Old Foster glanced at his watch and eased back in his plush high-backed chair. It was 2:15 in the afternoon and the appointment was for 2:30. Plenty of time yet.
Impatiently, he got up from his desk and hobbled to the window and peered out. After a moment's reflection, he moved back to his desk, plopped down hard in the chair, and began leafing through his calendar for the fifth time that afternoon. A moment later, he pushed the calendar aside brusquely and began tapping out an impatient rhythm with his fingers on the desk.
All the while, he kept his eyes glued to the door.
When the knock finally came, the lean, graying television executive pulled himself to his feet and chuckled in anticipation.
"Come in, come in!" he shouted.
The door swung open and Lola Taberon and Denise Dayton appeared in the doorway.
"Welcome, my lovelies!" chortled Foster, clasping his hands reverently. "You're right on time." He motioned for them to sit down.
As the young shapely girls eased themselves into a heavily cushioned burgundy leather sofa, each girl caught the lustful, rapacious glint in the aging executive's eyes.
Lola glanced nervously at Denise, then back to the television president. "We're wondering why you sent for us, Mr. Foster."
"Don't get your pretty heads to fretting," replied the gaunt executive, cackling, his burning eyes greedily darting over the girls' curvaceous legs and proudly uplifted breasts. "Now, don't you girls think it's about time we got to know each other better?"
"Wh-what do you mean, Mr. Foster?" asked Lola, startled out of her usual calm. The look on his face was unmistakable.
Foster leaned forward, his thick gray eyebrows furrowing menacingly. "I mean it's past time for dilly-dallying, don't you think?"
"Dilly-dallying?" said Denise, completely confused. She shot Lola an apprehensive glance, but got no comfort from the honey blonde weather girl who looked as if she were about to start running for the door.
The tall seasoned executive leaned back in his chair and set his jaw hard. "That upstart boy-husband of yours," he said, deliberately to Denise. "Why don't we begin with him?"
"Ru-dy?" said Lola, attempting to rise from the couch.
"The same," growled Foster. "Mister Rowdy Redhead himself."
"What about Rudy?" said Lola, forcing herself to settle back in the couch. "Have you… decided to give him a job, after all?"
Before he could answer, Denise interrupted, "Oh, that would be wonderful, Mr. Foster!" she exclaimed, deliberately taking a deep breath and arching her lushly rounded breasts out while crossing her shapely legs so that her little mini-skirt rode higher on her legs. "You don't know how anxious…"
The gray-haired television executive cut her off abruptly with a sharp wave of his hand. "Before we get into that," he said, a lewd smile crinkling his leathery face, "would you two girls like to have an afternoon refreshment with me?"
Lola and Denise exchanged quick glances.
"I don't know," said the shapely blonde weather girl, a cold shiver of apprehension coursing through her as she felt his piercing lustful eyes stripping her bare. "I'm not sure I care…" She nodded at her brunette companion.
Denise dimpled as she caught the aged president blatantly inspecting her voluptuous body. "It – it's very kind of you, Sir. If you have a Coke, that would be fine."
"Quaint girl," grunted Foster. He pulled himself up from behind his desk and, supporting himself with his gold-tipped cane, hobbled quickly toward a heavy walnut cabinet on the other side of the office.
"Maybe a little bit of bourbon, if you have some…" said Lola, hesitantly, to the gray-haired president as he yanked open a door to the cabinet, "… but not too strong. Sometimes it goes to my head."
"Don't worry, lovelies, because I'm going to give you a rare treat. It's a special liqueur which an old Army buddy brought me from Mexico." He did not bother to explain that it was made from selected herbs and a few dried cactus buds – and had been used by the Indians for centuries as an aphrodisiac. He did grin, however. "My friend tells me it drives women wild."
Foster shot them a wicked glance over his shoulder. "It's special," he said, chortling. "You'll like it – or are you afraid of wild native tales?"
"Really, Mr. Foster," said Lola, "you don't think I'm that naive, do you?"
Denise shifted excitedly on the couch. "Oh, let's have some!" she said, laughing, then glanced up coyly. "Not that I really need it, you understand."
