It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as valid today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more true today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modem society.
The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill -- going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, and drug addiction.
The fictional characters in SPREAD WIDE SECRETARIES are desperate people, like their real-life counterparts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize at the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
SPREAD WIDE SECRETARIES is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us -- and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"Suck! Oh, shit! Suck that cock, Norma, baby!"
The shouted words coming through the thin wall separating the two bedrooms awakened Peggy Fair with a start. Then she realized: Nick Boros, her roommate's current bed partner, had stayed the night. And they were already at it again this morning.
"Deep throat it, Norma!" came Nick's booming voice.
"Shhh, Nick," Norma hissed. "Peggy will hear you!"
"So what?" Nick chuckled. "She knows we ain't playin' chess in here. And, what the hell, maybe she'll get hot and want to join in!"
"You bastard," Peggy heard Norma moan. Then the succulent sound of a wet mouth going down over a hard cock arrested the rest of her mumbled words.
Peggy looked at her alarm clock. She groaned as she realized it was going to go off in another five minutes, anyway.
She pushed the covers back and stretched. She had slept in the nude and her body was a joy to behold. Her tits were firm and they reached towards the ceiling as her arms went over her head. Her nipples, still sleeping, nestled in the middle of their soft mounds. Her gaze swept down to the soft lines of her tits and belly to her blonde bush of pubic hair. The hair was matted and shiny. She had been too tired to shower after Bob had stormed out mad as hell the night before. His cum had dried on her cunt-lips and glued her pubic fur into a mat.
"Now take it, baby!" Nick's voice rasped through the wall. "Take all of ol' Nick's big cock!"
Jesus, Peggy thought, I wish Norma would abide by the rules and kick her lovers out before dawn.
But then Bob would have probably stayed over if he hadn't been so mad.
His angry words reverberated in Peggy's ears as she threw her long, shapely legs out of bed and headed for the shower: "Damn, Peggy, why won't you marry me?" he had said.
"Because I'm not ready yet, that's why. I haven't lived enough to be sure."
"Be sure? My God, we've practically been living together for three years!"
"I know, since I got out of secretarial school and went to work for Houston Cosmetics. That's the problem Bob... you're the only man I've ever been to bed with."
"So, what!"
How could she tell him that she felt like she was missing something? How could she let him know that she wanted some kind of a past before she decided on her future at the age of twenty-one?
Norma's door was open a crack. Peggy could hear the groans and wet slapping of fucking bodies. Her own body tensed and her pussy quivered at the sound as she put her eye to the crack.
She could see Nick's naked, taut ass bobbing up and down as he drove his cock into the split between Norma's spread legs. Peggy knelt down, trying to get a look at Nick's prick. Norma had told her it was huge, the biggest cock she'd ever had!
That was saying something, considering how many cocks Norma went through in a year!
But no matter how far she knelt, Peggy couldn't see his cock as it withdrew and plunged into her roommate.
"Oh, shit! You're good, Nick!" Norma shrieked, humping her cunt over his cock with a wet, slurping sound.
"It's the way you fuck, baby! You're... gonna... milk... milk me!"
"Oh, Nick, fuck me! Fuck me!" Norma dug her fingernails into his asscheeks and jerked him back and forth.
He slid one arm beneath the small of her back, to arch her toward him, and the other he slid under her neck. He pumped against her. His cock-shaft stroked the length of her cunt relentlessly. His mouth crushed against hers and she parted her lips, thrusting her tongue deep. She pulled her knees up and pressed her thighs inward against his surging sides, absorbing his thrusts over the entire inner sides of her thighs as he hammered at her.
"Oh, God, you're huge! Your cock is beautiful!"
"Hump, baby, hump! Fuck my cock over!"
"Now, now, now! I... I'm... ohhhh!" Norma wailed in the passion of her climax. Their lips crushed together.
"God, woman! You are fantastic!"
"I love your prick, Nick! I love it! Shove it into me hard, lover... harder! Give it all to me!"
He lunged at her and her entire body shook with ecstasy as the head of his prick hit the very bottom of her cunt. Her hips writhed with sexual joy and he aided their circular motion with his strong hands, lifting and pulling her pussy over his driving pole of cock-meat.
Back and forth, he rhythmically drove the pulsing fullness of his hard cock into her lush, sopping cunt.
Her asscheeks were a blur of motion as Norma twisted and then slammed them upward to fill her cunt with his cock and balls. Sweat was running down across the thick globes of her tits.
Jesus, Peggy thought, fingering her own naked pussy, he really can throw a cock! Idly, she wondered what he would do if she did just pop in and join them some time!
She knew Norma wouldn't mind. The last time she and Bob had broken up for two weeks, Norma had offered to share her then current boyfriend. Peggy had been tempted. It would have served Bob right, and she would have had a new experience.
She needed a new experience!
The couple on the bed wrenched through a come and kept right on fucking. Peggy shivered and padded on down the hall to the bathroom and into the shower.
The spray sprung her into the world of the living. She carefully soaped part of her body. She paid extra attention to her pussy, ass, and tits. She lathered these parts lavishly and gently played with them. She delicately placed one slim, soapy finger up against her asshole, and slowly pushed it in and around the little opening. She closed her eyes as flashes of pleasure began to bathe her cunt. Reluctantly, she withdrew her finger and began to play with her clit. The lubrication provided by the suds heightened the sensations -- and the glow in her body grew stronger.
She pushed her arms together so that they gripped her full tits in a vise of flesh. Her nipples woke up from the excitement and began to pucker out. The hot water felt good pelting down over her, and she ventured with the finger into her cunt to deeper explorations. As if in answer to an unspoken call, a second finger joined the first in her cunt. Peggy closed her eyes tightly as she increased the movement on her pussy.
Oh, if only I had a cock in my pussy, instead of my dumb fingers! her mind yearned.
She thought of her handsome young boss: Henderson Cummings. She had been his secretary for a year now. And ever since the day she had moved into that envied position from the steno pool, he'd made every effort to get her out of the office for one of his famous "long lunches".
Several times Peggy had almost gone. But then she had thought of Bob and Henderson's cute young pregnant wife, and had changed her mind.
"It ain't smart, honey," Norma had told her, "to screw your boss... married or single. In fact, do all your screwin' outside the office. Look at me... I'm the horniest woman I know. But in five years with Houston Cosmetics I've yet to ball anybody from the office!"
So Peggy and Norma became the office virgins during working hours.
But, damn, Peggy thought, the office is the only place I meet any men! If I don't fuck any of them, how the hell can I have an adventure?
Her finger-fucking continued and her breathing became deeper. She began to sweat despite the water pouring over her.
At last, the lights began to dance on her inner eyelids and, she could feel her legs wavering. A tidal wave rolled over her and she slumped. She would have fallen if she hadn't reached out to grab the soap dish. She rocked back and forth for a minute, and then, regaining her composure, began to finish her shower.
"Now that's a shitty way to start the day!" she hissed to herself.
Leaving the shower stall, she dried herself and began to apply oils and powders to her body. Light touches in many places, but heavy concentrations on her tits, her ass, and in and around her pussy.
Who knows? she thought. It's Christmas Eve. This afternoon is the yearly office orgy. Maybe this time I'll let my hair down. Might as well smell good in all the right places -- just in case!
Still naked, she applied lipstick and powder to her face. She posed in front of the mirror and touched up some spots until she was satisfied that she looked just right.
She rummaged through the closet to pick out her outfit for the day. She chose a one piece dress with a plunging neckline and a slit skirt.
"Not exactly traditional office wear," she giggled, "but it should be a knockout for the party!"
Reaching for her lipstick again, she applied a heavy dab of scarlet color to each nipple. The result was that each tit looked like a mound of white snow with bright fire at the tip. She slipped into a lace bra and jiggled until her tits nestled into the soft cups and the tips poked out into the material.
She was just slipping her head through the dress when there was a loud whistle from her bedroom doorway. Peggy whirled.
Nick Boros was standing there, stark naked. Peggy felt a tingle in her pussy when she saw the man's cock. It was limp between his legs, but it was so thick and hung so low, even in its flaccid state, that it made her gasp as she thought of how it would rip open a small cunt like hers!
"What the fuck do you want, Nick?"
"Nothin'... just lookin'."
He didn't get a chance to say anything else.
"Get out of here, animal!" Norma yelled, and pushed him down the hall. "Sorry, Peggy, the bastard never gets enough."
Peggy grinned. "I can see. Better get moving... we're late."
Peggy's eyes enveloped her roommate's classic, big-titted, naked body. Jesus, she reeks with sex, Peggy thought. With each tiring orgy, she seems to grow more energetic, more lovely. Norma's skin glowed, as though she'd drained Nick of sexual vitality and stored it in her own bloodstream and glands!
"Yeah, I'll grab a quick shower and be right with you," Norma said, and moved her big boned body down the hall to join Nick in the bathroom.
He was waiting for her.
"God, you are an animal, Nick!"
"Yeah, I know," he grinned, slapping her naked thigh with his hose-like cock. "So are you. That's why we dig each other."
Norma turned on the spray and pulled him in the shower with her, handing him the soap. She shivered with delight as he lathered her heavy tits, pinching her swollen nipples. He knelt to lather her stomach and tangle of cunt hair, lingering on her full, satiny thighs.
His own desire surged at the contact of her wet skin, and when he rose, his cock was throbbing impatiently. Norma soaped him down in turn, toying with his big cock, fucking kisses on its head until he was completely aroused -- his cock once again rock-hard and pulsing.
"Jesus, you are insatiable!" she moaned into his neck as he lifted her by the armpits.
She stood on her toes and grasped his prick to guide him in. She bit her lips as he probed her moist lower cunt-lips, teasing her clit for a minute with his swollen cock-tip before he lurched forward with a loud gasp. A hot thrill pierced her as she locked her cunt on him savagely.
God, he does have one hell of a cock, Norma thought. I'm going to miss it.
Nick jabbed her hard and the big girl lurched with pain.
"Hurt, baby?"
"No, no," she moaned. "I love it this way. It hurts -- but it feels oh so good!"
He penetrated at an angle, pressing hard on her cunt-walls. For a minute she barely moved, moaning and squirming her tits to his chest, snaking her tongue in his mouth while her hands squeezed his asscheeks.
Then she began jerking her hips in tiny spasms so he wouldn't slip out, groaning and slithering her tongue in his ear, writhing her soft, slippery belly against his, digging her hot tits hard into his chest. He'd had her in the shower before, but there was something especially exciting about the way she had fucked him that morning in bed, and the way she was fucking him now in the shower, that was driving him crazy.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Hump! Hump of Nick's hard cock!"
The wet pressure of her luscious body, the way she quivered her hips in short, sharp jerks like an animal in heat, the way she vented her passion -- clawing his ass with her nails, biting him on the lips and shoulders -- intensified his passion.
She threw back her head and let out a soft scream as her hips twitched convulsively. At the moment he felt his climax explode with shattering force, she gasped, "My ass... my ass!"
He remembered, and quickly probed her asscheeks. Two of his fingers had barely entered her asshole when she exploded into orgasm.
"I didn't get mine all the way, baby," Nick gasped. "Bring it off with your head!"
Not wanting to argue, Norma dropped quickly to her knees and took all his swollen cock into her warm, wet mouth. Deftly, she licked his cock-shaft and tongued the head. She could feel his prick swelling under her ministrations.
"Owww, yeah, baby," Nick chortled. "Good fucking head! Suck me off!"
Drops of cum were beginning to form on his angry cock-head as the reservoir in his balls got ready for the eruption that would send cum cascading into her mouth and throat. As each drop appeared, Norma would flick her tongue and gather it up to be swallowed hungrily. She loved to suck, and especially loved the taste of male cum!
Nick began to squirm and his hips were bouncing up and down. One particularly long suck, combined with a nip at the head with her teeth, pushed him over the brink.
His prick exploded in a gusher of white cum. Gob after gob of the hot liquid shot into Norma's mouth and throat. Eagerly she swallowed every drop, and licked her lips to make sure that not one drop escaped.
Finally his cock was drained dry. While they were drying each other, Norma decided that this was the time to tell him the news.
"Nick, I fucked up."
"How's that, baby?"
"My doctor took me off the pill two months ago."
"So?"
"So, I'm knocked up higher than a kite."
"Jeez Christ!" Nick exploded. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck!" Then he turned on her. "How do I know it's mine?"
"You don't, you asshole," Norma replied. "I don't even know whose it is. And I don't give a shit. But I know it's mine... and I'm gonna keep it."
"Shit, baby, I ain't the marryin' kind."
"Nick, shut the fuck up!" He clamped his jaw shut. "I wouldn't marry you if you had three cocks! But I am going husband hunting. So when you leave this morning, take all your clothes with you. You won't be coming back!"
And to herself, Norma said: Look out, Dennis Watson, here I come!
Dennis Watson watched his secretary, Norma Caldwell, and her roommate move through the door of their apartment house and head for his car.
Dennis, forty and unhappily married to his second wife, had a good eye for a woman. He liked the way Norma walked, tall in her high heels yet with no trace of arrogance. Her dark business suit with the ruffled white blouse and secretary's black tie fitted her body perfectly, yet she didn't seem conscious of it. The skirt, he noticed, covered the broadest yet best looking ass in the office.
Why hadn't he ever tried to fuck Norma? Silly question. Because she wasn't putting out.
The rear seat already held three members of their car pool. He always made sure that the front seat was empty by the time they reached Norma's. He liked to have the tall redhead close to him at least once a day.
"Good morning," Norma said to the car in general. "And Merry Christmas!"
There was a chorus of grumpy good mornings, and Norma slid into the front seat. She slid over until her taut thigh was against his.
Damn, Dennis thought, what a fuck she would be if she ever did decide to put out!
Traffic was sparse and they pulled into the Houston Cosmetics lot with five minutes to spare. Dennis was surprised when Norma lagged behind the others before entering the building.
Small talk amounted to the usual bullshit, until they reached the lobby. Then something told Dennis to try one last time. It was probably the crap he'd gone through that morning with his wife before leaving the house.
"Look, Norma, it's Christmas Eve. How about lunch with the boss today for a change?"
"Swell, Mr. Watson. The lobby at one?"
Dennis couldn't believe it. His whole day brightened.
"Clint, please!" moaned Candy Ferris. "How the hell do you get the gall to follow me into the women's john!"
"'Cause I wanna ball you, Candy," Clint grinned.
"I'm not that kind of girl!"
God, he thought, pushing her bra up to let her huge tits pop free. You dumb cunt. You've fucked the whole office -- except me!
It was true. Candy Ferris was known as the office punch board. But Clint hadn't had her yet. He was on the road most of the time, and wouldn't have been in this week except for the office Christmas party.
"C'mon, Candy... that's why I asked you to come in early this morning. We could do it before anyone else got into the office!"
"But I thought you wanted those reports done."
"That, too. But I want you worse!" His finger was under her panties and he knew she was weakening as he rubbed her wet, hard clit.
"I just don't do things like this in the office, Clint," the girl whined, spreading her legs a little and letting two of his fingers slide up in her. "Much less in the ladies' john!"
Bullshit, Clint thought, you've fucked on nearly every damn desk in the office and given a blow-job behind every filing cabinet!
Candy moved away, toward the wall of the stall, until she could lean against the toilet seat and let her cunt rock on his fingers.
She was ready.
God, he thought, all that body and beauty... and not ten cents worth of brains.
Her figure was voluptuous, svelte, gracefully flowing. Her hands played over her own body, caressing her big tits, cupping them, squeezing them until the nipples grew and hardened. Then her hands moved downward to her waist, teasing, stroking, and farther down to join his hands at her cunt. She stroked her own cunt-mound as her hips ground back and forth in the movement of fucking. Her massaging fingers worked her skirt up and up, to reveal more and more of her beautiful legs and thighs.
