Brett Stover, Junior stared out of the huge picture window in his office. God, he was knocked out. They'd have to cut down on those mate-swapping parties, he was all fucked out. In the beginning, they were held just once a week, then twice, now they were held four times a week and it was getting a bit much.
But, fuck it all, that goddamn blonde last night was really something! He felt his prick give a half-hearted lurch as he thought of the new club member.
“These are the only papers I can find, Mr. Stover.”
Young Brett's thoughts were interrupted by his lovely secretary's appearance into his office, and he took the papers she held out to him.
“Okay! I think I have everything now, everything I'll need. Did you get my reservation for the flight?” Brett asked Caroline Brent before she left his office.
“Yes, Mr. Stover. Your flight leaves at seven this evening. They're holding the ticket for you at the airport.”
“Fine. If there isn't anything else, I'm going home to pack. I didn't expect to have to work today or to make this fucking trip either.” Brett was forgetting that his secretary had to come in on the holiday as well.
“Well, there is another thing, Mr. Stover. We've had a want ad running for a barmaid at The Oaken Bucket, the bar on East Main Street, and the interviews are supposed to be held at two o'clock this afternoon. The manager won't be in until six to open up and we still haven't hired a new assistant manager. So no one will be there to handle the applicants.”
Brett remembered that he still hadn't replaced Ira Finchley at The Oaken Bucket, a posh bar that Stover Enterprises owned, and he had to laugh to himself as he was reminded of the incident with Ira's young wife, Betty. After the guys got through screwing her, she'd almost had a nervous breakdown. And, of course, Ira couldn't say a word. He'd been screwing Victoria at the time. “Why can't the manager handle the interviews?” Brett asked Miss Brent.
“He hasn't had a day off in weeks, sir. Tonight is the busiest day of the week so I don't think he's willing to go in early.”
Brett thought about it for a moment and decided that interviewing young girls wouldn't be so bad after all. “All right. Guess I'll have to take care of it myself,” he said, knowing that she wouldn't have to call the manager now. Brett looked at his watch and saw he didn't have much time to spare if he was going to get to The Oaken Bucket by two. “You better stick around until three in case I'll need anything at the cocktail lounge,” Brett added as he stood up to go. He could see the disappointment in his secretary's eyes but he didn't care. If he was going to work, so could she!
As Brett got into his car to make the drive to the bar, his thoughts returned to the events of that morning. He was glad that the orgy the previous night had broken up earlier than usual as his father's call had come early that morning. It made him a little angry when he thought how the old man had waited until the last minute to tell him about the trip to Los Angeles. It meant that all of his plans for the weekend were finished because his father always expected him to leave a day early to be ready for business on Monday. He thought about what he might do in Los Angeles and tried to think of the name of the concert hall that had recently opened. If he could get a ticket, he decided he should go see Leonard Bernstein.
As Brett pulled up in front of the cocktail lounge, Brett noticed only one girl standing by the front entrance. He parked the car quickly, the fished in his pocket for the master key as he walked toward the girl. She was leaning up against the door, her shapely young legs crossed at the ankles. Brett looked at the mini-skirt she was wearing, not failing to notice how it accented her sexy, voluptuous body. He guessed she was about nineteen or so but the expression on her lovely face told him immediately that she had been around.
“You're here about the barmaid's job?” Brett asked as he approached the girl. She moved from the doorway and he immediately unlocked the door and walked inside.
The beautiful redhead didn't say anything but followed him inside and across the lobby to the manager's office. Brett held the curtain that hung in front of the office door aside for her and she walked in ahead of him. He followed her, leaving the door slightly ajar.
“Not much response to our ad,” Brett commented as he motioned to the girl to sit down on the leather sofa against the wall. He walked over to the desk to be able to look at her from the best possible angle. She sat with her legs uncrossed and he could clearly see the lace on her panties that covered her shapely little ass.
“There were three other girls waiting,” she said, looking directly at his eyes. She knew she was being looked at by Brett in just the way she wanted. “I got rid of them. I told them I had already gotten the job,” she added and she smiled openly, daringly at Brett.
The handsome, dark-haired Brett started laughing out loud at the girl's bold and honest statement. He couldn't help but like her attitude and looking at her he saw that she was smiling, accentuating her remarks. Her long, red hair hung straight down around her face and she lifted her hand to pull back a loose strand with her middle finger. She moved slowly and purposefully seductive, and Brett thought that she was putting it on a little too heavily. He decided to make her shell out a little pussy and he suddenly wanted to fuck her like he knew she had never before been fucked. That should show the teasing Utile slut.
“Okay, you told them you already had the job but how do you know the tutu will fit? Ah, what's your name?” Brett added questioningly.
“Christine Perkins!”
“Okay, Christine. Suppose you try it on?” Brett smiled as he saw her raise her eyebrows slightly from surprise. But then she returned his smile.
“Here?”
“Why not?” Brett realized that she was willing to go along with his request, at least to a point. He stood up and without saying any more, he went to the closet and pulled out a uniform that he figured would fit her approximately. When he turned around to hold it out for her, she was already standing up and pulling her blouse off. He dropped the skimpy outfit on the arm of the couch and stood silently where he was to watch her.
It didn't take Christine very long to get down to her bra and panties as she had very little on over them. After taking off her blouse and casually setting it on the back of the couch, she unzipped the side of her miniskirt, letting it fall down around her feet. Both her bra and panties were very bikini and Brett could see the lines of her tan where her swimsuit had covered her. She had a long, narrow waist that was accentuated by the slight flare of her hips and her young, large titties. Her tiny bra was thin, nearly transparent material and Brett could see that she didn't really need it to hold up her firm, jutting boobies. It was rather loose on her, but there were round bumps at the tips of the tiny, wispy material where her large nipples pressed into it.
