Chapter 7

DAISY WATKINS WAS BACK AT WORK AND, IF Herbert's calculations were correct, she had completed her menstrual period. That meant her little cockpit should be free and clear and ready for his use again.

That morning he wasted no time in getting around to using it.

Herbert had become very offhand in his treatment of Daisy during recent weeks. Her own free-and-easy manner invited such treatment. She was used to letting men have fun with her, and she seemed able to grab her fun in the same way, at the same time.

He called her into his, office and asked cheerily, "Well, how are you feeling?"

"Lots better," she assured him, lifting a lock of long brown hair back over her shoulder.

She looked great in a cotton knit minidress with horizontal stripes of green, red and white. A silver chain belt encircled her middle.

A foxy look came over Herbert's normally mild features and he said, "Come around here, will you? I want to find out just how well you are."

Daisy, with a notion of what he might have in mind, grinned and walked around his desk to stand next to his chair.

Herbert took hold of her miniskirt at both sides and lifted it. His eager gaze took in the thickening of her thighs, then the smooth nudity of them above her stockings. He lifted her skirt farther and stared at the plump V of her green nylon panties.

"How are we doing here?" Herbert asked rakishly and touched that V with his fingertips.

There was no hint of a pad (though Daisy could have used tampons). He felt, through her panties, the familiar fatty mound covered by its mat of rather coarse, curly hair.

"Herbie!" she squealed. (She liked to call him that, and he rather enjoyed it.) "You know what it does to me when you touch me there?"

"Tell me," he grinned, and kept touching, stroking the smooth panty surface with the tips of his fingers.

"It makes me awfully hot," she confided. "It sends shivers all up and down."

"Shivers are cold, not hot," he pointed out, still stroking her.

She squirmed to his touch. "Oh, you know what I mean!" Then she added softly and huskily, "Get under the pants."

He hooked a panty elastic away from her loins and ran his fingers inside, directly onto her hairy crotch. "Oh, golly!" she said.

He stroked her lips up and down, then impertinently wormed a finger up between them to discover that she had no tampon there.

"Let's do it," he said.

Her answer was, "Man, do I want to!"

And she did. During the weeks in which he had been putting it to her, Herbert had developed into quite an acceptable screwer, as far as Daisy was concerned. She was never a slow girl, and she had learned to attune her responses to his.

He gripped the top of her panties and slid them down, taking them all the way along her meaty thighs, past her knees, and down off her calves and ankles. He tossed them onto the floor.

"Oooh, Herbie!" she protested. "They'll get all dirty. I have to put them back on again."

She turned and bent to pick up her panties, thereby causing her minidress to hike up at the rear, and Herbert leaned forward to jab two goosing fingers up the backs of her thighs and between her smooth, cushiony buttocks. That propelled her forward with a startled cry.

She straightened up and faced him, holding her briefs. "Herbie, you devil! What's gotten into you today?"

"It isn't what's gotten into me," he replied. "It's what's going to get into you. Come over here."

She obeyed, as always. Daisy was a remarkably cooperative wanton.

Planting herself across his lap, she pursed her fruity lips for a smooch. As he pressed his lips to hers and happily enjoyed their soft moist sweetness, his hand snaked upward between her thighs. She opened herself to grant access to his probe, and he fingered the hairy velvet of her snatch as they kissed.

His cock rose to nudge her near the anus.

With all this stimulation going on, it was no wonder that Daisy began to drip.

"I'll get my dress soiled if we don't look out," she said, and hopped off his lap.

In no time at all, she had removed her belt and was whisking the minidress over her head. She stood in a green half-flip, mesh stockings and white bra.

"Come on, Herbie, Strip down."

It was an invitation which Herbert could not resist.

At precisely that moment, his wife, Gloria, was pursuing her own special means of attaining pleasure. This time the lucky man was a joe who had stopped by to sell a few brushes. As Gloria's frilly robe fell away, revealing the very exquisite little brush which grew at the juncture of her thighs and belly, the salesman couldn't think about his own brushes to save his soul ... let alone make a lousy few dollars commission.

He much preferred to take advantage of the opportunity to make Gloria.

He was not as physical or as commanding as the truck driver had been, however. He had to be a little more certain of his ground before he made a move. This broad could just be teasing him, secure in the belief that he wouldn't dare lay a hand on her.

He grinned across at her as she sat on the sofa, the robe hanging open from her waist, her thighs uncrossed but together. "You're a very beautiful woman, Missus ... uh ... Missus ... "

"Never mind my last name," she said. "Just call me Gloria."

"All right." His grin and slight blush deepened. "Gloria it is. Heh-heh-heh."

He was a rather pudgy little man and nearly baldheaded. There was nothing attractive about him. But Gloria never sought out attractive males for her extra-marital screwing.

"I'm tired of hearing about brushes," she said. "Isn't there something else you'd like to tell me ... or ask me?"

