Chapter 1
Alice Dearbourne wiggled her hotly quivering pussy hard down on the seat of the train and bit her lip. God, her cunt was still hot, even after all that fucking! she thought. I've got to think of something else ... besides sex! But all during the ride from Buffalo to Utica, the voluptuous brunette could think of nothing else.
It had been bad enough when she had been alone in the compartment, left at the mercy of the lewd pussy-exciting memories she had hoped to leave behind her forever, but when the train had stopped in Syracuse and two strangers, Jerry and Janie Greer, joined her, she had almost lost her mind, for Jerry had been a very sexy man and she just couldn't stop herself from wondering how big his cock was and how it would feel fucking deep up inside her pussy. Then, they had started to talk, Alice telling the Greers of her new job in the accounting department in a company in Utica. Jerry had taken out a tan leather case that Alice had taken to be his briefcase, and she had been amazed to see it held a bottle of Jack Daniels and three glasses. They had begun drinking and Alice found that her earlier guarded caution had dissolved into a warm, friendly glow. When Jerry had excused himself, she found herself telling the sexy blonde about the strained period that she had just gone through at the office and confessed that she was just about at her wit's end because of all the men in the office always trying to fuck her, although she left out the part that she had let them. After all, she didn't want Janie to think she was some sort of whore!
"Look, Alice," Janie said, "I'm a few years older than you and know a lot more about men and their ways than you do. Let me tell you one thing, honey, from one woman to another. They're all a-like, every one of them. Give the bastards an inch and they take a mile." She had paused to take a sip of her drink before going on.
"I used to think that there was no one in the whole world like Alex, my first old man, but let me tell you, I got a rude awakening. Men are only concerned with one thing, and that's fucking cunt. I've learned that from experience."
What? Alice thought foggily, her mind desperately trying to keep track of Janie's conversation.
"Well, let's just say that I've begun to take the same attitude," Janie had continued. "I take my pleasure where I can find it, and I've learned to use men for the pleasure I can get from them!" she finished triumphantly, her face flushed.
Alice had felt a lewd warmth tingling in her cunt as Janie's soft complaining voice continued to sound in her ears. Another glass of Jack Daniels failed to ease the sensation of painful pleasure and the obscene ache in her pussy.
Then, Alice had heard the door to the compartment sliding open and her mouth hinged open in surprise as Jerry walked in, almost nonchalantly, with the biggest bulge in his pants she had ever seen.
Oh, God, his cock must be huge! she had thought wildly, staring at him in confusion. He sat down beside her and smiled broadly at her.
"Thought I'd sit next to you." He smiled, just a little bit too confidently, Alice had thought. His eyes seemed to bore right into her and her glance dropped down to avoid his penetrating gaze and rested again on the bulge in his pants. Shame and embarrassment had flooded through her. Did he know how badly she wanted to be fucked? But her thoughts were interrupted when Janie suddenly stood up.
"I think I'll take a little trip to the restroom," she explained and slipped quickly out the door, leaving Alice in silence beside Jerry.
When she was gone, Jerry had refilled Alice's glass and poured a drink for himself. They sat silently side by side, sipping the fiery liquid. Out of nowhere, an image of Jerry's long, teasing fingers working hotly up under her panties and into her pussy flashed vividly in her mind. Embarrassed, she had stolen a glance at him, and saw that his eyes were riveted again into hers. Her anxiety redoubled and she closed her eyes, seeking escape into some protected corner of her being. Here she was, thinking those lewd thoughts while sharing a drink with Janie's husband. Groaning, Alice had pressed the palms of her hands over her eyes, her mind enveloped in waves of nauseous self-disgust. She felt overwhelmed by an unfamiliar giddiness. Vaguely, she sensed a movement on the seat beside her; there was a hand touching her shoulder, an arm circling and drawing her close.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Jerry asked, his voice low and soothing. "It's nothing," she had stammered. Her fists knuckled and twisted into her eye sockets as if to rub away the excitement of her pussy and the lewd pictures which lurked tantalizingly in her mind.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he had intoned, his arms gently massaging her shoulders and kneading the back of her neck.
Alice had felt herself relax under the powerful liquor and the soothing caresses; the tight knot between her shoulder blades seemed to dissolve under Jerry's expert strokes. She leaned back against him, grateful for his masculine strength, thankful for the courage with which he was imbuing her. Then his hand quickly dropped to her firm young thigh, while the other continued its gentle massage of her neck. She felt the warm burning touch of flesh on her leg, a hypnotic yet thrilling sensation. It felt good. She knew it was wrong, but the soft rubbing relaxed her, soothing her shattered nerves. She didn't want him to stop; she'd let him continue for just a minute longer. A soft, light cloud settled in her head and she felt her whole body relax blissfully.