Brett shifted his gaze to the red fuzz on her lower belly and down to the area of her cunny. The pink, lacey panties clearly showed the soft, red triangle of her pussy hair and her twat appeared to curve smoothly back between her tanned thighs. Her asscheeks were small, but clearly stuck out like two round ripe pieces of fruit. Brett felt his prick growing erect under his pants just from looking at her.
“Well, do you want me to try on the outfit?” she said, holding out her hand out toward Brett.
“That's okay. The uniform will fit.”
Christine smiled again at Brett and gestured at her bra and panties. “You want me to take them off?” she said. It was as much a statement as it was a question.
“No!” Brett replied and he moved closer to her. “I'll take them off.” He put his arms around Christine pulling her nearly naked body hard against him. The obscene bulge of his hard pecker pressed into the space between her firm young thighs, and he unfastened her bra before bending down slightly to kiss her on the ear. While nipping lightly at the taut cords of her neck, he ran his hands down her back until he felt the top of her panties. Slipping his fingers beneath the elastic waistband, he pulled the flimsy pink material down over the round moons of her asscheeks. He felt his elbows pushing slightly against him as if to back away and Brett realized that Christine was going to play tease and make him work for it.
“Haven't time to fool around now. I've got to catch a plane for Los Angeles,” Brett said forcefully into her ear. He didn't want Christine to act like she didn't want him to fuck him just for the fun of it. He knew she was willing to be fucked. He pulled down more on her filmy panties and they fell down her legs to the floor.
“Los Angeles! I've always wanted to go to Los Angeles,” she said in the same whispered tone.
“If you're a cooperative girl, maybe you'll get to go there someday!” Brett replied aloud. He felt her pushing against him slightly and he backed away from her to move his hand down between their bodies. He ran it across her smooth, flat belly and down toward the softly rising mound of her sparse red pussy hair. As his fingers traced the curve of her cunt mound while pressing lightly on the soft, fluffy twat, she relaxed her legs slightly to give his hand greater freedom for feeling her up. For a moment, he looked at her slightly-parted mouth and blue eyes before he kissed her hard, driving his tongue inside her warm mouth at the same time. Christine responded by sucking on his tongue, then squealed from deep within her throat as his finger wormed teasingly up into the hair-lined gash of her cunt in search of her erect clitty.
When Brett found the hardening love button, he felt her body tensing for an instant, then she relaxed and ground her screw box back against his rubbing finger. Without breaking away from his kiss, she reached for the belt to his pants and began to unfasten it. Brett thought his prick was going to push right through the material of his trousers and he was relieved to feel her hands working at getting it off of him. When she unzipped his fly the pants fell down around his ankles, followed shortly by his underpants after a brief struggle to get them free of his large, erect fuckstick. Her cool hand wrapped around the rigid cudgel of cock flesh like she was holding a huge salami and the sensation it gave him made his whang grow larger with excitement. Still working his finger around her clitty, Brett pulled her bra free of her round, jutting boobies, letting it too fall down to the floor below.
Breaking away from the kiss long enough to get a look at the beautiful, naked body, Brett was pleased with what he saw. The pink cherry nipples at the tips of her titties stuck out like ripe fruit and he bent down to take one in his mouth. He ran his tongue wetly around the hardened nipple, teasing it fully erect and then he covered the tip of her knocker with his warm mouth. He bit down hard on the nipple with his teeth as he sucked it into the depths of his mouth.
“Ooooaaaggghhh!” Christine Perkins moaned more from the pain of his hard bite than from any pleasure she felt. But the incessantly-rubbing finger on her hard clitty was sending wonderful sensations through her whole body and she felt limp from the electric jolts of pleasure in her cunt. Her legs felt as though they were shaking as the thrilling sensations danced over her jangling nerves and she could feel the flowing pussy juices forming at the opening of her fuckhole. Christine ran her hand over the hard flesh of his large, erect pecker, feeling the blood-engorged veins throbbing with his lustful excitement. When he bit down on her pink nipple again, she ran her fingernail along the sensitive base side of his whang in slow response, but it only seemed to jerk even larger in her hot, young hand.
Not able to keep from laughing to himself, Brett thought how the sexy young girl named Christine Perkins was going to react when he shoved his prick inside her tight nineteen-year-old cunt. He guessed she would scream at first but then the animal need that she so apparently had churning her twat would take over. His thoughts were of her becoming a wild, hot slut and he bit harder on her tender, pink nipple. Her hands on his fuckstick made his blood run faster and he could feel the pressure of his gobby cum flooding the twin nuts in the sac that hung down at the base of his hardened cock. When Christine rolled her hard clitty under his finger with greater force. The soft, fleshy lips of her pussy around his finger felt warm and moist and he sensed her body trembling from the passion he aroused within her. She was breathing hard and tiny groaning sounds came from her throat as he continued the playful manipulations. Then, as the thought of her hot, tight cunny wrapped like warm liver around his cock entered his mind, he could wait no longer to find the moist screwhole and drive his middle finger up inside the narrow waiting fuck passage.
