As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
Newspapers today carry accounts of people who have never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in high political office today offers yet another example.
Bonnie Hanson is a woman of the present. Living a life of existential hedonism, she refuses to worry about tomorrow. Her main concern is for today and the pleasures it brings. Sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying neither emotional ties or moral overtones.
HOT TO TROT SECRETARY-the story of a young woman who embodies the lifestyle of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Ooooooh, Jeremy, I can't believe how good your cock feels in my pussy!"
Bonny Hanson squealed and squirmed with delight beneath the masterful hands of Westwood High School's Dean of Students, Jeremy Garrett. Her cunt gushed with pleasure as Jeremy's cock dove in and out of it in an increasing frenzy of lust and desire.
"Oh, Bonnie, your cunt feels so good on my cock, so tight, so juicy! I can't believe how fantastic it feels!" He breathed hotly against her neck. His cock thrust deeper, harder, while his hands groped the firm, pliant flesh of her tits.
Bonnie's fingernails raked paths down the smooth, muscled flesh of his back. It had been so long since she'd had a cock in her cunt and she couldn't believe her good fortune. She arrived at the school this morning as nervous as a teen-ager because of her job interview with the dean. But one look at Jeremy when she'd entered his office and the sparks just seemed to fly.
Jeremy had had his arms around her and was cupping her super sensitive tits before she had even had time to gasp out her name. She arched her back against the soft, luxurious shag carpeting of his office floor. The texture of the fibers only added to the waves of sensuous delights washing over her.
"Oh, fuck me, Jeremy!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard and deep. I need it so bad! Oh, you don't know how long it's been. So terribly long since I felt so good! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fffuuuccckkk mmmmeeeee!!"
Her legs circled his back driving his cock into the deepest regions of her cunt. She pinned him to her, unwilling and unable to allow him any avenue of escape.
Not that he would have tried such a foolish thing. Jeremy had never felt such an instant rapport with a woman in his life. His eyes had met and locked with Bonnie's and he knew that for the first time in his career he would be reaming the hell out of a woman on the floor of his office.
Bonnie's cunt began to quiver. She was just seconds away from the first orgasm she had known at a man's touch in over six months.
"Oh, bring me, Jeremy. Bring me! Make me come all over your rug!" She thrust her flowing cunt up to meet his driving prick.
Again and again he thrust into her. Over and over he reamed her with his pulsing prick. He felt the thunder in his balls. He was ready, more than ready, to shoot his load into her welcoming cunt.
"Now, Jeremy! Now!" she wailed.
His cock exploded inside her. Spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum juice shot into her slopping wet pussy. He couldn't seem to stop himself. When he thought surely he had run dry, his cock seemed to swell yet again, and he pumped her until he lay still against her from sheer exhaustion.
Bonnie's cock starved cunt quivered and shook with the force of his orgasm. Jet streams of pleasure shot through her. Her own orgasm began as a tiny bud in the middle of her pussy, then blossomed into an awesome explosion of power and delight that threatened to sweep away her sanity. Her pussy contracted against his shooting cock time and time again. She wanted to suck him dry, suck that prick with her cunt until there was nothing left in it to suck.
"Oh, Jeremy, you've made me so happy. Oh, oh, Ooooooohhhh!" she squeaked. Her legs held him hard against her.
Finally, sated, she allowed him to roll off of her, but even then she was not finished with him. In the aftermath of the most mind blowing orgasm of her life she could not allow him total freedom. As he lay next to her on the carpet, his breathing heavy, his eyes closed, she pulled her naked body against his and stroked the fine hairs of his chest.
"That was the best," she murmured, "the best of my life."
"I think it was for me too," he admitted. "Damn! I don't know what came over me. I've never done anything like that before!"
"Me either," she assured him. "But there was just something about you-"
"I know, I felt it too. When you walked through that door my cock started to get hard. I couldn't believe it! I mean, it's not like I'm starved for pussy." He looked at her quickly, embarrassed.
"It's all right," she said. "A man like you is bound to have a lot of women around."
"I'm no celibate bachelor, that's for sure," he said, "but I at least like to be introduced to the women I make love to before I take their clothes off."
She smiled. He was so nice, on top of everything else. She didn't think there were any nice men left, not after what Roger had done to her.
"Well, I'm Bonnie Hanson," she giggled, reaching her hand over and playfully shaking his cock as though it were his hand.
"I'm more than pleased to meet you," he grinned. "And if you keep that up we'll never get this job interview started."
"You mean you're not going to hire me," she pouted, suddenly remembering what she had come to the dean's office for in the first place.
She had been looking for work ever since her divorce, but with few marketable skills she had been turned down time and again. Now if Jeremy turned her down, too, she didn't know if she could bear it. She gave his cock another playful squeeze, wishing that it were once again hard and tunneling deep into her lusty cunt.
"I must say you've got the inside track on the job," Jeremy smiled. "But can you type?"
Then he realized suddenly that he didn't care if she could write her own name. He was going to hire her for the job. He couldn't stand the thought of having her out of his sight, and maybe fucking another man as well. He wanted this hot little cunt all to himself, at least for the time being.
"I can type pretty well," she said proudly. "I've been taking night classes at the college. I had to get some skills fast after my husband dumped me."
"He sounds like an A-number one fool to me," Jeremy said, his hand reaching over to grab a fistful of creamy white tit.
