Chapter 5
The Monday morning that they had looked forward to as the very turning point of their lives dawned bleak and dismal. Harold took this as a harbinger of bad news. Surely the Myers engineering deal would go as sour as the weather. He paced about the apartment restlessly since seven in the morning. Nothing Elsie could say seemed to quiet his nerves. At a little before nine-thirty, the phone rang. Harold practically tore the instrument from its base. It was Mr. Myers' secretary asking that he meet with their Terry Sullivan in personnel at eleven o'clock. Harold was sure that this meant that he had the deal. Elsie knew that the true decision would be made in a motel room later and that this was merely a diversionary tactic.
Harold was like a nervous bridegroom. Elsie polished his shoes, cleaned a spot from his Countess Mara tie and carefully brushed his dark suit before he left for his appointment. She looked down from the streaky window and watched him climb into the old car and take off.
"Bless his heart. He thinks he is going down to forge the decision," she whispered. Slowly now she went to take her bath and douche and to dress and apply her make-up as carefully as a starring actress about to trod the boards in her most important role. She checked herself in the bathroom mirror before leaving. She realized that her appearance, and the impression it made, could alter the course of their entire future. Once she was satisfied that she had applied her personal war paint to her best ability, she phoned for a cab to meet Gates Myers at the restaurant.
The lunch was one of those seemingly endless affairs. Gates was full of meaningless chatter about his grandchildren, while all she wanted to know was how their proposal stood. At long last they left and took a cab to the motel. On the way she could no longer resist broaching the subject nearest and dearest to her heart at the moment. "How did we make out in the big contest? How do Harold and I stand for the contract?" she asked.
"I'm sorry you asked that question now. In all honesty, I must tell you that there is one other company that offered a program that looks a bit more attractive," he replied with a distinct flush.
Well, she thought, this is it. The cards are all down and this is the last raise. I've got to bluff it through, or walk away from the big table as a loser. Her eyes locked on his and she reached out and stroked his already half-erected thick cock as she purred, "I'm sure that you and I can work out the details so that Harold wins, can't we? Otherwise I guess you might as well drop me off at the nearest cab stand." She rubbed her big tits against his arm as she made her statement. She knew that now he wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world and she was making the most of her womanly wiles to further her husband's career.
There was a long moment of silence. At first she wondered if perhaps she had overplayed her cards. Of course, his decision was only a matter of life and death to their future. She could almost hear the wheels churning in his head, and she felt the throbbing sensations assail his turgent prick before he treated her to a soft smile and explained, "I am sure that we can work out the minor details, my dear... later."
Once they were in the motel room he took her into his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately. Her big soft tits flattened against the taut hardness of his chest and she felt his stiffening cock through the various materials of their clothing. She ground her Venus mound up tight to massage her newfound playmate. Across her mind flashed a momentary vision of the long parade of playmates she had been with like this since Joe Friedman had gotten her cherry for a cheap fur coat. The stakes, at least, were getting higher all the time. This assignation was for the big jackpot. She determined to give it all she had... and she had plenty to give, she knew for certain.
After holding and caressing her for several minutes, Gates stepped back and started to undress her. He seemed to enjoy the privilege of removing each item of her clothing himself, rather than merely watching her disrobe, remarking, "I hope you don't mind if I undress you, this way."
"Not at all, Gates. I'm quite enjoying it. When you finish, perhaps you'll allow me to undress you."
"With pleasure, my dear."
When he unhooked her bra and the huge beauties escaped from their cloth cage, he gasped audibly, "You have the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. They really belong in the Louvre."
"Oh, come now. Don't you really mean they belong in your bed?"
"Well, I must admit that, at the moment, your suggestion is both more practical and more pleasant," he smiled and hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties, urging them down over her well-formed hips. When the triangular muff of bleached blonde cunthair came into sight, he dropped to his knees and buried his face in it. He made no attempt to suck on it. He just seemed to be enjoying and appreciating the closeness of her private areas. His hands cupped and caressed the smooth full cheeks of her ass as he nuzzled into her muff.
When he arose again, she stepped out of the sheer panties that had fallen around her ankles. Moving in close to him, she began to slowly undress him. Elsie knew that it was sexually stimulating, as well as flattering, to a man to have a nude woman undress him. By the time she lowered his boxer shorts, his knackwurst-shaped cock stood out like a fat flagpole. Her cool hands encircled it and patted his balls, then she squatted down and took the trembling head, glazed with the clear liquids of anticipation, into her moist mouth as she sucked it to even greater hardness.