The gaunt executive withdrew a half-filled crystal decanter and three cordial glasses from the cabinet. He poured out ample portions of the liqueur into the glasses and, ambling over to the couch, carefully balancing a small tray, offered each girl a glass.
The shapely blonde and brunette regarded the glasses for a moment, then slowly raised them to their lips for an experimental sip.
"Well, how about it girls?" the wrinkled executive asked. "Doesn't it go down real smooth?"
"Oh, I really like it," beamed Denise excitedly. It was surprisingly pleasant. She lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing the velvety sweetness.
"Mmmmm," said Lola, licking her lips in appreciation, "it is good." She pressed a palm to a flushed cheek and smiled. "But it's already making me feel warm."
"Nothing like a relaxing drink," chuckled the lean leathery executive. "Drink up, girls, drink up!" He raised his own glass and drained it with one great gulp. Then, as he watched the voluptuous blonde and petite brunette finish off the contents of their glasses, he fought back the temptation to hurriedly pour them each a second portion. Patience, he told himself. If the stuff was as potent as he had been told, both of the girls would be as randy as billy-goats in a few minutes…
Foster boldly hobbled to the couch and sat down between them. He let his cane fall on the thick pile rug near the couch, then slipped his arms around both of the girls' waists. "Just like one big happy family," he cackled, "so why don't we dispose of some formalities – like our clothes, for example."
"Please… Mr. Foster," said Lola, "be serious." She glanced at Denise who sat in silence.
"I am serious," shot back the tough station president, as he kicked off his shoes and started unbuttoning his shirt. His stony gaze removed any doubts that the girls might have about his intentions.
"I-I can't," said Denise wearily, as the aphrodisiac began to take effect. She tried to rise, but her legs felt rubbery and she slid back down in the couch.
"You can, believe me," growled Foster, "if you care one whit about that husband of yours. He wants to work, does he? Well, he'll get no help from me, unless…" Suddenly he snaked a hand up under the brunette's blouse, cupping one of her full sensuous breasts. She shivered in uncontrollable pleasure and her body grew taut, for she was already beginning to feel the effects of the drink he had given her.
"I-I just can't," she repeated, tearfully, as a warm light-headedness and slight tingling sensation crept all over her flesh.
"You can, and you will!" shouted Foster, determined.
The lust-driven executive turned to the frightened blonde beside him. "And you, my dear, must join us for some fun."
"Me?" said the shocked blonde. "Mr. Foster, I never… I…" She put her hands to her cheeks and her head bobbed suddenly, for she, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the drink.
"Oh yes you can!" snapped the angry executive. "Even if you don't care whether your brother works for me or not, just remember that your job is not all that secure."
"Please, I really want to go…" She attempted to rise but the room spun crazily around her. She collapsed in the couch, her arms dangling. "Oh God," she said, gasping, "what's happening to me."
Foster shot a hawkish glance at Denise. She lay back against the couch, breathing deeply, her soft brown eyes staring hypnotically at the ceiling.
He turned his attentions again to Lola and jerked her head abruptly toward him. As he whispered hotly in her ear, her blue eyes widened in surprise and her body stiffened. "No, no please… I couldn't do that!"
Foster got up suddenly and yanked her roughly to her feet. He shook her violently, his strong bony fingers digging into her arms. "Listen, Miss Weather Queen! If you've got any sense in that pretty head of yours, you'll entertain me this afternoon, understand?! And if you put on a real howling performance, there may be some hope for your brother after all. And if you don't entertain me, there's no hope at all… for him… or for you."
"But I… I don't know what to do," she said, blushing and turning her head to one side. Oh God! What had she gotten herself into?
"Just do as I say," he boomed, "but there's really nothing to learn." He chuckled lewdly. "It'll come to you naturally."
"Mr. Foster… please don't make me do that!" she said, her eyes pleading.
"No more dilly-dallying!" he exploded. "Off with your clothes!"
Reluctantly, the shapely blonde took off her blouse, then slipped out of her slacks. She looked up at him, hesitatingly.