Was there! But still he was hesitant. He'd heard of women like this who just led a man on. He had a wife and three children, and he couldn't afford to take chances.

So he (his name was Hal Simmons) edged around to the subject by asking, "Have you ever been in motion pictures, Gloria? You certainly have a lovely pair of legs. Heh-heh."

"I never have," she said with a tense smile. "But thank you for the compliment. Is there something else you like about me?"

"Gosh, yes! In fact, I wish..."

"You wish what, Mr. Simmons?" (He had given her his card right after he rang her doorbell.)

"Hal. Please. I wish ... well, I hope you won't think I'm too forward..."

"No. By all means, go on."

"Well, I wish ... heh, heh ... that I could see more of you."

She looked down at herself. Her thighs were still snuggly together. Only the top tuft of her pussy hair was revealed. Her robe remained fastened over her bulging breasts.

"Just what in particular would you like to look at?" she asked sweetly.

Oh, gosh! Goddamn! Already his cock was straining at the confinement of his shorts and pants.

"Well, if you could ... huh, huh ... just part your legs a little ... "

"You mean, like this?"

She parted them-very slightly at first, then farther and farther apart until he saw not only her entire bearded bun but the pink slit down the center of it.

His mouth was hanging open. At any moment, she expected to see his little bow tie spin around. He was staring at her cunt, speechless.

She helped him out: "Why don't we go into the bedroom, Hal? That is, if you'd like to."

"Holy Mackerel, yes!" He leaped up, mindless of his thrusting hard-on.

Though he was a small man, Gloria was pleased to note that he was well-hung. She wondered why he didn't have more confidence in himself.

She got up and, smiling at him, led the way into the hall and back to the master bedroom. Her carriage was erect. Her robe flowed away from her flashing bare legs.

Once in he bedroom, she faced him and stripped off the robe completely. He gazed in fascination at her highly-placed, bowl-like tits with their sharp little points poking forward.

"Would you like me to undress you?" she inquired.

"Lady!" the poor man groaned. "This has gotta be a put-on of some kind. It's too good! I know we aren't on Candid Camera, but have you got somebody hidden here, spying on us or something?"

"Of course not," she said, as she moved up to him. "There's just you and me. And I simply want to be loved, that's all. A woman has a right to a good loving when she feels like it, hasn't she?"

"Hell, yes!"

He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

The tiger which lived within him, usually in a near-comatose state, had suddenly awakened. It demanded meat.

Hal ground his mouth against her fragrant, soft lips and forced them apart to grant entry to his tongue. At the same time, his hand slid down her back and onto her delicious, pouting buttocks. He grasped a satiny cheek and kneaded it as they kissed.

Even before the kiss ended, Gloria was pulling at his clothes, drawing his jacket away. He backed up to let her pull it down his arms. She tossed it onto a chair.

Now she proceeded to unknot his tie while he lifted his hands under her titties and enclosed those pneumatic mounds in an ardent grip. His fingers thrilled to the resiliency of her flesh. He toyed with the up-thrust red studs of her nipples.

She slipped his tie away, then unbuttoned his shirt. He was bending to suck at one of her joy jugs, and this made it a little more difficult for her to undress him, but she went right ahead.

It was a dull kind of excitement that gripped Gloria. The whole thing was more of a ritual than an expression of true lust. She derived a deep psychological satisfaction from what was going on, so the physical aspect was secondary. But she would reach her release, and that was something she needed, too.

She pulled his shirt up and out from under his pants. He twisted to help her strip it off. He was panting in heat by this time. The taste of her tit had been tremendous. Her jugs were so much fuller and firmer than his wife's.

Gloria fumbled with his belt buckle, then the snappers at the top of his pants. She let his zipper down over the hump caused by his phallus.

"Let me ... finish," he croaked, and tried to push Gloria away.

But she had no intention of giving ground. She wanted to undress him ... and suddenly she knew that she wanted to suck him first. She had to get his cock into her mouth!

She dropped to her knees before him, pulling his trousers down his legs.

"Don't! Oh, God ... don't!" he moaned, as she pulled his pecker out of his shorts.

It was a lengthy, very stiff rod with skin over its head. She pushed the skin back and gazed at the moist rosy knob. She leaned close and protruded her pink tongue.

Hal gazed down in rapt fascination. He saw his cock give a jerk just before Gloria's tongue touched it. At the touch, he experienced a most voluptuous sensation.

He hadn't been blown since a prostitute did it for him years ago, and that was nothing like this. She was good enough, in a technical sense, but she had no feel for it. This woman

Gloria worked her soft lips against him, then began bobbing her head, thereby sliding her lips against his so-sensitive flesh. The motions were marvelously exciting to Hal-so exciting that he feared he might explode.

Yet he didn't want to stop her.

Finally he said, "No ... no!" and tried to push at her head, but she just worked all the stronger. His pelvis shot forward, jamming his joystick deeper into her mouth, and he came, gushing into her throat.

