Ron Wolter, fucking slowly into Sue's pussy, could see everything himself. He could see Melville's lapping tongue and the girl's bubbling, steaming cunt opened and welcoming. He saw Melville remove a hand from one of Cherie's thighs and unbutton the front of his pyjama-top and shrug it off his white, chunky shoulders. Then the hand pushed down the elastic waistband of the bottom part and his massive penis began to rise from the thick and hairy bush. Ron had had no idea Herb's cock was so huge. Though not as big as Cleophas' elephantine tool, it was a good eight inches long and just about as thick. The uncircumcised head was a throbbing purple thing shaped like a mushroom, and the eye was dripping with a long string of its own lubricant. Melville's hand encircled it and began to pump it slowly, bringing it to a greater hardness while Cherie, her eyes half closed with erotic bliss, was oblivious to the giant penis that would soon be presented to her. Her hips jerked spasmodically, pushing the sweaty cleft of her ass back against Melville's worshipping face and she gave a breathy little whimper of amazed joy with each lick he gave her.
Herb was squeezing his cock hard so that it was red with urgency and the head was so purple it seemed it would explode. Ron rolled Sue over and pulled her to her hands and knees, getting ready to shaft her dog-style. He saw Herb rise from his knees and, his face wet with Cherie's juicy offerings, wipe the secretions from his mouth and cheeks. With soft eyes, Cherie looked back over her shoulder at the fifty-year-old man who kneeled on the sofa behind her. He eased her slowly out of her negligee, leaving the both of them equally naked, and ran his hands over her bare back to her shoulders and down again to her ass cheeks, stroking over and between them and down to her puffy labia which he tenderly parted with his thumbs.
Cherie was frozen with desire, fear, and questioning. Here she was, burning with half-fulfilled sensuality, as naked as on the day of her birth and knowing not why, with her equally naked boss behind her as she kneeled in a revealing and subservient position. How had she allowed herself to be put in this position, this situation? I'm a good girl, I have been all my life, and now here I am, stripped of my clothes, my dignity, and my resistance. She had let herself be cajoled and seduced to follow Herb Melville into this voyeuristic and self-indulgent scene. It was her own fault, she knew, and it was all wrong, but her body wanted more. He had left her just shy of her climax for the second time tonight, and now he was stopping, just looking down on her bare, uplifted, wide-open derriere. What was he doing? What was he going to do?
She felt his fingers carefully parting the sacred lips of her vagina, felt a soft, broad round something stretching her. What was he doing, and what was that that was stretching her open where before it had only been two fingertips? She stopped herself from asking him why he had left off from what he was doing and deprived her of the pleasure he had been offering her. She gave her hips a wanton shake as she looked down on Diane and Cleophas.
Diane had pulled her leg back over the black man, who rose and positioned himself behind her as she held her position on all fours. She watched as Cleophas took the huge, black shaft in his strong hand and directed the tip at Diane's wet and opened cunt. Then he pushed forward and the amazing instrument disappeared from sight into the girl's pussy. Cleophas began fucking her with the same strong and expert moves he had used before, and it was then that Cherie finally understood what was going on, what Herb was doing. She had had no idea that people could do it that way but now she was seeing it and she understood. Human sex organs were quite well placed for that kind of animal-style mating and she could see how really well it all worked.
"Oh, wait!" Cherie cried as she felt her tiny, unused cuntal opening stretching. "I can't do that," she said, trying to squirm away.
Herb smiled and held her firmly in place. He had the tip just centered over the tiny, teardrop-shaped hole, her labia spread on either side of the angry-looking corona. "But you can, Cherie. You can and you will. You do really want to feel good tonight, don't you?"
Cherie, trembling from her broad shoulders to her smooth, naked thighs, looked into his eyes and a tear slid down one cheek.
"Don't you?"
Cherie saw him, her all-powerful boss, poised and waiting for an answer. "Yes," she said in a tiny voice, with a slight nod, thinking of her sick mother at home. Yes, the answer you always gave to the boss.
Herb increased the pressure and Cherie suddenly felt the need to help him, to have done with all the evasion and dishonesty to herself. The painful prod he was giving her tender vagina she answered with a reciprocal push back with her hips. The penis wanted to be inside her, and her vagina seemed to want it there, but there was something in the way, something which she knew had to be breached. It seemed unyielding, tough, that hymen, and yet she helped Herb with each painful push.
Herb looked down and found his cockhead but half sheathed, her asshole spasmodically winking up at him as she countered each of his questing thrusts. Her face wore an urgent, pained expression as she worked with him to sunder her stubborn membrane. She gave a tiny, gentle grunt with each effort and he knew that her mind had given up in its resistance to her body's demands. Whether or not he was the man of her dreams was unimportant; at the present, her pussy hungered for a male presence and it was his cock that was available.
Ron Wolter stared in fascination at the lewd tableau being staged in the well-lit room just a few feet away. The girl's body, arms and legs, shook with the strain and the need. Her face was frozen into a mask of discomfort as her boss' giant cockhead hammered at the door of her virginity. Ron knew he should come to the girl's rescue, crash into the room and throw Melville from the window, save the girl from her own passions before she was fucked by the older man, seduced and corrupted to a common level.
Yes, he should toss Sue aside and crash into that bedroom, maybe leap the gap between the windows, throw Cherie over his shoulder and run away with her to safety. All those things.
And then suddenly Herb gave an audible sigh and his eyes crossed with pleasure. Cherie's eyes turned upward in her head and her pained expression gave way to one of relief and contentment and she sighed as well, in a higher voice, as her hymen tore, alleviating the pressure and leaving the way clear for Melville's penis, which slipped forward, between the tight, silken walls of her vagina, half its length, and the flaring, swollen cockhead was pushed up inside her further than anything had ever gone before.
It's too late! Ron thought and plunged his cock into Sue from behind. Too late to save her from her confused passions and the defilement of Melville's great cock. Ron retreated into the pleasurable fucking of the Japanese girl's cunt, transferring himself and the feelings in his prick to a dream position behind the lovely, no-longer-virginal Cherie's upturned asscheeks. Fuck her, Ron chanted to himself. Fuck the pink-pussied little bitch.
Melville grit his teeth and held his throbbing penis still, fighting against instantly coming in the delicate and incredibly tight vagina contracting rhythmically in fear and desire around his half-buried shaft. This was heaven, he thought, enjoying the view of the blonde submissively crouched before him, seeing her rosy-cheeked profile with that expression of relief and arousal, her smoky eyes, half-closed looking up at him with expectation, of exactly what she had no idea.
Cherie could feel her body glowing warmly, with the heat centered in her womb and in the core of her just-entered vagina as Melville's huge penis pushed between the untouched, soft walls of her love channel. She felt relieved now of the pain of her hymen and the restraint that had dictated her every action in her past life. Now she had Herb's cockmeat filling her tender belly, and she felt free, free to pursue the joy and pleasure her healthy body craved but from which she had always retreated out of personal restraint. She remembered the fear that had kept her in her life past from getting close enough to any young man to do this, this thing she was doing now with this older man who was her boss. Of course, she had been attracted to him in her naive and feminine way, to this man who held power over her and so many others' lives. She saw him now, poised over her vulnerable, trembling bottom, his craggy cheeks flushed, his hawkish nose flaring with arousal, and the thick, pulsing shaft of his penis vanishing into the cleft of her underside. She panted with a desperation she had never known before. Now what was he going to do to her? Glancing down at Diane and Cleophas, she had her answer. The large and muscular black man was fucking his huge ebony cock smoothly into Diane's pussy in long, measured strokes.