"Oh, Jeremy," she sighed. "I thought you said you wanted to start the job interview. I'm so horny right now, that if you keep that up I'm going to start sucking on that gorgeous prick of yours."
He sucked in his breath at her lusty words. "Don't let me stop you!"
Greedily Bonnie leaned over Jeremy's trim body. Her hands folded around his flaccid prick, gently stroking the curling snake that had given her so much pleasure just moments earlier.
"Whatever you say, Jeremy."
She stroked the stiffening prick with her hands for several seconds, touching him, feeling him, wanting to know every inch of his quivering cock. Then her hands trailed down to his thighs, touching the inner length of his legs. One hand came back up and cupped his balls, gently, carefully, like fragile pearls.
Her mouth descended on the head of his prick. She heard him sigh and smiled that she could make him feel so happy. He had done her a tremendous favor this morning. Only last night when she had tried again to bring herself with her hands and she thought she would go out of her mind if she didn't have a cock soon. And now she had not only had one helluva fuck, but she was ready, willing, and able to give Jeremy Garrett the blow-job of his life.
Her lips closed over his prick. Up and down, in and out she sucked the now, hardened piece of cock meat. Her tongue licked and laved the entire length of him. Over and over she sucked and pulled at the huge prick.
"Oh, Jeremy, you taste so good," she murmured against him. "So very good."
He sighed and moved his cock deeper into her mouth. She was driving him wild. Her tongue and teeth were doing what he had only dreamed a woman could do to him. He'd had blow-jobs before, but never like this! She was like something out of a fantasy. He touched her hair suddenly, her face, her mouth as it continued to trail up and down his cock. He wanted to make sure she was real.
"Aaaahhhh," he sighed, reveling in the sensations of her tongue against the tip of his cock. This was no dream. This woman was driving him mad. She didn't have to even know the alphabet! This woman was going to be his new secretary.
"Oh, suck me, Bonnie!" he groaned. "Suck me! Take it all in your mouth! Please! Suck me dry! Let me come in your mouth! It's all right if I come in your mouth, isn't it?"
Bonnie glanced up as his lust contorted features. He had actually asked her if it was all right for him to come in her mouth! She couldn't believe it! She knew suddenly that if she said no, he wouldn't do it. He would hold back and come again in her cunt. The man actually had enough respect for her to ask!
Her heart warmed to him. She wanted nothing more in the world than to please him.
"Oh, Jeremy," she choked, pulling her mouth away from his prick for only the briefest moment. "I would love for you to come in my mouth. That's what I want you to do more than anything. Yes, Jeremy, yes, come in my mouth. Shoot your load down my throat!" Her mouth dove back onto his prick, sucking, stroking, licking for all she was worth.
He stilled her head against his prick, holding her there. His thrusts began bolder, deeper. He felt the back of her throat with his prick. Damn, she was good, so very good.
"Then take me," he gasped. "Take it all because it's ready. I'm going to shoot, Bonnie. I'm going to drown your throat in my cum!"
Her mouth worked with a frenzy now. She slurped and lingered and laved the mighty prick. She took as much of him into her as was physically possible. Choking tears sprang into her eyes, but she did not stop, did not want to stop. She wanted all of him and she wanted him now.
Come, Jeremy, she prayed to herself. Come for all you're worth. I want to drink your cum, I want to taste you. I want as much as you'll give me and more!
He arched his prick into the deepest recesses of her throat. When it came the explosion was even more intense than he had thought it could be, especially after the wild fuck session they had already had. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot into her gulping throat. He watched with aching sparks of pleasure as she swallowed load after load. Even after he was spent she continued to lap his prick. It was as if she didn't want to miss even a single drop of his cum. She was undoubtedly the best fuck he'd ever had in his life!
"Oh, Bonnie, you are a fantastic woman," he breathed, patting her blonde hair as it fell in curtains around his softening prick.
"You are delicious," she announced. "I could do that every day and never tire of it."
He eyed her with a dangerous glint, but there was a hint of humor in his expression as well. "Woman, talk like that could get you a daily blow-job."
"Ooooooh," she squealed playfully, "promise?"
He swatted her naked behind and sat up opposite her. He pulled her against him so that she was sitting in his lap on the floor, her firm ass cheeks butted up against his prick.
"Where were we in our interview?" he asked with a grin.
"I think I introduced myself," Bonnie replied. "And then, of course, I took the typing and dictation tests and passed with flying colors."
"Funny?" he mused, "I don't remember giving you those particular tests." He smiled wickedly, "but I do know that you passed them."
"You mean I got the job?" she shrieked happily.
"You are now my secretary, Bonnie Hanson," he said.
"Oh, Jeremy," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. "I don't know how to thank you!"
"I think we'll come up with a way," he sighed, his hands already reaching for a firm, ripe tit.
CHAPTER TWO
Bonnie finished applying just a trace of pink lipstick to her sensuous lips. This was her first full day on the job and she wanted to look her best. Without false modesty she looked in the mirror and frankly liked what she saw. She was a good-looking woman, but smart enough to realize that looks weren't everything.
Jeremy Garrett was a godsend in more ways than one. He had given her a job she desperately needed, but almost more importantly he had given her the fuck she had craved for months.