"C'mon, Candy, baby," Clint pleaded. "You know how much I've been wantin' you..."
"We'll... let's do it fast then!" she replied, suddenly flinging the skirt from her body. Her huge tits swayed beneath a gauzy layer of cloth. Her movements were wild now, her pelvis working faster and faster in the fucking motion.
The blouse she wore had a thin row of buttons down the front. Clint had yanked it open and ripped upward on her bra. He swayed forward, his fingers shaking like a steamy adolescent's as he worked her nipples.
Suddenly, all the buttons were undone and her blouse fell off. Her tits pushed upward in two great, white globes. In comparison to the rest of her body, they were so large as to seem almost grotesque!
Clint dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles. He hobbled around until he could flop his ass down on the stool.
"Sit on it, baby!" he rasped.
Candy's cunt came down over his cock like a buttery globe, and Clint immediately saw and felt why she was the most popular pussy in the office.
In less than five thrusts, Candy was on the edge of an orgasm. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. She didn't want to come, not yet.
"God, you comin' already?" Clint gasped. "Yeah, but I'm tryin' to make it last," she moaned.
She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot, all-consuming vibrations that were beginning to reverberate like a bell deep in the pit of her stomach.
Clint felt the change in her body, felt the sudden heating up of her wetly clasping cunt, and knew she was rapidly approaching a climax. The knowledge made his own excitement build quickly to a fever pitch. He wanted to come with her at the same tine.
Quickening the rhythm of his pistoning thrusts, grinding deep and hard, boring persistently into tier pussy, he gave her every inch of cock he had.
"Ohhh, you got a nice cock, Clint. Too bad you're on the road all the time!" Candy squealed.
There was nothing left except that exquisite pressure building up in her pussy. She was only vaguely aware of his lips clamping hotly on her right tit, of the feel of his heavily swaying cock hammering at her cunt, of his hands roaming across her belly to add additional thrills to her erect little clit.
She punched her writhing hips down, seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside her broke.
His hotly throbbing cock was a huge battering ram slamming into her, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle all over. Then, gradually, the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was flooding down on her.
"Ohhhhh, Jesussss... I'mmmmm thereee!"
She jerked down once with superhuman strength, then slumped, wantonly convulsing on his lap. Her frantically quivering legs beat against his and her breath came in hoarse, rasping gasps as the violent seizure rocked and racked her ripe young body.
She felt at that moment that she was one gigantic cunt... coming, coming... that every part of her was part of it -- and loving it? Even through the haze of her bliss, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautifully pulsating cock that had carried her to this peak of ecstasy was pumping hot, thick spurts of cum far up into her quivering belly. His hot juice mingled with hers and they formed a pool that shimmered and shone in the volcano of her cunt.
Oh, damn, Candy thought, I hope Mr. Houston doesn't call me in for one of his morning "conferences" and want to eat my pussy on top of his desk. The President of the company would be mad as hell if he found all Clint Jones' cum in her cunt!
Chapter Two
Not a great deal was accomplished throughout the morning because of the impending party that afternoon. Past Christmas bashes at Houston Cosmetics had always been wild. This year's party promised to be even wilder because the advertising agency people were going to attend. They usually had their own party. But this yew, because they were launching a new campaign with a new "Houston Girl" -- Gloria Huntley -- it had been decided to have a joint celebration.
Mound ten o'clock, Henderson Cummings called Peggy in to dictate some letters. She used the occasion to sit in such a way that the slit in the side of her dress went all the way to her panties when she sat down.
Henderson didn't miss it, and commented on it when she brought the letters back to be signed at eleven.
"Maybe I'm a changed woman," Peggy grinned, standing beside his desk as he signed the letters.
"It must have happened overnight," Henderson said. "As I remember, I asked you out for a drink after work last night and you reminded me that you didn't fraternize around the office."
"It did happen overnight... and this morning. I decided to start doing some living!" As if to prove my point, Peggy moved forward to where his elbow jutted from the side of the desk. She didn't stop until her crotch was just over his elbow. Then she squatted until her cunt was pressed against him, and started rubbing.
"Well, I'll be damned."
"You'll be fucked if you lock the door, Henderson."
He did and moved back to her. "You sure you know what you're doing?"
"I'm sure. Are you still of the opinion that your secretary should be your office wife?"
"That I am," Henderson said, moving the rising bulge in the front of his groin into her crotch.
Peggy flung herself at him and writhed her hot, trembling body in an eager embrace snaking her tongue into his mouth, low moans of desire coming from her throat. She felt his prick throb in response. He cupped her soft asscheeks and squeezed, excitement hammering in his chest.
"You've not, only changed," he groaned, "you've turned into a fucking little hellcat!"
"No... just a very curious woman."
She stepped back and began to undress in a slow, sensuous strip. She did it with all the nonchalant poise of a professional, her fingers slowly unzipping her dress as her lushly curved body swayed in time to imaginary music. Her wet lips parted and her eyes glittered with passion. She slipped off the dress and tossed it aside, thrusting her belly out and undulating her hips.
Henderson's excitement soared wildly. In bra and panties, Peggy was the ripe, sensual embodiment or pure sex! Her satiny tits spilled out over the top of her bra, soft and creamy. Beneath her tiny waist, her round hips flared out, sloping down to her velvety thighs and legs.
She continued to sway and jerk as she took off her bra. She cupped her high tits in her hands, bunching them together, stroking her own bronze-colored nipples. She flexed one lovely leg and placed her toes on the edge of a chair. She slid her hose off by degrees, caressing her own silken flesh as she went.
Henderson couldn't believe what he was seeing. In the seven years he had been with Houston Cosmetics, he'd had five "office wives". Only Peggy Fair had ever refused his advances. Now Peggy was, at last, going to swing!
His wife, Viola, would be delighted. Only this morning over coffee, she had said, "Damn, Henderson, I wish you'd fire that Fair girl and get a secretary who will fuck you. You're wearing me out!"
"Well?" Peggy said, jerking his attention back to her perfect body.
"You... you're beautiful," he choked.
Peggy threw back her head and laughed. "You gonna fuck me with all your clothes on? C'mon, let me see what you've got!"
Henderson stripped, his eyes fixed on her lush body.
The moment she saw his cock, she made a hissing sound and her eyes widened. "Oh, yes," she murmured, hugging herself and shivering. "Yes, yes. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. Just stand there a minute."
Her eyes riveted to his rigid cock-shaft. She inched her panties down, weaving to within a few inches of his throbbing cock, bumping and grinding and brushing her thick pubic bush against his cock-tip in a teasing ritual.
Her control suddenly burst when her panties were only half-way down her thighs. She grasped his prick tightly in her hands. She stroked him furiously for a minute, shuddering with pleasure, then dropped to her knees and took him in her wet mouth, stinging him with sharp thrills.
Just as quickly, she released him and tore off her panties. She lay on the sofa and parted her thighs wide, already jerking her hips and moaning with frenzied excitement -- her lush tits heaving, her moist cuntal lips beckoning.
His lust nearly bursting from his balls, Henderson covered her body with his, kissing her, his hand stroking the hot flesh of her belly, then sliding down to probe her trembling thighs.
"No time," Peggy gasped, tearing her mouth away. "Just do it the first time, fast and hard. I'm so worked up I could scream. Come on, come on, come on!" she chanted, sinking her nails in his flanks and nudging him on top.
"Damn," Henderson growled. "I've undressed you a thousand times in my mind, and you look better than I ever dreamed! What a pair of tits!"
As if to accent his remark, he bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked bug and hard on her already distended tit bud.
"Ahhh, shit! Oh, God! You've got me so hot!"
"That's what I want to do."
"I don't need foreplay... I need cock!" Peggy wailed.
Henderson placed the head of his cock at the opening of her cunt and started to push. Even though she was wet, she was tight! He had to push to get anywhere inside her pussy. Her cunt-lips were swollen, but the hole, the actual opening, was not very large. He strained and moaned with pleasure as her clasping cunt-lips pressed against his cock-head. Reaching down, he used his fingers to spread her pussy-lips a little bit more.
"Come on, honey, let me get my prick into that wet, hungry cunt of yours. Its hungry for the sweet cream I've got for it."
"I'm small and you're so big," Peggy hissed between clenched teeth. "But it's good... it's fucking good! Give it to me... gimme it all!"
To help, she arched her back and thrust upward onto his hard cock which was just inside her cunt-lips. She reached around in back, over his ass, and stroked his balls. She used her other hand to push downward on his ass to force him into her. She was hot for his cock. She had to have it right then. All of it, not just the tip!
Henderson responded to the stroking of his balls by moaning and then giving another animal growl deep in his throat. He banged his cock as deeply into her tight cunt as he could. Over and over again, he pushed his cock into the tight opening, burying himself a little deeper each time he thrust. It was exquisite torture!
Finally, with one frantic hinge, he sunk his cock to the balls into her pussy. His balls slammed against her ass, and Peggy moaned with delight and scratched at his back.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes! That's it, I've got all of you, all your big beautiful cock in my pussy! Now fuck me, Henderson. Fuck the shit out of me!"
They rocked together like two animals in heat, insane to get off. His stiff prick drove relentlessly deep up into her hungry, tight, wet cunt.
Peggy pushed hard on his ass. She wanted to push every bit of him into her. She wanted to push his balls inside, too, if she could. His cock was driving her wild and she loved it!
Henderson slammed his hips against her furiously. He couldn't believe the shivers of sheer pleasure shooting through his prick as he sawed back and forth into her tight cunt-hole. She was wringing the juice out of him. He wanted to fill her full of all the cock-cream he had!
The thought drove him into deeper and wilder thrusts. Before he realized what was happening, he felt the lovely young woman under him growl and jerk her hips faster and faster. Shit, she was coming all over his cock.
"That's it, baby! Come!" he cried. "Give my cock a bath with your hot pussy juice!"
His cock was bigger than Bob's, longer and fatter. Now Peggy knew that she'd made the right decision to fuck other men besides Bob. She knew she was right in wanting to experiment before settling down and saddling herself with a husband and kids.
"Oh, fuck harder!" she shrieked. "I'm coming! Coming again!"
He rolled her over until, she was on top of him, guiding the action, fucking off her own orgasm.
Peggy dropped her cunt back over his hard cock like a hot glove, and started humping wildly.
"Yeah, baby! Oh yeah... ride me!"
Staring up at her above him, Henderson saw the two straining mounds of her tits hanging down like great golden melons, and her hair swaying sensually back and forth across his chest as she wove her head from side to side. Her ass was moving in tight, growing little circles -- circles that gradually became wider and wider as she slowly and deliciously slid her cunt down the long, throbbing length of his fleshy cock-staff.
She had worked about half of his hotly jerking prick back up into her when she finally could stand the waiting no longer. With a loud groan of ecstasy, she simply let go and permitted her excited pussy to slide wetly down his cock all the way until her cuntal lips were nibbling hungrily against the dark, curling pubic hairs surrounding his balls. She was filled completely!
Whimpering, she could feel all of the ridged veins on his wonderful cock throughout her sensitive cunt. She squeezed down with her muscles, and delighted in Henderson's loud cry of approval. Then, straining heavily, she pulled upward with her muscles, milking every inch of his throbbing cock-shaft.
"Oh, baby, you're good!" he panted. "Put your knees right up under my armpits!"
Peggy found that the new position enabled her to slide her cunt more easily up and down the hot, pulsating length of his lust-hardened cock. She soon established a natural rhythm that gradually increased in tempo until she was bucking crazily on top of him.
Working frantically now, the rich creamy fullness of her ass rotated insanely above him while her heavily straining tits lunged and danced.
"Oh, shit, it's good!" Peggy moaned. "Your fill me so full!"
She dug her hands into his arms in order to get better leverage and ride his stabbing cock without losing her balance.
She growled like an animal, a bitch in heat, as she felt a come boil in her pussy. She shrieked in pleasure as she ground her splayed pussy straight onto his cook and felt it stab into the heated depths of her churning body -- ramming a deliciously surging thrill to her raw nerve ends and setting her cunt on fire!
As she gushed her cum juices over his belly, Henderson, too, started to climax.
The whole length of his straining body arching behind the effort he lifted from the sofa as he drove his spike-like cock deep into her hot cunt.
Peggy screamed as she felt his prick tear even farther up her cunt-channel and start another climax boiling. Suddenly, she felt his balls tremble. It was happening... the entire load of his cum streamed out in great hosings, shooting in hot streams from his balls into her aching, bucking body!
She felt the bursts of white hot jism pouring into her cunt. Her tightly constricted belly filled with one scaring sensation that seemed too immense for her brain to register. She was bursting with the lust she had contained too long!
But the joy lasted only as long as the climax. When it was overt she was ashamed, embarrassed, guilty.
She rolled, panting, from his body, and lay with her eyes closed.
God, you're a cunt, she told herself. Nothing but a cunt!
She felt totally disgusted. And he didn't help any.
"Jesus, you are one passionate pussy," he moaned.
"I don't think we should have done this," Peggy said softly.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes. But what if your wife finds out?"
Henderson roared with laughter. "Shit, I'll tell her! My wife will be thankful that I'm getting a little at the office so she won't have to fuck me four times a night!"
"Oh, God," Peggy groaned, and reached for her dress. "I've got to get back to work."
"Oh, no, you don't!" Henderson growled and grabbed her. His hands went around her sides and cupped the full mounds of her tits. His fingers moved roughly as he kissed her neck. He pressed his sweating body against her firm asscheeks and felt the blood pour again into his cock.
"Henderson, please. Not now!" Peggy pleaded. "I... I've got to get my head back on straight."
"Oh, no, baby," he hissed. "Once with you isn't enough!"
And it wasn't enough for her, either. She knew it. Her cunt was boiling!
Her body turned in his loose grip and his lips fell on hers. She was whimpering as he grabbed and caressed her cunt. Her tongue moved between his teeth and began to search inside his mouth. Their bodies moved urgently against each other.
Peggy fought it, and tried to pull away. "Let me go, please!"
"No way!" Henderson said, pushing her down to the floor and parting her knees.
"I won't move, you bastard!"
"The hell you won't," he hissed.
A deep groan escaped from her lips as his body wedged between her thighs. Suddenly she didn't care... she wanted him! Her legs spread wide and her arms reached out for him.
His big cock slid into her cunt like a greased pole, and her ass lifted off the floor to greet him. He reached beneath her and cupped her full, fleshy asscheeks. The fucking began. His lips settled on a swollen nipple, and he began to lave it as he pistoned his prick into her gushing cunt.
"Oh, baby, good... good!" he cried. "We fuck so good, you and I!"
"Hurry up and come, damnit!" Peggy hissed, trying with every muscle in her body to stop her hips from arching her cunt up to meet his thrusts. She couldn't!
"Stop fighting it, baby... you know you're lovin' it! Stop fighting it, and fuck me, back!"
"All right, you bastard... hang on!"
She tightened her thighs and wound her legs tightly around his hips. She lowered her hips and ass until his cock was barely inside her cunt. Then she drove, her hips upward like a pile driver, impaling her curt on his prick.
He responded, tightening his ass and ramming his cock-meat in and out of her sopping cunt-hole. He kneaded her tits as though he were trying to tear them from her chest.
Peggy's head flew from side to side, her hair flying against his head and shoulders. A scream erupted in her throat. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. Her hips came alive as her curt pounded over his thrusting cock.
"Oh, God! You're good, baby," he groaned, feeling his balls slapping against her ass.
