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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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                   Secretarial Services – Part I

 

Dear Diary:  Nov 10 – I’m sort of starting all over…new home, new job and new diary.  Don’t worry Diary, I’ll still keep the old ones but now you’ll be on the hard drive.

 

The job isn’t hard but I have four bosses, all engineers.  One of them, Joe, is a real hunk and if it wasn’t for Bill I’d be interested in him.  But anyway, he’s married.

 

Bill isn’t being fair to me though.  He gets off with the bitch Evelyn he married whenever he wants but the only time he looks after his sister is when he can sneak away from her…not even once a month.  But I love him…and I love making real love with him as much now (maybe more) as that night five years ago when I was fourteen and he got in my bed and then (hee hee) into me.  I’m naughty but when I get horny like tonight I’m always naughty.

I’ll write more another night.

 

Dear Diary:  Nov 17 – Well I finished my first week and it was fun.  Joe helped me a lot.  He hasn’t made a pass at me but sometimes I catch him looking at me.  It makes me feel warm all over but at the same time it gives me a chill.  I wonder what he’s like in bed?  He’s definitely more my boss than the other guys. Anyway Joe and his wife Val took me to the company Christmas party last night as their ‘sober driver’ so I ended up driving their babysitter home and sleeping at their house.  Joe danced with me and I could feel the bulge in his crotch when he held me close so I know he thinks of sex with me.  Val is really nice and she has the biggest tits I’ve ever seen.  She acted as if she liked me.

 

The party was fun but I can’t say the same about the rest of the night.  I’m tempted to make Bill sneak away from the bitch and come here and screw me.  God I’m horny and it was almost like Joe and Val conspired to get me this way.  I gotta stop now and…well you know what I do when I’m like this.  Bill has the bitch Evelyn to relieve himself with but at least he gave me a plastic substitute for his big cock…and it never gets soft either.

G’night

 

Dear Diary:  Nov 20 – Joe acts like nothing happened on Saturday night.  Maybe they were drunk and forgot I was there?  Anyway I’ll tell you what happened.  I slept on the sofa in the living room…Joe is finishing a room in the basement so next time I’m there I’ll sleep in the basement.  But that’s just chatter to hide my embarrassment.  From where I slept on the sofa (but I didn’t get a lot of sleep) I could see the door to their bedroom.  I had just about dozed off…it was almost 2 AM…when I heard a squeaking sound and I looked toward their room.  The door was wide open and the light was on and I could see them plainly…him on her…and he was fucking her brains out.  The squeaking was the bedsprings and also now I could hear Val moaning and talking dirty…like Bill tries to get me to talk.  Well I have to say that Joe must be something special…or maybe he uses Viagra. He fucked Val in every position Bill ever showed me and some I never tried.  He got her on her hands and knees and the sight of those big boobs swinging and jouncing was something else.  Damn!  I’m getting horny again thinking of it.

Gotta go…you know…and cum.

 

 

Dear Diary:  Nov 24 – Had a good week and a big surprise.  Val asked me out for lunch yesterday.  She acts like she wants to be my friend but it’s a bit awkward after spying on her making love.  But she’s a nice, snuggly sort of woman and I enjoyed being with her.  She’s invited me for next weekend to stay with her.  Joe is going away on a curling bonspiel.  I’m looking forward to getting to know her better…and their two kids are delightful.  Can’t wait until Bill and I can have kids.

G’night

 

 

Dear Diary:  Nov 30 –  I’m sure glad the company gave me a laptop so I can get important diary details down right away…that’s not why they gave it to me but it’s what I’m using it for right now.  And Wow! Do I have some interesting details.  It’s like Val opened up a whole new world of ideas in me…sex ideas…ways to get satisfied without the danger of pregnancy.  Bill wouldn’t agree but I’ll still be keeping the baby making as something for just the two of us like we’ve always planned. But maybe I’m reading too much into what Val did?  Maybe she just had too much to drink and got carried away and she won’t even remember it?

 

As soon as the kids were in bed Val brought out a bottle of wine and we started drinking.  She asked me a lot of questions…personal ones…did I have a boyfriend?  A girlfriend (and she made that sound like friend in a special way.  Was I a virgin? (I said ‘yes’ and she seemed surprised.  I bet she’d have really been surprised if I’d told her the truth…that my big brother has been fucking me since I was fourteen years old.)

 

After a few drinks and a lot of questions I got the courage to ask Val some personal questions too.  Was she virgin when she married? (No.)  Was Joe her first lover? (No…and not her last one either.)  Did she have a special guy other than Joe? (No…but she wasn’t exactly monogamous.)  Girlfriends? (Didn’t want to say.)

 

I’m going into a lot of detail, Diary.  What happened last night was almost as earth-shaking as the night Bill got my cherry and I’ll want to read about it again when I’m older.

 

Anyway by 11:00 or so we were on out third bottle of wine and both almost completely drunk.  We were giggling and laughing like two teenagers (which I guess I still am) and then I laughed at something Val had said and rolled off the sofa onto the floor, knocking the coffee table several feet in the process.  This threw us into an uncontrollable fit of laughing that didn't stop for several minutes.  Once we finally settled down I told Val that I had struck my back on the edge of the coffee table. Val asked if I would like for her to massage my back, telling me I would feel better if I got the soreness out now instead of waiting.  It sounded logical to me so I said OK.  She disappeared into the bathroom and came out a few seconds later with a bottle of lotion.  She told me to lay on the floor on my stomach.  I did as she said.

 

Once down there I found that I couldn't tilt my head back far enough to drink.  This struck me as being funny and I started giggling again. Val paid no attention to my giggling fit and straddled me and began applying lotion to my back.  I was wearing a cut-off shirt with no bra so she had easy access to my back.  She began rubbing my back and in no time her wonderful hands had my full attention.  I'd never received a massage from anyone before and was surprised at how good it felt.  After a few minutes she suggested I take off my top so she wouldn't ruin it if she got lotion on it.  I said OK, it sounded like a reasonable thing to me.  I sat up and quickly took my shirt off, apologizing because my breasts are so small, saying I wished they were big like hers.

 

Val told me that my nipples were the biggest she’d ever seen which was better than big tits because nipples are sensitive.  I didn’t say anything but my nipples were throbbing from rubbing against the carpet while she massaged me. I lay back down and she continued to massage lotion onto my back, every so often wrapping her hands around my sided and brushing them lightly over the sides of my breasts.  Her touch was light and sensual and I was beginning to get turned on.  We were both silent.  I could hear her breathing becoming slightly faster and noticed mine was also, in perfect unison with Val.

 

After another few minutes she asked if I would like for her to massage the rest of me.  She said she loved to give a good massage and didn't mind at all.  I was getting more turned on, hell I was downright horny and so I agreed.  She said I would have to remove my shorts so she wouldn't get lotion on them and I agreed to that too.  I started to get up and she said not to bother.  She repositioned herself to my side and began to slide my shorts down and off my legs.  Next she removed my panties so that I lay bare assed on the floor.

 

She squirted lotion on first one leg, then the other.  She massaged my legs starting at my feet and working her way up.  She was using long, slow strokes as she moved her way up toward my bare ass.  As she rubbed my upper legs and ass she would occasionally let a hand slip down between my legs and brush against my crotch, which by now was getting moist from my turned on condition.  Shivers would go up and down my spine every time she traced the crack of my ass with those loving fingers, each time getting a little closer to my aching pussy.  She made me feel good in another way, too.  She complimented me on how shapely my legs are and what a delightfully firm and prominent bum I have.  My breathing was hard now and I was curious as to where this would lead.  Was Val getting as turned on as I was?

 

About 10 or 15 minutes passed as she continued to tease me.  I hungered to have Val's fingers inside me, finding those little secret places that drive me into a frenzy of passion and orgasm.  I was moaning softly and was almost to the point of orgasm from her constant teasing when she stopped.  "Roll over and I can get the other side if you want me to."

 

Hell yes I wanted her to.  I rolled over quickly, almost scared to look her in the face and yet yearning to look deep into those beautiful eyes to see what she was thinking.

 

She asked me if I was uncomfortable being naked in front of her and to my surprise, I wasn't.  It felt wonderful.  I told her I was a tiny bit nervous anyway, but I didn't care because she gave a wonderful massage and I didn't want her to stop. Val seemed totally surprised at how hairy my pussy region is and she told me it sort of turned her on because I was so different from her own.  She ran her hand from my belly button where the hair just reached and down over my mons and the crease where my legs join my hips.  I held my breath and wondered if I should say or do something.

 

Val laughed and said she would even the odds a bit.  I asked how. "Easy, I'll strip and then we'll both be in the nude." The drinks were still affecting me and I giggled at her logic.  She pulled off her top revealing her solid, white brassiere that was filled to overflowing with her multiple-D boobs.  Her bra fastened at the front and she unclipped it, allowing those bounteous fleshbags to flop out nakedly before my eyes.  Her nipples were swollen and hard too.  They were large, dark nipples that stuck out a good half inch which was half as far as mine projected.  I envied her tits but comparing my nipples with hers did something to soothe my bruised ego because my nipples were not only twice as long as hers, they were twice as thick and my areola made high cones on my little breasts. As she took off her shorts I watched, admiring the neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair.  She tossed her clothes on the sofa and again turned her attention to me.  She straddled my abdomen and I could feel the warm wetness of her pussy.  She was sitting with her crotch against my bush near my navel.  She applied the lotion and expertly began to massage my belly and tits.  My nipples got even harder, which I didn't think they could do.  I heard my little moans of pleasure as I watching her every move.  She bent forward, then back, making long slow strokes from my belly to my shoulders, giving my erect nipples a little attention in between.  As she stroked down toward my belly she would point her thumbs backward and rub them between her legs which brought my attention back to my own searing, hot cunt, longing for her to return her attention to it and make me cum. I could see little droplets of moisture collecting on her mound and her hands were making my body feel so good, better than Bill ever made me feel except when he fucked me. The though crossed my mind that I was thinking lesbian thoughts and I mentally said "Fuck it!" and tossed the idea out.  I didn't care, Val's touch felt too good to be something wicked or evil.  I was enjoying every second of her loving caresses.

 

Before long she moved from her position atop me and began stroking my legs.  I was squirming and moaning aloud as she worked her way slowly up my legs toward my crotch.  Finally she took one hand and placed it on my wet mound and started gently rubbing my pussy and playing with my pubic hair. 

 

"Oh yes" I groaned lightly, "Please don't stop now!"  She parted my pussy lips carefully and began to rub her fingers across my swollen clitoris and dip the tip of her fingers into my burning pussy.  I was going crazy.  I couldn't believe this was actually happening to me.  I did know that, above all else, I didn't ever want her to stop.  Val was really doing a good job.  I was moaning loudly now and shivers of ecstasy were going up and down my spine.  I spread my legs wider to give Val full access and she immediately took advantage of it.  She inserted two fingers of her other hand into my cuntmouth, still using the other hand to pinch and massage my clit and soon I felt my muscles tensing as I prepared to release the orgasm that had been held back too long.  Val noticed and stopped what she was doing, moving quickly to position her head between my thighs.  Using her tongue on my clit, still pumping her fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, she brought me to a thundering orgasm that her clit-flicking tongue made go on and on. 

 

When my climax was over she kissed my pussy, and continued kissing her way up my body, stopping only momentarily to circle her tongue around my nipples.  I was still extremely turned on and wanted more, much more.  She left my nipples and kissed my neck, then my cheeks, then, finally paused with her lips poised just barely above mine.  I could feel her breath on my lips and smell my own juices as she licked my lips, circling them gently with the tip of her tongue.  For a moment I tried to back off, shocked that I was letting a woman kiss me in such an intimate way but then the eroticism was too much for ma and I reached up and pulled her hard to me.  I could taste my own cum as she explored my mouth.  We kissed long and hard, greedy in our passion for each other.

 

After a few minutes Val broke the kiss and took my hands, guiding them over her breasts.  Her large, swollen nipples felt wonderful.  I began playing with them, rolling and pinching them between my fingers, squeezing lightly.  She moaned softly, almost purring, as she again took my hands and guided them down, down, toward her crotch.  Her pubic hair was wet as I parted her pussy lips.  She gasped as I rammed my fingers into her hot cunt and started pumping, rubbing her clitoris with my thumbs as I explored her wetness.  After a few minutes she stopped me.  I soon found out why.  Val had positioned us so that we each had one leg over and one leg under the other's, our pussies able to rub against each other.  Val began to methodically rub her cunt against mine as I rubbed my pussy against hers in rhythm.  Slowly at first, then building up to a feverish pace, we banged away at each other. We were fucking each other without being inside and then her upper leg locked on my hips and she ground against me so hard it bruised my mons.

 

After Val came we untangled ourselves.  I wanted to repay her for the service she had given me and I told her to lie down but she just lay beside me, holding me.

 

She asked if she was the first woman I’d been with and when I told her she was she almost purred with pleasure. “Was it good for you?” she asked but she didn’t have to ask.  I know that the way I squealed and wriggled when I came told her that I’d loved it.

 

Val then said we had to go to sleep because the kids would wake up early.  We shared the bed she usually shared with Joe and she had sated my lust enough that I could snuggle up to her soft, big-titted body without trying to have sex again.

 

I know I’ve given you a lot of detail, Diary, but someday I’ll want to review it. Val is out somewhere with the kids which is why I can get this written.  Will she want me to kiss her like she did me?  I suspect so.  Hope I can do it well. When I get home I’m going to dig out Book 3 of my written diaries to remind me about that other first time.

 

 

 

Dear Diary:  Dec 1 – I’m glad to be home for a rest.  I won’t bore you with much detail this time. We (she was late getting the kids to bed so it was almost ten PM when she opened the first bottle of wine.  She quizzed me a lot about how I felt about what we’d done…sort of as if she felt guilty.  She likes making out with women but she prefers men (although she said that innocent first-timers like me are special.  Wonder what she’d say if she knew I’m not as ‘first time’ as she thinks.  I’d like to tell Bill about Val just to make him jealous.  And I can defend it too.  It’s no worse that him screwing his bitch wife when he gets horny and this way I get relief and I can’t get pregnant.)

 

Then, just as she asked me if I’d like to have a shower with her we heard a car door slam and two minutes later Joe came in.  They’d been knocked out of the bonspiel early so he came home. Neither Val nor I was happy about it but after the three of us finished off three bottles of wine and had cognac nightcaps I made up my bed on the sofa.  I got another eyeful (and earful) and I’m sure that Val was playing to my audience.  I learned a few words anyway but she sure left me horny.

Glad I have my pseudo you know what for solace.

G’night

 

            Secretarial Services – Part II

 

Dear Diary:  Dec 3 – From the way Joe looked at me yesterday he knows I’ve watched him screwing Val.  But the main reason I’m writing tonight is to tell you I got a surprise.  Val called and we’re going out together tomorrow night. She and Joe have an agreement that he can go out with the guys on Tuesday and she gets to go out on Wednesday.  Gotta rest for a late night I guess,

G’night.

 

Dear Diary:  Dec 5 – It was a late night but Val had to leave before midnight.  She said Joe was easy to deceive but she had to use some caution.  She came to my place at 7 PM and we got take-out (delivery) Chinese.  She brought the wine and I had some white rum in the cupboard.  Darn! Her tits fascinate me.  Anyway we nibbled at the food, drank all the wine and got into the rum.  And I got quizzed.  Did I masturbate? (yes, embarrassedly.)  How often? (I lied and sisn’t tell her I do it about one a day, or maybe more.)  Did I use a vibrator? (I lied again.)  Did I ever pretend that she or Joe was doing me? (I lied when I said no about Joe but since she had me I’ve imagined she was kissing me often and told her so.  She looked pleased when I said that.) 

 

And I quizzed her too after the alcohol relaxed my inhibitions.  Had she cheated often with another man. (Yes.)  With a woman? (Yes.)  How many lovers had she had before Joe? (Lots.)  And as we talked and my inhibitions lessened we moved closer.

 

I guess I made the first move…I just had to get my hands on those big boobs…but then it was both of us.  We stripped each other’s clothes off and then she dragged me to the shower.  I have a pulsating showerhead on a long hose and she’d obviously checked it out already.  And she knew how to use it. (As of course I do.  That’s what I bought it for but I never expected anyone but Bill to use it with me.)  We soaped each other all over and I had a great time mauling her big tits but she seemed to take great pleasure in shampooing my bush too.  Of course we kissed lots…I think women are naturally better kissers than men…and then we dried off and went to my bed.

 

I felt sort of guilty that I hadn’t used my mouth on her the first time and although I wasn’t experienced I was determined that tonight I would do her right.  I began by kissing inside her thighs, working my way up to her soaking wet cunt.  I could smell the musky odor of her juices I got closer and closer to her love tunnel, enjoying the wonderful new taste of her as I went.  Finally I parted her pussy lips with my fingers so I could get at her enlarged clitoris.  I began nibbling at it and flicking my tongue over it, side to side and up and down.  Val was going crazy and I was enjoying the hell out of being able to experience the taste of her cunt and please her like she'd pleased me.  I darted my tongue in and out of her pussy and continued nibbling and licking her clit, stopping occasionally just long enough to tease her anus with the tip of my tongue.  Damn!  It sure seemed like she liked that. She was bucking her hips and shoving my face hard into her cunt, almost screaming in pleasure. I could feel her tensing, building up to an orgasm.  She came hard, bucking her hips madly against my face as I lapped up every last drop of her precious love juice.  When she was finished, we kissed a long, slow, passionate kiss and relaxed in each other's arms.

 

And then it was late and she had to go but satisfying her helped me to overcome the frustration of not having climaxed.  We exchanged lovers’ kisses, I cautioned her to drive carefully and the evening ended. Except that he asked and I agreed to be their babysitter on Saturday when they went to another party.

 

 

 

Dear Diary:  Dec 8 – Val & Joe have cute and delightful kids.  Babysitting was fun.  But I’ll be glad when Joe finishes that room in the basement so I have a different place to sleep.

 

They put on another show for me…if that’s what they’re doing and I’m almost certain that Val is even if Joe isn’t.  She was pretty drunk when they got home and so was he but right after they went to bed she went to the main bathroom (not the one attached to their bedroom) and then she left the bedroom door open.  For sure she wanted me to see because she also turned on the lamp beside the bed.  Joe was already asleep…or passed out…but when Val got back in bed she turned the sheets down so that through the open door I could see him…all of him…and he sleeps naked.  Val got up and knelt over him with her big tits swaying over his groin.  She used them to rub on his cock and the effect was almost immediate.  Joe got a hard-on.  Then she went down on him and I have to admit that, even with my limited view, it was sexy.  But as he came awake and started to encourage her I saw that she couldn’t…or wouldn’t take him all the way into her mouth.  And it was obviously frustrating to him.  I remember how hard Bill worked at training me but he was successful and I can take all of him…and he’s bigger than Joe.  It made me feel good to know that in at least one sex skill I was better than big-titted Val.  Anyway then he dragged her astride and made her do all the work but he got her off.  Then he pushed her off and almost forced her head down to finish what she’d started.  I am surprised.  She’s not at all submissive but she let him hold her head and move it up and down and his moan was of pure ecstasy when he went off.  In her mouth!!  And I could see her swallow his sperm.  I sort of took away from my pride at being able to deep throat because I never let Bill cum in my mouth.  Then she looked right at me as if she was saying that she knew how to care for her man.

G’night

 

 

Dear Diary:  Dec 19 – It’s been a long time but it’s the Xmas season.  Didn’t do anything last weekend but Val called to have an evening together on Wednesday which was fine with me.  My God!  I don’t know what to think of her.  It was snowing when she arrived and by the time the food delivery got here it was a raging blizzard.  I think she expected it (which was easy since they’d been forecasting it for two days.)  She had brought a bag with her…some special keepsakes she called them but it included two bottles of wine and later after we’d drunk them both she gave me a peek at the contents.  By then she’d called Joe to tell him she was snowed in at my place, she’d borrowed a robe from me and we were both naked except for the chenille robes.

 

“I’m into taking special pictures,” she told me as she opened the bag.  “And I don’t always get permission.”

 

So what, I thought.  Who really cares about a photo here or there?  Then almost shyly she confessed that she had some pictures of me.  She took out a little booklet of 4x6 photos and handed it to me.  I was embarrassed, ashamed, afraid and God knows what else except that I wasn’t angry.  The pictures were from the night when Joe was away curling and they showed me in all my hirsute nakedness with Val kissing me, eating me and fingering me.  There were also two pictures of me, one feasting on her big tits and the other with my face buried in her lightly furred pussy.  She must somehow have taken those the night she was at my place.

 

I know my face was red and she held me close begging me to forgive her for taking the pictures.  I wasn’t mad but the pictures had turned me on…not that being alone with her wasn’t a turn-on by itself.  I filled my hands with her bounteous bosom and tilted my face to hers for a kiss.

 

“You’re sweet, Irene.  I feel like I’m leading a little innocent girl astray but you’re the sexiest girl…woman I know.  Can I shock you with some more photos?” (That’s likely not verbatim what she said but it’s close enough.)

 

If I’d been shocked by the pictures of me, I was absolutlely flabbergasted at the others. Some were of her fucking and sucking Joe but I’d already seen that in real life.  Then there were three naked guys, one quite fat, one small and one a muscle man.  The predominant feature of each of them was a rampant and oversized erection.  Bill is well endowed but these guys were porn-star size.

 

Val led me to the bedroom, still carrying the bag and after we shed our robes we snuggled out nude bodies together under the sheets.

 

Val whispered in my ear as if she was afraid someone else might hear.  While she caressed my moistening pussy and I fingered her she confessed to having an intense craving for sex…with males and females and, although Joe was a marvelllous lover she also had a need for ‘bigger’.  “Bigger isn’t exactly better,” she said, “but I love being filled and stretched and Joe can’t do that.”

 

“I can’t fill you as much as he,” I sort of giggled as I wrapped my legs close so our pussies were in contact.

 

“But there’s a way,” Val said as she ground her hips against mine.  “If you’ll do it?”

 

I asked what she meant and she took out another picture, this one a big 8x10.  If I’d been shocked and then flabbergasted by what I’d seen so far, this one left me breathless with astonishment.  My big-titted friend was standing naked, her heavy breasts sagging somewhat, her wide hips and full thighs appealingly presented but, strapped around her hips and projecting out obscenely from her groin was an obscenely mammoth imitation cock.

 

“I’m sorry,” Val said as I winced and she cuddled me closer.  You’re too young and innocent to bring up this topic.  Let’s forget it.”

 

I protested that I was neither young nor innocent and asked what she wanted.

 

“Would you?  Like?  Put that on and fuck me?  It’s not all one way,” and she took the strap-on dildo from the bag.  “See…it’s sort of a two-way device.  It has attachments.  You’re still a virgin so we wouldn’t use the other cock…it’s normal size…but there’s a smooth bulge that just fits here (and she slid her finger between my cuntlips against my already throbbing clitoris) and it’s a vibrator so when you fuck me you get off too.”

 

For a moment I was tempted to confess that I wasn’t virgin because the whole idea of fucking and being fucked by her was so hot but I held back.  “But it’s so big!  Won’t it hurt?”

 

She told me in salacious detail how I’d get her hot and her cunt would get juicier and how we’d use a lubricant to be sure she could take it all.  By the time I’d heard all the details I could hardly wait to strap on the device and really fuck her.

 

My God!  I couldn’t believe how I looked after I strapped on the scandalous contraption and looked at myself in the full length mirror behind the bedroom door. It gave me a funny feeling in my belly like I got when I watched Joe fucking Val and my pussy which was already wet almost gushed juices like it was lubricating itself to take in the action end of the monster.

 

“Eat me Irene…make me really wet,” Val said as she sprawled on my bed and stretched her long legs wide apart.  It was a bit awkward with my newly acquired sexual appendage but I got on the bed beside her and went down on her.  She was already wet as a monsoon but as I began to kiss and lick her slippery cuntflesh she gave me detailed instructions.  “That’s it…lick it from bottom to top,” she murmured and then as her hips began a gentle undulation, sort of a dry fuck against my face (although I can’t  really use the word dry in talking about her pussy) and her hands took hold of my big, make-believe cock.  She pulled me over until I was kneeing astride her shoulders…a position I sometimes assumed with Bill so I knew what to do except that he was always the one on top eating me while he was pushing his cock into my mouth.

 

We  played like that, sixty-nining for maybe three or four minutes with me fucking her mouth with the silicone rubber cock until her nearly hairless twat was also dripping with a mix of her juices and my saliva and my ‘cock’ was glistening with the saliva from her lips-stretched mouth..

 

“Now!  Oh God Irene now!  Fuck me!”  Val’s words were demanding, commanding, authoritative and self-consciously I changed position until I was kneeling between her widely splayed legs with my wrist-thick, ten inch strap-on dildo poised just above the gaping slit of her swollen, cock-ready quim.

 

“Easy Irene…put it in easy,” Val cautioned as with both hands she guided the flexible plastic tool into her cuntmouth.  I couldn’t feel anything physical except for the hard bulge that was clamped against my own pussy but I sure was feeling something mentally.  As I slowly buried the dildo inside her and saw her soft, fleshy vaginal mouth dilate elastically to accept the bulky fucktool it gave me a sense of power.  Damn.  I was really fucking this beautiful older woman.  I was going to fill her juicy cunt like her husband never could.

 

“Easy…eeeasssyyy,” Val whimpered as she tilted her pelvis to accommodate the penetration.  I got my hands on her big tits and squeezed them and began to fuck her like a man would.  In a bit deeper than back and then in a bit deeper.  I felt incredibly powerful as inch by thick inch I plunged ever deeper into my girlfriend’s expanding fuckwell. 

 

“Hunnghhh!  Gunngh!   Gawwwd!”  Val was holding the faux cock with both hands as if to stop me from going deeper but I was pruriently engrossed in my lecherous pleasure and now nothing was going to stop me.  Her hands were wedged aside as I pushed harder until all ten inches had impaled my busty lover.  When I ground against her  pelvis it triggered the built-in vibrator and I was suddenly assaulted by the onset of even greater arousal.

 

“Yeah Dammit…don’t stop!” she commanded when I was overcome by my own excitement and lost the rhythm. Her hands cupped my ass and she began to move me, up and down and side to side while she bucked and heaved under me.  My first climax passed and I was again able to hammer her with long, hard thrusts and each time I bottomed out I wondered how much I was rearranging her interior.

 

“Yes!  Oh God YESS!  I’m there,” Val cried out as her long legs wrapped around my hips and like a human vise she pulled me hard against her writhing form.  Her big tits rolled under mine like twin pillows and I felt her belly pulse and bulge.  The ongoing titillation of the vibrator against my clit brought on a succession of mini-orgasms although none as intense as she seemed to be experiencing.