Holding Christine's firm, round asscheeeks with his left hand, Brett ran his right hand's middle finger along the warm, wet flesh between the hair-lined lips of her pussy until he made contact with the moist twat opening. Slowly, he worked his finger into the soft, yielding folds of ragged cunny flesh until he had gotten the tip of his finger just inside the passage. Teasing her, Brett wiggled it there for a moment, then he jammed it suddenly upward inside her until his palm was pressed tightly against her lush, young pussy mound.
“Oh Jesus,” Christine moaned from the sensation of his fast-fucking finger. She could feel it slipping up into her tight expectant cunt like a hot, greased sausage and she grunted and ground her pussy down on his palm to feel the pleasure of his whole hand cupping her there. It felt good and began to feel even better as he started to slowly fuck his finger in and out of her clasping, young cunt. Her knees were visibly shaking as she stood with his mouth on her titty and his hand in her cunt. She held the rubbery-feeling head of his pecker in her fingers, while she deliberately stroked the hard shaft with her other hand, from its hair-surrounded base up to the taut, jerking length to the swollen cockhead glistening and purple.
Brett Stover, Junior was aware that he was practically holding the young Christine up with his hand between her legs, but he was also carefully feeling the slick tightness of her flooding screw box as he rammed his middle finger deeper and deeper into the wet, hot fuck passage. The walls of her pussy seemed to ripple over his long finger and Brett knew Christine was going to be a pleasure to fuck. The way she was stroking his prick, he realized he couldn't wait much longer to sink it where his finger was, but he first couldn't wait resist the urge to tease her hot, young shithole. The firm flesh of her asscheeks in his right hand was smooth and round. He moved his fingers around until he had them all in the damp cleft formed by her asscheeks and then he slowly spread the full fleshy white moons apart. With one finger he probed down into the smooth, hairless crevice until he felt the tightly closed ringlike mouth of her asshole. By this time Christine was moaning continually and she was now leaning against him with her legs about four feet apart. Brett tested the tight opening to her pooper by pushing his finger against it several times and then he deliberately worked his cum-juice-lubricated finger into the tiny resisting fuckhole until it was inside up to the first knuckle of his probing finger.
Screwing his finger with great effort, Brett Stover was able to push into her shithole up to the second knuckle and the hot, tight muscle around his finger seemed to relax a bit. He could feel his other finger fucking in and out of her hot twat through the thin flesh that separated the two passages and without trying to shove his finger any further into her pooper, he worked it in and out in time with his finger screwing in her soaking pussy. She let go of his pecker and like a wild, passionate animal, grabbed his head holding it tightly to her titty as she lewdly, like a striptease dancer, churned her groin down against his ramming fingers.
“Ooooohhh! Aahhhhh! Eeeiiiggghh!” Christine mewled in rhythm to the dual fuck assault of the two hungry screw passages down between her legs. She was so filled with passion that she was ready to do anything that Brett might wish her to do as long as it meant she was going to be fucked by his hardened huge whang. All of Christine's thoughts were images of being fucked in a thousand different ways and she wanted his prick now.
“Oh, fuck me! Now! Fuck me! Please! Now!” Christine begged as Brett Stover kept up the steady finger-fucking of her asshole and cunt. The palm of his hand was covered with her thick, lubricating twat juice and her tight cunt passage seemed to squeeze and bite at his screwing finger as he rammed it as deep inside her cunt as it could reach.
They had been standing in front of the leather couch for a full five minutes their clothes scattered on the floor at their feet when Brett finally lifted his head away from her firm, young knocker. He still had his shirt on and Christine took the opportunity to half-rip and half-pull it off of him. She couldn't get the shirt off his shoulders, as his hands were still buried deep between her firm, young thighs. She whipped her head back to throw her long, red hair out of her face as she tried like an angry, crazy woman to pull Brett down onto the leather couch beside her.
“Fuck, she's a hot cunt!” Brett thought as she desperately pulled at his shirt. He was leering at her with a lewd grin when suddenly Brett pulled his fingers from her hot twin fuckholes between her thighs and half-turned so she could remove his shirt. She pulled it off so fast the sleeves were turned inside out, and it landed in another heap with the rest of the clothes on the floor. Then he turned back around and stared at her feverishly-impassioned body, his enormous, erect prick pointing lewdly directly at her.
“Fuck me!” Christine groaned quickly again and she took hold of his whang to pull him down onto the couch. Startled, Brett moved closer to the couch with her but then he regained his composure.
“Bend over. I want to see that beautiful little ass of your stuck up in the air while I fuck the cum out of you from the rear,” Brett's eyes were blazing with lust for Christine as he spoke and he grabbed her wrist to loosen her grip on his iron hard pecker.
Brett's words both excited and frightened Christine, but she did as he asked without hesitation. The fire in her pussy was out of control and she had to have his whang jamming deep inside her twat. Everything else was unimportant, and she bent over with her hands braced on the couch, her feet opened wide apart. Her round, young asscheeks were presented up to her new boss in complete surrender, to do with as he willed and pleased.
Moving forward, Brett felt the pressure in his large balls becoming unbearable, and he worked his throbbing prick into the moist area between the young girl's widespread thighs. His lust-swollen whang jerked as it made tickling contact with the pussy hair lining the warm wet slit of her cunny and the image of her bent-over body excited him so much that he couldn't wait any longer. He was about to grab his hard prick to guide the huge purple head into her soft, visibly pulsating fuck passage when the girl reached back down under her body between her legs and impatiently took hold of it herself.