She didn't want to go too far with giving him head, since she knew that his main interest today was in fucking her. His tastes in sex were probably simple, but at these prices she would have happily gone along with even the most way-out suggestions. Reluctantly, she removed her lips from the throbbing shaft and stood up to kiss him on the mouth. Her big soft tits flattened against his hairy chest and she felt the hard, thick cock pressing tight to her satin slit as though demanding immediate admission.
She led him now to the bed and turned back the covers. Conscious of her every seductive movement, she slithered between the cool white sheets and made room for him to join her.
As he crawled in beside her, Elsie spread her thighs. The ivory skin gave way to the pink gash topped with the triangular fur muff of bleached blonde cunthair. Gates' cock twitched violently as he caught his first glimpse of her happy valley. He wanted to caress and suck on those lovely big tits, but that would have to wait. His swollen, tortured prick had to know the soft comforting embrace of the insides of that creamy cunt of hers. If he delayed, he would be in danger of shooting his load before he even got inside of her.
Elsie took hold of his burning rod and guided the purplish head to the soft pink lips of her vulva. She rubbed it up and down the length of her slit several times, especially delighting in using it to massage her clit. She was nice and juicy now and using her fingers to spread her vagina lips wide enough to accept the stout staff, she urged the big spongy head into the tenderly enfolding lips of her cunt.
"It's so big, Gates. Take it easy getting it into me or you're likely to split me right in half."
"I'll be gentle, my dear," he sighed as he slowly spread her tunnel wider and wider and burrowed his way into that soft wet cunt. It took him several minutes to get even halfway into her hot little box. Elsie had never felt so thoroughly plugged. She had to have all of it. She knew it wouldn't take him long to come the first time. He was too excited to be able to hold back.
"Go ahead, Gates, sock it to me! I don't care if it hurts. I just have to have every bit of that big wonderful cock of yours in my throbbing cunt. Please, give it all to me... right now."
Gates did not have to be begged. More than anything he wanted to feel his swollen salami balls deep in her soft hot pussy. He thrust down hard upon her. Elsie tried to help by throwing her legs around his ass and lifting her wide-stretched cunt to the thick tree trunk that was being forced into it. With three more vicious drives, they felt their pubic hairs mat tightly together and his balls grazed and tickled the open valley of her ass. She wondered if she could ever take that mammoth diameter in her asshole. She had taken it in her mouth, and now her cunt. That was all that remained. The mere thought assailed her rectum like a goose and she thrust quickly up to him.
"Fuck me, Gates! Fuck the living hell out of me! I want to feel that big fat prick of yours driving all of the wrinkles out of my tunnel of love. Jeez, I never knew my cunt could stretch so wide!"
"Oh, Elsie, I've dreamed of this since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I love that precious little cunt of yours. I may be in Boston, but my lucky cock is in heaven!"
"Harder, Gates! Fuck me harder and faster! Pull that big cannon of yours all the way out to the tip, then drive it all the way back into my passion-crazed cunt as violently as you can." Her breathing was hard now and the words came out in little gasps.
"Like this darling? he asked as he drove so hard and deep into her that she let a little fart from the inner blow.
"Oh, yes! Christ, it's beautiful. I've never been fucked so thoroughly before. Keep it up just like that. Don't stop now. Oh, please, don't stop ramming that meat into me now!"
"You better hurry, baby. I can't hold back too much longer." Sweat dripped now from his forehead and chest and splashed down over Elsie's heaving tits as she thrashed about beneath him, meeting his every renewed attack. It was obvious that neither of them could last much longer at this pace.
"Don't you dare come before I do or I'll never speak to you again! I've never been so hot in my whole life. Please, wait for me. I've got to come with you. Please!"
Gates tried to slow the pace slightly to give himself more staying power, but Elsie was like an aroused tigress in heat beneath him. She bucked her ass up clear off the mattress, forcing the soft walls of her cunt farther and tighter over his swollen embedded cock. They were both sweating profusely now and her head was lolling from side to side on the damp pillow. Her tongue hung from her mouth like an epileptic in a seizure. Her heels beat against the pit of his back like the spurs of a jockey urging his mount to ever greater efforts to reach the finish line. She was unaware of her motions of head or feet, of the perspiration or the difficulty she was having breathing. Needles could have driven into her hands and feet and she would have been blissfully unaware of them. Every iota of her consciousness was focused deep inside her cunt where her sex cauldron boiled to explosive levels as the huge battering ram smashed into the very base of her sex shaft.
