Nora McCarthy stepped out of the supermarket, a package under her arm and opened her umbrella. Thank God, she had thought to bring it as the huge drops began to cascade down upon the clear plastic of her smart umbrella. She walked toward the parking lot slowly aware that she had already been detained by the butcher more than she had anticipated and aware that the Stovers would be expecting her to serve at their party tonight.
Nora heaved a long sigh. She wished she could quit, but where could she go, what could she do? She'd been with the Stover family for so many years, thirty to be exact, since before Master Brett had been born. She had been brought to the States from Shannon by the senior, Brett Stover, when she was barely nineteen and the Stovers were like her own family.
But, things had changed! Dear God, how they had changed! Especially since Brett had married the beautiful Victoria Hanley. Nora had been the young master's nurse, then as he got older and went to prep school, Margaret Stover's personal maid. But, there hadn't been any love lost between the two women. None at all!
Brett Stover, Senior, had married Margaret Lee for prestige and social position in exchange for his immense wealth. It had been strictly a marriage of convenience, and everyone knew it. Margaret Lee had been a beautiful, headstrong, spoiled daughter of a highly prestigious, but impoverished family and Stover's fortune had appealed to her more than any affair of the heart. They always had had separate bedrooms, and it was rumored that as soon as she had produced an heir, their sexual involvement had ended.
Not that they had discontinued fucking on the side! No, indeed, they had just stopped fucking each other.
And Nora McCarthy had been Brett Stover's mistress for years!
He and Margaret had been on their honeymoon to Europe when he had interviewed Nora for a job as a maid and then nurse when the babies started coming. Nora had fallen in love with him during the interview. He was so tall, so handsome with his thick blonde hair and blue eyes! She would have taken the job for nothing just to be near him!
Whether Margaret Stover ever knew of their affair, Nora couldn't say, but there was always a coolness between them, other than between employer and employee and as soon as Brett, Junior married, Nora had been sent to work as Victoria's personal maid.
Nora reached her car, got in and patted her still-red hair. She had been quite a beauty with her long, red tresses, her milk-white skin, her eyes as green as the Irish sea, her body as trim and as voluptuous as Victoria Stover's was now. Brett, Senior had stopped having sexual relations with Nora for over ten years now, but on her birthday and Christmas, she always received a bouquet of flowers with a hundred dollar bill stuffed down among the blossoms.
Nora squirmed her still-shapely ass down against the seat of the slow-moving car as her memory filled with the images of the events of that first day in Brett Stover's mansion. She had met Margaret Stover who was young and beautiful though obviously pregnant and Nora could recall how she had recognized immediately that things weren't right between the two of them. But she had convinced herself that she needed to have the job, and she was willing to take any responsibilities that went with it.
She had been happily arranging her belongings into the closet and dresser when Brett paid the first of what subsequently became frequent visits. She could remember how awkward and embarrassed she had felt when Mr. Stover had begun to undress her. He had smiled gently at her when she told him that she had never been with a man before, but he had kept removing her clothes very slowly. Nora later recognized that her passive attitude had been the result of her love for the handsome man, but at that time she only knew that she had to satisfy her employer. She was in a strange country without money, without friends. She could vividly recall how frightened she had been.
When Stover had removed everything but her bra and panties, he had stopped to carefully study her voluptuous young body. She had never weighed very much, but her body was full and shapely, her creamy-white skin smooth, soft, in contrast to the cheap blue cotton material of her undergarments. Her silky red hair hung down several inches past her waist when it wasn't tied up in a roll on top of her head. But her good looks were completely overshadowed by the striking appearance of her full, round, exciting titties, and firm youthful thighs. Brett Stover didn't waste a minute in removing the remaining garments from her body, and what they had covered proved to be every bit as enticing as he had suspected.
