Chapter 5
Afterwards when the whole ordeal had passed, all the patients were given towels, guided to luxurious baths and attended by orderlies who showered them, soaped them, and then perfumed them. Clean and freshly pressed uniforms were given to each patient, and then they were escorted by the large hospital staff to lunch, which turned out to be an extravagant buffet with everything imaginable.
Stella was starved, not only by the long hours without food, but also by all the emotional upheaval she had gone through. Now, after the relaxing steam bath she had taken, her body hungered for only one thing: FOOD. Still she was unprepared for the luxury of the meal -there were meats and cold cuts she had never seen, vegetables she did not know existed, and fruit imported from all over the world. In her confusion she turned once more to Fred Rodgers, upon whom she was becoming more and more dependent.
"Please help me. I don't know where to start," she confided to him in secrecy, not wanting her ignorance shown to the others.
"Yes, sure," Fred answered and, guiding her through all the rich variety of foods, selected for her black Russian caviar, pheasant, Rumanian pastrami, and a variety of cold vegetables. He, himself, didn't care too much for all the richness before him, and picked only two slices of roast beef and some turkey garnished by buttered hominy. Stella ate all and was delighted with the new tastes. For desert he introduced her to mangoes and freshly cut papayas. When they were through eating the young secretary was sure that only kings ever ate that well.
They spent sometime resting their full stomachs on comfortable couches. Some of the patients went to sleep, others played cards, and still some others just sipped tall drinks. Stella just sat and looked around. Fred had gone off to greet some old Comfort House acquaintances, and she was left alone to muse by herself. She was astonished at her initial distrust of the place and of the doctors. How could she have ever thought these dedicated people could want anything but the best for her and all the others? After all, the company needed men of wit and intelligence to keep going and it would be idiotic of them to construct and run such a large scale operation just for the sake of depravity. On top of that, no one had been anything but cordial and amiable. She had never been forced to anything she did not give in of her own accord.
The beautiful young blonde blushed for a minute, thinking that she had given herself already twice and both times of 'her own accord'. But, she immediately scolded herself for feeling that way. It was clear to her now that she had considered sex essentially dirty, if performed with anybody besides her fiance. She realized that even though some of these feelings remained with her, she was in the right path to being 'cured' from them. It was true what they had been saying - her own body had proved it to her - sexual excitement and orgasm were natural to man and to inhibit them with prudery was not only unnatural, but mentally unhealthy because it closed a natural outlet for aggression and self-gratification. When put in the right 'condition' the body discarded all the imposed mental garbage and went back to nature. Hadn't her own nakedly orgasming body reacted against her better judgement in two different occasions? The proof of all the theories she had read lay within herself, and now that she realized the theory of Comfort House, she was more than happy she had come. She was beginning to feel grateful that Fred had brought her along. How horrible to think she might have lived with all the past sexual hang-ups for the rest of her life and never have known the bliss of being
"liberated'!
"Rested?" Fred asked catching her by surprise.
"Yes. I feel recuperated," she said truthfully.
"Well now, in retrospective, how do you see Comfort House?"
"I was just mulling over that same point. I can't tell you how embarrassed I feel by the way I acted before. I was really so ignorant... I didn't understand what was going on, and so I didn't trust anyone ... not even you."
"That's quite all right. How do you see it now?"
"All I can say is I'm glad you brought me here. I wouldn't have known how much anxiety filled my mind, if you hadn't been thoughtful enough to bring me along." She smiled up at him warmly, "Thank you, a million times over."
"Don't mention it. I'm glad you feel that way." He sighed and looked around at the thinning crowd. "We might as well get going. Room no. 3 is ready and waiting for us. All these people are going unprepared, but one of my old friends gave me a hint: The doctors don't even bother to explain anything. It's the final stage of the treatment, and it's geared to guide the patient to complete emotional relief. In other words act as the spirit moves you."
"I get it. Well, lets go. I'm already intrigued."
