Chapter 7
Half a world away and three months later at precisely 5:05 p.m. in London, England, Mrs. Seymour Hanley was betraying her husband.
None of Ronald's moral confusions disturbed the cute brunette as she committed adultery. She had to supplement her marital love at home and Darrell Stewart, young head of E.U., London, had a very big supplement to offer.
She was maddened female on nude and sizzling display, writhing and moaning to the relentless assault of the freaky cock buried deep between her legs. It was its freakish length and insatiable need that drove Colette Hanley nearly mad with the want for five o'clock to come. Till then her love supplement was hidden in her boss's pants. Nine to five he was all business.
Her rich breasts ground feverishly against his taut chest and her lower body was flame and fire as she strained from the cushioned softness of the davenport to try to impale herself completely on his massive penis.
There was animal wildness in her eyes as she felt herself going again and she flailed frantically at their impromptu bed, trying to hold back her orgasm.
"Go, Colette! Go!" He pistoned his steel hard phallus demandingly now, feeling warning signs deep in his loins that he was about to come. Standard procedure for their every afternoon rendezvous in the room behind his office was for Darrell to hold his climax till she reached hers at least twice.
It was more of his private games of supremacy over all he touched. It was Darrell's career game as director of Energies Unlimited, London. It was his favorite game as conqueror exhibiting male supremacy over wildly desirable female. And superbly to be desired was Colette Hanley, every dazzling inch of her sensational body! With this female the supremacy game was even better, for Darrell Stewart. He was taking her and he was in the act winning another kind of victory over her husband. An added fillip to fuck so jealously guarded a property.
In his own eyes Darrell Stewart was something of a super male, hovering naked over a squirming bundle of golden, glorious married womanflesh, seeing her fully packed boobs heave in want of his lips on hardened nipples, watching wide hips roll and twist to force his coming, and still having the self control to hold off till he was ready.
"You're going to come!" Colette squealed it as she forced her buttocks from the cushion until they were mound against mound. Darrell sensed his day's game was about to be lost before her second cresting. Too soon!
"Not yet!" he gasped, planting his hands across the animated breasts and forcing her shoulders back. Then as he held her back against the cushions, he withdrew almost to the crown of his cock.
"Please ... not that way!" she pleaded when his fingers began a boob strumming accompaniment to his prick's teasing just inside the threshold of her cunt.
Darrell grinned at her desperation as he toyed the turgid nipples between thumb and forefinger, then leaned to suck leisurely at one while he caressed gently the swelling curve of the other. His fingers crept tenderly down the dramatic slops of her midriff and, ignoring her pleas, he forced a hand between their quivering bodies till he reached the point where his phallic shaft pierced tender pussy lips.
For a moment he pressed his fingertips against the quivering labia, then shifting, he grasped the nearly exposed shaft and pumped suggestively, his clenched fist pounding the hyper-sensitized pussy flesh as he simulated masturbation.
"Do it that way!" she hissed. "Jerk it off into me and prove you're a man who can do what no other man can."
"Huh?" He froze the fist play.
"No man can jerk off into a girl and keep his hard to go straight on into fucking."
"Says what authority?" demanded an intrigued Darrell, in spite of the torture of interrupted coitus.
"My husband Seymour, for one. He tried it again last night just like you started. You're smart to stop. He didn't and it took him half-an-hour to get it up again."
"You're lying," he accused, still gripping the thick root of his shaft.
"So ... you take the easy way out."
She squirmed against the barely lodged prick cap to bait him to return to coitus, knowing his reaction from years of play. "Eeehhh, I'm losing interest ... do something!"
He fingered the residue of her first spunking madness from his sopping shaft and reaching across her front, rubbed the sticky come across a taut nipple, while starting an impulsive masturbating of his cock. He'd show the witch!
It went just as he knew damned well it would. Her sexy frightened look was beautiful. He banged her tender vulva flesh with his pumping fist and at the same time rubbed the semen all around her breasts. He had her enslaved, she was sure he couldn't do it, but hoping he would. And he did.
The discharge of his masturbation shot and the hardness stayed. Fuck maddened, he pumped his prick full depth into the ecstatic vagina. Her cry bounced from paneled walls and dark hair tossed wildly, her arms snared round his neck while her lovely thighs cemented themselves to his hips as she surrendered to her climax.
The frenzy of her coming drove Stewart in a frantic effort to meet her climax with his own and as he pumped through the urgent thrusts that would take him to orgasm, the savage summons of the telephone sounded across the room.
"Damn!"
It was as if the ring triggered the end of the first act of their after-hours. Suddenly, violently, Stewart was ejacu lating. Flood on flood the semen jetted from his pistoning organ, spraying deep into the convulsing curvaceousness of his playmate.
