Chapter 1
"I thought three o'clock would never come!" Linda said as she fitted her lithe, slender body into the front seat of the powerful Jaguar.
"Did the other girls say anything about your leaving early?" Paul asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"I told them I was going to have my hair done," Linda replied, reaching over to take Paul's hand. "And that I was going out of town for the weekend, in case anyone tried to get in touch with me."
Paul Cook nodded approvingly and directed the Jaguar through the early rush-hour traffic, heading for the freeway that would take them to the ocean and the beach house where he planned to spend the next two days with the girl beside him.
Linda sat quietly for a few minutes and, as soon as they were on the freeway, twisted about in her seat. "You won't mind if I get comfortable?" she asked, cocking a quizzical eye at the man who was her employer and who, she hoped, was to become her lover and keeper.
"No, go ahead," Paul told her.
Linda Maddison hesitated for a moment, wondering if she dared take the brash step she had planned, and then she tossed her long, flowing blonde hair impetuously and kicked off her shoes. She reached Under the tight, short skirt and pulled down her panty hose, tossing them aside, and then slipped out of her panties too. "I wanted to get all that unnecessary stuff out of the way," she purred, looking sideways at Paul with an air of open invitation. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Aren't you afraid someone might see inside?" he asked.
Paul Cook hadn't risen to be vice-president of the Garden Falls State Bank, in charge of Security, by exhibiting brash, risky tendencies and he felt a distinct sense of surprise at Linda's action. He knew that the girl had a rebellious, adventuresome streak in her but in the month that she had been functioning as his personal secretary she had managed to keep that side of her personality under control.
"No, watch when that Porsche passes us," she told him, looking to the rear. "See? You can't see what they're doing in there! That girl might have her hand in the guy's fly, for all we can tell!"
"I guess you're right," Paul admitted. "But I shouldn't think that's a very safe driving practice, would you?"
"I just picked that out as an example," she told him, pouting a little and sitting back in her seat. "Although I don't see anything wrong with playing a little, as long as it doesn't get too serious and bother the driver."
Paul showed no inclination to take up her implied invitation and she settled back to enjoy the ride. She began wondering if perhaps she had made a mistake in accepting Paul's invitation. She had initially been attracted by his quiet air and his good looks; the few passionate embraces that they had exchanged in his locked office had suggested that he had at least as much sexual fire as any other man she had known. Although he was thirty-five, he had come to a swift, throbbing erection during those embraces and she still remembered the exciting way the thick, bulky rod had pressed against her belly as they clung together. She would willingly have done anything he asked, even in the bank office, but he had made no further advances. Instead, on the previous Wednesday, he had asked her if she would like to spend the weekend at his beach cottage.
"Joy's going upstate this weekend," he said, referring to his wife, "and we'll have it all to ourselves. The swimming is great and there's just no one within miles of our cove."
Thus it was that Linda looked forward to the weekend with special interest. She loved swimming and she also anticipated the thrill of opening her long, slender thighs to Paul and guiding the thick shaft of his swollen prick into the moist, hot lips of her throbbing pussy. The very thought now made her flesh tingle and she began wishing that she had simply asserted herself earlier and had reached over to tease his prick into hard, rigid life.
"What would he say if I were to suggest giving him a blow job at freeway speed?" she thought to herself. "Would that be too bad? Gee, I never knew he'd be this uptight; maybe I shouldn't have taken my things off! Maybe he's like what I've always heard bankers were like stuffy, dignified, pompous, all that stuff. Ugghh! I hope he's a little more easy going once we get there!"
Although she had not been promiscuous in her youth, Linda had engaged in enough sexual activity with the young men in her life to have a very complete knowledge of the things men and women can do in bed to make the hours pass more joyously. Her experience had been varied enough to assure her that she had the capacity to respond ardently to a man's embraces, though she suspected that there were heights of sensual feeling which she had not yet experienced. Paul Cook, she had thought, would be a likely candidate for showing her those new sensations. After all, he was a married man and his wife, Joy, had every attribute of a well-satisfied, lusty young woman. Everything she had ever heard about Paul indicated that he and his wife both enjoyed the fruits of the flesh, even if they happened to disagree about numerous other matters.
These and other thoughts occupied Linda's mind as the Jaguar hurtled down the freeway. She soon forgot about the small, gnawing ache between her thighs. They turned off the freeway after an hour, took a succession of turns and then found themselves turning onto an unpaved lane leading over a low line of hills.
