Chapter 4
On that same morning that Kathy tried and failed to have sex with her husband before going to his office, Dolly Scales opened her legs to accept the prick of her husband, Frank Scales.
"Uh, oh, oh, so good," said Frank, driving his blade into the blonde's cunt. Her sexual tension relieved the night before by the hot suck with her brother, Dolly relaxed with indulgence to allow this morning sex. She'd gotten home too late last night to satisfy him, but it was a good way to start the day on a snowy midwinter morning. She guessed she was entering another phase when cock meant more to her than cunt, turned on by Chuck's use of her sexuality.
Her cunt flowed wetly and she thrust up her loins to get the full effect of her husband's hard-on. She only wished the forty-give year old man wouldn't strain so hard. She'd never expected him to be a stud. But he was so aware of her youth and beauty that he always made it a federal case. As he was now doing.
"Ah, Frank, your prick makes my belly fuck-hot! Do it, do it, lover!" she enthused. She was getting plenty hot from his thrusts.
But she was destined to be disappointed just as Kathy had been by her husband. Sweating and grunting to his limit, Frank Scales began to fade. Dolly felt his softening prick and held her breath. "Awwww, nooooo," complained Frank and thrust faster and harder. Instead of the fuck action restoring his hard-on, the opposite happened. His cock got softer and softer. Presently he lost friction contact entirely.
"Oh, Dolly, I'm sorry, damn it!" he cried, both angry and embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it, honey," she said, patting his head. "Everybody misses once in a while."
"I'm getting old. I'm going to lose my sex power. I'm going to lose you."
"No way," she laughed. "You don't have to fuck to keep me. At least, not very often."
Frank didn't understand that, of course. He didn't know about his wife's letch for girls. It so happened that Dolly Scales, more than any woman in Cranfield could exist on minimum husband-sex, but she could never tell him why. The City Manager had a narrow view of sex. "Sex is only a part of love," she'd told him many times. "Also, with you, Frank, it goes in cycles. You'll run hot for a while and then cool for a while. So quit trying to be a stud."
But he paid her no attention. His day was already ruined now, and he went grumpily off to work. With a sigh, Dolly decided she'd just have to endure. Maybe take a bath later, and when her step-daughter left the house, relieve her frustrated loins with a vibrator...
When Frank got to work, it was even worse. Kathy Lewis, his secretary, of whom he stood in considerable awe because of her beauty, had chosen today to wear one of her sexiest outfits, her pearl gray pants suit. Looking at her charms, Frank was aware of his full balls and his sore cock. One of the maddening things about being older was you wanted to get it off, your balls were full, but you couldn't get hard. Complete frustration!
Fortunately she wasn't showing her sunny personality on a day when he didn't feel sunny. She seemed subdued and withdrawn, almost shy to face him, and after they'd exchanged greetings, she stayed in her own outer office.
There was a white envelope on Frank's desk, with a stack of bills in it and a long letter. Frank read the letter with a sinking heart and then summoned Kathy.
"You brought this in?"
"Yes."
"You counted the money."
"Yes."
"Why didn't my stupid, goddam brother-in-law bring it himself? Then I could've blasted him apart."
"That's why. I tried to tell him."
Frank took the envelope, the letter and the money and tossed all of it into his wastebasket in contempt. "I always knew he'd pull some dumb shit stunt like this someday. I kept hoping he wouldn't. You certainly know it's pure crap."
To his satisfaction, she looked pleased. "Exactly what I thought," she said. "He's a sex-crazy, stupid Chicago ass-hole!"
For the first time that day, he smiled. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it, Kathy," he said. "I'll take care of Dolly's part in it too. I'll blister her bottom on this." He reached for his phone while Kathy made her escape. So much for the great stud, Chuck Webster, she thought in triumphant vindication. Poor Dolly, to have such a brutish brother!
Frank watched Kathy go, trim in her outfit, and knew he loved her almost as much as his pretty young wife ... and she was sensible, too!
Later that morning, jacking himself off in his private bathroom, Frank felt a little more kindly towards his brother-in-law. Ohhh, he had it hard now. All he had to do was think of that Kathy and the way the soft material of her clothing followed her body contours and he got a young man's prick. He was doing his favorite fantasy, where he and Kathy were stuck at some meeting in some motel, and one thing led to another, and he got to fuck the young girl.