"Yes ... oh, yes!" Neither heard the sound of the phone's repeated ringing as the madness raced through their pressed together bodies.
"God, that's beautiful," she whispered when their crests had passed and they lay quietly, holding tightly to each other, letting Colette's after spasms ripple from her tummy to his.
"Uhunnnnnh." He was less than appreciative and she knew why and loved it. He had lost his little game of supremacy in holding back till her second come and secretly she felt a glow of triumph taking him with her. Colette enjoyed her own supremacy bit ... over males and over other females. It was part of her reason for the play with two men every day, a kind of double supremacy to wilt the iron out of two cocks.
"So, what happened? You forgot the phone," he muttered in her ear. "You're supposed to hand it over to Answering Services at five, you know."
"I'm sorry." She stroked the smooth curve of his back, struggling for a way to jolt his slowly collapsing phallus to new appetite. "I forgot. I haven't made sense all day," she apologized. "All I could think of, even while I was taking your dictation, was how wonderful it would be if you would lose your cool and take me right there on your desk top."
There was a slight stiffening of the penis in her snug vagina as the word picture got through, but no movement of his body, no real sign he was ready to go again. And at that moment of glimmering hope the telephone again bleated nastily on his desk.
"Damnation!" exploded Darrell, his body going rigid as the ring repeated. "Go get it, Colette!"
"Please ... it's just Seymour, or else it's Answering checking to see if they should take over. It'll go away."
Simultaneously the phone sounded off again and with a snort of undisguised disgust, he propelled the brunette from the cushions with an impatient shove. "You know the Energies Unlimited rule. Someone's got to cover the phone. Get on it!"
A thoroughly frustrated Colette dashed across the' room, dark hair flying, breasts bounding. Just as she reached the side of Stewart's desk, in full view of the ante-room and Stewart, she stopped abruptly. Resigned to an end of her day's sex play, she perched at the corner of the desk, then, arms outstretched to accent her luscious front, she deliberately spread her dazzling nude body across the broad mahogany top and reached for the phone. Arching to accent her silken curves, she sighed, hesitated, and with her fingers inches from the receiver looked appealingly to her boss for mercy. , "Get the phone!" he snarled.
She lifted the phone and glared pouting at it for an instant. "Energies Unlimited-London office," she said sweetly into the hated instrument. As she spoke she rolled to her back to give the man on the couch a clear view while she fondled brazenly across the turn of her mons and toyed the bruised pussy flesh. "Mrs. Hanley speaking. ' May I help you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Hanley. This is Daniel Gelbert in White Plains, New York. I am an attorney at law."
"Yes, barrister. How may I help you, Mr. Gelbert?" She was barely aware of what she said as she saw a very aroused male storming at her from the back room into the office where sex was forbidden. Darrell's grotesquely long penis, swollen with fresh need, bounded in awkward leaps as he rushed at the nude sprawled across his desk. Just as he reached her, Colette rolled her back toward him and pretended delight to hear from the American attorney, ignoring the hard cock jabbing at the smoothly curved cushion of her ass.
"Why, Mr. Gelbert, as a matter-of-fact, we do have Mrs. Arthur Pringle due to arrive here tomorrow. She is to have our undivided attention at Energies Unlimited." Her voice went suddenly sultry as she felt herself pulled by the rough, demanding hands of a boss too hot for her body to hear anything but claims of his cock.
"Mr. Stewart is going to be sorry he missed your call. He just this minute left. Yes ... that's right, it's five o'clock over here."
Stewart positioned her quickly, dragging the shapely legs over the ledge till her toes touched the carpet. In one coordinated movement he had her bent in a helpless arc, thighs opened and cunt crack vulnerable to his first thrust. Colette couldn't resist the impulse this time to put off Mister Male Supremacist. A monumental resentment soared toward Darrell Stewart who moments before had kicked her off the couch and away from his cock. Now because it was his whim, he thought he was going to help himself to her. No way.
With devastating precision she simply crossed her thighs and sealed off his target, sliding from the desk in the same act and sticking her tongue out at an outraged boss.
"Damn it, girl, I want you!" he roared.
"What was that, Mrs. Hanley?" A perplexed Gelbert at plus-fifteen dollars toll a minute, was annoyed by the background sounds he heard. "Are you too busy with someone to speak with me?"
"Not at all. I'm not doing a thing that can't wait. Now, you say you have an unpleasant mission which could be profitable, if not nice, in connection with Mrs. Pringle?"
She listened intently as Dan Gelbert ran down the suspicions he had that she was playing fast and loose and in spite of an innocence of appearance, she was betraying a specific trust in her late husband's will.