 

“Enough Irene…that’s all I can take,” she moaned as her legs unwrapped from my hips and her pelvic region quietened to a series of spasmodic twitches.

 

Slowly then I rose up from her quivering body and reluctantly pulled out of her tortured twat.  I got some understanding of why some men like the missionary position because with Val lying submissively o her back and seeing, sensing the dominance I had when she was speared by my pseudo-dong made me feel incredibly powerful.

 

“Did I do it right?”

 

“My God Irene…you’re a natural…that’s the best fuck I ever had with a woman.  That’s the first time I used that strap-on…wasn’t sure if I could take all of it but you gave me no choice.  You’ve been deeper into me than anyone else ever has my dear.  I guess I sort of got another cherry that way, didn’t I?”

 

I unstrapped the dildo and then snuggled close to my best ever friend.  Maybe someday…after I’m married you can do it to me.  After my husband takes my virginity.”  I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time but I had a desire to dominate this woman the way she’d been dominating me…sort of a continuation of how I dominated her when I fucked her.

 

We must have both been exhausted because the sun was shining when we awoke and we could hear the snowplows.  We said goodbye until after Christmas because the office would be closed so I could go visit home.  It isn’t really home since my parents passed away but I’ll visit Bill and his family and maybe he can get away from the bitch Evelyn enough to fuck me a few times.

Bye until after Christmas.

 

 

 

Dear Diary:  Dec 27 – God I’m bored…and not the way I want to be bored.  Bill is fucking the bitch Evelyn every night as if he was trying to make me jealous but I know it’s to wear her down enough that we can get off alone.  It’s too cold to do it in the barn and every time we come up with a scheme she manages to torpedo it.  Anyway I dug out Diary #3 and I’m going to transpose it to the laptop.  I may make some grammar and other corrections when I do it but I promise it will be a true picture.

 

 

Dear Diary: May 23 – I wish tonight I had another best friend…other than you, Diary.  That’s the trouble with living out in the country like this.  Anyway you’re all I have so I’ll just have to confide in you even though you can’t talk back to me.

 

Tonight I became a woman.  Hah!  So what if I’m only fourteen…I’m a woman now.  And if I wasn’t so stiff and sore I’d be up on the roof telling everybody.  (That’s not true, of course.  I sure don’t want Mom & Dad to know that their little girl was made a woman tonight… especially because it was their son and male heir who did it.

 

It was all so sudden but it really wasn’t.  I’ve told you about how I’ve been watching Bill and his bitch girlfriend every Saturday night since Christmas.  It’s been frustrating seeing the way she teases him and he’s such a wimp to allow it.  He always gets her off by playing with her humungous boobs and rubbing her pussy but she doesn’t let him get under her clothes at all.  Then after he takes her home he comes back here and lies on his bed and masturbates.  At least then I get some satisfaction coz I do the same thing and imagine he has that great big lovestick up inside me.  The best times are when he loses control and I get to see his cream shoot out. Anyway tonight was different.

 

Bill had a fight with the bitch when he tried to get his hand under her skirt and on her pussy.  Then he took her home.  I waited for him to get back but finally I went to bed.  Mom & Dad were out at the Pub as they are every Saturday night and it was a lovely spring evening so I opened my bedroom widow and laid on top of the covers and let the warm breeze blow over my naked body.  I like caressing myself and I played with my nipples and stroked my pussy making it last and last.  My nipples were aching and my clitoris was the biggest it’s ever been.  I could picture every ridge and vein on Bill’s big penis and I tried to imagine how it would feel if (when) he put it inside me.  Was it going to hurt?  I slipped my middle finger inside and it was hard to imagine that little opening could stretch enough to accommodate Bill’s cock but I was sure it could.

 

Suddenly I was covered by a big, warm body and I felt something hot pushing between my legs.  I opened my eyes and saw that my dream was coming true.  It was Bill and he was naked like me and then I felt a hot, searing pain in my groin and had the feeling that I was splitting apart.  I knew what it was.  My wonderful, big brother was fucking me and he’d just broken my cherry.

 

I guess I cried out and I know I tried to stretch my legs wider apart as he thrust into me with fast, furious jabs.  He stiffened and moaned and I felt something different inside, a sort of jerking and I think I felt the wetness too.  I knew what I was feeling.  He was shooting his cream right into me like I’d seen it sometimes spout up into the air.  I felt wonderful.  I’d given him the relief that bitch Evelyn never did.

 

“Oh God Irene!  I’m sorry!  I couldn’t help myself,” Bill gasped.  “I had too much to drink and…”his voice faded away but he didn’t try to get off of me.

 

“It’s OK Bill…I wanted this…I dreamed about it,” I consoled him as I wrapped my arms around him and held him.  I sort of hurt but it was getting less and I didn’t want him to pull out so I twined my legs with his to hold him close.

 

“You mean you’re not mad at me?”

 

“No Bill.  I love you.  I’ve wanted this ever since I first felt sex feelings.”

 

We just lay there and talked with him still inside me.  After maybe two or three minutes he began a slow in-out motion and at first it kind of hurt…I think he was rubbing the raw edges of where my cherry was but then it felt better and better.

 

“You’re good Sis…never dreamed I’d ever fuck you or that you’d have such a hot, juicy cunt.”

 

Hearing him talk that way added to my wicked delight but then I felt the pressure building in my belly.  “Hurry…hurry,” I panted.  “It’s gonna happen!”  And then mammoth waves of sensation washed over my lower body and I know I had my first real climax.  The ones I’ve got from my fingers don’t compare.  He didn’t stop then though.  He kept right on until he began quick, short strokes and he groaned and it felt like he pushed right through me.  I could feel hot liquid leaking out of my pussy and running down through my bottom crack and I knew he’d really filled me with his cream.

 

He says it can never happen again but I don’t believe him.  I had to change the sheet though.  It had a big, red-stained wet patch that was a mix of my lost virginity and our love juices.  I’m keeping it hidden so I can smell it when he’s not around.

G’night Diary from a 14 year old woman.

 

 

Damn, that makes me horny.  Maybe Bill can drive me back to the city and we can have a quickie or two en route.

G’night Diary.

 

Secretarial Services – Part III

 

Dear Diary:  Jan 1 – I’ve done my good deed for the year.  Instead of going out on New Year’s Eve I came here and babysat so Joe and Val could go out.  At least they were too drunk to fuck when they got home so I didn’t have that frustration to contend with.  Y’know Diary even if Val is prettier and has those humungous hooters I bet I could steal Joe from her.  I know she can’t suck cock like Bill taught me and I’m sure she doesn’t have the muscle control he made me learn either.  But it’s not going to happen.  I’d like to steal him just to show her that she’s not as great as she thinks but it’s too risky…unless I can somehow get him to have a vasectomy.  Then he couldn’t knock me up.  Nothing can come between me and Bill that way.  He’s the only one who’s going to father my children.  Oh Oh!  They’re getting up.”

 

 

Dear Diary:  Jan 9 – Went out with Val last night but it got kind of scary.  She wanted to pick up a couple of guys at a bar…says she does it often…but I wouldn’t go along with it.  I think she’s pissed at me but I said I’d baby-sit again on January 25 and that soothed things over.  But nest week I’m going to fuck her again with that big strap-on. I like the feeling of power I get.

G’night

 

 

Dear Diary:  Jan 26 – I guess I’m an awful person but they are too. Val iis a friend of mine and she cheats on Joe so there’s no good reason why I can’t cheat with him.  And she’s had me and I’ve had her too so she can’t complain.

 

I babysat for them like I said I would again last night.  But when they got home she was drunk and Joe came down and caught me putting away one of their dirty movies.  One thing led to another…I was already horny from watching the movies and it’s been two months since I’ve had sex except for my fingers, my vibrator and Val’s tongue.  I pretended to be a virgin but I got so hot that I didn’t really fuck like one and I think he was skeptical…until I got him back down and showed him the sheet that I’d stained with some red food colouring I got in the kitchen.  The expression of pride on his face when he saw that I’d been cherry was priceless.  Now both of them think they’ve had an innocent girl but I guess Val did in fact get my lesbian cherry.

 

Anyway the fucking was fab.  He’s not as big as Bill but he has more patience.  I think I may learn more from him than from Bill even though Bill had five years to teach me.  He didn’t use a safe but that was OK.  I just finished my period.  But I’m not going to take even that risk again.

 

Of course I vowed after that I’d never do it again, just as he did, but that vow isn’t worth much.  If I hadn’t stopped him he’d have done me again and right now I wish he had.

G’night.

 

 

 

SignifEvent Journal Jan 200-

 

I’m not a diary-writer but sometimes things happen that just have to be written down and my story of Irene is one of those things. 

 

She was a country girl fresh from secretarial school three months ago when I first met her.  Irene is a brunette and not a beauty.  Not yet twenty but she already shows signs of the mustache she’ll likely have in middle age and she looks flat chested.  But her mouth is full-lipped, her legs look solid and shapely and her ass looks firm, round and shelving.

 

Irene is (when I’m writing this) the secretary for a group of engineers and I am one of them.  I immediately had lecherous intent but that’s not unusual for me.  I.m married and the lecherous intent never goes beyond dreaming …and pretending my wife is whichever other female I currently lech for.  For the first week or so I saw her casually and helped her with the technical terms that were new to her.  And she met my wife.

 

Irene and Val hit it off right away and soon Irene was visiting us, sometimes staying overnight on weekends and babysitting while we went to parties.  They sometimes too went out together on Val’s night out. And I managed to keep from making a pass at her.

 

After a few of Irene’s sleepovers I think that Val realized that I was especially passionate on the nights when Irene was sleeping on the living room sofa.  I think she guessed that I was pretending I was fucking Irene but I don’t think it bothered her because I suspect she had her own extra-marital diversions. She thought also that I was too shy to do anything and Irene was an old fashioned nice girl who wouldn’t have allowed anything anyway.  But my wife seemed to take a perverse pleasure in vocalizing her sexual satisfaction just loud enough that the pure, little country girl could hear.

 

And I had no doubt that the pure little country girl could hear.  Very clearly.  Was she a virgin?  It seemed unlikely but perhaps she was.  Did it make her hot to hear the sounds when I fucked my wife?  Obviously it did not have a negative effect because she kept coming back.

 

Val and I went to a Bobby Burns party and Irene babysat for us again.  I’d finally finished a basement rumpus room where she could sleep and watch TV or movies on the VCR.  We arrived home fairly early, well before midnight because Val had seriously over-imbibed and was falling down drunk.  I got her undressed and into the bed, took off my own clothes and put on a warm robe and then went to check on the kids and Irene.

 

At the bottom of the stairs to the basement I almost ran into Irene as she tried frantically to put something in the cupboard under the stairs.  I knew right away what she was trying to put away because except for some spare towels the only thing in that cupboard was our modest collection of pornographic videos.

 

“Joe!  Oh!” my secretary exclaimed, her face reddening with embarrassment as she straightened up and looked at me.  She was wearing a very short baby doll pajama top with no bottom.  Actually there was a bottom but I saw that it was on the bed where she’d been watching the videos and no doubt playing with her pussy.  Irene turned as if to retrieve the missing pajama bottom.

 

I reached her in a few calculated strides and wrapped my arms around her nearly naked body. I pinned her arms to her sides and pressed her tightly against me, rendering her without any capacity to move. Her body stiffened and she drew a sudden sharp breath. I did not put my hand over her mouth for I was sure she didn’t want Val to know what she’d been doing. 

 

So she didn’t cry out and thus we stood, I with my arms wrapped around her body, much like a dog that had caught a car and did not know what to do with it, and she, rigid as a rake, the womanly contours of her back and derriere molded to my body, my naked body because my robe had come open. She was at least a head shorter than me and I could have easily picked her up. Despite her solid frame, she felt soft and silky. The hollow of her back pressed against my stomach, the full roundness of her rather large bottom against my groin.

 

“Please Joe…let me go,” she whimpered as I held her pinned against me.  She was rigidly tense but she didn’t struggle so I needed only one arm to control her.  My other hand glided over the slight bumps of her breasts and discovered the hard, rubbery projections of her nipples. What Irene lacked in tit size she made up for in nipple size. Even through the flimsy fabric of her pajamas I could tell that they were like large caliber bullets, long and thick and from her reaction to my touch I suspected they were also sensitive.

 

 My right hand moved down across the convexity of her belly while my left arm held her tight against my body. My fingers encountered a luxuriant bush that covered her mons almost up to her navel and as I probed lower she clamped her thighs together.  Leaving that site for the moment I slipped my hand under her pajama top to her bare breasts. Her breasts were small but firm, like small oranges. I stroked those incredible nipples and they grew stiffer, as if by magic, mimicking my cock glowing like a red-hot poker against her buttocks. She stiffened markedly as I pinched the rubbery cylinders between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them into hard little strawberries. She pushed her head back into my neck, rolling her hair in my face, as if egging me on to explore some more.

 

My hand slid back downwards again over her tummy, past the mat of coarse hair towards that secret place where her legs came together. I avoided the hidden domain on the downward pass and found her thighs, full, firm and delectable, just like I imagined them to be. I moved my hand back upwards and I found the hairy vee wet with the evidence of sexual arousal.

 

“Don’t…oohhh doohhnnn’t,” Irene whined as my fingers probed the fleshy barrier of her tightly closed thighs.  They were soft enough that my straining fingers found the incredible softness of her fat pussy and then spread the pulpy, oily labia searched in the warm wetness for the button that by now I suspected she wanted me to find.

 

“Please Joe…pleeease let me go,” she whimpered but her ass was not pulling away from my bare cock as it nestled between the warm hemispheres of her ass and her thighs seemed to relax to give me freer access to her cunt.

 

When I found it, I was amazed at its size and gratified at how well it responded to my stimulations. She had lifted her arms, bent them at the elbows where my right arm clenched them tightly against her body and I wondered if it would be safe to let go of them and caress both her nipples and her clit at the same time. But caution prevented me, at least for the moment. I gently probed the soft fleshy areas around her clit, stroking and massaging the area around the entrance to her cave. Occasionally, I’d slip the tip of a finger into her vagina and when I did she’d utter a sharp whine that was neither protest nor acquiescence but something in between. I could hear her suck in her breath; but she spoke not a single word.

 

I was careful not to touch the sensitive areas too much too soon; I hoped I could make her surrender without any resistance but by now I knew I was going to get into her with or without her willingness. I had no doubt now that watching the videos had aroused her to the point of surrender whether she was a ‘nice girl’ or not. Like an artful master I gently probed deeper into her softness. Her thighs parted more and her juices flowed in profusion, wetting my entire hand to my wrist. Two fingers slid into her slit and approached her clit from a southerly direction. I traced the slippery path of her cuntal runway from the entrance to her vagina all the way to the clit as I imagined what it was going to be like to land my cock in that juicy port. When I heard a low guttural purr coming softly from her throat and felt the exquisiteness of her hair pressing into my neck, I gave myself over to my full intentions and showed her exactly what I could do with my fingers.

 

Many times I had done this with my wife and with earlier girlfriends to ensure they were satisfied if I came too soon.  I loved giving pleasure. My fingers worked deftly on her clit and I could feel every muscle in the firm frame that was pressed against me contract and convulse in micro spasms of uncontrollable gratification. She rolled her head and her hips in perfect unison and I could sense she was on the verge of climax. I longed to bury my cock in her hairy cunt but I held her arms tight, restraining her pleasure just an inch, so that she would know that I was in control. Her firm, round buttocks massaged my cock deliciously and I could imagine how they’d roll under my belly if I ever got my cock up into her asshole.

 

It was time to get her to the bed.  I cupped the wet, hirsute nest between her thighs that now were spreading loosely to my urging.  I supported her, lifting her off the floor as I managed to walk with her to the open sofa bed.  Then I released her arms and quickly maneuvered her body to face mine and my mouth covered hers.

 

She could have easily broken off the kiss. But she didn't. Her lips were as I remembered from the one previous brief kiss I’d stolen at the company Christmas party. They were soft and they kind of quivered against mine, a fluttering acquiescence. There was sweetness, maybe she’d had a coke earlier, and they parted to my cautiously probing tongue.

 

"No Joe... don't," she protested, finally turning her face away.

 

"I've wanted do that ever since the party, Irene." I kept my hand between her legs, my middle finger knuckle deep in the mouth of her juicy cunt and, when I kissed her again, her arms went around my neck.

 

"Please, Joe," she objected, "it's late... Val will hear." But this time her mouth had opened and my tongue had begun to explore her moist, oral cavity. And the way her arms tightened around my neck told me that she was enjoying the kiss.

 

"I know, Irene... but just a few minutes more," I said softly and it seemed natural and almost innocent for her to let me lower her onto her back on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge as I knelt on the carpet, shouldering her legs apart.

 

With my finger still lodged in her hot, wet cuntal orifice I moved higher.

 

“Please Joe…please…leave me alone,” she whimpered but she lay there completely unresisting as my face pressed her chest.

 

 "You're lovely, Irene... just this... please?" I begged as I kissed into the shallow breast-valley and my lips moved over her silky skin to the center of one breast. My God! Her nipples were the largest I'd ever encountered!  My mouth closed over the thimble-sized, rubbery projection and I sucked it between my lips, my tongue thrumming it with delight.

 

"Nooo...noooo… dooon't," Irene whined and she closed her legs on my hips as if to defend herself.  "Oohhh dooon't."

 

"But why, Irene? You like it don't you?" I alternated between the bare mounds, nibbling first one of the large, swollen nipple, then the other.  Se seemed oblivious to the fact that having my finger in her cunt was a much more intimate act.

 

"Oohhhh yesss... too much... that's why you have to stop." Bigger isn't always better but Irene's nipples were not only bigger than any I've known, but they were also extremely sensitive. The sounds that were coming from her were now panting whimpers and, when my face moved lower, I'm sure she knew what my next target was.

 

"We can't... you're married... she's my friend... she might hear us…you can't." But Irene's body was winning over her mind. I kissed down across her firm belly to the forest of pubic hair.

 

"Just this, Irene... just this... please Irene," I begged and then my nose was surrounded by the soft bush that covered her prominent mons.

 

"Oohhh nooo... I can't... hah... caaan't," she whined and she clamped her thighs tightly together but she’d already lost the battle to preserve her chastity…if it was in fact a battle. 

 

"Mmmm... please?" Her thigh-flesh yielded as I pushed my face lower and got my tongue into the upper part of the soft slit.

 

"Nooo... you're married... nooo, I never," she repeated her denial and she tried weakly to push my head away.

 

"It's just a kiss, Irene... let me... it won't hurt. Just let me this one time? Please?"

 

"Hanh... Joe... hanh... I shouldn't... hanh," and I realized that she was sobbing, but her hands were now just resting on my head, not trying any more to push me away. I was fondling her big nipples and stroking the downy flesh of her thighs and my face slipped deeper into the warm and widening opening as her legs, ever so slowly, parted.

 

Irene's body was jerking spasmodically, a mix of sobs and her heavy breathing, but I was sure that she had surrendered to being eaten. I changed position ever so cautiously, afraid that she'd change her mind. And then my tongue found her clitoris and she uttered a choking moan. I got my shoulders between her legs then; like I had done years earlier with a much younger, smooth-pussied girl I had complete and unfettered access to Irene’s hirsute lovenest.

 

I don’t know now if she'd ever experienced cunnilingus before but the effect on her of my mouth and tongue exploring her fat-lipped snatch was gratifying. Her hands were still on my head but their action was the direct opposite of her initial reaction. She had gone from trying to push me away to limply accepting my oral intimacy to pulling my head against her while she rocked her lush hips. Her pubic hair tickled my nose and the wetness of her squishily swollen cuntflesh made it difficult for me to breathe but I didn't want to give her a chance to relent. Her clit was large, big enough that I easily nipped it with my lips and, as I thrummed the hard, slick nubbin, I could hear her strangled cries of excitement.

 

My saliva added to her juices and a river was flowing from where my tongue and finger entered her cuntmouth down the valley to her buttocks.  I slipped my finger lower and felt the crinkled little nether portal and began to tease it while my lips and tongue worked on her pussy.

 

Irene was no longer making any form of protest to the liberties I was taking. My tongue alternately worked on her clit, then dipped into her hot cuntal orifice while my hands caressed her big-nippled breasts and mauled the lush firmness of her buttocks. I could feel the flex of her ass muscles as she ground her pussy wantonly against my face.

 

Cautiously I pushed at her anus with my finger and just then she gave a loud, whining gasp. Her cuntflesh seemed to bulge and palpitate and her thighs suddenly locked on my head, her hips jerking and bucking, and I knew she was cumming.

 

"Joe... hannh... Joe... gotta stop..." she panted but, unlike my wife who always pushed me away right after her climax, Irene did not. Her legs relaxed their grip on my head but she lay, loose-limbed and acquiescent, despite her gasping request that I stop. And then I realized that my middle finger was up her asshole as far as it could reach.  When she came there must have been a reflexive relaxation of her sphincter that allowed me to penetrate her ass.   And now she lay there, legs loosely spread, my mouth still kissing her twitching cunt and my finger fucking her ass. I don't know if her post-orgasmic remorse was the cause of her compliance or if the pleasure was such that she couldn't fight it but I didn't care. I wanted to fuck her and her continued submission to my oral assault was helping me to achieve my goal.

 

I could hear Irene’s sobs and her hands fluttered about my head, one moment weakly pushing me away, and then holding me slackly, as if she was torn between resistance and surrender. My nose nudged her clit as I pushed my tongue into her vagina, her fat labia swollen apart, wetly surrounding my face. I felt a tremor of her firm-muscled buttocks, a reluctant tic of her pelvis and I sensed that she was again well on the way to another climax. It was time.

 

I moved above her and looked deeply into her eyes, and Irene melted in the gaze. Her full lower lip trembled as if she was on the verge of crying as she tilted her mouth up for a kiss. She uttered a whimpered moan as my mouth covered hers. My face was oily wet with her effusions and it slipped back and forth over her slack-lipped mouth when I kissed her. My tongue thrust inward sensuously.  I flicked it around and around her soft lips, and then pried it in slowly, into her mouth.

    

As I kissed her I became more and more aroused, but also more and more gentle.  Perhaps she was really a nice girl and I was taking advantage of her naiveté. 

    

Then Irene threw her arms around my neck, and pressed her muff into my raging hard-on and I wondered if she was really innocent or just a horny woman.

 

"Oh, you have to stop," she moaned, softly.

 

"Have I ever told you how marvelous you are?" I said softly, tracing the clean plane of her cheek from her tear-wet eyes down to her chin.

    

My mouth covered hers again and she sucked my tongue into her mouth, and bit on it gently.  She moaned, as my erection pressed against her furry muff, hard and ready, and pulsing with lust. 

    

I lay on top of my secretary’s unresisting body, and I placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy.  The fur-fringed labia spread easily and as I pushed in ever so slightly the head of my cock slid past the fat, lust-oiled fleshrolls and I felt the burning heat of her cuntmouth.

 

“Stop Joe…you can’t,” Irene whimpered but her legs seemed to part more to accommodate my hips and I thought I detected a barely perceptible upward tilt of her pelvis.  “Please…you have to stop…hanh…you’re married….hanh …what if Val hears,” she panted but her actions were not matching her words.

 

“I have to Irene…I need you,” I moaned as I thrust inward slowly.  My cock head slipped easily into her well-buttered cunt.  She was wonderfully tight, much tighter than Val’s baby-stretched passage, tighter even than before she’d had a baby. 

    

I worked my hands under her sweating back, pressing her small, hard tits against my throbbing chest, flattening them out. I pushed inward, feeling my secretary’s tight cunt give way before the fleshy onslaught of my powerful prick.  I felt the sensitive flesh twitch and tingle under the wet soft stimulation of her soft tunnel.

    

"Oh no, I never," Irene moaned, “Never did it before,” as my cock thrust inward, until my balls were pressing against her quivering ass cheeks.

    

And then Irene put her hands on my buttocks as I raised my ass high in the air, pulling my cock out until only the tip of it was embedded in her cunt, and then lunged forward again, driving my cock deeply into the steaming well of her sex.

 

Her cuntal walls closed in around my throbbing tool and I felt the heat of her twitching cuntwalls permeate my pulsing cock.  Her pussy juices flowed lavishly out of her cunt, and trickled out of her tightly stuffed hole.  Damn! Maybe I was her first I gloated as I savoured her glorious tightness.

 

Irene ground her swollen, hot pussy up into my groin, our pubic hair meshing in a wet mass as I moved higher so that my cockshaft was sliding over her clitoris.

    

Her breathing issued from her passion-constricted throat in gasping sobs, as her heat built. I drove my prick in and out of her cunt while she kneaded the flesh of my ass cheeks.  My cock felt hot and hard in her cunt as I drove deeply and smoothly in and out of her.

 

“Nuh…nunh…not safe,” my secretary mumbled, “You’ll make me pregnant,” but her ‘nice girl’ façade was suspect when she started to grind her hips upward, mashing her swollen pink-fleshed twat against my hairy groin.  She became wanton, wild, as the passion increased.

 

“Yunh…yunh…harder,” she urged with unchaste demands.  “Gonna cum… you’re making me cum,” she panted as her legs rose to wrap around my plunging hips and try to lock me deeper inside.

 

I grunted, and my humping became harder, and faster.  Irene must have felt my cock swelling in her cunt. She was now so open to me that I felt like I was a foot long, totally enclosed by the dark, wet reaches of her sex tunnel.

    

Irene tightened her legs around my hard-humping waist and clung to me as the first throes of her orgasm gripped at her gut and I felt her belly bulge and pulsate under mine.

 

Irene started to whimper as I felt her muscles gripping at my hard-driving cock, felt her orgasm drive higher and higher, as my tool continued to plow in and out of the hot dark hole of her pussy.

    

She gripped at my waist with her legs, and pulled my face down to hers, kissing me hotly, greedily.  My mouth took possession of hers, and my tongue flicked in and out of her hot oral cavity with almost the same rhythm that my cock was driving in and out of her hot, wet cunt.

    

My ‘nice girl’ secretary seemed to be totally abandoned to the pleasure of my lust as she writhed like a mad woman under my strong, demanding body. Her cunt was milking me with incredible spasms like a soft hand that squeezed me almost to the point of pain. And then my cock exploded with its hot eruption of man juice and the spasming contractions of her cunt seemed to suck up the juices, deep into her womb. My cock made wet sucking noises, as it thrust in and out of her quivering, convulsing quim.  Never before had I been milked like this and I felt as if she was drawing every last drop of sperm from my aching balls.

    

Irene must have heard me grunt, felt my grip on her flailing body tighten, as my cock pistoned in and out of her like greased lightning, every inward thrust depositing another load of gism into her hot and eager hole.