Loyally, he tried to switch his mind to the slim, sexy body of Dolly. The trouble was, she was a known quantity. There was nothing to fantasize about her; he knew her body intimately. Well, dammit, what was wrong with thinking about Kathy's body. Half the men in Cranfield wanted to fuck the young girl, why wouldn't he?
"The one good thing about Chuck's plan," he muttered aloud. It would bring Kathy plenty of money. As well as Chuck, Dolly and himself. "Goooood," he said, his hard-on thrilling.
God knows, they all needed the money. He certainly did, and he knew Chuck did. But, my God, him an award-winning City Manager and his own goddam brother-in-law trying to set him up for prison bait.
Kathy Lewis opened the door of the bathroom and came in, obviously not expecting to find anyone. Frank sat on the toilet, his cock straining big in his hand as he pumped it, staring up at her in shock and very quickly in burning, acute embarrassment.
"Oh my God!" he went, shamed to his core.
"Oh, Frank s-s-s-soooorrreee," she gave a little scream and spun and rushed out of there.
And it was his own damn fault, because he'd told her he was going over to the courthouse so he could hide out and masturbate, and the City of Cranfield had given him this private John out of respect for its beloved Frank Scales, and of course Kathy used it when she thought he wasn't around. The situation had just not come up before.
Kathy managed to avoid her boss until the afternoon. The truth was, she had a warm and deep respect for Frank, and the sight of the poor guy taking care of himself in the bathroom shook her up as much as anything that had happened in the past two days. She'd never cared much for Dolly, and she'd suspected Frank's sex life was not of the best. Too often the blonde's hands lingered on the person of some woman, and Kathy wondered about her. Dolly could give you a melting gaze that said "bedroom", and she was pert and cute. And, of course, she was the sister of that twisted man, Chuck Webster, so what could you expect? Between these two sadists, Cranfield was turning into Sex City, or something.
Anyway, Frank had, or would, settle Chuck's hash on that crazy plan, and that gave Kathy the power to forget about the insolent man who's used her so cruelly. She just wished there was something she could do for Frank, one of the few good people left in this world!
At last they faced each other across his desk. He was blushing of course. "I feel I have to apologize ... for what you saw," he gulped.
"Please don't," she said. "I'm married, too. I know that there're always problems."
"I have trouble with Dolly staying hard!" Frank suddenly burst out. "I failed her this morning!" He had by no means planned to utter such a confidence, but the pressure was just too great. He thought so much of Kathy he just had to set it right.
It was Kathy's turn to blush. But she had to make Frank feel better. "Don't worry about it, Mr. Scales. Frank. I sometimes have the same problem. I mean just this morning, Tom he-" There! For her part, she'd also said too much!
Frank looked at her absolutely astounded. "You your young husband has hard-on trouble?" He couldn't have been more amazed if the City Council had called to say that Cranfield was going out of business. "You-"
"Oh, sure. Well, I mean there are times for everybody-"
"I can't believe it!" he cried. "Why, you make me hard just walking across my office!" Then he stopped and blushed more deeply, aware that once again he'd said the wrong thing. "I mean, I don't mean-" he stammered.
"You have a beautiful prick!" she almost shouted. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with it."
What devil had gotten into them, she wondered. Here she was blushing and he was blushing, and sweating and confessing like a couple of high school kids. She knew she was attractive to men, but she was really shaken to think that the austere, remote Frank Scales got hard when she walked by.
"We'd better stop talking about such things," he said, "I'll say!" she agreed.
He got up and walked around his chair. "Anyway, this is a letter to Kathy, did you mean that. That you think my I it-"
"The best in Cranfield," she said loyally, letting him feel her sentiment. "Forget all those guys that make cracks at me. They're trash. But yours why, I'd suck it off any day in the week uh except my husband-"
Frank stood there, blushing, stammering and gurgling.
"Any way in the deek!" he cried, his tongue twisting. "Oh, Kathy!"
Now she was hot and blushing and could only think of fleeing. "Frank, we'd better do your letter later." She fled from his office. She really hadn't meant to come up with that crack about sucking him off. She'd only meant to tell him of her deep respect for him. But, doggone it, if Frank asked, she'd just about do it!