Grabbing the long, fleshy cudgel tightly in her hand, she parted the soft, hair-fringed lips of her wet twat with the swollen rubbery head and when it was pointed straight up into the small, quivering mouth of her cunt, she squirmed her hips obscenely back in an attempt to push her screw box onto the lust-hardened pecker.
Brett held back, screwing just the tip of his excitedly inflamed pecker up inside her fuckhole for a moment as he enjoyed watching her vainly try to wiggle her asscheeks down to take it inside herself. But then, the contact between his fuckstick and her cunt, and the sensations it gave him was too much to resist. The blood-filled column was throbbing with the urgency of being relieved by climax and he flicked his hips forward to drive the thick, swollen cockhead up inside her tightly clasping young fuck passage.
“Eeeeeiiiiggghhh,” Christine moaned as her tight pussy at first resisted the entry of his pecker. As excited as she was, his immense-sized cock was more than she thought she could take. It felt as though it would tear the twat flesh between her legs clear up to her tightly puckered asshole, but in spite of that, the pressure he exerted against her cunt became greater still.
Placing his thumbs against the flesh where her soft, inner thighs and asscheeks met, Brett pressed outward to open her cunny lips wider to ease his entry. Her tiny, puckered asshole was naked and throbbing to his gaze, but he was much more intent on concentrating on her pussy at that moment. He shoved hard forward, plunging the head of his large, fleshy pecker into the small tight space of her wetly sucking pecker passage.
“Ooooohhh!” Christine screamed at the sudden pain back between her thighs, but she screwed her hips hungrily back against the lunging assault. The walls of her cunt were stretched around the blood-engorged head of his lust-driven fuckstick like a rubber glove locked tightly around a hand. But in spite of the pain, she wanted all of the huge pecker up inside her hot, inflamed belly.
Brett Stover watched her passion-pained expression as she pushed one side of her face down into the couch. Her large boobies swung freely beneath her heaving chest, the hardened pink tips brushing back and forth across the fuzzy material of the cushions. She was still holding his whang with one hand, but her grip around it had loosened considerably. He shoved hard forward once again, this time to sink his long, hard cudgel of flesh into her clasping cunt a few more inches.
“Oh, shit! Jesus Christ Almighty! Fuck your cock into my pussy. Ohhhhh! Yessssss, that's it, fuck me!” The girl kept pushing her naked cunt back against the long, hot fuck weapon like a lust-crazed insane woman. She could feel every part and shape of the throbbing pecker as it plowed deeply into her ever-stretching passage. All the nerves in the walls of her pussy sent the sensations of the plunging whang to her brain and her insides were being quickly stretched out to accommodate the screwing monster in her twat.
Brett felt the tight muscles in the wet passage relax slightly, and gritting his teeth, he shoved hard forward to mercilessly plunge his large, pulsating prick deep into the liquid depths of her hot, young belly. As his cock quickly sank in the remaining inches, she jerked forward on the couch, making her fuckhole even more open to the savage thrust. His pelvis crashed with a thud into the open crevice of her firm, young asscheeks as his cock hair pressed hard against her nakedly exposed shithole.
“Jesus Christ, it's so good,” Christine groaned half into the couch as her face was shoved forward by his vicious fuck lunges. The giant, swollen, purple head felt as though it was pressing hard into her trembling womb deeper than she had imagined it could ever go. The initial pain was horrendous and she was afraid to move for fear if might start up again. Yet, she could feel his cock hairs pressing against her tiny asshole and that small sensation seemed to offset the pain after a moment. It was as much the idea of being totally exposed to his obscene fucking as it was from the presence of his huge dong. The final plunge had hurt Christine and she wasn't sure if the throbbing she felt in her pussy was from her own excitedly pumping blood or from his pulsating prick. For a minute Christine was too frightened to move and find out.
Brett Stover stared down at the smooth white skin of her trembling asscheeks with his huge cock pressing hard against it. The line of the end of her bikini tan swept over the curve of her asscheeks as if to point at the mound of his prick hair. She was holding absolutely still, but the pressure in his balls grew from the gentle throbbing sensation her tight little twat made around his now fully erect whang. The warm, wet depths of her cunt felt good to him and slowly Brett flexed his immense pecker, causing the purple head to swell larger inside her.
“Aaaaaaggghhh!” Christine screamed as she felt the hardened dong head pressing harder against her belly. But the pain wasn't like she had expected it might be and she felt relieved by it. The flexing inside her belly continued steadily for several long seconds and gradually the pain was forgotten and replaced by the burning, hot sensations that had excited her so tremendously just a moment before now.
Brett Stover watched the young red-haired girl he was interviewing squirm helplessly back against his prick for a moment, then he slowly began withdrawing his long, rigid fuckstick from the depths of her womb. Then, she was like a hungry beast as she backed up to try to keep it inside the slick, clasping walls of her moistly sucking fuckhole. Brett pulled back until just the tip of his prick remained inside the soft, bearded cavern of her cunny and then, spreading her asscheeks wide with his thumbs, he lunged forward again to drive his lurching pecker back into the tight fuck passage with greater force.
“Ooooohhhhh, that's it! Yessssss! Fuck me just like that!” Christine grunted in a deep husky voice. Her animal-like body was like warm flesh at the end of his enormous prick as it melted like warm butter up the full length of his plunging whang.