"All of them!" he shouted, trembling with rage.
Slowly she reached behind her, unhooked her brassiere, and as her ripely rounded breasts sprang free, the lecherous gaunt executive ran his eyes greedily over them. Then as the pretty blonde squirmed out of her white bikini panties, old Foster stepped back, panting with desire at her ravishing Venus-like nakedness.
"Now, my lovely," he grinned wickedly, "the show begins. Remember, do exactly what I told you to do."
She turned her head from him and glanced furtively at Denise, who sat in stunned silence, as if mesmerized by a mixture of fear and curiosity. The pretty brunette continued to stare at her naked sister-in-law sitting down on the couch beside her.
Impulsively, Lola took one of Denise's limp hands and caressed it as the younger girl's eyes darted over the weather girl's naked body. A moment later, Lola wound one arm around her startled companion and, drawing her close, kissed her softly on the lips. When the trembling brunette pulled back, blinking in astonishment, Lola kissed her again – passionately this time – letting her tongue dart in and out of her mouth. Then with growing enthusiasm, the voluptuous blonde let her full weight press the trembling brunette fully down on the couch.
Seated in a cushioned chair only a few feet away, old Foster slapped his thighs loudly, "That's it!" he chortled, "continue my pretty ones, on with it!"
Lola, feeling the flames of desire rise higher in her, continued to flick her tongue in and out of Rudy's wife's mouth. She was pleased when Denise moaned and drew her closer to her, returning the kiss by twirling her wet little tongue passionately against her own.
Suddenly Lola pulled away and – with her breath coming rapidly – whispered something to the younger girl who rolled her eyes dizzily, gasped in pleasure, and nodded in eagerness. Lola bent over and slipped one hand up under her sister-in-law's skirt to the elastic leg band of her white lace panties. Both girls were panting as Lola slowly wedged her outstretched middle finger between the leg band and parted the damp tendrils of pussy hair. Gently then, she wormed her finger inside the wet heat of the girl's hotly pulsating vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" groaned Denise from deep inside her throat. Lola whispered reassuringly again and the petite brunette began running her hands shyly over the voluptuous blonde's naked body, thrilling to the silken smoothness of the older girl's flesh. Within moments her hands came to rest on the warm softness of Lola's sensuous breasts and a shiver of delight rippled through her as she felt the resilient flesh give way to her kneading fingers.
Shifting suddenly, Denise dropped her wetly ovalled mouth to one of the quivering little nipples and began sucking on it like a child with a mint.
"Mmmmmmm," Lola sighed, "gooooood, Denise…"
"Perfect, is what you mean!" crooned Foster, leaning closer, a lewd smile on his face. "Perfect!"
Denise continued sucking on the berry-like nipple of Lola's heaving breast; then, her passion mounting, she let her wet tongue glide from one soft mound to the other, stopping to suck and nibble on each pink bud of sensitive flesh.
"Ummmmmm," moaned Lola, "gooooood, Denisssee… don't stop now…" Her head fell back in ecstasy as the wetly heated mouth devoured her breasts. When she abruptly remembered that her middle finger was still embedded in the slender brunette's hotly clasping vagina, she began a slow, rhythmic finger-fucking in and out of the tight little hole.
"Uuuunngghh… mmmmmmmm," the wantonly writhing brunette groaned deep in her throat as she began sucking more greedily on Lola's melon-like breasts. As their arousal grew, they tightened their grip and pulled each other closer.
"On with it, girls!" goaded the aroused executive from his chair a short distance away. By God the aphrodisiac was really working on those two hot little bitches now, and there was no doubt that the hormone shots had worked on him! He felt as if he could fuck them both into a coma, screw them until they couldn't walk for a week.
Lola, observing the beads of sweat trailing down the brunette's forehead and the desperate look in her eyes, withdrew her finger from the brunette's wetly vibrating pussy and began removing Denise's blouse. This was followed seconds later by the younger girl's sheer white brassiere, which was tossed haphazardly on top of the pile of clothes already on the floor. Lola gazed down admiringly at Denise's lushly swaying breasts and began caressing them with knowledgeable fingers.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! It's sooo nice," the petite brunette moaned, running her hands frantically up and down the naked blonde's back.