She looked at the door of his closed office. Frank would never ask, of course. And she couldn't possibly do it. She loved her husband and had been forced into sex with his boss. Now here was sex coming at her from a different angle. Still, Dolly and Chuck had rigged that crazy plan, and Frank had stopped it and saved her. She really owed him something for that. Why, Frank with his influence could probably get Tom a job somewhere else if Chuck fired him!
"Kathy, will you come in, please."
She went into his office reluctantly. Things felt all up in the air today. "Yes, Frank?" She stood before his desk.
"I-just wanted you to know that thing this morning in the bathroom. I didn't finish it, you know. I mean, with what happened, I couldn't possibly."
"I understand." She just stood there, fixed to the spot. She felt a warm glow in her loins and soft compassion for the man struggling with what he had to struggle with. Inhibited, high-minded, and so very vulnerable. She wondered what she'd do, if he asked. Well, she'd have to say "no", of course. Still, her knees shook.
"Wah-" he said. "What?"
"Woo-" he said. "Woo?" she asked.
His tongue clicked against his teeth. He looked like a man before a firing squad. "Woul-dyousuckmeoff?" he rushed, and closed his eyes as if about to faint.
"What?" she asked, her heart beginning to pound.
"I want to be sucked," he said too loudly and covered his face with his hands.
"Oh, Frank, I couldn't possibly do that," she said. Heart pounding, she turned and walked out of his office and back to her own. She was trembling as she sat down. Her cunt was all aglow, and she felt as if she were sliding off into some weird insanity. She thought about Frank in the bathroom, his stiff prick thrusting up in his hand. A beautiful prick! A deserving prick! Nice guys like Frank went unsucked while beasts like Chuck shoved their unwanted dongs up your ass. That was a fact! Chuck and that horrible Dolly. Probably the blonde ruined his sex on purpose.
It was as if some mysterious force propelled her out of her chair. She went back to Frank's office. She thought he was probably relieved that she'd refused him. She knew how nice guys' mind worked. It took all their courage just to pop a question like that, let alone ever getting any goodies. All he could feel good about was that he'd finally asked for what he really wanted.
Frank stared up at her in a daze of wonderment, like a kid handed a key to the candy store. The minute she started to walk across his rug, she saw he knew what was going to happen. She walked right up to him and undid his zipper. She took out his soft cock. She began to stroke it.
"You're the finest, most generous person in the world," she said. "You're beautiful and your c-c-c-cock is too!"
His cock practically sprang hard in her hand. "Tom couldn't do better," she said.
"Oh, Kathy!" he breathed.
She slid down to her knees. He watched her as if it were Christmas time again and a real Santa Claus had slid out from a chimney with a bag of goodies. Kathy bent her beautiful head, and Frank Scales' wildest dream came true. There she was, in that sexy suit, handling his cock and now those lovely lips opened and his stiff, straining blade passed into her mouth. He felt her interior body heat. He felt the slide of her teeth against his cock, thrilling it. He felt her tongue lave him, and felt the heavenly suction of her mouth-suck.
"Ah, Kathy, oh my God. Ah, oh, oh, oh. Ah!"
"Mmmmmmmmm"
He looked down at her, took hold of her shoulders, touched her auburn hair in wonder, and his mind exploded, along with his cock.
"KAAATHHHHEEEEE!" he went.
Startled by this dramatic response to her mouth, Kathy almost lost his prick. She pulled back and caught his first two spurts right on the point of her nose, body-warm male jism bursting with aching joy. She quickly mouthed him again and greedily drank the rest of the leaping spend while he whimpered and moaned his extreme delight. Once spent, his blade quickly began to soften.
It was the nice guy fucking up all over again. He was delighted with the relief to his body and he was hugely embarrassed that his swollen dick had blasted so soon.
"Oh, thank you, Kathy, my dear sweet girl. I screwed it up, didn't I?"
She laughed ruefully as she got back on her feet. "Yes, Frank, you screwed it up." The smell of his come on her face was making her hot. After all this emotion and embarrassment, a quick couple of sucks and he'd faded.
"Just the same I'll give you some oral sex," he said loyally. "I really will, Kathy. I'd love to do it for you."