Nora's twin mounds of firm, young titties pointed straight out, the nipples at the tips pink and large like ripe cherries ready to be picked. Beneath the flat plane of her belly was the small triangle of smooth red pussy hair curving sparsely into the tantalizing frame of her firm, young thighs. The pink folds of her virgin cunt were clearly visible beneath the sparse red hair covering her twat and there was an open space beneath the delicious cunny even though her legs were tightly held together. Her whole image was so innocently sexual, that Brett Stover had held off touching her body for a full minute and she had stood trying to cover herself with her hands ashamed and embarrassed at standing nude before a man for the first time in her life.
Nora had been standing there cowering for a full minute when Stover had suddenly leaned forward placing his open mouth hard against one titty, and she felt the sensation of his warm tongue licking her nipple erect for the first time. Her relief and pleasure came over her simultaneously, but she remained still, waiting for him to guide her in his fucking of her virgin pussy. His mouth sucked and pulled and nipped at her booby, filling her with the strange new sensations of passion. At the same time, she felt his hand run smoothly down across her belly toward her naked cunt and she tensed in anticipation of its contact with her aroused clitty. She had not been totally unfamiliar with the pleasures of sex, as she had often fondled her own little twat with her fingers, but no man had ever before fucked her cunny. When his middle finger slowly parted the soft, red pussy hair and spread the warm, fleshy lips of her twat, Nora felt a moment of panic, but that feeling was quickly consumed by the electric sensation that bolted through her aroused body as his finger pressed into the throbbing young clitty. She didn't know then how cruel Brett Stover could really be, but instead, her mind was absorbed by the new feelings she was experiencing herself, within her trembling body. If any thought had passed through her mind, it was the fact that she was being intimately fondled by the man she had been hired by, and whom she loved. All that really mattered was the fact that she was finally going to be fucked like a real woman by the man she wished she could have for a husband.
Nora McCarthy had never had a boyfriend in all her nineteen years. Not that they didn't sit around her father's doorstep like a swarm of flies! She simply was interested in none of them, until she met Brett Stover. She knew that she had been missing an important part of living and she was prepared to take whatever Brett Stover would give, no matter how frightened or nervous she became.
Nora remembered how weak her knees had felt as Stover had continued massaging her hardened clitty. The full excitement had been so great, she nearly had her legs buckle right out from under her. But before it happened he had picked her up bodily and carried her to the bed.
She lay there completely naked on the white sheet, a little embarrassed by her open cunt, but calmly watching him as he hurriedly stripped off her clothes. She didn't start shaking until he had gotten down to his underpants and the huge bulge of his erect prick suddenly came into sight. She had never before seen an erect prick and she had no idea that it would be so big. The rubbery flesh of the purple-covered cockhead looked the size of a giant mushroom and the thick veins running along its length seemed to be throbbing visibly. Nora, in her youthful innocence, couldn't imagine getting such a large rod of flesh inside her tiny, virginal pussy but at the same time, the thought of it throbbing deep up into her belly excited her tremendously, even though it made her nervous.
Brett Stover stood at the foot of the four-postered bed for a full minute, smiling at her, but she could see a sign of horny lust in his eyes, flashing like all the other men's eyes she had been seeing staring at her. Only this time, it was different, because she was lying on a bed, naked and ready to let him do as he wished with her helpless young cunt. She had her thighs clenched tightly together when Stover knelt down on the bed and he took her ankles in his hands to spread her legs out wide. She felt her face redded slightly as her pussy too was stretched slightly open to his lusting gaze, but she didn't have a chance to look at his face for long as he quickly leaned down and kissed the red down on her quivering cunt. For a second before he moved, Nora had a brief look at the huge swollen flesh of his pecker protruding like a giant flesh-pole from the blonde tangle of his cock hair. Then she quickly forgot about her fear of its size as his tongue wetly moved across her belly and began probing down into the soft folds of her moist young pussy.