“Oh, shit! Oh, Christ, Brett! Fuck me! Fuck me! Tear my cunt apart, you motherfucker!” She moaned into the couch. She fucked her hot cunt back as his long prick began fucking in and out of her with an urgency born of lusting hunger. She looked back under her swaying cunt and torso to see an upside-down view of his long, venous column of prick flesh plunging into her wet, clasping cunt. The ragged pink flesh around his driving shaft moved inside as the full length sank deep into her hot fuckhole. The twin sacs of his bull's balls slapped forward when his pelvis crashed into her open womb and she saw that they were tight with the pressure of his sperm swimming inside them. She continued watching as though mesmerized by a swaying snake as he withdrew his fuckpole, her twat lips pulling out with the hard dick as if trying to suck it back inside her. Then it sank into her again, filling her belly with the throbbing heat-of his rigid cock like a hot tong rammed into a smoldering fire.
Brett Stover became more and more excited as he watched the young Christine he was horrendously fucking turn into a wild, hot slut. The words she kept mumbling in a low, almost pleading voice were every description Brett had ever heard for fucking and he rammed his prick harder and harder into her steaming tight pussy. The wet walls of her steaming passage seemed to actually caress his plunging cudgel of cock flesh with a waving motion as he fucked it deeper and deeper inside her hot, youthful belly. He kept slamming his pelvis into her exposed twat as if trying to batter her entrails to pieces. Her round asscheeks lifted up into the air and flattened against his pelvis as he pushed his hard pecker with all the force he could muster. Her obscene moans became louder and louder as he fucked into her with all his strength.
The tremendous sensations emanating from her pussy pounded through her entire body to crash into Christine's head. Her mind was hazy from the passionate pleasure she was experiencing but still, in spite of her overwhelming desire, reached back between her thighs to grasp the extended double sacs containing Brett's large balls. They felt both hot and cold in her hand and she furiously rubbed and pulled them wanting to milk the hot sticky semen they controlled and contained, to have it shooting madly up into her hungry cunt. The huge nuts seemed to respond to her gentle squeezes as he felt the gobby sperm within them surging, anxious to get out, anxious to squirt way up inside her boiling hot belly.
“Shoot it into me, give me your cum. Fuck your prick deep into me, please!” begged Christine greedily for Brett to reach his orgasm as she was ready to erupt at any time. Her trembling twat felt like it might explode into a million pieces if she had the sensation of feeling just one blast of his hot sperm.
The building pressure in his quaking balls became tremendous as Christine continued to excitedly fondle them in her warm, soft hand and Brett stared down at her squirming asscheeks that seemed to churn against his hard-driving pecker. Brett could clearly see the brownish rubbery ring of flesh in the cleft of her asscheeks and it looked as though her shithole was puckering with each vicious thrust of his long fuckstick in her panting pussy. He placed his middle finger against the tiny, tight circle of her asshole and slowly, he worked the tip inside, feeling the muscle tighten at first and then subjugately relax, Holding back for a second, Brett waited for the right moment and then as he felt her poophole relax, he jammed his middle finger all the way inside her asshole until he could shove it no further.
“Ohhhhh! Dear Christ in Heaven!” Christine screamed from the sudden pain in her ass. She automatically tightened her shithole against the finger entering her ass, but it sank deep inside her anyway.
Brett didn't waste any time, but began fucking his finger in and out of her asshole in time with his prick fucking into her writhing wet cunt. Her head was now bounding against the back of the couch as he viciously drove the two fleshy fucksticks into her body. Her head was twisting from side to side in her mixed ecstasies of pain and pleasure and she released her vise-like grip on his balls.
“Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! You sonofabitch! Fuck me deep and hard!” Christine screamed and pleaded as her cunt and ass were ravished by his ferocious prick stabs. She experienced a thrilling pleasure from his finger jabbing deep in her nakedly exposed asshole, and she fucked back against him for all the delicious joy it gave her.
Delirious with the excitement of seeing the beast-like response his fucking brought from the beautiful young girl, Brett thought this whole body was driving up inside her magnificent pussy and he fucked into her with an ever greater force. The tight ring of flesh that surrounded the opening to her shithole folded in and out as his finger worked with equal intensity to the throbbing whang. He knew he couldn't hold back his climax much longer as the sensation in his own balls was building with each long drive of his blood-engorged dong into the depths of her hungry young pussy. She was fucking her ass back against his groin with wild animal abandon and he knew that she, too, was near that peak of orgasm.
“Eeeeeiiiggghhh! Ooooohhhhh! Aaaagghhh!” Christine mewled over and over as the sensations in her twat reached greater and greater heights. The flesh-covered telephone pole in her twat was driving her insane with pleasure, when suddenly her whole body started shaking violently and she arched her belly back hard against the hard, fleshy cock. With one tremendous spasm in the pit of her belly, her pussy burst with her cum like a gigantic tidal wave had suddenly covered her entire body.
“O-h-h-h-h! God! I'm cuming! I'm cuming! A-h-h-h-h! E-e-e-egggh!”
Christine's screams seemed to come from everywhere as her entire body jerked crazily against his huge swollen pecker. She bucked and twisted and bounced as her body filled with the passion of her orgasm. Her white-hot pussy juice poured out around the deeply buried head of his prick and splashed along its full length like a raging ocean of lust. Her twat walls rippled in great waves as the white liquid cum spilled out around the thick base of his whang to mat down his cock hair in sticky clumps. The pink fleshy cockhole contracted again and again and she screamed her pleasure with deep-throated echoes of fuck joy.