"No, Frank," she said. "I don't need it." She held his cock in her hand humid from her saliva. "All right," she said. "We've gotten over the first hump, Frank. Now I'll give you ten minutes or so to rest, and then I'm really going to empty your prick like it's never been done before." She started to undo her blouse. To hell with it. Nice guys deserved to live, too, and so did nice girls. They were going to do it well, they were going to do it right, and they were going to enjoy the hell out of it, and screw Dolly and Chuck. And even Tom, for that matter.
Frank was forty-five years old and had a slight paunch and lacked some of his hair. But as the naked Kathy mounted his-likewise naked body she felt as thrilled as if he were Tarzan. Her cunt was hot and her nipples were positively clenched in hardness. His cock was still soft but it showed evidence of rising again. As she slid her young, smooth-skinned body on his and let him feed her tits, those large, full beauties (that Dolly didn't have) into his mouth, she felt his heart begin to thud. Behind her, her hot cunt leaked girl juice down on his belly and pubic hair. Then, like some mysterious force of nature operated, she felt the old man's blade rise right up in rigid tension. He lacked juice yet, but he was hard like that!
They reveled in each other's nudity, deeply enjoying the feeling of stroking and kissing a strange body. For Frank, with all of the sex fantasies he'd had about his secretary it was really heavenly. His own wife was lovely, but Kathy was at least five years younger and much more voluptuous. Her full, firm breasts alone were enough to guarantee his hard-on, his mouth working big, bold nipples and all that soft skin. Her belly was softer, and her ass, when he stroked it, was pure living velvet.
"Kathy, I've wanted you so much. You're so doggone beautiful," he breathed.
For Kathy the trip was-likewise heavenly. Tom had a soft skin, and a shy way in his love making. She sometimes thought she'd picked an indifferent husband because so many guys had chased her and their eagerness turned her off. Well, no longer! Frank felt hard and masculine to her, and he had an intensity of desire she wasn't used to. Her cunt began to flow, and his hands seemed to stroke new, rich flames into her body.
"Frank, you're fabulous. I always thought you so cold proper. Now, like a volcano."
He laughed beginning to relax into his love-making. "Forty-five isn't so doggone old, child." He began to kiss her on the mouth. At first she shied from this, but there was no denying his hot desire to get his tongue inside her lips so she gave in on that. It was amazing how much a warm, open-mouthed kiss added to the fires of sex. Almost reluctantly, she turned from kissing his mouth to reverse her body on top of his on the big, office sofa, so they were in a good position for the 69.
It never occurred to either of them that Frank could fuck her. Tom liked the suck, and Kathy always made love to him in this fashion first. For his part, Frank feared that hot, tight young girl cunt as a possible tunnel of failure as well as a tunnel of joy, remembering how he sometimes faded on Dolly. With all that rich, naked beauty open to him, he might cream too soon or fade into softness out of sheer, rushing desire to get it off.
Slooooow! Sexy! Kathy found his cock a straining obedient soldier and slipped it into her mouth and felt Frank gasp in deep pleasure at the suck-lock. She gently ate and nibbled the head of it, surprised to find Frank so cock-sensitive that he writhed in her treatment. "Oh, Kathy, Oh, oh, oh," he went.
Then she licked down his shaft. She had a way of holding his prick between her upper teeth and her tongue and giving the sliding skin a slight sideways motion..."Mmmmmmmm," she went, servicing him. At that extra motion she felt him surge and sensed at the same moment he sensed it, that he had his jism-throw capability back. Amazing.
"There's sure nothing wrong with your come-factory," she laughed. "I can almost feel the good stuff bubbling out fresh down there." And she laved and gently ate his balls to encourage the process.
"Oh, good God!" breathed Frank in awe.
Reluctantly he put his mouth to her cunt. Not that he was reluctant to suck that ripe, red girl slit. Far from it; to him it was a crescent from heaven. But he'd've preferred to concentrate every nerve on this first glorious suck with his new partner. His conscience wouldn't let him. Nobody got a free ride in this world. He thrilled when he felt her copious flow which he began to suck into his mouth. He, Frank Scales, had made that hot, young juice run. She really wanted his prick!