Once kindled, the flames of lesbianic passion flared higher between them and it was with eagerly trembling fingers that a panting Denise twisted and turned violently to assist Lola in pulling off her skirt and white nylon panties.
As Denise lay quivering there in complete nakedness, the statuesque blonde bent down and gazed rapturously at the forest of soft brown pussy hair surrounding the young girl's cuntal slit; then with a low groan of hunger began to lick the smooth young body, starting with the sensuously ripened breasts. Her own voluptuous body was quivering with a lewd forbidden hunger as she sucked first the right, then the left, turgid nipple of each full mound up into her watering mouth. As the petite brunette began to respond with low moans and sighs, she worked one hand down across Denise's flat white abdomen and began lightly stroking her sensitive inner thighs.
Rudy's wife lay back, rolling her head ecstatically, as her blonde sister-in-law sucked gently on her breasts while the fingers of one hand moved ever closer to her pulsating vaginal flesh. To the slim brunette, there was something uniquely wonderful and exciting in the way the popular blonde weather girl made her feel. It was far different than with a male. Her heart began to beat faster as Lola suddenly pulled her legs apart again, inserted a middle finger into her wetly quivering vaginal entrance.
Lola licked and sucked fervently on her sister-in-law's naked breasts as she slowly fucked in and out of the moistly throbbing vagina with her tapering middle finger. A moment later, the blonde weather girl bent down and began to heatedly rub her own breasts against Denise's, all the while continuing her slow, rhythmic fingering below.
"Oh, Denise," moaned Lola, gasping aloud, "this feels so good. Is it good for you, too?"
"Oh, yes," the pretty brunette replied blissfully. "It's wonderful… wonderful. I never thought it could be this way…"
"Right on!" shouted Foster, quaking with erotic excitement, his angry cock jerking and lurching frantically in his trousers.
Almost as if she were mesmerized, Lola began to move her head downward, allowing her flicking tongue to lick a thrilling wet trail over the rounded little belly and moving towards Denise's wetly excited pussy. The shapely blonde weather girl was getting more aroused by the minute, stimulated by her sister-in-law's uninhibited response to her lovemaking. When her full sensuous lips reached the soft brown curls of Denise's pubic hair, she crawled sideways and then carefully knelt between the brunette's trembling legs. Her own warmly excited pussy was growing damp as her sensually vibrant body tingled with anticipation and lust.
Trembling with excitement, she lowered her face toward Denise's moist, pink pussy. A musky female aroma wafted up to her nostrils, increasing her desire and nearly driving her wild with passion. Impulsively she flicked out her tongue and touched the brunette's sensitive vaginal outer lips. Denise shuddered and gasped, spreading her legs further apart and raising her naked buttocks up off the couch.
Placing her thumbs on the softly yielding layers of moist pink flesh that formed the opening to Denise's cuntal channel, Lola slowly spread them wide, as she lowered her face towards the nakedly throbbing slit, and hot flashes of forbidden desire rippled through her sultry body. How beautiful her brother's young wife was, what a strange joy to touch and taste! With a sigh of desire, she dropped her blonde head down and darted her long slippery tongue up and down the full length of Denise's hair-lined, wetly heated vaginal furrow.
The contact of Lola's tongue on her wildly trembling pussy made her sister-in-law moan in utter pleasure. Warm tremors of passion surged through her cuntal nerve endings and an electric excitement pervaded every part of her sensually excited body. Soon the weather girl's probing tongue found the erect little clitoris bud and her ovalled pink lips closed down around it, teasing and sucking it into a quivering mass of erotic pleasure. The hazel-eyed brunette gasped aloud, her body tensing, for the sensation was like a river of warmth that flowed up from her shamelessly aroused loins and spread to every part of her body.
"Oooooooohhhhh…" she groaned in delight, "… ohhh Lola… I love your tongue on my pussy. Yessssss… Oh God! Like that!!"