Yes, sweetheart. Lets go! Fred thought to himself. And I hope you sure let go emotionally, because this baby here intends to go all the way as far as release is concerned. You sure had a licking-good pussy, soft and silky, but it wasn 't enough; no licking will ever be a good replacement for a good little fucking. Besides there's a lot of you I still have to touch and taste, that pair of tits for one, and those lips for another. Well, who would ever believe me if I told them that even before getting around to kissing this lovely chick I had sucked her pussy until she came right in my mouth? That's what's so beautiful about Comfort House, one can dispense with all the preliminaries and get right down to business. The doctors make sure to prepare their patients for our personal enjoyment. Well, I got my enjoyment, but fulfillment is still to come. But before I get my long hard prick in her tight little cunt, I want her to have a little taste of my own love-prod.
Fred Rodgers had a sardonic smile on his lips that Stella failed to notice. She could have never divined his thoughts, because her own mind was clean and she had a clear conscience. But what she could never imagine was the treatment that lay in store for her as she stepped past the double-glass door that Fred held open for her. They left along with the large group of people that had finished eating and walked towards the final of the three rooms of Comfort House - room no. 3.
As usual there was an orderly in attendance at the door, and their names were checked against a long list. To Stella's surprise, she found out that room no. 3 was in semi-darkness and as far as she could see it looked like an ordinary movie-projection room. Now, however, as her eyes became accustomed to the dimness, she noticed several details. The first was that there were no chairs, instead the room was furnished with the same type of couches she had seen previously in the swimming pool room. That's curious, she thought. Even more curious were the two sets of pedals or footrests that shot out of the sides of the comfortable looking couches. The other thing she noticed was that the screen hung over a real 'stage'. She wondered if the stage was used for live performances and guest speakers.
Fred had been given a number and he was searching for the couch with the corresponding numeral. At last he found it, and he guided the voluptuous young secretary to their fairly secluded corner of the room.
"Now let me show you how you are supposed to sit here," he said in a whisper.
He sat and, spreading his legs, placed one foot on each of the pedals and reclined his back comfortably against the backrest of the couch.
"And how am I supposed to sit?" Stella asked, not mentioning how strange the position was if they were just going to watch a movie. But by now she knew that methods at Comfort House were so unorthodox that none were to catch her by surprise again.
"The same way I'm sitting," Fred answered in the familiar whispering tone.
She didn't refute him. So she also sat astride on the couch, her legs spread, and resting on the same pedals as her employer's, with her back to Fred facing the movie screen. In that position she was inside his legs and forced to hunch her back; she was convinced that it was a very uncomfortable way to sit for any length of time. Just as the thought was racing through her mind, Fred took her by the shoulders and pulled her back against his chest. She stiffened at his unexpected touch.
"Relax. How long did you think you could hold on sitting the way you were? I am supposed to serve as your personal backrest," he said very close to her ear. "Just look around. Everybody is sitting the same way."
Stella's eyes roamed around the large room, and indeed everyone was sitting the same way: Astride on the couches with the men behind the women and the females resting against their partners' chests. Her muscles relaxed a little, and she realized that she was quite comfortable in this position. It was only the closeness of his face and his breath on her ear that disturbed her a little, but nothing she couldn't bear.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"Yes, I have to admit. But a rather unconventional way of sitting, don't you think?"
"The whole idea of Comfort House is unconventional, and all their methods are quite radical. Agree?"
"Yes, very true," she said.
Her eyes wandered around again and she noticed that now that the crowd had paired off there were really very few people. Thirty couples, perhaps not even that many. It was a good number for group therapy she thought.
This was the first time she had classified the treatment in her own mind. And the more she thought about it the clearer the reason for each of the step-treatments she had received. Now she was more determined than ever to let herself react 'naturally' and not fight or feel guilty about anything that went on. If the purpose of the room was total emotional release, that's exactly what she would do - let herself go freely.
Slowly the few lights in the room became dimmer and dimmer until the entire place was in total darkness, and the screen lit up. The title of the movie came on: "The Prisoner". It was in living color. Stella's eyes locked themselves on the picture, and she let her body relax against her boss' wide chest.
Fred didn't take his hands from her shoulders; he just let them rest there for the time being. He was growing more confident by the minute knowing that Stella was convinced of the treatment of Comfort House. Lewd obscene thoughts of the things he would do to her soft body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission, ran like a fast reel in his mind. Stella would know she had been fucked like never before in her life when he finished with her. Of that, he was sure.