    

My wiling victim squealed as her orgasm peaked, and then started to fade away.  She writhed against me for a long time.  Her orgasm was prolonged, and powerful, and when she finally relaxed against my still-heaving body, while I emptied my balls into her, she trembled weakly. I thrust into her one last time, and then lay, relaxed and trembling with the aftermath of my own orgasm, pressing her body into the bed.

 

“Joe…oh Joe…what have we done?”  Irene’s cock-plugged body shook with her sobbing question.  “You didn’t use a condom.  I could tell.”

 

“It’ll be all right Irene,” I consoled her.

“But Joe…I never did it…I was…you know…what if I’m pregnant?”

 

I gave her words of comfort while my cum-drained tool slowly softened until it slipped out of her cum-flooded fuckwell.  And like her, I hoped I hadn’t knocked her up.

 

The aftermath of an otherwise enjoyable fuck was a long, tearful talk with my remorseful secretary.

 

“It was my fault Joe.  I’m sorry,” she’d sobbed.  “I made you betray Val …my friend. I made you cheat.”  I’d absolved her from blame and after an hour of bemoaning our mutual disloyalty I was ready to do it again. 

 

“No Joe…never again…I’ll always remember this…my first time…it was beautiful,” she whimpered.  “You still respect me don’t you?  Please say that you do.”

 

After more words of consolation and chaste kisses on her soft, tear-wet mouth I gave up and went upstairs to bed.  I had barely slid under the covers when I heard a faint tap at the bedroom door.

 

“Please Joe,” my tearful secretary whispered....you have to help me.”

 

I followed her downstairs where, with a sob she pulled back the top sheet to display a hand-sized red stain in the middle of the bottom sheet.

 

“What’ll I do?  If Val sees it she’ll know.”

 

A mix of emotions overwhelmed me.  One was fear of discovery and a second was guilt that I’d doubted her innocence.  The strongest though was the ego-boosting sense of triumph that I’d broken her cherry.

 

“Can you tell her you started your period?”

 

“Oh Joe!  Yes!  Thank you.   And I hope I have another period after what we just did.  I can feel your sperm inside me.

 

 

 

Secretarial Services – Part IV

 

Dear Diary:  Jan 30 – It’s been a long week.  Joe has been away on a business trip to Head Office so I haven’t had a chance to find out how he’ll treat me after stealing my virginity. (Ha!)  And now that I’ve been fucked by someone other than my big brother (and my boss’s wife if I include lesbian sex) I’m hornier than I’ve ever been.  Damn!  Bill has to get rid of that bitch Evelyn so we can live together and I can have his babies.  Val called today and asked me to sit for them tomorrow night.  She says she’s missed Joe while he’s been away and she wants to take him to dinner and make a special night of it for him.  Yeah?  She said she’d gone out on Wednesday night…her usual night out when Joe is home to take care of the kids but she’d treated herself to a babysitter.  I think she maybe treated herself to another man too and she wants to try to make up for it by being extra good to her husband.  She say that to pay me back for all the sitting I’ve been doing for them she’s going to take me to New York on Easter weekend.  That could be fun and I’ve never been there before.   (But not the first place she’s taken me that I haven’t been before.)

 

Dear Diary:  Feb 1 – It’s only 2 PM but I need to sleep the rest of the weekend.  I hardly saw Joe last night.  As soon as I got there they called a cab and then I was busy putting the kids to bed.  As always the kids were perfect and I made a gin and tonic and went downstairs to my ‘room’.  Couldn’t help but remember my last time there but I wasn’t going to give in to my libido again…at least not with Joe.  I drank and watched videos…they don’t have a lot but they are really good.  And they got me hot too but not so hot I was going to take any more chances with getting knocked up.  I’ve been waiting five years to have Bill do that, nobody else.

 

They got home earlier than I expected…only shortly after ten PM and they made a helluva racket when they came in and I could tell that Joe was drunk but I wasn’t sure about Val.  I heard her check on the kids but neither of them came downstairs and the reason was soon (and noisily) apparent.

 

They need a new bed. I heard the springs squeaking as I’d heard before but of course in the basement I couldn’t see them.  Then I heard Val…she doesn’t fuck quietly…and it went on and on.  I was feeling like Joe shortchanged me last weekend.  He must have been using Viagra or something because he fucked her for more than half an hour before I had to go upstairs to the bathroom.  The bedroom door was wide open but luckily they didn’t look in my direction.  I must have stood there with my hand on my pussy for five minutes watching my boss plough his wife.  I went upstairs two other times, not because I needed to pee but to see if he really was screwing her that long.  The third time though he was on his back and Val was bent over and noisily sucking his cock.  I’ve sucked Bill’s cock lots like I said before and I know I’m better than she but while I was standing there looking at them Joe groaned and began to hump up into Val’s face.  She made a gagging sound but she didn’t pull away and I realized that she was letting him cum in her mouth.  Uggh!  Not even for Bill did I allow that.

 

I was back in bed for less than five minutes when Val came downstairs, naked as she was when Joe was fucking her.  She slid under the covers next to me while I pretended to be asleep.  God though it felt good to me when she cuddled close and rubbed her big tits on my arm.

 

“Wake up sleepyhead,” she said and she didn’t even whisper it.  “I want your body,” and her hand slipped down between my legs.  “I bet you heard me getting fucked and it made you hot.”

 

“Quiet Val…Joe might hear us.”

 

“Not to worry.  He’s too drunk…and besides I just gave him a special gift so he’s in a heavenly coma.”

 

Val pushed the covers off us and sat with knees up and legs apart and looked regal doing it. I must have been drooling. Even with a slight roll of belly fat, she looked delicious. Her pussy hair was closely cropped and her cunt lips glistening wet and slightly agape from her lengthy fucking. As I looked at the open outer folds I realized that I was unconsciously licking my lips. Val was looking at my cunt too and before either of us could utter any comments I kissed her, feeling my nipples brush against her big, soft breasts which sent a ripple of lust through my body. We were now face-to-face; my legs over hers, our slits just inches apart; and our foreheads touching as, with our eyes half-closed, we angled out faces and pressed our lips together…our mouth lips, that is.  Val’s mouth opened and her tongue meshed with mine and I detected a strange, almost salty taste from her saliva.

 

“Can you taste him, Irene?  Can you taste Joe’s cum?”

 

I shuddered with momentary distaste as I remembered how she’d gagged but then kept on giving him head.  But at the same time I got a hot thrill from sharing their salacious intimacy. I inhaled the intoxicating perfume of Joe’s sperm as she murmured huskily, “I only let him cum in my mouth on special occasions, Irene…like that night not long ago when I knew you were watching us.  The first time I did though he proposed marriage but this time it was to make amends for something I did.”  With our mouths still together, I slid my hand into Val’s slit and immersed it in her juices as I asked, “Why?  What did you do?”

 

Her body quivered as I probed and she gasped, “Oh God Irene …you turn me on.  Another man…the one I was with on Wednesday …he wouldn’t stop and he came in my mouth so I owed it to Joe to let him do it too.”

 

Val had both her hands on my ass as she kissed me deeply and I warmed with the pleasure of her compliments.  “You have such a wonderful body Irene…such a firm, shapely ass…your big, strong legs….that sexy mouth and those fantastic nipples.  And your hairy pussy really turns me on. (I apologize for writing so much detail, Diary, but it is sort of a substitute pleasure for real sex.)  You can get anyone you want Irene…those legs…that lovely ass and that sexy mouth.  I bet that guys would kill to have you suck their cocks and if you let a guy go off in your mouth he’ll be yours for life.”

 

Val’s body quivered as I probed and when I brought my wet finger up and held it between our noses I heard her sob ‘so good, so good’ and she leaned in and took the finger into her mouth, tasting her own honey.  I wondered that she was acting so hot after she’s been fucked for almost an hour but it didn’t matter. My fingers were in her pussy, her fingers were in mine. I felt like I was stroking liquid velvet. Her nub-like clit slickly rolled around my touch. I slid my finger deep inside her and felt indescribable warmth, a wetness that went beyond her own excitement and I realized that Joe had not only deposited sperm in her mouth but must have first pumped it into her cunt. Damn!  It made me want him but there was no way I could safely fuck him no matter how much I wanted him unless?  As Val and I slowly gyrated on each other’s hand, I lustily gazed at her face and body, noting every twitch on her lips, her half-closed eyes, the jiggle of her breasts and at the same time visualized the expressions I’d seen on her husband’s face, the intense pleasure when he’d entered me and the lewd triumph when he thought he’d got my cherry.  It made me both want to please him and to take him down a peg. But right now I couldn’t get enough of seeing his wife naked. Her free hand palmed my breast and lovingly squeezing the nipples. A second finger slid into my cunt and I groaned approvingly as I fixed my eyes on hers. I restrained her hand so she wouldn’t get too deep and find out that there was no longer the hymeneal barrier of the virgin I claimed to be.  There was no sound in the house but that of two women softly grunting and gasping into each other’s ears.

 

I think we could have stayed like this forever. Could have if she hadn’t suddenly started working some new magic with hand down there. Her face was watching mine and I know my mouth was hanging loose when I felt the train began to speed up. At the same time her inner walls began to widen as I moved my fingers against them in a circular motion. Her body was grinding just like it had when I fucked her with that huge strap-on. “Irene”, she gasped. I had her, I thought and my two fingers, still circling, started wiggling inside her and I could hear a delightful squishing sound as I stirred the cocktail of her juices and Joe’s sperm. Our eyes locked. We were determined to watch each other cum. I was determined to make her cum now but she was fighting it. Her face became urgent. “Irene!” she called out, knowing she was about to go over the falls, “Irene, Irene, Irene…” She couldn’t concentrate and her hand contracted over my cunt. Still inside me her fingers crooked upwards and she was literally gripping my pussy as she fought to hold on. It’s a wonder she didn’t realize I had no hymen but anyway, doing this she was pressing against a Magic Spot and I felt an amazing sensation flood through my loins. And I mean FLOOD as I felt myself virtually gush all over Val’s hand as if I was ejaculating. “IRENE!” she cried out and that was it. I screamed out an inarticulate set of vowels and we both exploded and Joe must have really been passed out since he didn’t hear us. 

 

And then Val was on her knees between my legs and slowly licking my slit with long, sensuous strokes of her tongue from the very bottom to the top, each stroke punctuated by a hot nibbling of my clit.  I must have been sensitized by the fingering she’d given me because the sensations in my pussy region were as intense as any I’ve ever felt.  And it gave me a feeling of power and command to have the older, big-breasted woman paying such humble homage to my lustful desires.  And then I was holding her face mashed against my pussy and my thighs were locked around her head as I humped hard to her face and felt her tongue thrusting into me.

 

I think I slept or passed out or something in the aftermath of my climax and I came to with the feeling of being jerked around.  I looked up and Val was kneeling over me, her big jugs swaying and bobbling while he hands were under my bottom.  I cried out something like, “What’re you doing?” and then I realized that she was strapping that huge fake cock to me.

 

“I need more Irene…I need to be fucked,” she mumbled and I saw then the nearly empty gin bottle beside the bed.  Her eyes were sort of glassy and she was fumbling with the straps that she was trying to buckle onto me and I realized that she was drunk.  Sexily so. 

 

Wearing that impossibly big false penis gave me a marvelous feeling of power as I pushed her compliant body down on her back and mounted her.  She got both hands on my fake cock but I roughly pushed through her weak grip and plunged all ten inches of wrist-thick dildo into her sloppy-wet cunt.

 

“Huunnggghhh!”  It’s a wonder Joe didn’t hear her groan when I slammed into her but then her legs wrapped around my hips and she fucked up at me as if she was taking a normal sized cock.  I mauled her tits and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her until my efforts were finally rewarded by the result I was after.  “Enough Irene…can’t take any more,” she gasped and then I turned on the little vibrator, ground against her hips and with the dildo pushed in as far as it could reach I let the strap-on work its magic on me until I shuddered through another climax.

 

I was awake now and I savoured the sense of power I was enjoying from subduing the lovely, experienced woman.  I hoped she wasn’t too drunk to remember me as an overpowering lover.  I stayed inside her battered cunt for almost an hour as she gave occasional jerks and twitches like a speared fish in its dying moments.  It was after four AM when I dismounted from her laxly splayed frame and urged her to return to her own bed before Joe woke up and came looking for her.

 

I’m not sure how much she remembers today, Diary, but she brought me home at noon with no comment about our night.

 

 

SignifEvent Journal Feb 200-

It was maybe a good thing that I had to be away the week after I got Irene’s cherry and I didn’t really even see her when she came to baby-sit for us. When I got back to the office on Monday morning, more than a week since I’d taken her virginity, Irene lowered her eyes and blushed when I went past her desk.  We had no communication that day or the next until quitting time when I called and asked her to come to my office.

 

I kept a small supply of liquor in a locked cupboard and in the little fridge I had soft drinks, including Tonic.  When Irene arrived at my office I had ready for her a very stiff gin and tonic.

 

“We need to talk,” I began.

 

“No…it’s all right.  I understand what happened…it was my fault and…like, I should thank you, Joe.  I’m sure the first time isn’t as lovely as that for many virg…girls.”  Irene sat and looked down modesty as she sipped her drink.

 

“You are wonderful; Irene…wonderful and beautiful and…I’ve never known anyone as exciting as you.  And this is my night out so I want to take you to dinner.” 

 

“Oh Joe, I couldn’t,” she protested, “What would Val think?”

 

“We won’t tell her.  I’ll come to your place at six and we’ll go to that little Italian place and we can talk all we want…and you’ll be safe from me there.”

 

“Well…I don’t know?” Irene drained her drink and got up to leave.

 

“I’ll see you at six,” I said as she left my office without confirming yes or no but I was reading ‘yes’ into her silence.

 

Irene was ready at six and we walked to the restaurant which was less than a block from her place.  Irene was not very worldly and I think the dinner impressed her.  We had a somewhat secluded table in the dimly lit restaurant and I had ordered everything by telephone in advance from the aperitif to the wine and our meals, finishing with first a dessert wine and then a fine cognac.  The waiter was polished and I suspect Irene never before had such a dinner in her young life.

 

During the evening I professed love for her and pretended regret that I might have caused her emotional distress by taking her virginity.  I praised her beauty and truthfully told her it had been my most pleasurable time with a woman ever.  Her responses were shy blushes and occasionally she was unable to hide that she liked my compliments.  The compliments became increasingly risqué as the evening progressed and the alcohol took effect and, by the time we left the restaurant, she was leaning rather unsteadily against me.  We walked to her place with hips and thighs pressed close and I was optimistic that I would once again get into the most delightful cunt I had ever experienced.

 

“It’s been a wonderful evening, Irene.  Can I come in for a nightcap?” I asked as we stood at the door to the building where her apartment was.

 

“Oh Joe…it has been wonderful…but I don’t have anything for a nightcap… unless coffee will do?”

 

That was the answer I’d hoped for.  “Just a moment then…I have something in the car,” and quickly I went to my car that was parked right beside the entrance and got a bottle of cognac I’d brought for just this eventuality.

 

There was not a lot of furniture in the small apartment so I didn’t have to do any maneuvering to end up sitting beside her.  There was only the hideabed sofa and two hard chairs so we naturally sat on the sofa.

 

I was surprised and encouraged by the way she downed the first cognac.  There was no snifter for it so she was drinking from a small water glass but no matter, it was still a potent libation.  After I handed her the second drink I took her free hand in mine and kissed it.

 

“Can I kiss you Irene?  You have the softest, sweetest, most desirable mouth in the world.”

“Joe…we can’t do that…it’s not right,” but when I leaned closer she didn’t pull away and then we were kissing.  Our tongues meshed wetly and when they did she seemed to react strongly, her saliva flooding my mouth.  She broke off the kiss to protest, then let me kiss her again as we likely repeated the same succession of arguments that had occurred the night I fucked her.  I was caressing her firm body through the tight-fitting dress she’d worn to dinner and I was wondering just how I was going to get it off.

 

“Please Irene darling…let me kiss you…you know…down there,” and I moved a hand to her groin.

 

“NO…Oh God no Joe…we can’t…it’s not safe…it’s wrong.”

 

“Please Irene…you like it…you know you do.”

 

“But that’s why…you’ll want more…and I can’t…I can’t let you cheat on Val… and it’s not safe.”

 

“But darling…it’s not cheating…it’s just a kiss…I want to make you feel good… just to give you pleasure.”

 

She’d been denying me with words but the hem of her short dress had slid up almost to her waist and my hand was tugging at the waistband of her panties.

 

“But…promise that’s all…just your mouth…promise?”  As she asked me for an unlikely promise she arched her hips and let me pull her silken panties down past her knees until they dropped to her ankles.  Afraid that she’d change her mind I quickly slipped off the sofa to kneel in front of her and slip the panties off her feet.

 

“Oh Joe…it’s wrong…so wrong…but?  Please…just this…nothing more…. just your mouth.”

 

I easily shouldered her legs apart and in a moment my face was buried in the luxuriant hairiness of her fat, wet pussy.  Her wetness was confirmation that she was aroused and as I began to lick her hairy slit I slipped my hand under her to tease the puckered nether orifice.

 

“Joe…oohhh Joe…that feels wonderful,” she sighed and I detected a slight movement of her hips.  I titillated her bulging clitoris and applied gentle pressure to her anal opening.  I could hear how her breathing was becoming more laboured, little whining gasps and sudden whooshes of breath as I teased her clit and her asshole.

 

“Please Irene…please,” I begged.  “Let me do more? I want you so very much.”

 

"Oh…Joe… Joe," she panted, "What's happening to me?  It feels so good when you do this…kiss me… But I don't understand.  I want…I want more….But I'm afraid…Oh-h-h-h it’s so wrong…what's happening to me?”

 

And as her words implied surrender her hips were now moving against me with a life of their own, her warm thighs squeezing my head.  With each thrust and squeeze of her thighs, Irene's breath exploded from her in a grunting sigh.

 

“Mmmm…love your sweet, hairy pussy Irene…you’re so soft…so padded,” I murmured into her pussy.

 

"No Joe, we mustn't.  I'm not ready for…I'm scared.  Please try to understand."

 

Her firm thighs clamped on my head and her hips began the jerking motion of copulation. Yes! I was going to get her again!

 

"Oh please…please Joe…I need…Ohhh Joe…I…I,” she panted as I buried my face and tongue in the slippery wetness of her excited cunt.   “Please Joe don't stop…doing …that. OH…OH…OH! YES!!!  I'm cumming! There Joe. Oh my God yes!"

 

Her belly and pussy bulged and palpitated and then her thigh-grip on my head relaxed as I eased her quivering body of the sofa and down on carpeted floor.

 

"No, Joe.  We can’t…not that unless?”

 

“Unless what Irene,” I asked in my lust-thickened voice as I pushed her down flat and began to push down my pants.

 

“If…like…do you have a condom?”

 

“No…nothing,” I groaned as I freed my raging erection and held her down while I mounted over her hips.

 

“”But…hanh…but…it’s not safe,” she sobbed but I was surprised at how easily I got my knees between hers again and spread her legs.

 

“It’ll be all right….just this once,” and I used a hand to guide my throbbing tool to the dripping wet slit.

 

“No…please Joe…don’t cum inside me,” but even as she protested Irene’s wide pelvis tilted with a skill that usually is only gained from experience.

 

“Not there, please.  I'm scared.  Oh…it feels…it…feels…so-o-o-o good.  Oh…oh Joe…oh…please stop."

 

The way her body opened to me and the grasping of her pussy told me that she really didn't want me to stop.  I pushed in until the tip of my cock felt the hardness of her cervix and I stayed rigid, soaking up the moist heat of her snug-fitting cuntsheath.  I was insinuated a finger so that it was massaging her pulpy slit just above where my steel-hard cock was gripped by her cuntmouth and as I pushed against her clit with my finger her belly bulged and fluttered and I wondered if she was cumming again.

 

“Oh God Irene…your cunt is so hot… it feels so good squeezing my cock,” I moaned, wondering how she would react to my lewd words.

 

“Nah…Joe…don’t…don’t cum…you’ll make me pregnant,” but even as she protested Irene began a slow pumping of her hips in rhythm.  Her breath was now escaping in panting grunts as she was taken higher and higher towards the release of orgasm.

    

I was still in control but afraid to pump into my secretary’s juicy enclosure, not sure how much longer I could fuck her without being in danger of going off.  I was tempted to think, so what?  She’s just another easy lay even if she gave me her cherry. I flexed my cock within her and with each flex her belly gave a spasmodic jerk, and her pussy clamped tight on me as if her whole lower body was inviting me to move inside her.

    

“Please Joe…please get off…I can’t stop you but it’s too dangerous,” and although her legs remained spread in submissive acceptance of my cunt-filling cock she pushed at my chest. “Please Joe…use your hand on me…I’ll make it good for you too,” and the forceful way she pushed at me told me that she was serious.

 

“Oh God, Irene…you’re so good…I want to finish in you,” I moaned as I reluctantly withdrew from her steamy twat and lying on the floor beside her I slipped my fingers into her lust-sodden cunt

 

“I’m sorry Joe…I just can’t let you do it,” she whimpered and as my finger entered her tunnel, she shook with excitement.  “I…hanh…couldn’t enjoy it…not if,” and I felt her passage grasping at my invading finger as if trying to pull it in deeper. I imagined how it would feel when that muscular tube again enclosed my throbbing cock.  Even with a condom it would be heavenly. Then as I began a rhythmic insert-withdraw motion with my finger, she willed her hips to match my motion. 

 

"Yes, darling…that's the way…Move it…more…oh…faster…faster. Uh! Unh!  That's good.  Deeper!  Put it in deeper!”

 

“Oh God Irene…my cock will go deeper…I want so much to fuck your hot cunt Irene…please let me?” but as I pleaded I followed her directions, and speeded up the in and out motion of my finger, straining to get into her deeper.

 

Irene was panting and on the verge of orgasm and perversely I stopped finger-fucking her.  “No!  Don’t stop!  Not yet!” she cried out in panic as my fingers ceased the in-out motion and merely teased her swollen clit.

 

“Promise you’ll make me cum too,” I demanded.  “You have to do what I want!”

 

“Yanh…yanh…anything,” my secretary gasped, “Just make me cum!”  As I moved my fingers in short fast stokes, Irene crashed to climax.  Her pussy grasped at my fingers and almost caused me to come myself without further assistance.  The memory of how she’d milked me the night I fucked her made me sick with desire but I controlled myself and once her climax was over I began a slow and ever deepening stroking of her pussy.  I could see her begin to climb towards climax once more and the continued teasing of her clit caused her hips to jerk in response. Then with a final upward thrust of her hips, Irene climaxed again, her hips and legs thrashing on the carpeted floor, showing me what I could expect the next time I really fucked her.

 

My nearly nude secretary was wasted.  She lay back on the floor, spread-legged, her hips twitching as I fingered her wet cunt.  I took her limp-wristed left hand and placed it on my fully erect cock.

 

“Irene darling,” I murmured, now make me cum.”  I drew her limp body with me until she was kneeling between my legs as I sat on the sofa. I pushed her head down until my cock was bumping her chin.

 

“Joe…nah…no…I can’t,” she whimpered as I arched my hips to bump the tip of my cock against her pursed lips.

 

“Please Irene…you said you would,” I begged, holding her head down.  “I did it for you.”

 

With a faint whimper my kneeling secretary looked at me with her big, tear-wet eyes.  “I never Joe…never did it before.  Promise you won’t…like…. won’t cum in my mouth?”

 

“I promise,” I acceded readily giving her the promise that ranks in believability up with ‘the cheque is in the mail’ as I pushed her head down.

 

“How Joe?  How do I do it,” she asked as she looked up at me with her big, brown eyes.

 

“Just kiss it darling…wrap your lips around it,” I begged as I pushed her head down.  And then Irene began to serve me and it was as if she knew exactly what to do, she gave me a steady knob job with her tongue upon my bulbous head. Her lips wrapped just below the crown leaving her room for her tongue to swirl about the head brining me great pleasure as I moaned and grunted.

 

“Oohh God Irene, that’s good,” I moaned.  “You look so sexy with your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.  You’re wonderful.”

 

Irene closed her eyes and her lips slid down my shaft until she gagged when I felt the tip bump the back of her throat.

 

“Gannh…easy…you’re so big,” she mouthed, her voice slurred by my moth-filling cock.  “Glanngh…you’ll choke me,” she gasped when I pushed her head down again but this time for just a moment the sensitive head of my cock was surrounded by the constriction of her throat.

 

“Glanngh…hannh,” Irene panted and the submissive way she looked up at me with her red lips stretched around me almost made me blow my load right then.

 

“Oh God Irene…you’re good…fabulous….the best.” I moaned and I watched as her fingers curled around the thick base of my cock. Her head bobbed over my groin and there were wet, slushy sounds, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, saliva drooling from her mouth and wetting my ball sac.

My surprisingly talented secretary raised her head and dropping her eyes she looked to my cock shaft, seeing it glisten from the dim light, her warm spit coating every inch of it. My hands reached out gripping the sides of her head as I drew her back between my thighs, burying her nose in the patch of curls, holding her there as I pushed in.  I could hear her gurgling protest but the feeling as I forced my cock into her throat smothered any constraint I might have had.  Damn!  She was deep-throating me!

 

“Hmmmmph,” Irene grunted when her nose was mashed to my hairy pubis and I thrilled to the hot sensations as she swallowed, her throat muscles massaging my cockhead. I groaned out as she struggled, I liked that bit of fight as she tried to pull back. I showed her I was in charge, I controlled her motions, her mind, her body all becoming my slowly.

My grip on her head tightened even more as I pumped her up and down, masturbating mindlessly with her mouth.  My fingers twirled and twined her hair around them; I gripped her hair yanking her head back and forth along my throbbing meat stick. I knew where I wanted my cock, I wanted her to understand and know what pleased me, what she needed to learn to do.   Yes! She was mine, all mine I gloated as her velvety wet lips sucked my length within her warm hot wet mouth.

Each time I allowed her to pull me from her throat she moaned out, as she gasped a deep breath and then Irene looked up seeing my eyes once again, studying my face as I pushed the head onto her throat and I wondered if she was wondering how good this felt to me, how good she looked between my legs sucking my fat rigid prick. Her eyes widened in alarm as she felt her head yanked forth between my legs as she grunted out loudly, the head throbbing in her esophagus as she swallowed around my head, massaging my fuck muscle.

 

“Nah…don’t…you promised,” she gasped as she forced her head away from my cock.  “Don’t cum Joe…not in my mouth!”

“Take it baby…I let you cum,” I groaned as I roughly pushed her head down again.  I’m sure Irene felt my cock throbbing, jerking within her mouth and she must have known I was close to release.

 

“Gawd ... that's it.!...Heeeeeeerrrrr ... ittttt ... cuuummmmmmsssss!” I cried out as I dragged her head down until her lips were pressed around the base of my cock.

