They made it together, her cunt gripping on his blade and flexing in runs of joy, ecstatic and luscious. She just floated out of her body and away in her paroxysms of joy. The double sex made it all the better. He gripped her tightly and seeded her cunt with guttural grunts, earthy and passionate.
“Aieeeeee,” she gulped.
“Uh, Uh, Uh. Ohhhh. Uh, Uh, Uh,” he sighed.
It was a perfect mating with each unleashing the total capacity for good feeling in the other. Time and again Crystal lifted her butt to take his glorious gushes of sperm and to glove his rod and throb hungrily on it, getting her own relief and joy.
“Ahhhhhhh.”
For Henry Hunt it was perfect because, for once, in a world where things seldom came off as good as he hoped, he got his full measure of enjoyment. Crystal Locke was every bit as passionate, as sexy and as feminine as he’d hoped. Maybe more so.
Naked, she lived up to the promise of her clothed body, flawless and fuckable. She was just enough animal to be broken to cock when you took her over and just enough virginal to excite the desire to plug her trim little belly and make her take a full flood of seed.
He worked it off into her belly with ecstatic pleasure, laying every ounce of his manhood deep in her guts, holding back neither his boiling, body hot sperm, nor his depths of passion. She was total; she got total.
When he tapered and his cock spurts turned into the happy, euphoric glow of aftersex, he expired happily, pulled his cock out of her, and rested, as if he were floating on clouds near heaven.
“Best— I ever had,” he admitted.
Crystal was likewise both exhausted and glowing. The men had crazed her body with sex flames and finally let Henry quench them, and the relaxation was tremendous. She felt like a queen with all that semen pumped into her body. But she reached up and took George’s cock to finish him.
“Permission?” he asked.
She looked up at him and her eyes widened. Then she laughed in exasperation.
“Why, George— yes, if you must.”
He fucked into her right over Henry’s jissum. It was the most fantastic sex experience Crystal had ever had in her life. The double lubricant in that tight cunt was like liquid silk. George’s cock throbbed fantastically, sealed inside her cunt.
“Oh damned!” he cried. “I’ve never felt anything like this in all my life.”
“Neither— have I…” she gasped.
She’d just finished orgasming, but the feel of a new prick riding on the steaming passage so well-oiled with juices made her heat up to juice some more. Talk about lascivious, demented sex. The physical sensation was absolutely crazing.
“Oh, oh, oh— you’re so hard — hot…”
“Slippery, gorgeous— un— beee— leeev— able,” he gasped.
His loins plunged fast, as if he feared she’d change her mind. There was no chance of that. She was enraptured with this new physical sensation of being fucked right on top of another man’s sperm. She dug her heels into the couch and drummed up on Weber’s prick with faster and faster motions.
“You two nuts are freak-crazy,” laughed Hunt, watching this new exhibition. “Isn’t that right, Gunnar?”
“Crystal Locke,” said Gunnar from behind his paper, “is the hottest cunt who ever touched New York town— if you can get past her stupid ego.”
“Oh, youuuuu,” she protested. But it was no time for anger. The lusciousness of this new fuck thrilled her.
It was impossible for the action to last for long. Weber had been in a state of high stimulation from the moment he’d fucked into the girl at the door, standing her up to take his prick. Then he’d enjoyed the sight of her magnificent body being screwed by his friend and been driven half to orgasm by a luxurious suck. Now he laid it to her cunt on the slick bed of sopping juices.
She was at once tight and very slick. The friction seemed to burn through his cock shaft and fuse his brain with pleasure.
“I— oh, I can’t believe this. Take it. Take it!”
“George!” she cried. “I feel it deep.Oh, Oh, Oh!”
It wasn’t so much a new orgasm as a continuation of the one she’d just had. All of the sex thrills were just too much. She tensed for Weber and thrust up and gave a long cry of happy distress. Her cunt began to flex again on his shaft, which had already glazed.
“Here it comes!” he shouted in high excitement. Then he gave an exquisite grunt of completion.
“Ah, Eh,” she gulped as if a knife had been pressed into her flesh to make a delicate cut.
George got it off with vigorous spurts of grunting happiness. His explosion was complete and satisfying, feeling as if it came from his toes. Hot male seed spurted from his cock to add to the lubricants in the girl’s swollen chamber. He gave in to his body’s deepest needs, squirting and jerking like a madman as if the force of his seed would evaporate the jissum already there. It was a fabulous ejaculation. It left him sex-sated and dizzy on top of Crystal’s soft, yielding body.
Crystal returned the joy with the last of her own hot cunt squeezes and expired for a second time…
“I was thinking of going home,” she told Gunnar a few minutes later as she was dressed again. “I have an early day tomorrow.” Her body felt great, but her muscles felt like an old woman’s.
“Sure,” said Gunnar from behind his paper. “Take a taxi. Charge it to the company.”
“I can hardly stand your overwhelming generosity,” she said, and left, aware of the adoring looks of the two older men she’d serviced so well.
Just like a stupid hooker, she thought. But she knew she herself was mad. The truth was, she resented Gunnar behind that newspaper, being able to resist all the hot sex. She’d fought against it— but couldn’t understand why he wasn’t as entranced with her as the other two men. Crazy, crazy!
CHAPTER FIVE
Crystal opened the door to her apartment— and stopped cold. Someone was in her place, and it wasn’t Leaf, or Leaf’s friends. Leaf would not be back soon — maybe not all night. It was one of those New York nights when you stayed up till dawn, slept for two hours, and went to work, full of life and saturated with the pleasure of the night before.
No, someone was in here, and it was wrong. She felt a surge of fear. She had a gun, but it was in her bedroom, by the bed. That was the room she feared. There was no one out here.
She almost turned and fled her place for the night. There were friends, or even a hotel room. But the rooms remained silent, still…
At last she crept forward, her heart pounding. There was a light turned on in her bedroom. She peered around the door…
And jumped into the room with an angry cry: “What the Devil do you think you’re doing?”
Gunnar Strand rested comfortably in her bed. He was naked. He was propped up by pillows, still reading a newspaper. In fact, it looked like the same paper he’d had in the C-M company apartment shortly before. He wore the same cool look on his face. Somehow he’d beaten her here.
“What am I doing here, Crystal? Waiting for you,” he said.
She marched into the bedroom and stared down at him.
“I know. You want sex.”
“Well, now, I’m not likely to sleep well without it,” he said. “I’ve spent the whole evening watching other men maul your lovely body and restraining myself. First at the dinner, then at the C-M place. There’s a limit as to what a human body can stand.”
“You made me have sex with Hunt and Weber. Now you can go whistle.”
“That’s cruel, and no way to treat a business partner,” he said.
“I’m done up,” she said. “Sexually used, abused and exhausted. All for your cause.”