On the screen appeared an Arab looking man. His complexion was dark and his hair slightly curly. He was wearing what seemed to be a military uniform with high leather boots, and he held a whip in his hand. Walking down the corridor he reached an office where a pretty young girl was sitting handcuffed between two grubby looking soldiers. As the officer entered the two soldiers stood at attention. It was obvious from their guilty looks and the girl's untidy dress-front that they had been doing other things besides keeping an eye on her. . .
Fred felt his trusting young secretary jump slightly from the sudden unexpected scene, but he held her tight, and dropped his hand lower to touch the tip of her breast.
The officer looked reprovingly at his two subordinates and ordered them to take the girl away by a motion of his whip. The two soldiers marched the terrified young girl out of the office and down a corridor, followed by the officer. The stern face of the man changed as he followed the girl sandwiched between the two sloppy soldiers. He was now smiling lewdly and not trying to conceal the pleasure it gave him to watch the girl's sensuous buttocks swaying before him. The two soldiers reached a cell, opened it and pushed the girl inside. She stumbled and would have fallen flat on her face had it not been for a bunk in the room that she managed to grab to keep her balance.
The officer pointed to a chair in the room and, nodding his head, ordered her to sit down. He took a packet out of his front pocket and opened it - the camera zoomed in for a close-up - it was a chunk of what seemed to be compressed powder or tiny fibers. He pushed it under her nose, and his lewd smile now became cruel as he made the motions of rolling a cigarette with the stuff and smoking it. He looked at her cruelly and his lip curled up scornfully; he was accusing her of either possesing the hashish or of peddling it.
The girl had a look of terror in her face and began to shake her head negatively denying the charges. Tears welled in her eyes and fell over the lovely white cheeks without restraint. The officer, instead of being moved by her breakdown, became incensed and struck her harshly across the face. Then as if that was not enough he ripped her dress front and the full, voluptuous breasts that had been held confined now came to view. They were beautiful and milky white, contrasting with the officer's dark and swarthy skin. He looked at them and, licking his lips lewdly before the girl, pushed the hashish under her nose again. She just lowered her face and shook her head negatively once more. Without another word the officer grabbed one of her fearfully quivering breasts and started massaging it.
The camera switched to the girl's face, showing the wide-eyed amazement in her expression. Then the officer came into view on the screen, and he grinned lewdly as he took a picture out of his pocket showing a woman smoking a cigarette on a bed while her body was being impaled by the huge cock of a Negro. Her eyes were tightly closed in rapture and the smoke came out of her nostrils. It was obvious now what the man was getting at - he was accusing the girl of using hashish and then prostituting herself while under the influence of the drug. The camera focused again on the picture and on the girl's breasts. The officer kept kneading one of her nipples as he showed her the obscene picture of the entranced woman with her legs spread-eagle being fucked by the strong, muscular Negro.
The officer now offered her a cigarette, but the girl refused it. The Arab laughed harshly and pinched her cruelly on the nipple, causing the young female captive to cry out in anguish. Once again the cigarette was offered, and this time she didn't refuse. He lit it for her and waited. She inhaled once, twice, three times and - as the camera remained focused on her face - a slow change could be seen coming over her. Her emotions changed gradually from one of fear and pain to one of mouthed excitement while the officer kept fingering her erect little nipples. The effect of the hashish on her was all too apparent: Her eyes slowly dilated and the unmistakable haze of passion clouded her eyes. She began breathing hard as the man's hand rocked her nipples back and forth, back and forth bringing their berry-like rubberiness into hardness. Her legs began to open and close repeatedly, and her breath came in sharper gasps until she was almost panting under the officer's brutal manipulations.
Stella held her breath as she watched the lewd scenes taking place on the screen. She had never in her life seen anything like it! It all looked so real and true to life that she couldn't believe her eyes. She felt her own body twitch in sympathy with the girl, but she also had to press her buttocks down onto the couch to cut off the slight tingle that had started in her belly and worked its way down slowly to that sensuously pulsating point up between her legs. Fred, also had become excited by the scene, and was now pressing his hand hard against the softness of Stella's breast. She made no move to resist. She could feel her tiny bud-like nipple harden under the flimsy material of her patient uniform, and knew that she would have to stop him before things got too much out of control. . . yet right now she didn't want to move. She wanted to wait until the delicious tingle between her legs subsided.
