Chapter 8

Richard Daws picked up his first week's paycheck at a party at the boss' house. The boss lived in a huge brick home in the better part of town.

He always liked to pay his agents at his own home after a good week. The party was already going full force by the time Richard arrived.

Most of the agents had brought their wives and a lot of the wives were quite attractive. It was an informal affair, and most of the women wore shorts and brief halters, flimsy little skirts that did little to hide white thighs, or tight pants that allowed a man to count the dimples on their asses.

Richard was the only unmarried man there and most of the women seemed to be overly interested in him, much to their husbands' displeasure.

Richard didn't mind. He took the check for the highest paid agent in the office that week, and he saw the women's eyes light up when he was handed a check for five hundred dollars.

"If you keep on like this," the boss had said, with a wide grin as he handed Richard his check, "you'll own this office in no time at all."

"Give me a few more years," Richard laughed.

He tried to treat the check as a casual thing, but he was very proud of it. His first week in the insurance business had really paid off. He had gotten paid for a week of fucking and having fun. It was a great job.

But it also made him a little sad. Friday was the day that Judy was due back in town. If he only had Judy to share things with. Judy wouldn't mind the fucking. The only thing that had ever made Judy mad was lack of money. Now he had the money but he didn't have Judy.

Thoughts of Judy depressed him. He laughed at the boss' jokes but his heart really wasn't in it.

He drank half a bottle of bourbon and got treated to the best steak on the grill. He enjoyed the steak and he enjoyed the bourbon, but he still wished the Judy was here to share things with him.

The first chance he got, he moved over to the shade trees in the boss' back yard. He sat down in a lawn chair and nursed his drink while he watched the party.

He wondered if the boss' parties were always like this one. Everyone was getting plastered. The booze kept flowing and everyone kept drinking. They had all forgotten about him and were caught up in the booze and dance music.

Richard was sitting half in the dark and the couple didn't see him. He had noticed them slyly slipping away from the crowd and he wondered what was going on.

They passed under the light from the street and he saw who they were. An agent named Dobbs and the boss' wife.

"Ronnie," she was saying, in a drunken tone, "we shouldn't be doing this."

"Ahh, Melanie," Dobbs said. "You know that nobody will know we're gone. My wife is too busy dancing with Frank and your husband is so drunk he doesn't know where he's at."

"But Ronnie," she protested. "What if someone saw us sneaking away?"

"Nobody saw,"

"And if they did, they wouldn't care."

The boss' wife was not a bad-looking woman. She was red-haired and a little plump but her tits, underneath her halter, were still firm and proud-looking.

Ronnie Dobbs bent Melanie over the table and began to plant sloppy kisses on her mouth and neck. Melanie was signing softly with passion.

Richard thought that he should leave. He would have if he had not been afraid of disturbing them. He didn't want them to think he was spying on them. He didn't want to get in bad with the boss' wife so early in his new job.

He felt a timid touch on his shoulder and he jumped. Behind him stood a tiny little thing that he had noticed earlier in the evening. She was holding a drink in one hand and a bottle in the other.

"I thought you'd like another drink," she whispered. "I didn't want you to feel so alone out here."

"Thank you." He searched his mind for her name. "Mrs. Lancaster. Thank you very much."

"Oh, you can call me Kathy," she said as she handed him her glass and poured both their glasses full from the bottle. "This is a very informal office."

At that moment she became aware of the moans coming from the direction of the picnic table.

Ronnie and Melanie were now lying side by side on the table. Melanie's skirt was hiked up above her waist and her fingers were groping between Ronnie's thighs.

"Shouldn't we leave or something?" Richard asked. "I don't think they know we've seen them."

Kathy sat down on the newly cut grass beside Richard. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a halter top. The top buttons on the halter top were undone and Richard could see the top of her well-tanned jugs. He began to feel a stirring at his groin.

