Bill flipped switches and, pushed buttons as Alan's flushed face came closer and closer to my open pussy. When his tongue touched my erect clitty, my cool vanished like a tiny puff of smoke. My fingers brushed over his silvery thatch of hair, down his smooth cheeks and straight for my cunt. I pinched my clit and tugged it up and out so I could enjoy every sensation it could give me while he licked and sucked skillfully on it. I began to shake. My mouth abruptly went dry. My hips came up off the couch. Alan was a real cuntmaster with his mouth. I heard a low, shuddering moan – it was my own voice!
"Suck me, Alan darling. Oh, man, suck me, suck me!" Already, everything was getting hazy and fuzzy. I was aware of Bill frowning and clucking to himself in amazement as the machine dials began registering what was happening in my hot body.
"This girl is going to blow every fucking fuse in the unit," he muttered, rapidly adjusting voltages and flipping even more switches.
"Now, Bill?" Alan's voice sounded like a little boy begging to have someone play with his stiff dick.
"Might as well put your cock in," Bill said. "The wacky needles are almost to the edge of their limits already."
"Oh, Alan. Do you ever feel good in me! Woooo! Hold me tighter, I'm going to slip right off this sweaty leather couch and bust all my wires!" I cried as he lunged into me.
Alan smoothly rode his stiff cock in and out of my slippery cunt. He fucked with kind of an odd gait that was hard to match with my hips. I settled for trying, unsuccessfully, to relax and just enjoy the fullness of my pussy and the pulsing of his cock inside me. Much too soon, he grew hotter and harder, then came.
"Nnnnnnnoooooo!" I wailed. "Not already!"
He heaved himself up to a sitting position and then tested his legs to see if he dared try standing up on the floor.
"Fuck a duck," he muttered angrily to himself. "I lasted longer the very first time I got laid. Well Bill, thank fortune there are two of us here. Take over."
Bill clucked sympathetically, patting Alan on his sweaty shoulder. "Hey! Don't feel bad. This hot female could get a brass monkey in an uproar. I may not do that much better. Here, watch this stupid machine. Judy, help me push this hard cock of mine… oh balls… gotta put the fucking condom on first. I'm glad I'm so cool and collected about all this."
"Please! Get the Rider on, Bill. I need a cock in me, right this minute! Mmmmmm, look at my finger. It's rubbing my clit so fast, it's all blurry."
Bill shuffled on his knees between my open legs. He was so long and stiff I unconsciously cringed a little when I felt his cockhead at the entrance to tunnel. Slowly, ever so slowly, he cased into me. I heard a long, drawn-out sigh escape me. I tried to relax so he could get all the way in, but when my pussy felt those little raised studs dragging against my clenched cuntwalls, my heels dug into the couch and I started to scramble backwards.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm so fucking hot! Hold me tight, Bill. Don't let me pull away from you. It's just that the condom feels so… so… ah screw me!" I started screaming. "Fuck my snatch! Fuck it clear off. Do it, do it, do it. Oh, Mother! I'm coming! Coming, coming, coming," I chanted like an African native. My eyes closed. I felt myself slipping far away. I knew I wasn't doing a thing to help Bill enjoy himself. My cunt was positively on fire! A thousand little red devils were raking up a million fluttering leaves inside my cunt. 500 – 500 little studs! "Five hundred, five hundred," I kept moaning as I came and came. Bill had to hold me down with all his strength to keep me from ripping the wires right out of their sockets in the machine.
"Jesus H. Christ Almighty!" I groaned. "My poor little pussy! Did you come, Bill?"
"I don't know. I guess so. I felt like I was coming, all the time I was in you. You have a grip I can't believe, inside there. Damn near ripped the stupid condom right off me."
He peered inside the slippery tube. "Yep. I did. Shit! These fucking gadgets. For a man to have to peek to know if he came! Ridiculous!"
Alan stood staring at the machine tapes and shaking his head. "We never got readings like these before, Bill. No, Judy, don't get that gleam in your eye. We are not going to do another test. I need a cool drink and a cock splint and two aspirin. Bill?"
"Never heard of anyone by that name," Bill laughed, gingerly holding his limp dick.
"I'm still roaring hot. I want to screw." I hollered. "Where is Mildred? O.K., Todd?"
"Push the buzzer, Alan. Get Mildred in here. Maybe she can suck this hot babe into calming down at least a little," Bill suggested.
"Some damsel in distress want a good man?" I heard a booming voice asking.
"Todd! Darling. Are you ever needed right now!" I sobbed. I couldn't get up to hug him, not with all the wires still attached to me. I reached down and held my cunt open with my shaking fingers. "In here. Right in here!"
CHAPTER NINE
Todd came over to the couch to kiss me very sweetly and sit down on the edge, his warm hands stroking my thigh. I lay back expectantly, teasing my nipples. His fingertip circled around on my clit, but something was wrong. His mind seemed to be far, far away.
Suddenly he began tugging the adhesive connections of the wires off my body. "Get up," he said. "Get dressed." When I heard that tone in his voice, I knew from past experience that were was no point at all in pouting or arguing. But I tried anyway.
"Why, honey?" I asked. "Can't you tell I need to be fucked something awful?"
"Would you like to fly to New York with me, tonight?"
"What!! Oh, Todd, are you serious?"
He stood up and began to pace up and down the office. Alan and Bill watched him curiously, but said nothing.
"Do I kid around, Judy? I have been thinking about expanding the company. A lot of our manufacturers are in Manhattan. No time like the present to fly there and check out office space and a staff for a branch office. Get dressed. Go home and rest up a bit after you throw a few things in a sack." He grinned and reached out to mess up my hair. "We catch the Red Eye Special, the midnight flight out of International. Okay?"
"Okay! New York!" I couldn't get into my clothes fast enough.
"I'll pick up at 11 P.M. Now, scoot! I have a hell of a lot of things to discuss with Alan and Bill."
When I got home, I flew around my bedroom like a mad woman, packing my suitcase and making a dozen agonized decisions about what to take with me. I stood under the hot shower for a long time, trying to simmer down and get my thoughts together. The house was as quiet as a cemetery.
On the way back to my room, still naked and damp, I glanced in my folk's bedroom door. There was someone in their bed! I whipped in and tugged the sheet down. My father's tousled head came into view, his eyes opening drowsily.
"Daddy! What are you doing home? Are you sick?" I felt his forehead. It was very warm. Fine beads of sweat covered his upper lip.
"Judy, honey," he mumbled, "got a strange bug of some kind, but I'll live. Got my medicine right there on the night stand."
A half-empty bourbon bottle and a small pitcher of lemon juice were sitting beside a Kleenex box. He looked up at my bare boobs. His eyes slowly traveled down my body to rest on my triangle of blonde hair that was still damp. He smiled and reached up to give me a friendly little goose.
"It's not fatal. I'll live. Just a slight temperature."
"Slight! You are burning up! Better let me cool that fever with a rubdown. I'll get a big, cool towel."
"Yes, Nurse," he smiled.
I was back in a minute with a king-sized damp towel. It seemed the least I could do for him. When I pulled the sheet off of him, his beautiful cock was half up! When I began my 'treatment', I felt his hand brush between my legs. I was still hot from the testing we'd done at the office. His touch was so loving and gentle that my tell-tale nipples began to crinkle up.