That tremendous sensation of his tongue darting out against her clitty was as vivid to her here in the car thirty years later as it had been then. Her whole body seemed to lurch off the bed as the powerful sensation slammed through her very nerve to ignite a burning pleasure she had never before known. Up until that moment, Nora hadn't made a sound, but as his mouth clamped down into the tender flesh of her virgin screw box, she let a deep moan burst from her open mouth. Her own noise startled her and Nora feared that it could be heard throughout the entire house large as it was. Nora was afraid that someone might come by and interrupt the wonderful pleasure that Brett Stover was giving her so she consciously tried not to let out any noise again. His teeth biting at her clitty felt so marvelous and she didn't want anything to keep him from continuing his sex play. She closed her eyes tightly to let her mind concentrate fully on the hot, spit-moistened flesh licking at the sensitive lips of her cunt.
Everything had lost all meaning to Nora McCarthy so she didn't have any idea how long Brett Stover continued to bite and pull and suck on her ditty but then she felt his tongue slowly move down the silky, hair-lined gash to the wet, virginal opening of her fuck passage. When his tongue probed into the tight, moist twatflesh, she voluntarily spread her legs wide to get more of the fantastic pleasure he was giving her. His mouth was pressed hard against her cunny lips and his tongue seemed to push its way up inside her screw channel until it was deeply buried in her belly.
“Eeeeeiiiggghhh!” Nora gasped suddenly while trying to contain the moan that she wanted to wail out. The air in her lungs seemed to abruptly force its way out, caused by the bolt of excitement that started deep inside her womb. The pleasure was far greater than she had ever imagined it would be and Nora marveled at the way his tongue seemed to stretch way up inside her helplessly clasping cuntal passage. She began to rhythmically grind her asscheeks into the mattress as the maddening tongue screwed incessantly up inside her pussy. Stover's sucking of her moistening young cunny juices went on until he could contain his passion and lust no longer, and he raised his head up from between her wriggling thighs while at the same time grasping her long, white., shapely legs to stretch them out further.
Nora opened her eyes to the sight of Brett Stover's lust-incited fuckstick pointing directly at her exposed cunt, but as much as she wanted that cock to explode inside her little twat, she couldn't control the overwhelming fear of its tearing her to pieces. It was like an arm of jerking, throbbing sharp flesh made ready to plunge into her pussy as a sharp knife through warm butter. The huge, purple head appeared to throb into a life of its own as she saw the dilated eye at the tip grow large with tiny drops of pre-cum fluid rolling out. Brett Stover was holding her legs up in the air as if to lift her clear off her bed, and she could feel the cool air of the room flowing past her spit-moistened cunt and down the widespread cleft of her firm, young asscheeks. Her total nakedness, in addition to the fear of his huge whang made Nora tremble nervously as he gradually shoved his hips forward, until the smooth, purple-headed fuck-stick made contact with the fleshy folds of her helpless, upturned twat.
Somehow Nora had got the impression that the rubbery cockhead was hot enough to burn her pussy, but the mild coolness she had felt was in marked contrast to the heat in her own flesh. He pressed his long pecker against the tight opening of her fuckhole for a moment, then Stover leaned forward across her body suddenly clamping his mouth against her taut neck as the weight of his body dropped against her nakedness. Stover had released his hold of her legs, and one hand was squeezing into the soft flesh of her large titty, while the other hand held his long prick pressed tightly against her open pussy. Without hesitation, he began to run the huge swollen prickhead up and down the soft hair-lined gash of her cunt, parting the warm fleshy lips in lewd preparation to his whang entry of her tight, young screw box.
The pressure of his hard fuckstick against the virgin cherry of her cunt made Nora grow tense from the anxiety of the pain she knew would surely come. She thought her flesh was ripping apart from the steady increase of force as his hips pushed forward with more and more strength. The pain in her pussy grew to ever-greater proportions as her pussy resisted the blunt force of the fleshy hard pecker until suddenly her whole body seemed to rip in half as the giant fuckhead pushed into the tight restricting small passage.
