managers held Sally’s arms while Danny tried to get her dress up to her thighs.
“God, look a that! She wears garters!” one of the guys muttered.
Sure enough, Sally had on a garter belt that held up her silk stockings. Her smooth white thighs were beautiful above the silk, milky white and flawless, and I guess I have a little lesbian blood in me because I got hotter than hell looking at those lovely legs. It got Danny even more hot. He seemed to go berserk when he saw the white flesh, and when he pushed her dress up far enough to see her pink panties he groaned like he was dying.
“God! Look at that!” He almost choked with passion. “I can see her fucking hairs right through her pants!”
Sally was blubbering and screaming, kicking and scratching, but somebody held her while Danny pulled off her panties.
Sally had a nice virgin cunt. Thick bushy hairs that were almost brown, and you could see the cleft of her cunt. Danny almost lost out right then. One of the salesmen decided that beautiful pussy was too much for a boy and tried to take over, but Danny was a real big lad. He knocked that salesman away as he reached for his zipper.
“Let her go!” Danny puffed. “Lemme get her on the floor!”
His trousers and under shorts came off fast, and it was easy to see we made a big mistake. Here we went to all this trouble to get Sally fucked, when I could have got Danny myself such a young and magnificent prick he had! It must have been ten inches long, a bit too slender, but the knob on it could have ripped the cunt of any woman! I tried to throw myself on the floor but somebody was holding my thighs, dry-fucking between my buttocks, and I guess we were all a little bit insane with sex right then. All but Sally. She still kept fighting and it took three people to force her to the floor.
“Stop it! You let me go! Aaahheeeee!” she kept bellowing and kicking while Danny tried to get between her legs.
Somebody else ripped off her blouse and bra until her smooth titties were exposed. It appeared no sunlight had ever reached those breasts. White as marble, pink nipples, small breasts, firm, now heaving with tenor. One of the girls, a female supervisor, lost her secret that hour. She got on those titties and began to suck with a violence I had never seen exhibited in a female before, and we all knew right then why she was not married.
But that didn’t stop Danny. He took that beautiful young cock of his and guided it right between Sally’s legs.
“Don’t you dare!” she screamed. “Don’t you put that awful thing in me! Oooohhhh! Aaaaauuggghhhh!”
Danny ignored her. He worked his cock to the lips of her cunt and started to push. As the cock-head penetrated her snatch, Sally screamed loud enough to be heard clear down to fourteenth street, and she bucked like a wild stallion.
But Danny kept at it.
He pulled her legs apart and pushed his cock deeper into her quivering cunt, and from the expression on his face, Sally must have been tight. It hurt the boy terribly, but he kept at it. Slowly that big cock was disappearing down her cunt hole, while the supervisor sucked those tits.
I could feel my own skirt being hoisted from behind, and I felt the groping hands pull my panties aside. I felt a strange pecker being inserted between my legs and I got an orgasm instantly. It was a smallish pecker, but it massaged my clitoris ever so joyfully so I orgasmed until I almost peed.
Danny had it all the way in her now. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. He was fucking Sally with slow rhythm because she was so tight it hurt, and he kind of supported himself above her with his hands– that supervisor’s head was in his way — but he fucked her good anyway. Sally kept screaming, and she kept trying to get away, but that boy rammed his cock inside of her right up to the balls.
Another thing about young studs that isn’t too good when it comes to fucking. They can’t hold very long. They get so carried away they jizz real fast, and that’s what Danny did. One minute he was fucking real slow, and the next he went to fucking with such violence it made the desk vibrate on the other side of the big room. Then he squirted in Sally. She felt it before we saw it, because she started to scream bloody murder and gave such a lunge it knocked the boy clear over against the water cooler. He sat there jizzing on the rug, with a satisfied grin on his face, and at the same time I felt the guy behind me shoot his load. It made me dizzy with pleasure for a few minutes so I lost out on exactly what happened with Sally. Except the next time I looked one of the guys from accounts receivable was on the floor, had his cock stuck in Sally, and was giving her another go. She still tried to fight it, but it was from her exhaustion that he was able to screw her. Sally had fought the boy so much she was all worn out and could hardly fight the new fucker. And maybe she figured it was already done, so what difference did it make if somebody else got it, too. At any rate, it appeared some of the other guys were gonna fuck her before it was over, and I had already got me a nice strange piece, so I left the big office to get me a cocktail. I felt real good. Even though I knew we had done a bad thing, I still felt good about it.
And even if Sally hated our guts for what we had done, there would surely come a time in her later life when she would look back and remember with a sort of thankfulness.
We weren’t prepared for what really happened after that party. Sally spent a week in the library tearing up all those important journals, and then she quit. She didn’t call the cops on us or anything, but she did send us a present. A great big beautiful plant for the office.
Poison Ivy.
CHAPTER THREE
One weekend, Sam Brodie invited Cassandra and I up to the lake near Peekskill, an hour out of New York, and near the Hudson River. After the turmoil of the city it was nice to see trees and green bushes, and watch the birds fly through the wide open spaces. But I’m a city girl and I love New York City, so I wasn’t all that impressed with the lair our gorilla friend had purchased in the country. Sure, it was nice to get away for a few days, but who in their right mind would want to live with bugs and mosquitoes miles from the theatre and a good hamburger!
Anyway, the ride was nice, except that Sam was too quiet. He never did say much at the office, but on the way to Peekskill he hardly uttered a word. I got to thinking that he was silent only because he was trying to imagine new ways to fuck us two girls. Once in awhile he’d lick his chops, and grip the steering wheel with ferccity, while his sullen eyes stared at the road as he drove on.
“He ain’t gonna beat us up or anything like that is he?” Cassandra whispered with a sort of fright as we sped upstate.
To tell the truth, I didn’t know what the hell he had in mind, and I was wishing we hadn’t come along. But a girl has to do something to keep from getting bored, and I was curious about Sam’s serpentine cock, so I gulped hard and remembered that the other girls always survived the weekend with Sam. They all survived, with a sort of awestruck horror in their expression.
The lake was quite small– like it was man-made — but there were giant trees over the countryside and lots of other cabins at the place. I didn’t feel so bad when I realized we wouldn’t be isolated with this frightening man, and when I found out we could go swimming, it made me relax a little bit.
Cassandra and I swam all afternoon, and sunbathed, and flirted with the good-looking males at the resort development. The cabins were separated by wild bushes and lots of weeds, and some families had brought their kids along. That gave me another sense of security until I began to wonder if the stories at the office were all a bunch of baloney.
That was before it got dark.
Now a girl who’s lived in the city most of her life is unaccustomed to silence. In town there’s always some kind of sound. Cars. Buses. People. Horns. Sirens. While the country life forces a girl in on herself. When the darkness comes, there are no street lights, no neon flashers, and a mind can play tricks on the imagination when it’s left to its own devices.
Cassandra felt it, too, and wondered if we would catch a bus back to town.
“I don’t think they have any buses up here,” I told her.
“Maybe we can walk back?”
