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CHAPTER SIX

The next day, when Ed came into Eric's office to prepare for his day in court, the big man acted as if he hardly knew Becky. She wore an especially alluring dress, one which accented the full curve of her lush tits, the neckline dropping just far enough to allow a tiny half-moon of rosy areola to peek out.

"Good morning, Rocky," Ed said to her in a businesslike monotone.

She knew he was starring at her deep cleavage, but the sexy sight of her big tits seemed to have no effect on him. Becky had worn the revealing dress especially for him, to try and buck up his spirits before the trial – and also to show her appreciation for the previous evening's hot activities. Becky looked longingly at his crotch, but there was no evidence of a hard-on. She was very disappointed.

"Hello, Ed," she replied, winking knowingly. "I hope everything goes all right today."

Ed leaned over her desk and shook his head slowly back and forth. "I don't know," he sighed. "I just don't know if I should go through with this whole thing. You see, after last night."

"Well, Ed! Good to see you. You're looking chipper this morning." Eric walked out of his office carrying the file folder Becky had brought him the day before from Caroline Harris' office. He seemed pleased to see the big man and slapped Ed briskly across his shoulder. "I tell you, old buddy, this divorce will be a piece of cake. It's in the bag, I tell you."

"That's great, Eric," Ed replied. "Just great." But Becky noticed a strange lack of conviction in Ed's voice. She chewed nervously on the eraser of her pencil and thought about what might be troubling Eric's client. It seemed curious to her that Ed should be acting so down-in-the-mouth since the night before he had been robust and energetic, big her with load after load of his hot cum until almost sunup. Then again, she thought, maybe the man was just tired. After all, he did use up a lot of energy in the process of satisfying both Becky and his horny wife Cathy. In fact, Becky was amazed that Ed had been able to fuck and suck and shoot off as many hot loads of jism as he had.

"Well, today's the big day," Eric continued. "Why don't we go grab a bite to eat and then walk on down to the courthouse? Yes sir, Ed. It won't be long before you'll be a free man."

Ed just nodded and followed Eric's lead as the young lawyer guided him to the door.

"Good luck," Becky said, thrusting her tits out in one last attempt to cheer the big man up.

Ed smiled wanly and then just stared back down at the floor.

"So, you're in charge until I get back," Eric told her. "The trial probably won't be over until late this afternoon. I'm leaving the office in your hands. I'm sure you can handle it."

Becky smiled broadly at her boss. "Don't worry about a thing," she said.

Then she thrust her delicious tits out in Eric's direction, hoping to get a rise out of somebody. He took the bait and smiled appreciatively as his eyes bulged to take in the succulent sight of Becky's huge thrusting tits. When Becky saw the sudden bulge in his trousers she was satisfied.

A pleasant warmth began surging through her pussy. Even though she had been fucked senseless the night before, she was still ready for more. She could hardly wait for Eric's return after the trial. All morning she had been dreaming about a celebration fuck-orgy. She just hoped the trial would be over as soon as possible. So she could get her daily dose of big hard cocks.

Judging from the glint in Eric's eyes, Becky figured he was thinking along the same lines. Giving his cock a gentle squeeze that only Becky could see, he winked at his new secretary and then ushered Ed out the door and into the hallway.

After the door closed behind them, Becky sighed deeply. She reached up under her short skirt and began teasing her puffy pussylips with her pencil eraser. She kept pencil-fucking herself until her cunt began creaming a slow hot ooze of juice. Her hips squirmed in her chair as jolts of lust streamed through her fiery cunt.

Just then she had an unsettling thought, interrupting the progress of her sizzling masturbation. Remembering Ed's sad face made her stop thinking about her own pleasure. She wished she could have done something to cheer him up before he left. She had even planned to give him one or her super-hot blowjobs if he had wanted one.

But obviously something more than the need to shoot his cum had been bothering him. Slapping the slick pencil down on her desk blotter, Becky decided she would do a little investigating of her own into this case. She grabbed her purse and locked up Eric's office, then set out for Caroline Harris' office across town.

The skinny lady lawyer's office was at the end of a long hallway, secluded from most of the foot traffic near the elevators. So Becky felt safe from being spotted as she leaned over to peek in through Caroline's keyhole.

Cathy was perched on the desk again, her dress pushed up around her waist. Caroline was on her knees, gently sucking and kissing the big woman's pussy. As she sucked Cathy off, she talked to her between mouthfuls of juicy cunt.