"The cabin's just over that ridge," Paul told her as he pointed ahead. "Once we're over that, it's only a few hundred yards to the ocean."
"I'll be glad to get there," Linda said. "It sounds like a wonderful place."
"It's real nice," Paul agreed. "Utterly remote and not a neighbor within five miles. We'll have a wonderful time."
They quickly arrived at the cottage and unloaded the car. Linda had given Paul a key to her apartment and he had collected her bag when he had been out for lunch. They carried their belongings into the cottage, storing the bags in the small bedroom off the big living room and carrying the sack of groceries into the kitchen. Linda put away the perishables and returned to the bedroom, where she began undressing.
"Hey, if this place is so remote," she asked, calling in to Paul, who had remained in the kitchen, "why do I have to bother with a bathing suit?"
"No reason," he said. "There'll be no one but me to see you. Go ahead if you like; I've often gone down without anything on."
That settled it for Linda: she put her bikini back into the suitcase and forgot about it. Before going into the living room, she took care to fluff out the honey-brown fur covering her pubis; she also took a moment to admire her beauty in the mirror hanging over the bureau. She saw a five-foot-seven body, surmounted by a very attractive face, a shock of long, blonde hair, and decorated with a pair of firmly molded, needle-pointed breasts. Her prominent love mound jutted out sharply from between her softly curved thighs, promising excitement to any man fortunate enough to be allowed to probe the sweet, tender flesh under that promontory. She walked into the living room and waited for Paul's reaction to seeing her naked for the first time.
"You're really going skinny .dipping!" he exclaimed, looking up from the counter of the bar, where he was pouring himself a drink. "And a lovely sight you are!"
He lifted his glass to her in a silent toast and devoured her-with his eyes. Linda basked in his admiring gaze and wondered if the sight of her lush, ripe body would be enough to put him into a mood for something other than booze and swimming.
"Let me take my things off and I'll join you," he said, coming over to her and pecking her lightly on the lips. "A little swim might do wonders for the appetite."
Linda waited beside the front door while he undressed in the bedroom. She hungered for her first sight of him without clothes; she had often visualized the naked beauty of his prick and now she wanted to see if her dreams and fantasies had been anywhere near accurate. Paul emerged from the bedroom, walking a bit self-consciously, but she could see that the meat dangling between his thighs was every bit as bulky and long as she had suspected. Uncircumcised and thick, the prick drooped for a good five or six inches; a set of massive balls hung down behind it almost as far. Linda felt her pussy begin throbbing and she wondered how she could stand waiting to have that lovely length of cock plunged into her hungry flesh.
"Let's go try the water," Paul suggested, flinging her a towel and taking her hand.
They walked down to the cove and plunged into the gentle surf. Linda found the water refreshingly cold and she began splashing about. Paul swam with more purpose, paddling far out into the mouth of the cove before turning back. When he walked out of the surf, Linda was drying her hair and waiting for him.
"Just the thing to build up the appetite," she said.
"You're right," he agreed. "Want to go back to the cabin? We can have ourselves a drink and start thinking about dinner."
Linda began wondering if he was ever going to avail himself of the body she was so freely offering but, as soon as he had brought them drinks and they had settled down on the couch, he pulled her to him in a warm, tight embrace. She lay over him, pressing her fiery, rock-hard nipples into his chest, and felt his prick begin to stir. The knowledge that she was causing him to swell and stiffen with lust fired her own desires and she rolled against him ecstatically.
"There ought to be a law against bankers having such big cocks," she said with a giggle. "First you've got all the money and now you've got a prick little girls dream about!"
He seemed embarrassed by her forthright praise and said nothing. Linda clasped the thick, hot tool in her hand, stroking it gently, and shuddered with pleasure. Although she desperately wanted that big rod slammed deep into the mouth of her womb, stretching the walls of her cunt to the utmost, she also wanted to feel the satin-smooth head curling against her tongue and probing deep into her throat. Paul seemed to be in no hurry to mount her so she decided to apply her lips to the huge rod.
"Hey, you like that, do you?" he asked as she slid down his body and touched her lips to the broad, warm shaft.
"I can't help it," she panted, circling the tool's flaring head with her thumb and forefinger so she could press the foreskin back and bare the head. "Would you rather I didn't?"
"No, go ahead; I like it too!"