"Oh, nobody minds them," Kathy said, brushing her curly blonde hair from her eyes. "They fuck all the time. They think they're being cute when they sneak away but everybody knows about them. So relax and enjoy your free peep show."

"Oh, Ronnie," Melanie was whispering. "Oh, put it in me, Ronnie. I've got to have it. Oh, please, Ronnie!"

Ronnie was frantically pulling at his trousers to get them undone. His prick was finally free of his trousers and he climbed on top of Melanie.

Melanie had not been idle. She had tugged her brief panties off and spread her legs wide. Her skirt was now covering her neck, almost over her face. She was pulling at him, trying to get his cock in faster.

"Cut it out, damn it!" Ronnie exclaimed. "I'm getting there as fast as I can."

"Hurry, lover," Melanie cooed. "Oh, please hurry!"

Ronnie was now between her plump thighs and his prick was pushing at her cunt-mound. She put her hands around his ass and pulled him closer.

"Oh, God, Ronnie!" Melanie cried out loud. "Get it there, baby. Please get it there!"

Richard felt a hand touching his knee. He looked back at Kathy. Her face was a pale white and she was trembling. Her hand was running up and down his knee, as if wanting to go up but afraid.

"You can touch if you like," Richard said softly.

She looked up at him as if realizing what she was doing for the first time. Then she smiled. She took a sip of his drink and then ran her hand up to his cock and gave it a squeeze.

"Lord God," she said. "I'm getting hot watching them."

Richard could feel the heat coming from her body. He reached behind her back and released the halter top. It fell away, revealing two creamy white tits. Her full tan stopped at a point just above her nipples and then continued just below the bottom of her tits.

"Beautiful," he said.

He put his arm around her and drew her up to his lap. She didn't protest as he sat her down in his lap. He knew she could feel his hard prick underneath her shorts.

He ran his hand around her waist and then up to her tits. He began to slowly massage then, teasing her nipples with his fingers, and filling his huge hand with her full tits.

"Oh, shit, that feels good," she said, squirming in his lap.

The party was getting hotter. Richard lifted his head to look around. In one corner of the yard the boss had passed out, and that seemed to be some kind of signal. Most everybody was too drunk to know who they were with. But some of the couples had slipped out to the edge of the yard and were caught in each other's embraces.

One couple were completely nude. The man was lying on his back while the woman, a full-titted brunette, was giving him a blow-job. Another man was fully clothed, except for his naked prick, which he was jabbing into the asshole of the girl who was giving the blow-job.

"Does this sort of thing go on all the time?" Richard asked.

"Not always," Kathy admitted. "This one is the worst party I've seen, but there's always a lot of fucking going on."

There were loud groans now coming from the picnic table. Richard turned his attention that way again. Now Ronnie had Melanie on her knees. His prick was going into her asshole and Melanie was begging him not to stop.

Kathy was getting excited. She was rubbing her hot ass against Richard's hard prick. He was ready.

He stood up and undid his trousers, still keeping Kathy half on his lap. His prick was now free and he stuck it between Kathy's closed thighs. Kathy caught on quick. She unsnapped her shorts and rolled them down over her knees. She was wearing no panties. She turned around to face him and Richard's prick was going into her pussy.

Then she sat down hard on his prick and Richard was completely inside of her cunt. Kathy put her head on Richard's shoulder and rubbed her tits against him.

"That feels good, Richard," she moaned. "You've got a nice prick."

"Glad you like it," Richard said.

The picnic table was now rocking from the force of the two people fucking. Melanie was acting like she was crazy.

"Oh, Goddamn fuck!" Melanie said out loud. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God in heaven, I'm cominggggggggggggg!"

Both bodies collapsed on the picnic table. Richard's prick was getting hotter by the minute. He could feel the tingle in his balls that told him he was not far off. Kathy was bouncing up and down on his prick like her ass was on fire. She was crying soft sobs that seemed to come from deep inside.

