"Ms. Whitehall, there's a Mr. Finderson here to see you," came the call over the intercom.
Cindy looked up from studying the designs on her desk, wondering for the hundredth time if they would be good enough to create the stir in the fashion world she thought they should. "Who's Mr. Finderson?" she asked, pressing down on the intercom button.
"He says he's your brother's swimming coach," the guard at the door said. He was under special instructions to let no one in the building without prior approval of Ms. Whitehall. He was an old fart, but he did his job well. As well as could be expected of a basically incompetent man.
"Okay, send him up," Cindy said. "And give him good directions, Dave."
"Yes, Ms. Whitehall," the guard said.
I wonder what the hell he wants? Cindy asked herself. Shit, I wonder if Jimmy's doing well since we've been fucking so much lately? Cindy put the designs in the manila folder on her desk, and composed herself for the meeting. She wondered exactly how badly Jimmy was doing. Probably pretty bad, she thought to herself. There was a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," Cindy said.
The door opened and Bob Finderson stepped into the sparsely furnished office. His eyes swept past the large desk, now littered with papers and folders, and the low-slung couch near the far wall, and glanced over the few pictures on the wall. The pictures were of models, obviously wearing some of the famous Whitehall original fashions. Bob couldn't imagine what the fuss was about, the designs were simple. He looked again, and noted they weren't as simple as he first thought. He did this as he walked over to the desk and shook Cindy's hand.
"How do you do, I'm Robert Finderson," Bob said. "Please call me Bob."
"And call me Cindy," Cindy said as she sat down.
Cindy approved of the swimming coach. He had rugged good looks, and his eyes were bright and shiny. "Excuse me if I seem rude," Cindy began, "but just why did you want to see me?"
"Well, I know you're Jimmy's only surviving relative," Bob began, "and the swimming team is about to take its annual trip up to the capital for the State meet."
"And what's that got to do with Jimmy?" Cindy asked, puzzled.
"Well," Bob smiled, "I think Jimmy has a good chance to win several gold medals this year."
"Really?" Cindy smiled, happy for her brother.
"In face, his chances are better now than at the beginning of the season. His concentration is better, and his reflexes superb," Bob commented. "It helps when a young boy keeps different parts of his life separate from others."
Cindy nearly blanched. My God, does he know about us? Cindy thought hysterically. I told him to be careful! I've got to find out, but perhaps he doesn't really mean sex! "I'm afraid I don't quite follow you," Cindy said calmly.
"Well…" Bob hesitated. Damn it, why did I say that? "What I meant was that all his attention in the pool is on swimming and a young boy's mind out of training is on… ahhhhh… other matters."
Cindy relaxed. He thinks it's another girl! "What other matters?"
"Well, you must realize your brother is eighteen, and his thoughts often turn to the opposite sex," Bob said. He was tired of hinting around.
"And he's learned to control his thoughts?" Cindy asked, her voice low and husky.
Bob picked up the change in Cindy's voice immediately. "Well, I'm pretty sure he's found himself a… girlfriend."
"An accommodating one, you mean?" Cindy asked, batting her eyes at him. She liked this man.
"Yes," Bob nodded. "She… uhhhh… eases his tension, and keeps his mind clear instead of cluttered with useless dreams."
"I think that's cute," Cindy said. "I mean, it's not often that you hear such a refreshing sidestep of the real issue. You mean he's found a chick that fucks, don't you, Bob?"
Bob was momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in the conversation. He looked harder at the beautiful woman sitting behind the desk. Her long blonde hair and soft blue eyes hid a razor-sharp mind. And her tits – wow! "Yeah, that's what I meant."
"Now that that's out of the way," Cindy said, getting up from her chair and walking around to the side of the desk. She sat down, her blue skirt hiked up, revealing her long, lovely, tapered legs. The skirt was high on her thighs. "Why did you come here to see me?"
"I had to get your signature and okay to take Jimmy to the tournament," Bob said, staring at her crossed legs.
"And where do I sign?" Cindy asked, her voice low and sultry.
Bob fumbled for a moment for the papers in his shirt, and didn't see Cindy reach up and loosen the top three buttons on her blouse. She had taken to the idea of not wearing any underclothing, and when she bent over to accept the papers, her creamy-white tits would be salaciously exposed to Bob's gaze. Bob looked up and smiled, holding the papers. Cindy reached for them, and purposefully dropped them. Bob's eyes had been caught by the sight of her exposed tits.
"Oh, how clumsy of me," Cindy said in her little-girl voice. She had dropped the papers just at the corner of the desk. She spread her legs wide to allow Bob headroom to bend over and get the papers. He bent over, picked up the papers, and looked up as he brought his body upright.