Roger's demand for a divorce had taken her completely by surprise. She had thought they had a good marriage. Her self-confidence was badly shaken when he told her there was someone else, had been for months. Pride kept her from fighting the divorce, and against the advice of her attorney she had not asked for any support payments. If she was going to break up with Roger, the break was going to be permanent and clean. She wanted no monthly checks to tie them together.
Now her cunt tingled as she walked out to her car, her only concession against her pride during the divorce. If she were to make it on her own she had to have transportation, and since she and Roger had had only a meager savings account it would have taken months before she could afforded to buy a car on her own.
She climbed behind the steering wheel and thought of Jeremy. The forceful yet gentle way he had made love to her yesterday was a whole new experience for her. Roger had been interested in only his own gratification when they had had sex. She hadn't really known it could be any other way, so those rare times when she had had orgasms with Roger had been enough. Now she knew they were not enough and would never be enough again. With Jeremy she had come again and again, and now she would never be satisfied with less.
She wondered if he would take her again today. The look in his eyes when she had left his office yesterday afternoon had suggested that he would. She hoped so. Already her cunt was an inferno of lust. She wanted him so badly that she had had to finger fuck herself last night just thinking about him. The results had been pitifully inadequate, but it was the best she could do without a cock.
Maybe he'll ask me for a real date sometime, she thought hopefully, then instantly quashed the thought. Jeremy was an important mart in the community, dean of the high school, president of the chamber of commerce. He wouldn't want to be seen in public with a woman who had grown up on the wrong side of tracks as she had. Her parents had both been alcoholics and had died years before their time, leaving Bonnie an orphan at a tender age.
It was small wonder that she had married Roger Benton as soon as she had turned eighteen. He was the first man she'd ever known who hadn't beaten her to get what he wanted. But the marriage had only lasted four years, and only now did she know how many affairs Roger had had on the side. It made her feel dirty and cheap. No, she was definitely not the sort of woman Jeremy Garrett would want to associate with socially.
But she would take what she could get from him at work. Her nipples hardened as she drove. He had sucked them so tenderly yesterday, forcing the peaks to become stiff beneath his touch. Oh, Jeremy, please fuck me this morning, she prayed fervently as she parked the car and headed toward her office.
Jeremy wasn't in yet when she arrived. She was so horny she thought she was going to go out of her mind. Just the thought of Jeremy sent ripples of undisguised lust coursing through her. If she didn't get some relief soon she felt she would surely explode.
The phone rang and she nearly jumped at the sound. "Hello," she managed weakly, then remembering where she was quickly added, "Dean Garrett's office."
"Hi, Bonnie, this is Jeremy," the husky male voice on the other end of the line said.
Her knees quaked at the sound of his voice. God, how could a man she'd just met yesterday do this to her?
"I'm going to be a couple of hours late this morning," he told her cheerfully. "I'm having a little car trouble." He tried to picture her voluptuous curves in his mind and his cock began to harden. "I hope you don't miss me too much. I mean, this being your first day on the job, I know I really should be there."
"It's all right, Jeremy," she smiled. "I'll do just fine. I've got this stack of letters you showed me before I left last night. I'll just get started on those."
"Good girl," he said. "I knew you'd make one helluva secretary." The suggestive note in his voice left her gasping for air as she slowly replaced the receiver.
"Oh, I wish you were here now, Jeremy," she groaned to herself.
"Hi, is the dean in?" a friendly male voice suddenly asked from behind her.
Bonnie was so horny she almost jumped out of her chair. But the face she turned toward the student was professionally composed and expressionless.
"I'm sorry," she began, "the dean isn't ..."
Lord, she thought, they didn't build high school students like this when she went to school! The boy was huge, well over six feet tall, and built like a football player. He was very good-looking too, she noticed. Damn, what was the matter with her? Jeremy had reawakened fires within her that had been aching to be quenched and now she found herself having lust-filled thoughts about a boy! Surely he was just a boy, she scolded herself. But the size of his crotch, and, she gasped, the obvious hardening of his prick in his pants were giving her serious doubts about his innocence.
"So the dean isn't in," the boy finished for her. "Too bad. I really need to see him." He stuck out his right hand. "I'm Ned Reed. I play football on the team. We're going to state this year."
Bonnie shook his hand lightly, surprised by the sparks that shot through her at his touch. She really was becoming quite wanton! What was the matter with her? Lusting after a high school boy, really! She should have been ashamed of herself, but somehow she wasn't. The boy was as horny as she was. It was written all over him.
"You'll tell the dean I was here," he suggested quietly, his hand still maintaining a light hold on hers.
"Of course" she stammered. "Red Need, I mean, Ned Reed. I'll tell him you were here." She didn't want him to ever let go of her.
"You're the new secretary?" he asked, shifting his young male body closer to hers.
She was acutely conscious of the scent of his cologne. Well, he couldn't be all that young, could he? She thought desperately. What was she thinking of things like that for? Her mind was no longer her own. How could she be thinking what she was thinking? Wondering what this athletic young man would look like naked?
"When will, the dean be coming in?" the boy asked.
"Not for a couple of hours anyway," Bonnie heard herself saying. God, she was actually beginning to suggest to the boy that they were all alone, that no one would disturb them for quite some time.
She was so horny and she reasoned to herself that it was partially Jeremy's fault. He had stirred the embers of a banked fire yesterday and now she was a blazing inferno of insatiable lust. She had missed sex so much during those six months since her divorce, that now she was feeling the urge to make up for lost time.