"Shittttttttttttt!" Kathy groaned. "Oh, fucking shittttt!"

He could feel her hot cunt soaking him with juices and it felt damned good. He began to plunge up in her cunt harder and he felt the heat in his balls travel up the length of his hard prick.

"Damn!" he shouted. "Oh, Kathy, you're a good piece of ass! Oh, mother-fuck!"

She stayed with him as he poured rivers of jism into her waiting cunt. She rubbed her tits against him and bit him on the shoulder as he came.

She wasn't ready to leave him.

"No," she said, as he started to push her away. "Stay there for a while. We'll do it again."

Richard seriously doubted his ability to go again but he was willing to try.

He remained like that as she slowly rocked up and down on his prick. She was gentler this time with none of the hard violence she had bounced with before. She was purring like a cat.

"Easy, lover," Kathy purred. "Just go easy. Your cock'll be fat and hard in a minute."

She was right. In less than a minute his prick was throbbing again. He wasn't doing anything. Kathy seemed to be pulling at him with her cunt and he couldn't remember a piece of pussy that felt so good.

Richard looked back at the couple on the picnic table. Ronnie was sitting up. He had a bottle and he was forcing Melanie to drink more of it.

"Drink it, baby," Ronnie was saying. "Drink up good now."

"Isn't she drunk enough?" Richard asked. He thought that he had been talking to himself but he said it loud enough for Kathy to hear.

She raised her head and looked at him.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"I was wondering about the boss' wife. He's pouring pure whiskey down her throat."

"Oh that," Kathy said. "Watch, lover. You'll find out why."

Melanie was really getting drunk. Her body seemed to be uncoordinated as she drank the whiskey. Finally Ronnie took the bottle away from her lips.

"More," Melanie protested.

"You'll get more," Ronnie promised. "In just a little while."

Ronnie left her. He seemed to be gathering men around him in the yard. After a few moments he had half a dozen drunken men laughing and talking. They came back with him as they walked to the table.

"What's going on?" Richard asked.

Richard was feeling really excited. He didn't know what was happening but he had a feeling.

"Just keep watching, lover," Kathy purred as she continued to bounce up and down on his prick. "You've never seen anything like what you're about to see."

Richard was feeling too good to ask any more , questions. The men were gathering around the picnic table. All of them were taking off their clothes until there were many discarded piles of clothing around the picnic table.

"They call her the boss' whore," Kathy said. "Now you're going to see why."

Her movements were getting more excited as if what Richard was about to see was really turning Kathy on.

The agents around the table took hold of Melanie. They walked by her in a circle while each man took hold of Melanie by the hair and rubbed her face in his crotch.

"No," Melanie was saying. "Not again. Not like the last time."

They just laughed at her. They kept walking around the table until each of them had a hard-on.

"Okay, Mel," Ronnie said. "It's time to fuck again. It's time to show us what you're made of."

"Please," Melanie said. "Please don't hurt me."

"Hurt you?" Ronnie said, as if he were astonished. "Why, nobody would think of hurting you. We're going to fuck you. You love to be fucked. I know you do."

Melanie started to fight with them. She scratched and clawed but they only laughed at her and got quickly out of her way. She was like a wildcat. She turned in a snarling circle as each man rubbed up against her. While she was trying to scratch one man, another would step up behind her and rub his prick against her skin.

There were a few white streaks across her ass, thighs, and on her cheeks before the men started to get serious.

Two of the men stepped up and grabbed her arms. She struggled with them but they slowly forced her to her back. A third man climbed between her thighs.

She screamed as his prick entered her cunt. She jerked her legs wildly but he continued to fuck her. He was grunting as he drove his prick into her cunt.

"Feel good, Melanie?" Ronnie taunted. "It must. Look how you shake your ass."

Richard was growing more excited by the minute. His prick was throbbing with need and urgency as he watched the men taunt Melanie.

"You must like what you're seeing," Kathy said, as she noticed him picking up the pace.

