“We will. How do you pay us back? With money on your salary? Come on.”
He’d undressed by now and climbed on the bed.
“Aren’t you even going to take off all my clothes first. Oh, Dammit, I won’t be used by men like this.”
She jerked away from him and went for the door. He was already hard. Her resistance made her twice as sexy. It was weak; it was ineffectual; but it lifted her out of the cow woman class.
He caught her at the door, spread her legs, and fucked up into her cunt, which was hot, wet and slick. Part of her problem was that she got hot, wet and slick between her legs as soon as a man touched her.
He drove his cock up her cunt with savage, delicious thrusts, reveling in the slick tight sheath that gave such good friction.
“Oh, baby, ohhh. You are a luscious fuck.”
“Gunarrrrrr,” she wailed.
He had planned to ream her a little, holding her soft body against the door jamb to cow her and then enjoy the rest of the fuck on the comfort of the bed. She was surprisingly sexy. She was almost as good as the incredible Crystal. He realized that he’d exercised great restraint in not plugging her before this. Many a day, at breakfast, at lunch, at dinner, he’d had a sudden letch to fuck her, but was always too busy.
Tonight he wasn’t too busy. His lust flamed out so that he didn’t even want to stop long enough to take her over to the bed. He rammed his stiff prick up into her body with hot, fast thrusts, holding her by the ass so the angle was good, savoring the hot action that crazed him.
“Gunnar… we ought to… oh, do we h-h-h-have to do it… like this?”
Her eyes were big as saucers. Gunnar terrified her. She was in love with him as well as in awe of him and not sure which came first. Of course, she was a little in love with lots of men, yet even as she protested her near-rape she was proud that Gunnar wanted to get it off in her.
In the time they’d been together he’d only seemed interested in her ass, which embarrassed her even when she enjoyed the anal sex. Tonight told her that he wanted to make a baby in her, so that made loving Gunnar okay.
“This is weird— my legs tired,” she confessed.
She sighed happily as the strong cock whipped in and out of her. It was true that she enjoyed sex a lot. She could never understand why people made such a fuss about it, when every human body came equipped with pleasure nerves that you could hardly wear out.
Gunnar lifted her legs around his waist— giving her deeper penetration.
“Oh, my God.”
Gunnar expected to be able to bring her along fairly easily. You could tell by looking at her that she’d quickly melt around a stiff, determined prick. He hadn’t expected to score on her this fast. Astonished, he increased his pace.
“Laying it… into yu… baby. give up… your cunt.”
“Ahh, Gunnar. Oh, Oh, Oh.”
It was real, all right. She could fake sounds but couldn’t fake those deep down pulsations of her sex nerves as she swept to early orgasm and clipped on his cock.
Nothing pleased a man more in sex than conquest of the female, making her cum fairly quickly. It meant that he made her super hot and she wanted to give up her body to him in ecstasy. Some cunts were fairly stubborn and exhausted a man, or creamed him before quaking. Some never came, no matter what.
Leaf was certainly at the other end of this scale. Gunnar realized with astonishment that no matter how quick the guy, this luscious female would always beat him to orgasm, even if the guy could only hold on for thirty seconds. Fantastic.
Leaf’s head lolled lasciviously, eyes dazed, as her soft belly went tense and she gave his cock spasm after spasm…
Caught up in it now, Gunnar carried the dazed girl to the bed and pounded home his load, trying for almost the first time in his life to shoot it off as fast as he could. It didn’t take long. That moist, warm and nubile body thrilled him to mounting ecstasies, so that he soon reached the wounding grunt that meant his sex equipment had unsealed.
“Ahhhhhh, doll, you’re fuuuucked!” he announced happily.
He poured the rich stuff into her gut. She twisted in erotic pleasure as she received his spurting manhood. Only then did he pull out of her and make love to her with the usual kissing, hugging and nipple nibbling of her meaty breasts. She got hot right away. To his surprise, he got hard right away.
On his second round in her cunt he actually felt his balls and sex equipment make new jissum after the fuck had started. As before, she didn’t last long. Her orgasm came stronger that time, her cunt throbbing wildly against his prick— making him lock and gush forth once more with happy lustful male spurts. Even when the last hot shot of sperm flashed into her, his cock stayed hard.
A little dazed, utterly fascinated, Gunnar didn’t even withdraw. He just started to rock into her for a third time. The girl lay under him, tight to his body, moving her loins and murmuring in her own sex-drugged state. Slowly, slowly they rose once more to hotter, faster action. She did not cum quickly this time. It was as if her marvelously sensitive body understood his sexual pace.
“This— incredible — sweet — fucking,” he gasped.
He felt a prickle and a tickle that turned into a fabulous surge of desire.
“Leaf, damn you! You’re wild,” he cried happily.
He got dizzy with that one, but his cock spurted with powerful squirts and plenty of semen as he inundated her again.
“Ooohhhhhh!” she signed.
She came with furious clips on his cock. They were really matched sexually. Her cunt was silken with his spend— still he didn’t lose his hard-on. He felt like he wanted to fuck into the girl’s soft tunnel for days. He had no more juice left, but when he pulled out his tool and looked at it, it remained locked hard, almost purple with desire.
He fucked her again. He was slightly sore now— so was she.
“Gunnar— We’ve got — to stop — my breasts — sore — my box — sore,” she pleaded with him.
“We’ll— run out the string,” he gasped as his pleasure rose.
It was the first time in his life he ever fucked to satiation. He was able to bring her eight times and six of those times he could ejaculate. Finally he stopped from sheer exhaustion. She was totally dazed. Their sex parts ached, yet when it was over he still had a locked tight hard-on.
CHAPTER NINE
There are moments in life— horrifying moments — when the world seems to stand still. Such a moment came to Crystal Locke a couple of weeks later in the middle of one of her seminars at Fisk International as she spoke to a roomful of insurance executives, giving them instructions on the operation of their new A-C 1100 computer. Fred and Sylvia Ritter were there, of course, while Crystal lectured in top form.
A couple of men came into the room and went to the Ritters. They didn’t look like insurance people to Crystal. Furthermore, she saw two uniformed policemen hovering in the door behind them…
As she talked, the two men spoke quietly to both Ritters… then led them from the room. Fred looked white in the face. Sylvia’s dark eyes became shocked in deep terror. The plain clothes officers removed the couple from the room…
A half hour later, lecture finished, Crystal was summoned back to the A-C headquarters to face the president of her company.
She was in a state of shock, not having been able to find out why the Ritters were arrested.
“Crystal, I’m afraid there’s bad news,” Mr. Johnson said. “Your course of lectures at Fisk International will have to be suspended for a short period.”
“What— what happened? I saw policemen there. They arrested the Ritters.”
“They were arrested for fraud, Crystal. They were pretty high up— the top brass is in a state of shock.”