Peggy came again, the joy of her climax shaking her body to the very marrow of her bones. And still she didn't stop. Her brain was on fire with the heat of his big prick inside her pussy. She went faster, pounding his cock even harder, trying to urge him to match her rhythm.
She rolled over and straddled him. Up, down, up, down went her ass, pounding him into the carpet.
Her mind continued screaming at her. Fuck! Suck! Cock! Cunt! Sex! Cum! Take it! Rip it right out of him!
Sweat and cunt juice flowed from her body, soaking both of them, as again she had an orgasm. This time he matched her, his cock swelling, the head throbbing with a heat that seemed to sear the inner walls of her pussy.
His come heightened hers as she felt the quaking spurts of liquid bathe her cunt, battering it.
She lay back, his prick like a hard bone ramming up against her belly. Slowly, his cock diminished and slipped out of her pussy. In its wake, streams of juice mixed with his cum dripped from her gaping cunt-hole. She felt his cum with her fingers and spread the gooey mixture over the insides of her thighs.
Abruptly, Henderson stood up. "We'll tear off another one this afternoon during the party," he said, pulling on his shorts.
Jesus, maybe Bob isn't so bad after all Peggy thought. At least he thanks me after he fucks me!
But a strange cock had felt wonderful in her pussy. Down deep, Peggy knew that when her boss wanted to ball her again, she would spread in seconds.
Norma had agreed that it wouldn't look good for her and her boss, Dennis Watson, to be seen leaving the office together, even for lunch. They agreed to meet in the lobby at noon.
She was looking at women's fashions in a lobby show window while she waited for him. When Norma saw him, she went over and rested gloved fingers on his arm for a moment before taking it and turning with him. She didn't ask where they were going.
Dennis liked that. All his wives had always wanted to know exactly where they were going and what they were going to do. It took the mystery out of everything.
He walked her three blocks, enjoying the lightness of her hand on his arm. They sopped at a place that looked like a hole-in-the-wall outside. It opened into a cozy, dark rathskeller-type cafe.
"How nice!" Norma released his arm. She looked like a pleased kid. "I've never been here before."
When their order was in, Dennis leaned across the table and took her hand. "Mind telling me why you turned me down for lunch about a hundred times and then accepted today, Norma?"
"Put it down to Christmas," she smiled.
When lunch was over, they still had a quarter of an hour to relax and chat before going back to work. Over coffee, he found out a few more things about her. She had been married once and it didn't take. From what he could learn, her husband was a lush who chased every cunt he saw. She was reticent about condemning him, but the inference was plain when she said, "He seemed to want everyone except me."
She had lived with Peggy Fair since the divorce, and hated it. She also confessed to liking Dennis as a boss, but disliked working at Houston Cosmetics. She, in fact, disliked working at all. She thought she would prefer being a mother and a homemaker.
God, Dennis thought, when was the last time he had heard a woman say that?
Idly, he wondered what it would be like to take this big, beautiful amazon to bed. Then he wondered what it would be like to have her in his bed every night -- instead of his shrewish wife!
Norma knew he was married. She had accepted his invitation with an easy camaraderie in which personal status seemed to have no part. For the moment, it was enough to be with him and listen to him talk.
She took his arm again as they walked back to the building. It was all he could do to keep from pressing her warm hand against him as they dodged other pedestrians and waited on the corner for the light to change.
Then they were in front of their building. But Norma made no move to enter.
"Dennis, have you ever been in that hotel across the street?"
"Why, no... I haven't."
She turned and moved against him until her monumental breasts were touching his chest.
"Would you like to take a very long lunch hour, Dennis?"
Peggy stumbled from Henderson Cummings' office and made her way to the ladies' half of the employee's lounge.
Whew, she thought, talk about getting fucked!
She douched her pussy over a sink and then dried it painfully with paper towels. She was just pulling on her panties when she heard the click of the door lock behind her. She whirled.
"Clint, what are you doing in here?"
"I think I'm gonna start the office party early." He unzipped his fly and pulled his half-hard prick from his pants.
"What the hell..."
"I heard you ballin' your boss through his office door, Peggy. I also heard what you told him about reaching out to expand your experiences."
His cock was thickening, lengthening. Peggy couldn't take ha eyes from it as he dropped his pants and shorts.
"Jesus, Clint, are you crazy? Not right here in the office rest room!"
"Why not?" he grinned. "I hung the 'Closed for Cleaning' sign on the door. Besides, it's lunch hour... the whole office is damn near empty."
He was directly in front of her now, with his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her down until her knees touched the floor.
"I can come three times on one hard-on, Peggy. That'll expand your experiences!"
That did it. Peggy moved her hand hypnotically to his cock, thrilling at the touch of it. It was rock-hard, throbbing with life. She gripped it hard, trying to squeeze her hand around its thickness. She rubbed back and forth, staring at his satin cock-head.
She had no reservations about what was going to happen. She wanted it as much as he did. Her heart beat fast, threatening to burst through her chest. She was going to taste the hot hardness of this juicy cock.
She bent eagerly, placed her mouth against the tip of his cock-head, and inhaled deeply to absorb his male smell. Then she opened her mouth and leaned still closer, drawing his spongy cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over its hot, soft surface.
Clint let out a groan and his hands clutched at her shoulders. She could see his thighs quivering. His balls drew tight as she worked carefully forward on the thick shaft of his big cock.
She could smell something familiar when her nose ground into his pubic hair. Then she recognized it -- pussy juice! Clint Jones -- super salesman, super office-stud -- had already fucked one of the girls in the office that day!
Wow, what had she been missing in this office!
"Owwww, yeah... like that, Peggy. Suck it good! I been dreamin' about those lips of yours around my cock ever since you came to work here!"
His voice was heavy with lust, his hands heavy on her shoulders. And his cock was heavy and deliciously sweet in her mouth!
Peggy sucked and pulled back, quickly getting the rhythm of passion. She wanted to touch him. She reached out and stroked his trembling thighs, his twitching balls, his lurching stomach.
She sucked and he humped steadily deeper into her grasping, gasping mouth, his thrusts growing constantly more agitated, more insistent.
"I'm close, baby... you wanna drink it? Or do you want me to pull out?" His voice was as unsteady as his balance.
Peggy heard his words but paid no attention. She was lost in the glory of his cock, and thought of nothing but the mouth-filling, sensation-satisfying hardness that battered inside her head.
"Oh, baby! I'm gonna shoot in your mouth if you don't back off! You want it?"
It was too late for him to ask -- or for her to answer or object. While he was still speaking, Peggy tasted the first scalding burst of jism gush from the tiny hole at the tip of his big cock-head. His hands slid from her shoulders to the sides of her head. He held her tightly in place as he shot his juice, spurt after spurt of thick, throat-coating syrup that was difficult to swallow -- but deliciously bittersweet to taste! He held her securely while he humped out the last drops of cum into her mouth.
"See, Peggy... see?" Clint moaned, pulling his big cock out of her face.
She saw. His prick was still as hard as a steel pole.
"Let's get naked and move into the lounge area!" he gasped. "We can fuck on the leather sofa. You ever take cock-meat up your ass, sweetheart?"
Men, Peggy thought wryly. The bastards.
Chapter Three
Dennis couldn't believe all this was happening to him. They barely entered the hotel room when Norma dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants and shorts. Like a demon, she had attacked his cock with her mouth, sucking it until he was rock-hard!
Now she backed away and started to undress herself.
Nice cock, she thought to herself. It will be good and steady.
Aloud, she lied, "I've never done this before, Dennis. But I've wanted to for a long time... with you."
"Jesus," he moaned as he watched her reach behind her back for the clasps on her bra. She was breathing heavily as she worked them, telling him she was ready for more. The blow-job she'd given him was just starters for Norma.
The bra cups began to spread under the pressure of her huge tits. When the last clasp was undone, the material gave up trying to hold back the enormous globes of flesh. Her tits burst free in all their naked glory.
Dennis grabbed his thick prick as she slipped the bra over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His eyes feasted on one exposed nipple. As he watched her nipple grow and pulse, he began to move his fist up and down on his cock.
"I love your tits," he said.
"What would you like to do with 'em?"
"I'd like to put my cock between them and fuck 'em."
"Then what, Dennis?" she asked, lust clogging her throat as she watched his hand move steadily up and down on his cock.
"Then hump my cock between your tits until my cum splatters all over your beautiful face."
Tiny beads of perspiration started popping out on both their bodies.
Norma kicked off her shoes and slipped her hands under the waistband of her panties. She worked them down slowly.
Dennis' eyes moved down from her tits to the full mat of hair that covered her pussy. "Jesus... beautiful," he moaned when her cunt was completely bare.
As Norma spread her legs and lightly fingered her cunt-slit, a strange thing happened in Dennis' mind. She was no longer his secretary. She was a strange woman -- the woman he'd been looking for all his life. In the room before him stood a stranger, a beautiful stranger he'd never even seen before.
He barely managed to stop a loud gasp of astonishment. Norma was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. A tall, sensuous female with flowing red hair, liquidly sensual eyes, and a pouting red mouth that gave her the appearance of being too much woman for any man.
Her body was striking -- mammoth, jutting breasts that flowed into a tiny waist, with slim, perfectly formed legs.
Norma slipped the panties clear off; Dennis saw the soft, generous curve of her ass, her creamy white thighs, and her triangular pubic bush. Tiny droplets of moisture gathered on the ends of her pussy fur and dripped down between her legs to the carpet.
"The bed." Norma breathed. Dennis moved like a fifteen-year-old, beating her there by seconds.
His prick jerked the minute she began handling it. She kissed up a storm in his crotch. For long moments she just sat there, her face nuzzling into his balls. Then he felt her mouth closing around the tip of his cock -- warm and wet and sucking steadily -- as she began blowing him for the second time that afternoon.
"Do you like what I do to you, Dennis?"
"Yes."
"Is it better than your wife?"
"God, yes!"
She was driving him crazy. First, one hand would work in small, teasing circles on his belly. Then it would slip down almost to his cock, only to return again to the knotted muscles of his lower abdomen. Her other hand worked on his inner thighs, tickling his hair lightly and kneading his taut skin.
He was at a sexual peak and Norma knew it. She also knew, as her eyes roved over his giant cock, that if she didn't do something soon, she would come without ever mounting his cock!
She knew how she was affecting him, and when the time came to give him her body, she wanted him ready for it. Her hand stroked his pulsing cock-shaft lightly along the upper ridge, over the throbbing, cum-dripping head, and back along the underside.
Twice more her fingers repeated the action. Shocks of fiery passion surged through his fevered body and he almost came. But then her fingers encircled his prick and held it firmly while her other hand fondled his balls.
Then he felt her body shift and settle between his legs. She caressed his ass as her fiery nipples burned paths of heated passion up and down the flesh of his inner thighs.
Her lips found the head of his cock and kissed it. Then her tongue traced a path up and down his cock-shaft, just as her fingers had done previously.
When the length of his cock was slimy and slick with her saliva, her mouth returned to his cock-head and warmly encircled it.
Dennis' muscles erupted in spasms of pleasure as he felt her tongue slide hungrily over his cock.
He felt her teeth as they passed his prickhead and then adjusted to the thickness of his cock-shaft. He heard her take a deep breath and hold it. Then her head started the long descent. He thrust convulsively as if he wanted her to swallow the full length of his cock.
Then she drew her flushed face back off of his giant cock. Her lips came wetly together to form a lipsticked "O" as they popped from the head of his prick.
"Tell me when you're ready to fuck me, Dennis," she smiled. "I'll do it any way you want to."
"Yeah... yeah..." was all Dennis could say. He was ready to fuck her now but he wanted her to keep sucking him as well. None of his wives had enjoyed sucking cock.
Her mouth closed over his cock-head again, slithered back, advanced, slithered back again. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. He had a hand in her bunched hair. He played with her hair until it came loose and tumbled down her back.
Goddamn, he thought, she is one beautiful cunt!
He opened his eyes and looked down at her head. Down, down it went -- and deeper went his prick into her throat.
And then she hit bottom and the pleasure was excruciating, mind-boggling in its intensity. Her nose ground into the wiry pubic hair above his prick while his balls bumped her chin.
Then she surprised him even more with her ability. While his cock was sunk to its full length in her throat, she opened her mouth wider. Her tongue began bathing his balls.
It was sublime. It was wild. He cried out from the instant heat of passion that coursed through his cock and balls.
And then she started bobbing up and down. On each downstroke, she again took the full length of his driving cock-meat into her throat. Her mouth, as she dove and sucked, became like a sheath that threatened to unhinge his mind.
"God, oh, God! Can you suck a cock!" he cried.
The pleasure that filled him as she sucked him was intense. He felt like his veins would burst from the boiling blood that thundered through his quivering body.
Finally, he felt the detonating point approaching. His hips drove to meet her diving head, trying to give her mouth more and more cock.
Her hands stopped their cupping and squeezing motions. Then her fingers were between the cheeks of his ass. Dennis spread his legs wider for her entrance.
There was no prelude and very little warning. She stationed two fingers at his quivering asshole and shoved. They sank clear into his asshole and the fireworks started.
He jolted the first glob of sticky pleasure into ha throat when a third finger joined the initial two. A surge of absolute animal passion and satisfaction tore through his body.
His body shook, convulsed, tossed, tumbled and churned through what seemed like a century of sensual relief -- and Norma's lips and hands didn't leave him until he was an immobile mass!
Slowly, he felt himself coining back to reality. He fought it with everything he had, trying to hold onto the fantastic feeling.
When he finally realized that he couldn't hang onto it any longer, he opened his eyes and smiled at her.
His cock was still hard.
Norma was glassy-eyed. Tiny drops of cum bubbled from the corners of her mouth. She smiled back at him and sucked them into her throat.
"Now, let's fuck!" she cooed.
As Dennis covered her body with his, she grinned contentedly up at the ceiling. Dennis had a nice cock and a lot of staying power. He would be a fine fuck.
Peggy stared down at Clint Jones' naked body on the leather sofa. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. She had just sucked his cock, and now she was getting ready to fuck him. And he was practically a total stranger!
"Take your clothes off for me, baby," he said. "Let me watch you."
At first Peggy was embarrassed. After all, she barely knew the man. But once she started to get into it, she enjoyed the scene. After all, she had an almost perfect body. Why should she feel strange about people seeing it? She put everything she had into the little strip act.
When she was naked, she stood by the couch. Clint was staring up at her. "Do you like it?" she asked.
"I've never seen any I liked better," he answered. He reached out and pulled her towards him. "God, you smell good," he said. He was running his tongue lightly over her belly and cunt while he caressed her back and asscheeks with his hands.
Peggy could feel any hesitation she might have felt melting fast under his ministrations!
She could feel his cock pressing against her leg. But he moved slowly. He kissed her deeply, always running his hands over her body. It felt wonderful. And when he lowered his face and gently bit on her nipples, she let out a groan of pleasure.
"I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time," he said.
He gently pulled her down and got next to her, pressing his body against hers. She pressed back hotly.
He bent down and let his tongue trail from her neck, down across her tits and over her belly. Then he nuzzled his nose into her pubic hair. He gently pried her legs apart. She felt his warm hand move between her thighs. He moved closer to her, kissing her on the clit while his finger slipped slowly inside her. She felt her body shudder with pleasure.
Then his motions became more frantic. His hands and mouth moved constantly on her body, roaming over her soft, creamy flesh, not leaving an inch of her trembling skin untouched. She had never felt anything like it, and her pussy was creaming with the anticipation of feeling his cock lunging into her.