"Oh, my God, I'm coming! Give it to me, Gates. Come with me. I want to feel your precious ball cream spurting and flooding into me. Come in my cunt, dearest. Now, right now. I want it all!"
"You've got it, baby. I'm coming! I'm coming all the way inside your cunt. Can you feel it?" He had held back as long as humanly possible. If she had taken five seconds later to reach her orgasm it would have been too late.
"Oh, my God, yes! I feel your hot sperm splashing against my uterus and flooding my womb. Ahhhhhh. Can you feel me coming, too?"
"Indeed I can. Your sweet hot cunt is pumping my cock like a milking machine. Don't drain my balls entirely. Save a little for seconds." Once the wild spasms of their simultaneous orgasms had passed; when the lightning stopped flashing and the thunder ceased roaring in their eardrums, they collapsed fully spent onto the sweat-soaked mattress. Unable, for the moment, to fuck any longer with cock and cunt, they kissed deeply and fucked each other's mouth with their tongues. Elsie felt completely satisfied for the first time in the active years of her adult sex life.
When his shrunken prick finally slipped from her silken sheath, he raised himself from the fleshy mattress of her body. Their stomachs were welded together with sweat and pressure and when they parted there was a little plopping sound like a vacuum cup being pulled from a smooth damp surface. They both chuckled at the noise and Elsie commented, "Boy, if you'd have been any closer to me... you'd have been behind me!"
"I guess we did go at it pretty hot and heavy. I didn't know I still had it in me. You've made me feel young again in so many ways. I must admit that I like this way even better than the others, though."
Elsie smiled and suggested, "What you are trying to say is that of all your relations you like your sex relations the best. Isn't that it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is. In case nobody has mentioned it to you lately, young lady, you are one hell of a fantastic piece of ass."
"Well, thank you, kind sir. You're not exactly a slouch in the sex scenes yourself. I have never been so completely satisfied in bed. I feel as though I had been fucked flat."
"I appreciate that. It's nice to know that after so long an absence from this particular theater of operations I can still get good reviews."
"Gates, I feel terribly sticky and icky. You must, too. You are covered with sweat. Let's take a shower together. What about it?"
"Great idea! I haven't done that in over twenty years."
He crawled from bed and extended his hands to help the weakened girl to her feet. Her feet were slightly apart as he raised her to a standing position. A huge glob of his come seeped from her still stretched cunt and fell to the carpet.
"My God, you must have put a gallon of that stuff into me," she said as they stared at the pearly white pool on the smooth nylon carpeting. It glistened like tapa shell in the sunlight.
"I'm sure it won't be the first time the maid has had to remove pecker tracks from a motel room," he assured her.
"Maybe not, but she's going to get awfully horny and jealous when she sees the size of that load. I have the feeling that it is only a small fraction of what you pumped into me, too."
"I've been saving it up for a long time," he remarked wistfully as he led her to the bathroom.
They were delighted to find that the motel boasted an oversized shower stall. The warm water flowing over their bodies did wonders at reviving their spent energies. Gates thrilled at the experience of soaping her huge tits and then rubbing the slippery flesh with his hands. Elsie could feel the nipples begin to stiffen and grow as he repeated the massage time after time. She hoped that his cock was following the lead of her nipples. Since she realized that the soapy caressing of her big boobs must be exciting him, too, she let him continue until he finally tired of it.
"Gee, my tits haven't been that clean since I left the baby factory," she commented when he stopped after ten minutes of the watery sex play.
Now he soaped the swollen gash in her crotch and scrubbed it clean with his big strong fingers. She squirmed in delight as his soapy fingers rubbed across her enflamed clitoris and dug deep into her vulva. Before she knew it was happening, she was peeing in his hand. It was a crazy thrilling feeling. She hoped that in the heavy flood of hot water from the showerhead he was unaware that she was peeing all over his hand.
He turned her around and soaped her back. Then he was soaping her buttocks and the valley of the tan starfish between them. His finger grazed excitingly over the entrance to her anus. She had to see if his big cock could be stuffed in that tight rear hole. Holding another small cake of the motel soap, she reached behind her and soaped his pubic hairs and the full length of his prick. It was already beginning to get hard again. Her slippery fingers speeded up the process. When it was good and soapy and he had reached around her to soap and rub her rearoused snatch, she held his almost fully erected cock and urged it between the soft cheeks of her ass and guided it to the little rosy beige doughnut in the center of that lovely rear cleavage.
