While Sharon and Lita were out, Nancy watched the clock over the lobby entrance.
Her gaze followed the sweep of the second hand. After each completed circle she sighed with relief. Another minute had passed, bringing her sixty seconds closer to the moment when Buddy would appear in the doorway, blushing, grinning awkwardly, a foot of thick cock stretching his pants.
Yes, he would arrive bearing a throbbing erection to fill the gaping wetness of Nancy's cunt.
Leaning on the counter, she slid a hand down under her skirt and felt her soggy pussylips. They had been open and wet since this afternoon. She had bathed and douched her cunt, but within five minutes her panties had been wet again. She had then shucked them down to expose her slobbering twat to the drying air.
The second hand completed another circuit.
She remembered her divorce lawyer's advice.
Don't even be seen near another man, any man! It could bust your chances for alimony!
Alimony was only money. This afternoon she had three times milked Buddy's spurting cock, each time coming so hard that she had passed out.
Lita Connoly and Sharon were still out. Nancy had no idea how long they had been gone. She lived only in the circling second hand of the clock.
Then the door burst open, and Buddy entered, grinning and blushing. He looked quickly down the halls. Seeing no one, he darted toward the room desk.
Nancy's dreams were answered. An erection like a flashlight stretched his pants.
Arriving, he clasped her hands and whispered, "Gee, I thought it would never get stiff again. But walking over here I felt it twitch and all of a sudden I was limping."
She wanted to drag him over the counter to her. But a spark of sanity remained.
She whispered, "Quick, go to the women's lounge. Lie down. Open your pants. I'll be there as soon as somebody takes the desk."
He squeezed her hands, then hurried off.
Nancy lifted her skirt and stroked her twat, grinding the heel of her hand on her bushy mound. Her fingers forked the slobbered lips.
The second hand made another tour.
She could endure the waiting now, clutching her pussy and watching the clock, reassured by the certainty that Buddy was near at hand, lying there in the dark, his cock standing up like a barber pole.
She heard voices.
Hurriedly she dropped her skirt. She raised her hands to her hair and patted it into place. Her fingers smelled of cunt.
Sharon and Lita came in the pool entrance. Lita flashed a smile at Nancy. Sharon was frowning. She looked pale. The two went to the front door. She heard the murmur of their voices. Sharon returned alone.
Nancy told her, "I have such a splitting headache. Would you take the desk for a while, Sharon? I'll swallow an aspirin and lie down for a half hour."
Sharon nodded absently.
She seemed upset about something, Nancy thought. Which was just fine. Sharon hardly seemed to notice Nancy hurrying out from behind the counter, ducking into the employees' lounge.
She paused at the door of the women's section to catch her breath. She was trembling with excitement. She could not erase the grin from her face.
She felt a warm trickle of cunt juice run down her leg.
Inside at last, she whispered, "Buddy?"
"Here."
He was behind a partition, lying on a bunk bed, his cock standing up like a pillar. She gazed at the rigid column and the giant pink head capping it. Involuntarily she thrust a hand between her thighs and squeezed her wet pussy.
She moved to him and curled her fingers about the stem, squeezing the bloated flesh. The head felt soft, compressible, like a half-inch of plush sheathing a bony core.
He pinned up at her.
Nancy's hand slid down the shank to his balls. She scooped them up. The loaded scrotum overflowed in her hand. The delicate pink skin was haired with blond fuzz. The fruits within wobbled as she played with the boy's fat sac.
Her impatience was gone. She had him now. Smiling, she bent to the giant cockhead and kissed the tip. She briefly licked the spongy point, then wetted her lips and placed a suckering little circle of lips on the split. She sucked strongly, as though trying to lift the cream right out of the tube.
He grunted, "Nancy, you really suck it right!" She smiled, then caught a tooth in the split and drew it open. She licked the fleck of white lubricant that spurted out, drew it into her mouth and tongued it about before swallowing.
He said, "Nancy, you make it rear up like it's going to shoot! But listen, I don't want you to get info trouble over this."
"Trouble?" she asked, mouthing his cockhead as she spoke.