Then, suddenly, he stopped and lay down flat. She raised her head and looked at him. He smiled at her. With a slight pressure on her arm, he indicated what he wanted.
She moved closer to him and then on top of him, pressing her mouth to his. He took her hand and moved it to his cock. She felt herself taking hold of his giant, throbbing prick. At the same time, his finger slipped inside her again.
"Ant I widening your experiences?"
"You sure as hell are," she gasped.
"How come you never fucked around the office before?"
"Nobody ever wanted me to marry them before."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Do you really want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Baby, I want to do everything to you!"
Peggy had seldom been this turned on. She felt like she was completely free. She wanted to do anything and everything possible to feel good!
She moved down off him, pressing herself against his hard, muscular body. She raised herself and then lowered her mouth to his chest, licking his curly hairs and teasing his nipples with her teeth. He moaned.
She glanced up at him just as he opened his eyes. "Sit on it, baby," he said, "Sit on my prick and fuck yourself."
Nobody had ever talked to her like that. But she liked it. For a split-second, she felt some embarrassment, but then moved her body so that she was sitting astride him. She straddled his belly, reaching behind her and finding his cock. She wrapped her hand around the base of it, forcing it to stand up tall and straight. Then she raised herself on her knees and moved backwards until she was positioned directly over him.
When she lowered herself just slightly, she felt the knob of his giant cock brush against her pussy.
"Go ahead, baby... sit on it," Clint rasped. "Get the feel of that fucking thing going deep inside your belly!"
His words almost gave her an orgasm. She lowered herself until she felt the knob of his cock slide inside her. It felt so wonderful!
She lowered herself a little more. Another small part of his cock slipped inside her. Clint reached up and took hold of her around the waist and pulled her down roughly all the way onto him. She felt his big cock plunge deep inside her and all her inhibitions gave way. She felt her body spasm into a fantastic orgasm. She had never had one so quickly! She moaned and bucked against his cock, loving every second of the fantastic feeling she was having.
"Oh, my!" she cried when she finally came back to earth. "That was so good!"
"Just the first of many, baby," he grinned. He slowly raised her up until just the knob of his prick was in her, then he pulled her down. Even with that first plunge, Peggy felt the pleasure and the excitement returning.
Then he was pumping crazily into her, heaving his strong thighs upward, impaling his massive cock-meat deep into her cunt on every stroke.
"Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she shrieked. "Drive that big cock of yours into my belly!"
Then he was coming in her cunt, hot and sweet, like he'd done before in her mouth. He filled her again and again with hot juice that shot high up into her cunt. She felt as though she were drowning in cum!
She was still coming herself, and she was clawing and grunting as the pleasure shot through her pussy and up her back, down her arms and right down to the littlest toe. She was all pussy. Right then she was nothing more than a cunt.
She knew she was scratching him and somewhere in her head she knew she was biting into his neck -- but she couldn't stop herself! As the waves of release receded, she became more aware of his body jerking under hers.
Then she was off of him and he was positioning her, on her elbows and knees. Out of the corner of her eye, Peggy could see his long cock. It was still as hard as a rock after two giant comes!
Well, he'd said three comes to a hard-on!
"Oh, shit. Fuck me some more!" she screamed. She reached between her legs and found his cock with her hands. Deftly, she lifted his prick and guided it to the entrance of her pussy.
She inserted his cock between her cunt-lips and sensed the sudden thrusts of his body as the touch of her cunt on his cock-head ignited his animal instincts all over again. She answered them by shoving backward with her ass until his cock was once again buried inside her cunt to its thick root.
With that, she put her ass into swift sensual motion. She rolled and thrust backward on his driving cock-staff. She began to utter little grunts of anguished rapture every time he penetrated her deeply. Each time he went all the way into her, she clutched his legs convulsively, flattening her tits against the sofa.
Clint looked at her creamy body, perspiring with passion and desire. What a woman she was, he thought. And what a fuck she gave me.
"Harder, Clint, harder! Take my ass if you want!" Peggy cried out in complete sexual abandon.
He pounded her from the rear, filling her, the head of his big prick slamming hard off her cunt walls. She went wild with the hot sensations that coursed through her flesh. His cock felt so good in her cunt. She loved the feel of hard, male meat!
Behind her, Clint pulled his prick, from her cunt and drove it into her twisting, sucking asshole. His balls slapped harshly against her excitedly secreting cunt. His eyes roamed over her beautiful form as he ravished her ass with his giant cock.
As her hot ass and flowing juices drowned his cock, bathing it with fiery liquid, his balls erupted in her asshole.
A guttural moan of pure rapture burst from Peggy's throat as great torrents of bubbling cum spilled into her greedily clasping asshole. He kneaded her tits with both hands as his cock spasmed crazily in the hot, moist flesh of her ass, causing tears of joy and delight to flood from her eyes as his juices mixed with hers deep in her quivering belly.
"Oh, baby," Clint moaned, pulling his rubbery cock from her asshole. "You are truly one fine fuck! Now let's get dressed... the real party ought to be starting pretty quick!"
Dennis shot a full load into Norma's cunt, and then, at her insistence, moved up her body so that he was straddling her head. Norma breathed softly with pleasure as he lowered his cock to her lips and began to push.
Her tongue licked at his cock-knob and she tightened her lips around the head, nibbling and sucking at it. She reached up and cupped his balls gently with one hand, and with the other made a fist around the shaft of his prick as she continued to lick at the head. Gently, she rolled his balls, thrilling as he grunted and drove his cock into her mouth. She felt him touch the back of her throat and she began to suck harder. He reached down and held her head up, then began to move slowly in and out of her mouth.
Her cunt was becoming so hot all over again that she could barely endure the torture as the heat consumed her insides. Dennis was nearly wild with lust. He held her head still while he drove his cock in arid out of her mouth. She tightly held her lips together and pressed her tongue against his prick. Her fingers plucked at his balls. Suddenly, she could feel them tightening and knew he was ready to come.
She began sucking harder on his cock, refusing to allow him to pull it out of her mouth. She held him tightly and then began to work her hand up and down the base of his big prick while she pressed and kneaded his balls.
Abruptly, she stopped and pulled her head away from his cock.
"No! Norma..."
She looked at his cock and flicked her tongue out teasingly to graze the very end. His huge cock throbbed and pulsed in front of her and he tore at her hair, begging her to suck him off.
"Please... for God's sake... Norma!"
"Put it back in me now, Dennis! Shoot in me again!"
Quickly, he slid down and drove into her in one ramming thrust. At the same time, his finger found her asshole and filled it as well. It drove Norma wild!
Her hips began jerking frantically. She drew her legs up and hooked them around him, her calves gripping him behind the arms. His cock in her seemed to swell and lunge deeper, her ass meeting his groin at the end of every stroke.
Her inner muscles convulsed until her ass channel wanted to burst from her body. Sounds faded, her sight blurred. Her hands and feet seemed numb. Only the joy in her cunt remained -- and she began to grunt to aid the ecstasy.
She was completely filled. She could feel his mammoth cock throbbing inside her as he hinged in and opt. With each thrust, her body shuddered and she clamped her legs around him with all her strength. Her hips matched the rhythm of his as though they were one. He drove in and out of her until she thought she could stand it no longer.
"Coming!" he cried.
Then she seemed to come apart. Her legs flew out. Her arms shot high over his back. Her body began to jump and bounce. And, with all her might, she tried to absorb his spewing prick as deep in her belly as it could go.
She faintly heard her own cries of ecstasy -- and her total abandonment to this devastating joy turned into frenzied fear of its coming to an end.
"Oh, Dennis! I love your cock! I love your fucking cock! I love you!" she screamed. "Turn round... quick!"
"What?"
"Let's do it again with our mouths! To each other at the same time!"
Dennis heaved his body around. He was amazed at his own staying power as he plunged his face deep into Norma's cunt and began sucking at her swollen clit. He'd never dreamed that "innocent" Norma could be such a wanton woman. But he loved it!
Then he plunged his tongue deep inside her cunt-hole. He could taste his own cum as he licked and sucked hungrily at her.
She looked at his cock as it hung over her mouth. She swiftly pressed her hand to his balls and guided his giant cock to her mouth, closing it tightly around him.
Dennis shivered uncontrollably. His muscles tightened as he buried his face in the warm wetness of her cunt. She tightened her legs around his head and pressed him down into her musky depths. His hips were gyrating wildly and he plunged his cock in and out of her mouth with short, rapid strokes. Suddenly, he stopped and pushed it as far as it would go all the way down her throat.
"Aarrgghhhhh!" he bellowed as his prick stiffened. Norma felt him shoot his load in her mouth again.
Wearily, Dennis crawled up beside, her. "That was the best fuck I've ever had," he sighed.
"Me, too," Norma lied. "I wish we could do it forever!"
"Did you mean what YOU said, while we were fucking?"
"You mean... about loving you?" she said. "Yeah, I guess." She was lying again.
"Then maybe we can," Dennis smiled.
Chapter Four
George Houston was owner and founder of Houston Cosmetics. He was fifty years old and looked ten years younger. He could also out-fuck his wife and both of the mistresses any night of the week.
He made it a practice to hire one eighteen-year-old virgin every year and bring her into the company as his office pussy.
This year's pussy was Candy Ferris, one of the prettiest, dumbest, and best fucks George had ever employed in that position.
"I got your message, Mr. Houston... to come up here to the penthouse, I mean."
"Good, Candy, good."
He walked to the door, jingling his keys, and locked it. Her eyes were glued to his back as he walked the length of the room and locked the other door. Whistling, he came back and faced her. "How have you liked working for me, Candy?"
"I love it, Mr. Houston!"
"Good, good. I've got a special assignment for you this afternoon, Candy."
"Yes. You know who Gloria Huntley is, don't you?"
"The model? Oh, yes, sir. She's beautiful!"
"I'm glad you think so, Candy," George smiled, his voice warming. "Because she wants you to entertain her right up here in the suite this afternoon."
"Entertain? You mean, like I do with the salesmen, Mr. Houston?"
"That's right," he smiled. "A little different, of course, since Gloria is a woman."
"But, that's just it, Mr. Houston. I never done it with no other girls before."
"Nothing to it, Candy. I know you can handle it... and there will be a little bonus in it for you."
"Gee... really?"
God, George thought, if every woman in the world were as dumb as this girl, my cock would fall off from over-fucking!
"In the meantime, Candy, you and I do have a little time to ourselves."
Candy knew only too well what that meant! She breathed deeply as he enveloped her lush body in his arms. His mouth descended, covering hers. His tongue searched for the opening between her lips, darting demandingly inside.
She closed her eyes as his pointed tongue traveled along her gums, outlining the sharp points of her teeth, and then pressing against her tongue. She sucked on it for a minute, enjoying the feel of pulling him inside herself -- even if it was only his tongue.
George pulled away, removing her glasses and putting them carefully on the top of the desk behind them. She looked at him, focusing carefully at close range.
He noticed again how beautiful she was without her glasses. He remembered the surge of desire he had felt when he had first fucked her under his desk. His cock hardened and pressed against his pants.
His hands moved down to cover her nipples. He sighed as her soft flesh gave under his hands, molding itself into his cupped hands -- even through her blouse and bra.
He closed his eyes as his fingers pinched through the material to the soft skin beneath.
Candy felt her legs buckling under her as she returned his kiss. Of all the guys she fucked in the office, the boss himself, George Houston even at fifty -- was the best!
Maybe that was because George was the one who had popped her cherry. Candy didn't know. An answer would require thought, and she wasn't capable of that.
The phone rang. Automatically, George tried to pull away to answer it, but she pulled him close, sucking again on his tongue. And so they stood, wrapped together, while the bell rang -- eight, nine, ten times and then died.
Candy let her fingers roam over his back, tingling at the thrill of touching him. She felt as if she were melting, her whole body softening against his. She squirmed, pushing her tits closer to his strong chest.
His fingers groped at the buttons of her blouse, clumsy in his haste. He was desperate to feel those tits that he'd been sucking for so many months already.
"You love to fuck, don't you, Candy?"
"You know I do, George," she said, in her little-girt dumb-blonde voice. "All the way through high school and secretarial school, I didn't know what I was missing. Then you showed me!"
"I sure did," George chuckled.
His prick was stiff and throbbing inside his pants. He wanted her to reach in and take it out, to rub it up against her bare belly. He started to tell her, but just at that moment, he finished opening the buttons.
He peeled her blouse off her shoulders, pausing a moment to look at her magnificent tits which bulged around the lace of her bra. Then, quickly, he tore it down her arms, and reached with both hands for the hooks of her bra. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he unfastened the stubborn hooks. She shrugged, and the bra fell forward down her arms, exposing the soft pink skin of her tits.
George rolled his eyes as he looked at her nipples. They were huge, perfectly centered on her giant tits, pointing nearly straight at him. They were already hard, stimulated by his touch and his kiss, and they stood straight out from a circle of deeper pink.
He lowered his head to kiss them. Candy sighed as he put one in his mouth, then the other. He sucked with all his mouth, almost as if he was trying to pull her entire tit into his throat at once. She shook her shoulders, moving her tits sideways against his face, and pulled his head in closer to her body with her hand.
"Oh, suck 'em! Suck my nipples!" she cried. "I want you to just eat 'em up!"
He felt weakened from his passion. Slowly he inched her toward the couch. Then, abruptly, he moved, forward, throwing her back against it.
Candy didn't care. He could have thrown her to the floor and she would have loved it, just as long as he kept her nipples firm between his teeth.
But she was also anxious for a chance at his big cock, and George was anxious to feel the inside of her soft cunt.
His hands moved toward the hem of her skirt. His fingertips explored the nylon of her hose, moving steadily upward. He could feel her panties, but he didn't want to take the time to take them off... not yet. He wanted to feel up to her tender cunt -- and he was too impatient to undress her completely right then.
Candy spread her legs as she felt his fingers approaching her pussy. She wanted him to have easy access to her hot, burning cunt.
"Oh, yeah," she cooed. "Up there! Shove your fingers in!"
He felt the smooth crotchband of her panties. It was already damp from her juices -- and hot from the contact with her hot little cunt-crack. He pressed his fingers up against her pussy-lips, feeling the spasms underneath when she felt his fingers.
Then he reached around the side and poked his finger in under the elastic. Her skin was soft and covered with little hairs, curling all over her cunt-mound, around the lips of her pussy, and down into the crack of her ass.
For a moment, he just let his fingers feel her hair, straying up into her pussy-mound, then down around her hot cunt-hole -- and still further to touch against the cheeks of her ass.
Finally, he zeroed in on his target, and thrust his middle finger into her pussy. Her muscles contracted around his finger, rubbing soft folds of skin against his knuckle.
"Ohhhh," she moaned as his finger reached inside. "Oh, yeah, bang me! Bang my pussy!"
George moaned as he felt the walls of her cunt, slick and tight, around his finger. He pushed another one up, and felt the tight fit. His cock was just itching to get inside her slick, wet cunt-slit.
Candy reached down, pulling at his shoulders, trying to get him up enough to unbuckle his belt. She wanted to feel his hard cock-meat in her hand, to feel it lodged up inside her hot, twitching cunt-hole.
George was so involved in feeling her pussy that her frantic motions didn't get through to him for a moment.
"Please," she moaned. "Please let me at it! I want to feel your big prick!"
He straightened out above her still keeping his fingers inside her, but moving up so that she could unfasten his pants.
She had trouble at first. She was afraid he would get caught in the zipper, the way his cock was poking out behind his shorts. Finally, she loosened them and reached inside his shorts.