"Why don't you have a seat and wait for him?" Bonnie suggested. "Unless you have a class you have to get to."
"I don't have any classes for another hour," he smiled, leering intently. He was undressing her with his eyes. "My first class is study hall and I skip it all the time."
"Then you can wait here," Bonnie said lightly, though her knees were shaking.
Could she really make love to this boy? Hot sparks shot through her cunt. Damn Jeremy, why did he have to be late today! He could be in his Office right now quenching the fires that threatened to consume her. Instead he was out, and, she reasoned, who knows what he was really doing. Car trouble indeed! Why didn't he just catch a bus? Take a taxi?
Maybe it was because the reason was female. He could be holding a willing, lusty body in his arms right now. His cock would be rigid, her cunt would be oh, so willing . . .no! Her mind shrieked. She couldn't think of such things. Jeremy had a right to his own life, she had no claims on him.
"Well, then, he doesn't have any claims On me either," she whispered.
"What was that?" Ned asked.
"Oh, nothing," she smiled sweetly. "Are you sure you're comfortable out here? We could wait in Jeremy's, I mean the dean's office.
"Now that does sound more comfortable," Ned replied, pure undisguised lust dancing in his eyes.
Bonnie astonished herself by returning his look. He was horny, she was horny. Why not?
"Step this way please, Ned," she smiled, leading him into Jeremy's spacious office.
She eyed the luxurious carpeting, unable to quell the memories of yesterday afternoon's glorious fuck session. If only Ned were you Jeremy, she sighed. But she was too horny to worry about the consequences of taking advantage of a student right now. What would Jeremy think of her? After all, he was the dean.
Her cunt made up her mind for her. It was literally sopping with her need to be fucked. She didn't waste time on preliminaries. She turned to face the boy, her arms circling his neck. She had locked the door to Jeremy's office from the inside, and any chances of being disturbed were now removed as she took the phone off the hook.
Ned stared at the curving lines of Bonnie's generous tits. The word had gotten out in school yesterday that the dean had hired one helluva foxy lady to be his new secretary. But he had had no idea just how foxy. Suddenly his lips crushed against hers.
"Oh, Ned," she breathed against him. "You're going to be good. Oh, I can tell, you're going to be so good."
His mouth explored hers. His tongue invaded the warm, soft caverns of her inner cheeks and teeth. He hadn't had too much experience with the actual fucking end of the sex business yet, though being a football jock had given him more experience than most guys at Westwood High. But he sure knew how to kiss!
Bonnie couldn't believe the delights this boy was evoking in her just the way his lips moved against her. Her body flamed with need. Her last faint touch with reality before she let the tide of her emotions engulf her was that Jeremy really did have car trouble that would keep him away from the office for the next hour.
"Touch me there, Ned," she breathed, as she felt him unbuttoning the front of her dress. She was so eager for his touch that she helped him with the buttons. Quickly she shrugged out of the dress, leaving it in a small pile on the carpeted floor. Her bra and panties went next.
He gasped at the sight of her perfectly formed body. "You've got the best tits I've ever seen," he sighed, tweaking both nipples to stiff erection with his probing fingers.
"Get naked," Bonnie hissed, "please, Ned, I want to see your cock. Right now!"
Ned had no intention of arguing with her. As quickly as he could he pulled off his clothes, standing unashamedly in front of her with his rock-hard young prick.
"It's beautiful," she smiled. "Just beautiful. And more than ready to do the job it was made to do!"
"Your cunt is creaming, isn't it?" he asked, his fingers touching the light brown muff of her cunt hairs. His index finger probed gently between her cunt lips, smiling at the warm wetness he discovered there. Oh, this woman was going to be so much better than the girls he'd fucked in the back of his Chevy!
"Aaaaahhhh," she groaned with unleashed delight as his searching fingers found her clit. "Oh, that feels heavenly! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
"I have no desire to stop, ma'am," he moaned. He felt his knees bending and then he was kneeling before her naked, fur covered pussy.
His hands reached up and grabbed her slender hips, holding her in place. "My first feel taste of pussy," he grinned. "I'm actually going to taste pussy!"
His head moved forward. Bonnie stared at him. This boy was going to lick her cunt. She shivered with unbridled anticipation. Her own tongue licked her lips, as her cunt ached for his exploration.
His nose touched her fur first and he inhaled the fresh womanly scent of her cunt. She was hot all right. He'd been near enough pussy to know that Bonnie was more than ready for a good reaming.
His face nestled into her cunt hair, his tongue darting out and seeking what his finger had touched before. He sucked in his breath sharply when his tongue found her clit. He could actually feel it get bigger as the ministrations of his tongue grew bolder.
He licked between her cunt lips, stoking the bud with his tongue, sucking it gently between his teeth. The wetness in her cunt increased noticeably. He was definitely doing the right thing, he grinned.
"Oh, your tongue feels like heaven in my cunt, Ned," she sighed. "I don't think I can stand much longer. My knees are turning to jelly."
"Then lie down," he said, and watched as she stretched her supple form onto the soft carpet.
He was between her legs immediately, his tongue licking and lapping along the length of her cunt. As she trembled beneath him, he found he wanted more and more of her. He stabbed his tongue into her quaking pussy and felt her jump with delight.
"That's it!" she sobbed gently. "Oh, that feels so good! So perfect!"