An annoyance with this man 3,000 miles away already was surfaced in Colette's thoughts about the lawyer in America. He was blackening a stranger to a stranger in one or two fast minutes of conversation. She listened as he spelled out the breathtaking offer of fifty thousand pounds, if she could secure, during Mrs. Pringle's visit, evidence of her even once engaging in ... he coughed as i he hesitated to say it ... coitus, with someone other than Mr. Pringle.
"You say she is bringing an electronic device that she reported to be experimenting with at Energies Urdimitec stations round the world?"
"That's right." Gelbert sighed in pain at her behavior "She will likely try to, to put it quite succinctly, to seduce the number one man in your establishment."
"Oh, I doubt she could do that. Our Number One is very proper." Colette whispered into the phone, reaching for the grossly swollen cock belonging to the very man they were discussing transoceanic. "He's a shy type, never makes a pass at other girls. He'd be horrified if Mrs. Pringle did try that on him."
She wriggled against the embrace of her boss, then let him twist "her to face him. It was time to surrender and it was time to come to the defense of an unknown female someone was trying to destroy. The wanton Colette writhed against the prick that was already, impaling through her vulva and the resistance simply drove her instantly and nearly totally onto the eager cock.
"Ohhhh! Yes, Mr. Gelbert, I'm still here." She hated the stranger without even knowing him for his defaming another female just for having a little fun in her widowhood years. A phone call was untraceable and it was a wide open chance to get back with a little girl insolence to a man not unlike her boss.
"I'll keep a close eye on Mrs. Pringle, Mr. Gelbert. I don't want to mislead you. If I have my way, she'll do what perhaps she likes best." A shiver of pure nymphomania rippled down her spine. At this moment she was surrendered female, taking the possessed cramming of Darrell Stewart who was oblivious to her phone conversation; aware only of an unhinged demand seething in his gut to fill his personal secretary with cock.
He saw it as her own little put down, this pretense at a phone conversation. Stewart had watched her little female fantasies at winning even when she was being conquered, many times. This was only another. Throw the boss off with names like tomorrow's VIP arrival, or with pretending to talk to a New York lawyer. He'd show her. He snatched the phone from her hand and chuckled boldly into the receiver.
"Very, very cute, whoever you are!" He held the receiver away from Colette ignoring her startled protest that this was a legitimate call from overseas. "I'll bet you're legitimate, you put-on artist!" he roared at a startled Dan Gelbert in America. "About as legitimate as what I'm doing to Mrs. Hanley ... your nickels, whoever you are ... stay on and listen, if you want."
He tossed the phone to the side of the table with a howl of appreciation at his own takeover of the planned insult to his intelligence. No one but someone with whom Colette was well acquainted could have gotten her to carry on a hokey conversation like that while she seduced her boss. Easy to arrange, too; they were intimate ever day at five-oh-five.
"Want to hear something?" he yelled at the phone "Hear cute Colette getting it on the side. It's an illicit thing ... adultery, you might say ... about as licit a your phone call."
A dumbstruck and delighted Colette rode with the sudden shocking turn of events, even as she rode the pile driving thrusts of the brash young boss of Energies Unlimited, London. He was humping urgently against her yielding, clutching quim, trying to hurry her. It was one of those rare accidents of misjudgment on his part.
He always was the man in charge, forcing her to at least two orgasms to his one. That was not his doing; it was hers, but his ego needed that trip nearly every day. But now hers needed the pride of transoceanic female supremacy. She stretched for the phone and held it close to the meeting of cock and cunt, transmitting moist urgent sounds of driven male flesh colliding with soft, inviting, female pussy.
"Hear that, Mr. Gelbert? You've chosen the right office in which to trap your loose lady. She'll be with people like me, adulteresses and horny bosses and crazy Britishers who just like to give each other what-for."
She ground against Stewart, tightening her vagina muscles to trigger his ejaculation. "Oh, dear me, Mr. American barrister! You are going to hear some terrible sounds ... Mr. Stewart ... he's about ... about to discharge semen into me ... oh, dear! ... godddddhhh!"
A completely spellbound Dan Gelbert, whipped to erection by the clear sounds of the long distance copulation, listened breathlessly to the fever in London. It was sensational! Too way out to be anything but exactly the way it was. An unplanned office caper, handed to him on a platter. He met the orgasm cries from three thousand miles away with his own savage, handmade climax, then sagged heavily back into his chair.
There was a dead line when he lifted the phone to his ear again. With a bemused smile he replaced the receiver. His informant had been right. Mrs. Colette Hanley was a very hot package with an incomparable love of sex. To actually do it in conversation with a third party!
