“It’s a con!” she cried. “It was a con game on me from the first.”
“What’s she saying?” asked Weber of Gunnar.
“Beats me,” said Gunnar. “She does have a suspicious mind, though.”
“You planned it all ahead. You knew I’d never agree to stripping and sex. The fight between George and Henry was— is — fake…”
She had to stop now as Henry’s prick made her grunt in ringing joy as he whipped her closer to orgasm.
“It was all planned,” she went on. “Gunnar to strip me and turn me over to George, who’d lose me to H-Hen— Oh, oh, oh. Henry here!”
“Why would we do that?” asked Gunnar patiently.
“I’d have no time to protest. I’d get all hot with the kinkiness of having three different guys c-c-c-cock into meeeee. Oh!”
“You see?” said Gunnar to George. “I told you she had a suspicious mind.”
“Well, anyway, we might as well leave the two lovers in peace,” said Weber. “I do like a cozy domestic scene.”
“I’m not much for sentiment myself,” said Gunnar. Then coolly he walked over naked to a chair and sat down. He picked up a newspaper and began to read it. His big cock was still stiff, but it disappeared behind the paper.
George was not so cool. He sat on the edge of another chair, watching them with hot eyes, occasionally jogging his hard prick with her dried juices on it, waiting his turn.
She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. Gunnar had plotted her emotional reactions as surely as a computer could chart a graph. He expected her to run and she did, after the dinner. He knew she’d come back to the apartment out of curiosity. He knew she’d resist a cold dive into sex and had invented an interesting game based on the fake argument between George and Henry to distract her while they ripped off her clothes and started the sex. What woman could resist being fought over? Henry had been the chosen winner from the first— and here she was, taking Henry’s hot prick into her cunt like a good little girl less than a half hour after coming here.
The other way the men might’ve argued for two hours, wasting time and good liquor to bring her to this point. In point of fact, Gunnar mastered her as easily as she mastered Leaf Campbell!
What was she going to do about it? She groaned, yet her groan was mostly pleasure. She was going to let Henry have her cunt, because there was no way she could escape the deep hungers in her body that the men had stirred in her. Their methods might be uncouth, but the results were fantastic.
“Should’ve foreseen this,” she muttered to Henry. “I— ohhh, my goodness — I won’t be a poor loser.”
“Honey, you’re a winner,” the delighted Henry gasped. It was fabulous how much difference there was between an older, ugly woman’s cunt and the sweet insides of a stunning girl like this. Henry was in the eighth heaven of the human condition— perfect sex!
“What would your bank de— depositors think, if they knew?” she gasped.
He laughed. “The C-M Bank is a modern bank. We aren’t stuffy— not at all.”
That was the end of the conversation. Her animal needs possessed her and she grunted in joy, thrusting up…
She felt a touch on her shoulder.
“Please?”
George Weber looked almost pathetic, standing by the sofa, hungry eyes burning on hers, hot desire suffusing his features. The poor old guy really felt bad about being left out of the sex after that hot beginning.
She felt absolutely fabulous with that hot prick taking her. She relented. She beckoned to him. His face broke into happy smiles as he brought his hard-on to her like a boy with a pet for his mother to enjoy. She sucked it into her mouth.
The taste of his cock meat in her mouth almost blew her to orgasm. She realized that she was into kinky sex of a sort she’d never tried before— servicing two men at once. The thrusts of the fucking cock down below felt more delicious as she was able to suck on the stiff rod up above. The press of the two men so close to her, their grunts and gurgles, the feel of her power to drive them crazy with her body, excited her. It was really fantastic!
“Mmmmmmm. Wild,” she sighed.
“George, you jerk— don’t sp-spoil my— my…”
“It’s making her hotter, you nincompoop, don’t you see?”
“Hooo, hooo,” exclaimed Henry. He had begun to reach his own animal state where his delighted, glazed cock had had too much. He felt surges of deep feeling far inside his body as the boiling contents of his sex reservoir steamed up to the bursting point. Already he knew that this would be the greatest emission of his life.
George did not have the cunt friction— but he did have the outrageous feel of her teeth and tongue to add fires to the suction of her mouth. That devilish little tongue went into ceaseless action, reaming and rimming around the head of his shaft where the thick pleasure nerves lived — and they went wild. The bony ridge of her teeth made him gasp with rushing joy and strain up on his toes as he felt his sex juice break into a roiling boil.
Henry wouldn’t admit it, but the sight of his best friend having his cock sucked inches from his face, digging into that beautiful blonde face of the girl, added heat to his seething desires. He began to miss strokes as his eyes got big and his body began to lock as he reached the magnificent point of bursting.
“Oh, Crystal, you’re fuuuuucked!” he cried.
She gave a whimper as she saw and felt him reach the tight, impossible and utterly delicious moment of his sex death. She loved the way his body locked into a paralysis and he gave a deep animal groan of pleasure.
Her own body tensed. Her belly glazed over with the outpouring of good feeling as her own sex nerves overloaded and she strained up to meet him. She had to lose George’s cock, but there was nothing she could do about that.
“Ah, Henry. I’m goiiiiing, I’m cummiiiiing, too!” She shrieked.
They made it together, her cunt gripping on his blade and flexing in runs of joy, ecstatic and luscious. She just floated out of her body and away in her paroxysms of joy. The double sex made it all the better. He gripped her tightly and seeded her cunt with guttural grunts, earthy and passionate.
“Aieeeeee,” she gulped.
“Uh, Uh, Uh. Ohhhh. Uh, Uh, Uh,” he sighed.
It was a perfect mating with each unleashing the total capacity for good feeling in the other. Time and again Crystal lifted her butt to take his glorious gushes of sperm and to glove his rod and throb hungrily on it, getting her own relief and joy.
“Ahhhhhhh.”
For Henry Hunt it was perfect because, for once, in a world where things seldom came off as good as he hoped, he got his full measure of enjoyment. Crystal Locke was every bit as passionate, as sexy and as feminine as he’d hoped. Maybe more so.
Naked, she lived up to the promise of her clothed body, flawless and fuckable. She was just enough animal to be broken to cock when you took her over and just enough virginal to excite the desire to plug her trim little belly and make her take a full flood of seed.
He worked it off into her belly with ecstatic pleasure, laying every ounce of his manhood deep in her guts, holding back neither his boiling, body hot sperm, nor his depths of passion. She was total; she got total.
When he tapered and his cock spurts turned into the happy, euphoric glow of aftersex, he expired happily, pulled his cock out of her, and rested, as if he were floating on clouds near heaven.
“Best— I ever had,” he admitted.
Crystal was likewise both exhausted and glowing. The men had crazed her body with sex flames and finally let Henry quench them, and the relaxation was tremendous. She felt like a queen with all that semen pumped into her body. But she reached up and took George’s cock to finish him.