She felt the cock in her ass began to withdraw. The backward-flaring cockhead seemed to scrape her sensitive shit chute. The pain in her rectum vied with the sensuous delight she was once again getting from eating Kathleen Windsor's steaming pussy.
Then suddenly only the head of Harry's cock remained plugged into her asshole. She relaxed a little. That wasn't so bad! She slipped her tongue into Kathleen's cunt hole and felt the spongy walls of her pussy close in about it. The flavor of cunt was strong and succulent.
With a grunt of passion, Harry drove his cock balls-deep in his secretary's ass. Her scream, partially muffled by his sister's slavering cunt, was edged with pain and almost unspeakable passion.
He started to fuck the redhead's ass in earnest. His cock fairly flew in and out of the tight "O" of her asshole. Her shrill cries of pain and pleasure thrilled thunderously into Kathleen's cunt.
"Aaaaaayaaaahhhhhh!" Kathleen wailed. Her fingers locked like steel pincers on her captive's head. Then Elaine felt a noose of oiled silk draw tight around her tongue, deeply buried in the blonde-furred pussy. Kathleen's cunt felt like it tried to suck Elaine's tongue into itself. The steady trickle of pussy oils became a torrent. The blonde-haired girl was coming!
Muscles stood out on Elaine's bound arms as her own body tensed in preparation for the climax she felt building in her cunt. She took a deep, pussy-perfumed breath. The muscles of her ass tightened about the pistoning shaft of Harry's prick.
A volcano of come erupted into her ass tunnel.
Harry's cock rammed full-length into her shit chute with a gurgle of jism. The white come seared her asshole like the blast of a flame thrower.
She came.
Her orgasmic screams sent Kathleen off into a wild paroxysm of joy. Her pussy wrenched at the redhead's probing tongue. The taste and feel and erotic electricity of Kathleen's orgasm set off a stunning, never-ending series of climaxes in Elaine's cunt.
She felt Harry's big prick pumping huge wads of jism in to her now-greedy ass. The stinging acid-feel of the jism in her ass added a delicious edge to her ecstasy. Briefly, fleetingly, she was happy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Elaine looked up at her boss' face. It was the face of a stranger. "I-I can't," she said.
An angry flush tinged Harry's tan checks. "You don't have any choice," he said tautly.
Elaine hung her head.
"Explain it to her again, Harry darling," Kathleen said. She was sitting in a leather-upholstered chair. She looked elegant in her knee-length culottes and a filmy, long-sleeved blouse. It was hard to recognize her with her clothes on, Elaine thought sarcastically.
Harry sat down on a corner of his big broad desk and crossed his legs. He clasped his hands over his knee and looked down at his red-headed secretary. She refused to look at him.
"It's this way," he said. "You fucked me. You enticed me into fucking you in the ass. You even forced my dear sister into letting you eat her pussy."
Elaine's temper flared. "That isn't true! You know it isn't!"
Harry smiled. "But it's Kathleen's and my word against yours, honey. And I'm a successful, well-respected, young attorney, and Kathleen is my blushing, virgin sister. Who'll be believed?"
Elaine shook her head. There was nothing to say.
"Now, in our liberated society, these things aren't against the law any longer," Harry continued, as if lecturing a class of not-too-bright law students. "But surely you know what attitudes are like in our community. Such things aren't taken lightly by public opinion in this town, even if no wrong is done in the eyes of the law. You'd be a marked woman if even a hint of this got out."
It was true. Too true. Elaine knew it. People, would look at her as though she were a cheap hooker when she walked down the street. She'd find that, somehow, no employers were looking for qualifications such as hers. Of course, if Harry's version of the story got out there'd be a certain amount of scandal, and Harry's standing might suffer slightly – but only very slightly. He was a young, handsome, available attorney-at-law. How could a healthy young male resist the temptations of a loose-moral seductress?
She was trapped. She sniffled. Her ass still smarted from the brutal treatment it had received the day before. Her asshole was as sore as her ass cheeks. She'd gotten off on having Harry ass fuck her as she ate his sister's cunt, but the pain in her raw ass was making her pay!
Harry stood up. "Well, baby, it's getting late," he said, checking his expensive digital watch. "You'd better run along. You know where to go."
Kathleen gave Elaine a sweet smile as she walked out. The blonde's nipples were visible inside her sheer blouse. They were erect against the snowy backdrop of her tits.
"A Miss Thomas to see you, Mr. Wellborn." The secretary, a tall, willowy woman, opened the door and gestured to Elaine to go into the office. She gave the redhead a cool, studied look and went out. The door closed after her.
Hesitantly, Elaine looked toward the man behind the desk. At least he's not ugly, she thought. In fact, he was exactly the opposite – if you liked older men.
Bennington Wellborn rose from his swivel chair and extended his hand. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Thomas?" he beamed. "Harry told me a good deal about you."
Elaine took his hand. It was dry and firm. At the mention of her employer she blushed furiously, but deep inside her she felt a stirring of interest in this tall and slender lawyer.
Wellborn's hair was silver-gray. His skin was as deeply tanned as Harry's, and the eyes that looked out of his rugged looking face were a startling blue. His years hadn't decayed him any. Rather they seemed to have refined him into a fit, self-assured, good-looking man.
At a gesture from a well-manicured hand Elaine sat and primly crossed her legs. "Tell me about yourself," Wellborn said with a dazzling smile.
It was easy for Elaine to talk to this man. She talked about her girlhood, her innocence in high school and college, how she had come to work for Raeburn, Martin, and Windsor, Harry's firm.
Throughout, Wellborn listened attentively, from time-to-time nodding his silver head and murmuring words of encouragement. Without meaning to, she blurted out the story of how she and Harry had made love that first time, when she was still a virgin. And then she went on to tell what had happened yesterday with Harry and his sister Kathleen!
Wellborn shook his head, clucking his tongue sympathetically. "Poor child," he said softly. "You poor, poor child."
He got up and walked around his desk to stand beside the secretary. Suddenly tears burst from Elaine's eyes. He patted her on the shoulder and pressed his expensive linen handkerchief into her hands. She took it and blew her nose loudly.
This wasn't what she had expected. She let her fear and sorrow pour out of her. Mr. Wellborn was a nice man, a strong and kind and fatherly man. He understood what had happened to her, how cruelly she had been tricked and betrayed.
Maybe he could help her get out of Harry's clutches!
Elaine felt a stirring of hope. She dabbed at her eyes and looked up at the attorney. He was standing with his back to her, looking out the window at the city streets below.
"That's the problem with the world today," he said distantly. "There's just too little discipline. People think they can get away with anything they take into they heads."
He turned to face the girl, looking down at her as though from a great height. "Far too many young people have gone astray because of a lack of discipline," he intoned. "But perhaps – just perhaps – I can save you from the abyss into which you are headed."
Elaine's heart soared. "Oh yes!" she cried. "Help me! Please, please – help me!"