He lay quietly while she fitted her mouth over the head. Her tongue probed the cleft crowning the bulging tip and then slide down to curl into the thick groove separating head from shaft. She twisted her head sharply, bringing her lips around the shaft in a way which she knew excited men, and she forced the head against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Paul responded with a gently nudging movement, forcing more of the tool into her mouth. She sucked vigorously, hoping to bring him to the edge of a climax, and fingered the heavy, sperm-laden balls lying beneath the gigantic shaft.
"Are you going to suck me all the way? Till I come in your mouth?"
"I will if you want," she said, lifting her mouth off the prick and looking up at him with passionate anticipation. "But I'd rather finish it off in my cunt!"
"That's the best way," he said. "It isn't very nice, doing that in a woman's mouth."
Linda started to object but then she changed her mind. If he didn't like being sucked off, she told herself, then she wouldn't attempt it. For her own part, she knew quite well that there were times when the sensation of a man's prick rammed deep in her throat and squirting hot, frantic jets of thick come surpassed any other sensation she had ever known. She also knew that a good many men were very hung up about that and that many of them had very deep misgivings about shooting off in a woman's mouth.
"Maybe I'd better move," she suggested, determined to accommodate herself to his every whim.
He pulled her up his body and lay beside her for a moment, allowing his heavy prick to brush against her belly. Then he moved gently over her, lifting himself high and waiting as she spread her knees wide apart and lifted them slightly. Linda looked into his eyes, gauging the extent of his arousal, and opened the lips of her pussy with her fingers. The lips were fully grown, erect and tingling with lusty life; her slit was juicy and hot with the oils her cunt had produced as she sucked away at his cock.
"Now give it to me," she whispered, writhing with anticipation. "Give me that lovely, wonderful cock!"
"Why don't you guide it in for me?" he suggested, supporting himself on both hands. "Get it placed to suit yourself."
Linda seized the massive prick with one hand and feverishly rubbed the naked, flaring head over the lips of her pussy. She squeezed it against her clitoris, choking back the cry of exultant joy she felt when the thrill raced through her loins. Her knees lifted higher, creeping along Paul's back until they nestled just behind his shoulders. Then she shoved the conical tip of his prick into the mouth of her cunt, seating it firmly, and with an upward tilt of her hips she forced herself upon the head of that broad, lengthy tool.
"God!" she groaned, locking her heels together in the small of his back and writhing in delicious agony. "It's even bigger than I'd thought!"
"Do you like for a man to be big?" he asked, rotating his hips slightly and causing the head of his cock to grind into the mouth of her cunt.
"It doesn't matter, just so he's hard and ready for me," she panted, answering his grinding motion with an up-and-down movement of her own hips.
Linda's nipples throbbed with exquisite pain as the sensations mounted in her body. She waited for him to drive the tool deep but he refused; he kept the head locked in the mouth of her cunt and continued to work himself gently around that pressure point. Linda lifted her hips upward, impaling herself another inch on his cock, but he pulled away so that she could not get more of the tool into her liquid sheath.
Paul continued to support himself on his extended arms so that he was in close contact with her only at her loins. She would have preferred him to lie over her, pressing his chest into her nipples and driving his cock deep; that would have propelled her into an instantaneous, heaving climax. He seemed to want it otherwise, however, and she could not deny that even this slight contact was enough to provide her with a mouth-watering, cunt-juicing degree of pleasure.
She discovered that his teasing approach fired her desires almost as much as the more vigorous style to which she had grown accustomed. By reaching up with her hips she could develop a strong tension within her loins and she knew that within a short time she would feel her womb explode in a geyser of sensual ecstasy. Her thighs strengthened their grip around his waist and back; her hips knotted into hard mounds of muscle as she worked frantically to bring herself to a peak of sensual feeling.
"I can't hold it back much longer!" he gasped, watching her energetic efforts. "Hurry and get it!"
"I'm almost there!" she cried out, tossing her head madly and writhing in a furious effort. "Oohh, do it, Paul, do it to me! Agghh! Aiiee! I can feel it! I'm coming! I'm coming all over! Oohh, my cunt! My prick-loving cunt!"
