"Oh, my!" Cherie said, feeling Herb's shaft throb inside her, the cockhead like a hard knot several inches up in her belly. Herb was going to do it to her, have intercourse with her, right here on the couch, thrusting his cock in and out of her sweet, innocent vagina, in this strange, submissive position just as the two lovers were doing down below. Her first time, with her boss, and somehow she knew it would not be her last. She felt exposed and widely-stretched, but there was nothing unpleasant about it and she felt so warm all over, menaced and protected at the same time, by the same man.
And then Herb began fucking her, very carefully, in and out. A bit deeper with each gentle stroke, wetly in and out, until the entire great length of his cock was entering her each time and her downy labial hair brushed his scrotum and the base of the hard stalk. That swollen, soft head of his penis was prodding her cervix, pushing it back, with every deep probe, and against her will, her womb flowered open to receive him.
Fucking Sue, Ron Wolter watched the debasement of the darling girl, watched her face relax and her body soften in submission. The trembling of her arms stopped and her hips rose up behind her in acceptance, making inexperienced but instinctual movements like those of any wanton female mounted from behind.
"That's right, Cherie," Herb groaned his encouragement, guiding her hips into the proper rhythm and motion. "That's a good girl. How does that feel?" he asked, sliding in deeply so that his balls swung in a pendulous arc between her legs, beneath the split, furry lips of her pink-rimmed cunt.
Cherie closed her eyes and pushed back a bit harder with her ass. How does it feel? she asked herself. Her breasts thumped against the back of her upper arms as she pushed back harder again, feeling the sensations more the harder she moved her hips. It feels good, she thought. It feels very good!
"How's that, darling?" he asked again.
Cherie bit her lips, reluctant to speak, to reveal herself, to break the spell, but then the words came out in a throaty gasp. "Feels good. Feels wonderful."
Herb kept fucking, feeling the silky, wet walls of her vagina sliding in a tight, pleasure-giving caress over the burgeoning head of his cock. "That's good, darling. That's good. We can do this all the time after this. All week, every day. Would you like that?"
Cherie sobbed. It was wrong and her mind rebelled, but her body could not let go of these feelings and they overpowered her mind. "Oh, yes!" She widened the position of her knees yet more and tipped her hips upward, hollowing her back, giving him better access to her needing cunt. Her buttocks opened wider and her asshole flowered deliciously before his eyes. Herb gave those perfect, creamy globes a gentle slap and sent his cock deeply into her pink-rimmed slit.
The lust-crazed executive's angry, red cock surged in and out of her baby cunt, drawing out thin ridges of her inner cuntal membranes that clung lovingly to his rock-hard shaft on the out-stroke and folded back inside on the in-stroke. He gloated over the thought of having this proud, ladylike, angelic teenager now bent and submissive to his lusts, receiving his demanding penis deep into her tender, inexperienced vagina.
Over in the next room, Ron Wolter's excitement grew at the sight of the girl that he had wanted for himself now eagerly fucking her ass back on Melville's invading cock. The young man thrust harder and more urgently into the obliging Sue who was biting her knuckles to keep from crying out loud at the pleasure she was feeling. Wet, slurping sounds arose from their interlocked genitals, like those coming from Cherie's vagina locked so lewdly around Herb's relentlessly pistoning shaft, though Cherie's hot hole, tighter and wetter, was making louder, juicier sounds that rose to her ears and caused her to blush a deeper red. Ron could hear the liquid sucking noises and vowed that he must soon fuck the lovely girl, no matter what the risk. When the time was right he would make her his own.
Cherie was grunting now, audibly, with each thrust of Melville's glistening, massive cock, feeling it probe to the depths of her entrails. She was open, wet, and vulnerable to everything he did. His hands slid over her buttocks to her waist and under to her large, tautly jiggling breasts and gently pinched her hard, crimson nipples. The girl, overcome with passion, twisted her head around to the side and presented her ripe mouth for a kiss. Herb took the invitation and, his belly fitting into the small of her back, leaned well forward, kissing her deeply, without slacking the speed, depth, or strength of his fuck-strokes. His balls, swinging in the inverted V of her thighs, were slick and shiny with her lubricant and the webbing between the shaft and scrotum tickled her clitoris each time he pushed his cock home. Her cunt was beginning to spasm in her first orgasm and Herb stuck his finger into her upturned asshole, feeling, through the thin wall of her rectal passage, the knob of his cock sliding back and forth up her love-tunnel.
Herb heard her suddenly gasp, catching her breath in a deep groan, and felt her shaking through her first orgasm, her juices bathing his cock, balls and belly. Felt her contracting anus grabbing at his finger. Sobbing her joy and release, Cherie writhed and jerked uncontrollably, her entire body shuddering with her climax, her big, round tits pressing against the back of the sofa as she bounced her plump ass rearward, her tight cunt devouring his weighty, deep-thrusting prick. Whipping his finger free of her back passage, and holding tightly to her waist, he waited for her to quiet her cries and motions, then turned her around and manoeuvred her to the bed. Stumbling ahead compliantly, she allowed him to place her in an all-fours position on the bed without letting his beloved cock slip free of her still-spasming vagina. Then, kneeling behind her, Herb began fucking her with all his skill.
Cherie followed his rutting happily. This was heaven, she thought. Just crouching here and feeling joy shoot through her delicate body. How had she let this happen? Why could she not stop herself? Why did she not want to stop herself? She wanted this to go on and on until she died. Cupping her hand over her pubic mound, she felt Herb's mammoth cock sliding wetly between her trembling fingers. It was in her, full of life-giving power, aching to shoot its thick cream into her belly. She panted at the thought of it, filling her with the tiny, wriggly sperm. This was how girls got pregnant, had babies they couldn't care for! Yes, this was how, but at this moment she couldn't stop pushing her plump ass back at him. She wanted this pleasure, this deep loving of her vagina, the penis that explored the secret, dark recesses of her femaleness. She wanted it all now, this feeling of being a woman, to be filled with joy, with cock, with his flowing cum. And now Herb's thrusts were becoming more urgent and she sensed, even in her lack of experience, that he was going to come. If there was any doubt, he dispelled it with his own lips.