“Ooooohhh!” the young girl had groaned out her pain and agony out loud as the horrendous pain ripped throughout her body. She couldn't control her moans any longer, and she cried out a plea for mercy. But she didn't realize that Brett Stover was beyond hearing her, or that she had screamed out her horrible pain. She was trying desperately to fight off the terrible agony that tore at her entrails, and that one thought occupied her hazy mind. Nora squirmed her asscheeks back away from the ramming pecker, but she was held tightly by the strong grip and weight of his well-built body. After a minute, when the initial shock of his cock entry had subsided, Nora realized that only the large, purple head of his huge prick had pushed through the tight, resisting cherry between her legs, and terror took over when she imagined how painful the rest of his whang entry might be.
“Aaaaaggghhh!” She screamed as the massive pecker drove into her cunt continuing with unrelenting pressure, the blood engorged column expanding her tight cuntal passage to its thick round size. With slow sureness, the cock pressed in a quarter-inch at a time and each move seemed to Nora to be more horrible than the last. She was convinced that she could never regain her consciousness with the giant fuckstick buried up inside her twat and she struggled with the fast-draining remainder of her strength for what she felt was a lifetime lost in her terror as she was. The initial thoughts of pleasing Brett Stover by satisfying him sexually no longer mattered. She wasn't interested in doing anything except getting away from the painful pressure down in her burning pussy, but her struggle was hopeless. Nora didn't have the strength left in her body to resist anymore and she gave up fighting the agony and pain. She relaxed, letting the huge rampaging pecker just fuck her into oblivion.
“Oh, my God! Oh, sweet Jesus!” Nora yelled out when the suddenly unrestricted enormous prick plunged quickly up the remainder of her widestretched pussy, completely filling her belly. Brett Stover's groin crashed hard into her opened cunt as his pecker submerged in the sheath-like flesh to the very hilt. Nora didn't move at all from terror of the pain she knew would come as she thought for sure that the huge fuckstick was going to pierce the walls of her writhing pussy. She felt as though her whole body was hung limply on a giant staff of cock flesh stabbed into her cunny and that at any moment it was going to push farther up to tear the rest of her whole body apart. But it didn't go in any further. It just stayed throbbing in her helplessly stretched fuckhole like a beast sleeping at rest before going out after a kill.
Slowly, Nora became aware of the other parts of her body which were still very much alive. Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, the steady beat transmitting up through her titties to the large chest pressed down against them. The taut nerves in her neck were reacting to the tiny nips of his teeth and she realized that her arms were wrapped tightly around his body, holding him to her body like she never wanted to let him go! She knew that the storm was over, that the aching in her pussy would gradually stop and the tremendous pleasure that she hoped would follow was again filling her mind.
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” Nora exclaimed suddenly in protest as Brett Stover flexed his tightly wrapped prick to expand the huge cockhead buried deep inside her belly. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as Nora had imagined it would be, and the continuing expansion of his swollen whang began to bring a new sensation throbbing wonderfully through her pussy to replace the pain. It was a form of servility, a final commitment of dedication to her lover to be filled with the throbbing prick of her beloved Brett Stover. It was the sexual encounter that Nora had been dreaming, seeking, hoping for for as long as she could remember. She refocused her attention away from the searing pain of his cock entry to the pleasurable sensation that was slowly beginning to rebuild in the depths of her burning pussy.
The young, beautiful Nora drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to fuck her stretched cunny up against the fuzziness of his cock hairs. As she arched her hips up slightly, Brett Stover withdrew his massive prick from her belly and she could feel the hard dong column resisting his exit when only the cockhead end remained inside her screw box. Nora lifted her impaled groin up to him, afraid he might take it all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again into the depths of her wet fuck passage. She could feel the rubbery fleshhead parting the walls of her cunt as it slid down inside her, and her pussy closed tightly around the thick cunt, the nerves lining the wall telegraphing every part of its huge form to her brain. She hung suspended on every movement of his long downstroke, feeling willingly this time, pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her asscheeks, she felt the twin sacs of his bull's nuts smack lightly against her now widely spread pussy. The sensation was tremendous for Nora McCarthy and she opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next prick plunge harder and deeper.
Again, Brett Stover pulled back with his hips to withdraw his excited whang and as he slammed into her clasping fuckhole with a faster motion, his large balls slapped hard down against her tiny, puckered shithole.