Ned sucked happily at the womanly juices that were flowing freely out of Bonnie's cunt. She was delicious, better tasting than he ever imagined a woman could be. He thought the stories of tongue jobs on women were over done, but now he knew for himself that they were not. This woman was fantastic. The guys on the team would never believe this!
"Oh; stab your tongue into me! Deeper! Deeper!" Bonnie gasped. "Oh, don't stop! Make me come with your tongue. Oh, Ned, make me come with your tongue."
Ned lifted his head with a start. Could he do what she asked? He hated to tell her this was his first time tonguing a woman's cunt. But he didn't want to disappoint her. With renewed determination he returned his eager tongue to her gaping cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
Bonnie writhed and moaned beneath the onslaught of Ned's tongue. The boy was incredible, mind-blowing! Could she really be receiving such an incredible tongue-job from a boy so young? After what she'd felt yesterday with Jeremy she thought she had died and gone to heaven. Only now was she realizing that Jeremy had done to her what it was possible for many men to do. It was just Roger who hadn't taken the time with her. She was a lusty, healthy young woman, and it was her right to expect sex to be fulfilling. She would never expect or accept less again! Still, even as Ned probed her cunt with his tongue she found herself wishing it was Jeremy's tongue that lapped her so boldly.
"Oh, ram that tongue into my cunt, Ned! Ram it in! Make me come! Please, make me come!"
Again and again Ned Reed shoved his tongue into Bonnie's quivering cunt. Over and over he probed the deepest parts of her cunt. He wished that she would let him stick his prick in her now, it was so hard he thought it was going to burst apart at the seams! But she was so hot to have her cunt licked out that he knew it was best to do as she wished. Her cunt would be more than ready for his cock when the time came.
"That's it!" she shrieked. "Oh, Ned, you're bringing me! I can't believe it! I can't believe your tongue is going to make me come! Oh, ram it in, Ned! Ram it in hard and deep!"
Ned probed her time and time again. His fingers reached around and tickled her clit. That was all it took! All at once he knew what it was like to taste a woman's cum! His finger tweaked her clit and his tongue jabbed her cunt hole. Bonnie exploded onto his greedy mouth.
" Aaaaaauuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!'' she wailed. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh! I'm coming!"
She gushed cum juice. Mindlessly she convulsed against Ned's seeking mouth. She felt him gulping down her juices as greedily as a thirsty puppy. And still she could not stop herself. Again and again she contorted against his face.
"Oh, Ned," she breathed. "I don't "want this to ever stop."
Ned was happy to lap up every drop of her cum, but at the same time his prick was as hard as granite. He needed to do something about that right now!
"I love your cunt juices," he exclaimed, "but my cock is on fire. Please let me stuff it inside this juicy pussy of yours. Please!"
The pleading quality of his young voice did not escape her. He was not so experienced at sex that he could hold himself back for very long. Already he had done a remarkable job of restraining himself for her sake. Now it was her turn to do something for him.
"Give me that cock of yours," she begged. "I need it in my cunt as bad as you need to put it there. Oh, do it, Ned. I'm sorry I took so long coming with your tongue. I just couldn't help myself."
"It's okay," he gasped, shifting his position to enter her with his prick. "I loved every minute of it. I just need to shoot off bad! And I don't want to do it on the dean's carpet."
Bonnie laughed. "I don't want you to do that either. Come on, give me that big, fat, handsome prick. Shove it into my cunt up to the hilt!"
Bonnie grabbed his shoulders as he spread his hard, athletic body on top of her trim, supple one. She could feel the urgent probing of his thickened prick. It truly was amazing that he hadn't shot off already. She had to give him a measure of what he had given her. "Stab me with your prick, Ned!" she I pleaded. "Do it now!"
He loved hearing her beg for it. It was like an aphrodisiac to his already throbbing prick. He steadied himself above her, suddenly wanting to jab his cock into her full length in one solid, swift motion.
She sensed his intent and spread her legs wide in welcome. Her cunt was still creaming from the assault of his tongue. And now she was going to feel the full blown hardness of his prick!
"Now!" he shouted, thrusting his pelvis downward, grinning like a happy loon when he met and found her cunt on the first try. He sank into her pussy up to his balls and nearly exploded before he could begin to thrust in and out. But he held it off at the last possible instant and began to glide up and down in her silky, delightfully wet, hot pussy.
"Oh, sweet heaven," he breathed, "this is the best, the very best I've ever had."
Bonnie smiled to herself. He probably hadn't had all that much at his young age, but she was glad he felt that way about her cunt. Besides, she mused suddenly, he was a football player. She supposed it was possible that he had had this lovely prick of his in more than a few willing young pussies around the school.
"Oh, your cock is perfect," she sighed, "just perfect."
Ned's prick hardened even more at her words. He didn't think it was possible to be harder than he was. His prick was on fire. He'd never known such exquisite torture in his life. She was taking him to places his mind and body had never known existed. He was losing all sense of reality. He didn't remember any more that he was in the dean's office on the floor humping his secretary. His whole world was reduced to the incredible sensations of his cock in the warmest, sweetest pussy he had ever known.
"I'm going to shoot off, Bonnie," he gasped. He surprised himself to discover that he was almost crying. It just felt so good, so incredibly good. "I'm going to come, Bonnie. Oh, take it, take it all! Please!"
"Any time, Ned," she said, kissing his face, his mouth, his hair. "Any time you want to give it to me!"