"Now, isn't that better?" he had murmured, settling himself very close to her.
Then, her body had stiffened as she realized that his other hand was hanging down over her hotly throbbing titties and was also stroking her thigh through the thin jersey of her skirt. She had wanted to push his hands away, she thought she had pushed them away, but they were still there kneading warmly at her tender flesh.
Alice had tried to lift her hand to push herself away from his embrace, but it was almost as if she was paralyzed. Her numbed, drink-sodden mind refused to command her rebellious body as it surged into a strange perverse life of its own ... she had to get control of herself, had to pull herself together, but a twitching, excited sensation began deep within her quivering little cunt and she sensed the gathering moisture of desire at the mouth of her pussy, forming a slippery lubrication between her inner thighs and causing her to almost unconsciously open and close her firm, smooth legs, open and close them in a squirming, increasing sexual rhythm.
Jerry's hand left her thighs and had started to caress all over her body now. She had wanted to, tried to stop the lewd caresses and the licentious sensation they were causing, but somehow she couldn't seem to do anything but lie there on the seat, accepting his lecherous advances. His hand moved back to her thigh, and, as if in a dream, she had felt it snake up under the hem of her skirt, crawl up her leg like a searching insect, the fingers insinuating themselves slowly under the elastic legband of her panties. His fingertips probed and rubbed, tangling in the first soft crinkling strands of her darkly curling pussy hairs. Then, an electric shock had rippled through her cunt and shook her legs as the fingers slid on to her hotly palpitating pussy ... but he didn't pause there. He let his hand glide still lower, his middle finger erect, until the obscenely probing tip came in sudden contact with her hotly quivering pussy flesh.
Alice had become so emotionally upset by the erotic effects of the strong drink and her shameless sexual arousal that she had been hardly conscious of what she was doing or what was happening to her. When the strange man she had just met opened her blouse and smoothly, almost without her feeling it, unzipped and slid her skirt down over her sensuously curved asscheeks she had made no resistance. Skillfully he had freed her softly trembling tits and peeled her lace panties down off her long, trim legs, never ceasing his teasing assault on her hot, juicy cunt.
"Oh God, no we shouldn't ... not here in the train ... your wife, Janie, might come back!" she mewled softly, torn helplessly between her fears and desire. The excitement of lying naked on the seat before this almost complete stranger, the cool air puckering her nipples, contrasted with the lewd, delicious pleasure that permeated her whole being. She had watched groggily, completely mesmerized by the lewd sight as Jerry Greer had stripped the clothes from his body. It took but a second until he stood in front of her completely naked, his excitedly throbbing cock standing out from his loins like a threatening wooden club. Though she couldn't thwart the raging demanding fire in her own tingling little pussy, she had closed her eyes to shut out the sight of their naked bodies and of Jerry's tantalizing, irresistible hand.
"You're just dying to get this cock in you, I can tell!" he had leered down at her.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... my pussy is so hot to be fucked!" she had sobbed excitedly.
"Every woman needs a real man's cock and lady, after you've felt this one shoved up that hot little cunt of yours, you'll know what a real man's cock is like, if you already don't...." he had leered down at her. As he spoke, his finger played along the wetly twitching curl-rimmed pussy, and the tip scraped teasingly at the tiny bud of her clit, sending it springing into life. Forbidden sparks of sheer, wanton pleasure leaped through her, and what was even more exciting was the fact that she was acting like a common slut, dropping her panties down and opening her legs for the first male she had met on her move!
No, no ... this is wrong, all wrong ... I've got to stop it right now, right now ... her brain screamed, but it felt so good. She couldn't do anything to fight the unwanted rhythmic surges of desire that raced through her as Jerry Greer's hand dipped into her wetly burning pussy. Her pink, now hungrily throbbing cuntal lips seemed to cling to his trailing fingers. She actually liked his hand playing with her naked pussy like this. Oh God, there was no point in denying it!
"Ooooohhhhhh ... ooooohhhhhhh!" she sighed, a flush of heat sweeping over her and with a final groan of total surrender, she ground her pussy greedily up onto his feverishly working fingers. She could feel that her cum was near; she wanted it, she had to have it!