He stopped and stared at the obscene tableau spread before him. Cindy's thighs were open, and the furry patch of her cunt was easily visible. He gulped, and then straightened. Cindy smiled down at him.
"My, Bob, you look like you've seen something that you really want," Cindy chided.
Bob smiled and put the papers on her desk. "Why don't we discuss some of the aspects of this day on the couch, where both of us can be more comfortable?"
"Surely," Cindy smiled. "But let me get rid of some clothing. It's so hot in here."
Once Cindy had made up her mind, there was nothing in the world that was going to stop her from getting a good fuck. She smiled demurely and slowly, carefully, undid her white blouse. It was thick material and hadn't revealed anything about her tits except their large size. When she undid the last button and casually slipped the blouse off, she was gratified to hear Bob gasp. She quickly unsnapped her skirt, slid the zipper down, and let it fall to her feet. With a soft kick, her slip-on shoes slid from her feet. She stood naked and beautiful by the desk.
Bob stared at the vision of loveliness standing before him. His eyes locked on her full, ripe breasts and slowly swelling nipples. His burning gaze moved reluctantly from the large tits to the outline of her flaring hips. His eyes widened when they reached the triangle of blonde hair covering the slit of her cunt. He had met so few real blondes in his life.
"I-I guess I'll get cooler, too," Bob stammered.
"Fine," Cindy said with a smile. She walked slowly to the door and locked it with a wink. "We don't want to be disturbed, do we?"
Her breasts swung and jiggled with each step she took, and the firm mounds of her asscheeks rubbed against each other as she walked slowly to the couch and sat down. She put her arms on the top of the couch's back, and crossed her legs, hiding her cunt from his lewd and lecherous gaze. Her tits stuck out high and firm, the stiff nipples like tiny, stubby fingers on her mountains of flesh.
Bob quickly pulled his polo shirt off his body. His chest was covered with small, dark curls. He undid his belt and slid his pants down. He slipped free of his shoes. His briefs and pants bundled at his ankles and he stepped free. His cock was dark and swarthy. It was a monster, fully nine inches long. His belly was covered by a jungle of black hair.
"Wow!" Cindy breathed. She grinned up at Bob and he sat down beside her on the couch.
"Now, let's quit playing games," he said. He put his arm around her shoulder while his other hand snaked out to cup one of her tits. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive little nubbin of her nipple.
"Whoever said we wore going to stop playing games?" Cindy cooed. She reached out and tickled his chin. She leaned her face forward, and opened her mouth.
Bob didn't wait for another invitation. He'd never come in contact with a woman quite as hot as Cindy before. She was ready and eager to be fucked. He was hardly in control of the act, and he had enough ego to feel certain he'd be in control before long. He continued rubbing the young woman's nipples as he brought his lips against hers, engaging her tongue in sweet, oral play. They were sitting side by side. Cindy had uncrossed her legs, and each had one arm around the other. Bob could feel the thick pap of her tit burning his palm.
He kneaded and pulled on her tit, producing deep moans from her quivering lips. He knew she was really ready and hot. He let his free hand trace a path across her abdomen, and then encounter the tickling hairs of her snatch. He had pulled his hand from her tit. He flattened his hand, keeping his fingers together. He rubbed at the top of her slit, letting his fingers get acquainted with the territory.
Cindy wasn't the first woman or girl he'd fucked since he'd been mated. There'd been quite a number of horny teenagers, of which one or two had been virgins. And there had been a number of other teachers' wives. He had almost every morning off, and since the biggest donor to the school, old man worthy, liked him, the school kept him on as coach. He broke their passionate kiss.
"Oh, baby, that was great," Cindy said huskily.
He reached out and grabbed her free hand and brought it to his stiff cock. "Feel this," he said, "this is a lot better!"
"God!" Cindy exclaimed. "What a monster!"
"Wait until you feel it in you!" Bob bragged. He knew some women were a little afraid of his big prick when they finally got a good look at it, but he also knew Cindy was really anxious to get it in. She just wasn't quite ready yet.
Bob kept rubbing on her hair-covered cunt as they kissed again. Cindy gripped his cock and began to run her hand up and down its mighty length, marveling at the length. His balls were already churning and aching.
Cindy continued to respond to the caresses Bob was raining upon her body. His hand now crept back up to her tit, and the nipple jerked with lustful abandon when he tweaked it with his fingers. The hair of his loins tickled her hand when she let it ride all the way to the base of his cock. It was strange and odd to feel hair on a man's legs after all the times she and her darling brother had fucked. He kept all the hair on his body shaved off, except for his head and his loins, because it offered less water resistance that way.