“Ooooohhh!” Nora shrieked from the tremendous sensation that came rippling up her backbone. His balls were stirring with the pressure of semen inside them, and she could feel their life throbbing as they hung down against her naked asshole. The pain of his first prick entry was completely forgotten, and all she could think of was to be fucked again and again by the hard, hot pecker inside her cunt. Even the aching had subsided to the point of being overtaken by the pleasure of his furious screwing in and out of her pussy as it had been done since time immemorial. The screwing motion of his long, thick fuckstick sent ripples of pleasure with ever-increasing intensity through every part of her passion aroused cunny and she took up the fuck rhythm with him, arching her hips up as he drove forward on the downstroke and pulling back as he retreated. It was proving to be a beautifully satisfying experience for the young Nora McCarthy and the fuck demands that Brett Stover was placing on her did not occur nor concern her at that time.
Nora had been young and innocent then, so many years ago, and she was completely unaware that it was going to prove to be the beginning of many demands that Brett Stover would eventually require of her. It had been the start of her falling into a trap that she would have avoided if she had guessed where it would lead, but her first fuck experience with a man whom she thought she loved, was too important in itself for her to be concerned about the price she would have to pay.
The conflagration deep in her pussy became extremely intense as Brett Stover's overly-large prick seemed to grow larger as his fucking became faster and faster. His juice-saturated pecker slid with greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping twat, the walls of her fuck passage wrapping and squeezing over every part of its throbbing whang as it stirred her to greater heights of pleasure. The swelling pounding fucking in her pussy seemed to go with more urgency as the screw tempo increased. As his whang plowed deep inside her cunt, their pubic hairs crashed together only to separate again as it withdrew to plow in once again. Nora felt her whole body become a part of her hungrily clasping twat as the sensations were reaching out into her every nerve ending to create greater and heavier excitement. She had never imagined it could be such a pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge fleshy prick pounding crazily into her womb. The frantic screwing motion of their bodies fucking on the bed made her mind whirl with tiny white spots that bounced and exploded as her lust and passion became higher. They appeared and disappeared like charges of energy from her excited nerves, dancing through her whole writhing body. Nora drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and tightening the muscles in her white thighs to pull and suck at the magnificent prick that fucked with tremendous force in her fiery, twitching pussy.
Nora felt as though her body was completely freed of any mental or physical resistance to pleasure, and she had thrilling sensations streaming from her cunt that she wanted, but couldn't understand at first. Then, Nora realized that Brett Stover's hands were exploring other sensitive parts of her body and a rippling flash of raw pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her nakedly exposed asshole. She sensed her embarrassment at being so open to a total stranger, but the idea of what was happening made her even more excited for its sheer obscenity. Nora kept thinking over and over that she was being fucked that she was finally being fucked by a man. When his finger suddenly pushed inside her tight, resisting shithole, the minute pain was nothing compared to the sensations of complete surrender she felt, and she began bucking wildly to have her pussy fucked into pieces by his enormous cudgel of throbbing cockflesh.
Nora's belly started jerking uncontrollably as she felt the huge head of his screwing cock swell up larger inside her cunt. She knew that it was going to start squirting out boiling sperm at any moment, but the growing spasms in her own twat were the center of her attentions now. She thought she was going to have her entrails exploded all around by the hot, bursting sensations that followed the jerking in her twat. Then, suddenly Stover's fuckpole sank deeply inside her churning pussy and the huge head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms where she felt the first hot spew of cum fluid moving up the length of the long, thick pecker like a great roaring wave to burst out and crash searingly into her hot sucking fuckhole.
“Oh, dear Christ in Heaven! Oh, sweet mother of God!” Nora screamed out her ecstasy as the great, spurting pecker began to saturate her trembling pussy with hot, sticky sperm from his own orgasm. She could feel every drop of the gobby cum bursting out of the giant swollen cockhead and the sensations were so tremendous that her whole belly exploded in response to the pleasure he was giving to her.
She jammed her cunt as tightly as possible against the jerking whang inside her and her contracting fuckhole erupted with her own joyous climax.