"Oh, oh, oh." It was Kathy's turn to let go of his cock and enjoy her cunt violation. She'd never felt a more avid tongue, grooving into her swollen tunnel, stroking her clitoris, mouth hungrily sucking her juice, moving her parts, using her to her rising delight. Why the old man was a wonderful lover. She'd feared that all this stimulation might make him break and spurt too soon. Instead it was the young girl who might have to surrender first.
"Oh, Frank, my God, heavenly, be beautiful," she managed, beginning to fuck-buck her loins to his face. "Mmmmm," he went in encouragement, and she indulged herself to neglect his cock for some time to ride, ride in glory. How wild and weird the human body that such a small area of nerves could feel so good. Everything from her stomach down was a glowing lava bed. Goooood! Then Frank tried something Tom never did. He got his finger alongside his mouth and began to plung it deep in her guts.
That sent her into her rutting woman. "Oh, oh, oh," she said as she fucked lustily on his face. He changed off, giving her two fingers and then three, opening her vagina wide and she began to sob and slobber in delight. "F-fuck me, rape me, you old bastard lover," she squealed in hot delight. She could feel his wedding ring zinging past her clitoris and that extra bit drove her right up the wall.
"AH, JESUS, NO, NO, NO," she went, a coward before the hot driving intensity of his suck.
She locked her legs and gave up her sex to him. Throb, throb, throb. "Oh, oh, oh," she said, as she spasmed and faded, a fucked-out little girl brought to her peak and carried to orgasmic heaven.
Feeling her hot delight and her glory at riding off her sex tension, Frank felt his own loins quiver and his cock almost slide into a delightful fade and spending. But he was so anxious to do it well and give the girl every bit of attention at her orgasm that he put it out of his mind and held back.
Sweating, mumbling, she relaxed on his body, spent and glowing in her torpor. She was astonished that after those rough usages of her body last night and this morning that she was still able to get it off so well. Her body must be a lot more sex-capable than she'd ever enjoyed with Tom.
Then she began to gobble the old man. No mercy for Frank now. "I'm going to suck your guts out!" she told him and began to pressure his delighted cock with her tongue, teeth and lips. Some of that imperative style of Chuck's fucking seemed to have seeped into her, because she sucked and teased and nibbled right on past his throbbing, while he positively writhed and begged for mercy. "Oh, Kathy, it'll kill me. Ki kill me. Ah, oh, ah, oh!"
What a fabulous thing to feel a man surge up into his sex lock! like a paralysis, his muscles in his belly, butt and thighs locked and he lifted her in the exquisite top of his freeze. Then "GOD, OH, GOD, I'M FU-FUCKED AND T-T-TAKEN!" he cried and sent hot gushes of male semen pounding into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of rich male come, as he moaned in his distress-joy, his body paying off in the best orgasm he'd had in months. Hugely delighted, Kathy sucked every last drop until she realized he'd reached that over-sensitivity of the after-throw when she had to let go. She laughed in pleasure and relaxed, licking his stiff pubic hairs. "You can throw it as good as any man in Cranfield, and hold it as long," she complimented him. "Ahhhhh," he said, settling into his relaxed after-fuck. His cock went soft and rubbery but he had no anger against it now it had served supremely well!
Then he laughed in vexation. "Kathy I'm embarrassed to tell you this. But while I was jogging into your precious cunt I lost my wedding ring up your channel!"
She was shocked and then she began to laugh
But her cunt was far too slippery to recover the ring right then. Presently Frank took the office letter opener, and peering down into her pink vagina, fished for it. Kathy giggled in huge delight at this wild situation, while Frank was cracking up and trying to spear his ring.
"Oh, Frank, car-careful I don't get wounded
"Got you in me power, me proud beauty," he yipped and jogged her gently with the dagger-like instrument. That was just scary enough to give her a new sex thrill...
Absorbed in this delightful sex play, neither one of them sensed the private door behind Frank's desk open, and Pritchard Benbold, the City Engineer, walked into the office. He stopped in shock, small eyes in his pig-like face gleaming as he saw the lascivious scene before his eyes. Ben-bold was no friend of Frank Scales, because he'd wanted the City Manager job for years. He stared for a long number of seconds and then, smiling, quietly withdrew...