Heat bathed her hand as the massive prick jutting out from Bob's loins throbbed and ached for release. Her clit began to lift its head out from its sheath, and the fluids began to coat the inner surfaces of her cunt lips. She imagined she could hear the almost inaudible squishing noises coming from her cunt as the folds of coral-hued flesh within her outer lips relaxed, preparing themselves for the delightful invasion to come.
"Oh, baby," Bob said as he pulled his mouth from Cindy's. "Your tits are something else!"
His hand was still pulling and digging on the resilient flesh of her doughy tits. He disentangled his arm from behind her neck and pulled his body from the thigh-to-thigh contact they held originally. He bent his head and planted a soft kiss on the turgid nipple of her right breast. He took it into his hot, moist mouth and twirled his tongue around its sensitive surface. She groaned and gasped in depraved delight.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Cindy gasped. "Oooohhh, that's soooo goooooddd!"
Bob couldn't stand it any longer. He quickly pulled his head from her tit and pushed her down on the couch. Cindy sprawled there, her tits flopping. She looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her face. He grinned and reached and gripped her shapely hips. He flipped her over onto her stomach with ease, and pulled her ass up in the air. He quickly got to his knees on the couch, and with an awkward gait, advanced upon her quivering buttocks.
"What're you going to do?" Cindy asked.
"You just wait, baby," Bob gasped. He gripped the huge log of his cock and placed its head at the entrance to her pussy. He grinned as he heard Cindy moan as she finally realized what he was going to do. He ran his cock up and down the moist furrow, and then with a flick of his hips, sent his cock into her cunt.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" Cindy growled.
Bob gripped her ass, leaving red marks where his fingers gouged into her. He ignored her pleas for more time to grow used to his size and plowed straight ahead. He pulled the thick cock from her clasping, hot, tight, wet cunt and then stuffed it back in her again. He pulled on her hips as he did so, sliding her pussy over his cock as he shoved his hips forward.
Cindy had been looking forward to the fuck, but Bob was really rough. He had no finesse, and she knew she'd never care to repeat this mistake again. She knew he thought that sheer size made up for everything else. She mentally shrugged and was determined to make the most of it. If she could twist her body just right, the huge cock stuffed into her cunt would start to rub against her aching clit. All she wanted to do was get off, and be done with it.
She was being buffeted by the almost amateurish moves of the swimming coach. His superior strength was the only thing really keeping her cunt in contact with his giant cock. She thought the entire thing a total waste as far as any real good fucking went. But his big prick was rubbing and tickling and exciting her clit, and it was enough to make her cunt juices flow freely. They gushed from her cunt, trickling down the insides of her thighs.
"Ohhh, honey, are you tight!" Bob gasped.
He clasped her hips in his vise-like grip, pummeling her with savage thrusts into her body. He didn't really care if she got off at all. He was only concerned with his own building orgasm. His balls were swinging free and the scalding cuntal sheath milked on his prick. He leaned forward a little, shortening his strokes into Cindy's abused pussy, and reached under her body. He cupped the two swinging tits as they hung loose from her chest as she waited like a bitch in heat for him to finish. He pulled roughly on them, mauling and tweaking her tits. She yelped a little in pain, but kept concentrating on her cunt, trying to bring about the orgasm she knew she needed.
Cindy suddenly felt a lightness in her belly. It was if all the water in her body suddenly congealed in her abdomen, and then it gushed out of her cunt. It slid over and around Bob's prick, and the walls of her cunt convulsed in spastic jerks on the cock within her. She could hardly breathe, the orgasm was so intense, and she didn't want Bob to know how much she had concentrated, so she shook her hips slightly. The words struggled in her throat, but didn't come out. She then felt herself go limp, and she started to pitch forward.
"Hey!" Bob said as he gripped her hips. "Not so fast, honey, I haven't had my turn yet!" He grinned. Another hot cunt that he'd shown what a real fuck was about.
He slid into her squelching depths a few more times until his own release was upon him. He gripped the young woman's hips in a fantastically tight hold, and arched his back. He was bent like a bow, and his monster cock was battering against the end of Cindy's cunt. The boiling churning mass of semen gushed out the tip of his cock and splashed all around within her cunt. The fluids quickly filled her pussy and flowed down and out of her hole. It flowed down the trail left by her own lubricating fluids.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" Bob bellowed as he finished his orgasm. He finally felt himself go limp, and he let go of Cindy's hips. She crawled quickly from him, and sat at the corner of the couch. Her right leg was bent up and her left dangled over the edge. The hair of her cunt was matted with jism and her own fluids. She looked at him with a strange light in her eyes.
"Pretty good, huh?" Bob grinned at her.
She jerked at the words, and then smiled evilly.
"I could have had a better fuck from a spastic." Bob felt the words slide like ice over his brain.