Ron felt nothing but the pleasure her wonderful pussy-hole was giving to his cock as the silky walls rippled lovingly over the head and entire length of the shaft. He could hear nothing but her cries of passion and joy, and it crossed his mind that if anyone happened to be passing by they would surely hear her moans and stop to investigate, and that if Herb found out about this Cherie would be in real trouble. And never mind that, what would happen if he made her pregnant! But her clutching, wet cunt had robbed him of all discretion or control. He had to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until he came, until he could explode inside her and flood her feminine channel with his sperm to nullify the seed Herb had already bathed the insides with on so many occasions.
Cleophas watched her happily fucking away, her round asscheeks rolling back and forth on the counter to dip the swollen red bud of her clitoris down against Ron's cock as it withdrew, then up to open her crotch to him as he plunged forward again and again. The black man pushed the door open a little wider so that he could see better and just at that moment Cherie's face, flushed rosy with arousal, turned toward him.
The girl's gaze fell on Cleophas' dark face and locked with his dark, lustful brown eyes. She froze, her eyes widening. Oh, no! her mind screamed with alarm. Cleophas is there, watching. He can see us, see Ron's hard thing slipping up into my vagina! She tried to still her body, tried to force herself to twist away and cover herself, but Ron's penis tunnelled into her cunt again, and yet again, on and on and on until her gaze wavered and went misty. For now her world was trapped in her quaking loins as her young lover pounded his excited, hard cock into her at a steady rhythm.
Suddenly, Cherie cried out as she felt her climax lance through her like spears and her eyes swung once again to Cleophas' attentive face, consciously locking with his. Her body arched forward and her thighs squeezed Ron's hips as she began to come in spastic jerks, her tight, hot vagina clamping down on his rigidly fucking cock, her secretions flooding into her vibrating channel of love to bathe that ramming shaft. The eyes of the watcher widened as Ron's penis swelled and began to throb, his balls jerking in the cleft of her ass as the thick, creamy gift of his semen poured out the end of his shaft and into Cherie's gratefully receiving cunthole. She gave a loud sob and clung to him with arms and legs as he emptied his sperm into her quaking, spasming pussy. Hot juices gushed out of her slit against his belly and she pressed her mouth to his ear.
"Give it to me, Ron darling," she crooned, her eyes locking with those of Cleophas once again, just for a moment. "Give it all to me."
And he did exactly that. He thought that he would never stop coming and Cherie thought his ejaculation would never end, would fill her until it burst from her mouth and ran down her chin. It coated her inner vaginal surfaces and dribbled out and down the crease of her bottom beneath where the penis lay deep inside her. Ron continued to jerk wildly against her and inside her, his cock spitting its creamy offering in great globs until his climaxing testicles stopped banging into the cleft of her ass and he held the throbbing shaft planted deeply while the last drops of sperm oozed into her and his heartbeat slowed.
Cherie clung to Ron in desperate love, kissing his neck, her arms and legs locked around him while his penis shrunk slowly, retreating down her love-channel until it popped from the loving, wet grip of her well-fucked cunt. Slowly, they began to relax, Cherie's legs moving lower until her toes touched the floor. Ron drew back and looked into the dilated pupils of her eyes. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and her pink nipples were hard and red. She smiled shyly and turned to pick up her bra and rearrange her clothing. With a shiver of embarrassment, she darted her hand downward to scoop up a large glop of sperm that had leaked from her satiated vagina and run down the inside of her right thigh.
Ron pulled up his pants. "We'd better get back before someone sees us," he whispered. "We don't need anyone to talk."
"No, we don't," Cherie said quietly. She paused and her eyes darted over to the crack in the door where she had seen, much to her horror, Cleophas watching them in the grip of their driving lust. Was he still there? Why was he watching? Would he tell Herb Melville what he had seen? And if he told, what would the big man do? Would he fire her? Would he still want to make love to her himself? These were all questions that she felt would be answered in time.
Meanwhile, she felt like a slut. Four days ago she had arrived at the house a virgin. Now, she had already had sex several times, and with two different men, and in very strange positions and locations. Had she become a slave to the demands of her body; was she just born that way and had her experiences here unleashed that animal instinct? She wondered if she could control herself?
And what would she do when Herb next approached her with his desires? Would she push him away and deny him the pleasure he had come to expect from her, remembering that she was in love with Ron and that she wanted no other man now? Or would she yield to the big man and give him her body once again, and then again, in spite of the danger of becoming pregnant and in spite of her love for Ron? In that case, would she lie still and endure his penis between her legs, or would she become aroused as before and lose herself in his wild and fulfilling lovemaking?
Cherie glanced again at the door and saw that Cleophas was no longer there. Of course he did not want Ron to know that he had been watching them. So she would be alone with her embarrassment and her fear of what the black man might do. She had often seen him watching her with apparent interest of some sort, but interest in what she did not know. He was making love to Diane nightly, so she doubted that he was interested in her sexually. The thought of his desiring her gave her a frisson of fear and revulsion, for she had no desire to be touched by a black man. Yes, she had admired his muscular body when he had seen her by the pool with Diane, his frame well over six feet tall, with bulging and rounded muscles, great, powerful legs and buttocks, and rippling back sinews. But she had always been taught that the mixing of the races was wrong and the idea of having a baby that was half-black seemed to her the nadir of degradation. Of course, that was Diane's problem, for Cherie would not go near him, ever.
So what was it that made him watch her so closely and with such great interest as they all sat around the conference table working? Did he know that she had been watching him and Diane making love in the open the first two nights of her stay here? If so, she thought she must die of the shame. To be known as a voyeur on top of being the sex toy of the boss was far more than she could bear. She was almost certain that everyone knew that Herb was coming to her at night in her room, for Ron's discreet and secret approach to her today showed a distinct desire to keep any liaison between himself and Cherie from being known to the boss.
Cherie just didn't know what to think, of Herb, Ron, or Cleophas. She made up her mind not to try to think about it and save herself the anxiety. In just five more days they would be returning to the city and life would regain its normal rhythm, without the intrigues associated with this big, beautiful, hedonistic house in the mountains.
Looking up at Ron, she asked, "Will I see you again?"