He wondered if she would come around to decide that fifty thousand pounds sterling was worth putting aside the hostility that bristled at him from her at the other end. She could hate his guts for all he cared, but if plus one hundred thou would lure her to give him proof that Pamela Pringle was doing what was rumored on the field trip, it was cheap at the price.
Gelbert rubbed fat paws together with open glee at the irrational encounter by phone. He could see nineteen million dollars reverting to the estate executor just because a hungry nymph like Colette would quickly come to hate anyone like Pamela toying with the chief of England's Energies Unlimited.
"Collision course!" Gelbert slapped his palms together with sheer delight. "Two broads, one horny boss and Dan-boy, you'll get your tapes and photos and the whole schmeer in one envelope!"
"Look, I know what you're doing and, Pammy, you're beautiful! But, damn you, it's dangerous."
"No more after this stop, Ronnie. I promise." She cuddled close to his side in their suite at the Breckinridge. "Don't you guess I might have saved a bunch of marriages? Maybe given some nice guys a chance to live longer?"
He sighed. "I'll buy. Let's see, fourteen stops in three months. Do you realize you're batting a thousand? Every one of the field chiefs is a different guy. Got his priorities flat straightened out by one dumb blonde named Pamela."
"That could get you fired...." She swatted at his shoulder and slid from their TV intimacy on the loveseat. "I must be getting old. I actually heard what that announcer said on BBC just before I came."
The hand on her backside was more caress than a slap. "Not old, dear one, just spent." Ron's arms were extended and she wilted into his lap. "I did lots of thinking on the last stop in Paris. There's about to be some changes made."
"Now?" Pam's eyes danced expectantly. "You mean you're going to renounce that old moral/legal stand ... tonight?"
He shook his head. "Not tonight. Not tomorrow night. But next week after I'm sure you haven't tired of the whole thing between us, I may have an official pronouncement."
"Sounds very stuffy," she pouted. "Very British. Everything so stinking orderly. Wonder what this Darrell Stewart, Esquire is like? I know he's got a wife ready to divorce him for absenteeism."
"Par for Energies Unlimited course, if you ask me." He shook his head. "Wish you'd scratch this last one.. I'm not saying you're anything like Miss Goody Two shoes for what you're trying to do, but it's like nineteen million dollars dangerous."
"It's my only fun," she teased. "I've got this big, sturdy bodyguard who falls right off to sleep at night anymore. What's a girl to do to find relief?"
It was only half facetious. Every night after that first charade of a sleeping Ron and a restless Pamela assaulting his erection, they had run the same course. It was getting a little old and felt a little childish that this was their only answer to desire, when both knew they loved each other.
It was precisely at 12:46 p.m. the next day that Colette knew the man waiting for Mrs. Arthur Pringle was masturbating. She knew the time because the Energies Unlimited digital clock was center front, over the entry to her office. Put there to remind employees that time was of the essence.
Colette was absolutely intrigued. This Ronald DeWitt was a handsome, powerfully built devil, introduced as Mrs. Pringle's friend and bodyguard. That last, Colette had taken as-hardly facetious. If her strange conversation with that American attorney Gelbert made any sense at all, she needed a bodyguard!
At first Colette thought she was seeing things. The man was obviously a man for all seasons, cosmopolitan, groomed, handsome and with so sizzling a stack job as Pamela Pringle! No way he needed to excite himself over a British brunette, no matter how proud Colette was of her own contour power. But Ronald DeWitt was glancing nervously at the digital over the door, then at his own wristwatch and finally, surreptitiously studying Colette in her highly visible typing location as he did it.
That was a bit of her own doing. Placing her typewriter stand, her chair and not a thing else on a slightly raised platform away from her executive desk and files. She was on all day display perched prettily on the rigid secretarial seat, wearing that atrociously brief miniskirt and the breast-molding blouse. It was wonderful the way visitors waiting on Darrell tried to steal looks between her legs as she stood, or cased her every torridly displayed enticement.
And not only male visitors. Even females were shaken by Colette's tasteful but daring office costume. Like Pamela. Pringle. Colette could tell in an instant when a woman appreciated a woman. There was that brief excitement in Pam's eye and there was that little hint of more.
Very few females liked Colette. She simply had too much sexuality. Fewer still were overt in their positive attraction to her on an innocent open girl-to-girl admiration. Pamela was one. In just the fleeting touch of their fingers as they shook hands as Darrell introduced them, Pamela conveyed that attraction. A brief, hardly perceptible curling of Pam's fingertips alone the tips of Colette's as they clasped hands. Their eyes met and Pamela smiled at Colette's lips. It said it all.
Fabulous female communication. Pam, without a word, said to Colette, "I think you are cute as a bug. I'd like to caress you." And she said more, still without a word. "I'm all that American lawyer said. I'm a very nice girl, but I'll probably be seducing your boss inside the hour."