Feeling the hot, white juice of her climax around his prick was all it took to set off that climbing cycle of pleasureful climax in Brett's balls. He shoved his hips hard forward, lifting her feet off the floor and nearly battering her head through the back of the couch, as his cum started to make the insane swim from his balls to the tip of his jerking pecker. The fantastic sensation in the base of his dong grew higher and higher as the hot pecker fluid ran up its length to squirt like a spewing geyser out the swollen cockhead. Brett threw his head back and shoved forward again as his pecker erupted with its hot, life-giving pleasure.
Christine felt the surge of pulsating pressure move up the length of the long pecker that her pussy was contracting around and she shoved back to meet the tremendous burst of passionate pleasure. The first blast of his hot sperm felt like an ocean of molten lead crashing deep inside her womb, and it started her cum all over again.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit! I'm aiming again! Oh, fuck me, fuck me good!” The hot, spewing prick seemed to swell up against every part of her pussy and her womb jerked in answer to its driving, hot cum fluid. Each burst of the hot sperm felt like a million needles punching every nerve in her body, and her own cum exploded out around the hard, erupting whang to mix gleefully with its own erupting pleasures.
As Brett's climatic pleasure reached its peak, he still had his finger jammed deep in her still hotly clenching asshole, his hand trapped there by the force of his pelvis against her asscheeks. He could feel the spasmodic contractions of her pussy both from his exploding cock and from his finger in her shithole and it made him even wilder with excitement. His cum kept spurting out of the head of the pecker like there was no end to it, and with each sensational jerk, Christine's obscene, lascivious mewls became louder and louder. Their mixed cums were pouring out of her battered fuckhole to cover their thighs with sticky warmth. As more and more juice rolled out, it ran down their legs to stain the leather couch and carpet with gobby puddles.
When the last of Brett's sperm had travelled up the length of his huge prick, the satisfying explosion complete, Brett Stover fell forward across Christine's still upturned asscheeks. She lay flat on the couch to her side and he moved with her to keep his shrinking pecker inside her satisfied twat. Finally, able to get his weight off his feet, he stretched out beside Christine and pulled his finger from her still tightly grasping asshole.
“Ooooh! That's so damn good! Sooooo gooood!” Christine wiggled her asscheeks as if in gratitude for the pleasure his finger had given to her and she reached down between her wet thighs to fondle his huge balls as a token of her satisfaction. “Do I get the job?”
Brett Stover's slowly deflated prick pulled out of her wet cunt, making a slurping nose as it limply fell and hung across his leg. They both lay there in complete silence, breathing deeply to calm themselves once more. “Sweetie, you had the job the minute I saw you!” was all he could say in answer to her question.
Shortly after lunch, Margaret Stover had been relieved when her son's butler had answered the phone. She didn't like to talk to Nora or to Victoria and if either one had answered she would have hung up the phone without talking. But since Gerald had answered, she asked for Brett and learned that Brett had already left the house. Margaret thought Brett had gone to his office and instead of calling, Margaret decided to drive there. She hadn't seen her son in several days and to Margaret it was a good opportunity to visit him without having Victoria around.
It was a scorching day, but the traffic was light, so Victoria drove to the Stover Building in record time with the car air-conditioning on full blast. When she got out after parking the car, the warmth of the day was very noticeable. The abrupt change from cool to warm air always made her more aware of her pussy and she somehow liked the excited feeling it gave her. The interior of the building was cool and she walked quickly to the elevator. She liked the elevators in the building as they had mirrors on one side and after touching the top floor button, she checked her appearance as the elevator rode up. She was wearing a blue linen designer's dress which she particularly liked as it showed off her shapely legs while at the same time created the illusion of a see-through, but she had on flesh-colored bra and panties because of her modesty.
Stepping out on the top floor, Margaret turned to her left and headed down the hallway at a slower pace. She hesitated for a moment outside Brett's secretary's office, listening for any activity inside, but hearing none, she knocked on the door before going in without waiting for a response.
Brett's secretary was sitting at her desk putting makeup on and she looked startled until she recognized Margaret. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Stover,” she said, with a tone of surprise in her voice. Margaret rarely visited the office during the week.
“Good afternoon. Is Brett in his office? I'd like to see him,” Margaret continued without hesitation. She never wasted small talk on the office employees.
“No, Mrs. Stover! He just left a few minutes ago. I'm afraid you just missed him,” she said, regaining her composure.
“Was he going to his home?” Margaret didn't like playing guessing games and she gave the secretary a look of impatience.
“He had to go over to The Oaken Bucket to interview job applicants for barmaid. I'm sure you can find him there.”
“Thank you, good bye,” Mrs. Stover said over her shoulder as she was heading back toward the door and the elevator beyond. Margaret's abrupt manner around office employees stemmed mostly from her feeling that they all knew about her real relationship with her husband. She was sure that some of Brett, Senior's fuck partners were on the office payroll and she figured correctly that the word had traveled the office grapevine. That was the main reason Margaret rarely visited the office during weekdays, as the looks she got from most of the employees made her feel embarrassed and nervous. Her son's secretary was no exception.
Getting back to her car, Margaret headed for The Oaken Bucket once again cooling off with the blowing air conditioner. She hadn't been to the cocktail lounge for some time and she never had reason to drive through the bar strip district so she twice had to turn around for having gotten onto the wrong streets. Margaret had lived in the New York area all her life, but she was amazed and confused by the growth of the new residential districts. When she finally found The Oaken Bucket, she was relieved to see Brett's car parked in front. She parked in a space ahead of it and walked hurriedly to the front of the posh bar.
Shading her eyes against the sun's glare, she looked into the cocktail lounge and seeing no one, tried the door. It was unlocked so she went inside. The interior seemed stuffy and even warmer than it had been outside and she waited for a moment for her eyes to adjust fully to the darkened bar.