It was so hot! His hard cock-shaft burned into her hand. All along her pussy she felt little itching places, crying to be rubbed by his stiff, warm prick. She didn't even mind that her skirt was pushed up around her waist, or that his shirt was still buttoned across his chest.
"Sweet, hot, little cunt," George murmured, talking to her pussy and not to her. His fingers were still moving inside her, pulling cunt-juice out with each stroke until he could hear the sloppy noise of her wetness with each thrust of his fingers. "So sweet... so hot. I might even give you a two year term!"
"Huh?"
"Nothin', little darlin'... you go right ahead with what you're doin'!"
Candy's fingers were circling around his prick, rubbing slowly up and down. Even her fingers were soft, he thought, almost like being inside her pussy. One of her hands played with his balls, stroking and petting them, while the other moved steadily lip and down his hot cock-shaft.
"Jack me off, baby," he groaned. "I love it when you do that!"
Her hand moved faster in response to his pleading, and her hips started pushing against his fingers, pulling him in as deep as he could go.
She started feeling her own fire, her own urgency, rising. She was no longer content with his fingers. She wanted to feel his big cock splitting through her pussy-lips and plunging inside.
"Please," she groaned. "Oh, Daddy, won't you fuck me now?"
George liked it when she called him Daddy. It made her seem even younger than she was. He dreamed about the young ones -- but he was afraid, always had been. So he drew the line at eighteen.
He teased Candy for another moment, feeling the spasms in his cock as she begged him. He wanted to be inside her, too. But he wanted her to be good and ready.
"Please, Daddy?" she pleaded. "Let me have your big, beautiful prick inside me! I want to feel your hot, stiff cock jammed up in my little pussy!"
Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, letting her feel the emptiness for a minute. He knew she would be crazy without something inside her hot little cunt-hole.
Her fingers still gripped him, sliding faster and faster down the length of his cock-shaft.
"Oh, Daddy, don't tease me!" she cried.
He pulled away from her fingers, letting his cock bounce against the skin of her thigh as he moved it towards her pussy. He loved the feel of her thigh, all quivering and hot against his cock. He'd looked so long at that thigh that he savored each second that his cock crept up along it...
"Now?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! Yes, please!"
He felt the head of his prick pushing against her soft cunt-lips, and he left it there for a second, teasing her even more. But the heat was too much for him. He couldn't stand the slow torture any more than she could!
"Jam it inside!" she moaned. "Oh, Daddy, I want you inside!"
Ripping her panties aside with one hand, he grasped his throbbing cock with the other. With a gigantic thrust, he pushed it all the way inside her cunt-hole. Big as he was, she was so hot and wet that he slid right in.
The muscles in her pussy grabbed at him, pulling his cock deeper inside. He loved the heat and the churning walls of her pussy.
He pushed deep inside her cunt-hole, sliding his cock against the slick, wet folds of her pussy. He jammed again and again, moving faster all the time.
"Oh, God," he moaned, "I just love fucking you!"
"Do it!" she shrieked. "Fuck me!"
She could feel his balls beating against her ass each time he drove his prick inside her. She struggled against him, trying to pull him all the way into her depths -- even his balls!
George felt his cock starting to shake and the deep fire inside his balls starting to rise.
"I'm coming, sweetheart!" he rasped at her, grabbing her lush asscheeks with both hands and jamming himself brutally into her cunt.
Candy's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his hot jism spurting all over the inside of her pussy. She knew that she was going to come, too, and she bent her legs nearly backwards to let him all the way inside.
"Daddy, Daddy!" she screamed as she felt waves of sensation rippling through her. With a giant shudder, she came all over him, spilling hot juice out other pussy.
Her sharp fingernails scraped down his back as she pulled him into her body so she could ride him until the last possible second of her orgasm.
When her climax was over, she smiled at him. He smiled, too, and raised up on his arms to look at her.
Her hair was mussed, loose from her hairpins, lying soft on her shoulders. Her lips seemed softer and redder than usual, and her eyes were glazed and warm. Suddenly, George wanted her again -- wanted all the parts that he hadn't had before!
He let his cock slide out of her cunt, then knelt down over her body to suck at her pussy. He loved the swollen pink lips and the soft wet hair that curled all around.
He breathed deep, letting her female smell waft up his nose and settle in his brain. She smelled of sex and coming. He felt like he could linger with his nose in her forever!
Then his tongue snaked out and he could taste her. She tasted even better than she smelled! Warm and female and a little bitter, her juice almost stung his tongue. But he was determined to lick up every drop. He went around her in a circle, dipping his tongue closer to the center each time.
He tongued her clit, then deep inside her cunt-hole. Candy was starting to turn on again, and he could feel the muscles inside her pussy responding to his tongue.
She grabbed at him, reaching again for his prick. This time he turned around above her on the couch, letting his cock dangle over her head.
Her neck stretched up, her mouth grabbing at the end of his prick. First her tongue touched it, circled it, caressed it, and then she let the very tip of his hot prick slide inside her mouth.
Slowly she worked on it, taking his hot cock-meat into her mouth -- and then into her throat. She was almost choking as his prick stiffened and grew back again to the size it had been before they had come.
George loved her soft lips around his prick. He moved his hips back and forth, fucking her face as his tongue moved wetly up inside her.
In a moment, they were moving together, face-fucking each other fiercely.
"Ummmm, ummmmm," Candy gurgled around her huge, mouthful of cock.
"Sweet, sweet cunt," George whispered, through mouthfuls of pussy juice.
They worked together frantically. Her mouth moved desperately up and down the length of his cock, sucking him down deep into her throat, and letting him slide nearly all the way out.
"Ohhhhh!" she screamed, as the walls of her pussy and her ass seemed to cave in around his tongue. She was sinking and rising with the pleasure, sinking and rising -- and then, she fell through and she was coming!
The taste of her sweet pussy, running all over his face, was top much for George to bear. He jammed his prick one last time all the way down her throat, and shot into it -- again and again, until he had shot every last drop of his load deep into her dark, warm throat.
"Okay, honey?"
"Yeah," Candy sighed. "It was wonderful, as usual."
"Good. Now you get all cleaned up. Gloria Huntley is probably in my office right now. I'll send her up!"
"Oh, Daddy, do I have to? I don't think I'll be any good with a girl... and, besides, it scares me a little!"
"You just close your eyes and imagine it's me, baby," George said, and added in his mind... or a candle, or a hairbrush, or a dildo... or a dog!
He was sure that anything -- male, female or neuter -- that got near Candy's cunt would turn her on!
Gloria Huntley was gorgeous and she knew it. Besides being the hottest model in town, she was already one of the richest. That's why she never took a job without some "fringe" benefits.
The Houston Cosmetics account was no different. She sat, tall, haughty and beautiful, across from Company President George Houston and made her demands.
Behind them, in the outer offices, they could both hear the noise of clinking glasses, laughter and blaring rock-and-roll music from a portable radio.
"What on earth is all that?"
"The office Christmas party, Gloria. It is Christmas Eve, you know," George said, managing to keep his eyes elevated from her perfect thigh where her skin peeked through the slit in her skirt.
God, he thought, she's still the most beautiful -- the bitch!
"I thought this was supposed to be a business office, George," Gloria said, and then smiled wryly. "Of course, we know that there's one hell of a lot of monkey business that goes on, don't we?"
"Come on, Gloria," George said, rising. "The girl you liked is upstairs."
"Will she be willing? Or will it be a hassle like the last time, George?"
"She'll be willing."
"You do train them well, don't you, George."
"All of them except you, Gloria." He led the way toward the elevators.
Gloria Huntley smiled. Yes, she'd won her little battle with George Houston fifteen years before -- Gloria had been the first of his virgins.
Gloria watched the muscles ripple through his shirt as she followed him, and was surprised that he could still turn her on. He was the only man who ever had.
In the elevator, she closed her eyes, leaned against the wall and thought about that time.
The first time George had ever fucked her. The time that he had turned her from an innocent if horny virgin into a sex-crazed, insatiable cunt...
Gloria was only a teen-ager, but she had the body and bearing of a girl five years older. Her ambition to be a big time model was already a driving force in her life.
Without telling her mother, Gloria quit school, got some phony credentials and went to work for a fledgling cosmetics firm.
Most of the women in the new company were tired old secretaries that had bounced from job to job for years. Gloria was young and beautiful. George Houston zeroed in on her at once.
For all of her beauty and maturity, Gloria was still naive about men -- and very much a fearful virgin. George didn't know this -- all he knew was that she was beautiful young pussy.
It was about a month after she'd been hired when she emerged from the building one evening after working overtime, to find George waiting for her.
"Uh... Gloria, I wander if you would give me a lift? There seems to be something wrong with the battery in my car."
"Of course, Mr. Houston."
"Oh, hell, Gloria. Call me George when we're out of the office like, this."
Gloria thought he was just a regular nice guy, and very handsome. It was a pity he was already married, with two, children. She was tired of engaging in the regular Saturday night struggles over the removal of her bra with dull and unappealing boys. George seemed the very opposite of these boys -- romantic, sexually experienced, confident, mature.
And from the way he looked at her and treated her, she was sure George believed she was actually nineteen, the age on her application.
The age difference shouldn't stop a little harmless flirting. Gloria didn't plan on going beyond that.
George was fascinating in a special way -- he represented the sexual aspects of life which she had been told were forbidden and wicked. She was scared ta act on her sexual fantasies with boys her own age because they were such jerks and would blab everything all over town. But George really turned her on. She found herself dreaming about him knocking her down, tearing her clothes off and fucking her virginity away.
But, she told herself, it was only fantasy. Wasn't it?
With her handsome boss in the car beside her, little things started to happen to her body and mind. His hand brushed her knee when he put out his cigarette -- and Gloria suddenly realized that she wanted her fantasy to become a reality!
She was suddenly so shaken by excitement that she could hardly drive. It's wrong, she told herself, wrong to be feeling this way. But the burning sensations between her legs told her that when he touched her she wouldn't be able to help herself.
She gratefully accepted when he offered to drive. When they changed stats, his hand accidentally brushed her tit. The warm touch of his palm immediately turned her on, causing her nipple to grow hard. She was so scared and so horny that she could hardly even listen to him as he spoke.
"I always thought Gloria was a pretty name," he was saying as he drove into the park. "But, then, you're a pretty girl."
She thanked him automatically. But inside her, all of her frustration and fear and guilt were coming to a head. She had a strong hunch that he was going to make a play for her. She wasn't at all surprised when he pulled the car up to a lonely spot and stopped. He kept on talking to her, but all she could hear was the frantic beating of her own pulse.
And then suddenly they were kissing. Gloria felt the man's arms holding her tightly as his tongue easily penetrated her lips. The mixture of thrill and panic increased as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth thoroughly -- his hands tightly cupping her tits.
Breathing in her ear and whispering sweetly, George without hesitation began to unbutton her blouse.
"Oh, no," Gloria gasped. "Oh, no! No!" Despite her protests, however, she made no move to stop this exciting man as he pulled her blouse back over her shoulders and caressed her full tits through her bra. Indescribable feelings of forbidden lust thrilled her. But still she was terrified by what she knew the inevitable outcome of this had to be!
As George deftly unsnapped her bra, freeing the firm, round globes of her tits for his enjoyment, she told herself that this was no different than the other times she had let boys play with her naked tits. But she knew, as George kissed and fondled her breasts, taking her nipples between his lips and sucking them, giving her sensations in the depths of her pussy that she had never known existed before, that this was very different than the confused and awkward fumblings of her so-called boyfriends. Nothing had ever felt like this before!
"Let's get in the back seat, baby," George whispered to her, still rubbing his palms against her lush tits. "C'mon."
"No, I... I can't," she whispered huskily. "Please!"
"Sure you can, baby," he urged her, moving his hand slowly up under her dress, along the satin insides of her thighs.
Automatically, she locked her legs together.
But the feeling of his hot, sweaty hand caught between her pressed-together flesh just served to accentuate her desire.
"No, no, please," she moaned. "I... I'm a virgin."
Her thighs and tits felt like they were melting at his touch. When she loosened the hold her legs had on his hand, and he quickly placed it on the firm mound of flesh between her legs, she cried out. His touch seemed to burn her cunt, even through her panties.
"It's okay, baby," George whispered confidently, in spite of the fact he was breathing heavily from his own sexual arousal, "You'll love it. Besides, you gotta do something for me now that you got me all hot!"
As he talked, he took her hand and placed it tightly against his crotch. Gloria felt the stiffness of his cock through his pants. She had never touched a man's prick before, and even through his clothing the hardness thrilled her.
She kept pleading for him to stop even when he got her into the back seat. She pretended he was forcing her, that it wasn't her body he was fondling. But she knew that in truth she was hornier than she had ever been before and was dying for this man to fuck her -- to actually feel his stiff prick in her cunt.
"Don't worry, honey," George assured her as his able hands spread her thighs and continued to caress her wet pussy-mound through her panties. "I'll take care of you, I'll be gentle. You don't want to be a cherry all your life, do you? You're ready to be fucked!"
As he spoke he removed his shirt and pulled down his pants. In spite of the fact that Gloria was shaking her head back and forth as if in shock, she couldn't help but notice the immense bulge that his erect cock made in his underwear.
This isn't me, Gloria told herself. This man's hands aren't on my tits or between my legs! But it felt so good. It was so exciting. The juices in her pussy were boiling!
George pulled her skirt up so that it wouldn't get in his way. Then he eased her panties down her legs. He could see the hairy pussy-mound between her open thighs. The girl's tits and cunt were completely exposed to him.
Gloria felt for the first time a man's hand on her naked cunt. His fingers ran through her pubic hair and then along the moist, pink flesh of her cunt-slit. His touch on her pussy gave her more of a thrill than she had ever been able to dream of! When he pushed one of his fingers down the wet hole of her cunt, she found out what pleasure really meant.
Incredible tremors ran all through her body as George's finger wiggled around inside her tight pussy-hole. But still, she clung to the fantasy that this was all happening to somebody else, that she was watching some crazy kind of movie where she could actually feel everything that happened. She was still thinking this as she watched with fascination as George pulled down his underpants. She stared at his huge, quivering cock and hairy balls.
She braced herself as she felt his hard cock push against her thighs and cunt-lips. He was whispering to her, telling her to rein, that it would be all right, as he spread her legs wide and began to lower himself to her, guiding his prick toward her tiny pussy-hole.
It's happening! she thought. It's really happening!
Gloria felt a sudden jolt of pleasure as the smooth head of his cock put pressure against her clit. Her whole body tensed. Her back arched, she waited for him to enter.
But he held back, letting his prick press against her throbbing clit, just barely pushing its way between the readily yielding lips of her cunt.
Go on! Gloria thought desperately. Go on and do it!
But she kept silent, sticking to the idea that this wasn't really happening to her. George, as if sensing this in some animal, sexual manner, wouldn't let it happen this way. It was as if he more than just wanted to fuck her and enter her cunt. He wanted to own her as well. He needed to own her. He had big plans for her.
"What do you feel?" he asked softly. "Oh, oh!" she gasped, almost unable to speak. "Do it to me! Do it now!"
"What do you feel?" he insisted, twisting one of her nipples between two fingers.
The sudden pain startled her. "Oh, please! Be gentle!"
"Tell me how much you want it. Beg me to fuck you! You know you want it... tell me!"
He pinched her throbbing nipple still harder sending a wave of mingled pain and pleasure coursing through her. She knew she had to answer him. If he just fucked her, she could tell herself that he had forced her to submit. But to actually make her confess that she wanted it, that she was horny to be fucked? No, no!
"Tell me what you want!" he hissed again.
"Your... thing!" she muttered.
"My cock!" he prompted her.
"Your... cock!" she managed to whisper. "Your cock!"