Strangely Colette had accepted that truth quite happily. She loved competition for Darrell. Pamela was more beautiful and more disgustingly curvaceous ... but Colette had her own considerable arsenal for keeping Darrell and for keeping a happy home with her .husband, too. For almost an hour Colette had gone through the motions of keeping an office, wondering about the two who had disappeared together into Darrell's office.
Had that creepy Gelbert been right about her using some sort of Energasm unit to go straight to the seduction of Energy Unlimited chiefs around the world?
Did he really mean that offer of fifty thousand pounds to get the goods on Pamela?
Colette shivered excitedly. Why, after just a moment's conversation, did she feel first name familiarity with Pamela Pringle? Liking her instantly was one thing, but to actually get pinpricks of erotic excitement over another woman was not her track record. And to privately hope, in fact, that she was going to make it with Darrell ... Colette, you have to be losing your bloody mind, she scolded herself.
And now this weird twist while she waited. An Adonis of a traveling companion for Pamela, athletically built, looking every bit the normal one, actually stimulating himself while he sat alone in her office, pretending to read the London Times. She had seen most everything in runaway responses to her scant garb at the typing stand-but this was a first. One she simply couldn't ignore.
She pushed back the stiff-backed secretarial chair, faked him out with a pretend turn toward the wall away from him, then swivelled suddenly. It caught him off guard, as she had hoped. Very unmistakably she caught the crimson glow of an exposed cock crown, peeking out the side of the Times as he fondled himself.
She had a very bad time that fractured instant of seeing. She glimpsed more than swollen cap-a stud length had to be attached for the tip to be visible at the edge of the paper.
Fighting the excitement, she stepped with apparent detachment to the powder room at the far end of her office. Regal, head high, breasts surging proudly as she strolled, no! strutted in spike-heeled splendor. Conscious of her mini-skirt creeping to the edge of her ass cheek as she moved, she walked past an enchanted Ronald. In the powder room she quickly peeled her underpanties and seconds later returned to the typing desk. Time for the next check of his lust.
She somehow found strength not to peek till she had finished typing the letter, but when she was ready, she dipped her head as if looking for something in the shallow paper drawer under the IBM. Ron saw a sexy lock of dark hair tumble loosely across her forehead, obscuring her vision as she peered into the drawer, and then he glimpsed an altogether overwhelming sight. Scrooching down in her chair, exclaiming to herself in mild exasperation as if some object she sought was missing, she twisted more to look into the depths of the drawer. Fantastic need swept Ronald as her shapely legs coiled out from under the typing stand, slightly parted.
Just enough to hike the miniskirt the wonderful inch that revealed her cock crazing pantiless state. He tried not to stare, but the magic of the dark pubic triangle and the inescapable clear view of her sex cleft struck him like a free-running bolt of erotic lightning.
That quickly the last vestiges of his impotence were shattered. The vibrations that had come from the inner office of the London head of Energies Unlimited left Ron no doubt that within half-an-hour of sequestering with Darrell Stewart, Esquire, Pamela was enjoying another act of copulation with another overeager young exec of the company that killed her husband.
Stewart had to be driving Pammy come-crazy! The feel of her rapture riddled through Ron's very proper navy blue Brooks Brothers suit and drove him hard and wild to handle himself. It was then that the transfer to the gorgeous Colette crept in and began to take over the vibes from the woman he now knew he loved.
The terrible impotence was over. Ronald DeWitt was a full and free man again. No fixation on some look-a-like to the woman who had begun his fifteen year trap of being as good as neutered. That he knew had caused the moral dilemma he'd wrestled with over Pamela, that she alone for these months had turned him on where no other girls were able. Till now.
Barely able to keep his seat, Ron gaped at the inadvertent display of Colette's most secret self. Her whole enticing body was now clawing for his attention and he blessed his luck the spill of dark hair across her eyes as she bent gave him voyeuring time. He thought! Through the cascade of pretty brunette hair a pair of dancing green eyes watched his performance.
Electrified by Colette's sexuality and by his own reawakening to full manhood, he dropped the Times for one careless second and exposed the might and power of his stallion length. It was almost as if he had no power to resist advertising his monumental erection and while Colette felt her grip on the man, she didn't understand. All she knew was that she was privy to a peek at a phallus fully two inches longer than proud Darrell's.
She straightened in secretarial primness and sat studying her half-typed letter. A trembling hush gripped the room. They were the only two people in the world at that moment. Their thoughts of each other were centered in the magic each had seen of the other's sexual secret.
She saw the arm begin to move behind the Times the instant she typed her first word again and it was that that made up Colette's mind.