Once the tip of that wondrous rod was directly on target, she reached back and clutched his balls, gently pulling him closer. She had made her erotic desires clear and felt the huge head pressing firmly at the center of the tight anal stricture. Only then did she put her wants into words. "Fuck me up the ass, Gates. I don't know if it will fit or not but I want to try, if you are willing. I want for you to possess my body in every possible way. Please try to work it in. I'll cooperate in every way I can."
For a fleeting moment, Elsie worried that perhaps she had been a little too brazen. What if the idea of cornholing her repulsed him. She could not afford for him to lose respect for her... not yet, anyway. Her fears were short-lived.
Soon she felt his hands forcing her buttocks wide apart and the big spongy head driving for-entry into the brown tunnel between them. It was obvious that they'd need all of the soapy lubrication they could get in order for the planned invasion of her most personal privacy to stand any chance of success. The hot water of the shower kept washing the soap away. She reached the faucets and turned off the flow of water. There was a little triangular marble bench built into one corner of the large stall. She bent over and braced her hands on this and then spread her legs far apart to make the target more accessible. Gates lathered her ass heavily now, working some of the soapy lubrication inside her asshole with his fingers. Then he lathered the full length of his big burning cock and again aimed the huge head at the back door to her sex house.
As he lunged forward, she thrust strongly back to him. His hands had spread her buttocks so widely that she felt she would split. After several minutes of desperate and frustrating effort, she felt the glans of his lovely prick slip into her ass. Once the initial penetration had been made the rest seemed easy. Inch by inch, he drove that fat rod of hardened flesh deeper and deeper into her fully dilated and promptly plugged rectum. At last she felt his balls grazing against the lips of her cunt as his cock got all the way up her stretched asshole. She felt like she wanted to shit and fart at the same time but she was corked too tight to allow either to escape.
"Now, fuck my ass, Gates. Fuck me up the asshole good and proper. I want to feel that wonderful prick of yours all the way up in my bowels." She spread her legs even wider as he started to take first short, then longer and longer strokes in and out of the tender tan tunnel.
"Oh, Elsie, this is the greatest. I've never tried it before. It is too much!" He was buggering her passionately now. The inside of her ass was even hotter and tighter than her cunt had been. Some strange new inner lubrication now replaced that of the soap as he plugged her ass furiously.
"Oh, Gates, that's wonderful. I can feel your cock rubbing against my ovaries through the thin partition. Give it to me hard and fast. I think I'm going to come."
He rammed into her now like an impassioned bull. She had never been so thoroughly or beautifully impaled before. With one particularly severe lunge she thought that she was going to come, but instead was aghast to find that he had rubbed against her bladder so hard that she let go with a huge strong stream of urine. It sounded like a horse pissing on the pavement. The stream hit the tiled floor with such force that it splashed up over both of their feet and legs. She was so embarrassed she could die, but seemed powerless to stop the mammoth flow of hot yellow water.
"Oh, Gates, I'm so sorry. You must think I'm awful. I didn't even know it was happening."
"Don't apologize, my sweet. I'm enjoying it. I don't know how I could ever feel closer to a woman. I think I'm going to come soon. Can you join me?"
"I'm sure that I'll come when I feel you shoot your load into my entrails. Give it to me, dear. I want to feel your beautiful cock swell up and come in my asshole."
Her flow of urine continued to blast out of her cunt as he gored her ass to the very core and she felt the mushroom expand like an atomic cloud as he exploded in the depths of her rectum and treated her to the loveliest of creamy enemas. The thrilling feeling was more than she could endure and then was swept away on the tide of a mammoth orgasm as her rectal muscles grasped and clutched and squeezed at his fully implanted prick.
"Don't take it out yet, please. Hold it right there. I want to feel you up my ass for as long as I can. Hold real still and just try to keep it in my rear."
He held still, pressed tight up to her buttocks as she squeezed his rapidly deflating spent member with her secret rectal muscles. At last, when he was almost completely soft inside her, she squeezed too hard and his withered cock was ejected from her tight asshole like a cork from a child's popgun.
She stood up and faced him now. She reached the faucets and turned on the water, but not before she caught sight of his reddened prick covered with brown and white matter.
My God, she thought, not only have I peed on his feet, but now I've shit on his cock and balls.