 

Irene’s eyes widened again as I felt that first spurting ecstatic thrill of climax and I erupted into her hotly enclosing mouth.  It was as if my semen was a drug. Her hands reached down and gently fondled my full heavy sac. She tugged, rolled and massaged, jostling the twin orbs about within my fleshy sac. I jetted, squirted, surged as I dumped my seed into the mouth of my own personal cum dumpster.

Irene was ready, she was mine, her throat was open for me to fill now and she tried to guzzle it all spurt after spurt as I painted the walls of her throat. I watched as it seeped from the corners of her mouth.  I may never before have ejaculated as much volume and it dribbled out, as it dribbled down her chin as well. But she didn't stop sucking, she continued to drain me.

And then as I relaxed in the lassitude of post-orgasmic satiety her eyes locked with my own, looking for that look of approval like a child would from their parents. Her floating strand of hair stick to her brow upon the beads of sweat that she worked up from giving me head. She awaited some kind of signal to be given before she stopped, before she pulled her mouth from my cock.

 

“You’re the world’s best cocksucker,” I sighed and my secretary sucked me till I went soft within her mouth, as if not wanting to leave a drop behind.  Finally she pulled her mouth from me as I held her head approving her with such a face filled with pleasure and satisfaction.

 

“You promised you wouldn’t,” she said meekly.  “You promised.”

 

I drew my kneeling secretary from her submissive position between my knees and her pink tongue flicked out to clean the viscous dribble of gism from the corner of her mouth.  I kissed her, tasting the faint flavour of my semen from her mouth and she snuggled close to me.  I know I could have fucked her then but her mouth had drained my immediate need.

 

“Thank you darling.  You’re wonderful,” I murmured as I caressed her hairy cunt, preparing for the next step.

 

“No Joe…we have to stop…you’ve had your way with me…please go home to your wife.”

 

We had a brief debate over staying versus going but it was late and Val would wonder if I was too late so I gave up my quest for that night. But I’d try again.  I wanted to be in her tight, muscular cunt more than anything else in the world.

 

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Secretarial Services – Part V

 

Dear Diary:  Feb 6 – I hate him and I wish I could quit my job but I need the money.  I made a huge mistake on Tuesday when I let him take me to dinner.  He can act so nice and I believed what he said. He made me feel beautiful (which I know I’m not) and it was the classiest dinner I’ve ever had.  I know I kind of cheated him by making him think he got my virginity and he certainly seemed to appreciate it or maybe he just felt like he was a winner.  And I’m sure he still believes he was my first. 

 

I shouldn’t have let him kiss me but he was so nice to me (and he does turn me on or at least, he used to).  I guess I had too much to drink too and I thought I could control him by letting him kiss my pussy.  (It must be a family thing because I think he likes my hairiness as much as his wife does.)

 

Did he plot the whole thing?  He got me so damned hot and then wouldn’t make me cum again until I promised to use my mouth on him.  The bastard promised he wouldn’t cum in my mouth but I think he planned to all along.  I hate him and especially I hate the way he was able to control me.  I just couldn’t stop once he began to spurt into my mouth and uggh…I swallowed it just like Val did.  I hate feeling so weak but when he did that I felt like I had to do whatever he wanted.  I’ll get even with him somehow.

 

Dear Diary:  Feb 16 – I think I hate Val as much as I hate Joe.  I’ve given him the cold shoulder since he took me to dinner and I’m enjoying it.  He’s like a little boy, he wants me so much and I let him beg and pretend to care and be afraid of pregnancy (which I truly am).  Anyway he went curling again this weekend and I agreed to keep Val company.

 

That woman is insatiable.  And totally obscene and lecherous… and I have to stay away from her before she makes me the same as she is.  She’s taught some of her stuff to Joe…or he taught her.  Sometimes when she eats me…no, most times when she eats me (and she has me talking the lewd way that she does) she sticks her finger in my bottom like Joe has both times I’ve been with him.  It feels good…sort of odd but exciting only I don’t like thinking about it.

 

I’m embarrassed to tell you what else she got me to do but I’ll tell you anyway.  We’d had quite a lot to drink…and you know that when I drink I sometimes forget what’s right and what’s wrong. 

 

“Do you know what fisting is?”

 

When Val asked me that I was just getting my breath back after she kissed me… and I mean down there.  God, she drives me wild!  She knows exactly where to out her tongue.  Anyway when I had enough breath to answer I told her that I had no idea what fisting was unless it was a way of fighting.

 

“Well Irene, my love…I’m going to show you or really, you’ll show me.  I want you to fist me.”

 

“But how?”  At that moment I was more interested in sleeping than any other activity.

 

“You’re going to put your hand…all of it…up inside my pussy,” and she grabbed my hand that was lying limply by my side.  (All of me was limp after what she’d done to me.)   She ran her hot tongue around my middle finger and then she sucked in my other fingers, stuffing her mouth and stretching her lips. She was drooling wetly and the saliva dribbled down on my forearm as  she sucked noisily, sliding my fingers in and out, wetting them even more with her saliva.   I was getting turned on when she took my hand firmly and moved it down towards her crotch.

"Touch me there, as you do when you’re masturbating,” Val said softly as she rubbed my index finger along the wet crevice of her swollen cuntlips, up and down, the wetness giving lubrication for my finger to slide inside. She guided me somehow so that my hand was turned around with the palm against her pubis and two fingers curving up and into her vagina. Val held my wrist forcing my hand inside insistently, moving it in and out, arching her back with pleasure, arching her back and gasping.

Val was obviously enjoying what I was doing and the feeling of her flesh around my hand was exciting.  She was holding my arm, humping up at my hand and tugging it further in each time until my hand was completely inside her. She exhaled; her eyes closed in rapture, and gently tugged my hand out, only to shove it in again rapidly, up to the wrist.

I knelt over her with my hand clasped by the hot, wet cavern of her cunt.  No wonder she could take that huge dildo.  My hand was thicker than it and I was in her so deep that her cuntmouth was wrapped around my wrist.  I pressed my lips to those fabulous breasts and the whimpering, gasping sounds she was making gave me a feeling of immense power…even more than when I dildo-fucked her.

Val grasped my forearm and hauled my fist up inside, then pushed it away, hauled it back and all the while she was uttering gasps of pleasure.  I think my arm was in her half-way to the elbow when she stopped me and whispered, "Now: make a fist Irene. Clench your fingers together and slowly ... ahh ... yes..." My forearm and hand slowly slid from the folds of her vagina, glistening with evidence of her arousal when she grabbed my arm and thrust it back in with a squelching sound, and then drew it out completely.

 

“More Irene…fuck me some more ,”Val moaned and I shoved my fisted hand back inside, thrilling to the feel of her expanded cuntwalls gripping me, feeling the inner projection of her cervix and opening my fist to investigate the gateway to her womb.  I was holding her down now with one hand pressing into her belly, feeling my hand inside her as it pistoned back and forth. I nudged her clit from side to side in rhythm with my thrusts, and within seconds she sucked in her breath, long and deep, and just exploded, wrapped around my fist so tight I could feel my wrist creak. I felt it deep in my own cunt, she came so hard; arched off the bed, stabbing herself on my arm, working her clit against my thumb, shuddering over and over, her cunt pulsing now, beating like a great, slow heart inside her.

 

“Oohhh God Irene…that was never better…I think I love you, Val sighed after I pulled my hand (and arm) out of her cunt.   I felt as if I’d cum too from the intensity of her orgasm.  “Maybe…when you’re no longer a virgin…maybe I can do that for you too.”

 

Anyway it was a tiring two nights and I’m going to rest all of what’s left of today so I can get to work on time tomorrow.

G’night (or rather, good afternoon.)

 

Dear Diary:  Mar 3 – I’m going to dinner with Joe again.  I still hate him (but he turns me on anyway) and I know now how I’m going to get even with him. I won’t tell you until after I go to dinner though because he may not agree to do what I’m going to ask.  I’m having fun playing with him.  I’ve been wearing short skirts that show off my legs and bottom and  I’ve changed to a scarlet lipstick that really shows off my mouth.  He says it’s sexy and from some of the looks I’ve been getting, maybe it is. He’s really drooling for another chance to get me. No way!  Well, that’s not entirely true.  But he’s not getting into me again, not even for a quick cock to cunt feel until…well, you’ll find out what I mean.

Talk (write) to you in a couple of days.

 

 

Dear Diary:  Mar 6 – He’s more of a bastard that I thought he was.  He got me drunk and took advantage of me.  He didn’t fuck me… I mean in my pussy…but he made me…he humiliated me.  Just like when he did it in my mouth only this time he put it in my bottom.  Damn though, he’s a smooth customer.  He chose that night to reveal a raise in pay…a really big one…and the dinner was different and really special.  He fed alcohol to me and got me feeling good things about him.  I almost forgot about him making me let him cum in my mouth.  But instead he raped my bottom.  I told him to stop but he kept right on and did it anyway.  It hurt too, at first.  I should be really mad at him for that but I guess there’s a bright side.  If he hadn’t forced me I’d never have done it and it was a kind of special experience…some new sensations.

 

No matter Diary.  I’m going to get even.  He didn’t say no to a vasectomy and I can’t wait until he’s had one…ended his babymaking career…and I tell him there’s someone else that will make babies in me.  Anyway, I’m still kind of tired so I’ll say G’night.

 

SignifEvent Journal Mar 200-

I thought after I went off in her mouth that I’d made Irene into the docile, compliant type of girl I always dreamed of having (and completely unlike my demanding wife).  But instead Irene was acting like a brass-plated bitch with a chastity belt.  She showed off that great, fuckable body and those equally fuckable lips but she was teasing me. Anyway she agreed to dinner again on Tuesday and this time I’m going to try to surprise her again with the dinner. And I can’t wait to tell her the other big surprise I have for her.

 

I picked her up at six and we drove to a small Japanese restaurant in the pricey area of the city.  We had a private cubicle…all places there were private… and we sat cross-legged, side by side while a cute Japanese girl served us.  The light was dim but seated as we were I could see her full thighs and broad hips outlined as the loose-fitting, light skirt that she wore clung to her from the effects of static electricity.  I could see also the pointy projections of her nipples clearly outlined by the clinging sweater she wore.  Damn!  The teasing bitch wasn’t even wearing a brassiere.

 

The meal was not heavy but it was a lengthy, multi-course repast, each course prepared in front of us by our serving girl who also kept our sake glasses filled.  Irene sipped slowly at first but then she began to drink more heavily.  Her tolerance for alcohol was definitely lower than for most people which boded well for my lascivious scheme.  By the time we our final cognac she was quite tipsy.

 

I was able to park right beside the building door again and, taking a bottle of cognac from the glove compartment, I took her to her apartment.  She was walking unsteadily and she didn’t object when I led her into the apartment.

 

“Did you enjoy the dinner, Irene?”

 

“Oh Joe…you know I did…but don’t get any ideash,” she slurred as I sat beside her on the sofa..

 

“With you darling I always have ideas.  But I have a pleasant business duty tonight.  I took and envelope from my pocket and took a piece of paper from it.  “You’ve been working for me…us…for just over three months and your performance has been superb.  We hired you at the minimum which was fair because you had no experience and had just graduated from business school but you have worked consistently at a level far above the minimum.  Upper management has accepted my recommendation and this is your new salary.”  My statement was intentionally pompous and boss-like.  I wanted her to believe that I was responsible for her good fortune although I was really only a minor participant in the decision.  I showed her the piece of paper that showed a number almost double what we’d been paying her.

 

“OH JOE!” she cried out and threw her arms around my neck ad kissed me as if she meant it.

 

“You earned it Irene,” I said as I renewed the kiss and slipped my hand under the hem of her short skirt.

 

“No Joe…you can’t…you know you can’t,” she said gently as she restrained my hand.

 

“I now darling but…let me kiss you…I promise that’s all I’ll try unless… like…” I left the sentence unfinished and returned to tongue-kissing her soft mouth.  She clung to me like she meant it but whenever I tried to slip my hand under her clothes she stopped me.

 

When I was younger, in my early teens I’d kissed girls until sometimes I think I made them cum and after about ten minutes Irene was panting so that I thought it might happen to her.  But kissing was not enough.

 

I poured sizeable cognacs into water glasses and proposed a toast to her success.  “You’re so lovely Irene…so wonderful…I love you,” I murmured as I nuzzled her throat.

 

“Pleash Joe,” she whimpered, “You have a wife…you’re a hushband… pleash shtop.”  I planted chaste kisses on her soft, cognac-sweetened mouth and encouraged her to have another sip…and another and another.  She wouldn’t be the first girl I got into when she was too drunk to resist but I was still going to respect her fear of pregnancy.  I didn’t plan to break up my family for her and knocking her up would likely cause such a breakup.  But I’d had her mouth and tonight I was going to sample that luscious ass.  Was she an asshole virgin too?

 

I refilled our glasses and held her close, my hand slipping under her sweater and confirming that she was braless.  She gasped and snuggled closer when I titillated the rubbery projections and then I pushed her sweater up and captured one of the sensitive nubbins between my lips.  “Shttop Joe… don’t,” she whimpered as I thrummed the thick tube with my tongue but words notwithstanding she was offering her responsive nipples to my tender assault.

 

“I’m hungry for you darling…for your fat, hairy pussy.  I want to eat you.”

 

“Joe…don’t talk like that,” my secretary protested as she blushed.but my hand was suddenly under her skirt and touching the slick wetness of her panties.

 

 I continued to tease her rubbery teats as I murmured, “I’m going to tongue-fuck your cunt just like I’m tongue-fucking your nipples Irene.  You want that, don’t you?”

 

“No…yessh…you know I do but we can’t…never again unlessh…”

 

“Unless what darling?  I have condoms..”

 

“No…that’sh shtill not shafe…Oh Joe darling pleash shtop,” but although she was asking me to stop she was lifting her ass from the sofa so I could remove her panties.  And then I was kneeling between her legs and she was running her fingers through my hair.

 

“I love you Irene…you’re so wonderful,” I said softly as I grasped her big, swollen nipples with my hands and buried my face in her hirsute lovenest.

 

“Yesh Joe…oohhh yesssh…do that…but only that,” she murmured.  “You’re my shlave Joe… you’re going to shatisfy me with your mouth.” And her hands tangled in my hair and she humped against my face as she mumbled her slurred words of acquiescence.  I dragged her from the sofa to the floor, lying back with her thighs straddling my shoulders while she ground her hair-padded pussy to my face.

 

Irene angled her pelvis so that my tongue got in deeper and as she did so I pushed first one finger and then a second into her rectal orifice.  She was panting like a locomotive as she fucked my face, pushing down to get more of my tongue inside and then lifting up to take my fingers deeper into her asshole.  My nose rubbed on her clitoral bump and my fingers continued to roll and squeeze her fat, hard nipples.

 

“Cum…gonna cum,” she gasped.  “Don’t shtop…pleash don’t shtop…not yet,” and I stayed with her as her fat cunt swelled and bulged and against my forehead I felt her belly making the same spasmodic movements.  And then her anal passage contracted and I knew she was totally there.

 

“Joe…oohhh God Joe,” Irene moaned.  “Shtop!  You gotta shtop…don’t do it!  Not in me.”

 

I had removed my fingers from her anus, pushed down my pants, spread her limply twitching body on the carpet and was ready to mount her when I saw the tears coursing down her cheeks.  “Pleash don’t Joe…not even with a condom…it’sh not shafe.  Pleash don’t.”

 

“It’s all right darling…I won’t,” I panted as I lay across her chest and kissed her slack lipped mouth.  She lay there, docile and defenseless and totally penetrable as I eased off her skirt and then raised my chest from hers to take off her sweater.  Now she was completely naked, her bushy lower region with its incredibly muscular passage mine to plunder.

 

“Please darling…just this once…please,” I begged as she tractably spread her thighs apart and tilted her furry pelvis to my fingering assault.

 

“Can’t…hanh shtop…pleash hanh shtop,” she sobbed.  “Not shafe…you’ll hanh make me hanh pregnant.”

 

“It’s OK darling…I won’t…not that way,” I acceded as I rolled her helpless body over so that she was lying naked and prone beside me.  I rose to my knees and slipping my hands under her middle I pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees.

 

“God Irene, you have a lovely ass,” I said softly as I caressed the firm fleshiness of her naked buttocks.  “It’s OK darling…just relax,” I urged softly as I grabbed a small throw-cushion from the sofa and pushed her shoulders down so that she was resting her right cheek on the little pillow.  I moved then, insinuating my knees between hers and spreading her lovely thighs wider apart.

 

I placed both hands on the pneumatic hemispheres of her ass and spread them apart.  There was enough light from the living room lamp that I could see the black target in the centre of her brown, puckered anus, the hole enlarged by the finger that had so recently been in there. My rigid tool was standing out and it bobbed up with mindless anticipation as I moved my knees to bring my cock within penetration distance of the involuntarily winking objective of my lechery.

 

Her ass was firm and warm against my thighs as I edged closer, my hands still spreading her lushly bulbous asscheeks.  My rigid tool nestled between the hair-wreathed fleshrolls of her fat outer labia and for a brief moment I slid back and forth, anointing my cock with her plenteous lubricating juices.  I was sorely tempted to ease into her open and available vaginal passage but I managed to restrain my lascivious impulse. Carefully I brought my wetly glistening, plum-sized knob up to the bulls-eye and pushed gently.

 

“Joe?  Hanh Joe?  What are you doing?”  Irene sounded like an innocent little girl as I began to push on the sphincter and her hips yielded to the pressure, moving away from me.  I released my grip on her asscheeks and placed my hands on the spread of her hips, steadying her and preventing her from escaping my licentious assault.  My knob was pushing at her anal bulls-eye but it was centering a nearly impenetrable wall of resistance.  I kept pushing and my steel-hard cock began to bend but I wasn’t getting past the circular muscle.  Damn!  I’d got through her hymen without even feeling the barrier.

 

“Shtop Joe…pleash shtop…hurrtsh…it hurrtsh,” Irene wailed in drunken protest.

 

“It’s OK darling, I said softly and I leaned in and hooked an arm around her waist to hold her still while my other hand found her swollen clit and began to stroke it.  “Just relax darling…relax…I won’t hurt you.”

 

“What?  Hanh?  What?  OH NO!  NOT THERE!” Irene cried out when she finally realized what I was attempting but I kept her lovely ass locked close to my groin and then the teasing of her cum trigger brought results. Her asshole, which had been tightly closed, spasmed slightly, twitching open just a bit. I pushed once more, attempting to slowly force my way past her tight barrier, but to no avail.  And then her firm-fleshed ass noticeably lost tension and suddenly, her tight muscle relaxed and I felt a new kind of tightness envelop the head of my cock as I slipped past the ring of her sphincter, feeling the blood circulation nearly cut off.

 

“Huurrrtssssshh…hurrttssh,” Irene whined but it was a different whine than before.  “Shin…itsh a shin…itsh shodomy.”

 

“It’s OK darling…it’s safe…you can’t get pregnant,” 

 

My cockhead was slowly sinking into the hot, buttery insides of her asshole but I could feel her sphincter grabbing onto the head, trying to push it out rather than allowing it in. She spread her legs out farther in an attempt accommodate the piece of man-meat sliding up her asshole.  I had to hold her tight to prevent her from breaking away as another inch of my cock was slowly forced up into her guts.  She looked back at me, her cheek still on the pillow and her mouth was opening and closing like she was gasping for air as she was being painfully filled, her bowels forced to accept my cock. 

 

This was rape, every bit as much as if I was shoving my cock into her cunt but at that moment I didn’t care.  She was my secretary.  I’d already fucked her, taken her virginity without raping her and she sucked me off and swallowed my gism, also without being physically forced to do it.  And with typical male ego I was sure that by the time I’d finished this assault she’d be as docile and submissive as when she’d sucked me off.

 

Irene was practically quivering with tension underneath me, and I stopped my forward movement to give her time to adjust.  Stroking her back and thighs, I tried soothing her with my touch.  "It will be okay," I said.  “I love you and this will feel good to you…just relax Irene…relax and wait.”

 

At least she was no longer trying to escape.  Her clitoris felt like it might be a bit larger than at first.  Was that a sign of arousal?  And as I caressed her bullet-like nipples she wriggled her upper body to get more pressure from my hand.

 

I began to wriggle my cock from side to side to loosen her passage and as I did I was able to work it slowly deeper into her rectum which was still enormously tight.  It probably took me more than two minutes before I could feel the strangling tightness of her sphincter grasping the base of my cock and then I slowly withdrew before holding her hips rigid and rammed my cock home in her back door in one big thrust.

 

My thighs slapped against her buttocks and I wriggled my hips to get between her buttocks, getting at least an inch higher up into her bowels.

 

“Are you OK darling?” I asked solicitously as I stopped with my cock buried to its full length in her rear passage.  “Does it hurt now?”

 

“Nah…hanh…not now.  Are you?  Like? Are you in my ash,” she slurred softly, her eyes looking at me with that same exciting submissiveness as when I’d filled her mouth with my gism.

 

“Yes baby…oohhh yess…I’m fucking your hot, tight asshole,” and I held her hips tightly and began to slooooowly fuck her tight ass. Pulling  back wasn't a problem, although the friction was delicious; pushing forward again was nearly as hard as the original entry. But after a few strokes she loosened up a little, or sweat greased us a bit, or both, and my cock started pumping in and out more smoothly. Irene’s asshole was still really tight on my cock and the feeling was amazing, and I knew I was going to cum soon.

 

“Are you close Irene?  Are you going to cum?”  I could feel the way her clit was rolling under my finger and it felt like she was close.

 

“Yunh…yunh Joe…cum…gonna cum…gonna cum with your big cock up my ash,” she gasped and her ass pushed back hard and began to writhe and buck.  “Hanh…hunh….yesh…yesh,” she panted and her whole body began to shudder and squirm.  “Huunnngghh!!” she groaned as she pushed back hard and then fell forward.

 

“Is it safe?  Hanh.  Are your sure it’s safe,” she whimpered, still breathing hard from her orgasm.

 

“Absolutely darling…oohhh God you ass feels good under me…yeah…oh yeah…wriggle…move it…oohh yess…you’re making me cum Irene… heeere it cummmms!”

 

She was rocking her hips, moving her ass in a delightfully exciting way and massaging my throbbing cock.  I ground down hard between her asscheeks until her sphincter was gripping the very root of my cock and I exploded.  Her ass wriggles extracted my gism as it streamed from my balls through the inner channel to erupt from my jerking, bucking cock and flood her rectum.  It was not as good as her fabulous cunt or her sexy mouth but it was still superb.

 

 “That was good Irene…marvelous,” I sighed as I slowly rode her pneumatic buttocks and milked the last of my gism into her bowels.  “Have you had it that way before?”

 

“Joe…my God…you know I haven’t…never even knew it could happen.  Are you shure?  Like….is it really shafe?”  That marvelous submissive look in her eyes was almost enough to get me hard again.  It filled me with an obscene lust to enslave her somehow but all I did was continue to ride her lovely ass.

 

“You’ll never get pregnant this way darling.  But it’s not like the real thing.  I really, really want to truly make love to you darling.”

 

“I know Joe…and I want it too but…could you?  Like?  We don’t want to make babiesh…and shometime you’ll get me drunk…like tonight…and before we know it you’ll have done it…given me a baby.  You know how you control me…how you’ve made me….like…taken all my virginities.  Could you get a….you know?”

 

“You mean an operation? A vasectomy?”

 

“Could you?  I know you can’t leave Val but…like….do you care enough for me to do that?”

 

“Hmmm,” I thought as my softening tool slowly escaped from her cum-flooded anal passage.  “I have to talk to my doctor, dear.”

 

Well, I mused.  I’ve had her cunt, her mouth and her asshole so I could call it quits.  But I knew I wouldn’t.  The way her vagina had milked me was better than anything I’d ever felt and even though I’d had all her virginities, I wasn’t done with her.

 

 

Secretarial Services – Part VI

 

Dear Diary:  Jun 15 – I’m so sorry Diary that I’ve gone so long since writing.  It’s the longest gap ever except that one time when I was sixteen when Bill married the bitch Evelyn.  This time I don’t really have an excuse but not much happened anyway.  Joe was sent away on some kind of special assignment in another Division of the company and he took Val and the kids with him so I haven’t seen any of them since the beginning of March.  But I still think that Joe is an evil bastard for what he’s done to me.  Uggh!  I can still taste his sperm and still feel him raping my bottom.  When I went home for the Easter weekend I tried to get Bill to do me that way but he was disgusted by the thought.  I bet he’d be the same way if I let him cum in my mouth.

 

That pay raise has been great.  I moved to another apartment in the same building…one with more room and I got more furniture too.  Joe is due back at work tomorrow.  The last thing he said to me before he went away was that he’d had a vasectomy.  Don’t know whether to believe him or not.

 

I promise I won’t ignore you again for more than a week no matter what happens.

G’night

 

 

 

Dear Diary:  Jun 19 – Sometimes…like now…I feel like I’m as bad as they are.  I hate him but the way he looks at me makes me shiver.  He is evil and it shows in his eyes.  It’s that same look as what he gave me when he forced me to keep him in my mouth when he was cumming…and I guess the same as when he was ignoring my protest and pushing his penis into my bottom.  But I’m going to get even.  He did it!  He got a vasectomy so he can’t father any more kids…not for Val (which I’m sure she won’t mind) or anyone else if he finds out what Val has been doing and gets a new wife.

 

I don’t like her either.  She visited me on Wednesday night…she’d had too much to drink and she shouldn’t have been driving but she was anyway.  She doesn’t know that her husband has been ‘fixed’ but when I raised the subject she said she was thinking of asking him to have the operation.  I also found out that he’s never had her bottom.  He tried but she wouldn’t let him.  (And that makes me madder than ever at him.)

 

I let her eat me…I needed it.  Except for a quickie with Bill last Easter all I’ve had are my fingers and my vibrator. I’m tempted to get a bigger one but I get too embarrassed in a sex shop to pick one out.

 

I’m going to look after the kids for them on Saturday night while they go to a house party somewhere.  And I have to figure out how I’m going to destroy that bastard boss of mine.

G’night.

 

Dear Diary:  Jun 22 – There’s something the matter with me for sure!  I have things set up to take down that arrogant bastard and then I do something stupid like I did last night.

 

I babysat for them last night, Saturday but they got home shortly after 10 PM.  I think Joe got her drunk so they’d get home early.  I heard them upstairs and just managed to get the TV shut off with the dirty video still in the VCR when he came down to the basement with a bottle of brandy and I knew what he planned.  I pulled the covers up to my chin because I didn’t even have time to get my pajamas back on and I pretended to be asleep. 