“Eeeeeiiiggghhh!” Nora McCarthy's scream echoed around her head as the explosive searing passion in her body soared to a peak of delightful pleasure. Nora sank her fingernails into the back of the beloved stranger above her impassioned body and pulled him down hard against her heaving titties. She wanted to be smothered by his warm body, to cover her tingling nerves with a hot whang of pleasure at every tiny fuckhole of her body. She arched her spread asscheeks up to receive all of the squirting hot semen she could get and her own sticky, white twat-juice gushed up her contracting fuck passage over the jerking thick whang to spill out around its hair-covered base and run slowly down the crevice of her upturned asscheeks. It seemed to last an eternity until her body was completely drained of all its liquid.
Nora could still remember all of the special sensations that she had experienced that first time she was fucked. The wonderful feeling of their mixed juices running warmly across her asshole and down the cleft of her asscheeks to make a great pool on the bed, had stuck in her mind ever since. Of course, after that first day, Brett Stover had done many things to her that were all new, but for some reason that first fuck experience always stayed foremost in her mind. Perhaps it was because at that time, she didn't know he was a brutal creature as she had only known him for a few hours then and she had loved him. She had learned quickly about his demands on people, and even though she could never reject him when he visited her for a hot screw session, she resented the fact that she had become so dependent on him. She had disliked his wife, Margaret, from the start, but, in many ways, Nora could understand why Margaret had rejected him. It was, or course, ironic to Nora that Margaret was not only Brett, Junior's mother, but she also was more of his nursemaid than Nora had ever been. Nora quickly learned that at least inside their house, she was primarily responsible for being Brett, Senior's fuckhole and not a nursemaid for their son. Nora realized that Margaret didn't care how many affairs Brett, Senior had as long as he left her alone. And Margaret Stover was very careful to always lock her door at night. Nora accepted her position not so much out of sympathy for Margaret as for her own needs and she knew then that she had been caught up in a trap that led nowhere. When Brett, Second was in college, Stover Senior's visits to Nora became less and less frequent, then finally, they ceased altogether as Brett found younger girls to fuck with. For three years before Junior moved into his own home on Long Island and Nora went with him as his wife's personal maid, she didn't see the older Brett at all. She knew that it had been Margaret's plan for her to go to work at Junior's home, but Senior didn't stop the move since he had no more need or desire for her. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she had developed an intense loyalty to Brett Stover, Senior even though she no longer loved him. She was very conscious of it and if at any moment he had a demand of her, she would gladly and willingly do it.
Now, she glanced at her watch. The party wasn't until nine and it was only seven-forty-five. Nora had time to see Jack O'Hara, the chauffeur at the house next to hers. Nora stopped the car as she became aware of having driven past the entrance to the Hewitt's, Jack's employers, while daydreaming about the past. Turning in her seat to back the car down the narrow road to the driveway, she felt the dampness at her cunt. Her thoughts had made her excited and so she hurried along the drive that took her to the Hewitt home and to Jack. She wanted him to fuck her right away. Her daydreaming combined with the week of not seeing Jack made her more anxious than she had realized.
The Hewitt house was set well back on the property as most houses were. It was a large, rambling structure that appeared to have been built so as not to disturb the surrounding trees. She turned the car toward a building that was obviously the garages, and she could see the stairs up the side of the building which led to the apartment above, just as Jack had described it to her.
As Nora parked the car, Jack appeared at the top of the stairs and she got out and ran up to greet him. Jack was a couple of years older than her and had been a bachelor all his life. He was rather set in his ways, as he had been in the Army for years before he retired to become a civilian. He only resigned because he had put the necessary time in to collect a pension and then had met Andrew Hewitt through a mutual friend. The job that Andrew offered him sounded ideal to Jack and he had quickly put in his retirement papers.
“How do you like my new quarters?” Jack said, motioning around.
“Looks like more work to me!” Nora replied smiling. She knew it was the location that Jack was talking about, but she kidded him anyway.