"God, yes," Richard said.

"Well you haven't seen anything yet. Wait until they really get going with her."

Richard couldn't imagine what else they could do to her. The man fucking her was grunting and screaming and Richard could see his hips bucking wildly as he poured his seed into Melanie's cunt.

"Oh, God!" Melanie said, crying out loud. "Please leave me alone."

"We're just getting started," Ronnie said as the man on top of her climbed off. "We haven't even begun to fuck."

Melanie seemed to give up her struggles. Two men climbed up onto the table with her. They picked her up so that she was resting on her knees and hands. The first man positioned his prick at her asshole.

"Here I come, Melanie!" he yelled, and he plunged deep into her shitter.

Melanie only slowly moved her ass as the man fucked her. The second man went to her head. He brushed his prick across her lips and she opened her mouth.

He took two handfuls of her hair and pulled her mouth open wider. He pushed his dick in, past her teeth, deep in her throat.

"JESUS!" he yelled as he began to fuck her mouth.

The men around the table began to clap their hands as the two men drove their pricks into Melanie.

Richard felt his own prick growing and expanding inside Kathy's tight cunt. The scene before him was almost too exciting to stand.

Kathy started moaning. She rubbed his prick and groaned as the first of his jism struck her cunt-walls. She screamed at the pleasure of her release.

"Fuck!" she yelled as they came together for the second time.

This time Kathy released him and dropped to the ground. Her legs were still spread open wide as she lay there. Richard was sure that she wouldn't protest no matter who came along to put a prick there.

He turned to take one last look at Melanie. She had a dreamy expression on her face that told Richard that she really didn't mind all the cocks. She was even looking forward to it. Richard smiled to himself. It was a good job and he was going to enjoy every part of it. Especially the parties.

He would have liked to stay a while longer, but he had another person to see that night. Judy.

Melanie was enjoying herself. She couldn't help it. No matter how she meant to spend the evening it always ended up with her getting fucked by every man in sight.

She wondered if her husband knew that she was giving pussy to every agent in the office. She doubted it. He was always so cocksure of himself that he never worried about his wife. Perhaps he would have worried a little more if he had known that she knew about Margo.

She still remembered how she had found out. She had been faithful to her husband up until then. It had been a rainy afternoon and she had gone to pick up her husband to bring him home. He was expecting her but she had arrived a little early.

The office door was standing open. There were no agents in the office. She heard the soft sounds as she stepped through the door. She pushed it open a little more so that she could see.

Both her husband and his secretary had their backs to her but she could still easily see what they were doing. Margo had her short skirt hiked up to her waist and her panties were on the floor. Her husband, fully dressed, had Margo bent over the desk with her ass high in the air.

He was driving his prick into her asshole and grunting loudly like a pig. She had thought she would be sick. She left quickly so that he would not know she had been there.

That incident had been two long years before. She had changed a lot since then. She had given much thought to how to get back at her cheating husband before she had gotten the idea.

She would cheat on him with one of his agents. She picked Ronnie Dobbs and she put her plan into effect on the night of one of her husband's famous check-paying parties.

She knew that Ronnie had often looked at her with lust in his eyes. Often he had accidentally brushed up against her or ran a hand across her plump rump.

She had ignored him until that night. She was afraid of what she was going to do. She drank a little more than usual to give her courage.

Finally her husband passed out, as he usually did, and she was alone with Ronnie Dobbs.

Mrs. Dobbs was nowhere about as she allowed Ronnie to back her into a corner and kiss her.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" she asked him as his hands groped beneath her skirt.

"Where did you have in mind?" Ronnie asked. His breath was becoming shorter as he played with her large titties.

"Up to my room. The bedroom."

She held her breath as she led Ronnie up the back stairs. Nobody met them in the long hall or on the stairs, and finally they were in the bedroom.