The officer seeing the results of his experiment confirmed, grabbed the drug-dazed girl by the arms and marched her over to the bunk where he made her rest on her elbows and lean forward.
Standing now behind her, he pressed the cigarette to her lips and she drew deeply without hesitation. She was beyond noticing it was more of the conscience-killing hashish. The officer moved closely behind the girl and pressed the length of his body against her back. His arms extended around her and began massaging and cupping her ripely dancing breasts in a teasing circular motion that caused the girl to squirm her buttocks back hard against his loins.
The camera zoomed in below the officer's waist, and the stiffness growing beneath his pants was very clear. His excited bulge began thrusting her dress into the crevice of her buttocks, causing the thin folds of bunched material to grate against her anus. In the meantime, the Arab officer's hands had not stopped working her hardened nipples until the girl began an involuntary swaying of her behind. The man took advantage of the girl's drug intoxicated mind and pushed forward with his pelvis sinking his covered shaft deeper into the split of her involuntarily contracting buttocks. The muscles of the girl's legs could be clearly seen - taut and hard as she reacted to the man's touch. Then suddenly she jerked as one of his hands left her breasts to trail a slow, teasing path down her soft, unresisting belly. The camera drew in close as his fingers slowly insinuated themselves under the tight elastic waistband of her panties. He played around for a moment on her triangle of pubic hair, and then his outstretched middle finger curled down into the moist slit up between her legs, the nail scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris sending it springing into quivering life. The camera zoomed in beneath her outspread legs from behind, and her tiny clitoris could be seen throbbing gently in the air. . .just above the visibly throbbing cuntal opening. . .
Stella hardly dared to breathe. She felt herself being lost to a loose bundle of raw nerve-ends that her mind could hardly control. She could not believe that what went on the screen could cause her body to get so worked up and hot, alighting once again the ail-too familiar flames of desire up between her legs. Fred had now pulled her so close to him that she could hardly move, and during the excitement of seeing the unprotected and throbbing clitoris of the young girl, she had allowed him to insert his hand down the "vee" of her neck and cup her nakedly throbbing breast. She could feel the small pin-pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the tiny nipples maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel the heat of his breath rush against her ear as he buried his wetly parted lips on her neck, bringing goosebumps all over her arms and legs. Suddenly his free hand twisted her head, and his lips locked moistly on her mouth. She struggled futively a moment to get loose, but the pressure of his hand and his lips were too much ...
"Don't fight it.. . they're looking," he breathed into her mouth.
She had forgotten all about the others as well as the orderlies and nurses and the object of the treatment. Suddenly aware again of the purpose of the room and of her own wantonness, she let herself go and thrust her tongue back sharply at her handsome employer as he sucked it deep into the warmth of his mouth. Yes, she had to free herself of all inhibitions and just 'react'. The sensually aroused young girl let him kiss her again with wild animal abandon and passion, and she was forced to squirm down hard into the seat again. She had to cooperate with the doctors ... it was for her own benefit... if it didn't get too out of hand. Fred was a gentleman, she reassured herself, after all he had been looking after her during the entire treatment explaining everything in detail. On top of that he had guided her out of awkward situations and convinced her that everything was all right. In short, he had prevented her from making a public fool out of herself.
Fred withdrew his lips from hers and looked back at the screen, letting go of her face.
"Jeeeeeesssssuuuuss! Look at that," he whispered in her ear letting his hand cup her nakedly quivering breast again.
The girl jerked slightly forward as the Arab officer's fingers curled further under her loins, parting the soft pink lips of her vagina to teasingly snake its way inside the elastic opening of her cunt. The massive rigidness of the officer's cock was now pressed deep in the sweat-moistened crevice between her buttocks, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. The girl ground eagerly back against it, imprisoned between it and the thrusting finger in her vagina.
Now the swarthy officer began a gentle rocking motion to which the girl's body responded in time, jerking back and forth against the outstretched finger so deeply embedded in her pussy. Her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of animal lust as her tongue crept out to lick her lips.