"Can I bring you a cup of coffee, Mr. ... er, DeWitt, is it?" She was already en route to the coffee silex and Ron was barely able to comprehend her question as he pumped furiously to try to finish while her back was to him.
"Yeah ... oh, yes ... nice," he choked as he swept the paper across the evidence barely in time as she looked over her shoulder.
Stunning and wonderful. A man that age with those looks and an uncontrollable heat that would make him take a chance like that over her! It was too much to let go and she had her battle plan in motion before she reached him.
"I'll just put that right on this end taaabb ... ohhh!"
The steaming coffee stung like a thousand bees, biting through the Brooks Brothers blue just below his crotch, barely missing the turbulent erection. In one savage instant of total exposure she tore the paper away, revealing his naked cock gripped so tightly in his fist that his knuckles were white.
The office spun round Ron's head like a merry-go-round run amuck. Rainbow colors of red and purple, green and orange slowly settled to two shades of yellow atop white ... the colors of the secretary's white leather miniskirt and booby-hugging yellow blouse.
He simply sat and stared at the smile on her face. She was anything but angry and her laughing eyes said so. Her study crept from his lips to his chest, down to his groin, and focused on the collapsed phallus. It had to be a dream, he thought. Any moment that carefree look would vanish and become a scream.
"I have just the thing to take care of coffee stains," she said, soberly fingering the dark splotch just below a ropy penis. No sign she even saw it. "It's very big over here in England ... they call it Energesto Cleaning Fluid. Oh, but of course you know that. Mrs. Pringle is part of the firm, isn't she?"
Ron's hand crept across the satiny smoothness of the Quiana-covered shoulder and didn't answer. Very deliberately he traced a fine from the base of her exquisitely feminine throat to the sexy lovelock curling at the side of a delicate earlobe. If it destroyed him he had to find out. Now, with this stranger at his knees and with no thoughts of Pamela to trigger a hard-on, he had to try. His fingertip tracked a line across the chiseled beauty of her Anglo features. At her lips he paused and traced back over them again. Thin, he thought, that's her British heritage, but how they could work on a man!
His limp phallus stirred and crept toward Colette's fingers, still resting lightly on the coffee markings on his slacks. Holding his breath lest she declare his inventory finished, he let his fingers drift through the rich darkness of her hair, following the curl of one long lock down across her shoulder to the point it reached. Her right breast.
It was utter fascination to Colette to watch the penis stretch. Snake-like, determined, swelling swiftly at the tip to force the foreskin quickly to the back, wrinkling beyond the protruding ledge. God, what a ledge on the man! To take that cap through her cunt lips would be maddening.
His fingers were curled under her breast curve, toying upward to stroke the' nipple which stood taut and visible against the soft bra. She gasped when he persisted the cherry tease and her exclamation said it all. She liked his fingering.
She liked more.
Her face was turned from his to stare in visible awe at his fully developed hard-on. Impetuously, because there was the power of a thousand stallions dragging her to do it, Colette leaned forward and kissed it. Slow, excruciating sexual kiss! And when she lifted her head to look into his eyes, a droplet of semen sparkled on her lower lip. One lonely droplet, but the herald of a million more.
"Please?" His body ground forward in urgent underlining of his need.
"Not here ... there." She gestured with a toss of her head toward the inner sanctum of Darrell Stewart. "Someone will see us out here."
"Ohmigod ... no!" It was all on the line, that fast.
He would hardly need fear embarrassment, stumbling into the presence of two he knew were at least two orgasms ahead of them already. But there in this plush London executive office of Energies Unlimited his moral/legal dilemma over what to do about Pamela was going to come to a head. He had absolutely no doubt that his love was at this moment copulating with Darrell. He would see. He would be obligated to report it.
With a shuddering sigh, he shoved from the deep soft leather of the chair and, grabbing Colette's hand, pulled her into the only concealment of the outer office. In the little corner blocked from view from the outer hall, he stripped her and himself, finally decided it was going to have to be now, not later, where he tested his love for Pammy.
Colette ... darling, wanton, enticing Colette flung her arms around the startling male giant from America and wrapped him tight to her nudity before letting him move. She, too, was summoning courage for the finally arrived moment of truth with Darrell. He had never seen her lust for another man. She never had seen him in the arms of another woman. The roof could blow from the top floor of 19 Heath Row, London, England, at any second.
"Gotta tell you something before we go," gasped Ron, holding the warm, luscious body close, even as he felt the collapse of his cock. In terse direct words he spat out the years of deadly despair over his loss of manhood, the finding of it through Pamela and then the savage demand of his contract to report Mrs. Arthur Pringle, should she ever be seen in intercourse. When he had finished the sputtering rundown of disaster, he was sure she would break their embrace and turn for her clothes.