Working her way downward from the stiffly throbbing clitoris, the lust-inflamed blonde let her flicking tongue lap along the fluted wet edges of Denise's vaginal split until it reached the quivering little opening of the girl's pussy. Carefully she explored the moist throbbing orifice, then stiffened her tongue and began to fuck it upwards into the trembling cuntal depths.
"Aaaagghhhh… good!" Denise mewled, her mouth opening and closing slowly and her twitching body beginning to respond feverishly to the blue-eyed blonde's artful tongue-fucking. Her heart pounded wildly as Lola drove her tantalizing tongue deeper and deeper into her sensitive cuntal walls, sending a shaft of blazing ecstasy through her body. Denise could scarcely believe how wonderful it felt as tears welled in her eyes.
"Yesssssss! Stick your tongue deeper in my pussy. Ohhhh… make me cum!" she shrieked wildly as the sleek blonde licked and sucked and jabbed her tongue deeply into the wet pulsing recesses of her vaginal passage. "I love it… love it!"
"And so do I, lovelies, so do I!" shouted the heavily aroused television president. His eyes took in every lewd, undulating movement of the salacious spectacle as the petite brunette was tongue-fucked into a state of mindless response.
Her loins aflame, Denise pumped her pelvis upward to meet the sucking weather girl's probing mouth with rapidly mounting abandon. Then, with a loud groan of pleasure, the passionate brunette reached down with both hands and pushed her lover's blonde head lewdly down into her hungrily grinding cunt. She wanted more! Feverishly, she churned her vaginal furrow against Lola's wetly fucking mouth, moaning all the time like a wild jungle cat in heat.
Lola's own body was boiling with volcanic excitement as she sucked greedily on the younger girl's warmly scented cunt. Kneading Denise's nakedly rounded buttocks with one hand, she worked the other down between her own legs to finger her own wildly tingling clitoris in tempo with her tongue racing in and out of the warm buttery flesh of her brother's young wife.
A moment later the hotly excited blonde pulled her face away from the brunette's drenched and vibrating pussy. Panting desperately, with a wild frenzied look in her eyes, she swung around on the couch and straddled Denise's head with her knees and then eased her body forward, her head falling over again between the slender brunette's knees.
As soon as Lola's warmly moistened tongue began darting and whirling inside her quaking cuntal opening again, the excited brunette raised her trembling lips slowly up to the sparsely covered pussy mound above her. She began licking at the pink outer lips of the weather girl's vaginal sheath, then, in a flood of passion, stiffened her tongue and drove it deeply into Lola's wetly glistening cunt. She felt a moment of wild exhilaration as she felt the other girl shiver in lewd delight.
"Nnnnnnggghhhhhh," Denise mewled, her flaming cunt throbbing with excitement as she, too, received the lusty tongue thrusts of Lola's darting tongue. Lola towered above her, moaning and bobbing her head frantically, insensible to everything but the excruciating thrills that tore through her body with hurricane force. Both of them found their own pleasure magnified ten-fold with the realization they were giving joy as well as taking it.
Old Foster stared bug-eyed at the two girls as they buried their heads in each other's cunts and licked and sucked each other with wild abandon. They were locked together tightly, their fingers embedded in each other's buttocks as they pulled the undulating ass-cheeks closer to their faces… greedy for the forbidden feast and the gluttonous pleasure it brought.
The white-haired television executive's pulse beat madly and his angry cock lurched like a wild animal straining at its leash in his trousers as he gaped at the thrashing mass of nakedly tangled female flesh. If he watched this spectacle much longer, he thought, he would surely cum in his trousers! Also, it was apparent from the increasing intensity of each girl's movements and their frenzied breathing, which was coming in short, fast gasps, that they were on the verge of mutual orgasm.
Finally Denise could hold back no longer. "Ooooooohhh," she wailed. "I'm cumming… oh Lola, honey, I'm cuuummmmmmiinng!" She arched her hips higher and her head fell back weakly against the couch as her wildly excited cunt began convulsing in orgasm.