His cock went off like a cannon. Hot spurt after hot spurt of cum rocketed into her. He came harder and longer than he ever had before. She had the pussy of a goddess! He shuddered as he spent one last load inside her, then collapsed against her curvaceous body in utter exhaustion.
Bonnie had come again at the same time Ned shot off. Her pussy gulped in the mass quantities of creamy cum he spurted into her. Now she eased him off of her body, smiling at him gently.
"That was one of the very best fucks I've ever had," she told him truthfully.
He smiled, knowing she wasn't lying.
She delighted him further by reaching down and running a slender finger through her sodden pussy and then bringing the cum filled digit to her mouth. She sucked their mingled juices from her finger until he felt himself growing hard again. The affect he had on her was astonishing.
"You don't suppose we could do it again?" he asked hopefully.
"Well, I think Jeremy, er, the dean, should be getting here very soon now," she lamented. "So maybe we'd better not. But you know where I am should you ever have to, ah, make an appointment with the dean again."
He smiled, genuinely pleased to see that she had liked their fuck well enough to invite him to do it again. No way were the guys on the team ever going to believe this!
CHAPTER FOUR
"I'm sorry I was late for your first day on the job," Jeremy sighed, taking in the voluptuous curves of his new secretary's body.
"Oh, it's all right, Jeremy," she purred. "I found plenty to do."
She giggled to herself as she remembered the deliriously happy Ned Reed she had let out of this office just fifteen minutes earlier. The poor boy had been so pleased with himself that he forgot to wait for the dean. She figured he would remember sometime later today, and smiled deeper at the thought of seeing him again.
"I don't like the sound of that," Jeremy said, drinking in Bonnie's face with his eyes. He waited for some further explanation, but when none was forthcoming he merely shrugged and hugged her tight against him.
They were alone in his office. He had gotten there as soon as he could, after spending the better part of an hour swearing in disgust at his nearly new car. The garage had started it for him finally, and he'd made it to work in time to notice that Bonnie looked uncannily like she had yesterday afternoon after their frenzied love making. But who could she have fucked here in the office? His suspicions were ridiculous. Lord, could he actually be jealous? He hardly knew her.
"Did you miss me?" he asked.
"You know I did," she sighed, and in truth she had. Even when Ned's steel hard prick had been reaming her cunt, she had wished that it was Jeremy. But what would he think of her if he knew? She felt his arms sweep possessively, suggestively around her. She couldn't let him make love to her now, she thought wildly. He was an experienced lover. He would know in an instant that she had been just recently reamed.
"Don't you think you ought to get me started on my secretarial duties," she chided him, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
"Your duties are going to be decidedly more than secretarial," he kidded her, but sensed the withdrawal in her, wondering at the reason for it. He knew she had enjoyed their fuck yesterday, even begged for it. Why was she putting him off now? He sighed. Women! There was just no understanding them.
"Okay, I'll show you how I want you to do the secretarial end of your job," he relented. He showed her his various files and told her how he wanted them kept. He spent the better part of an hour explaining everything to her. Finally her turned to her and said, "So, do you think you're going to like your new job?"
"I'm going to love my new job and you know it!" she beamed. But at his suggestive look she backed up a couple of steps. "Right now, though, I'm simply famished. I think it must be about time for lunch."
"I'll take you somewhere if you like," he said, happy to have the opportunity of an hour of her time away from the office.
She accepted readily. After lunch, she promised her quaking cunt, after lunch she would again revel in the delights of Jeremy Garrett's body. By then the evidence of Ned Reed would be gone.
They had a happy lunch hour together. Bonnie was surprised and delighted to find that they had so many things in common. They both loved sports, old movies, and rock music. And Jeremy didn't seem at all ashamed to be seen with her in public. In fact, he took her to one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. They had each had one too many drinks by the time they left to return to the office.
"Oh, Jeremy, lunch was simply lovely. Thank you," she smiled, rubbing a slender leg against his hard, muscled one.
"And I've got a little surprise for you, too," he said. "How would you like to go out of town on a little business with me? High school principals and deans are holding a conference this weekend in Chicago. I'd certainly love to have my secretary along with me."
"Oh, Jeremy, I'd love to go," she beamed. "It sounds fantastic. I've never been to Chicago!"
"Then that's settled," he announced. "Now there's just one more thing to settle." His hand curled possessively around her trim waist. "You are so beautiful and sexy. I don't think I'm going to let a day go by without fucking you at least once."
Bonnie giggled. "If that's a promise, I intend to make certain that you keep it."
His hands cupped her tits and frowned when he discovered that she was wearing a bra beneath her clinging dress.
"How about never wearing a bra in my presence again, my sweet?"
"I promise," she sighed. Her legs were quivering again. He was doing it to her. Slowly, surely he was transporting her to a world of sensual delight.
In the blink of an eye they were both naked. Bonnie had time to think only that Jeremy's office had become like her bedroom. In the space of twenty-four hours she had been fucked in this room again and again and again. And if she had her way about it, she would be fucked here many more times to come.
Jeremy teased her nipples to swift erection with his lips. "Oh, you feel so good. Your body is so perfect, Bonnie."
They sank to the floor of the office. Bonnie leaned back and allowed Jeremy to cover her body with his own. She wondered if he could smell the moist juices flowing from her cunt. She wouldn't doubt it. She could almost smell them herself.