Her arms tightened behind his back and she giggled She actually giggled! "You and I are in the same dumb boat," she whispered. "I stand to make a real killing if see what you're afraid to see. You really love her, don't you?"
He nodded. "What do you mean, you stand to make a killing?"
In even fewer words than his confession, Colette told of her temptation from the American lawyer named Gelbert. "To tell you the truth, I've been tempted. A hundred thousand of your dollars would go far over here."
"Why don't you?" he growled. "Fats Gelbert, we call him back home. You'll have to go to White Plains to try to collect it and you'll have to sit in his pudgy lap to earn it, but he's got a lot of dough riding on your bringing him word that she'd done it ... broken the demand of her husband's will."
"The demand of a dead man?"
"Does it matter?" Ron felt the weird stirring deep in his loins and a peculiar lightness drifted through his mood. "But you're right, he is dead."
"And you are alive." Her fingers drifted insolently between their taut tummy flesh. "Or at least you used to be So since when does fife get ruled by something dead and gone? Never, unless you have a kind of secret yearning to be where Arthur Pringle is yourself."
"That's a goddamned lie!" he snorted, clutching her almost desperately to himself and feeling the crawling of his prick," inflating, lifting, pushing against her sleek thighs. "I wished it once a long while ago, but now I want to live and I want to love."
"Only her?" Colette wriggled saucily against the steely shaft of his cock, reaching under to heft the loaded balls and steer the upraised barrel to a demanding diagonal across her pulsing pubes.
Ron tilted the cute face up toward his and bent to kiss the parted lips. "I love only her. That's how it's going to be always and always. But maybe the eunuch years have twisted my thinking, but I feel like I can maybe have fun with others, long as she's there. And you know something?"
"Tell."
"I really want to see her getting it from another man. The whole damned thing is beginning to make sense to me. While I kidded myself about some damned moral/legal dilemma, I really wanted to see her do it. But not to turn her in to Fats. Just to see her having a good time in that super-sexed chassis."
"Ready?"
"Wait a second." Ron broke their tight embrace and leaned back a full arm's length from the torrid lure of delicious Colette. "I want to feel for the vibes."
She crossed her arms over her middle and hugged herself in a futile effort to still the building frenzy for him. "Can you really tell when she's doing it?"
"It's true. I can tell you right now she's building up to climax."
"How? Intercourse?"
"What else?" He gripped her hand fiercely and bent to kiss her lightly on the forehead. "You are in very big trouble in case you want to run."
, "Ooooohhh, I hope so." She turned the door handle and stepped into the sensual near darkness of Darrell Stewart's office.
Pamela was locked in happy oblivion to the muscled nakedness of Darrell's body. She was a vision of possessed loveliness as she writhed to his demanding thrusts. When he drove downward and her lush body took the horniness of his cockflesh, she seemed to squirm in agony against the deep pile of the office rug.
It was Darrell who saw the intruders first. Prick fully buried in Pamela's vagina, he stiffened in shock at the sight of a nude Colette gripping the naked phallus of the friend Pamela had brought to his office with her.
"Take me ... harder!" moaned Pammy, wriggling like a succulent slave on the end of her master's organ, long-gone in orgasms. The visible strength in the playmate Colette had dared to bring to his presence and the unabashed worship he saw in her eyes for the newcomer stopped the animal fury bubbling in Darrell before it really started. As they dropped to the floor beside him, Darrell coiled his brawny body across Pamela's to block her seeing the uninvited guests.
"Damned crazy world!" he muttered, urging a possessed one on through her orgasm and trying to ignore the caress of Colette's hand across the curve of his ass as he drove at Pamela.
Ron was slow and deliberate in his pre-play with the ravishing brunette. He seemed intent on discovering all the fabulous wonders of a new female body and he moved with infinite torture from breast to breast, to curve of hip and finally to the intoxicating lure of her vulva.
It was as he was burrowed between Colette's fabulous thighs, nuzzling curiously into the fluttering, tenderness of her pussy flesh, that Pamela's world began to refocus. As the orgasm blur cleared, she saw the beautiful bodies beside her and a cry of surprise broke from her lips. No sign that Ron or Colette heard her outcry. Or that they cared, if they did.
She stared at the preoccupation of the man she loved kissing the yearning venus flesh of the beautiful Colette. His back was half turned and his leg crossed over so she couldn't see his crotch. But there was a taut pulsing excitement to all his body as he kissed and nibbled the baby-soft excitement of Colette's cunt threshold.