"If you got caught. Suppose somebody saw you here when you're supposed to be working?"
Nancy could only smile. "Silly boy, I don't give a damn. Now be quiet while I suck your cock."
She wetted her lips again, then forced downward, mouthing the meaty head, stretching her jaw to clear the ridge. She forced downward. The fat pink stem now protruded from her lips. She wanted all of it. But she would take it in bit by bit. She sucked noisily, drew back, sucked another inch downward, retreated. She heard her mouth squish on it. For a moment her head bobbed through little arcs as she worked on an inch of stem. Then her throat was jammed full of cockhead and she paused to readjust, turning to take it sidewise. She could get no more. Several inches still remained outside her rolling, sucking lips.
Buddy cocked a leg up and rested his ankle on her shoulder. He whispered, "Nancy, does sucking make it bigger? It feels like a ball bat. Suppose it stayed hard all the time and I couldn't walk right, just bend over staggering?"
She smiled at the thought. She had to speak. Reluctantly she raised off the succulent prick, licking the head before surrendering it. Then she rubbed the saliva-wet organ against her cheek.
"Buddy, I want to think of you that way, eternally hard, bent over in order to walk."
He chuckled.
"Don't laugh, Buddy. I'm so crazy for it that I think that way. Really, if I close my eyes I see only your fat pink cock."
He grinned and tousled her hair.
Nancy unzipped her dress and stripped it off. She climbed onto the bunk and straddled him.
He said, "Hey, you didn't take off your bra."
"There's no time for that." She squatted on the knob of the upstanding cock looking under herself, she moved her black-haired twat into position. No hands. She should know her way to it by now. She lowered and saw the pink head disappear behind her pubic bush. She felt the plush-sheathed end wedge into her hole. Wriggling, slowly rotating her hips, she sank down on it.
"Buddy! Oh, Buddy!"
It curved up into her split, sliding as though oiled. In a second the plushy head was deep inside her. The whole salami filled and then stretched her cavernous cuntal pocket.
She was coming already.
She slammed her open gash down on his loins.
"Buddy! I'm coming. Coming!"
He grabbed her bra-hardened tits and tried to tear the bra away. He cried, "I want to see your tits flop around!"
"Tear it off!" Her hips jerked at jackhammer speed. On each slam the enormous cock reared up and stabbed her. She thought, Oh, God, it'll burst through my belly! "Oh, what fucking!" she screeched, "I'm coming! My cunt is squirting, it's going to gush. Gush! Argghhh! Buddy, fuck me!"
His fingers hooked into her bra. He wrenched it down and her big breasts spilled out. They flogged about as her whole body wrenched and surged though a brutal, ass-ripping cum. Buddy held her tits and she felt his fingers dig into the meaty flesh, and pull at the nipples swollen out as hard as little cocks about to shoot off. He raised up and tried to suck her tits, but she was thrashing wildly, jerking her breasts from his hands, flinging back and sitting straight up, rotating on the cock that formed the core of her being.
"Buddy, my cunt is going. My cunt! Going! Oh, my God, Buddy, I'm coming on your cock!"
Suddenly the whole thing broke. Everything inside her spilled out.
She flopped down on him, weeping and laughing as her body surged through an orgasm that wrung her dry and dead. She felt like jelly spreading out on the hot body of her lover.
When Nancy came to, she became aware of his hard meat still hooked up into her cuntal cavity. Her first conscious effort was an attempt to squeeze her vaginal sphincter on the curved stalk.
She failed.
Next she felt a pressure between her pubes and his cock, a bloated, uncomfortable feeling.
Her bladder was about to burst.
She whispered feebly, "I have to go pee." Having proven that she now had the power of speech, she roused the strength to kiss his cheek, then screw her tonguetip into his ear. She mouthed it, saying, "I'll have to get up, but I don't feel able."
"Want help?"
"Uh-huh."
He rolled her off him and slid her to the floor. She balanced on her feet. Buddy was sitting up now.
He said, "Your tits look funny, hanging out like that."
She saw that her bra was still fastened, but mostly empty. One breast was completely out, the other raised to half-mast by a web of bra hammock.