"No! Not yet!" implored Lola as Denise's warm mouth and frantic tongue left her quivering vaginal flesh. "Oh please, not yet…" But Denise had collapsed in satiated exhaustion on the sweat-stained couch, her brown head thrown back gasping out the final throes of her powerful lesbianic orgasm.
Above her, Lola's hungry loins cried out for relief. Her own orgasm had been only seconds away, and now the angry fires of unsatisfied lust still raged on within her. Frustrated, she dropped her hand down to her saliva-coated pussy and slipped one finger down into the warmly throbbing crevice. Then, through the haze of her misery, she saw that the gaunt television executive was stripping off the rest of his clothes. In a moment old Foster had seized her and was standing over her completely naked, his thick massive penis jutting out of his hairy loins like a tree trunk.
The statuesque blonde's eyes widened in horror as she gaped in disbelief at her first real sight of the immense organ, unable to tear her gaze away from the heavily-veined pole of flesh. God, it was already huge, and it was still hardening and rising in ominous majesty as he leaned over her with a hungry grin on his face.
Foster chuckled lewdly, "Well, lovely, how do you like my cock? Did you ever see such a beauty before… or one so big?"
"I – please… Oh God! You'll split me wide open," the naked weather girl cringed back against the sofa. Surely no woman could take anything that monstrous and hard up inside her body. Lola watched him like a paralyzed bird watches the advance of a snake, too terrified to move and physically incapable of resisting.
The gray-haired executive easily shoved the trembling blonde back on the couch, and used his knees to separate her firm young thighs in order to expose the fleshy pink slit of her sweet little pussy, still glistening moistly from the earlier tongue-fucking given her by Rudy's wife.
Foster flashed a lecherous grin as he saw her fearfully cowering away from him, her glance still locked on his massively pulsating penis.
Then, without warning, the gray-haired television executive bent down and began kissing his way downward across the goose-pimply flesh of her abdomen and from there to her wetly quivering pussy. Immediately, he began licking and lashing her turgid pink clitoris with his tongue, wringing moan after moan of unwanted delight from the young housewife's throat.
Her moans rose to wails of forbidden delight as Foster dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks as his long lizard-like tongue burrowed deep up into her warmly clasping vaginal sheath, relighting the fires of lust which had been raging through her naked body only a short time before. She tried to hold onto her fear as the only thing which stood between herself and a mindless lust, but Foster was turning her back into an animal again and she was powerless to stop him.
"Are you ready for my nice big cock now, my pretty?" chuckled the sweating executive as he raised his head and stared lewdly at her through the fleshy valley of her erotically heaving breasts.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she heard a lust-contorted voice answering, but didn't recognize that obscene croak as coming from her own throat. Automatically, her hips started to rotate again, shamelessly offering up her femininity to do with as he willed.
Slowly, Foster inched his way back up to her body, tormenting her rapidly rising and falling breasts with his teeth and hot hungry mouth as he gradually covered her voluptuous figure with his gaunt body. Of its own volition, Lola's hair-fringed cuntal mound rose searchingly up in the air, as it tried to capture that impaling spike of male flesh she had feared so desperately only a short moment ago. She had to have that long hard cock fucking far up inside her belly, and had to have it now. It made no difference if he ripped her vagina into a thousand pieces; nothing mattered but release, beautiful sexual release.
"Please… give it to me, Mr. Foster," she begged, "fuck me now!" Then Lola closed her eyes and held her breath as the older man slid in between her lewdly splayed legs and guided his thick rigid penis forward until the huge purplish cock-head parted her quivering pussy lips.
"Uuuuuugggghh?" Lola cried out as the gaunt executive thrust forward.
He thrust again.
"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!!" Suddenly she was screaming! "Stop! God, it's too big!" the futilely squirming blonde used both hands to push up against his chest, but her frightened strength was no match for the lecherous television executive's strength. With a sadistic chuckle, he rammed forward once more, and Andy's wife quaked convulsively as the hotly throbbing organ burrowed relentlessly up into her tightly resisting vaginal passage, forcing her inner organs to each side of its battering path, smashing anything that resisted its entry. It felt as though it was about to come out of her throat and her mouth if it didn't stop soon.
