her to tightly convulse. She screamed, "EEEEYYYYAAA...GGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHH...AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNN...GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" and clamped her thighs tightly around him as he fired his jets into her.

Afterward, they lay still for a very long time.