Jeremy grinned. She was so hot he doubted he'd have to pump her more than once or twice to have her coming all over the carpet. His own cock arched at the thought. She was going to be one helluva secretary! He would have to remember to send a letter to Mrs. Davis and thank her for retiring last year.
Jeremy's prick hung just inches above Bonnie's quivering pussy. With infinite patience he toyed with the opening of her cunt.
"Oh, you're terrible," she gasped, but she was smiling. "You want me to get on my knees for it, don't you? Beg you to ream me out. I'll bet you'd even like it if I said you should fuck me like a dog!"
Jeremy took the cue. She wanted to take it like a bitch in heat, but she was worried about asking him to do her that way. He'd be happy to insist.
"That's a damned good idea," he crooned. "I think I would like to fuck my bitch like a bitch." His fingers tweaked her hard nipples. "Get on your hands and knees."
"Oh, no," Bonnie cried. "I was just kidding, Jeremy."
"Like hell you were." He could see the lust shining in her eyes. She wanted it as much as he did. "On your hands and knees, my bitch. Right now!"
Trembling, Bonnie took up the position she had craved for years. Roger would never do her this way, he said it was perverted. But more than anything, she wanted to be fucked like a dog. And this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Still, some learned sense of shame kept her from consciously telling Jeremy that she wanted it this way.
"Please," she begged again, "don't make me do it like this, Jeremy." But even as she spoke she was assuming the position. On top of the blue carpeted floor, Bonnie waited on all fours for her stud to ream the hell out of her.
She felt his hard cock nudge her asscheeks. His body leaned forward, his arms reaching under her to allow his fingers to continue their assault against her tender tits.
The tension in her pussy was incredible. It was a mixture of agony and ecstasy, an indescribable feeling. The head of his prick touched the entrance to her pussy.
"Please, not like this," she said hoarsely. She was so hot she felt she would collapse from the sheer torture of how wonderful it all felt. Then all rational thoughts were driven from her mind as Jeremy's powerful prick plunged into her desperate cunt.
Thrust after thrust he forced his way into her craving cunt from behind. She was so wet his prick almost felt like it was drowning. Her lack of an active sex left for so long had kept her delightfully tight too. He had noticed it yesterday, and now he was reveling in it again. His cock throbbed with pleasure inside her shuddering pussy.
"Oh, I can't believe how good it feels," she sighed. "Oh, oh, Jeremy, I can't believe it." Her own body began to buck and writhe in motion with his strokes.
His fingers pinched hard on her nipples, but there was no pain. "Pinch harder," she I shrieked. "Pinch the fucking buds off! Oooooh, Jeremy, my sweet, sweet Jeremy." There was little sanity left in her as Jeremy kept pace with her mounting need to come.
"Soon," she begged. "Let it be soon. I need it so bad, So damn bad!"
"It's coming, love," Jeremy promised.
His pumping shifted into high gear. Damn, she had one great piece of pussy on her! Again and again his cock sank into her luscious, creaming cunt. He could feel the urge beginning in his balls, but he held back. He wanted Bonnie to enjoy it as much as he did. He pumped harder still, his fingers reaching around her middle and tickling her clit at the same time.
"Aaaaaauuuugggghhhh," she screamed. "That's it! That's it!"
Her ass heaved and rocked in the throes of her orgasm. Jeremy could scarcely manage to keep his cock firmly impaled inside her. He held on, forcing her to come again and again.
"Oooooooh! I don't believe it!" she wailed. "Oh, you've done it again, Jeremy! Oh, it's so damned good. So incredible! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me forever! Ride me! Ream me! Oh, Jeremy, you are so good!"
Her cunt literally tried to suck his prick up into itself. She had gone wild with lust and his prick was demanding a piece of this exquisite pleasure.
"Come in me," she yelled. "Come in me, now!"
His cock shot load after load into her dripping cunt. His body shuddered at the intensity of his release. He was one man who never would tire of the female anatomy. Again and again he pumped his cum into her. Finally, his slackening prick slipped out of her pussy.
She surprised him then. Like a madwoman she turned and fell on his slickened cock with her mouth. She sucked wildly, like a person possessed.
"Oh, that tastes so good," she purred, "so wonderfully good." She lapped and licked his cum covered prick until he worried that she might accidentally swallow it, too, balls and all.
At last she lay back against the soft carpet and sighed. "Oh, Jeremy, if only I could make you understand what meeting you has meant to me. I know you're an important man in the community, and I don't want to put any pressure on you. But if you can just see you way clear to fuck me every once in a while I sure would be one happy woman."
Jeremy reared back his head and laughed, a laugh of genuine warmth and humor.
"Woman, I don't know what you're talking about. Important man in the community! What's that got to do with fucking my gorgeous secretary? You don't have to worry about my seeing my way clear to fuck you. In fact, you may find it difficult to assume more than a reclining position in my presence for a very long time to come."
She giggled against his naked chest. He was so wonderful. How did she ever get so lucky? She could fuck him a hundred times a day and never get enough. And, she decided forcefully, she intended to see that he never got enough of her.
"You think you really want to go with me to Chicago this weekend?" he breathed against her tits.
"I'd like to see you try and stop me now!" Then she grabbed his cock and began to slowly stroke it back to life.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, Chicago is even more exciting that I'd imagined it to be!" Bonnie exclaimed as she stared out the window of her lakefront hotel. Lake Michigan was in an angry mood and the waves breaking against the wall that abutted Lake Shore Drive were wild and frothy.