The camera came closer and the man's palm could be seen drenched with the girl's cuntal lubricants as the flow between her legs increased. Her buttocks waved in the air behind her as the man, with a calculating motion, lifted her dress above her hips, bunching it round her tiny waist. Now he drew her flimsy white nylon panties down over her sensuously rounded buttocks, leaving them to hang at her knees. Suddenly, the young female captive's face flushed, and her whole rear end was exposed to view swaying back in lewd invitation to any humiliation the Arab officer might want to inflict on it. The camera focused on his sarcastic smile as he inspected the warm whiteness of her buttocks and the dark split that separated the ass-cheeks while his hand moved automatically to his zipper. He held it in his hand and wagged it contemptuously at the kneeling young girl in front of him . . .
Stella stared at the huge organ. God! It was gigantic, she had never seen anything so large! He was going to split that girl in half. He was going to impale her. Christ! He was . . .but to her surprise ...
The Arab officer dropped to his knees behind the hungrily swaying buttocks and licked obscenely down the entire length of her sweating anal crevice, stopping abruptly to flick the tip of his tongue into her tightly puckered anus.
Stella could feel a sudden twitch up between her legs, and again pressed her buttocks against the couch to try and stop the maddening sensation. Suddenly there was a groan coming from the couch next to theirs. She wanted to look, but somehow didn't dare.
"That chick is sucking Randy," Fred whispered in her ear.
Unable to control her curiosity, the young blonde secretary turned her face and got a sudden clear view of the man to whom she had been introduced earlier, and of a girl's head bobbing up and down over his loins - her widely ovalled lips clasped in a tight circle around his huge thick cock. His rigid shaft of flesh stood hard and throbbing, and as the female noisily sucked, she buried her nose in the coarse pubic hair around the base of his penile trunk.
"Oh, God! Stella said shocked. "They are doing it right here, in public ..."
She had not expected this, right out in front of everyone. The incredible sight of Randy's penis disappearing into the girl's greedily sucking mouth was too much to bear. The sounds coming from them were also unreal... like a recording.. . wet, obscene sucking noises punctuated by tiny mewls and groans of totally absorbed pleasure. To her dismay she realized that they were not the only couple whose noises she could hear. Then she realized that everybody, overcome by the ravishment the helpless young girl on the screen, had begun to suck, nibble and caress in the first stages of intercourse. Stella let her head fall dejectedly onto Fred's shoulder to try and shut the sounds away, but it did not help. The lewd noises were everywhere, coming at her from all sides. For a second she thought of leaving, and she made a movement with her legs kicking them to one side.
"We can't... we can't leave in the middle of the group therapy," Fred said catching her impulse right in the air. "Come relax. We've got to make it look good."
Yes, yes, of course, she thought. And she turned her face back to the screen, hoping it would drive the groans of pleasure she kept hearing away from her ears . ..
The girl's mouth gaped open in surprised delight as the Arab kept licking between her lewdly grinding buttocks; he was obviously teasing her to the point of driving her out of her mind. She quivered back against the maddening tongue, screwing her buttocks in eager little circles around and around, almost delirious now from the oral rape of her helpless loins.
The camera zoomed in once more and caught the officer as he slightered his long searching tongue up the moist crevice again, over her spine and up to her back until his progress was stopped by the flimsy bunched up dress around the girl's narrow waist. Then the swarthy officer stood up and slid the lust-swollen head of his penis into the wet slit up between her widespread thighs. Her buttocks involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the rubbery tipped cock pressing into her from behind, but the relentless shaft of hardened flesh followed her. Her head was pressed sideways onto the bunk - she had nowhere else to go - she was trapped between the bunk and the searching penis behind her. His hands moved around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly and his fingers dug harshly into the soft white flesh. He pushed in but the cock slipped away from the entrance. Again he tried, and missed! In desperation the girl reached back between her legs and closed her hand over the officer's eagerly pulsating penis, and the camera caught a glimpse of the girl's surprised countenance as she felt for the first time the immensity of the organ that was going to embed itself in her completely defenseless cunt. But her lust was beyond control, and she placed the blunt, throbbing head against the little elastic opening of her vagina. ..