Jerry Greer looked down victoriously at her nakedly spread cunt. Christ, he had leered, you're really a hot little bitch, just like I thought you'd be! You want cock all right, and I'm not the man to leave a hot-pussied woman waiting....
Alice had felt the withdrawal of his lewdly cunt-exciting fingers from her desperately squirming pussy and opened her eyes in burning frustration. She was so near, so near. Her eyes dropped to his hugely throbbing cock hovering over her. He had started spreading her legs now, and she had known then he was actually going to make her let him fuck her with it!
In spite of her excitement, she wondered how such a huge cock would feel fucking deep inside her cunt! Alice's liquor-soaked mind had seemed far away from her, and her hot, eagerly clenching little pussyhole was doing the thinking for her, something direct, animalistic.
Then, suddenly, Jerry had spread her legs with his knees and, grasping his heavily pulsing prick, had guided the lustfully throbbing cockhead toward her quivering little pussyhole.
"Old Jerry is going to fuck you how, honey...." he leered down at her nakedly spread cunt, spread wide and cringing on the seat. Her softly curling cunt was spread beneath him like some obscene pagan offering. His lewd words had taken away her breath and Her eyes were fastened down between her widespread thighs on the hugely glistening cock as it gently nudged the wetly twitching lips of her pussy.
Yes, yes, she wanted that huge cock fucking deep up inside her just as she had wanted his fingers playing in her pussy! She wanted all the lewd, obscene pleasure she could get! and she needed it, God, how she needed it! She had twisted and squirmed on the brown vinyl surface of the seat, shuddering as she felt his hugely pulsing cock's jarring electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly pulsating pussy.
"Oooooooohhhhhh...." Her breath had come rushing in as she felt the first insistent pressure against the tight little hole of her pussy.
Jerry shoved forward.
"Oooooohhhhhh! ... oh God! Ooooohhhhhh!" she had shrieked, as the huge slippery head of his thickly pulsing cock split the soft curls of her pussy hairs apart and thrust into her tightly clenching young cunt. Before she could pull away, Jerry then flexed his asscheeks down between her open thighs more forcefully and the hugely throbbing cockhead surged forward.
Ooooohhhhhhhh, God ... it was in! The unbelievable thought had raced through her lust-crazed mind. Then, with a gasp of pain she felt the outer lips of her cunt contract just below the giant hardness.
"Oooooooohhhh! Your prick's so big! Your prick's so big!" Alice had screamed, wild-eyed, up into his lewdly grinning face.
Suddenly, the smile on his face faded into an expression of sheer animal lust. She knew he had to fuck her-and quick! He thrust his weight forward, his hands cupping her nakedly trembling asscheeks up to meet his lewd assault. He fell against her and his thickly throbbing cock fucked up into her nakedly upturned cunt like a massive steel piston pressuring the soft, moist walls of her pussy in rippling shock-waves before it. With a long, deep groan, Jerry Greer had rammed into her until his heavy, cum-swollen balls slapped wetly against the upturned cheeks of her smoothly curved ass.
"Oh my God, my God!" she cried in ecstasy beneath him. "Oooooooohhhhhh...! Oooohhhhhhhhhh!"
"You like it, baby?" he taunted.
"Ooooohhh ... yes, yessssssssss!" she screamed as his arms held her tightly against his chest as he slowly fucked in and out of her tightly gripping cunt. She had never been so filled in all of her life. The hard, huge head of his prick pressed against her tender cervix, the rigid length of it widely stretching the tender, giving walls of her hot little pussy.
"Oh, fuck me ... fuck me...." she whimpered, her face contorted in a wild mask of rising passion. Even though she had fought her lewd desires and was convinced in her own mind that she was ordinary, respectable, one of the working girls, Alice's body had begun involuntarily to react to the overwhelming erotic stimulation of the near-stranger's hard, rummaging cock. Her still-lurking cum had been gathering in intensity and there was no longer any moral strength left in her to fight the lewd rampage of desire coursing like white hot jism through her veins.
The triumphantly grinning older man dug his fingers into the smooth, soft cheeks of her nakedly wriggling asscheeks, grasping them tightly. He crushed the wet pussyhairs between her legs harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist, wet hold of her hotly craving pussy blossoming open to engulf his hugely throbbing cock to greater and greater depths.
Janie Greer had returned from the restroom, and with hungrily bulging eyes was watching the sweating, obscenely fucking pair. She stared in lewd fascination at Alice's silky young body wantonly jackknifing and fucking back under the furiously pumping form of her husband, his huge cock slamming loudly into her wide-split, passion-crazed young pussy.