"And what do you want me to do with my cock?"
"Fuck me! Please, fuck me! Please, give me your cock!" Her words poured forth in an almost unintelligible stream. "Yes! Yes! Your cock! Please! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The pleas gurgling from her throat turned into screams as George, unable to restrain himself, surged his iron prick deeply into her cunt.
Gloria felt an incredible shock of pain as his rigid cock-meat ripped her cherry -- and penetrated to the depths of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, Goddddddd!" she wailed, feeling certain that he had ripped her entire body in two.
And then, when his throbbing, rigid prick had pushed more deeply into her than she would have believed possible, the pain began to turn into intense, almost unbearable pleasure. The soft, wet walls of her pussy began to suck tightly around his prick each time it pushed inside her. She closed her eyes and felt the incredible sensations that were touching every fiber of her body.
Now she wanted more. She didn't just want cock. She wanted to fuck!
"Fuck me, George... please!"
"You okay now?" he panted.
"Yes, oh, yes! Fuck me with your cock!" she begged. "It's good. It's beautiful. I love it!"
His breathing became heavier as his hips tried to keep a steady pace over her writhing, insanely fucking body. He was stretched tight. His nerve ends were right on the edge. It was glorious and be wanted to make it last as long as he could!
"Faster! Harder!" she cried. "Give it all to me!"
"Yes, yes!" he panted, placing his palms on her lush young tits.
"Ohhhh, George! Make me come... make me come like a woman!"
He watched her in the throes of total passion. Her face was beautifully contorted. She was screaming but he couldn't hear the sound.
Then suddenly he was there!
His hips worked violently, thrusting his surging cock into her seething cunt until he wanted to scream with the delight of it.
Her legs locked around his ass as she strove to bring him off. Her hips thrust wildly along with his. Neither of them could control their bodies any longer.
As her lust mounted to its highest peak, she lunged frantically against his throbbing cock. She moved her hips in grinding circles, forcing his prick to scrape every part of her cunt.
Finally, with one last powerful lunge, she reached her peak. He joined her with a mighty jerk and his cum began to spew into her heated cunt-hole.
He held his breath as his cock pulsed his cum deep within her young pussy. Passion flooded over her as he came. She lay beneath his heaving body, savoring the feel of his stiff, jerking cock-meat within her belly. Her excitement had been so profound that she could feel her own cunt-juices drip from his balls and puddle beneath the crack of her ass.
When he was spent, he sagged against her body.
Gloria cradled his head between her huge tits. "That was beautiful... truly beautiful."
"Did you really like it?"
"Yes... I can't tell you how much."
"I'm glad."
"You will do it some more with me then?" she pleaded.
"Oh, yes, baby... I'll do it lots more with you."
And he had, day and night, in or out of the office.
Gloria fell madly in love with him. She fell so hard that she didn't even object when George asked her to fuck a couple of out-of-town buyers.
But that love turned to hate as the months wore on -- and there were more and more out-of-town buyers and less and less of George.
Then a new virgin was hired. And the day came when Gloria realized that she had been used.
Tear fully, she told her Momma. Gloria's Momma was a shrewd woman. She gathered up all the proof of Gloria's real age and marched into George Houston's office.
When Momma emerged two hours later, her daughter's financial future was secure. Gloria's career as a big time model and as the "Houston Girl" were launched.
The elevator slid to a stop and the door opened onto the palatial penthouse suite.
"Here we ate. Her name is Candy. She's probably in the bedroom. Have fun!"
"Oh, no, George," Gloria smiled, tugging him along with her. "This time I want you to hang around. My little spies tell me that you've really fallen for this one, so I want you to watch and squirm while I operate on her."
"Jesus," George moaned. "You're vile, Gloria!"
"I know, darling. Just like you."
Chapter Five
The party was already off to a rip-roaring start, and it got even wilder when it was noted that the big boss, George Houston, was out of circulation up in the penthouse.
Two long, well-stocked bars had been set up, and, as if that weren't enough, Clint Jones had mixed up two mammoth bowls of rum and vodka punch.
Peggy had gone through three glasses and she was just woozy enough to follow everybody's lead. But, thankfully, not enough to pass out -- an ideal equilibrium.
Already, couples were starting to disappear behind file cabinets and into vacant offices. Peggy was headed for her fourth glass of punch when Mickey Dale grabbed her arm.
"Hi, Peggy!"
"Oh, hello, Mickey."
Mickey had been drinking quite a bit, that was obvious. Peggy wondered if that were wise. The boy was still in high school, and worked afternoons in the mail room after classes.
"Gee, I sure like that dress you got on," he said, watching the hemline rise almost to her panties, as she bent to crush her cigarette.
"Oh, thank you," she replied, blushing.
The boy was puzzled by the blush, something he hadn't seen for a long time, and he decided to pursue the subject further.
"As a matter of fact, I like anything you wear."
Peggy smiled shyly, and tried to keep the pink from spreading all over her face again. She had already caught his meaning.
"I just love the curve of your leg, here," he said, reaching out to caress the top of her thigh where it vanished under her skirt.
Peggy started at his touch. She liked the boy and even thought of him as sexy -- but she hadn't imagined he would just reach out and touch her legs. It must be the booze. Nevertheless, she felt a shiver run through her body as his warm hand moved under the material of her dress.
"Some day I'd like to feel the inside curves -- wrapped around my back," he said, arching his eyebrows and laughing.
"Mickey! My God, you're just a boy!" Peggy gasped.
He grinned. "But I been around... baby."
"Well, not around me," Peggy said.
"Okay, I'll wait!" Mickey laughed, and moved off to greener pastures.
Good Lord, Peggy thought, does my new liberated mood stick out all over?
She was at the punch bowl now.
"Small fry bothering you?" said a deep voice from her side.
"What? Oh, no. I don't think..."
"I'm from advertising. You don't know me."
Peggy followed the stranger's eyes down to her blouse. Somehow all the buttons and been undone and most of her tits bulged naked above her bra. She quickly started buttoning them.
"It's all right," the man said. "I love tits."
She liked his straightforward comments, after all the teasing innuendoes of other men. "Good," she said, leading him on. "What else do you like?"
"Oh," he said, looking carefully down the length of her body. "I like backs and good round asses and soft legs."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah," the man grinned, moving his hand to caress her leg. "I like soft pussy. Just like yours."
"That's funny," Peggy answered, bolder now -- and definitely feeling her three drinks. "I happen to like cocks!"
"Let's go," he said. "There's an office empty down at the end of the hall."
"Now just a minute... what makes you think..."
"Don't you?" he said, leading her down the hall, into the office and locking the door behind them.
He was very handsome, very self-assured, and very big. Peggy hoped he was big all over.
"Yeah," she grinned. "I guess I do." It all happened so fast, Peggy wasn't sure that it was really happening. She shrugged out of her clothes and slipped off her panties as if she were in a dream.
The man lay on top of her, heavy and hot. His chest crushed against hers, flattening the full curves of her tits, pushing her nipples down. His prick moved between her thighs, searching for an opening.
Peggy threw her legs up. The stranger pushed against her, pressing insistently with his firm cock. Suddenly, with a rush, he rammed all the way inside her cunt!
It hurt her for a minute. It was all so sudden. She really didn't have time to get ready. But soon she fell into the rhythm of it, moving against him as he pushed forward with his strong hips. She was enjoying it -- but all the time she was half-dreaming.
With a wild yell, he came inside her, filling her cunt-hole and spilling cum out onto the carpet. He didn't seem to care about her at all as she struggled against him, trying to reach her own climax. Just like that he pulled out, stood up and slipped on his pants.
"See ya around," he said. And then, before Peggy could even catch her breath, he was gone.
He didn't even bother closing the door behind him!
"Jesus," she hissed, and then gasped as Mickey moved through the door, smiling.
"I'm too young, huh?" the boy said, closing the locking the door behind him. "I listened, and I'll bet he didn't even take time to get you off!"
"Mickey!" Peggy rasped, pulling her dress over as much of her naked body as it would cover. "How dare you...?"
The boy pulled a good, hard, thick cock out of his pants and crossed the room, waving his prick at her.
"Do I dare?"
Peggy threw her dress aside. "Hurry! Get your clothes off and get down here!"
"Let me get into something comfortable in the other bedroom," Gloria told George. "Then bring her to me!"
In the larger of the penthouse's two bedrooms, Gloria stripped and searched in the closet for something appropriate to wear. Finding a shortie nightgown with a low V-neck coming down to the waist, she swiftly slipped into it.
In the full-length mirror on the closet door, she studied the effect of the shortie nightgown. It was tantalizingly low-cut. The inner curves of her plump tits could be clearly seen. And it was sheer. The nipples made rosy shadows through the material. The gown ended at her hips. She was elated -- and not a little turned on -- to see some of her black, curly pubic hair peeking out beneath the hem.
But then Gloria was always turned on when she saw any part of her body. She loved beautiful women's bodies -- and hers was the most beautiful she had ever seen.
She slid her fingers down and combed them through her pubic bush until she found her cunt-slit. She traced the lips back and forth from asshole to clit until her pussy started oozing. She continued the action until her fingers were wet and sticky with her own lubrication.
Then she brought them up to her mouth and licked them until only saliva remained.
By the time the door opened behind her, she was so hot that she would suck or fuck anything -- let alone the ravishing young beauty that stepped through the door in front of George Houston!
The girl was young -- younger than Gloria remembered when she had first seen her in the main floor offices.
She had the face of a fashion model -- high cheek bones, thin lips, slanted eyes. Her hair was long and thick, framing her exquisite features like a halo.
Her figure was too voluptuous for fashion modeling, though. Her hips were too full and the cheeks of her ass were too jutting, too sexily rounded, her tits were huge where they threatened to explode through the silky material of her blouse.
Her eyes were taking in the nakedness of Gloria's body through the sheer nightie. But they didn't mirror desire -- they mirrored shock.
"Her name's Candy," George offered, pushing the girl toward Gloria. "But then, I guess you already know that."
"Yeah," Gloria said, "I know. Jesus, honey, what a doll you are!" There was a long, awkward pause. "Can't you say something?"
The girl tried, but only a squeak came out of her mouth.
Gloria stepped very close to her, the front of the nightie dancing from the sway of her huge tits.
"God, you're luscious, honey. We're just going to have a wonderful time! But you look so young and innocent."
Candy attempted a shy smile and licked her lips nervously. "I... well, I..." She glanced around at George, who was leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.
"Never mind," Gloria said. "Let's get you naked. I want to see your tits and pussy!"
She started removing Candy's clothing -- first the blouse and then the skirt. Then down came the panty-hose. Gloria made sure she palmed every inch of the girl's round ass and full thighs as she moved.
"Now the bra!" Her hands went around the girl's back, found the hooks and eyes, and unclasped the bra. Her heavy tits spilled out as the bra floated away. "Mmmmmmm, nice. Damn nice," she breathed, bringing a new flush to Candy's already reddened face.
Candy shivered with embarrassment. Her arms folded themselves over her tits. Gloria smiled and gently forced Candy's arms away from her rounded tit-mounds. Candy bit her lower lip.
"Let me look at than, darling," Gloria purred. "They're so nice. So round. I could eat them up!"
She suddenly put her hands on the girl's tits and started to massage them. Candy was startled at first but remained still, her arms held firmly at her sides.
Gloria was tired of fooling around. Her own body was on fire. She could feel juices oozing from her cunt-lips to drip from the ends of the darkly matted pubic hair between her legs.
"I want to suck your pussy, kid. I want to stick my tongue up your sweet cunt and up your little asshole. I want to wash those beautiful tits of yours with my lips, with my tongue..."
"Oh, my God..." Candy started to step away.
"Candy!" George said from a corner of the room.
The girl froze.
Gloria knelt, tugged Candy's panties down and tossed them aside. Candy was naked. Her tits were voluptuously rounded, hanging from her slim frame. Her thighs were long and slim, and her skin was smooth.
"Let's go to bed," Gloria breathed.
"George... do I have to?" Candy whispered softly.
"Yes!" George hissed.
The girl responded like a robot. Woodenly, she walked to the bed and got on it.
"Christ, kid," Gloria hooted. "I know ol' George has been shoving his cock up your cunt and probably up your ass, too! Well, honey, you ain't been loved until you've had another pussy love ya! You'll probably never go back to ol' George!"
Without another word, Gloria pulled off her nightie and joined Candy in the bed. She moved close and hovered over her. When their nipples touched, Candy gasped.
She looked petrified!
Gloria dropped her head and tongued at her nipple. Then she closed her mouth over as much of Candy's luscious, creamy tit as she could get between her lips. Candy cried sharply as she felt the hot wetness on her tit.
Gloria's mouth traveled over every inch of tit, leaving warm, wet trails and sharp bites. Then she started down Candy's perfect body. The tip of her tongue entered the crew of her navel and Gloria felt a violent belly contraction.
There was no doubt about it. Whether the girl wanted it or not, Gloria's expert tongue was having its effect on her body. Cunt juice was oozing from her pussy-lips and running in thin drops from the curling ends of her pubic fur.
Gloria worked her fingers back and forth in the girl's pussy-slit until Candy's hips started to gyrate and her ass lifted off the bed.
"Oh, oh, that's good! Oh!"
"So you're a hot little number after all, huh?" Gloria said.
"I..."
"Do you want it, baby?"
"Want what?"
"My tongue. Do you want my tongue in your pussy? Do you want to come?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Candy moaned.
"That's alt I was waiting for, baby... an invitation!"
Gloria covered Candy's body with her own and slid down until her oozing cunt-slit was right before her eyes. The raw pink flesh, with its heavy, musky smell, drew her tongue like a magnet.
Her tongue darted out, licked at Candy's erect little clit a few times, and then forced its way between her glued-up pussy-lips to enter the girl's tender cunt.
"Oh, good," Candy gasped, her body going wild with the contact. Her pussy became a teeming, wildly aroused mass of hot flesh under Gloria's probing tongue.
"Is it good, baby? You want some more?"
"Oh, yes... oh, fuck! Gloria, fuck me... it feels so good, so fucking good!"
"I want to love you all the way, honey," Gloria cooed, pulling her tongue from her clutching pussy. "I want to lick and tongue you from the top of your cunt to the top of your ass!"
"Yes... yes, please, do it! Please!" Candy panted. She was a hopeless mass of hot flesh, now. She lifted her legs high in the air and spread her legs wide. She pushed the balls of her lists under her asscheeks and brought herself clear up off the bed until all her weight rested on her head and shoulders. Her cunt and her asshole were pointed directly toward the ceiling.
Gloria's head literally dove between Candy's upturned asscheeks, her tongue darting, serpent-like, out from her parted teeth and lips to circle and tickle the sensitive skin around Candy's contracting asshole. Then she ran her tongue down to the very edge of her ass crease, gathered a great glob of saliva on her tongue and started up, over and down again in a sweeping, lapping motion that ended directly on top of the girls' pulsing clit.
"Ohhh, God! That's wild!" Candy shrieked.
"That's the wildest, craziest sensation I've ever felt in my life!"
Gloria smiled to herself, knowing all about the sexual spasms she was generating in the girl. She returned her tongue to Candy's asshole. Again, she tickled lightly before driving the tip deeply into her quivering flesh. In and out of Candy's tiny asshole she plunged her hot tongue, each stroke driving deeper than the last!
"My pussy, my pussy! Oh, please, do that to my pussy! I'm coming!"
Gloria slid her long tongue deep, deep into the girl's cunt. She stepped up her pace, her tongue swelling as it shoved again and again inside her hot cunt-hole. As her tongue kept on jolting and riding the walls inside Candy's cunt, the girl grabbed Gloria's hair and pulled her face -- hard -- into the seeping mass of her pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh, heaven... it's heaven!"