Linda's ecstatic climax raged and ripped through her loins. At the very height of her feeling, the mouth of her cunt began flexing open and shut, exerting a strong pull on the prick it enclosed; that was enough to deliver the final blow to Paul. He grunted sharply and held himself in place, shaking all over; his prick began to leap and jump about. Enclosed in Linda's taut, hungry cuntal mouth, it could go nowhere. She felt every phase of his climax, from the very first involuntary spasm which produced nothing on through the series of strong, gushing shots of hot, sticky love cream and even the-final, dying gasp of his prick that sent a weak dribble of come oozing out the cleft in its tip. The savage jolts of her own orgasmic fury continued to rocket through her loins until finally she fell back, limp and spent.
"Marvelous!" Paul exclaimed. "Darling, you were simply superb!"
Linda could say nothing. The violence of her climax had left her winded and speechless. She lay silently, struck by the wonder of the orgasm, and savored the sweet, filling presence of his prick. Her thighs had relaxed and she allowed her heels to fall to the couch. She reached between them, intending to caress her clitoris lightlya favorite post-orgasmic pastime of hersand then exclaimed with surprise.
"Why, you're barely in me!" she cried, reaching out to grasp his prick and looking down to see how much of the tool still lay outside her cunt. "I thought you'd given me a lot more than that!"
"Just the head," Paul said, looking at her curiously. "I don't like to force myself upon a girl; too often they dislike having all of it inside them."
"Jesus, I was sure you were in up to the bone," she muttered. "And there's still that much left to go!"
"Later, my dear, later," Paul murmured. "Why don't we think about getting some dinner first? There's lots of time left for other things."
"All right, if you insist," Linda agreed.
She could feel that his cock had already lost much of its stiffness. In fact, she doubted that he had enough of an erection left to be able to carry through with another rousing fuck. She sighed but realized that this was a hazard of the older manthey just couldn't keep up that stiff cock the way a twenty-year-old boy could!
"Do you want a tissue? A handkerchief?" Paul asked. "To catch the flow, I mean. I'm afraid I was rather generous with the discharge!"
"That's all right," Linda told him, reaching down to pinch the lips of her pussy together as soon as he had removed his prick from her cunt. "I've got to go to the John anyway and I've never minded a little come dripping out of me! Sometimes it's rather nice, feeling it run down my legs. I'll join you in a few minutes."
Linda walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and sat down on the stool before loosening the grip of her fingers. She looked down, craning her neck to be able to see the puffy, bruised lips of her pussy and then spread them wide with two fingers. By exerting the muscles of her flat, taut abdomen, she managed to expel a big, milky glob of sperm which she caught in her fingers. She then straightened up and began rubbing the mucilaginous love-cream into the lips of her pussy. Her eyes dilated and the nipples hardened again, becoming dark and pointed as her fingers brought her body to another quick peak of sensual awareness. She finished herself off by plunging two of her fingers into the depths of her cunt and bringing her palm up snugly against her swollen clitoris.
"Ahh! Ugghh!" she sighed, writhing gently and quivering with lewd delight. "Fuck! Fuck! Come!"
As soon as the climax ebbed from her loins she lifted the two fingers which had been in her cunt, bringing them to her mouth, and she licked them clean. The salty savor of Paul's sperm, mixed with the ripe, musky oils of her cunt, fired her senses and gave her added pleasures of a sort that few women ever experience. She had never been able to admit to any of her lovers that she habitually fingerfucked herself after their lovemaking; she also refrained from making clear the happiness with which she licked her fingers clean after masturbating at such times. She stayed in the bathroom for several minutes, continuing to rub the sperm-smeared lips of her pussy with her fingers, but she did not gain another climax. After toying with herself for a while she went over to the washbasin, rinsed off her fingers, and dried them.
"How about another Scotch and water?" she called out as she emerged from the bathroom. "One of those will surely give me a little more imagination for dreaming up a dinner."
"Er, I don't think you need bother," Paul told her. "It seems that we won't be eating here, I'm afraid."
Looking in the direction he pointed, Linda saw a man and a woman standing in a far corner of the living room. The man looked like a halfback or perhaps a boxer, someone who kept himself in very good physical condition, and the woman appeared to have come from a distinctly superior level of society, judging from the elegantly tailored linen slacks and the raw silk shirt she wore. Neither the man nor the woman smiled when they saw Linda.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the woman asked, looking at Paul with a disdainful sneer.
"Linda, this is ... my wife, Joy," Paul said.
"And this is Pete Spirola," Joy added, gesturing to the man beside her. "He's been helping me gather evidence concerning my husband's infidelity. As well as providing some other, more personal services."