Giggling, she hooked the tit harness. Buddy leaned to her and mouthed a nipple. Sighing, she stood there and let him suck.
She still had to pee.
She was looking at his erect cock. It glistened with cunt juice.
She said, "Come with me. I'll suck your prick while I piss. Okay?"
He ginned. "You sure go all out, Nancy."
"I don't dare leave you for a minute. You might meet some other girl while my back is turned."
He followed her into the john, which was like a home powder room, furnished with a sink, mirror, and toilet.
She squatted on the seat, spreading her thighs to let him step in. She reached out for the pink shaft of his cock and in a moment was lipping the head, giving it little sucks and tongue lashes.
Her urine began hissing into the bowl.
She had meant to simply toy with the blunt tip of his cockhead, but in mouthing it she became aroused. She thrust forward, taking the whole head and a hand's length of stem into her oral cavity. Closing her eyes, she sucked the pulsing meat.
He said, "Some time you're going to suck the head of it right off."
Smiling, she gathered his nuts in her hands and pressed them to the stem as she sucked.
She had just finished peeing when she heard a voice.
It was a deeper voice than Buddy's, harsher. It stabbed splinters of icy fear into the depths of her belly. Nancy looked up from the pink cock protruding from her lips.
Harve.
He was standing there beside Buddy, hands on hips, a strand of lank hair dangling over one eye.
"Dear, sweet Nancy," he mocked. "Nancy, who wouldn't say cock if she had a mouthful."
She jerked back. The meaty prick reared out of her lips.
She came screamingly awake. She was squatting naked on the john, her thighs spread, the last drops of pee splashing in the bowl. She had been caught with a cock in her mouth. Instantly, tears streamed down her cheeks.
Buddy stood gaping at the intruder.
Harve told him, "In case you don't remember me, I'm Nancy's assistant. Sharon and I are her two helpers, underpaid, abused slobs who keep the ship afloat while Nancy blows cocks. Well, Nancy?"
She could hardly see him through the tears pooling in her eyes.
His hands moved. She heard the screech of a zipper. He thumbed a dark length out of his open fly.
"Nancy maybe you'd like to lick my candy cane?" She looked to Buddy for help. He had fallen back against the wall. His face, was crimson. How young he looked, how helpless! Harve was a few years older, old enough to have confidence in his ability to cow both of them. She choked, "Harve, I have to explain how frustrated I was…"
"Nancy, I'll level with you. I don't want to go tell Bud Connoly that you spend your working hours sucking cock. I'm not sneaky. I just want mine. I'll look forward to the night's work if I know that you'll blow me. Isn't that square enough?"
"Harve, I don't want…"
He stepped neater. "Don't say you don't like it until you've tried. Come on, lip my meat."
The long, slim, hard-looking cock was before her face. It lacked the girth of Buddy's, but there was a maturity about it, a hardness, and the head looked immense.
He poked it at her lips.
She tried to back away, but Harve knotted his fingers into her hair and forced her to it. She gritted her teeth.
"Eat it, you bitch!" he snarled.
She shot an imploring glance at Buddy.
Buddy was trying to squeeze back through the wall. His face was ashen now.
She smelled the male musk of Harve's pubic tuff. It made her gasp.
His cock jammed into her open mouth.
She had to. She let it force her teeth apart and slide up to her palate. She closed her lips and mouthed the stem. She shut her eyes and nerved herself up to sucking it. There was no choice.
Her lips rolled on the rigid shaft and she sucked at the bulging head inside her mouth, then laved it with her tongue.
Suddenly something broke inside her, like a wall crumbling. She hurriedly rebuilt the wall but found a hole in it, and through the hole Harve's cock poked into her. She was sucking it, hungrily, lovingly. Her hands moved as though detached from her being, up his thigh to his prick. She fisted the stem and slowly jerked it off. Her other hand dove into his pants and searched for his scrotum. When she found it she gurgled with joy. She fondled his nuts as she rhythmically sucked and jerked his cock.
Harve laughed. "You like that meat, don't you, Nancy?"
She nodded, sucking her cheeks in to the shape of the knob inside.