"You know, honey," the small woman said, licking fresh cunt-cream from her thin lips, "this divorce is going to be the easiest case I ever won. We can't lose!"

The skinny lawyer gripped Cathy's chunky thighs tighter with her long bony fingers and continued nibbling at her puffy pussylips. But Cathy stared uninterested off into space. She could just as easily have been having her teeth fixed, Becky thought, judging from the uncaring look in the woman's eyes.

Slowly, the puzzle pieces began to fit together. Cathy wore the same sad expression as her husband Ed. And now Becky knew why! Neither of them wanted to get divorced after all!

Becky felt a wonderful rush of hot lust and pleasure flow through her cunt. She knew that last night she had been the one to bring Cathy and Ed back together. As Becky's steamy pussy began to gush fresh cunt-sauce, she realized that she had done nothing less than save their marriage.

Or had she? Now, the problem seemed to be that Ed and Cathy were so confused they didn't know what to do. Probably, they really wanted to call the divorce off. But, it seemed to Becky, they weren't entirely sure. After all, they had invested quite a bit of time and money in their respective lawyers, Caroline and Eric. Calling the whole thing off might be considered a rash and foolish move, by some people.

And Cathy and Ed were really nice people. Becky could attest to that wholeheartedly. They were just too nice to try and stop the legal wheels once they had been set in motion.

So Becky decided she had to do something to help her new friends. After all, they had treated her to some great orgasms. It was the least Becky could do, to try and stop the divorce proceedings.

Her pussy began clenching and squirting great gobs of cuntjuice as Becky realized that all this time she had been finger-fucking herself. But she also realized that she had to try and keep Ed and Cathy together – otherwise, Becky would be missing out on some great three-way fuck-sessions!

Strangely enough, just as Becky made her vow to help Ed and his wife any way she could, Cathy began moaning and groaning and hunching her pussy furiously into little Caroline's face. Becky strained to keep her eye glued to the keyhole and her finger glued to her gooey cunt at the same time. She pumped her hand faster and faster against her needy cunt, working in rhythm to Cathy's intense hunching motions.

The big woman began flopping her ass harder and harder against the desk as Caroline struggled to keep sucking on her big cunt. Becky's steamy breath left a circle of moisture on the shiny metal around the keyhole as she heaved and sighed in response to her own impending orgasm.

Cathy reached down to push little Caroline's face deep into her mushy pussy as she was gripped by a bone-shattering come. This sight triggered Becky's come, and she gasped as a fierce heat blasted through her loins – a momentary searing pain followed by the sweet release of coming.

Becky tried to suck in her breath and stifle a scream as she struggled in the throes of blasting off. After the rushes of bliss passed through her, she leaned against the door, trying to catch her breath. She wiped her soaking fingers off on the rug and readjusted her panties and skirt. As she stood and turned to go, she noticed a young businessman standing nearby scratching his head.

Oh, God, she thought to herself, he saw the whole thing! But she had not time to waste on petty little problems like getting caught finger-fucking in front of a lawyer's office. Crazier things had happened, she told herself.

As she walked briskly past the young man, she gave him a seductive wink and an ample view of her bulging, jiggling titflesh. That ought to keep him happy, she thought, rushing past him to catch the first open elevator.

Court was in full-session. The judge had just taken the bench and was busy rearranging some papers and things, pushing his large wooden gavel off to one side. He fluffed out his large flowing black robe and studied the scene before him.

Eric was whispering to his client, Ed Royce, at their table just in front of the visitors' gallery. The young lawyer had a confident grin on his face and he gave Ed one last reassuring pat on the back. Yet Ed still wore the same empty look he'd had on his face when he'd left Eric's office earlier in the day.

Caroline was adjusting her blouse and little jacket as she shuffled some papers in front of her client, Cathy Royce. The big woman looked just as unhappy as her husband. She even shuddered now and then as if she were weeping, causing her gigantic tits to jiggle under her thin blouse. Caroline tried to console her client one last time before she addressed the judge.

Walking before the bench, little Caroline called the first witness. After doing so, she stared disdainfully across the room at her rival attorney, Eric Stafford. He looked back and laughed, causing the lady lawyer to intensify her scornful expression.

One after the other, character witnesses were called to the stand. Eric and Caroline engaged in a full-scale battle, trying their hardest to outwit each other during cross-examinations. The judge was growing extremely tired sustaining and overruling various objections raised by the two battling attorneys.