Moaning and mewling like a tortured she-bitch beneath him, Alice had been aware of the vague shift in the posture of the strange man fucking into her cock-hungry cunt. She felt him arch his back and push his upper torso into a strangely twisted position. As she felt his huge cock grinding higher and farther up into her now voraciously sucking cunt, she was dimly aware of a new chorus of wet, guttural noises emanating from near her. Suddenly, she had shivered beneath him. Her mind froze at the' unbelievable vision that greeted her eyes ... the blurred insane spectacle of Jerry Greer's mouth burrowing in between his own wife's nakedly spread cunt!
Oh God, he was doing it to her there with his tongue at the same time he was fucking her with his cock! She had gaped in abject disbelief at the indescribably sordid image of the beautiful blonde's naked, wide-splayed pussy grinding hotly into the face of her husband, the man who was fucking her.
Some last remote bond had snapped in Alice's soul and a strange mesmerized wildness took hold of her body as she lay staring wide-eyed up at Jerry Greer's snaking tongue slithering up into the moaning, panting woman with her legs spread wide above her. The obscene sight was beginning to excite her beyond all return, this lewd, three-way act of which she was a part!
She had ground her ass in wild, abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening buffeting of Janie's husband's deeply pussy-stretching cock, her pleading voice echoing lewdly through the heated air. of the small compartment.
"Yessss ... yessss ... Oh God, fuck me, fuck me harder...." she screamed. "Fuck meeeeeeeeee!"
The three bodies shuddered and danced like toy figures shaken by a gigantic invisible hand. Sweat had poured from Alice's body and she began a deep, gyrating spasm. Her face was flushing in unbearable heat, and she knew she was almost there!
"Aaaaaarrrrrgggggg ... oooooohhhhhhh!" she had shrieked, her head thrown back in complete abandonment. "I'm ... I'm ... I'm ccccuuuummiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg!!!!!"
And she had tossed around like a cork at sea as wave after wave of swift, intense currents of delight swept over her. At the same time, Jerry's painfully jerking balls began to spew hot, sticky jets of searing male cum deep up into her hotly churning cunthole. His pelvis had made obscene smacking sounds against hers and her curl-rimmed pussy greedily drank the seemingly endless flood of milky white cock-juice that sprang from the floodgates of his desire.
Crazy orgiastic sounds had sputtered from his cunt-covered mouth and then a deep guttural scream rent the air. Alice, her body still violently contracting, could see Jerry's wife, Janie, shaking like a leaf in the wind, yanking wildly at his hair as he wrung a shattering, pussy-wrenching cum from her tongue-filled cunt ... and then, the three devastated bodies had slowly collapsed in a wild, twitching heap, their naked limbs twitching and snaking down in gradually decreasing spasms of an earth-shaking cum.
Alice was acutely aware of the male eyes on her small, softly curved body as she descended from the train at Utica, New York. Sometimes the young brunette almost regretted the good looks she'd been blessed with. It was impossible for her to avoid attracting attention, even when that was the last thing she wanted. The fact that she was a female accountant didn't help either. It seemed there were some men who just couldn't resist the assumption that behind her neatly tied bun and glasses she was crazy about sex-if not an outright nymphomaniac.
"You must be Miss Dearbourne?" a male voice beside her said.
Alice turned abruptly to find herself flanked by a rather handsome man she would have judged to be in his mid-thirties, dressed casually in a sportcoat and open collar, distinguished by a thick moustache and wavy brown hair far down the back of his neck.
"I'm Tom Gainsborough, head of the accounting department at Walker and Eddison."
Alice stared at the handsome young man with surprise for a moment, then suddenly averted her eyes, managing a nervous smile.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect...."
"A long-haired boss?"
She bit her lip, nodding. "Yes, I guess I still think in stereotypes."
Gainsborough shrugged. "I decided long ago that I only had one life to live and that it would be lived the swingingest way possible."
Alice nodded, again lifting her eyes to her new boss' face. "I think ... that's a good way of looking at it."
He shrugged again, smiling back at her. Then for just an instant his eyes descended from her face down to the huge swells of her still throbbing tits, straining invitingly against her tight-fitting sweater.
"Well, shall we get your things and I'll drive you over to the the company and show you around?"
"Yes," Alice said. "It was very kind of you to meet me."
"My pleasure."