Harve said, "Buddy, we'll share the wealth. Your pecker looks kind of wilted. Let Nancy blow it up hard. You don't mind sucking two cocks, do you Nancy?"
Buddy, looking sheepish, came and stood beside Harve. Harve abruptly pushed her back off his cock. She tried to cling to it but it whipped out of her mouth as though oiled.
Buddy's prick had indeed gone soft. She closed her hand on it and kneaded it lovingly, then raised the dangling head to her lips. She licked it, nibbled it, then gulped and she had the whole thing, all of his lovely pink semi-hard prick.
She still held Harve's stem in her free hand. She jerked it off as she sucked Buddy.
Slowly Buddy's blood boiled into his prick and it rose, lengthening. The stem grew out of her lips.
When it was fully engorged she uncorked and turned to Harve's and sucked the head of his. She turned from one to the other then, holding a prick fisted in each hand.
Harve asked, "Want to try both at once?"
"They're too big," Nancy said.
But she tried it. The two guys moved together and jabbed in, stretching her mouth painfully. She managed to lick both of them, however, and taste the dollops of white lubricant issuing from the two pricks.
She gathered up a scrotum in each hand.
Harve said, "Hell, this is no good. All I can feel is tongue. No suction at all. Let's go into the other room. Buddy can fuck you while you give me a real, deep-down blow job."
He withdrew his cock and pushed Buddy away.
He gasped Nancy's arm and raised her from the john. She staggered after him. He found a straight chair and sat on it, directing Nancy to kneel between his legs.
She obeyed, dropping to the floor and resting her arms on Harve's spread thighs. She gazed at the cockhead before her, a dark, wide, mushroom shape. She leaned to it and licked the end. She opened her mouth to gulp it.
Harve knuckled her jaw aside.
"Wait," he said. "Buddy, you kneel down and shove it into her from behind. Use either hole, I don't give a shit which."
Buddy said, "Listen, I don't like this. Nancy is my girl."
Harve glared at him. "She's been my boss and has treated me like dirt. Now she gets hers. Both ends. I always knew she was a hot cunt, but she thought she was too good to fuck with me. Okay, she's turned on now and she's going to suck cock until her jaw falls off."
Buddy whimpered, "I don't want to. I mean…"
"You little yellow-haired asshole, I'll kick you through a wall if you don't do like I said!"
Buddy gave in. Soon Nancy felt the heat of his body behind her, his hands spreading her big asscheeks, then the familiar, beloved nudging in her cunt as his cockhead opened a path.
Her fingers writhed over Harve's cock. She lunged for it.
Again he knuckled her chin to the side.
He growled, "Wait until Buddy is into you. Shit, have you got a big ass! Your hams look like two oversized basketballs. I thought Sharon had a big rump, but, baby, you have one as wide as a barn door."
Buddy said, "Don't talk about my sister!"
"Hell. I'll talk all I want. I fuck your sister every night. And you shove your meat into this cunt so she can start sucking my prick. I want yours in first."
Nancy felt Buddy's rod slide up her cuntal cave. Full, she grunted. Her twat was gulping at the fat meat, knitting gelatinous strands about it, tying all those knots that built up into the big, Gordian knot that could be untied only by the cutting blade of orgasm. His loins flattened her asscheeks.
She choked, "Harve, I'm boiling inside. I'm starting to wind up toward an orgasm! I'm going to come!"
He pinched her chin between thumb and forefinger. She looked up at his dark, beady eyes.
He said, "Beg for it, Nancy."
Red flashes before her eyes blotted out her view of his face. She moaned. "I want it, Harve. Let me suck your cock!"
Buddy's tool rammed into her and she felt her gushing begin. Another hundred knots tangled in her cunt, knitting it into a sleeve rippling on his organ.
She pleaded, "Harve, fuck my mouth. Please!"
At last he gave it to her.
She fell on it, impaled her mouth on the bony length. Her nostrils flared, drinking in his smell. She fisted the stem and jerked. She cupped the balls in her hands and rolled them together.