She was about to check the manager's office when she was startled by a noise. It seemed to be coming from the manager's office and Margaret was sure it was a human moan. All sorts of images flashed through her mind as she imagined that Brett might be hurt, but in spite of her fright, Margaret moved quietly toward the direction she thought the sound came from. She was beginning to think that someone had come in to rob the bar and somehow Brett too had been hurt in the process. She was thinking, too, that someone might still be around so she was shaking by the time she stood in front of the office door.
Margaret waited for a moment to see if the sounds were coming from within one of the rest rooms, but when she heard another moan that was even louder than the first, she was sure it had come from behind the curtained office at the far end of the cocktail lounge. The sound was more like a high-pitched scream, and Margaret was really apprehensive about finding the source of the sound. It had seemed like a cry of someone being tortured, and she moved even more slowly toward the curtained office.
When she was just a few feet away, she could see a split in the heavy drape in front of the door that was more worn than the rest of the curtain, and she moved toward it, her shaking hand outstretched as if to protect herself. Margaret hesitated for a moment before parting the material to have a look beyond it, then as she heard another moan she pulled the curtain back slightly to see what was going on.
A jolting-chill slammed through her pussy as her eyes focused in on the image of naked bodies beyond the half-open door. She would have turned and run if her legs could have followed her instincts, but the shock of what she was seeing kept her frozen to the spot. For an instant she thought she was surely going to faint and the sound of Christine's words rang in her head.
“Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Yes, oh fuck me!” Margaret dropped the curtain in front of her eyes in shocked horror. She had never seen anything like the spectacle in her life. The fucking images stayed indelibly impressed in her mind as Margaret closed her eyes to fight out the feeling of fainting on the spot. She had seen a girl bending over with her hands braced on a couch with her asscheeks stuck back up against a naked man's pelvis. Margaret's whole body shuddered at the thought and her heart pounded wildly from the nerve-electrifying realization of what was happening. A confusion of thoughts whirled through her mind as, in spite of her shock, she felt physically an excitement from what she had momentarily witnessed. She had looked in on two people engaged in the private act of fucking, an act she herself had never seen before. She knew that she had to leave the cocktail lounge right then, but she didn't move from where she stood. Her cunt tingled deliciously from the thought of being vicariously involved in the obscene act going on the other side of the curtain, and with a trembling hand, reached out again to part the drape. Margaret had forgotten about her search for her son in the excitement of the moment and when she glanced then through the curtain and beyond the half-open door, the realization of who the man was fucking this beautiful redhead hit her!
The girl's moan was muffled slightly as her face was pressing into the couch and the man standing behind her had his huge prick sunk all the way up into her, his pelvis tight against the girl's white grinding asscheeks. Margaret hadn't noticed the man's face before, as she had only made a narrow opening in the curtain, but as she moved her eyes closer to the peephole, she had made, she saw that the man was Brett, her son! She was watching her own son furiously fucking with some girl!
Margaret's mind was filled with delirious emotions. She knew she shouldn't be watching the fuck act, but she also, for some strange unknown reason, wanted to watch it! Her pussy was stirred to an excitement she knew was wrong, but she couldn't resist the feeling either. For an instant, she glanced back into the bar from the fear that someone might be watching her in the act of peeking in on the obscene fuck act in the office. But the bar was empty and quiet and Margaret turned her attention back to Brett.
Now her son was standing still, but the girl was whimpering quietly as if in pain. Then, Brett began to draw his long, thick fuckstick from the depths of the girl's belly and Margaret stared as the girl seemed to raise her asscheeks up to it just as Brett shoved his pecker back inside her trembling cunt.
“Ooooohhh, shit, shit, shit! Fuck me! Fuck me!” the girl screamed and Margaret felt excited by the lewd words the girl was shrieking wildly.
“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me good! Fuck me! Tear my cunt open, you motherfucker!”
The girl was like a wild beast at the end of Brett's fucking prick, and Margaret felt her body shaking from the sheer thrill of the screw she was watching. The air in the cocktail lounge seemed warm and muggy and Margaret was perspiring as she drew in heavy deep breaths. She felt a tremendous guilt sensation but she couldn't tear herself away from the furious fuck scene going on in front of her. It was as if she was seeing her own loving son for the first time and it made her cunt come to life. She could see the deeply muscled cheeks of his asscheeks tightening and loosening as he rammed his long, erect prick in and out of the passionate young girl's twat. His thighs were taut from the effort he was expending and although Margaret couldn't see his eyes, she imagined how sadistic they must look. The girl he was fucking was completely at his mercy.
Margaret was suddenly aware of her own twat reaction to the lewd fuck session as she felt the moisture forming between the pussy lips. Her clitty was tingling with thrilling sensations and she could feel the nipples on her titties harden against the soft material of her bra. Every inch of her skin seemed alive and writhing with sexual stimulation, while her eyes were popping wide from the excitement of the fucking before her.
Margaret ran her tongue wetly over her sensuously red lips as she stared at the driving cudgel of hardened cock flesh that protruded from the bush of Brett's dong hair. His fuckstick was long and thick, the big veins purple and swollen with blood, and the stretched skin was glistening with the lubricating juices of the girl's red-haired cunt. Brett was ramming his hard whang into the girl's young flooding pussy with tremendous force and the girl, who looked barely twenty, reached up between her legs to caress his bloated balls. Margaret had never imagined his prick would be so gigantic and she was astonished that it could slide so easily into the young girl's cunny. The girl was mumbling obscene words at Brett and Margaret became even more excited than she could ever remember having been before.