 

My pretense didn’t work.  He spoke to me and then turned on the TV and the VCR and he could see what I’d been watching.  He obviously didn’t believe me when I told him I’d been asleep and he poured us two big drinks of the brandy in those funny, fat glasses they serve the stuff in.  We talked…sort of.  Or argued.  He got a hand under the bedclothes on my pussy and I know he could tell that I’d been turned on by the video.  I accused him of raping me…which he has twice, sort of, but he didn’t stop.

 

He’s a real bastard but when he looks at me a certain way…like, when he wants to have some kind of sex with me…I’m useless.  He was begging me to let him fuck me but I managed to say no until he made me feel really guilty by proving he’s had a vasectomy like I insisted and showing me that he couldn’t make me…or any woman pregnant.  It’s not like he got himself castrated or anything like that but I guess it’s a special compliment that he did that he sacrificed his chance to have another child just for me.  He wouldn’t even do that for his wife.

 

I was getting drunk again (that’s my excuse, Diary) and he was looking at me in that commanding way he does and before I could think of what was happening I was uncovered and he was between my legs with his wonderful tongue.  (He’s almost as good as Val even if he is a guy and doesn’t know exactly where to touch me.)  But he can’t leave well enough alone.  Instead of just keeping on until I came…and he could surely tell that I was going to cum…he stopped and made me talk dirty to him before he finished me off.  But I kind of liked talking dirty so maybe he’s making into a sexual pervert like he is?

 

I said it before but I’ll say it again.  I’m crazy.  Joe is an evil monster and although he didn’t get my real virginity he thinks he did and all it means to him is that he’s proud of it.  It’s just a boost to his ego.  He’s also been the first in my mouth (completely) and my bottom but I don’t think that is as significant for him.  Anyway as much as I hate him for those reasons I cant’ help but be flattered that he’d give up some of his manhood for me.  So once I decided I would let him fuck me again…really fuck me…I wanted to make him feel better about himself.  (I don’t know why I felt that way and it’s not that he needs it…he already has enough ego for two men.)  I think that Val is a bitch like Evelyn and she somehow lets him know that he’s not endowed like that impossibly huge dildo she gets me to fuck her with. (And I can’t help wondering how it must feel.)  But because of all that I sort of praised Joe for being big because I’ve read that guys mostly are afraid they’re too small and anyway, he’s big enough for me even if Bill is bigger.  (And I bet that Bill’s bitch wife is looking around for someone as big as Val’s dildo.)

 

Once he got into me…and he got into the right place last night… it was absolutely fabulous.  I’m glad that Bill will never see this because he’d be jealous.  Joe seems to know all my buttons including a lot of buttons I didn’t know I had.  And when he talked about my insides and how my cervix was ‘winking when I cum” I couldn’t forget it when I felt him going off.  If he hadn’t got himself ‘fixed’ I feel like he’d have knocked me up last night even if it’s not my fertile time.  And he was like the Energizer Bunny; he just went on and on.  I’ve had good sex with Bill (and don’t get the wrong idea, Bill is still the only man for me) but he’s never lasted as long as Joe did.  Thank God that Val got up or he might have fucked me all night.  (Not that I’d object but I’m exhausted from what he did.)  I’ll write some more later in the week.

G’night.

 

SignifEvent Journal Jun 200- (1st)

God she looked good to me and now I was going to get into that fabulous cunt again.  I could see it in her eyes when she arrived to baby-sit for us.  She has eyes like a little puppy wondering if it’s going to be punished for wetting on the floor.  She’s been like that ever since I made her suck me off.

 

It’s never difficult to get Val drunk and that night was no exception.  Before ten PM she was out of it and it made sense to all present for me to take her home.  I got her undressed and into bed and then took a bottle of cognac down to the basement.  I also got an envelope from my briefcase and took it along.  I figured I didn’t have to get Irene drunk to get into her again but a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.

 

Irene was lying on her back with the bedclothes pulled up to her neck and I could see that the TV was on with a blank screen and the VCR was paused.  Had we surprised her by getting home so early that she didn’t have time to put away the video?

 

“Time for a nightcap,” I said, ignoring her pretense of sleep.  I could see her pajamas in a heap beside the bed and deduced that she was naked under the covers.

 

“Joe?  Oh?  I was asleep,” she said as he big, brown eyes fluttered open as if I had really awakened her.  The VCR remote was beside her on the bed so I picked it up and pressed Play.  The wide-screen was suddenly filled with the image of an apparently very young girl in baby doll pajamas talking to an older man.  “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she stated as she stuck her firm, little tits out at him.  “That’ll be a hundred dollars then.”

 

I recognized the video as one no longer available because it purported to show girls in their early teens having sex but it was well acted and one of my favourites.

 

“Did she put you to sleep?  Or did she make you want some of the same?”  I poured stiff drinks into the two snifters I’d brought with me and handed one to Irene who was virtually cowering on the bed.

 

“Joe…don’t…I just…like…this is the only place I’ve ever seen these dirty movies.  They’re awful and you should be ashamed.  Does Val know you have them?”  When she took her right arm out from under the sheet to accept the proffered drink I saw that her shoulder was bare which confirmed my belief that she was naked under the covers.

 

“Val bought most of them.  She calls them her ‘training films’.  Is that why you like them?  Are you learning?”

 

“Oh Joe! NO!  You know that’s’ not right!”  But the man was screwing the pseudo-thirteen year old and Irene’s eyes were fixed on the screen as she tilted the snifter and drank from it as if it contained water.  She sort of choked and her eyes watered s her face reddened.  I don’t know if it reddened because of the drink or embarrassment.

 

“Don’t try to play the complete innocent, darling.  You don’t have an innocent bone left in your body…but I bet you’d like to have a non-innocent bone in it right now, wouldn’t you?”

 

“I’m not…not that kind of girl,” my secretary protested angrily and then she took another drink but this time she was more cautious.  “I’d be completely innocent…still a virgin…except that you’ve raped me…forced me.”

 

“Not exactly, Irene.  You wanted everything we did to happen.”

 

“That’s not true Joe.  You know it isn’t true.  I never said yes.  Not one time.”

 

“But you enjoyed it!  Every time you were hot as a habanero pepper.”

 

“It was still rape…STOP THAT!”  Her exclamation came when I quickly slipped my hand under the sheets past her hairy lower belly to her pussy. She clamped her legs closed but not soon enough to keep me from getting my hand completely over her cunt and it was wet as saturated sponge but softer and more pliant.  I got my middle finger in her in an instant as she squirmed, unable to escape my unwanted attention.

 

“Just relax darling,” I said softly.  “I’m not going to do anything we haven’t done before.”

 

“Nah…hanh…nanh!  You’re as bad as your wife.”

 

“What do you mean by that Irene?  Has she tried to get into you too?  In a womanly way?”

“No.  I didn’t mean anything,” my secretary responded but she spoke too quickly for me to believe her.  I suspected that Val had in fact tried to ‘get into her’.  I was pretty sure that she sometimes did it with other woman but that didn’t bother me.  Especially since I wanted to do things with other women too even if I was usually too shy to actually do anything.  Except with Irene.  At least she wasn’t screwing around with other men.

 

But Irene’s thigh-lock on my wrist was relaxing and I suspected that my cunt-stroking finger was having an effect.  I took her snifter from the table beside the bed where she’d placed it and held it close to her lips.  She raised her head and sipped or, more accurately swigged some more of the potent potion.  I drained my snifter and then refilled both.

 

“Are you mad at me Irene?”

 

“No…yes…Oh God, Joe…I can’t trust you.”  On her own then she took another hefty swig of the cognac.

 

I was sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed with one arm under the sheet as I continued to finger her wet twat.  I leaned down as she looked toward me amd planted a gentle kiss on her soft lips.

 

“I trust you darling.  I’ve trusted you enough to make a major change in my… in my future.”

“What do you mean, Joe?”

 

I kissed her again and this time my tongue slid between her unresisting lips to caress the inner lipflesh.  She was returning pressure with her mouth and her thighs were spreading wider so I knew I was making progress.

 

“You know what I mean, darling.  I trusted you…still trust you…even though I have no assurance you will keep your side…trust me.”

 

“You mean that operation?  I can’t trust you on that Joe.  I remember how you promised you wouldn’t do something and then did it anyway.  And how you got me drunk so you could…unggh…the thought of what you did makes me shudder.”

 

“I was afraid you’d think that way darling.  Will you accept proof from my doctor?”

 

“What kind of proof?”

 

“This,” I said and handed her the envelope I’d brought with me.

 

Irene let the sheet fall away from her upper body revealing those big, outthrust nipples as she looked at the two sheets of paper I’d given her.  One was a bill from the doctor for a vasectomy and the other was a certification from another doctor that I’d been tested three months after my vasectomy and confirming that my ejaculation was sperm-free.

 

“Oh Joe.  I’m sorry.  I guess I should have trusted you but you understand, don’t you?  Like, when you did it…came I my mouth after you promised not to…it made me doubt your word.”

 

Irene’s thighs were now wide apart and her hips were undulating as she fucked her cunt up onto the two fingers I now had in her.  I adjusted my fingers so that my thumb was pressing on her clit, my index and middle fingers were inside her and my ring finger (complete with its wedding ring) was teasing her anus.

 

“I understand darling,” and I began tongue fucking her slackly open mouth.  She was now not only humping up to my cunt-filling fingers but also on the downstroke of her hips, pushing her rectal orifice against that finger.  Her juices were flowing so profusely that her anal crack was lubricated with the oily fluids and I felt my finger push past the sphincter that my cock had penetrated some three months ago.

 

“Mmmm…you feel good darling…and you like my finger in your ass don’t you.”

 

“Yanh…oh God Joe…you make me crazy.”

 

“You liked being fucked in the ass too, didn’t you?”

 

 “Yes, you bastard…I loved it…but I never said you could do it.”

 

I knew that Val was out for the night and it was barely midnight so I didn’t hurry things.  I teased all her carnal orifices, her mouth with my tongue and her cunt and asshole with my fingers but I didn’t quite get her off.  I wanted her to have truly memorable orgasms tonight and delay would help bring that about.

 

“I want to eat you darling…I want to eat you while you watch girls lose their virginity…like you lost yours right here on this bed.”

 

“Joe…hanh Joe?  What do you mean?

“Val likes to do that…to watch videos while I eat her.  She gets really hot.  Please Irene…please do it?”

 

“But?  Like?  Videos of girls losing their virginity?”

 

“It’s not real.  They’re actors.  But for a guy it’s a real turn-on…and two of them have a guy losing his virginity.”  I said nothing more but broke off contact and got the video from the cupboard.  Irene lay there as I loaded the VCR and then pulled off the covers and knelt at the foot of the bed just out of the vision-line between her eyes and the TV.  With the remote I started the video.

 

“You’re hanh awful Joe…and you’re making me hanh awful too,” Irene said haltingly with an almost giggle as I lifted her legs over my shoulders and hauled her lower in the bed so that her pussy was only inches from my face.

 

“Mmmm…you’re wet darling…all that hair is matted with your sex juice,”  and I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue slowly across the lips of Irene's cunt, which was pouting like her sexy mouth.  I drew the tip of my tongue along the entire length of her cuntal slit, from top to bottom, at the same time whipping my tongue back and forth from side to side.  I could feel the lips of her sweet pussy parting as I licked.

 
“Haannhhh….annnh….Joe,” she whimpered and as the soft fleshy lips of my secretary’s cunt opened, I could see the deep-red color of the meat of her inner cuntal walls.  I breathed deeply, inhaling the spicy sweet aroma of her cunt.  There was no woman on earth I wanted right now as much as my sexy secretary and her incredible cuntsheath. I ran my tongue deep into the moist warmth of her inner cunt and began a rhythmic plunging in and out motion with my tongue, driving it straight into her pussy like a cock, and then drawing it completely out again.  Then, once more, I stroked gently with just the tip of my pointed tongue along the moist red slash of her cuntal slit.
     
I started the stroke at the bottom of her slit, almost at her asshole and then drew my tongue upwards, pressing its flat surface against the dewy opening of her twat. When my tongue reached the top of her slash I continued moving upwards, probing among her profuse ringlets of pubic hair for the oversized nubbin of her erect clit.  There it was, hard and quiveringly erect.  I nudged at it gently with the tip of my tongue and then I began to roll my tongue around and around the throbbing pleasure button.
     
Irene gasped at the first contact of my tongue with her sensitive clit. Her cunt was gaping wide open and I moved my face from side to side as I licked deeper and deeper into the hot juicy cavern of her pussy.  I nudged with my nose at her quivering clitoris as I continued to fuck her cunt with my tongue.  I could tell that she was close to orgasm and I took whole mouthfuls of throbbing, hairy cunt-flesh between my teeth and his gently grasping lips, and ran my tongue up and down over the ridges of red flesh.  Her groans were becoming even more pronounced now, and began to take on a rhythmic cadence that confirmed that she was only inches away from her climax.
     
"Oh, Joe," she moaned, "it feels so good. Oh, Joe, yes, kiss me hard. Oh, yes, do it there. Oh kiss me. Oh, yes. Oh yes.  Oh yes kiss me. Kiss my pussy. Oh Joe please don't stop! Oh don't stop now! Oh.  Oooooh!  Oooooh I'm going to come any minnnuuutttte!"
     
Suddenly, I pulled my tongue out of my secretary’s drooling cunt.   "What is it you want?" I asked innocently.
     
"Oh, Joe, damn you! You know what I want!" she wailed.
    
 "Tell me!" I commanded.
     
"Oh Joe, I want you to kiss my pussy.  Oh, I want you to make me come. Oh, please, make me come!  Fuck my cunt!  Fuck my cunt with your tongue!"
     
"You didn't say please," I taunted, excited by hearing my secretary say the word ‘fuck’..
     
"Oh, yes, please," she sobbed.  "I'll do anything you want. Anything. Oh please. Oooooh!"
    
 Her sob trailed off as I once more plunged my tongue deep into the hot confines of her pussy. Almost immediately her hips began to pump in a desperate sex-hungry rhythm.  She wrapped her legs about my neck, drawing my face deeper into her fragrant cunt. As I lapped deeper into her twat Irene’s orgasm exploded and she sobbed uncontrollably. "Oh, yes!" she wailed.  "I'm commiinngg nooowww!"
     
I felt triumphant pleasure at the sound of my secretary’s almost irrational voice. I continued to lap and lick at her pulsing pussy as she heaved and rolled beneath me.   At last her movements slowed until, finally, she lay still. I licked gently at her cunt and her sated body jerked and twitched in post-orgasmic lethargy.
 
“Hee hee…I didn’t see the video,” Irene giggled breathlessly as I nuzzled her sodden pussy pudding.
 
“I love you darling,” I said softly as I moved from my kneeling position and shifted her body higher on the bed with my shoulders under her buttocks, her full thighs still straddling my face.

 

“My God, you’re sexy,” I murmured as I rose up with her shapely legs hooked under my elbows and raised high so that her knees were touching her shoulders.  Her hairy pelvis was tilted high and my throbbing cock was poised only an inch from her swollen, juicy slit.

 

“Oh Joe…this isn’t right…it’s not fair to Val,” Irene protested in a faint voice, her full, lower lip trembling and I could see tears welling up in her eyes.

 

“I think she cheats on me darling…I’m sure she does,” I lied as I slid my cock up and down the hairy crevice between her fat, slippery labia.  Then, remembering how good it had felt before, I angled my hips enough that the bulbous tip of my tool nudged apart her inner labia and then I felt the internal heat of her vaginal mouth.

 

“Eeasyyy Joe…you’re so big,” my secretary moaned as her hot cunt engulfed the head of my prick.  “I’m not used to it Joe…just that once and that was so long ago.”

 

I was in heaven.  Big was not a word I ever heard from Val and although she’d never said anything I always felt she wanted more than I had to give her.  I looked intensely at Irene’s face as I slowly went in deeper with a series of short in-out motions and I thrilled to the way she looked at me.

 

“Oohhh God Irene darling…you’re so tight…so hot and tight,” I whispered.  “You have the tightest cunt I’ve ever been in.”

 

“Hanh…have you been in a lot Joe?”

 

“Nah…only Val and one other,” I lied and then as my pubis pressed to her hair-padded mons I felt the hardness of her cervix.  I made a fierce, final lunge and buried my cock to its root inside my secretary’s twat and was rewarded by the hot expression on her face.

 

“Can you feel that darling?  Can you feel it when I push on your cervix?”

 

“Hunnngh…yunh…so deep Joe…you’re going right through me.”

 

I released her legs and settled in the widespread vee as I began to fuck her with slow, full-length strokes.  I worked a hand between our sweaty bellies and got a finger on her clit.  And then she placed her feet flat on the bed, bent her legs and began to fuck up rhythmically in time with my thrusts.

 

“Yeah…oohhh God yes Irene…fuck me…you feel so good doing that.  But you’re going to make me cum.”

 

“Yeah Joe…yeah…I’m gonna cum too.  Want to feel you cum…feel you shoot into my cunt…fuck me…fuck your secretary’s innocent pussy.”

 

“Yeah…oohhh yesss…I can feel your cervix darling…cum…want you to cum.”  And then I felt her orgasm begin.

 

Her hands gripped the sheets and her knuckles turned white from the force.  Her face contorted and her broad, firm hips lost rhythm and strained up to me.  Her incredible vaginal sheath began the massage I’d felt only once before like a soft hand milking my slowly plunging tool.   Her head was thrown back and she let out short gasps from her choking throat.  Her spine arched into an almost unbelievable bridge, her belly shaking and trembling against me and I felt my own explosion begin.
 
“Yeah baby…oohhh God yeah…cum baby…milk me…like that…I’m cumming…right up into your womb baby…all the way,” and as I panted my irrational words she slumped down under me.  Her firm body was quivering and twitching and her fuckwell was still spasming, draining my sperm into the depths of her body.
 
I lay full weight on top of her and kissed her slack-lipped mouth, still slowly fucking her and stripping the last of my sperm laden semen from my wilting tool.
 
“You’re a perfect fit for me darling.  Am I big enough?”  I wanted to hear those words again and she responded as I wanted.
 
“Oh Joe…you’re huge…it feels as big now as when you….when you took my virginity.  This is really only the second time y’know.  I don’t count that other stuff.  Do you bump Val’s cervix when you make love to her?”
 
“No darling…she’s bigger inside than you…and it’s special to feel that.  I can picture the little aperture in your cervix winking open and sucking my sperm right up into your womb.”
 
“But Joe?  You’re not…it’s not…you can’t can you?”
 
“It’s OK sweetie…you saw what the doctor’s test showed.  But I can still pretend that I’m not shooting blanks into you can’t I?”
 
“You’re awful Joe…you’re making me into a real slut.”  Her legs wrapped around me and she began to undulate under me.  “Can you do it again?  I just want to be fucked and fucked and fucked.”
 
Her urging was all that I needed.  For the next hour I ploughed her inexperienced cunt through several orgasms for her and one final, ball-draining climax for me.  Then we heard Val going to the bathroom and I had to get upstairs in a hurry.

 

Secretarial Services – Part VII

 

Dear Diary:  Jun 26 – I may have got myself into something over my head.  Joe disappeared from the office around 3:30 PM on Tuesday and he appeared at my apartment soon after I got home.  I wasn’t happy to see him and he knew that but he’d brought some booze with him and he started things off again by pouring me a stiff drink.  I think I may be an alcoholic because even though I know what it does to me…and what he does to me as a result…I keep right on drinking with him.

 

We talked…argued is more like what we did…and he started talking dirty to me.  It’s like he doesn’t respect me and it really makes me angry, like right now but not when he’s doing it.  He got me all worked up (sexually) and he got that dominating look in his eyes and I was like a puppet in his hands.  He stripped off all my clothes and dragged me off to the shower and he used the new showerhead to get me so hot I thought I’d burst.  Then he took me to bed…or maybe by then it was me who took him to bed and he ate me with his finger up my bottom and made me cum.  (I hope I can teach Bill to eat me as well as Joe and especially his wife do.)

 

He made me get on top then and while I fucked him.  God, he went in deep like that.  Bill goes deeper but it somehow isn’t the same.  And then we came together and it felt like he was pumping a litre of sperm up into me. Thank God he got himself fixed.  (As I’ve said before.)

 

But he didn’t stop with that.  He made me talk dirty to him, got me on my knees like a dog and fucked me some more and then he put it in my bottom (I think he made me say asshole) and we both came that way.  I don’t know why I like it…it’s ugh awful…but when he’s lying on my bottom with his cock (there, I wrote it) up my ass I feel so safe and comfortable.  I hope I can get Bill to do me that way too.

 

We slept for two or three hours and then he wanted to do me again.  We had a shower and then he made me suck him off.  (That’s how the girls that did that kind of thing in high school used to call it.)  But this time I knew he was going to cum in my mouth and I wanted it.

 

Anyway Diary, I still hate him for what he does to me and the way he makes me act but now I have even more reason.  Needless to say I was exhausted last night after being awake (Ha) most of the night and working all day.  Ate some leftover chips and dip and drank the rest of the rum that Joe had left.  It relaxed me and then I started on the nearly full bottle of brandy.  It doesn’t taste the same in a water glass as in one of those fat glasses but it sure warms me up.  I was even starting to wish that Joe was here for a quickie when the doorbell rang.

 

It wasn’t Joe, it was Val and I was relaxed enough from the booze that a quickie with her sounded good.  But it didn’t happen that way.

 

“You bitch!  You two-faced, conniving bitch!  You’ve been spreading those loose legs for my husband, haven’t you?

“NO!  NO!  Never!  Whatever makes you think I’d do that?”  Had Joe somehow let her know?  “Please Val…you know I wouldn’t…couldn’t.”

 

“I don’t know any such damned thing,” she spat as she grabbed the brandy and took a long swig right from the bottle.  “You’re just like the others!  He hires you young country girls and then knocks you up.  That’s what he did to the last two anyway.”

 

“Please Val,” I pleaded as tears welled up in my eyes.  “I’d never do that…I’m waiting until I get married… and you must know I couldn’t do it to you…not after all we’ve done together.”  And I slumped down on the sofa, sobbing.

 

The words were an act but the sobbing was real.  That bastard had tricked me…tricked me in so many ways.  Even though I was planning to trick him…had tricked him…I felt crushed and humiliated that I’d let him deceive me so much…that I’d given in to every perversity he’d tried.

 

“Oh God Irene…I’m sorry…I just thought…he’s been different lately,” she said with tears in her own eyes.  Then I realized that she was drunk, falling down drunk.  She sprawled beside me on the sofa and relinquished her grip on the brandy bottle long enough for me to pour another for myself.

 

“I can’t believe that he’s like that,” I said, hoping she would tell me that he hadn’t seduced other new secretaries.   “He’s always treated me with total respect,” I lied, remembering the first time he’d held my head and forced me to swallow his ejaculation.

 

“Maybe I’m wrong… the other secretaries…they were likely sluts anyway and I never knew for sure that he was the one who knocked them up.  And if he was fucking you I could understand,” and then her words stopped as she covered my mouth with hers while her hands began probing under my housecoat.

 

I won’t bore you with more details.  Nothing much happened…she was too drunk and I was too tired.  She more or less passed out beside me on the sofa and I let her sleep until well after midnight.  Some coffee. Some lighthearted conversation and then she was able to drive home.

 

I’m still tired tonight, Diary, but I’m feeling vengeful.  The way she talked, the way she treated me after she woke up last night was insulting.  She acted as if she’d been crazy to think that Joe would want me and she seemed to believe that she was the main object of my affection. She ended the night by asking (almost demanding) that I take care of their kids on Saturday night.   If ever two people needed to be taken down a peg or three it’s Joe and Val and I know how I’ll start it off.

G’night.

 

 

 

SignifEvent Journal Jun 200- (2nd)

On Saturday night Irene had been every bit as good as I’d looked forward to and if Val hadn’t woken up I think I’d have got off in her again.  My cock was chafed and supersensitive after being in that fantastically tight cunt for so long with the result that I went around all day Sunday and Monday and Tuesday with a semi-hardon.  And seeing my secretary in the office without being able to fuck her was almost too much to bear.

 

Tuesday was my evening out but in mid-afternoon I decided it would be a night out.  I called Val to say that I had an unexpected meeting at Head Office and I went home and packed an overnight bag.  But I didn’t go to Head Office.

 

At about six PM I rang Irene’s doorbell and when she opened the door I was there with some chips and dip, some rum and of course, some cognac. 

 

It was risky, I knew.  She might have had another commitment or she might have been pissed off at my presumption and sent me away but luckily it didn’t happen that way.  She didn’t seem overjoyed to see me as she grudgingly invited me in but when I went to her kitchen and mixed us two strong rum and 7-Ups with ice she didn’t refuse.

 

“You shouldn’t be here Joe.  What if Val found out?”

 

“I doubt that she cares…except maybe jealousy.”

 

“Jealousy?  What do you mean?”

 

“I don’t know…maybe jealous that I’m with someone as beautiful as you?”  I was surprised at the concern Irene seemed to have over my simple statement.

 

“Uh…don’t try to butter me up.  It’s not going to work tonight.”  And she looked serious about it but she drained her glass and didn’t object when I also drained mine and went to refill them.

 

“You never seem to believe me Irene,” I said softly as I handed her the refilled glass and sat beside her on the new sofa.   “But I’ve never lied to you, have I?”

 

“You did too…you promised not to…you know…and I’m sure there were other times.”

 

“But I’ve never hurt you have I?  You’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done haven’t you?”  I placed my hand on her knee, waiting to see her reaction.

 

“You hurt me too…at first…when you…” and her voice trailed away but I knew she must mean when I assfucked her.

 

“But sometimes there has to be a little hurt for a lot of pleasure…and you can’t deny that you got a lot of pleasure from being fucked in the ass, can you?”  It was risky but I remembered that the other night she seemed to get a thrill when I talked dirty to her.  “Just like you love being fucked in that hot, juicy cunt…and I can see it in your eyes.  You like all of it.  And you’re the sexiest looking woman I know…you just can’t imagine how sexy you look with my cock in you…anywhere.”  Yes, her eyes had that unintentionally inviting look, the white showing around them, like a scared rabbit and her ever so fuckable lips were parted and she was tracing their outline with her pink tongue.  She was remembering.

 

I stood, pulling her to her feet.  “C’mon sweetie…we’re going to take a shower.”

 

“But?  But Joe?”  Her voice was trembly and timid.  “What if?  Val might call?”

 

“God, you’re sexy Irene.  And beautiful.”  I bent down and with no gentleness I reached up under her skirt and before she could get her legs together I insinuated my fingers under the leg of her panties and felt the wetness that betrayed her arousal, willed or unwilled.  “And you want me to fuck you again, don’t you!”

 

“Not fair…you’re not fair Joe.  It’s the rum…I’m not that kind of girl.” Her timid eyes then darted away and her face reddened with embarrassment.