"Come, baby, come in my mouth! Give me all the sweet juice in your pussy!"
"Oh, I'm there... I'm there, Gloria! Tongue it... fuck it... pound my cunt with your tongue! I'm coming... coming like hell!"
Two fingers slipped into her pussy and massaged her soft, slick inner cunt-walls. When they were removed, Gloria's hot tongue spin took their place. It felt like a thick spoon on the roof of Candy's cunt as it worked its pleasure-giving way through her hot cunt-hole.
Candy writhed like a woman possessed as Gloria's fingers dug expertly into the soft flesh of her thighs. Candy hissed with lust as she felt a finger go up her asshole in tempo with the tongue that reamed out her cunt.
A female growl erupted in her throat as she felt her clit being sucked into Gloria's mouth.
"Oh, damn, damn, damn! That's good! Suck, Gloria, suck my cunt! Stick!" Candy wailed through a violent climax and nearly fainted. Gloria's grasping hands clutched the cheeks of her ass and pulled her pussy hard into her face.
Candy shuddered out her pleasure as Gloria slurped the remaining juices from her cunt and kept right on wildly eating her.
When she opened her eyes, she looked through a slight haze to see Gloria's pouting asscheeks above her face. Between the white ass-globes was the dark-fringed, gaping slit of Gloria's pussy. It gleamed like the raw meat it was, and juice from it dripped down to stain Candy's hair and eyes. And then, as she moved slightly, the cum-nectar flowed into her open mouth.
"No!" she cried. "No, I can't do it!"
Frantically, she pushed Gloria's cunt from her face and struggled to rise from the bed.
"Oh, Jesus," Gloria hissed, pulling her back down beside her. "What a quail I got my hands on. George, stick a cock in her somewhere! Maybe that will help her get in the mood!"
George was stripped in seconds. He hated Gloria, but he loved the way she engineered fuck parties!
Even though he was a young boy, Mickey Dale came after Peggy like a mature sex maniac.
He ripped at his clothes until he was completely naked. Then he fell to the floor with Peggy and slid his hands up the backs of her legs. He slowly worked his way upward until he cupped her firm, jutting asscheeks. As his hands moved, Peggy's body shook with the pleasure she was anticipating.
He kissed her gently and then pulled his head back and stood up. She put her arms around him and pulled his body tightly to hers.
"Take it easy, baby. You'll be ready too soon."
"Oh, God! I'm ready now!"
He could sense the urgency in her body. His nostrils filled with the smell of her cunt. His hands worked between her thighs, feeling desire flow through her pussy.
"You gotta be cool," the boy said. "You gotta take your time and really enjoy! You don't want me to poke you and run like that last dude did, do you?"
Oh, my God, Peggy thought, now a little kid is telling me how to fuck? This is really the day of days. Merry Christmas!
His eyes fasted on her body. The soft light played over her rounded form, highlighting her full, ripe tits and the mature, womanly flare of her curving hips. His eyes glued to the jutting firm mounds of her tits as she moved and undulated against him. Her flesh jiggled and bounced gently. Her nipples were rock hard and they throbbed with passion.
Her hands went up to her lush tits. She lifted them in her palms.
Mickey watched with fascination as she held her tits out to him, her thumbs strumming her nipples.
She saw it in his eyes -- his boyish bravado was breaking down! Peggy was taking over, becoming the master. Well, at last! she thought. It's about time!
He wanted her badly, now. Game time, for him, was over.
"Let's fuck now!" he growled.
"I want you to eat me first," she purred. "I want you to suck my cunt."
"Shit, I ain't gonna tongue your pussy. That dude's cum is still in there!"
"Eat it!" Peggy cried, feeling the first real jolt of pussy-power she'd experienced today. "Eat it, or get out of the way so I can go find somebody who will!"
"Shit," the boy whimpered, and shifted his body until he was between her open knees.
"Ohhh, yes, yes! I want it... I want your mouth."
He kissed her. Her hips shot up to meet his mouth, and he let his tongue lash out passionately. His tongue worked hungrily over her pussy-lips, darting in and out of her soft, pink flesh. He lifted her asscheeks, moving her cunt as close as possible to his pleasure-giving mouth.
Then suddenly, Peggy was squirming and wriggling away from him. "I've changed my mind!"
"I don't want your tongue anymore. I want your cock. Fuck me!"
"Jesus, lady, you are fucking weird." He jammed his face back into her cunt.
"No, you asshole!" Peggy hissed, tugging him up over her body. "I don't want your tongue, in my cunt. I want your cock -- big and hard -- filling it up!"
She wrapped her legs around him and moved against him, the hard line of his upright prick trapped against the soaking furrow of her cunt.
"Damn, this is crazy..."
"Shut up and rub! Rub my clit! Bring me off, you bastard -- and then fuck me!"
"Shit," he moaned again. But he did as she commanded.
Her supple legs twisted together in a death grip around his body. Between the warm, soaking flesh of her inner thighs, his long, hard cock lay nestled in her damp, hair-fringed cunt-crevice -- waiting only for the quick, delicious snap of his hips to elevate his cock slightly and sink it into the soft, eager lips of her quivering pussy!
Peggy kissed him hungrily, biting his lips until he was sure she would draw blood. She sucked his tongue into her own mouth and urged him on with both words and actions.
"Please, baby, please... now! Shove your beautiful, big, hard, pounding cock clear up into my cunt! Fill me with it!"
She guided his ready prick, its head filled with hot blood and hot cum, over the warmly jerking ring of her asshole. It caused her to jerk spasmodically. Then she moved it into her wet, heated cunt-furrow. She teased his hard rubbery cock-tip up and down over her aching clit, through the wet folds of her damp cuntlips, and into her cunt.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Now I've got some cock! I've got a cock!"
Her thighs opened and closed in wild abandon. Farther and farther she worked the blood-engorged head of his vibrating prick into her trembling pussy.
The pressure in Mickey's balls climbed and soared until he thought the skin would shred and cum would soak the churning asscheeks of the beautiful woman spread before him.
He leaned forward and ran his hands up and down her throbbing thighs. At the same time, he jammed forward with his pulsing cock and slipped up to his balls in her hot, tight cunt.
He withdrew until just the knob of his prick, with its red, flaring ridge, was visible between her supple cunt-lips.
"God... good pussy," he mumbled.
"Then fuck it, you asshole!" Peggy screeched. "Pound your damn cock into it, because it's ready for you! Fuck your prick in there, because you might never get pussy like this again!"
He suddenly levered forward, his mind out of control with desire. The full length and width of his heaving young cock flashed through the moist, clutching walls of her cunt. Peggy felt a maddening ecstasy as she began to roll and fling her ass up against his driving prick.
"Oh, God, God, God... it's so damned good!"
Grinding ecstasy filled the crevices of her cunt. His cock-meat burned. He cried out in agony. She gasped and screamed. The agony was ecstasy -- and it drove them on!
"Oh keep fucking, keep fucking, baby!" Peggy cried. "Jesus, you got a big cock for a kid!"
Kid, huh? Mickey thought. I'll show you kid!
He fumbled in his pants on the floor beside him until he found the rubber cock extender he always carried with him. His own cock was nearly nine inches long and three fingers thick. The cock extender made it over a foot -- with a fist sized head!
"No, no, you asshole! Don't take it out!"
"Just for a second," the boy chuckled, slipping the added phony cock-meat over his own.
The mention of asshole had given him a new idea!
With the extender in place, he positioned the huge head of his cock at her asshole. Before she could object, he rammed into her, sending half his mammoth cock up her ass-channel in one plunge.
Peggy screeched!
He rammed again and felt his pubic hair crunch against her cunt.
She screamed again and her eyes closed. Her body sagged. She was out, but she continued to fuck, her hips moving automatically.
Mickey didn't wait for her. He came, grunting, his cum bubbling up and trickling down and out nearly as fast as it gushed in. Whether it sapped his strength or whether he just didn't give a damn, he didn't know. He held her there, loosely, so that her weight rode his cock heavily while it spat out its load.
"Don't stop... oh, Jesus, don't stop!" Peggy wailed, her eyes still closed.
She was out cold and still she demanded his cock. He pulled out of her. Peggy struggled to follow, and fell to the floor in a heap.
Mickey wrestled his body quickly back into his clothes. He didn't even bother to wipe the cum from his shrinking prick as he stuffed it back into his shorts.
He watched the grotesquely sprawling form of this beautiful, voluptuous woman. She was whimpering, in a semi-conscious state on the carpet. Her legs were spread open and he could clearly see the pink lips of her soaking cunt where they gleamed beneath her wet pubic hair.
He had, a sudden desire to shove his flaccid prick into her cunt -- to give her exactly what she had begged him for, now that he had managed to bring her to such a low level by fucking her ass with such ferocity.
He knew, as he scanned the fullness of her ripe body, that he had wanted to do such a thing to her before. Now that he had finally done it, he felt wasted, empty.
He rolled her to her side and looked at the damage. There wasn't any.
The crease of her ass was almost black where it ran down between the fleshy bronze of her asscheeks. Between her legs he could just make out the wiry hair of her cunt, where her pussy-slit and her asshole met, in dark, furry perfection.
His cock started rising again.
"Get out, you asshole!" she yelled.
He stepped through the door and moved down the hallway. He heard their voices just as he neared the elevators. Opening the door leading to the stairs, he darted through it. When the voices past, he cracked the door and peeked out.
It was Dennis Watson and his secretary, Norma. One of Norma's tits was out of her bra, covered by Dennis' hand. From the bulge in the front of the man's pants, it was obvious to Mickey that they were looking for some place to fuck.
Without pausing, they went directly to the room that Mickey had just left. Dennis didn't knock, he produced a key, opened the door, and they stepped inside.
I'll be damned, Mickey thought. So it was Dennis Watson's office he had just gotten fucked in.
Chapter Six
Henderson Cummings swayed drunkenly against one of the makeshift bars. He couldn't believe what had just happened to him. A little redhead from the comptroller's office had just sidled up to him and, without a word, pulled his cock from his pants and sucked him off.
And now he couldn't believe the sight in front of him. The annual office Christmas party had turned into a full-scale orgy. Oh, everybody always got fucked at other Christmas parties, but they had always been discreet, going off into offices and the mail room.
But not this year! This year, one of the new secretaries had gotten carried away on top of a desk, doing a terrific strip-tease. Then, when she was completely nude, she had thrown herself on her back and begged somebody to fuck her. Two guys from shipping quickly obliged -- and the orgy was on!
Even though Henderson was loaded, his eyes were alive as they tirelessly roamed over the scene. In one corner, a beautiful woman lay on her back with her kicking legs thrust high in the air. Her thighs were wrapped around the hips of a young, good-looking stud who was driving his cock into her cunt full force. Just in front of his face was the ass and swinging balls of a second young man. He was fucking his cock down into the woman's throat.
Across from them, a redhead with huge, melon-like tits was wildly bouncing her pussy up and down over a man's prick while she sucked the cock of another man who stood in front of her.
Just beside them, two girls were wildly eating each other's cunts while a man ground his cock up one girl's asshole.
A scream of pain brought Henderson's attention to a desk in the center of the room.
Roy Harris, the office janitor, a huge man with an equally imposing hunk of cock-meat, was inching said meat up a young girl's ass.
Henderson blinked in disbelief at the size of the janitor's cock. He could surely ruin the girl's pussy, let alone her asshole. But Roy seemed determined that her asshole was where his cock was going to go!
The girl screamed and Roy moaned as over half his huge cock sunk into her ruptured ass channel.
"It's too big! It's too fucking big!" the girl cried.
"Then why ain't you tryin' to get away from it, Momma?" Roy replied jabbing.
"Because I want it!" came the reply.
Another ear-wrenching scream erupted from the young girl's lips as Roy rammed the last of his twelve inches up her asshole. The thud of his pelvis hitting her ass echoed throughout the room. The girl pitched forward, her face ground into the carpet.
She had passed out cold, but Roy kept lunging his bloodied cock in and out of her ass. He was fucking her so hard that each powerful thrust shoved her inert body a few inches along the carpet.
Across the room, Henderson's eyes met those of Jane Carr. The handsome, forty-ish widow was one of the few women left with any clothes on. Henderson watched her move her hands across her tits. He suddenly realized that he was reading an invitation in her eyes.
Jane had been dubbed the office mother. Everyone cried on her shoulder. And it was generally conceded that she was a prude and that ice water ran in her veins.
The look she was giving Henderson was far from prudish. It said: "I want to be fucked!"
Well, why not, Henderson shrugged. He hadn't fucked a woman older than he was for years.
He took one more gulp from his glass, then started over. Jane was waiting for him. She'd flung the gauntlet and he'd accepted the challenge. And even as he moved toward her, he knew that neither of them had been merely teasing.
To let him know she meant business, Jane shrugged out of her blouse as Henderson approached her. She had been waiting twelve years to do something like this -- and now that the time had come, she was going to enjoy it.
Henderson was amazed at the size of her tits. Jane had always walked around the office stooped over, evidently to hide her generously endowed chest. Now, standing straight, her tits jutted to immense proportions and threatened to leap out of her bra.
"Henderson, I'm forty-seven years old," she announced when he reached her.
"I don't care," he replied.
"And I haven't been laid in twelve years."
"All the better. Where shall we go?"
"Why don't we just act young again, like these kids, and fuck right here?" she smiled.
"I agree," he groaned, his eyes feasting on her chest. "I'm not afraid to throw it to you right here on the floor in front of everybody!"
"Then do it!" she sighed, reaching, behind her and unclasping, her bra.
The moment it fell away, Henderson was at her tits.
His mouth was wet and hot and utterly thrilling. His lips closed over one of her hard nipples, and the rough tip of his tongue slid across the sensitive, aching point.
"God, that feels good!" Jane sighed. "Do you know who the last man who fucked me was, Henderson?"
He didn't care but he mumbled something that resembled, "Who?"
"George Houston, the bastard. He fucked me the afternoon of my husband's funeral, and I've felt so guilty I haven't done it since!"
Damn, Henderson thought. Has ol' George banged every woman in the office?
He went to work on her tits with real gusto. Twelve years, he thought. Damn, she'll really have it stored up!
Jane shuddered helplessly and her knees turned to water. Only his arm around her waist prevented her from falling. He eased her down to the floor and took a position next to her. She tore at his crumpled pants with both hands. When they were down below his knees, he rolled his hips away and kicked them off.
His hands and lips were all over her. The ripping away of her panties echoed throughout the room. Her own moans of pleasure were lost in the chorus of sighs and groans and grunts and gasps. She sensed movement near her, and a bare foot brushed her naked shoulder.
The room was like a steam bath, and the mists of lust enveloped all of them. Jane stiffened when she felt Henderson's lips tickle her belly. And she cried out with need when his tongue thrust into her navel.
His strong hands gripped her legs and spread them wide apart. She nearly fainted when she felt his hot breath fanning her sensitive cunt-flesh.
And then his lips were on her and his thrusting tongue was driving her to the highest peaks of pleasure. Her legs clamped around his head and he was captured in her soft flesh. His hands slipped beneath her clenching asscheeks and lifted her sweet cunt to his greedy mouth.
It was more than Jane could bear, this thundering sensation that ripped at her guts and inflamed the core of her being. She screamed as she felt herself slip over the edge and hurtle down into a wild orgasm.
In the brief moments of respite after her orgasm, she listened to the others in the room. She heard the women's voices imploring and praising. She heard coarse words and moans and sighs. She heard the wet sounds of kisses, the slaps of naked bellies.
