Ron carefully manoeuvred her around and lifted her up and set her bare bottom on the edge of the counter, moving in between her thighs, lifting them up so he could have access to her secret orifices. His mouth fully on hers, he moved his thumb to her cuntal opening and his middle finger to the tight, pink pucker of her anus, pushing in until his two digits slid back and forth inside her, parallel to each other and almost touching through the delicate, thin walls of her dual passages.
Cherie cried out in uncontrollable excitement, lifting her thighs high and wide as he plundered her most private channels of pleasure. Her mind screamed that she was behaving sluttishly, and that she was inviting the wrath of her boss, but as Ron finger-fucked her, she jacked her knees slowly up and down, her feet slowly waving in the air behind him. The young man kissed her deeply, trying to muffle her cries with his mouth, still afraid that they might be discovered and bring Herb's anger down on her head and resentment down on his own, but he was enjoying this fulfillment of his dreams so much that he could not bring himself to back off and desist.
Cleophas Powell heard the sound as he was returning to the conference room for some papers he had left there. He was in a hurry to get back to Diane for some lunch-time sex, and he used the heel of his hand to shift his elephantine cock to a more comfortable position when it began to swell when thoughts of Diane's lovely body dominated his mind.
There it was again. The sound, like a young woman in pain. But his experience in this house was that no woman was in pain, ever, and he instantly recognized the tones of Cherie's soft, sweet voice raised in ecstasy. His first thought was that it was she and Herb Melville again, making use of a new and exciting place to have sex, and the admiration that he had felt for the girl's beauty on the other occasion when he had seen her naked in Herb's arms led him to turn aside at the linen closet and peek through the crack in the door.
It was always a pleasant surprise to take the first look in on a couple locked in the throes of passion, and this was no exception. Had it been Diane herself that he now discovered with another man, Cleophas would not have been disgusted, only surprised. Now he found the sight of the lovely Cherie, brought to the boiling point, a pleasant and startling novelty. She was writhing in uncontrolled ecstasy, her sweet face contorted and flushed with excitement; she was not acting the shy and compliant sex partner that she had with her older lover in the library the day before. Her blouse and skirt were bunched around her waist, her bra and panties lying on the floor. Her big, delicious breasts jiggled with the shivering motions of her shoulders as she jerked at the touch of fingers and tongue. Her eyes were half-open but unseeing and her golden hair flowed back over her bare shoulders. Her knees and thighs were lifted and widely parted, exposing the split of her crotch running all the way from the butter-coloured down of her pubis to the smooth, hairless meridian of her perineum and the defenseless dimple of her asshole beneath that.
It was the identity of the man who had three of his fingers sunk in her cunt-hole that surprised Cleophas. It was Ron Wolter! He was letting his lust get the better of him when everyone knew that Herb had spoken for the girl, body and soul. It was a revelation for Cleophas, and he swore with envy, for he had desired the beautiful Cherie but had stayed clear of her out of respect for Herb. To think that all this time, while he had burned to enjoy the young secretary's body, he had kept himself in check, thinking that she would not care to share herself with other men and was keeping herself for the boss exclusively. Now he knew that that was a misunderstanding on his part. Obviously, she was making the most of all the men in the house this week.
So why had she not given him an invitation? There was no reason or excuse for holding herself back from the best cock in California.
Now Cleophas watched mesmerized as Ron unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor and his throbbing hard prick sprang forth. Then, taking that angry-looking red cock in his hand, he directed it toward the girl's vermillion cunt-slit, drawing his three glistening fingers from that wet raw-looking opening.
Cherie began shaking her head weakly, looking down at the penis that now threatened to destroy her by destroying her relationship with Herb. A few days before she would have been terrified of the sight of a man's penis, repulsed by the ugly sight of it, but now in her sexually-awakened state she thought she had never seen anything so beautiful or that she wanted so much. Because it was Ron's she wanted to possess it, feel it inside her, but still she was terrified of what sex with him would mean for her. She would be lover to two men, and only dirty women had more than one lover in their lives or – heaven forbid – at one time.
"No, no, you mustn't," she moaned, the muscles of her inner thighs quivering with arousal. "Please, don't do it to me."
But Ron wasn't listening. With unerring accuracy his cockhead pushed against that throbbing opening and then popped inside. Cherie's voice rose as Ron eased his penis, at first slowly, deep into her hungry, tight vagina, groaning with delight as he felt the caress of her delicate cuntal walls. Then, levering up on the balls of his feet, he gave a firm push and slid his shaft deep into her ravenous, fear-tightened vagina.
Cherie and Ron crooned in each other's ears as he immediately initiated his deep fucking motions up between her parted white thighs. His normal-sized penis, though not as large as Herb's was, big enough to provide Cherie with the deep, intimate caress she craved from this man she had adored from afar. With each strong thrust of his hips, his cock sluiced in in a wet rush, his heavy balls swinging into the sensitive cup of her anus below with a tiny plop that Cleophas could hear.
The girl's head spun with the romance of it all, the dream come true of making love, real love, to such an oh-so-handsome man. Her months of dreaming about this man that she had seen walking in and out of the doors of power at the Intercorp Trading Company had now become a reality, and suddenly the sex act didn't seem so wrong anymore. Yes, they were doing it in the linen closet on the sly, but she felt a pure emotional attraction to this wonderful, beautiful, young gentleman. This was real love she felt in her heart and she now felt a real regret that she had allowed Herb to seduce her and take what she would much rather have given lovingly to Ron Wolter. She hated herself for letting her lust get the better of her and though she couldn't deny the feelings the older man had aroused in her and the fulfillment he had given her, she felt now that she only wanted Ron to do this to her for the rest of her life. She had never felt this way before, felt as if she had never made love before in her life, and these romantic feelings of deep love served to make her incredibly exciting and pleasureful experiences with Herb seem minor indeed.
Ron established a rhythm with his loving fuck-strokes and Cherie sighed, opening herself wide to give him access to deeper parts of her beyond which Herb's cock had already reached and plundered. She felt his heavy balls caressing the inner curves of her wide-spread buttocks as his penis reached the apex of each thrust. She felt that her womb opened wide to engulf his swollen cock-head as it pushed in pleasurably against her tender cervix. In. And out. And in and out and in again.
Cleophas, watching from the hall, rubbed his hungry cock through his pants. Damn, but he wanted to fuck this hot little bitch. He had never seen such a beautiful girl, and she had acted the perfect lady on her arrival at the house and always after, but now he could see that she liked sex as much as any woman and a lot more than most. The sight of her pink pussy clutching the hard length of Ron's unimposing cock filled him with envy and lust. Her shapely legs were bent at the knees and her painted toes were pointing at the wall behind her grunting lover. Her big breasts were squeezed between her upper arms as her fingers were hooked around his waist, her nails scoring the flesh of his lower back. Her full, baby-doll lips were parted, opening wider and then narrowing with each panting breath she took when his penis plowed into the raw hole of her vagina, spreading the delicate, furry labia outward. Each stroke made a wet slurping sound and Cleophas could see a small stream of her lubricating juices running over her exposed, pink anus to puddle on the edge of the counter on which she was perched.