"Stop! Please stop! You're hurting me!"
But he just stared at her through lust-dazed eyes, then rammed forward with one final body-jolting thrust.
"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed as his thick rigid cock, buried itself to the hilt up inside her painfully stretched vagina!
Grinning triumphantly, old Foster hovered motionless above her until the impaled beauty's pain-contorted face began to gradually relax as her tightly clasping pussy walls slowly grew accustomed to the warmly pulsating pole of flesh lodged up between her legs. The leering gray-haired executive flexed the entire length of his penis deep inside her belly, forcing it still another inch further in, bringing another groan of agonized protest from her trembling lips. He flexed again, then again, grinning more wickedly as he heard her pleading groans grow softer and softer as her moistly heated channel stretched and dilated around the heavy-veined thickness of his cock. He began a slow gyrating motion with his pelvis, then deliberately rubbing his rock-hard shaft against her clitoris, all the while continuing to flex his massive instrument in her vagina, straining the still-cringing walls outward until the long hard invader fit snugly up into her wide-stretched belly like a sword in its sheath.
Grunting impatiently, Foster began a slow rhythmic fucking motion in and out of the young wife's tightly clasping pussy. Grinning lewdly, he used long, lunging strokes, thrusting forward mercilessly from the outmost crest of his withdrawal to slam her tormented body deep into the couch with each vicious stroke forward.
In spite of his brutal fucking however, the muscles of her body began to flex in an unconscious rhythm with his cruelly pistoning cock, her hips gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match every movement of the slaving executive above her. As she humped wildly, ecstatic moans bubbled from her lips.
Foster leered into her sweating beautiful face. "You love my big beautiful cock, don't you?" he taunted her.
"Yes, yes! Oh, fuck me… give me more, more!" she begged, gasping uncontrollably and wrapping her legs around his pumping buttocks.
The sweating executive increased the tempo of his thrusts, grinding his long hard penis savagely into the deep recesses of her belly.
"More, my lovely?" asked Foster, with a sadistic grin on his face. "Or must I stop?"
"Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed uncontrollably. Her knees lifted until her legs were over the older man's shoulders and, as her ass-cheeks arched high off the couch, she felt his outstretched middle finger worm its way suddenly into her tight puckered anus and begin moving back and forth in time with each stroke of his massive shaft sawing its way in and out of her wildly responding vagina. The long rigid shaft of hot flesh thrusting inside of her wetly pulsating pussy seemed to be going with jackhammer speed now, and over and over again she could feel the build up of pleasure about to explode in her belly. She was close… coming closer.
"Oh yes, fuck me like that… like that!" she babbled insanely. Then she stiffened and jerked convulsively. "Oohhhhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm cummmmmmmmmmminnnnnng!" she screamed, howling like a wounded animal as her hot orgasmic fluids spewed out around his pistoning rock-hard penis. Then her female juices trickled hotly down the sweat-streaked crevice between her buttocks, and Foster's massive cock jerked violently then jetted his scalding white sperm far up into her convulsing vaginal passage. The pungent odor of cum reached her nostrils from the semen mixing with the liquid passion overflowing from her overfilled cunt onto the couch below. The puffing executive collapsed, gasping on one side of the couch.
Lola also lay gasping, her curvaceous body drained of everything. As she lay there, her heart pounding wildly, she noticed that Denise was gone. A moment later, she heard Foster tugging on his clothes and the tap-tap-tap of his cane as he hobbled about the office. She closed her eyes wearily. When she awoke, she was completely alone. Finally, she put on her clothes and walked toward the door. She walked slowly, fighting back the tears, for with each step a sharp pain stabbed deeply in her heart. Oh God! What had she done? How could she have done it! First Denise… then Mister Foster. She had acted like an animal in heat. And she now… most definitely… was an adulteress.
Then, blindly because of the stinging tears, she ran to her car…