Another deep animal-like groan erupted beside Stella, diverting her attention from the screen.
Randy's partner had lowered the shorts of her uniform and crawled up over his body. She was straddling him, the rounded cheeks of her ass posed directly over the visibly throbbing hardness of his long cock. Even as Stella watched in shock, the woman reached back underneath her body with.her hand and guided his penis up against her vaginal lips. Stella held her breath as she saw the red, bulbous head of his penis make contact with the moist flanges of the female's cunt. Randy's partner moved it up and down in her wetly glistening slit for a moment, parting her soft pubic hair with the lust-swollen tip and then with a slight groan, ground her buttocks hard down on it.
Stella watched hypnotized as Randy's thick throbbing cock slowly disappeared up into the clasping pink opening of the girl's cunt, making a wet sucking noise as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until all that Stella could see was a small portion of the base of his cock protruding from the tightly clasped lips surrounding it. The blonde secretary watched in a growing erotic stupor as the other woman began a slow grinding up and down movement, with her nakedly full buttocks rising in. the air above Randy until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her flesh. Then with a groan each time she made the move, the girl dropped heavily back down on him, impaling her cunt completely with each long, smooth stroke.
Stella turned her head away again, a tight feeling of discomfort and unease digging deep in her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like to watch two people making love "live." It affected her in a way she had never dreamed: Instead of repulsing her, a strange light quivering was stirring up between her thighs. Even with her face turned away from Randy and his girl, the sight of his cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist softness of the girl's vagina, raced through her mind. It was impossible to blot out the lewdly exciting picture. To make it worse, their soft moans of pleasure and the wet sucking noises of fucking, kept drifting across to her ears, magnifying the obscene image a thousand times.
Fred, too, had lifted his eyes from the screen and had been watching the salacious spectacle beside him. His hand ground harder into his trembling secretary's breast and gave her a sudden pinch on the soft rubbery nipple which sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of Stella's spine pressed against her employer's chest. She uttered a low, helpless groan into his ear, but quickly he choked it off by wetly clamping his lips down over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing her excited young body to squirm again into the seat in an attempt to slow down the flowing tide of passion washing over her.
"She's really letting Randy have it," he breathed into her mouth. "Did you watch them?"
"Ye ... ees," she mumbled back.
Then she felt him grind his pelvis tightly into the top of her buttocks and slide his hands down to the ripely curving contours of her hips.
"We can't... we can't..." she whimpered as low as possible so not to attract attention from the others. But her body refused to fight even as Fred began to massage the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind.
As he ground against her she could feel the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her. Her hotly hungering pussy was becoming wet and slippery from the mounting desire in her loins, and the knowledge of his sexual arousal behind her intensified the uncontrollable need rippling through her loins. The beautiful young blonde tried to keep her mind from the reality of the situation, but the fingers nipping teasingly against her nipple and the hardness of his penis grinding into her buttocks brought further moans of submission to her lips.
"Christ, look at the screen!" Fred said without taking his hands away from her body. And Stella's eyes glued themselves again to the happening on the movie ...
The Arab officer had begun a slow prodding with his abnormally large penis against the female prisoner's set open cuntal lips, parting them and forcing his way inside the tight restricting ring of flesh that jealousy guarded the entrance to her secret passage. The girl's face contorted in pain as the tender lips of her pussy were stretched far beyond normal capacity. Then like a train at full speed racing through a tunnel the man's long thick cock slithered into her hotly throbbing cuntal passage. The heavy weight of his body crashed hard against the girl's naked buttocks, pushing her face cruelly against the bunk-bed. She tightly clenched her teeth in obvious pain for the great penis had penetrated like a drill tunneling deep into her belly until it was skewered up to the hilt. She was the hopeless prisoner of the huge impaling rod behind her, and her mouth opened and closed in what appeared to be shrieks of torment. Behind the kneeling girl, the Arab could be seen gasping and panting with delight as he began to fuck rhythmically in and out of the hat confines of her painfully stretched cunt. Gradually the expression on the drugged young girl's face began to change, and a smile of pleasure rose on her lips. She began to undulate her hips and buttocks in lascivious circles, obviously relishing each stroke of the long thick cock fucking into her pussy from behind. . .