The girl and Brett were so close to her, Margaret felt as though she were part of the fuck scene. She could clearly hear the slamming, slapping sound of Brett's pelvis against the cheeks of round, young, quivering flesh he held open. The girl was looking back between her legs at his driving prick while she fondled his balls like she would milk out all the juices they contained. Margaret could not resist the tremendous urge that overcame her body and her senses. She just had to touch her own pussy to feel the flesh down between her legs that was hot and soaking wet too.
Keeping her eye close to the slight opening in the curtain, Brett's mother ran her hands slowly down across the short blue linen dress that clung to her sensitive body. When she felt the naked flesh of her thighs, she ran her hands back up over her hips, raising her dress as she reached for the elastic top of the flesh-colored panties. Finding it, she rolled the filmy material down until it circled her thighs just an inch below her passion-moistened cunny. The air still seemed hot and heavy, but the uncovering of her pussy raised her excitement to even higher levels as she spread her legs apart and felt the air flow between her delicate thighs. She ran her right hand with palm flat against her sensitive skin down across the soft, dewy tangle of her black-colored twat hair and over the sloping curve of her cunt. Slowly Margaret worked her middle finger into the tight flow of her screw box parting the hair from the narrow gash until her finger made delicious contact with her hardened clit. Margaret almost groaned out loud from the pleasure of the electric sensation that bolted through her impassioned body. With her other hand, she instinctively touched her titties and she could quickly feel her heart pounding fast beneath the twin mounds of white tit flesh.
“Fill my belly with your cum! Give me all your gobby sperm! Fuck me, please!” the red-haired girl screamed, and Margaret felt the excitement of her obscene begging. Brett was ramming his pecker into the girl's hot cunt with the fury of an insane man and Margaret couldn't resist the urge to have her finger inside her own twat. She ran her own middle finger teasingly along the moist gash of hot pink flesh until she felt the damp opening to her uterus. Margaret Stover had never before been so stimulated by anything sexual and she was surprised by the ease with which she could part the pussy hair and work her finger inside the opening of her cunt. It felt so good, she wormed her finger up inside the tight walls of her twat as far as her finger could reach and she held it still for a moment to linger in the sensation. But the sight of Brett, her own son fucking the young red-haired girl was controlling her thoughts.
So she began to saw her finger in and out of her pussy in time to Brett's fucking of the girl. Then, she began to saw her finger in and out of her pussy in time to Brett, without breaking the rhythm of his prick driving into the girl's shithole. The girl let out a scream as Brett suddenly sank his finger all the way up into the tight, warm depths of her asshole.
Margaret felt a burning sensation ignite in her own belly like she had never felt before. She could almost feel the sensation the girl was feeling as Brett started ramming his finger in and out of her asshole. It was like a dream to be filled at every pore with warm flesh and Margaret wasn't surprised as she watched the girl arch her asscheeks up against the double assault as if to silently plead for more. Margaret added a second finger to the one already working in her burning, twitching pussy.
Margaret didn't quite understand what was happening to the girl, but it was apparent that the redhead was nearing some tremendous peak of pleasure that she, Margaret Stover, had never experienced in her life. She felt a juicy tinge of jealousy as she saw the tremendous pleasure the girl was getting from Brett. The girl's entire body was thrashing and bouncing on the leather couch beneath the driving force of the large prick fucking into her. She was grunting wildly and moaning as each stroke was slamming into her clasping cunt while his finger worked with equal fury in her asshole. When the girl suddenly lurched back against Brett, Margaret was startled to see her body violently erupting with great spasms as she screamed out her orgasm.
Margaret was aghast by what she was witnessing and she was so enthralled with the burning sensation in her own pussy that she wondered if the key to the experience the girl was having was Brett's finger in her asshole. Margaret was so caught up in the scene that she reached behind the smooth, round globes of her asscheeks and carefully ran her finger down the smooth, yielding cleft toward her own asshole. She continued fucking her two fingers in and out of her warm twat and just as she saw Brett begin to climax, she pressed her finger against the tight ring of flesh at the opening to her shithole. Her long fingernail pressed into the sensitive flesh and she nearly screamed aloud from the pain. It bolted through her body like a jolt of burning lightning and she was knocked back into the reality of what she was doing to herself.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, what am I doing to myself?” Margaret thought as she reluctantly pulled her wet fingers from her cunt. Beyond the thick drapes, the redhead and Brett were at the peak of their mutual orgasm and Margaret Stover turned away while she quickly pulled her panties back in place. She felt humiliated at having observed her own son's fucking the redhead as well as her own finger-fucking and she quickly crossed the cocktail lounge and went outside as quietly as possible.
Getting back into the air-conditioned comfort of her Imperial didn't stop the itching sensation that still burned in her pussy but all Margaret could think about was how she would ever get through the day without a prick to give her release. It had been so many years since her husband had fucked her and at the moment she had no lover. Also, her conscience was bothering her because she had enjoyed the fuck scene she was watching and even wished that it had been her instead of the redhead bending over before Brett, her son!
Margaret went home and took a cold shower. She completely forgot the reason she went to The Oaken Bucket. In fact, she forgot everything except her own bodily demands. She realized she was missing a lot from life and decided to get herself a lover, whatever the price. And as she drifted off in her usual afternoon nap, she thought-maybe that lover will be Brett!