She moved close to him before he could look down and see the mess she had made of his proud manhood. She soaped and scrubbed him thoroughly. She was grateful that the splashing of the water in the tiled enclosure drowned out the sound as she let go with a long fart that she had been holding desperately.
They toweled each other dry and returned to the bedroom. It was nearly five o'clock. Harold would be getting home soon. The hours had flown by while she and Gates were together. She reached for her bra and panties, but Gates insisted on covering her lovely tits with kisses and nibbling on the nipples until they stiffened. Then he squatted down and kissed her cunt. When he had finished, she bent down and took his limp prick into her mouth and sucked and licked it eagerly. When it was soft, she had no trouble getting it all in her mouth. She petted his balls as she sucked him. Leaving it reluctantly, she said, "Good-bye for now, you handsome devil. You really know how to take care of a woman. I hope I'll see you again soon."
"Thank you for saying that, my dear." Gates spoke with that funny little sad smile on his face. "I was afraid for a minute that this might be just a one-time shot in exchange for my allowing Harold to change his proposal so that I can award him the contract."
"How long is that contract good for?" Elsie asked.
"It's a continuing thing. Probably good for twenty years, anyway. Why?"
"Because it seems only fair to me that our private sex contract continue for as long as Harold's all-important insurance contract."
The sadness was gone from his smile now. He beamed like a schoolboy. They dressed quickly now. Elsie noticed a small ring of blood on the bedsheet. He really had stretched her to splitting. It was the first blood on the bed since Joe Friedman had smashed her cherry years ago. Oh well, with practice she was sure she could stretch to accommodate him without bleeding.
Gates dropped her off at a taxi stand downtown. Harold was already home when she got to the apartment. "Where've you been?" he asked. "I thought you'd have been interested enough to wait here to find out how I made out."
"I tried to," she explained, "but the agony of waiting here alone was more than I could bear. I went to a movie to make the time pass faster. How did it go?"
"Not too well. Sullivan says they got a slightly better plan from another company. I don't know what we overlooked. I thought we had covered everything. There must have been something we could have done that we didn't."
That's what you think! Elsie thought to herself. In her heart she knew that she, not Harold, had made the sale. It was a secret she would take to her grave in order to protect his masculine ego.
"Everything's going to work out okay. You just wait and see. Why, I'll bet that Gates Myers phones you tomorrow and lets you alter your proposal to meet the other one."
"Not a chance, honey. He's too straightlaced for anything like that. You don't know him the way I do," He sulked, going into the kitchen to get a drink.
Yes, my boy, and you don't know him the way I do, Elsie thought as she smiled to herself, recalling that this guy who was so straightlaced had been fucking her up the ass less than an hour an hour ago!
They spent a miserable evening. Harold was wallowing in self-pity, sobbing over how hard he had worked and how important this sale was to his precious career. He only toyed with his food and proceeded to get very stoned on a new gallon of red wine he had brought home. He insisted that Elsie join him in drowning his sorrows. He passed out about ten o'clock and she managed to get him to bed where he snored like a horse. She slept on the living room couch, grateful that at least he hadn't been in shape to want any sex tonight. Her cunt and asshole were both so sore from the thorough pummeling they had received this afternoon that she couldn't touch them with a powder puff.
When she awakened in the morning Harold was in the kitchen, trying to cure a king-sized hangover with coffee and Bromo-Seltzer. She was having her first cup of coffee when the phone rang. The sound of the bell made Harold jump like he'd been hit in the head with a hammer. He grabbed the offending instrument before it could repeat its painful outburst.
"Yes? Oh, good morning, Miss Taylor." Covering the mouthpiece, with his hand, he informed Elsie that it was Mr. Myers' secretary. "Why, yes, tell Mr. Myers I will be delighted to attend a meeting in his office at eleven and have lunch with him afterward."
"You see, I told you last night that he'd probably call you and let you work it out. You should have stayed sober and been in better shape."
"What made you say that he'd call me today? Did you know something I didn't know?" he asked, suddenly suspicious.
"Of course not, silly. How could I?" she replied in what she hoped was a steady voice. "I was just using the old power of positive thinking, that's all."
"Yeah, of course, how could you have known anything?" he mumbled and went in to spend twice as long as usual under the shower.
Elsie pressed his suit and shined his shoes. Before he dressed, she made him lie down and she massaged his eyes with ice cubes to get rid of some of the redness and puffiness.
When he left, she dressed quickly and took a bus downtown to do some window shopping and browsing through the stores, thinking she might as well start planning about how to spend some of that fortune she had made for him yesterday.