Suddenly Stella was rocked by the electrifying shock of having Fred's fingers come into contact with the bare skin of her thighs below his uniform. Waves of emotion rippled across her spine and along her legs as she felt his outstretched middle finger slowly worming under the shorts of her uniform. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip of a finger found the wetly throbbing slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the pussy hair, making sudden delicious contact with the pulsating head of her clitoris. She knew she was wet and slippery down there from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being, and she sucked in her breath to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. She couldn't run away . .. because her body was once again enjoying the caresses on her excitedly quivering breasts and vagina. Her hips gradually began squirming in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his finger stroking in and around her sensitive cuntal flesh. God! She was hot, hotter than she had been before, and excited almost to intoxication by a lewd combination of the obscene movie, the couple so noisily fucking beside them, and now Fred's teasing finger bringing rippling waves of need surging Upward from her tight young cunt. She could hardly control herself any more, and worse, she didn't want to control herself. Fred, sensing her last resistance begin to give under his gentle vaginal caresses, didn't wait one more minute . . .
He turned her lushly ripened body over so that she faced him, pushing her thighs and hips sideways until her head was placed directly above the zipper of his uniform. Stella stared in hypnotic fascination as Fred's hand lowered the zipper, opened his fly, and with one swift movement jerked his massively stiffened cock out into the open. It was only inches from her lips, and she could see the lust-swollen head pulsating, like the Arab's great penis in the dirty movie ... her eyes were mesmerized as she scrutinized his virile hardness and, unaccountably, her mouth began to salivate. A glow of passion flamed through her, and she could feel the excitement of the film still clinging like wild fire to her belly. She stared with fascination at his penis, unable to move her head away from it.
"Put it in your mouth, honey," she heard Fred's voice say in a low moan.
She heaved a deep sigh that said more than a million words put together. It told of her wildly burning pussy, of the ache and want that had been running over her sensually hungering body and the awakened waves of desire that beat like a tom-tom in her erect little nipples. It had all started with the movie and intensified under Fred's expert caressing, and now she was no more than a quivering mass of helpless lust. Her sigh said that and much more. But her eyes were still glued to the excitedly pulsating shaft, and unconsciously she studied the foreskin and its thickness: The lubricating fluid showing at the head had begun to seep and was glistening like a tiny seed pearl on its purple tip. Trembling, her fingers reached out and stroked the uncircumsized foreskin down its full length, then pushed it up again to cover the blood-engorged head.
"Damn!" she heard Fred curse and her fingers abruptly tightened around his cock in answer to his lust... and hers ... then without thinking or questioning, or fighting. .. but of her own willing weakness and hunger, she lowered her head, ovalled her wetly parted lips and kissed his cock-head.
"God! Stella ... do it, sweetheart," she heard him say in a soft commanding voice.
Without closing her eyes, guided only by the licking flames in her wetly throbbing cunt, she opened her mouth and slid her lips slowly down its thickly heated shaft. Her tongue swirled around the cock-head as she took more and more of his massive hardness into her mouth. For the first time she tasted the pungent tang of his loins. Again she slid her widely ovalled mouth down, absorbing his hotly pulsating cock into her warm wet cavern, her lips clasping tightly to the shaft, her tongue commencing to work beneath the sensitive head, and her lovely cheeks hollowing and expanding as she began sucking with a genuine hunger.
"That's it. Oh, shit, yes, that's it. Now use you tongue on the head ..." Fred said almost in a pleading tone. He could hardly control the pleasure he was feeling and his voice showed the strain he was under.
"Aaaagh! Yes, yes," he moaned opened as he felt Stella's moistly teasing tongue run over and over the little slit at the top of his sensitive cock-head. Her warm wet mouth sent jolt after jolt of passion and pleasure up and down his body.
"Yes, yes, suck it. Suck it now. Suck it!" he said, his voice rising in desperation.