All the while, Ed and Cathy just slumped down into their seats, growing very tired of the whole business. One time they glanced over at one another at the same time. Ed tried to smile and Cathy tried her best to smile back, but something kept them from doing so. They just slumped down deeper into their seats and watched Eric and Caroline fight it out.

At one point the judge even banged his gavel down sharply, stopping the two lawyers in the middle of a heated argument.

"Just whose welfare are we concerned with here?" he asked, his voice resonating deeply from behind the massive hardwood bench. "Are we trying to resolve a divorce question? Or are you two attorneys simply exercised your egos?"

This seemed to silence the courtroom for a few minutes, but before long Eric and Caroline were at it again. The judge resigned himself to slumping down in his big chair until he looked just as bored and disinterested as Ed and Cathy.

And Becky was watching the whole scene unfold. She had been there from the start, but not in the visitors' gallery. She had managed to sneak into the judge's chambers, after bribing one of the bailiffs with a generous view of her tits.

She peered out from Judge Roark's chambers and watched Eric and Caroline slowly but surely lull the entire courtroom into a state of suspended animation. Now is the perfect time, she thought. Becky took a deep breath and slowly opened the door wide enough for her to slip through and into the courtroom. She got down on her hands and knees and carefully crawled toward the almost sleeping judge.

When she was about halfway there, stalking quietly like a beast of prey, Ed noticed her. He shot up quickly in his seat, feeling a sudden burst of adrenaline shoot through his tired body. Becky noticed that he saw her. She lifted a finger to her lips and gestured for him to be quiet. Ed settled back down. Becky smiled back, at him conspiratorially, nodding as if to say, "Everything's going to be all right!"

Slowly but surely, Becky made her way toward the judge. Eric and Caroline were engaged in a heated discussion, arguing over an obscure point of legal reference, and the judge had fallen completely asleep. He snored quietly as Becky approached.

She skillfully slipped in around him, taking refuge beneath the huge wooden box that was the judge's bench. Hunching around in the close confines, she managed to position herself directly in front of the sleeping judge's knees. Cautiously, she eased the bottom edge of his robe up over his shoes. Then she trailed the silky black fabric higher along his calves, until she reached the tops of his socks. She folded the robe back inch by inch.

As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she peeled more and more of the robe back, expecting to see a pair of under shorts, at least. But the man was completely naked under his robe! Becky followed his bony white legs to his thin thighs. And she was surprised to see the sickly-looking man possessed a powerful-looking cock! As he snored, his big cock rose and fell gently, and his large ballsac dropped against the seat of his chair.

Becky lifted his heavy robe as far as she could. She ducked underneath it like an old-time photographer slipping beneath his black camera shroud. But Becky wasn't there to take pictures. She was there to take a hot load of the judge's sticky jism!

Placing her sweaty hands gently under his wrinkled ball-sac, Becky moved her head closer, flicking her hot tongue all around his soft, tender balls. This caused the old judge to stop snoring for a moment. He breathed irregularly, snuffling short draughts of air through his nose, and almost woke up. But Becky was working ever so gently, lightly caressing his balls and the base of his flaccid cockshaft with just the tip of her hot tongue.

Under her skillful touch, his big cock began to grow. Becky could feel his blood pumping into his cock as she managed to tenderly grip the very tip of his thickly veined prick. She moved slowly to his cocktip and, applied hot feathery flicks of her tongue to his red prickhead. His cock grew harder and harder under her practiced touch, yet Becky was so subtle the old man still slept soundly.

It was getting hotter beneath the judge's bench, but Becky enjoyed the feeling as her body began sweating and her cunt grew juicier. She rubbed her thighs together, squeezing her clit in an excruciatingly delicious embrace between her drooling pussylips. Eric's arguments came through to her as just so much droning through the hard wood of the bench. She kept grinding her throbbing clit between her wet thighs and moaned ever so slightly.

Licking her lips thoroughly, Becky got her mouth ready to take in the head of the judge's hot cock. Tenderly, Becky cased her face closer to the man's big prick and then took in just the tip of his blood-engorged cockhead. Her lips gently squeezed beneath his enflamed knob as she worked up a hot mouthful of spit and bathed his delicious prick-tip.