 

“You’re my kind of girl, Irene.  A sexy girl who loves to be fucked in her tight cunt,” and I felt her collapse against me as her legs parted and  my fingers began to work their magic on her succulent pussy.  “And you like it in your ass and your mouth too, don’t you baby?”

 

“Nah…hanh…don’t….don’t like it,” she protested breathlessly and stupidly as she submitted to my uncaring assault on her shapely body, stripping off her blouse, then her skirt and fumbling with her brassiere while I was leading her toward the bathroom.

 

“We’re going to do everything tonight, aren’t we doll?  You’re going to show me that you’re the best piece of ass in the country.”

 

“Nanh…don’t….don’t talk that way Joe,” she blubbered, tears coursing down her cheeks.  But she was finishing undressing, peeling off her panties while I was stripping off my own clothes. 

 

I’d noticed that the shower in her new apartment had a pulsating showerhead on a flexible hose just like the one at home.  It hadn’t been there the first time I saw the apartment but I remembered seeing a similar one in her old apartment.  Had Irene had added it for her sexual gratification.

 

“Is this so you don’t need me?”  We were in the shower and I had the pulsating spray directed between her legs which she was spreading compliantly and arching her hairy pelvis forward to get maximum benefit from the hot jets.

 

“It’s…I don’t use it…it was here when I moved in,” she lied and her unwillingness to admit to a normal act was a further incitement to my unprincipled lechery.

 

“I’m preparing my appetizer,” I said lewdly as I soaped her pussy and then added shampoo to lather her lower regions.  “And then you have to wash your dessert,” and I placed her hand on my erect tool and a finger on her mouth, making sure she understood what I meant.

 

We continued to shower with our mouths meshed. Our tongues tangling.  I soaped her thoroughly paying special attention again to her bush and her lush, firm ass, my soap-assisted finger slipping past the sphincter that had so delightfully gripped me in March.  Once again I used the shower nozzle on her pussy while I finger-fucked her anal passage.  Carefully I brought her close to climax but managed to avoid bringing her off although her knees were quaking with frustration when I rinsed the soap off our bodies shut off the water and got a big towel.

 

“You’re awful,” Irene murmured shyly as I laid her on the bed and slipped a pillow under her ass.  "Do you want me to open my legs wide?" she whispered, her eyes glistening.  "So you can put your mouth on me?" 

 

“Mmmm,” I sounded in assent as I lowered my face to the luxuriant mat of pubic hair.  “You like being eaten don’t you!”

 

“That’s how you got me, you know.  I might still be a virgin if you hadn’t done it last January…Oohhhh God!” she cried out when I blew on the damp curls.

 

Irene drew her legs up and spread them apart, her feet flat on the bed and as she did so, the hair-wreathed outer lips of her pussy opened invitingly and I could see the coral pinkness of the inner folds glistening within.  Climbing to my knees in front of my secretary, I bent and slid my arms under each flexed leg, keeping my face close to the inviting wedge before me.  Tentatively at first, and then with increasing passion, I began to kiss and lick the moist opening, savoring the salty tang of my secretary’s secretions.

 

"Oh...oohhh Joe…I never knew," she sighed as she brought her hands down to my head, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me even deeper between her widespread thighs.  “You’ve taught me so much…taken my innocence and made me into a brazen slut.”  I began flicking my tongue up and down her slick crevice that, after the shower session, was flooding with the fluids of desire.  I twirled it around the tip of her clitoris and enticed the turgid cylinder of flesh from its hiding place. I nuzzled it gently, pulling with my lips and probing downward with swift movements of my tongue.

 

“You’re not a brazen slut darling…you’re a beautiful, sexy woman with a healthy sex drive.  And the sweetest, tightest cunt in the world.” The oily essence of her arousal was flooding her cunt and flowing down to the crack of her ass.  I slid my hand up under where my face was pressed to her hairy pussy and began to tease the little puckered rosebud.  I had to push my face down firmly to keep her from squirming away although I was sure that her increasingly frantic gyrations were the result of excitement, not an escape attempt.

 

“Joe?  Oh!” Irene cried out sharply when my probing middle finger pushed through her anal sphincter to enter the dark heat of her rectal passage. I thrust my tongue as far as I could reach into the sharp-flavoured mouth of her vagina and then, when she tried to arch her pelvis I locked my lips on her throbbing, bulging clitoris.

 

“Hannh!  Yannh!” she gasped and I felt her pulpy cuntflesh swelling in spasma against my face while her tight anal ring squeezed my finger in the rhythm of orgasm.  I sucked her clit and moved my finger in and out of her asshole, prolonging her pleasure until I had to raise my head and breathe.

 

“You’re so good Irene…I love making you cum.”

 

“Are you?  Like?  Are you going to do me there tonight?”

 

I mover higher, keeping my finger in her ass and then I rubbed my greasy face against hers before thrusting my tongue into her slack-lipped mouth.

 

“Joe…oohhh God…what are you doing to me?”

 

“I’m fucking your mouth with my tongue just like I fucked your cunt with it.  Can you taste yourself?”

 

“Oohhh God…but?  Down there?  What are you doing?”

 

“I have my finger in your ass again darling…your lovely ass.  Your big, fuckable ass. You have such a lovely ass Irene…so firm and round…and sometime I’m going to put my cock in there again.  Is that all right or will you think I raped you like you say I did before.””

“Joe…oohhh God…you’re awful,” she moaned but I felt her push down on my finger, inviting deeper penetration. My middle finger was in her as far as I could reach while my index finger was just inside the mouth of her vagina and my thumb was rubbing her clit. “You know you can do anything you want to me.  You have an evil control over me.”  And then, as if the idea was aphrodisiacal, barely a minute later, Irene climaxed.  She uttered a little mewling cry of pleasure and brought her thighs tightly together on my wrist, humping on my ass-fucking finger. Afterward, she lay back gasping.

 

"Oh Joe...that was so good," she panted.  "It’s so awful…having your finger up my…my bottom…It makes me feel so wicked that I get hotter and hotter until…oohhh God."

 

Then she cried out softly again when I slid down and once more stuck my tongue into the folds of her pussy. I spread her lips with two fingers and licked down the length of her slit. With both hands, I gripped the hemispheres of her ass, spread her open with my thumbs, and pressed my lips against her pussy. Her pubic hair tickled my nose, but I ignored the sensation and continued teasing her.

 

I felt her clit slowly engorging under my tongue, and I worked the protective hood back and forth. Her taste was tangy and sweet, and a little salty, and I thrust my tongue deeper into her opening. She moaned when I began lapping at her slit and licking the folds of her inner labia.

 

I continued nuzzling and licking her for several minutes, until my cheeks and chin were coated with her juices. Her breathing grew ragged and she quivered all over. Once more I slipped a finger and then two fingers past her loosened sphincter as I moved higher above her.

 

I was almost in pain as I moved over her, pressing my juice-slicked face to hers as I kissed her.  My cock sought the hairy nest between her thighs and she stiffened and pushed at me.

 

“Oh Joe….you’re so wonderful to do what you did. I can’t say no now, can I?  Not to anything.  But go easy.  I’m still tender after Saturday night. Oh Joe…you’re so big…I don’t know how I took it in me?  And you did it for so long.”

 

I thrilled to the compliments about my size and my stamina.  I’d never heard anything like that from Val although there were times when I’d screwed her for as long as two hours. 

 

Withdrawing my fingers from her rectum I rolled onto my back.  “Get on me Irene.  I want to look at your beautiful face and lovely body while you fuck me.”

 

I watched as my naked secretary climbed astride my hips and with her hand she guided my throbbing tool as she moved up to straddle my hips. As her hirsute pussy dragged across my upthrust penis it jumped and twitched, and she smiled at me. She then rose up and I watched as she reached down with her right hand to lift my penis and point it at the hair-wreathed opening to her pussy. She rubbed the head back and forth across the swollen slit and then set it at the junction of her inner lips.

 

Once the tip was in the right place, Irene sank back a little; just enough to let the head of my dick enter her. When she removed her hand, I marveled at the sight of the shaft of my penis splitting her open, my glans invisible inside her. She rested her hands on her thighs and with exquisite slowness, she lowered herself onto me.

 

As her pussy slowly engulfed my cock, I watched in amazement as her hairy outer labia bulged to accept my width and her inner lips clung to the sides of my shaft. The feeling of sliding into her was magical and the knowledge that until I fucked her she’s been an unsullied virgin added immensely to my satisfaction.

 

When her firm buttocks came to rest on my thighs and my cock was completely buried in her pussy, she shuddered and took a deep, ragged breath, closing her eyes as if savoring the sensation. With her eyes still closed, she moved her hips side to side a little, got her knees situated comfortably on either side of my hips, and exhaled slowly.

 

Irene bit her full bottom lip and groaned and after a minute sitting like this, with my prick buried in the warmth and wetness of her pussy, she slowly opened her eyes. They were unfocused for a second or two and she took another deep breath. Then she looked at me with a serious expression.

 

“You’ve made me into a slut,” she half-whimpered.  “You must think I’m awful.”

 

“You’re wonderful, Irene…what you’re doing is natural.  I love fucking you, feeling your juicy cunt squeezing my cock…am I a slut too?

 

“Oh Joe…it’s not the same…like…girls don’t talk that way.”

 

“Yes they do Irene…when they’re hot…when they have a cock inside them …and you want to too, don’t you?  You want to tell me how it feels.”

 

I began to caress her naked body.

 

“Mmmmm, I like it when you touch me,” she said.

 

As I rubbed my hands up and down the smooth skin of her flanks and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her pussy clenched again and I took that as a signal to explore further.

 

I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts, running my palms over her nipples and I felt them stiffen immediately under my touch as she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed, grasping my erection in its soft grip and she shuddered.

 

Irene took another deep breath and rose on her knees. In fascination, I looked down as she lifted off my erection. Her pussy lips pulled at me as she raised herself off my length, my cock glistening with her juices. When only the tip of my penis was inside her, she began to descend, my girth once again splitting her open. Then, sooner than I expected the tip of my cock was bumping her cervix and I wondered again at the ease with which I reached it.  Val’s cunt was definitely deeper than Irene’s.

 

My surprisingly talented secretary returned her palms to her thighs, keeping her eyes closed and breathing deeply through her nose. When her buttocks touched my thighs and she had firmly seated herself on my dick, she began rotating her hips in small circles, her hard cervix massaging my cocktip. 

 

I continued to gently manipulate her small breasts, rubbing my palms over her erect nipples. Her hips were still making small circles, grinding her pussy against my stiffness. With the backs of my fingernails, I traced back up her ribs to the sides of her small, firm breasts. I ran my fingertips over her globes, avoiding her nipples, as she bit her lower lip again and moaned softly.

 

With light caresses, I ran my fingers back down the sides of her neck and over her shoulders. I wrapped my hands around them, barely touching her, and drew my hands down the length of her arms, adding pressure with my fingers on the back of her arms. She shuddered in pleasure and I felt her pussy grip me tighter.

 

“C’mon Irene baby…fuck me…I want to feel your hot, juicy cunt moving on my cock.”

 

With my hands resting on her hips, she stopped the circular motion of her hips and began to slowly bounce up and down on my dick. I reached my hands around to cup her ass as she moved atop me, pulling her toward me and up, and then letting her sink down on my length again.

 

We fucked like this for what seemed like forever, but it was probably closer to five minutes. With a whoosh of breath, she impaled herself on me and bit her lip again, harder this time. She then began rocking her hips back and forth. I felt her ass cheeks clenching with the exertion, but the feeling on my penis was incredible. She was grinding the base of my cock with her pussy lips, and I simply held on for the ride at this point.  A fringe benefit of the condom was that I lasted longer.

 

Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she looked directly at me.  “Oh Joe… I’m going to cum!  Are you ready?”

 

“Yeah baby…cum…want to feel your hot cunt milking me,” I moaned as I squeezed her firm buttocks.

 

Irene rose on her knees and then reseated herself, my cock buried to the root. I moved my hands back to her hips as she rode me up and down. On each downstroke, I felt her pussy squeezing tighter and tighter.

 

She was wordlessly moaning now as she bounced atop my hips, riding my cock and grinding against me at the bottom of each stroke. I felt my orgasm building and knew it wouldn’t be long before I went off into the delightful, liquid clasp of her vagina.

 

With a low, powerful moan, Irene seated herself firmly. The pressure was too much for me and just as her pussy spasmed and. went wild I felt my cock swell and begin to spurt into the contracting confines of her fabulous, cock-milking cunt.. She was rocking back and forth and gasping breathlessly as I came and when I had almost finished, I was gripped so tightly that I thought I would pass out from the pleasure.

 

With a long, tearing moan Irene collapsed against my chest and whimpered into the hollow of my neck. Her body shuddered as her pussy gripped my hard shaft. I reached around her and rubbed my hands up and down her back and ass cheeks, gently squeezing and rubbing her bottom at the end of each motion, my fingers finding the heat of her anus. Her arms gripped my torso tightly as she gently bucked and shuddered in pleasure.

 

When her orgasm subsided, she loosened her grip but kept her arms around me. Her hips still jerked against me, and her pussy seemed to get even hotter and wetter.

 

Miraculously, my cock shrank very little, the heat and tightness of her pussy sustaining my semi-erect condition. After many minutes, our breathing returned to normal. She still gripped me tightly with her arms, her body held against mine as I embraced her.

 

After perhaps five more minutes, she released me and sat up slowly, still impaled on my resurrected cock. She had a sleepy look in her eyes. I marveled at her sexiness once again as I looked into her dark eyes.

 

“It feels like you go right through me, she sighed as she wriggled atop me.  “Can you?  Like?  Keep right on?”

 

“Not usually Irene…but that talented cunt you fucked me with is keeping me hard…if you want more>”

 

“I never…you know…I was innocent until you seduced me.  Will you still respect me if…like…if I say I want more?”

 

“Tell me Irene!  Tell me exactly what you want!”  I spoke in astern voice, wondering how she’d react.

 

“Oh Joe…you know…I want you to do it.”

 

“Do what?”

“Hah…f..f..fuck me,” and as soon as she spoke the f word it was as if the floodgates of copralalia were opened. “I want you to ram your big cock into my hot cunt and fuck me until I cum.  I’m your whore Joe…your sex-loving whore.”

 

“On your knees Irene…I want you on your knees,” I said imperiously and as I expected she obeyed my order.  Damn!  This was good.  I was making her into a sex slave and she was submissively acceding to my demands.

 

“What are you going to do,” my secretary asked in a halting, timid voice.

 

“I’m going to fuck you doggy style again…are you going to be my bitch?”

 

There was no answer but as I moved behind her upraised ass she looked back at me with her eyes wide, her mouth opened in a silent O of apprehension.

 

“Mmmm…you’re tighter this way,” I moaned approvingly as I pushed my bare cock into her snug, juicy passage.  “Are you my bitch?”

 

 “I’m yours Joe…whatever…just fuck your secretary whore like the slut she is.  Ram that big cock tight up into my womb.”

 

For about two minutes I slowly pumped in and out of her hairy twat while I was busy with her dark, puckered anus.  My middle finger entered more easily now that the way had been prepared and then I got a second finger in her and moved them around.

 

“I’m not raping you am I?” I murmured as I eased out of her cunt and positioned the bulbous head of my cock at her nether portal.   She was wet there from the juices that had leaked from her cunt and loosened I was sure by the fingers I’d had inside her.

 

“I’m sorry Joe…I shouldn’t have said that Irene murmured as she dropped her face to her folded forearms and wriggled her shapely butt up at me. 
     
Irene stiffened and her eyes widened more when my knob prodded her backdoor. Her sexy mouth twisted in apprehension but the fingering had eased the way, making it less difficult to get through her sphincter.
 
“Nah…annhhh,” she gasped when I held her hips and pushed until my glans suddenly popped into her lovely, tight ass.
 
“Oohhhmyyy….myyyy….ooohhhh” sounded from her and then her babble trailed off into a deep, throaty groan as I pushed more and more of my stiff dick into her tight ass. My knob tunneled into her, stretching the constricted walls of her rectum that gripped me as they resisted expansion. 
 
Irene gasped when I reached the halfway point as if there was a sudden discomfort, but then I was beyond it and she began to push her bottom back at me, inviting deeper penetration.  Finally my abdomen and pubic hair was mashed against her pliant ass. 
 
"How is it?" I asked.  “Did it hurt this time?”
 
“Oh God Joe…I feel wicked…depraved,” Irene whimpered as she looked back over her shoulder at me.  Her eyes had the same look of subservience I’d seen when I held her head and ejaculated in her mouth.
 
“You’re the sexiest looking woman I’ve ever had,” I told her as I wriggled my hips between her firm assmelons.  “You’re made to be fucked…to have a cock in your cunt…your sexy mouth or your hot, tight asshole.”  I withdrew about half the length of my tool from her rectal passage and asked, “How does being fucked in the ass feel to you?” 
 
"It feels so strange, Joe," she answered, her voice oddly soft and relaxed. "And it feels so -- just strange. But good. Be careful in there."
 
"Sure." I pushed back in slowly and she gasped.  I stopped.
 
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Put it back in all the way."
 
I complied and she wriggled her broad hips, adding to the delightful sensations I was getting from the tightness of her anal tube. Irene shuddered and then groaned, loud and long, when I pushed all the way back into her.
 
"Yes! DO that!"  My newly initiated secretary was definitely enjoying her second assfuck.
 
I moved a little faster this time as I reached under her belly to her pubic forest where I found her clitoris and began rubbing it.
 
"Harder," she pleaded. "Harder!"
 
I began fucking her ass more easily, working my cock back and forth, in and out of her back cavity and getting thrills of pleasure from her receptively squirming ass.  And then she collapsed, pinning my hand under her pussy as I rode her pneumatic asspillows.  She was unable now to move to meet my thrusts and was all but limp on the bed as I gripped her broad hips and pumped her ass. She was submitting herself to me, offering her ass to me to be plundered and I was plundering her in the most delicious way.
     
"I want you to touch yourself," I gasped.
 
"What? Why?"
 
"Do it!" I said sharply. "Put your fingers down there and play with yourself." I stopped pumping and reached under her, levering her up with my forearm. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her hips, then released her.
 
She seemed barely able to move her arm, but she got her hand down there. Iren lay limply on the bed, her face and hair and breasts pressed into the disheveled bedcovers, her rounded hips hiked up on the pillow so her ass was upthrust.
 
I took complete advantage of it, ravaging her butt. I felt my cock was going right up into her stomach! It seemed to reach everywhere inside her, displacing all of her innards and taking them over ad I wondered what it felt like to her.  
     
Then I felt Irene begin to shake. Her ass fluttered and rippled. The powerful muscles at the entrance of her rectum tightened frantically, as if trying to grip and hold my pumping length of hot, slippery cock moving in and out of her. I held her writhing body down with my hammering hips, driving my cock even deeper into her. I was held my torso off her back by resting on one bent forearm as I leaned forward to bring my face close to hers.
     
“I’m going to cum in your asshole Irene!  I’m going to pump my sperm up into your bowels."
 
"Yeeaahh! Oohh yeeahh,” she moaned. “So goooood...cumming and cumming...want you to cum in my asshole"
 
My breathing got shallower and I felt my prick swell still more in the dark confines of her gripping rectum. 
     
"Yessss -- cum in me there!" she gasped. "Fill me up!"
     
"Auuuugghhh!" I moaned and held my hips against hers and then I felt the burning explosion of my semen in her ass. Her ass clenched on me and she groaned -- and then my cock lurched again and another long spurt of my semen was flooding her ass. 
 
Irene writhed like a madwoman, impaled on my thick, gushing hose of a cock and the tension in my body seemed to drain into her through my cock and then I was limp and quivering with the effort of not collapsing on her. I bent further and kissed her face through her hair as my pulsing cock slowly deflated. 
 
My secretary was quivering limply and her anus didn't want to release me and when my glans finally came out, there was a slurpy, sucking noise. 
 
“You’re amazing Irene…my best ever secretary,” I said with a lighthearted chuckle as I sprawled beside her.  “Now we need a sleep and then another shower,” and I pulled the covers up over us and held her still twitching body close.

 

The bedside digital clock indicated 3:30 when I woke up and because it was dark outside I knew it was early morning.  I was nestled spoon-like to my secretary’s naked body and I had a throbbing erection that was nestled in the crack of her lovely ass.  God!  She’d drained me twice, once in her front coital orifice and then in her rear portal but I wanted her again.  Actually any female would have done including my sexy and skillful wife but Irene was the most available.

 

“Hanh?  Hmmm?  Eeassyyy,” she moaned as I found her anus, still well lubricated with the semen I’d pumped into her.  My cock was tender from the punishment of her vise-like rectal passage but the heat still felt good as I pushed past the sphincter.

 

“Oohh Joe…I have to go to work tomorrow,” she protested but she pushed back to take more of my hard cock inside.

 

“C’mon Irene…let’s take a shower,” and without waiting for a reply I pulled out of her, got up and dragged her limp, unresisting body upright.  Three minutes later we were in the shower and I was using the shower head to titillate her hairy pussy.

 

“Wash your breakfast sausage,” I said softly as I guided her hands to my erect penis.  “We’re both going to have a safe, low calorie breakfast.”

 

“You’re awful,” Irene giggled as she stroked my erect cock while I kept the pulsating stream directed at her pussy.

 

“Are you sore there?”  I easily slit three fingers into her well-stretched anus.

 

“Yeh…kinda,” but she wriggled her bottom in a way that indicated she liked what I was doing.  But it was awkward and strenuous to do what I was doing with both hands so I soon ended our dalliance and helped her out of the shower.

 

“I’ll eat first,” I said with a smile as I led her to the rumpled bed and eased her down on her back. Then as my hand slid between her legs they parted, giving me access. I pulled Irene until she was lying completely on her back. As I slid down her body I slid off the bed to kneel, my kisses trailing down her body, nibbling at each of her large, erect nipples as I continued my relentless travel down her body.

I pulled her ass towards me and she put one leg on either side of me. My kisses trailed up the inside of her thigh, and as I neared her pussy I stopped to look at it. I’ve likely said that it is the hairiest pussy I'd ever seen and that somehow adds to its eroticism. The lips were distended, a slight trickle of juices wetting the hair and coating the entire area. My finger reached out and touched her clit, visible at the top juncture of her lips and I smiled as I watched her body twitch.

Irene's legs began to twitch with each pass over her clitoral shaft, her body began to tense. I looked at her face as her head fell back, her mouth opening; I noticed the hard nipples topping each mound that was the frame around her face. Her breasts were taut and my cock began to harden as I lowered my mouth to her. I suckled at the tendons where her legs met her body, my tongue tracing the crease between her pussy lips and her leg, teasing but not quite touching.

"Oh please I... please..." her body twitched as my tongue reached out and flicked her clit. Dropping lower my tongue traced the length of her slit. I licked the slickness of her juice on my tongue, slowly dissolving away, the taste slightly salty and then I took Irene's clit between my lips and began to flick it with my tongue. It just seemed natural to slide my finger into her opening and I moved my head to follow her as her hips began to pump.

Her legs felt like steel bands around me as my finger rubbed inside of her. I felt a rough patch at the top and her legs twitched tightly around her then fell wide open, giving unfettered access to her pleasure center. I kept rubbing her walls, not quite concentrating on the rough spot but being sure to pass over it on each thrust, as I inserted another finger. I could feel Irene's body undulate, impaling itself on my fingers, vibrating with the need to cum As my wrist began to become numb with exertion I focused on the rough spot, the one that caused her legs to fall open. The loud moaning that I heard was cut down to a dull roar as her legs clamped around my head, I struggled to keep her clit between her lips as I followed her wildly thrusting body. I wanted so much to have my cock where I had my fingers and I knew that she would have allowed it but I couldn’t take advantage of her that way. Then her body jumped, her torso coming up off the bed, falling slowly back then again jumping from the bed, the effect of thrusting her breasts at the ceiling. I rode Irene through her orgasm, my tongue slowing as she began to settle, becoming aggressive as she rose to the next peak.

My jaw began to ache and I had mixed emotions when she finally raised enough to pull my mouth off of her clit, her arms hugging my head, the angle of her body preventing additional stimulation of her pussy.

 

“Was it good dear?”

“Oh Joe…you know I liked it…loved it…but what about you?”

 

“You’re going to suck my cock Irene.  Like you did before…one of the times you say I raped you.”

 

The look on her face was strange.  She looked both willing and afraid and if I hadn’t already experienced her incredible skill I might have wondered if I was asking too much. I got up and lay on my back on the bed.

 

“Remember how much you like it when I eat you,” I said and she knelt above me and lowered her head to my groin.

 

"I want you to wrap those hot, sexy lips of yours around my cock and give me another blowjob…like you did last winter.”"

 

"Joe, don't talk that way!" Irene protested.

    

"You liked it, too, didn’t you, you sweet little cock-sucker? Come on. You’re good.”

 

She stared wide-eyed at the purplish dome of my uncircumcised cock as I pushed her face toward it. 

 

“C’mon baby…you know how…kiss it,” I said in a firm voice and pursing her soft lips, Irene kissed my heated bulb lightly and quickly. 

 

"That's it, baby," I crooned.  "Do it again."

    

“It’s so big Joe…it scares me,” but her lips lingered a bit longer on my twice-drained tool.  I put my hand on her shoulder and began caressing her.

 

Lovingly she squeezed my shaft, causing a drop of clear liquid to appear in the tiny-lipped mouth at the tip of my glans and Irene extended her dainty pink tongue and licked off the dab of pre-cum. 

 

She opened her mouth and took in the knob and forming her puffy pink lips snugly around the top of my shaft she sucked down on me while she continued to lave me sensitive cockhead with her wanton tongue.  Then she began moving her head up and down, slowly at first, then faster and faster. 

    

Slurp, slurp, slurp, came the lustful sounds as Irene seemed to become more and more carried away with what she was doing. Her soft, full lips clung salaciously to my throbbing tool, drawing out around the saliva- wetted shaft each time she pulled up on it with her cheeks hollowed from the force of her suctioning efforts. She had cupped her hand under my scrotum and was now gently rolling and caressing my balls, her saliva drooling copiously from her cock-filled mouth and trickling hotly down over my scrotum. 

 

“Oohhh yesss Baby…never seen anything as sexy as you with your mouth full of cock, Irene.  You’re the best cocksucker I ever had,”

 

My obscene compliments seemed to incite greater effort as she tilted her head and looked directly into my eyes as she went down and down and down, her hot throat accommodating the bulbous knob and sending fantastic thrills coursing through my body.

 

“Unngghhh…Iiiireeene,” I gasped as I felt the heat growing in my groin.  “Gonna cummmm,” I moaned.