Stella's blood was boiling with the heat her shamelessly aroused body felt and at the renewed sensation of Fred's hands on her sensitively quivering breasts. The taste of his cock and the feel of his virilely heated shaft of hard flesh pulsating in her mouth was almost driving her insane! Fred had slipped his hands under her uniform and had begun a heavy kneading massage of her soft mounds, squeezing and pinching her berry-like nipples. She thought she could stand it no longer as her mouth slipped over the thick rubbery head of her employer's penis, her tightly compressed lips and teeth nibbling at its long hot length. She was trembling uncontrollably from the pounding desire that was inundating her cunt with warm lubricant. The beautiful blonde secretary finally groaned loudly in lewd delight as the burning sensation in her pussy and the thick pistoning cock in her mouth combined in a mind-shattering explosion of lust that wracked her young body.
"Oh, Christ! That feels so good!" Fred's voice came on strong again as the sex-crazed girl began to gluttonously swallow and nibble his entire shaft. He could see her face easily as her head bobbed rapidly up and down, and a smile of satisfaction came on his lips .. . sweet Stella was really digging his cock and liking it. He knew and had always known it would end this way, but he wanted something even better. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her. It was the only way to repay all those months of cruel waiting in the office while she paraded her milky-white ass before him. He had always sensed that under that efficient secretarial manner there lay a hot little bitch. And now she was proving, to his delight, all his predictions. There was no doubt she loved cock; Christ! She was devouring his! He felt his spine ripple again as her tightly clasping lips began a side to side movement on his penis, bringing a whole new series of lewd sensations to his sensitive flesh. He could feel her hotly moistened mouth and her tongue swirling around the crown... it was almost almost too much.
The sight of her obscenely hungry action excited him even more than the film. He peered down at his hard maleness fucking in and out of her widely ovalled mouth. He watched fascinated how his wetly glistening cock slid in and out as her compressed lips bit in against the thick shaft. And how her lips flowered out on the up stroke until their pink ridges pouted like a little girl's only to disappear back in her mouth again as she buried the entirety of his penis down her throat.
Stella could feel his throbbing vibrations quicken, and in reaction her own heat began to build faster and faster. He was about to cum!
She dug the tips of her teeth into his hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white furrows where they scraped the skin. Her tongue lashed out in increasing fury, swirling around the glans until Fred felt for a second as if the top would explode. She bobbed her head faster and faster, bloating her cheeks with the full extent of his cock, feeling it lashing the very back of her throat. For a minute he thought she would gag on his cock as the tip suddenly battered her larynx, but she kept on in frenzied abandon.
The frantically sucking young blonde felt her body and her mind gone all together out of control. Her mouth and lips could feel the short wiry curls of her employer's pubic hair every time she swallowed the lengthy shaft. She didn't gag, even though she rammed it to the back of her tongue. She sucked insatiably now at the thick column of hard flesh in her mouth, her cheeks concaving with every thrust. It was the first time she had ever tasted any man's cock other than her finance's and she explored it hungrily with her tongue. She wanted his penis to shoot its warm flood of sperm into her mouth. God! She wanted to swallow it, and feel it pouring down her throat...
She kept on battering in wild abandon until almost out of her mind, she reached down between her legs and with her left hand began rapidly stroking her passion-drenched pussy. She parted her hotly throbbing vaginal lips - thoroughly wet from the lust running rampant in her body - and fingered her rising clitoris until it was as rigid as Fred's penis. Then in desperation at her own desire she dipped a finger, then two, into a clasping, feverish cunt. It felt. .. soooo goood!
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned unable to control herself any longer.
Fred heard her groan and watched her hand as it disappeared up between her thighs. He smiled ... it would be soon now, he thought. She would beg him to fuck her because she was getting too hot for her pants and for her fingers. She needed a cock that could fill her hungry little cunt, and make her scream with rapture. He heard her moan wildly. Stella's pussy needed to be devoured, consumed by a fiery shaft of hot flesh. She needed to feel a cock ramming up into her belly, and it would be only a second or so longer before she . . .
"God! I need you inside," she finally gasped almost incoherently with her mouth still full of cock. "Fuck me, Fred, please. Oh God, fuck me!"
"Yes baby .. . I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before ..." he said in a coarse guttural voice that did not sound like his own. He raised his right arm and an orderly came to him. As if in understood agreement, Fred helped Stella to scramble up to her feet and they were both guided out to a side door.