“Shit, you know I never have much to do, anyway!” he said seriously. He held the door to his quarters open and motioned to her to go inside.
Nora was always surprised at how immaculate Jack kept his place, but she hadn't expected it to be as nice as it was. The place was like a one bedroom apartment, but Jack had it fixed up to look like the inside of an army bunkroom. On the polished table was waiting a bottle of chilled Cold Duck and two glasses were placed neatly beside it.
“That's just to celebrate seeing you after a week!” Jack quickly exclaimed, noticing Nora's expression of pleasure. Jack went to the table and picked up the bottle, holding it out to her. “What do you say? Do you have time?”
“Go ahead, fill my glass, they'll wait for me!” Nora replied, slipping her coat off. She was really happy to be with Jack again and she knew that the evening was going to be just as she liked it. She began undressing as Jack uncorked the bottle and poured out the Cold Duck into the glasses and was stripped all the way down to her bra and panties by the time Jack had handed her a glass.
“What shall we drink to?” Jack questioned, holding his drink up in the air.
“Let's drink to you and me,” Nora said quickly and they both clinked their glasses and downed large swallows. Nora started to set her drink down when Jack stopped her.
“Hold it, Nora! We should also drink to Andrew Hewitt for providing us with the privacy we need for our little tete a tetes.” Jack was smiling broadly as he drank down the remaining liquid in his glass.
Nora drained off the booze in her glass, then she turned around for Jack to unfasten her bra. “I've always wondered why the Hewitts never got involved in the swap gatherings? Do you know why, Jack?” Nora asked curiously.
“That young wife of his keeps him pretty busy, I guess,” Jack replied while removing her bra. He slid his hands around her ribs and grasped her full, rounded titties as she let the bra fall to the floor. “Just as well for him,” Jack continued casually. “He's working for Brett Stover, Senior you know. That's why he was able to buy this new spread out here in Northport. Mr. Hewitt is the new CPA for Stover Enterprises.”
Nora wasn't quite sure she had heard what Jack had said, as her thoughts were preoccupied with his fondling of her large boobies. She turned around to face him.
“Did you say that your boss is working now for Stover, the First?” she asked seriously.
Jack had already started to remove her panties, and he let them fall down around her ankles before answering her. He was always anxious to see the smooth-skinned texture of her shapely body, and he never could get over how young her body appeared. He thought she looked more like I thirty than her actual forty-nine years.
“That's the truth,” Jack finally said, but he wanted to get off of that subject and down to the business at hand. He started removing his own clothing after motioning for Nora to refill their glasses. “Fact is, Mr. Hewitt is over visiting with old man Stover right now,” Jack said to end the conversation.
Nora forced her attention to the pouring of the drinks.
She had to satisfy her natural curiosity about Brett Stover's business activities, but then she forgot completely about it since her cunt wanted Jack's big prick in the worse way.
Then she had to go back and serve at the party. As if those youngsters could fool her. Their “parties” were only a polite way of describing the mate-swapping group that Brett, Jr. and Victoria belonged to. On those evenings, which seemed to Nora to be occurring more and more frequently, she always had to work. Although on those evenings she usually was only required to answer the door and serve canapes, she didn't like the work involved in getting the place ready for the group. She was glad she didn't have to hang around the living room after things got going as she didn't like being an observer of something she'd just as soon participate in. At least she would like to get involved in the sexual activities. The occasions when Brett, Jr. and Victoria would provide special entertainment turned her stomach. She had felt sick when Brett had used the wife of one of his employees to entertain the group, to strip and let all of the men fuck her. Nora was sure that the young man's wife would never have allowed Brett to touch her if he hadn't been her husband's employer. To Nora that was forcing people into something they wouldn't normally do and therefore it was wrong. Nora had become so upset seeing the man carrying his hysterical wife out of the house that evening, she had nearly quit working for Brett, Jr.
But now she forgot about the wild orgies Brett and Victoria carried out in their home. She was going to have a little orgy of her own, and Jack was coming for her, his prick, huge, beautiful and beckoning.