She kept her mouth in place until she had caught all his fluid then leaned back, looked up at him, and smiled.

My God! Even the prostitute had spit his semen out!

Hal felt rocky on his legs, and his penis had lapsed to near nothing. Apparently unconcerned by this, Gloria bent and removed his shoes, then his socks and trousers. She pulled his shorts away.

"It's no use," he groaned. "I won't be able to go again."

"Oh, won't you?" she challenged and added, "get onto the bed."

He did, but only to humor her. He'd had such an intense climax that he was sure to remain dormant for a half-hour or more. He doubted if this hot bitch would be willing to wait that long.

He was right about her, but wrong about himself. Gloria had ways of resurrecting his peter in a remarkably short time.

She began by leaning over him and dragging her tits lightly up and down his legs, across his stomach, and finally to his chest and on up. She dropped each turgid nipple against his lips, let him take a quick suck, and pulled it away. She touched a nipple to each eyelid in turn, then tickled the end of his nose with one.

Now she backed up and let her cascading breasts play over his loins, tickling the head of his penis with a tip. She lifted his penis and jammed it between her tits, which she. held at their outer sides. She rubbed her lush globes against his softened shaft.

It didn't come up. Not yet. But he was beginning to sense new life surging into it.

She manually fondled and caressed his hairy balls. Then she reached down farther, running a finger into the groove between his buttocks. She teased the sensitive nerve endings at his ass-hole.

She ordered him to roll over and she straddled him. Shaking her shoulders slowly, she bounced and rolled her tits against his back, his middle and his buttocks. She bent and kissed him-first on a shoulder blade, then in the small of his back, finally on his rump.

He groaned and his rod fattened against the bed.

She had him roll onto his back once more and she began to stroke his peter in her hand while she crooned the most deliriously-obscene things. She used every four-letter word he had ever thought of, some of which he had never spoken himself, and she ended with an abject entreaty for him to take her:

"Screw me, Hal! Please screw me, Hal! I need you to screw me!"

His rod stood tall and straight, quivering with a fresh resurgence of desire.

She quickly moved atop it and let her loins down. He arched and groaned and closed his eyes as he pawed blindly at her hobbling tits. Gloria did all the work.

She came just before he did, and it was good.

Hal felt as if every drop of life had been siphoned out of him.

In her husband's private office, Herbert was seated on a straight chair while Daisy squatted over "him, her thighs spread wide. She let herself down on his spear of manhood, and it slid way up inside her lubricated passage. She twisted and bounced up and down, her great tits swinging.

Daisy was built in the boobs a great deal differently from his wife. While Gloria's tits were erect and dome-like, Daisy's tended to hang. But they had good projection.

Herbert grasped them and squeezed them as Daisy screwed him. Her twat was marvelously warm and wet and roomy. Its roominess became an asset when she used it in this way, circling it and tilting it and sliding it up and down, all at the same time.

Her plump buttocks rhythmically smacked his thighs. He gripped her tensing, thick thighs and enjoyed the ripple of her muscles beneath the soft surface.

She moaned and panted and gasped as she worked. Herbert gave a jab upward every now and then, but he let her provide most of the action.

When she felt him suddenly tighten and stretch upward inside her, she bore down and ground her cunt against him hard. He ejaculated and she came when she felt his juice geyser up. She quaked and bounced up and down on his lap. He squeezed her titties like warm loaves of dough, then his hands fell away.

"I never asked you," Daisy said a few minutes later, as they were getting dressed, "but doesn't your wife like to screw at all?"

"We make love," Herbert said, declining to use a word like screw in relation to Gloria. "But she's a very sensitive person. Physical things aren't so important to her."

"In other words, she's cold, hmm?" Daisy commented, sighting over her shoulder to straighten a garter.

"I suppose you could say that. However, she's a wonderful woman, and we're very much in love."

"Poor Herbie."

That made him angry and he snapped, "I don't require your pity, Miss Watkins!"

"Oh, come on now," she laughed. "No offense intended. It's just that a nice guy like you shouldn't be stuck with a woman who don't like her nookey."

"There are other things in the world."

"Yeah?" She wriggled her dress down over her head. "Well, you can say that after you're all nice and satisfied, but you wouldn't have said it a little while ago, when you were pulling up my dress."

"Daisy, I'd advise you not to take me or your situation here too much for granted."

She just looked at him.

"I like you," he said. "You know that. And we get along pretty well. But I am, after all, the head of the company, and you're only a file clerk."

She continued to gaze at him for a few moments, then she broke into a grin and hip-rolled over to where he was standing. She tilted her cute face up and gave him a kiss.

"There you are, boss sweetie," she said. "Let's not fight, huh?"

He didn't scare her. She understood him and was sure of the position she occupied in his life.

Herbert grudgingly admired her for that certainty. He wished he could be as sure ... about himself, Gloria, and lots of things.