Relieved that she didn't have the problem of trying to negotiate alone with her luggage in a strange town, Alice helped Tom Gainsborough load her bags into the station wagon he had waiting in the parking lot. He held the door open to let her get into the vehicle, then went around arid took his own place at the driver's seat. Furtively Alice tugged her skirt down over the tanned smoothness of her thighs as Tom started the engine and pulled out into the traffic.
"Have you worked with many clients?" he asked after a moment.
"Yes," Alice replied. God, if he only knew! She'd fucked just about all of them too.
"I hope this job doesn't disappoint you," the head of the accounting department said, easing the car to a halt for a red light. "But your position here won't put you in much contact with actual clients. We have to keep someone on the staff who's qualified to deal with research. We'll keep you mostly in the back room."
For some reason, Alice blushed and found herself unable to meet her new boss' gaze. The light changed and he shifted gears and moved across the intersection, but she thought she could almost feel his eyes straying back to her, moving swiftly from her sensuously quivering tits down to her narrow waist and sensuously formed thighs.
"You're really a very nice-looking woman," he said. "I have a feeling you'll make quite a hit with our male employees."
Alice glanced sharply at her new boss, but said nothing.
"But why are you telling me this now?" Alice asked suspiciously.
"Because the situation will arise. You might as well be psychologically prepared to deal with it."
"Oh," she said, again averting her eyes, already beset by a gnawing trepidation. Alice had taken this job because she'd thought it would offer her an escape not afforded by her position in the last firm she had worked for.
"Well, we're almost there now," Tom said, interrupting her thoughts. At the end of the tree-lined street he took a left turn up a shaded lane to a large brick building. Tom pulled up to the curb and stopped the car, then got out quickly to open the door for Alice.
"I'll just show you around briefly, give you a look at the office, then take you over to your apartment," he said. "That, by the way, is only about three blocks from the office, so you won't have to worry about transportation to and from work."'
"That will be ... great," Alice said, a slight tingle coursing through her pussy as she felt Tom Gainsborough's hand lightly touch her back almost at the base of her spine to guide her onto the sidewalk that led up to Walker and Eddison's.
It was just as they were starting to ascend the steps that the double doors opened and two young men appeared. Almost instantly Alice felt a resurgence of her previous trepidation.
Though the smaller of the two men looked at her with only a natural curiosity and surprise that was not in the least disarming, she knew she detected in the intent stare of the other a clear desire to fuck. His eyes flashed, moving swiftly from Alice's face down the length of her firm, supple body, then making their way hungrily back to her sensuously tingling tits and up to her face. Then, as Alice tried with only meager success to smile, he grinned and, still watching her intently, started ahead of the other man down the step's toward her.
"Hello, guys," Gainsborough said. "This is our new accountant, Miss Dearbourne. Gary Webster and Jack Higgins, two of our biggest pranksters around here. They work in the accounting department too."
Alice nodded, finally managing to smile as the two men greeted her and moved on down the steps past them.
"See what I mean?" Gainsborough said as they passed through the doors and entered a corridor. "Looks like they're up to something."
"I guess so," Alice managed.
They walked down the hall in silence for a moment before she added: "The one with the glasses looked ... natural enough, I guess I should say. But that Gary Webster. He looked at me like a dirty old man."
"They're good fellows, both of them," her boss answered. "But Webster can be trouble. He's quite a ladies' man, that one."
They continued in silence through the corridor, then opened a door at the rear of the building to a view even more attractive than the one out front. The accounting department overlooked a small park about twenty-five yards from the main building, and from her own desk Alice would have a good view.
"Well, here you see it anyway," Tom Gainsborough said, pausing. "Shall we get on over to your apartment now?"
"Yes, I'm feeling pretty tired," Alice said. "And I'd like to start settling in."
"We'll take the sidewalk around," he told her, again dropping his hand gently to the base of her spine, prompting a sharp, surprised glance. "I was also going to suggest," he began, not removing his hand, "that we go out to dinner or something tomorrow night. Until you have time to make a few friends, there's no reason you should have to sit alone at home."
"That's ... very nice of you," Alice said, moving a step ahead so that his hand fell from her waist. "But I don't really think I'm ready to start any ... involvements right now...."
"I didn't say anything about an involvement," Tom said, grinning. "Call it a business engagement. After all, I'm your new boss. And I'm just inviting you out to dinner."
"Well," Alice said, unable to think of any rational way of refusing. "I guess that wouldn't do any harm. Okay, Mr. Gainsborough, thank you. It would be lovely."