He closed and locked the door and he was at her immediately. He didn't give her time to get worked up. His attack was strong and fierce. He practically tore off her clothes and spread-eagled her on the bed. A moment later his big hunk of meat was slamming into her cunt and he was grunting with pleasure.

He excited her but he was too quick. Before she was warmed enough, his prick was spouting its precious seed into her cunt and he was collapsing on top of her.

He left her and returned a few moments later with a bottle. She didn't protest when he put it to her lips. She was thinking that she would probably get him hot again and then he could scratch her itching cunt.

She didn't realize that she was drinking so much until the world started getting shadowy around her. Ronnie was once again getting up to leave.

"Where are you going?" she asked drunkenly, catching at his arm.

"I'll be back," he said. "I'm just going to get you a surprise."

She didn't want him to leave. She pulled at him but he jerked away. She saw his dark figure leave the room. She was still burning hot.

She put two fingers between her legs and began to finger-fuck herself. She must have remained like that for a few moments but then a strange voice spoke in her ear.

"You don't have to do that, Melanie. I'll take care of you."

The voice sobered her quickly. She opened her eyes and saw the face of another agent in her husband's firm. She recognized the face but she couldn't remember his name.

"Get out of my room," she said. "You don't belong in here. Where's Ronnie?"

"Ronnie told me to come on up. He said you might have something to give me."

She felt his hard prick probing between her legs. She tried to fight him but he was very strong. He slapped her a couple of times and then strong hands forced open her thighs. Again his prick probed there.

A weakness seemed to come over her. She couldn't move. She couldn't fight. She was only aware of the prick that was forcing its slow way into her cunt.

"Oh, God," she said. "Be gentle. Please be gentle."

His voice was gentle, soothing and his prick was suddenly all the way in her cunt. She didn't want to fight him any more. She wanted his prick. She loved the feel of it slamming into her cunt.

"Feel good, honey?" the man asked.

"Oh, yes!" she said. "Oh, yes, it feels good."

His prick was gentle no longer. It was slamming into her cunt and his voice was loud. He was calling her filthy names and she was loving it. The dirty words, words she had never heard before, were exciting her.

"Oh, fuck!" she told him, repeating his most used word. "Oh, fuck me good!"

She felt his prick expanding and then his cum splashing against her cunt-walls and flooding her hole. But she still had not been relieved of her itching cunt.

This man also left her side. She was tired and she wanted to sleep, despite the urgency of her cunt. She closed her eyes. She didn't know how long she was asleep but she awakened to the tongue that was licking her tit.

Once more she opened her eyes. This time it was not one man in the room but six or seven shadowy figures. A heavy hand fell across her thigh and traveled up to her cunt. Two rough fingers were inserted into her cunt.

"Stop that," she moaned. "Oh, God, stop that. It isn't right. It just isn't right."

She wanted them to stop but her body was already betraying her. Her cunt was sucking at the man's fingers like her hot pussy was a living thing trying to eat.

Another man was at her head and her mouth opened. A huge cock was rubbed across her open lips. She didn't want to do what the man wanted, yet her mouth was opening wider and the cock was slipping past her teeth.

She began to suck on his cock just as the fingers were being replaced by another cock. She found herself on her side and another cock was being pressed against her asshole.

There was a great deal of pain as the cock forced its way into her shitter. She had never had a cock there before. She tried to scream but she only managed to draw the cock deeper into her mouth.

"Oh, Jesus," she managed to say, but then speaking was impossible and three cocks were fucking her. Her itch was getting scratched.

It went on like that all night long. When one cock was gone, another would quickly take its place. She knew that some of the men were fucking her over and over, but she didn't care. If felt so good. So good.

That was how she started her reputation. Now at every party she usually ended up on a kitchen table, a picnic table, a bed, a couch, anywhere that the men could find room enough to fuck her.

And she loved it! She loved every cock-sucking minute, of it. Enough men to scratch the itch and get back at her husband and Margo at the same time.

She really loved her husband's parties.