And then there was no time to listen. Henderson, kneeling beside her shoulder, was lifting her toward him. Her cheek brushed his hairy belly as he guided her.
"Suck me a little!" he growled. "And then I'll fuck your brains out!"
He knelt in front of her, his hands on the back of her head. Jane bent forward and her lips grazed the hard, pulsing shaft of cockmeat that stood out from his body. She kissed his cock-head lightly and reached up with one hand to cup his balls, feeling the taut skin throb under her touch.
She looked up at him and saw that he was watching her. His face reflected the passion and sensations his prick was experiencing. She squeezed his balls lightly and he closed his eyes in pleasure, pushing his hips forward so his cock grazed her lips. She parted them and took his swollen, purple cock-knob between them, drawing her tongue across the tiny slit in the end.
His cock was hot and hard in her mouth. She pushed her head forward slowly, pressing her lips around his prick until she could take no more of him.
She rolled her tongue against his hardness and felt his hands tighten on her head. His hips were rotating slowly as he pushed himself forward, seeking more and more of the pleasure she was giving him.
Jane began to move her head up and down, his prick moving in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. She could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue as she tightened her lips around his hot cock-shaft. Up and down, up and down she moved, until his hip movements increased to a frantic tempo.
He began to moan. He closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back, pressing his hips even farther forward. Jane drew her mouth back, then caught the first few drops of clear cum on her tongue as they appeared on the head of his prick. She cupped his balls in both hands, and lowered her mouth over his cock again.
Henderson opened his eyes and looked down at her. He could see his raging cockmeat disappearing and reappearing between her lips. That, added to the pleasure he was feeling, was almost too much for him to bear. He pulled away from her, his prick popping out of her mouth.
"Gotta have your cunt now, Jane!" he rasped. "Jesus, twelve years. I'll bet you can come ten times."
"A hundred!" Jane cried. "Fuck me!"
Dennis and Norma, mouths agape, stared down at Peggy Fair's naked body. She stirred, her eyes half-closed.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Somebody, fuck me!"
"Jesus, Norma, what shall we do with her?"
Norma smiled. "What did we say back in the hotel, Dennis? We're going to love each other, but with no strings after we're married. You don't want me to be like your wife. You want an open, liberated marriage."
"Yes," Dennis nodded.
"Thea we might as well start now, darling. Fuck her!"
"Jesus, you mean right in front of you, Norma, honey?"
"Yes!"
"Fuck me, God, fuck me!" Peggy mumbled from the sofa.
Dennis had never fucked an unconscious woman, nor had he fucked one woman in front of another. But Norma was right. Life with her would be like this after he divorced his wife, so he might as well start right now.
He approached the couch. "Feel okay, Peggy?" he asked.
If she acknowledged the question at all, the recognition was so imperceptible he assumed she was out for real. He stared at her lidded eyes, looking for any sign of life. Then slowly, he pulled his cock from his pants and daubed it along the moist, hair-lined ridges of her cunt.
Peggy stirred, thrashed momentarily, then was still except for the heave of her tits.
"Go on, Dennis, go ahead!" Norma urged from his shoulder as she shucked her clothing. "Shove it in her!"
Dennis was overcome by all the fresh new urges awakening in his body. He threw himself over Peggy, balancing himself on one arm, while with the other he grasped his burgeoning prick and nudged it against Peggy's gooey cunt-lips. Carefully, he pressed forward.
When the rubbery head of his cock was just inside her pussy, his prick came, to life -- as did Peggy!
She started moving, hunching her cunt up to get more of this new cock.
Dennis was more than ready. But she wouldn't be still. Her lust was too great. She couldn't hold still, even as she groaned and begged for his cock in a drunken monotone.
He seized her writhing hips. He kneed her legs far apart and thrust his cock at her honeyed cunt. He jabbed, time and again, until Norma finally found him with her hand. His cock was guided and then he was there, pounding his hard prick up Peggy's unresisting pussy-hole.
She groaned and howled as she felt the ridge of his hard cock scrape across her erect clit. Norma glanced down between their fucking forms, watching the throbbing length of Dennis' cock sinking into Peggy's slippery, ready cunt. Her dark eyes glittered with lust and amusement.
"In, baby, in! Shove your big cock all the way inside her!"
Dennis shoved in full, groaning with lust. Peggy opened her eyes and focused on her cunt. She humped, fucking up at him on every lunge. Her wet pussy became an agitated fuck-tube moving like oiled velvet back and forth, up and down, over his ramming cock.
The rest of her body remained still. She didn't even blink. But her cunt gaped open, snapped tight, kneaded and sucked at the hard meat of his cock. Her slick velvet cunt-flesh rippled, seethed, and spewed juice out to bathe his slapping balls.
"Oh, shit, good! Good cunt, good fucking!" Dennis chirped, totally caught up in the spirit of wild sex.
Norma settled her pussy over Peggy's face. She had thought about sex with her friend ever since they had started rooming together. Well, now she would have it, and Dennis besides.
"Who... wha..." Peggy moaned, her eyes opening wide and clearing momentarily.
"It's Dennis, honey," Norma said. "My boss. He's fucking you, baby. Is that all right?"
"He's a cock, isn't he?" Peggy rasped, reaching up and pulling Norma's cunt down over her mouth.
Between George and Gloria, they got Candy positioned just right, on her elbows and knees, with her ass gleaming in the air. Gloria was pleased. The girl had, calmed down a lot when she knew she was going to get George's cock in her.
And when it was in her, when George was fucking her good, little Candy was going to taste some pussy -- Gloria's pussy!
"Let me get it ready for you, George," Gloria said, moving around behind Candy's creamy, weaving ass.
"Cock," the girl moaned. "Fuck me with cock!"
"You'll get cock, darling," Gloria cooed. "Soon enough."
Suddenly, she reached down and forced three stiffened fingers into Candy's cunt. Candy jerked, twisted and tried to hump as Gloria fucked into her hot, wet pussy with slushing sounds.
When her fingers were wet, Gloria smeared them over the girl's asshole, then pushed her thumb in to the knuckle, retaining her three finger penetration of Candy's cunt.
Gloria writhed in the grip of a strange pleasure. She rubbed her own cunt greedily. Saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth and tiny mewlings of rising joy escaped her throat.
"Goddam, let me at her!" George cried.
"In a minute," Gloria moaned. Her cunt felt as if it would turn inside out with need. She held her fingers deep in Candy's holes and raised up until she could press her open pussy against the mound of Candy's asscheek.
Straining and panting with the awkwardness of her position, Gloria fucked herself on Candy's protruding ass-mound, digging furiously.
"Come, come, come... make me come with your ass-flesh, you little bitch!" Gloria hissed. She ground her splayed cunt-lips and erect clit against Candy's soft, resilient ass.
And then she did come!
Her orgasm was like a series of hard blows to her belly, bursting flesh and cunt-juice and ripping nerves from her pussy.
Whimpering happily, Gloria fell over the girl's body, her mouth smearing open and wet over Candy's back. After a few seconds, she slid back, sitting flat on the floor, her head resting against a sofa and her cunt just in front of Candy's frightened face.
"Fuck her now, George. Ram your cock up her ass and her face into my cunt!"
George moved in behind Candy with a growl, his hand holding his aching prick. When he moved to jab for an entry, Candy made it for him. As his darting cock-tip entered her asshole, her body humped and strained.
Panting heavily, George maneuvered his lunging cock until it was buried high and deep in her clenching asshole. Then he hunched over, trying to grasp and hold onto Candy's thrashing body. His nails left long red lines on her back.
"You're in her, George!" Gloria squealed. "She's got all your big beautiful cock in her ass! Hump her! Fuck the shit out of her! That's what she wants, George! She wants your prick to split her in half!"
George went wild. He truly became an unreasoning animal, bent only on satisfying his own lust in the tight asshole enveloping his cock.
"Fuck her, George! Oh, shit, pound her! Fuck the shit out of her!"
George was galvanized. His cock was in to the hilt in Candy's sweet ass -- and her face was inches from Gloria's hot cunt!
"Suck it, Candy," he panted. "Suck that beautiful cunt for her!"
Candy tried to squirm away from the older girl, but before she had a chance to get very far, George grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head back down.
"Suck it, I said!" He held her head firmly in place as Gloria maneuvered her hips against Candy's mouth.
Candy's whole body went stiff when she felt the hot wetness of Gloria's cunt as it covered her nose and mouth. She opened her mouth to gasp for air and tasted the cunt-juices that suddenly covered her face. George held her tightly as she squirmed, like a madwoman, making loud grunting and groaning sounds.
"Get the tongue going, cunt!" George roared. "Suck her!"
Candy complied, extending her tongue until it met with Gloria's hot cunt-hole and went inside. She moved her tongue in and out of her creamy cunt, feeling the pressure from the girl's swollen muscles close around it.
Gloria was writhing and pumping, nearly out of her mind from the sensations. Suddenly, she began moving faster, grinding her cunt into Candy's face with a frenzy. Then she went rigid and began a law moan that finally erupted into a scream as her orgasm racked her body.
Candy could taste hot pussy-cum as it gushed out of Gloria, and she felt the other girl's clit throb with orgasm. She gasped for breath and reached up, trying to push Gloria away. George let go of her hair and grabbed for Gloria, his prick swollen and pulsing visibly as it slipped from Candy's asshole. Roughly, the man pushed Candy away and grabbed Gloria, throwing her onto her back and squirming between her legs.
"Get out of here, bitch!" he growled to Candy. "Get out!" He plunged his raging cock into Gloria's cunt, and she thrust her hips up to meet him, crying out eagerly.
"Goddam you, Gloria, you bitch!" he thundered, driving his massive cock again and again into her cunt-hole. "You're still the best! I love you, you cunt!"
"I love you, too, George! Fuck me! Fuck me like the good old days!"
Candy stumbled from the room. Her legs and hands were shaking. Her mouth was covered with sticky cum. She felt sick and desperately wanted to get away. She managed to stumble down the stairs, hearing the frantic grunts fading behind her.
She didn't look back as she lurched through the door to the switchboard room and grabbed for a phone.
She managed to make the connection.
"I want to talk to my father," she wailed. "His name is Art Ferris... Lieutenant Art Ferris. He's in Robbery Division."
His deep, comforting voice came on the line in less than a minute. "Ferris here."
"Daddy, it's me, Candy! I want to come home!" she whimpered. "I'm sorry, Daddy, and I won't run away again. I'll go back to school and everything!"
"Where are you, baby? Tell me!"
"I'm at Houston Cosmetics, in the Houston building. Oh, Daddy, it's awful. Please come and get me! You were right, teen-age girls shouldn't be on their own!"
"I'll be right there, honey!"
Viola Cummings, Lynne Watson and JoAnn Houston stepped from the car in the Houston parking lot and headed toward the building. The wife of the owner of Houston Cosmetics and the wives of the firm's two top executives were laughing about their little surprise.
"Henderson will just die when he sees me!" Viola Cummings said. "He's always told me these office parties are such a bore!"
"Everything Dennis does is a bore," Lynne Watson added. "He probably isn't even taking part in the party... too busy with his damn books!"
"Well, thanks for coming along, girls," JoAnn Houston said. "Fifteen years of office Christmas parties and George has never let me attend a single one. It makes me wonder. That's why I called the two of you this morning for moral support!"
Henderson Cummings had never had a blow-job like the one Jane Carr had given him. Now her soft, round ass was directly in front of him and she was moaning in anticipation.
Henderson put his hands on her asscheeks and spread them until her puckered asshole was clearly visible. She was making urgent noises and wiggling her ass at him.
"Ohhhh, do it, do it!" she urged, trying to squirm backwards toward him.
He raised up on his knees and aimed his massive prick at her asshole. He pushed it into her asscrack and then pressed his cock-head against her puckered skin, feeling it pulse and contract. He thrust his hips forward and felt the head of his cock pop inside her clutching ass. He groaned with the maddening feeling of being engulfed by the almost painful tightness which contracted around his cock-meat.
He pushed farther in, with a slow, even stroke, until his balls were resting against her cunt-lips. He hesitated a moment, trying to stem the tide of pleasure that surrounded him. But Jane was eager for him and began to sit back on her hips, pushing against him, forcing him farther and farther into her asshole.
"My God, you're good," he groaned, watching his cock disappear into her tight asshole. "So fucking good!"
"Fuck me, lover!" she cried. "Fuck me deep and hard!"
Then they were both caught up in uncontrollable passion as their orgasms overtook them -- wildly pressing their bodies together and crying out as a terrific force coursed through them!
Henderson's body went stiff and his prick sent spurt after spurt, of hot cream deep into her ass. The muscles of her asshole clamped around his spewing prick and held it so tightly that he couldn't pullout.
Suddenly, she lurched forward and rolled onto the floor in a heap. Her knees hurt and her body ached, but her cunt was on fire and throbbed with passion. Desire still raced through her -- and she knew she had to have more of the feeling Henderson had given her.
She stretched out on her back and held her arms up. "Please!" she said. "More!"
Henderson stood up over her, his prick still hard, pointing out from his body. "Good," he breathed. "I'm glad you want more... because you're gonna get it!" He grasped his cock and began to stroke it back and forth. "I'm going to split you wide-open with this, honey! And you're going to love it. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. That sweet cunt of yours is going to grab onto this and you're going to taste my cum because I'm going to shoot you so full you'll drown!" He knelt down between her legs, spreading them wider. Then he guided his cock to her cunt. "Now fuck it, baby. Fuck it!" he rasped as he drove into her in one thrust.
Jane arched to meet his hot cock-flesh which tore into her like a branding iron. She could feel his cock-meat completely filling her insides. She tightened her cunt-muscles around him, pulling at him, squeezing him. Henderson moaned and began to piston in and out of her pussy-hole in short, wild bursts.
The contractions of her cunt felt like hands massaging his prick, and he began to feel a fiery ache in his balls. He ground himself in and out of her violently. Jane moaned deliriously and rotated her hips around, pushing and puffing his prick.
She began uncontrollably thrashing at him as he leaned over and reached for her tits, cupping and kneading her giant tit-globes as he drove his big cock again and again into her cunt.
"I'm coming!" Jane suddenly shrieked. "Oh, God, I'm coming so fucking good! Fuck me, Henderson... fuuuuuck meeee!"
"Me, too, baby, me too!" the big man bellowed. "I'm coming like a fucking river into your beautiful, sweet cunt!"
And, at that moment, Henderson looked up -- and stared right into his wife's scowling face.
Gloria reveled in the gushing sounds that George's cock and fingers made as they fucked in and out of her cunt and ass. She was close to coming.
And then she was there!
She was coming, coming like she had never come before... coming like a loving wife with her husband's cock buried deep inside her.
"Yes, yes, yes!" George chanted as he felt his own climax hit, the hot spurts of his sticky white cum flashing like a floodtide along his cock from his balls. "Me, too! Me toooooo!"
Whirling spurts of his hot white cream washed Gloria's cunt-walls, filling her pussy.
Peggy Fair awoke and the sight beside her disgusted her. "My God, this is what I wanted?"
She dressed quickly and took the elevator down to the lobby. The phone range three times before he answered it.
"Bob?"
"Yeah, honey."
"Bob, I love you and I do want to marry you. And I never want to see Houston Cosmetics again!"
"I'll meet you at the apartment in an hour," he replied. "Be packed."
She was just going out the door, when a police lieutenant tapped her shoulder.
"Miss, what floor is Houston Cosmetics on?"
"Twenty-first and second," Peggy replied. She smiled as she added, "but the party's on the twenty-first."