"Mmmhhh yess!" He splayed the labial gates open to study the stiffened nubbin of a very excited clitoris. With tantalizing purposefulness he burrowed to pucker to the aroused clit and Darrell stared at the passion madness in Colette's expression. She was in a seventh heaven of desire that dazed and claimed and made her nearly maniacal in wanting cock ... and contented her at the same instant. It was a seduction technique Darrell never had had time for. For his play with this gorgeous creature he had rarely done more than strip and take her. He felt a crawling jealousy of the competition in Ronald's sleekly sophisticated, unplanned seduction of Colette.
It unfolded before Pamela in sudden savage reality. Unable to wait longer against the sultry pleading of a now desperate Colette, Ron shifted to mount her. There in one spearing, outspoken length was the truth Pam expected, but feared. Ron was on fire for another woman. She watched his tumescent cock disappear inch by inch into the welcome of Colette's body. She literally felt the arrogant demand of his prick in her own vagina.
They molded as one body and the lovely perfection of the dark-haired voluptuary sent curious shudders of desire through Pam, as she Watched. Smoothly feminine arms and legs, straining breasts and parted lips all conspired in the chemistry of Pamela's wanting. Breaking the clasp that had tightened as Darrell shot his load, Pam wriggled free, marveling that for the first time she, could remember, a man's phallus had discharged its wealth in her body and she felt no excitement.
The excitement was beside her. Easing slowly across the inches that separated them, she wrapped an arm across the power in Ron's shoulders and hugged lightly. Very briefly their eyes met and she saw no shame. He was doing what he had to do and she could think of no one she would rather see him with in this moment of self-discovery.
Colette's eyes were dark circles of want as she took his probing hugeness deep in her vagina. Her climax snatched her from the rest of them and she writhed in happy oblivion as Ron drove her hard against the floor beneath the pile carpet. When she finished she was bent and twisted in a delectable crescent of striving womanflesh, her supple, jungle-like femaleness on devastating display.
Ron still had not come. He shoved to his palms to hover over her. The massive prick driven only halfway into her cunt lips was a formidable bludgeon, buried in an enchantingly cock-inflamed girl. Pamela caught her breath at the sight, remembering a moment not that long ago when a neighbor boy with an outsized organ had pinned her the same way. She remembered the passion of the woman who had come upon their copulation and the memory made her dare the move.
"Baby ... whaaa...." Ron stiffened in surprise as he saw Pam nudge between his body and Colette's.
Lovely shimmer of platinum silver spilling sexily across the dark triangle of Colette's pubic down. A slight pout in Pam's expression as she puckered a kiss, first to the wide-stretched labia and then to the turgid cock barrel. Warm, dizzying drool of her saliva as she licked in abandon, up and then down the thick length of indriven phallus.
"Fuck her, Ronnie," begged a distant voice, scarcely distinguishable as Pamela's. "I want to feel you fuck this beautiful person."
It was unhinged sax-driven madness. It was sheer beauty. In the most ungodly awkward position for coitus, deeply arched and supported by his hands, Ron hovered over Colette, copulating like a possessed, perfervid robot while Pamela licked them both. A spellbound Darrell Stewart gawked at the mystique, of three pleasure-maddened bodies locked in a swiftly mounting coital crescendo.
"Gonna ... have ... to ... ohhhh, yeahhh!" Ronald was all at once a trembling hulk of climax-claimed male. He tried to plow at the writhing Colette and deepen the orgasm that held her, but all he could do was pulse in the paralysis of his ejaculation frenzy.
The seething paroxysm of his climax exploded in sudden frantic heat for instant coitus with his beloved. Flinging an arm out to Stewart, Ron dragged the violently aroused onlooker across Colette's trembling frame. Then with a little cry of impatience, he threw himself at Pamela's very ready body.
In happy-go-lucky passion he possessed her and she possessed him. For nearly an hour they vented their need for unpretending copulation with no one in their world but themselves. And finally it was quiet in the London office of Energies Unlimited. She cupped in the hollow of his arm and snugged close to his hip.
"How did you finally decide you could?" Pam whispered, not wanting her voice to intrude on the new play erupting between Darrell and Colette.
"She showed me the way." He twisted to watch the antics beside them. "Made me realize I'd been an ass about dilemmas and all that ... look...." He lowered his voice. "We're going to go back home ... hole up in Windamere and the hell with Energies, Fats and the whole wide world."
"He'll never bother checking, if we keep it that way. Just you'n me." Pamela felt a thickening penis stirring in her vagina.
"Why are you so sure?"
She giggled happily as she squirmed against a reawakening cock. "Didn't I see a medical paper in your wallet that says you can't ... you know what I mean ... f ... u ... c...."
"Shhh!" His finger darted to her lips. "Ladies aren't supposed to know that word."
"I didn't." She urged against the invading flesh. "Not till today."