 

 On the next upstroke of her head, Irene managed a cock-muffled, panting exhortation, “Cum Joe…mmmm….cummm in my mouf.”

 

“Yeah baby…slow…milk me with those sexy lips,” I urged and I grabbed my secretary’s  head to still it and let fly my load, grunting and sighing as I fed it to her.

     

I don’t know where it came from after the night’s events but I know the hot substance splashed against the back of Irene's throat, causing her to gulp reflexively and swallow it right down before she ever had a chance to think about what I was doing to her.  With her eyes fixed timidly on mine she held my bucking, spitting pole in her mouth while it spurted out jet after jet of the sperm that I still wanted most to pump into her cunt. Irene refused to come up for air until after she had coaxed the final sluggish drops of jism out of my softening, spongy penis.

 

“You’re a marvel,” I sighted appreciatively when she finally released my cum-numbed cock and rested her cheek on my belly.

 

I stayed in her bed after she went to work.

 

 

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Secretarial Services – Part VIII

 

Dear Diary:  Jun 29 – On Friday Joe called me to his office and quizzed me about what I might have said to Val. He didn’t explain but I’m sure she must have accused him of screwing me and then after she saw me she backed off.   Anyway for a change I babysat for them and didn’t have sex with either one…or even see and hear them having sex.  My period started last night.  But it was a successful visit.  As soon as the kids were in bed I got into Val’s private file and found her photo collection.  I scanned about ten of them into the computer and then made a CD-ROM that I brought home with me.  Now all I have to do is decide how I’m going to show them to Joe and let Val know that he’s seen them.  I probably should have scanned all of them but the ones I chose will do the job.  Joe will see Val having sex with me and he’ll see those huge-cock guys and he’ll think that they have screwed Val (probably true) and he’ll see Val getting fucked by me with that mammoth dildo.  No pictures to shock her of course but the fact that Joe is seeing them will shock her enough. It’s been a good weekend.

G’night.

 

Dear Diary:  Jul 5 – There.  I did it.  I e-mailed three pictures to Joe’s home and office addresses and to Val’s address.  I wish I could be there to hear the discussion that’s going to happen after Joe sees the pictures.  Two of the guys could just be anonymous pics from the Internet…Val must have taken them in hotel rooms somewhere…but the other one, the fat guy with the mammoth penis, is clearly taken right in Val & Joe’s bedroom and they’ll see Val’s image in the mirror and she’s as naked as the guy.  I’ll wait for reaction before ll send them the picture of me eating her and I’ll block my face out (and I have to check to be sure that he can’t see all the pussy hair.  Val will know who it is but I don’t want him to know…not yet, anyway.

Will write more tomorrow.

 

SignifEvent Journal Jul 200- (1st)

I’ve had a few bad days during my lifetime but I don’t remember any as bad as the past Monday.  On Monday morning I got an e-mail with three photos of men who looked like advertisements for those ‘bigger penis’ ads except that they were bigger even than the ads promise.  Spam, I thought as I glanced at them and then I saw, reflected in the mirror beside this fat guy with a huge cock, a woman.  A naked woman with big tits.  A sexy, desirable woman with big tits.  I tried to tell myself that I was not seeing right but after an endless agonizing time (likely ten seconds) I had to admit that the woman was Val, my wife Val.

 

I messed with the image, enlarged it, reduced it, reversed it but always it remained Val and I could feel the cuckold horns sprouting from my head.  Sprouting, Hell.  They must be already full grown because there were three men, all with big cocks, and even though only one was in our bedroom with an image of Val next to him there could be no doubt that they’d all had those horse-cocks inside her.

 

I went to the bar on the way home, got a table in the corner and sat there and drank.  After my second scotch (which I seldom drink) I got sort of philosophical.  All those old saws ran through my mind and (just so I’ll always remember) I’ll list the best ones.

  1.  You never miss the water ‘til the well runs dry.  (And nothing could be truer.  Even though I was sure that my wife was cheating on me I wanted her more than ever.)

 2. Half a loaf is better than no bread. (And I’d rather share her than give her up altogether.)

3. Familiarity breeds contempt.  (I’d treated my wife too casually and she’d gone looking for someone [or more than one] who would appreciate her.

 4. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. (She was rightfully getting even with me for being inattentive.)

 

By the time I left the bar at nine PM I was too drunk to drive but I drove anyway.  Fortunately I made it home OK to find the kids in bed and Val almost as drunk as I.  There wasn’t much conversation but within minutes we were in bed and it was the best fuck we’ve had (without Irene watching) for a long time.  Her cunt isn’t as tight or as muscular as Irene’s but Hell, she’s had two babies through the passage.

 

It has been years since we slept so close.  Whenever I woke up I hugged her and I think it produced dividends because she clung to ma all night long.  I just don’t know what to do.   I want to ask her about the pictures but I don’t want to be confrontational.  (Does that make me a natural cuckold?”  But deep down I believe that she loves me and that I can supply whatever she needs sexually.  (Except for a flesh and blood big cock but maybe I can use a strap-on to supply that?)  Maybe tomorrow I’ll have the courage to talk to her about it?

 

 

Dear Diary:  Jul 8 – I got results, lots of them.  Val was on the phone to me on Monday morning accusing me of sending the pictures.  Of course I denied it and she may have believed me because she finally agreed to forward them to me.  Then she called me again on Tuesday after I sent out the one of me eating her.  She acted really afraid that Joe was going to leave her because of it and especially that the picture would virtually guarantee that he’d get custody of the kids.  (I may be as evil as they are to endanger the kids’ happiness but I don’t think I’m causing anything that wasn’t going to happen anyway.  And this way I get some revenge.)

 

Joe showed up at my door right after I got home and from the way he acted you’d never know that he’d just seen pictures that showed that his wife had likely been cheating on him…serial cheating.  He sat there and got drunk and philosophized and didn’t even make a pass at me.  I was disappointed…not because he didn’t make a pass at me but because he wasn’t angry or hurt or any of the things a cuckold usually is.  (I love that word.  Can’t wait until I can tell the bastard that he’s a cuckold who lost his wife because he has a small cock.)

 

I won’t go into details (for a change) but he got drunker than I’ve ever seen him and then he passed out.  Wonder what he’ll think when he sees the picture of me screwing Val with that oversize dong?  That’ll be tomorrow.

 G’night. 

 

 

 

Dear Diary:  Jul 10 – Just a quickie note.  Joe still hasn’t said anything about the photos and I know he got the one yesterday with me fucking Val because he left work before me and I checked his e-mail on his computer in the office.

 

Something is going on though because he came to my place last night and that’s Val’s night out.  He brought the usual drinking stuff but all he did was get really drunk and he didn’t try to make out with me.  He acted real sad though so I know my plan is working.  He slept with me…and that’s all he did…and this morning he was so hung over that he told me to go to work without him.  It was after ten when he finally showed up at the office.

 

Now all I can do is wait…I’m sure something will break soon.

G’night

 

SignifEvent Journal Jun 200- (3rd)

I’ve never felt as stupid as I did this week.  Got another photo  on Wednesday and this one had Val being fucked (if that’s the right word) by a woman wearing an impossibly huge strap-on dildo.  And I was almost certain that the woman was Irene but I couldn’t be sure.  (Now I am.)

 

One night in the winter when I visited Irene I’d glimpsed ‘Dear Diary’ on her laptop.  If she had a diary on the computer it could answer a lot of questions and with the grief Val and I were going through the matter of Irene’s privacy didn’t enter my mind.

 

I spent the night with Irene but didn’t try anything.  I just got drunk.  I saw no happy ending to what was happening and even if I’d been so inclined I doubt that I could have got it up to screw my hairy-cunted secretary.

 

In the morning I begged off work because of a hangover (which I really had) but as soon as Irene left I got at her laptop.  Fortunately she had no privacy protection of any sort so I found the diary with no difficulty.  I didn’t read it right away but instead I copied it and e-mailed it to both my home and my office computers.

 

I don’t usually drink in my office but when I started reading the diary I had to have a drink.  The diary gave me shock after shock after shock.  The first shock was not that Irene wasn’t the innocent virgin she pretended to be but was that her non-virginity was due to a five year sexual relationship with her older brother.

 

I wasn’t surprised that she’d watched me screwing Val.  Val and I both knew she was watching us and we both got off on it.  It didn’t make me happy to hear about my wife cheating on me but I’ve had a few days (since the photos arrived) to get used to the idea.  And Irene’s description of how Val seduced her was a real turn-on.  Val having sex with Irene doesn’t bother me (except for getting me horny.)  And now I know the source of the photos even though I’m sure that Val didn’t e-mail them.  Makes me feel stupider than ever that I knew so little about my wife.  No wonder she cuckolded me.

 

And talk about feeling stupid…I felt guilty (sort of) when I thought I’d taken Irene’s virginity.  I bet she got a great laugh out of that…especially the bloody sheet.  But it helps to know that I was the first one to cum in her mouth and fuck her in the asshole.  And from what she’s written I still have some sort of power over her despite that despicable things she’s trying to do to my and Val’s marriage.

 

Now I have to figure out how I (we?) can get back at her.  The one thing I can think of is to knock her up.  She is so determined that she’ll only make babies with her brother that knocking her up will be meaningful vengeance.  And it will be sweeter too because she thinks I had a vasectomy.  I’ve been tracking her periods and so far I haven’t gone off in her at a vulnerable time but this weekend will be her most fertile period (I think.)  So I hope I can get into her at least that once more.  Damn.  Can’t wait to see and hear her after I go off in her orgasming cunt and then tell her that the sperm I pumped into her womb is the real, potent baby-making kind.

 

After I read the diary (and drank too much) I went home. The kids were already in bed and Val had eaten (or so she said).  I opened a new bottle of cognac and turned down the lights and asked Val to sit beside me and drink…and talk.

 

It was hesitant at first…and kind of teary.  I think Val is truly sorry about the other guys and women but I forgave her with no conditions.  She was a bit surprised when she found out that I’d been screwing Irene but not as surprised as she was when she found out about Irene’s brother and my supposed vasectomy.  Together we agreed that my impregnation plan, although not foolproof, was the best way to get even.  Val did however express some concern for the baby we hoped would result from the occasion.  And by then I’d checked and confirmed that Saturday was a prime knock-up night so Val agreed to get Irene to the house that night.

 

 

 

Dear Diary:  Jul 11 – I can’t figure it out.  They both must have seen those photos but they’re acting like nothing happened.  Are they perverted?  Doesn’t Joe care that his wife is making out with other men and women?  Anyway Val called and asked me to sit for them tomorrow night.  She says it’s a special night when she wants to try to make up for all the bad things she’s done to Joe.  Is that how they’re handling the photo issue?

Talk (write) to you on Saturday.

G’night

 

Dear Diary:  Jul 12 – I still don’t know.  They act as if nothing has happened.  They got home late from their dinner and as usual Val was plastered.  I had a bit of a jag on myself and I lay there for some time before I heard Joe come down to join me.

 

I tried to find out more by suggesting that Val had complained that he wasn’t big enough but I didn’t have the courage to disparage his size…especially since he makes such good use of it.  He didn’t bite either when I asked if he thought Val had sex with women.  And then he got that look in his eye that makes me into a quivering nothing.  He pushed my head down and made me suck him but then he got me to put my finger in his bottom.  He says I was massaging his prostate and that it felt real good and then he was in me again.

 

He fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before…even more than a few weeks ago when he came in me twice without leaving me for a rest.  But I think he regrets the operation because he keeps talking about how he’s pumping sperm up into my womb.

 

I ended up feeling real guilty about what I’ve done and crying, even while he was still screwing me.

 

It’s the thirteenth today and it’s truly an unlucky day.  I am already feeling sad and guilty for messing with Joe’s and Val’s marriage and especially with Joe’s manhood although lack of potency certainly hasn’t produced any erectile dysfunction.  I’m pretty sure he must be using Viagra or one of those drugs.  Anyway not long after I got home the phone rang and it was Bill.  He had bad news and he wasted no time in passing it along.  He’s knocked up the bitch Evelyn again and he’s decided that they have to stay together for the kids.  He still wants to fuck me (he said make love to me but he just means, fuck me) but we can’t have any babies.  He has al he can support now.

 

They say that bad news comes in threes and I’ve had two things… my bad actions against Joe and Val and now being dumped by Bill. 

Now I have to worry about what will be number three.

 

SignifEvent Journal Jul 200-

Before we went out I made sure that there was some readily available alcohol for Irene.  That, along with my most intimidating gaze would, I hoped, get me into that delightful cunt once again.  And hopefully when I was done she would be (using the archaic term), with child.

 

We went to dinner, a special gourmet dinner that Val appreciated much more than my unsophisticated secretary would.  It was nearly midnight when we got home and as we’d hoped, Irene was still up but the rum bottle was less than half full.  I didn’t want her to be drunk when I had her but with her inhibitions relaxed by the booze my obscene plan would be easier to effect.   And she’d be less likely to notice Val as she obtained a photographic record.

 

Val pretended to be falling down drunk when we got home so she didn’t go downstairs…not right away.  I took a Viagra pill, something I rarely used because I was afraid I’d develop a tolerance and when I reached the stage of really needing it, it wouldn’t work.  I knew however from the several times I’d used it that I could keep my erection for the best part of three hours and tonight I wanted to fuck Irene through at least two ejaculations.  I changed from my going out garb to a bathrobe with nothing under it and when I arrived in the basement and poured a cognac Irene looked at me strangely.

 

“What about Val?  Is she coming down?”

 

“She’s out for the night,” and I sat on the open sofa bed and placed a hand on Irene’s thigh that was clearly outlined under the sheets.  I leaned over to kiss my secretary’s soft lips and her mouth opened to admit my tongue.

 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Irene whispered as my hand slipped under the sheet to caress her nearly naked body. “What would happen if Val found out?  Do you love her?  Do you think she’s ever cheated on you?”

 

“I guess I couldn’t complain if she did, could I?”  The sheet was now pulled down and my hand was under her baby doll pajama bottom which was all that she wore.  “Do you think she’s ever been with another man?”

 

“Hmmm…maybe?  One night when you were away curling and she got pretty drunk she said some stuff…like…that she wished you were,” and Irene’s hand slipped between the folds of my robe to grasp my semi-erect cock,”…that you were bigger…you know?”

 

“Am I big enough for you?”

“Oh God yes.  I thought I was going to split open the night you…when you took my virginity. But maybe she’s different…maybe she’s found bigger guys.”

 

“Oh well…as long as she stays on the pill and doesn’t bring home a disease it’s OK.  You know what they say; you never miss a slice off a cut loaf.  But I wish you’d gone on the pill so I wouldn’t have had to have that operation.  It makes me feel sort of incomplete.”

 

“Do you think Val has ever been with another woman?  For sex, I mean?”

 

“I don’t know.  Would you like to have sex with her?  I bet that hairy pussy of yours would turn her on as much as it turns me on.  Some night when you two are alone together why don’t you try to seduce her?”

 

“Joe…you’re awful,” Irene protested but from the expressions on her face as I talked I could tell that I was surprising (and maybe disappointing) her.  I was effectively neutering her plan for vengeance.

 

I shrugged off my robe and dipped a finger into my secretary’s rapidly moistening vagina I unceremoniously dragged her head down to my groin until the dripping head of my cock bumped her chin.

 

“Nah…hanh,” she protested as she looked up at me but then that delightfully exciting submissiveness showed in her eyes and she opened her mouth to engulf my cock.

 

It was awkward but I soon effected double penetration of my compliant secretary with my fingers while her mouth worked wetly and skillfully on my throbbing tool.  And out of the corner of my eye I saw Val with both a digital still camera and a videocam recording the action.

 

Irene was obediently compliant as I guided her hand down below where her lips and tongue were performing their magic on my staff.  Mouth full of cock, she raised her eyes quizzically when I manipulated her finger against my anal rosebud that was now flooded by the saliva that had drooled from her cocksucking mouth.

 

“Yeah…that’s it Irene…like I’m doing to you,” I urged as her finger popped inside my bottom.  “Deeper baby…feel deeper…to the front,” I guided her until I felt that special thrill from contact with my prostate.  “That’s the way Irene…you’re making me wild.   Oh God Irene…I have to fuck you!”

 

There was a wet ‘plop’ when I pushed her head away and my cock came out of her still sucking mouth.  And then I had her on her back with her lovely legs doubled back to her shoulders and her hair wreathed slit spread open and available below me.

 

“Hummmph!” she grunted in a whoosh of breath as I rammed my cock up to the hilt into her juicy twat.  I got a finger on her clit because I knew I wouldn’t last long and when I went off I wanted her amazing cunt to be milking me too.

 

“Damn…never had a cunt like yours baby…can you teach Val?”

 

“Dah…don’t…dah…hannh,” she babbled as I ploughed her oily furrow and at the bottom of each inward thrust I heard her breathless grunt and felt the hardness of her cervix against the head of my cock.

 

“Hanh…hee…hunnngh….unngghh,” my writhing secretary panted and I felt the first contraction of her muscular sheath begin that superb milking action.

 

“Yeah…oohhh yeah baby…here it comes…that little eye in your cervix is winking Irene…yunnngh…it’s cumming…I’m blasting my sperm right up into your womb.”  And as I groaned with ecstasy and mouthed my senseless words her hips thrashed about, the motions adding to the milking action of her contracting passage.

 

I released her legs and let her lie twitching and quivering under me while I slowly fucked her with my artificially stimulated erection.  I had been more than a week without sex and my secretary’s fuckwell seemed almost sloppy wet with the volume I’d pumped into her.

 

“Are you sure Val is asleep?”

 

I smiled at my wife who was standing at the head of the sofa bed, out of Irene’s line of vision, with the videocam.

 

“Maybe we can get her to join us?” I joked as I picked up tempo.

 

My firm-bodied secretary pushed up against me, eager to restart the lover's ride just ended. I began the see-saw, up and down motion, twisting my pelvis so as to increase the pleasure.  And pleasure it was.  Despite my having just cum, my cock was anxious to ride to the peak again, to climb to new climactic heights.  I was no less horny now than I had been before cumming.  I felt I could fuck forever.  And part of the reason was the sight of my big-titted wife recording it all on video.

 

I lay full weight on Irene and rubbed our naked bodies together, slick, sweat-soaked skins slipping and sliding against each other.  Her breasts were so slick and slippery they turned in little circles against my chest with the nipples sticking into me like hot bullets.  Wet belly slipped against wet belly, and our matted pubic hair interlocked and interwove together.  Irene wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck and held me tight.  Her legs came up and locked around my back.  Our thrusts were in perfect harmony, pulling back and pushing forward, each in time with the other.  Wet, slippery skin moved against the other's skin, adding to the pleasure.

 

Irene's movements became almost frantic.  She was moving her hips in circles and thrusting her pussy at my cock with such force I wondered that she didn’t hurt herself.  She was crying and moaning at the same time, ecstatic sounds of almost unbearable pleasure.  My movements increased in their pace also, and I was groaning in pleasure.

 

Val was having difficulty with the videocam because she had one hand between her legs and was obviously masturbating while she ran the camera.  God, she looked sexy with her fat-lipped mouth and her big, jiggly breasts. 

 

But I could feel another orgasm building and my mouth hungrily sought Irene’s, wanting to imitate the action below.  We had our wide open mouths to each other's and kissed and suckled at each other with the abandon of reckless teenagers. 

 

I reached under and grasped Irene's buttocks.  I caressed and kneaded their firm-fleshed fullness, ran my fingers down their deep crease, and then pulled her pelvis up tight against me.  We were both so close, so close.  I pulled back, and holding her buttocks firmly in my hands, pushed hard into Irene's creamy cavity.  Over and over, in and out, harder and harder.  Each time, Irene's juice poured out of her and down the crease of her ass into my hands.  Her whole buttocks as well as their fronts were now soaked in the outpourings of our sex juices.

 

The muscles in Irene's buttocks clinched, drawing tight and hard. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, almost immobilizing it.  She jerked her mouth from mine and cried, "Oh, God Joe!  I'm there!  I'm cumming again...  I'm cumming so hard!"  Her buttocks started quivering and spasms tore through her abdomen and her belly bulged up to mine, fluttering and shuddering her body over and over.  She was panting loudly and her breath came in ragged gasps. 

 

Then the milking began as I ground against her hair-padded pelvis, ramming my cock into the hard bump of her cervix.  My groin blossomed with the heat of my climax and as her hips pushed up at me, over and over again, Irene’s astonishing fuckwell massaged my bucking tool and I discharged another load of sperm laden semen into her writhing channel. 

 

Gradually Irene’s undulations slowed down and the intensity of her orgasm began to fade. I then lifted her legs straight up in the air and drove into her pussy, over and over, like a pile driver driving steel.  I was going to make this Viagra-enhanced coupling one she would never forget.  My secretary looked up at me and started reciprocating, pushing me higher and higher. I could feel the slippery gism surrounding my cock, making it hot and slick.  I kept right on driving in and out, striving to bring her off once more.  Irene had her eyes closed, concentrating on her own pleasure.  She humped against me, and then I could feel the muscles across her stomach draw tight.  Her pussy clamped down on my cock again, squeezing it.  I continued my cock action, concerned now with giving this vengeful woman even greater pleasure. Her orgasm this time seemed as intense the one just passed, and Irene panted, "Yes, yes, you did it again…oohhh God Joe…you’re marvelous.”

 

Irene opened her eyes and looked up at me.  There was a look there I hadn’t seen before.  It was a look of docile submission but I’d seen that many times since I first came in her mouth but now it was a look of respect…almost awe.  She pulled me down to her and kissed me and then she pushed me over to my side and threw her leg over my hip.  All this time my cock had remained buried in Irene's pussy, slowly going down from the orgasm.  Face to face, sex to sex.

 

“Oh God Joe…I so envy Val…to have you whenever she wants.  And I feel guilty…awfully guilty.  I’m getting you to cheat on your wife and I’ve done a terrible thing…just awful.

 

I liked being on top and I rolled onto her again.  “What did you do that was so awful?”  Was she going to admit to sending the e-mails?

 

“Nothing I can ever tell you Joe…it was awful but I don’t think I caused any damage.”

 

Signaling Val to go upstairs I kissed Irene’s eyes and was surprised to taste the wet saltiness of tears.  Maybe she did truly regret what she’d done.  How would she feel if she knew I’d lied about my vasectomy and had maybe just knocked her up?

 

I fucked her cum-sodden cunt for a couple of minutes more before realizing that she was softly sobbing and not sexually aroused any more.  I rolled off her loose-legged body and lay quietly beside her.  Shortly she seemed to go to sleep and I went upstairs to a thoroughly aroused wife.  My Viagra erection was still firm and for almost half an hour I worked on relieving Val of the lust created by seeing me screw Irene.

 

Secretarial Services – Part IX

 

Dear Diary:  Jul 15 – I still don’t know why Joe and/or Val hasn’t let something slip about those e-mails but not a word.  Joe showed up at my apartment on Sunday night while I was drowning my sorrow about being dumped by Bill with what was left of the rum he’d brought last week.  He’s like the Energizer Bunny for sure.  He made love to me (or fucked me, whatever) for more than an hour again.  Thank God he’s been fixed. (I know I’ve said that a lot but especially now that I don’t have Bill to fall back on I can’t afford to get pregnant.) 

G’night

 

Dear Diary Jul 20 – It’s been an awful week.  It’s one week since Bill called to tell me he’s staying with the bitch and also one week since the last time Joe made love to me.  I wish I could have back those photos I e-mailed to him amd Val.  He’s virtually ignored me all week and Val didn’t call either.  I know they got the photos and they must have figured out that I sent them and they’re just going to ignore me.  If Joe hadn’t given me that huge raise I’d quit but now I can’t afford to, not with the lease on the bigger apartment and not having my brother to depend on if all goes bad,  I just don’t know what I’m going to do,

G’night to my only friend and confidante.

 

Dear Diary Jul 27 – Now it’s two weeks since I was with Joe.  I know now for sure that he thinks (knows) I sent those photos.  And Val has come to the office four times in the last two weeks but she never came here before.  And they both act like I don’t exist.   It makes me sick to see them acting so lovey dovey since I know how she’s cuckolded him and how he’s cheated on her.  It’s like they don’t care.  Now I have to go to the store…I’m out of pads and my period is due to start soon, I think.

I’ll write when I have something to say,

G’night.

 

Dear Diary Jul 31 – I’m still waiting…but not to hear from Joe or Val.  I’m waiting for my period to begin.  I’m always regular and according to something I wrote in here my last period started on June 28.  That means that my next one should have started on July 26, five days ago.  I looked it up on the Web and took a quick test.  It says there’s a 26% chance that I’d be pregnant except the sex I had was with a guy who’s had a vasectomy so it should be a 0% chance.  (Unless Joe lied but he had those doctors’ letters so I know he was telling the truth.  I know my period will start right away…it’s late because of all the stress I’ve been under for the last few weeks.

 

Dear Diary Aug 3 – He lied to me, deceived me.  I knew he was evil but didn’t realize how evil he was.  The doctors’ letters must have been fakes.  My period still hasn’t arrived and it’s not going to either.  I waited until today and got a test kit.  I peed in a cup and held the little test strip in it for five seconds.  I waited for two minutes and then I saw the result…a blue + sign which means it’s 99% sure that I’m pregnant.  Knocked up.  Have a bun in the oven. In the family way.  But I have no family now. I’ll either be one of those penniless single Moms or I’ll be sick with guilt for ending the pregnancy.  I just don’t know what to do.

 

(Later)  I found half a bottle of Joe’s brandy in the cupboard and it’s relaxing me.  Probably bad for the little one inside me but right now that’s the least of my worries.  I’m convinced that Joe did not get himself ‘fixed’ as he claimed and that when he made love to me (No…he fucked me) he knew he might make me pregnant.  And he didn’t care.  I wonder how Val would feel about that.  Tomorrow I’m going to ask Val to come visit me for a heart to heart talk.  And now I’m the most relaxed I’ve been since before I e-mailed those photos.

G’night Diary.

 

 Dear Diary Aug 5 – Val came to visit me last night (Monday). Joe had gone out of town but she agreed to get a babysitter and come talk to me abut my troubles although I didn’t tell her what they were.  Maybe she guessed but she sure gave no indication of that.

 

She was quite cool (in the sense that she wasn’t warm and friendly) when I asked why she and Joe had been avoiding me.  She was drinking but out of consideration for the little one inside I just had water.  She said at first that it was just the pressure of family and they hadn’t had time but a few drinks later she let it all pour out.

 

They got the e-mails, all of them, and she’d known right away that I sent them because she hadn’t shared her extra-marital escapades or the pictures with anyone else.  She said it had hurt her but it also may have saved their marriage.  Joe was now much more loving and he seemed to accept her poorly controlled lust for oversized genitalia.  They were working it out and in the time since they first discussed the photos she’d had more sex than at any previous time in her life and all of it within the constraints of marriage.