The judge began stirring restlessly in his chair, but remained asleep, much to Becky's surprise. She felt a little hurt that the important man didn't respond more actively to her skillful blowjob. But that forced her to work all the harder toward bringing this man off. She could almost taste the wonderful hot blast of his sticky cum as she continued to suck fiercely on his cocktip.

Massaging his drooping ball-sac in both hands, Becky moved down the judge's huge cockshaft, trying to take as much of his big fat cock into her throat as she could. As his fiery cocktip finally touched the back of her hot throat, she buried her pert little nose in the crinkly bush of pubic hair that sprouted around the base of his thick cockshaft. As she teased his blood-engorged veins, rolling her tongue around and around his steamy prickshaft, she felt his ball-sac tighten up in her tender grip. She could actually feel his jism beginning to boil in his delicate balls.

In quick, short spasms, she felt his cum beginning to shoot up into the thick rubbery tube on the underside of his fiery cockshaft. She began to move her mouth up and down on his prick as she maintained an agonizingly intense pressure with her flaming lips. Up and down, she mouth-fucked his cock, working faster and faster. Sweat and saliva poured down her chin, matting down his curly pubic hairs. The first drops of salty pre-cum oozed into her mouth and she swallowed them eagerly.

She kneaded his ball-sac less tenderly now, sensing that he was about to shoot his massive load any second. It seemed to Becky's experienced touch that this old man had been saving up a heavy load of cum for quite some time. She could tell that after he blasted off, she would almost be swimming in the sticky stuff!

As she gripped his big balls tighter and mouth fucked his cock furiously, spraying spit and fuck juices all over each time she struggled to take a breath, she could tell that he was now going to blast his wad of jism. She spread her knees wide apart in anticipation, bracing herself for his bubbling load of cum.

The first blast of lava-hot cum shot into the back of her throat so hard her head smacked brutally into the top of the hardwood bench. She moaned in sudden pain, but continued sucking for all she was worth. Soon, cum gushed out of her mouth and nose as she struggled to swallow his torrential load.

When Becky's head thudded against the top of the hardwood enclosure, it echoed through the entire courtroom. The judge finally woke up, caught in the midst of the biggest, mast intense orgasm he had ever experienced in his long life! Lost in ecstasy, it was all the judge could do to grab his hefty gavel and strike it savagely atop his bench.

"Aiieeee! Ohhh, case dismissed! Yaaaggghh! Ohhh, I refuse… to… ohhhh… grant this… aaarrrggghhh… divorce!"

The judge continued to bang his gavel as he shot his load into Becky's hungry, sucking mouth. He writhed and moaned in his chair as if he were caught in the grip of an epileptic fit.

Eric and Caroline were suddenly silent. They stared at each other, perplexed.

"What the fuck?" Eric snapped.

"I knew the old boy was senile. But I never expected anything like this," Caroline said, totally amazed.

The two lawyers just stood there dumbfounded, watching the old judge squirm and moan. Eric shook his head and slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. Caroline leaned against him and buried her face in his broad shoulder. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The visitors began smirking, and then slowly broke into uproarious laughter until the whole courtroom was resounding with their guffaws and chortling – not to mention the judge's orgasmic moaning and shrieking.

Becky struggled to keep mouth-fucking the old man as he showered her with blast after blast of hot jism. Soon, her face and neck were bathed with slimy cum – and the judge kept blasting away!

In the midst of all the commotion, Ed and Cathy finally looked across the courtroom at each other. Smiles and sparkling eyes soon replaced the gloomy looks they had been wearing all day. Ed quickly got up from behind the table, knocking his chair over as he hastily rushed over to meet his wife.

They embraced heartily, almost falling over as their bodies collided. Ed gave Cathy a deep tongue kiss, reaching behind her to squeeze as much of her ample assflesh as he could grip with his short fingers. Someone in the audience applauded as the couple was reunited.

Ed slipped his wife's arm through his and they quickly made their way through the chaotic throng in the courtroom gallery. The crowd was still laughing and whistling as the couple slipped away through the doors.

Soon, a squad of bailiffs moved in and tried to settle things down. But they only added to the confusion. Before long, the courtroom was filled with a frenzied mass of out-of-control humanity. One of the bailiffs even fired a warning shot through the ceiling, but this only added to the circus-like atmosphere.

And safely under the judge's bench, sweating from the jungle-like humidity and dripping with slippery cock-cream, Becky wiped thick gobs of jism from her eyes and nose. Despite the noise and mayhem all around her, Becky somehow knew that everything was going to be all right!