Harve patted her cheek. "You're a good cocksucker, Nancy. I'll let you blow me every night. Would you like that?"
She backed off, but kept the head in her mouth when she said, "Yes, every night. And you'll fuck me, too, Harve. Harve, are you going to come in my mouth?"
He did not answer.
She heard Buddy yell, "Ahhh! There it is, take my load!"
His cock was ramming wildly in her, stretching the Gordian knot of her snatch, which quirked and convoluted, writhed and sucked at the giant cylinder of meat.
But she did not come. She knew why. She wanted to come on Harve's load. She sucked more gently now, voluptuously mouthing the long man rod, licking the tasty head. Buddy's cream flew into her belly but she still did not come. He yelled and banged her, ramming her with that king-sized cock. But she only smiled and turned her head to explore the contours of the curved iron prick in her mouth, and swabbed it with the flat of her tongue.
Harve was the boss, in command. That was all. Buddy was only a child.
She felt Buddy's cock wither and slip out of her. Goo ran down her legs, a mixture of pent-up cunt juice and his cum.
Resting her head on Harve's thigh, she tongued his organ from her mouth.
She whispered, "Harve, I didn't come."
She felt his rough hand stroke her cheek.
"Harve, would you like to fuck me?"
"Just a minute. Buddy, you get your ass out of here. Go find yourself some teen-age pussy. Nancy is my cunt, my private stock. Dig?"
Buddy whimpered, "Nancy, what should I do?"
"Split," Harve told him.
"Split," Nancy echoed.
She bent Harve's cock to her mouth. She sucked at the tip. She heard noises that meant Buddy was leaving. Or maybe he was, not. It was not her concern. She had a man now. Buddy's departure was Harve's business.
A plan formed in her mind. She could quit her job and recommend that Harve take it. If their fucking were discreet, she would soon get her divorce. She could live on the alimony.
Yes, she wanted Harve to take her job.
At last he said, "Buddy's gone. Let's get on the bed."
He helped her up. She spilled down on the bed, on her back.
"Nancy, pull your legs back. Wide apart. So you can wrap them around me as soon as I shove in. That's how I like it, climbing on the bed and seeing the undersides of your thighs and your ass turned up, and your twat open. Dig?"
Smiling, she grasped her knees and pulled them back. She felt Harve plant a kiss right in the middle of her yawning gash.
Then he climbed onto her, a lean, dark, hairy, naked guy with a yard of prick that instantly sank into her and plumbed the depths of her hole. She armed him in, crossed her ankles and rested her heels on his buttocks.
His hands cupped her tits. His cock had seemed to fill her, but more now stretched her cunt. She squeezed her sphincter in, making her cunt gulp at the rigid meat.
He rasped, "You sure have a hot hole, Nancy. The best!"
"Better than Sharon's?"
"What about her?"
"You've fucked her, haven't you? Just like you told Buddy?"
"Sure, but listen, she's just a little hooker on the make. I mean, she's trying to bust you out of your job. That's why she brought Buddy around, knowing you, needed some meat bad. But you're a real woman, Nancy. You and I can have a terrific racket here if we stick together. But we don't dare trust Sharon."
She kissed his cheek, then whispered, "Are you going to talk about Sharon or fuck me?"
He grinned. "First I'm going to suck your big tits."
He twisted down to them, raising each in a hand, licking the rampant nipples, then wolfing in flesh.
Smiling, Nancy wrapped her limbs tightly about him. She waited. Soon he abandoned her titties, snuggled into her crotch, and began jogging inside her.
The first spasms wrenched at her snatch.
He rode her hard. Long strokes tore into her. She arched up, choking, "You're coming, Harve! You're going to come inside me!"
He laughed. "Not yet, baby. You're used to Buddy's hair-trigger kid stuff."
How long did it last? Nancy's belly unknotted and gushed, and still he churned her frothing hole. She flew up to still another peak before his blast came and shot through her body. His cream seemed to spurt up her cunt to her throat. Strangling, thrashing, exploding over the peak, she took load after load while shrieking and moaning.
She sagged down, exhausted, but Harve still pumped his long cock in and out of her gaping hole.