 

I might have made a case for being angry and indignant toward her and Joe except that she knows everything.  They’ve read you, Diary …all that I’ve written on this computer, i.e. all that I’ve written since I went to work for Joe.  And Joe did lie to me bout the vasectomy but he hadn’t intended to make me pregnant…not at first.  It was only after I sent the e-mails and he accidentally got into all that I’d written that he and Val decided that it was a fair way to get back at me for faking my virginity (and Joe had believed me and felt guilty about it) and for planning to break up their marriage.  She says that I deserve it but she also says that they accept responsibility and they will help me out financially…or take the baby as their own.

 

It’s all too much for me to absorb in one evening.  I felt strangely peaceful after Val left…and I didn’t feel alone any more.  I was going to be a single mother but I had two friends (including the baby’s father) to help me contend.

“G’Night Diary

 

Dear Diary Aug 30 – I’ve had a busy month, what with morning sickness, feeling tired all the time, having to pee every hour and headaches and it hasn’t been pleasant.  I haven’t seen much of Joe…he avoids me at work…but Val has been totally marvelous.  She’s helped me get out of my apartment lease and has moved most of my personal stuff to their basement.  That’s going to be my room when I move in and I’m moving there tomorrow, Sunday.  I wonder if I’ll still get horny when I hear them making love?  I wonder if Joe is going to try to make out with me.  I hope not because I don’t want anything to happen that will hurt Val and my friendship.  She’s the closest friend I’ve ever had.  Next time I write I’ll be at their house.

G’night

 

SignifEvent Journal Sep 200-

Val met Irene at Irene’s request early last month right after Irene figured out that I’d knocked her up.  Her purpose no doubt was to castigate Val and especially me for deceiving her and thereby making her pregnant. However when she found out that we knew of her own deceptions and her attempt to destroy our marriage she was left with a shortage of ammunition for her attack.  And then my soft-hearted wife said we’d help her.  In fact, when Val said that we’d help her or even take the baby as our own Val says she became almost subservient in her gratefulness.

 

Val’s soft-heartedness didn’t stop there.  Without asking me if I agreed she invited Irene to move in with us until after the baby is born and so, on the last day of August my pregnant secretary arrived at our house.  (Actually, Val took the car and went and got her and the few belongings they hadn’t already moved to our basement.  And the basement room I’d built as a refuge where I could watch hockey and baseball (and where I’d first seduced Irene) was becoming her private room and future nursery.

 

It would have looked strange to a stranger.  Actually, it was strange.  Here were a man, the secretary he’d knocked up and the man’s wife who also had been his secretary’s lover and they were sitting primly around the living room.  And drinking.

 

I guess the tension of the situation was enough to cause Irene to break her vow of ‘no alcohol during her pregnancy’ because she was tossing back her favourite rum and sprite like she was afraid we’d run out.  But pregnancy looked good on her.  It was too soon for it to show but her colour was good and by the time we were on or third drinks she looked even sexier than she had when she was on my ‘to do’ list.

 

At first Val and I were sitting on chairs and Irene was on the oversized sofa where she’d slept a few times before the basement room was completed.  By the time I brought the third drinks Val was sitting on her right side and as I handed them their glasses I sat down to her left.

 

I pressed my thigh against hers and she turned to me with a questioning look and then her eyes suddenly got that ‘scared rabbit’ look that turns me on so much.  She looked then at Val  and although I couldn’t see Irene’s eyes I could see Val’s and she had that predatory look she gets when she’s really turned on.  Were we…Val and I…of the same mind?  Would Irene come to bed with the two of us?  Maybe she would.  She’d already had sex with both of us and she hasn’t been at all prudish about it.

 

When I placed my right hand on Irene’s left knee Val placed her right hand on Irene’s right knee and Irene tensed and looked straight ahead. 

 

“Oh God! You people are awful,” Irene giggled into my mouth as our tongues tangled in the first kiss we’d shared since I’d knocked her up.  The third member of our ménage a trios was bestowing her oral caresses between my secretary’s widespread legs and from the way Irene was panting into my mouth Val was stimulating her powerfully.

 

“My God you’re hard Joe!” she gasped as she reached down to grasp my throbbing tool.  “He needs us Val…he’s really horny. He wants a hot warm cunt for that big, hard cock.”

 

I was a bit surprised at the ease with which Irene was conquering her inhibitions.  I’d always had to virtually coerce her into ‘talking dirty’ but now she was voluntarily using the risqué words.  I was hoping now I’d be able to keep it up long enough to give both women some satisfaction.

 

“You’re hot for him aren’t you Irene…no matter how much you wrote about your brother you’ve always been hot for my husband,” and as she spoke my wife shouldered me out of the way and began to kiss our mutual lover’s mouth.

 

“Mmmm…you make me so hot Val…I love the way you kiss…you’ve made this innocent, little country girl into your sex slave…both of you have…and I love it.”

 

I wasn’t about to be an idle observer of the two women who most appealed to me and I pushed Val’s hips from their position atop Irene’s and began to kiss my secretary’s hairy abdomen, working my way lower as she spread her legs wide and tilted her pelvis to invite my tongue into her hot cuntmouth.

 

Clearly we had some learning to do.  Val was reaching for my cock but it was too far from her hand but Irene was noisily wallowing in Val’s oral action in her mouth and mine in her pussy.  I was enjoying Irene’s reaction to my mouth but I wanted some attention to my needs too.  Two cunts and one cock to fill them don’t work.  Then Val took over.

 

Our bed was King size which hadn’t really been necessary when only Val and I used it.  Now however, especially for the present activities, the extra bed size was important.  With my face buried in my secretary’s furry muff I couldn’t really see what was happening but I knew that I was being rolled onto my back and since Irene’s thighs were tightly cradling my face, she also had been rolled over and must be lying atop my head.

 

The air seemed cool now that my throbbing cock wasn’t sandwiched between my belly and the bed but it was only for a moment.  I felt its warm, liquid enclosure by soft flesh and realized that Val had mounted me.  She began a slow up-down movement and coincidentally Irene’s hips began a similar but more rapid motion.

 

“Mmmmm good,” Val murmured, “It’s in so deep this way…love it.”

 

“Yanh!” the other woman exclaimed, “Gonna cum…he’s making me cum,” and her thighs locked around my head and she ground her hairy twat against my face.  For a moment I thought I was going to be smothered by her face-enclosing, pulpy cuntflesh but as if coming up for air, she lifted her hips for a moment before grinding it to my face again.

 

“Suck him Irene…he ate you and I want you to suck him,” Val said in a funny tone of voice and my pulsing prick was suddenly alone in the cool air.

 

“Yunh…all right,” I heard Irene say in a meek voice and then I was able to see.  Irene got to her knees and knelt over my groin, licking her lips with apparent unease.  And then that sexy, full-lipped mouth engulfed me and, looking right into my eyes, she took me all the way until her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock and her nose was jammed into my pubis.

 

“Damn!” Val said, “You suck cock like a whore.  No wonder you managed to win my husband.”

 

“Unngh…glunngh,” my talented secretary gurgled as she raised her head to look at Val kneeling beside her.  “Bill taught me,” she said defensively: “…there’s only been him and Joe.”

 

“Oh my God!  You’re perfect!”  She had gone down on me again and, just like she’d done before many months ago, she was looking at me with slavelike devotion, my cock surrounded by the tight heat of her throat and she was swallowing.  The sensations were exquisite.  And then I exploded.

 

“Glungh…glaanng…glullpp.ulllpp,” sounded wetly from her mouth as my semen jetted uncontrollably into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.  Next to the delightful sensations her muscular vagina produced when she came this was the ultimate pleasure.

 

“Oh God Irene.  I hate you…or I should hate you.  You have to reach me what your brother taught you.  It’s incredibly sexy, seeing you take all of Joe’s cock into your mouth…and seeing and hearing you when he goes off.  Will you show me how?”

 

“Glanngh…Val…I’ll try…Oh God it made me hot doing that and knowing you were watching us.  Doesn’t it make you jealous?”

 

“Yeah…but it makes me horny too.  Now that’s enough…you’ve sucked him so dry he won’t have anything for me.”

 

I’d put a soft Cialis on the table by the bed and quickly I slipped it into my mouth.  Definitely I was going to need some artificial assistance this night.  And it worked.  I fucked Val in the conventional missionary posture and then, at Val’s urging, I fucked Irene as she knelt between Val’s legs and ate her.  Irene got the benefit of my second ejaculation into her delightfully spasming cunt but Val had attained a noisy orgasm from Irene’s mouth so it all seemed to work out OK.

 

It may get boring but for the moment I’m enjoying the loving attention of two very sexy women.

 

 

Dear Diary Sep 1 – We’re all depraved.  On my first night here we all went to bed together and made love to each other.  But I don’t feel guilty.  They sure seem to be a loving couple and I guess if a husband and wife want to share their bodies and emotions with someone else it should be OK.  I wonder how far they’ll go.  Will Joe let me fuck Val with that big dildo?  I hope so.  It makes me feel so powerful.  And maybe I can be the meat in a sex-sandwich with him on top, Val on the bottom and me in the middle…and he’ll fuck my ass while I fuck his wife’s cunt and we’ll all be happy.

 

Sorry, Diary.  I got carried away.  We’ll never do anything as decadent as what I just wrote.  But I’m going to take advantage of having my two best friends as my lovers for as long as I can.

G’night.

 

Dear Diary Sep 15 – I’ve been living here for more than a week but in some ways it seems like a lifetime.  I think I’m sort of a sex toy for both of them but really, they treat me good.  I go to work as usual and Joe treats me the same there as he always did.  Val always has dinner ready when we get home…and we don’t travel together because Joe doesn’t want it known that I’m living with them. 

 

It’s sort of like they’ve made a schedule for sex with me.  On Tuesday Val came down to my ‘room’ in the basement and on Thursday Joe came and on Saturday after they put the kids to bed we all ent ito their room with the big bed.  I guess it’s kind of kinky but I sure enjoy the sex.  Maybe not having to worry about getting pregnant helps but I guess I liked it lots even when pregnancy was a worry.

 

Val gets me to use the big strap-on with her but she has another one, sort of a normal size penis and she used it on me.  Not as good as the real thing but it never gets soft.  My only gripe is that I know that Joe has never fucked Val in the ass. I want to see her on her knees like that.  Maybe then she won’t be as haughty as she is now.  I told Joe when we made love (had sex, fucked, whatever) on Thursday that I wanted him to do it to her that way and I think he wants to too.  Maybe next Saturday?

G’night

Chapter 10



SignifEvent Journal Sep 200-

"Fuck her in the ass, Joe. You never have and she needs to get it that way." Val was in the shower and by the time Irene made this request (demand) last week my secretary was acting quite at home with us.

We sort of set up a schedule Tuesday night Val has her and on Thursday I have her and on Saturday it's the three of us and so far I call the shots... suck me, Irene dildo Val, Val dildo Irene or whatever obscene fantasy I chose. Anyway tonight when Irene asked me to fuck Val in the ass it was Saturday and I was calling the shots.

"She has gorgeous tits doesn't she Irene," I asked after Val joined us in bed and I fondled Val's heavy melons, "and a lovely ass." I rolled Val over on her back and went down between her willingly spread thighs. She was so wet there that I suspected she'd been giving herself a bit of extra pleasure with the pulsating showerhead and I got some confirmation of this when she orgasmed after less than a minute of clit-tonguing.

"Damn... you're a hot one tonight doll," and I slipped my hand under her bottom, using my finger to tease her anal pucker which was wet and slippery from the saliva and her juices that had dribbled down the crevice below her cuntmouth.

"Suck me Irene... I want to see those sexy lips wrapped around my cock," and obediently as usual my secretary knelt over me and began to service me. The look in her eyes though was one of disappointment because this was not what she'd hoped I'd be doing.

"Joe? Joe?" Val gasped when I pushed my finger through the circular muscle. "What are you doing?"

"Irene wants me to fuck your ass, darling. And I want to too."

"NO! I won't let you!"

"Aw... c'mon sweetie... haven't you done it before?"

"No... never. Don't want to."

I was aware that Irene had stopped sucking my cock and then she was beside us, her mouth covering Val's.

"But it was OK for me to fuck Irene in the ass?"

"That's not the same." She replied, her response muffled by Irene's mouth on hers.

"Why not? I said that in a stern tone that didn't invite further response and I rolled my wife over onto her belly. I'd never used that commanding tone of voice with her before and I was gratified by her docile acceptance of what I was doing.

I trembled in anticipation, propping myself up on my elbow to gaze hungrily down the length of my wife's prone body, my attention finally focusing on the forbidden dark crack of her defensively clenched ass-cheeks. My hand moved hesitantly to her thighs just below the clefts of her buttocks, and I began to stroke softly up between them, running my middle finger up the already lewdly moistened slit of her cunt to spread the flowing cuntal juices back over the forbidden little nether hole.

Val's body jerked with a soft spasm as my finger moved across the sensitive membrane, coming into sudden obscene contact with the tightly contracted little circle. Val's body seemed to respond spontaneously with a little undulating quiver, and a soft noise that could have been mistaken for a mewl of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. Then a wilder shudder passed through her body when I pressed harder. Her eyes opened wide and she raised her head, staring straight ahead at the mirrored wall of the bedroom as my finger slipped right down into the little hole, burrowing slowly forward into her rectum in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract her anus in resistance. It sank inward to the first knuckle, and then continued the lewd intrusion until it was buried all the way up in her helpless rectal flesh.

As a soft moan rose to my wife's lips as I flicked my thumb down into the moistly splayed flesh of her cunt and her buttocks resumed their sensuous undulation as I began to stroke up and down her tingling cunt-lips with my thumb, at the same time probing deep in her rectum with my middle finger. I saw fresh tears rush to Val's eyes, but at the same time she was unable to stop the soft gyrations of her hips squirming up and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the bed.

This was fabulous and I felt a rush of gratitude to Irene who had prompted the whole thing. And the way my wife was reacting, her submissive docility was giving me the sense of power that I'd felt with Irene but never before with Val. I didn't really understand why but maybe the idea of being fucked in the asshole was beginning to appeal to her. Even as she sobbed, little tremors of masochistic pleasure started to course out over every tingling inch of her goose-bumped flesh, and she gasped as I began to withdraw my finger, and in spite of the relief, the tight rubbery walls of her inner rectal flesh seemed to cling to it protestingly. Her body jerked from the sharp pop as my finger left her completely, then lurched forward as I rolled back on top of her and my finger was suddenly replaced by the blood-filled tip of my cock, prodding right up against the tightness of her helpless anal entrance.

"Yes Joe! Oh God yes! Fuck her in the asshole!" My secretary's lewd urging added to my lustful pleasure as I hauled Val up to a kneeling position and pushed into the hot, tight orifice.

"Aaaaaaagggghhhhh" Val moaned thrashing her head from side to side as I lunged ruthlessly forward, my cock-head pressing right against the tightly resisting little anal opening and beginning to worm itself slowly up inside. Despite the preparation of my fingers she felt tighter than Irene had the first time. Her rectal passage was excruciatingly tight and my cock burned from the friction as I penetrated her. Suddenly Val dropped face down onto the
bed, her buttocks still jerking in involuntary spasm from the shattering
violation of her most sensitive orifice. She was hopelessly impaled now.
Her body was pinned down to the mattress beneath me and she'd taken my surging rod of flesh to the hilt between her reluctantly upthrust ass-cheeks.

Then another cry rose to my wife's lips but it was a cry of defeat, not pain as I began to move. I was delighting in the lewd skewering of my wife's asshole and as I continued to drive smoothly into the rubbery tight rectal flesh, her cries of protest gradually began to change, becoming finally mewls of forbidden pleasure as I began to fuck even harder.

"God, you're tight," I gasped, grunting and groaning and laboring above her. "I'm not gonna be able to take much more. The friction is just too intense." In a sudden movement I slipped my hand in between Val's belly and the mattress, thrusting my finger up between her thighs to stroke in swift little movements right over the hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris, further increasing the confusing contrast of sensation for her. Val sobbed softly and then moaned even louder, suddenly rocking her buttocks back and pulling her knees up beneath her body, lifting us into the standard "dog fashion" position. The shift in position better exposed her anus so I could thrust my cock even deeper into the sensitive tightness, and at the same time made it easier for me to reach her clitoris and the pulsating slit of her moistened cunt.

I grunted even more excitedly from my wife's unexpected response, increasing the length of my own piercing lunges until I was unleashing the full fury of my lust with a series of mighty thrusts deep into her bowels. At the same time, I shoved my middle finger deep into the quivering softness of her cunt and increased the friction of my thumb's rapid stroking over her little twitching clitoral bud.

I could feel the cum begin to well up in my balls and I knew it wouldn't be long now until I lost all control. But my wife was really beginning to respond and I was determined to hold off as long as I possibly could.

Val's body was really coming to life now and her nakedly squirming body shuddered and she screwed her buttocks back hungrily against the surging shaft of flesh that invaded her, longing for more and more of the lewdly masochistic titillation.

Behind her, I groaned as he felt her anus contract even tighter around the lunging shaft of my cock. I knew I was humbling my wife but the obscene triumph of watching her wallow in subservient bliss before me, not to mention the sheer intensity of sensation, were more than I could stand. I reclined my weight heavily against my wife's upthrust buttocks, my cock buried to the hilt in the rubbery tightness of her rectum. I flexed, sending another wanton shiver coursing the length of her softly perspiring body.
She grunted as I flexed again, then turned her head to look back over her
shoulder, and the lust-contorted expression on her face was like nothing
I had ever seen in my life.

"Joe," she whimpered again. "I like it. I like it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me in the asshole." "Yes," Val groaned as I began to move again. "Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"

Again Val dropped her face down onto the pillow, her buttocks jerking and waving in complete submission as I felt my cock swelling even larger in her burning rectum as the cum surged in my balls and began its mad dash up the blood-stiffened rod.

Again my vanquished wife rocked backwards, taking the lust-inflamed hardness even deeper, screwing her buttocks in a passionate rotating motion. She knew she was going to cum any minute now, and she strained and fought desperately for her own release. She hovered on the brink for what seemed like an unbearable eternity; yet still it eluded her, and now I was
running out of time.

"Finger-fuck me harder," Val gasped in sheer desperation. "Fuck your middle finger harder into my pussy. Make me cum too."

As I slammed down on my wife's helplessly writhing body with an even mightier racking stroke, I slipped my middle finger eagerly into the softly parting lips of her already lewdly moistened flesh, worming it p into the unresisting softness until it was buried to the knuckle in her vagina. Wiggling it deep inside her, I began to finger-fuck swiftly in and out as I felt the last of my own control fading and the cum surged up hotly from my balls and began to splatter in thick squirting gushes deep up in the clasping tightness of her anal passage.

With a last grunt I sagged down tiredly on my wife's still trembling buttocks, feeling the little spasms continue to shake her body for several moments longer. Then my lust-spent penis began to deflate up in her cum-filled rectum and he withdrew softly and rolled over tiredly on my back.

"Cool," I heard Irene say softly. "That was cool. You liked it Val, didn't you? After he got into you?"

"Oohhh God Irene. I never dreamed... it was like my first cum."

I was exhausted and dozed off to be awakened by a warm, moist caress of my tender penis. Opening my eyes I saw Irene kneeling over me as she washed my tool with a wet washcloth.

"I need it Joe. I got so hot watching you do Val... can you fuck me?"

I wasn't sure but with the assistance of a pill I was soon erect again and for almost two hours I ploughed my pregnant secretary's talented twat and the increasingly muscular passage that my wife offered.

Dear Diary: Sep 21 — He did it! He fucked Val in the ass and it was great watching her being humbled like that. I guess I likely look the same (except that my tits don't jiggle) when he gets me on my knees and fucks me that way but I'm glad that he made her do it. I get tired easy so I won't write much but I feel satisfied... nastily so.

G'night

Dear Diary: Oct 1 — Pregnancy is making me lazy so I don't write as often. I'm starting to show... I have a little pot now... but otherwise things are the same. Val definitely liked getting it in her bottom but she's not happy about it. Last night after we'd pretended to be each other's guy (and that fake cock she shoves into me isn't half bad) she proposed a scheme to get even with Joe for making her do it that way, even if she liked it. I won't tell you about it until it happens (if it does) but since I was even madder about him doing it to me than she was about him with her I'm hoping it works out.

G'night

SignifEvent Journal Oct 200-

You've heard the old bromide, 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander'. Well I guess it's true and that means I can't be as angry as I wanted to be. It's kind of funny, really, considering one of the meanings of the word goose and taking into account that what the gander got this time he'd inflicted on the goose... or geese.

It was Saturday night and Val and I had imbibed heavily but Irene remains health conscious and didn't drink. Actually if she'd been drinking too I'd blame it all on us being drunk but she definitely wasn't drunk and she was more than a passive participant in what happened.

"Fuck her Joe... pretty soon she's going to be too big to lie on her back for it so do her first tonight."

We were all naked in our big bed and the expression on my secretary's face as Val told me to fuck her told me that she really wanted it. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs and then I slipped a pillow under her ass, raising her hips and tilting her pelvis to provide a great platform for copulation.

"Damn, she looks sexy Joe. When you're done with her then I'm going to have her." As Val murmured her lewd plan she snuggled close and began to caress my back and my bum. I felt her hand becoming more intimate, sliding between my buttocks and touching my anus. Both Val and Irene had got in the habit of doing this to me while I fucked them or they sucked me and I found it delightfully exciting. I felt a momentary discomfort as Val's finger penetrated my rectal passage and then she began finger-fucking my ass and setting the tempo for me to fuck Irene.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the reflection in the mirror of our tangled bodies but then Irene pulled my face down to hers and we were enmeshed mouth to mouth almost like we were joined cock to cunt. Irene was beginning to undulate beneath me, a signal that she was getting close to climax. She twined her strong legs with mine while my wife continued to tease my nether passage.

Irene broke off our kiss and looked toward the mirror just as I felt a pain in my rectum. Then there was a different feeling like Val had pushed more than one finger into me. I looked at the mirror then and cried out, "NO! MY GOD NO!" when I saw that my wife was wearing the pseudo cock she used to fuck Irene and she was pushing it up into me.

"How does it feel Joe? Now you know how we felt when you did this to us... right Irene?"

"Yeah... yeah... give it to him Val... shove it in all the way."

I was paralyzed but not with pain or fear. It was embarrassment. I was getting what Gay guys get and I sort of liked it. And then Val began fucking me and the friction gave me pleasure and when she shoved in deep I guess she bumped my prostate and that thrilled me too. I pushed down hard at my secretary and it's a wonder I didn't dislocate her thighs from her hips I got in so close. I felt like I'd pushed right past her cervix and just then her vaginal sheath began the fantastic, milking contractions of her orgasm.

"Yunh... yunh... yunh," I panted as I felt the heat in my loins and my throbbing tool began to pump my gism into the depths of Irene's writhing cunt. At the same time I felt my wife's big boobs mashed to my back, sliding back and forth as she reamed my rectal passage with the strap-on dildo. It seemed like the woman riding me was helping to pump my gism into Irene's receptive channel and I was emptying all of my vital juices into her.

"Do you like being the meat in a fuck sandwich? Do you feel like I violated you?"

"My God Val... I'm sorry... I never realized how you might feel."

"But you liked it didn't you? You liked it as much as any Gay."

"Uh... I guess so," I admitted reluctantly. In fact, except for the Gayness connotation I'd have been more effusive. I was totally conscious of my wife's womanly attributes as she remained on top of me but even at that moment the thought of having a male doing what she was doing repulsed me.

"I liked it guys," Irene chipped in. "God, Val, you drove him deeper into me than he's ever been. And it feels like he flooded me too."

We stayed locked in the fuck-sandwich position for about five minutes and then Val rolled off. She wanted something for herself and Irene supplied it after strapping on that mammoth dildo. My bottom clenched defensively as I thought of how that would have felt. Thankfully Val didn't want to hurt me, just humiliate me. And the gander had been totally goosed.

Dear Diary Oct 6 — I am totally depraved and so are Joe and Val. Val fucked Joe in the ass on Saturday night. While he was inside me, fucking me. And I could feel it every time Val fucked into him he drove harder into me. It was super. If I wasn't already pregnant he flooded me so much that I know I would be now.

Joe was embarrassed and he sort of half apologized to both of us for doing it to us that way. But I think his embarrassment was because he liked it. Like I did. And Val. Like I said, we're all depraved.

G'night

Dear Diary Nov 1 — I'm not a very good diarist am I? But there really hasn't been a lot to write. I've continued working although I know the guys are looking at me and wondering because I'm showing now. And they all know I'm living with Joe and Val so I bet they're having a great time speculating on what the score is. I doubt that they can guess. I overheard one of them saying on the phone that somebody knocked me up and Joe, as a good employer, was giving me a place to stay while I have the baby. Yeah, all true except that it doesn't tell the reason... or who did the knocking up.

They've been good to me and it's been fun teaching Val to deep throat and how to condition her vaginal muscles. By the time I'm too far along to fuck (when'll that be?) she'll be able to milk Joe the way he likes. Maybe he'll knock her up too, I hope.

I'm training my replacement. She's young and innocent like I was when I started here. (Probably a lot more innocent than I because I think she's still cherry.) She's cute and plump and she has boobs like Val's. I wonder if Joe will make a move on her. We'll have to make sure he's too worn out to try because she acts like she'd be and easy mark for his sophisticated moves. But I can't worry about that.

G'night

SignifEvent Journal Dec 200- Epilogue

We're three very lucky people... six if you count my and Val's kids and my and Irene's baby who will appear in April or thereabouts.

Irene has taught Val to deeepthroat and more importantly, she's taught her to control (and develop) the muscles that controlled her vagina. So I not only have two amazing cunts at my disposal but one of them has the big tits that I so appreciate.

I won't tell you any more details but our arrangement has worked and is still working four months after Irene moved in with us. Irene's vagina is as good a fit as when I first had her (and before Val used that impossibly huge strap-on dildo in it). And I seem to be satisfying their needs but I don't know for how long that will be the case. I think Val is looking for some variety and Irene is so easily led that she may follow her after her pregnancy ends.

"I've had lots of satisfaction at home but we did hire Irene's replacement last month so Irene had time to train her. Her replacement is a young, big-titted country girl who was a virgin... a real one, not a fake like Irene. She is not a virgin now and although her cunt lacks the muscular control of Irene's (and now, Val's) there is a special delight in the tightness that comes from inexperience. And there's nothing to compare with the ego-building satisfaction of being the first inside a girl's body. And no fake bloody sheet this time. Now my challenge is to juggle the satisfaction of Val and Irene with the pleasure of screwing my compliant and pneumatic young secretary. And keep it all a secret.

Who knows what will happen?