"Jeremy, I truly want to thank you for bringing me along on this trip. I'm not certain you really needed your secretary." She stared at him with her wide blue eyes and knew that if she wasn't careful she could care very deeply for this man.
"You're more than my secretary, Bonnie, and I think you know that by now." He held her firmly against him. "I'm afraid I have to go to this morning's meeting alone, but after lunch I'll be back and we can take in some of the shops in the Loop. Okay?"
"Oh, I can't wait."
After Jeremy had left Bonnie found herself growing restless. She missed him terribly, and yet at the same time she found herself trying to ignore the growing hunger in her cunt. Jeremy hadn't had time to fuck her this morning, and she was getting used to waking up in his arms. She had moved in with him on Wednesday. No strings, he had said. They'd just try it for as long as it lasted.
And, she thought miserably, he had added another condition. He had said they were both free to fuck around with other partners if they so chose. To Bonnie it meant that she wasn't enough for him and that hurt her deeply, though she did not tell him so. She didn't want to tie him down if he didn't want to be tied. And so she had told him that she appreciated his gesture. She would continued to fuck other men, since he would fuck other women. She thought she had seen a hurt look cross his face when she'd said that, but it was instantly gone, and she decided she had imagined it.
Who knows, she thought sadly, he could be fucking someone else right now. Why was she so incredibly horny lately? Ever since Jeremy had fucked her that first time she hadn't been able to satisfy her continual craving for sex. It was as though she had suppressed her needs so thoroughly after the divorce, that now she was making up for all the lost fucks she had missed out on.
Even Jeremy, with all of his prowess at fucking, was finding it hard to keep up with her. Maybe it was for the best that he had said they could have other partners while they were living together. She didn't want Jeremy to come to the conclusion that she was some kind of insatiable nymphomaniac!
She was startled out of her dreary thoughts by a knock on the door.
"Yes?" she called out, not feeling like walking to the door.
"Room service, ma'am," came a male voice from the other side of the door.
She frowned. She hadn't ordered anything. Maybe Jeremy had something sent up to the room. She crossed over to the door and opened it.
A rough male hand closed over her mouth before she could scream.
"Scream and I'll kill you," he hissed. "Understand?"
Terrified, Bonnie nodded, staring into deep brown eyes. The man wore a ski mask through which only his eyes and mouth were visible. The stark coldness of those eyes told her that her life was very definitely in danger if she did not do exactly as this man said.
"Whatever money you've got in this room, I want in this sack right now!" He shoved a brown paper bag at her.
Bonnie hurried over to her purse and pulled out her wallet. She began to extract the money.
Angrily the man jerked it away from her and shoved the entire wallet into the sack. "What else do you have? Jewelry? Anything?
Bonnie's eyes frantically scanned the room. She didn't have anything of value that he might want. God, what was he going to do to her?
"You're very pretty," the man said suddenly, his voice quieter. His hand reached out and trailed down one of her slender arms. She jerked it away as though she had been shot.
"Picky, huh?" he said huskily.
She stared at the growing bulge in his crotch. Oh, God, not rape, she prayed. Please, not that!
He began to undo the buttons on his shirt. "You expect your man back soon?"
"Any minute," she lied.
"I don't think so," the man said, continuing to remove his shirt.
Bonnie stared at the broad expanse of his naked chest. The darkly curling hair matted nearly his entire front torso. He was very muscular. She suddenly found herself wondering what his face looked like and she recoiled at the thought, what his cock looked like.
"Kind of lonely in the hotel all by yourself, huh?" he murmured. This time she did not pull away when his hand trailed down her arm.
What in heavens' name is the matter with you? She screamed to herself. This man could be some sort of homicidal maniac! And yet his fingers felt so gentle, like a caress.
"I'm not normally a rapist," he said, as if reading her mind. "It's just that you look so lonely. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think when I walked into this room you were also intensely horny. Am I right?"
Grimly, she nodded. What was the use in denying it? Her body was set on betraying her. She wanted to be fucked and she didn't care who did it. A stranger, a burglar no less, was making her weak in the knees. She wanted to feel him inside her, feel him now. She needed to come badly. Jeremy wasn't here. He would never know, never had to know, she rationalized ruthlessly.
"Will you hurt me?" she heard herself ask in a timid voice.
"No."
And she knew he wouldn't. He wasn't a rapist. He was a man who knew a horny woman when he found one. She stared at his eyes, eyes that had undergone an incredible transformation since he'd walked into this room. They had been cold and calculating, but now they were warm and unmistakably filled with desire.
"You are lovely," he said, as he opened the satin bathrobe that she wore. She was naked underneath having just taken a shower before Jeremy left. He gasped with pleasure at what he saw. Then he surprised Bonnie by removing his ski mask.
She stepped away from him, suddenly terribly frightened. Now she could recognize him.
"Don't worry," he said. "You won't tell the police what I look like."
The tone in his voice didn't strike terror into her, it struck wonder. She knew he meant that she wouldn't tell the police because she wouldn't want to. She wouldn't want to get him into any trouble. That was how sure of himself he was. How sure of himself as a lover. She felt as though she were melting when he gathered her up in his arms. How could this be happening to her?
He pushed her down gently across the bed and eased himself onto the soft coverlet next to her. "You are so pretty," he kept repeating. "This beats heisting a few bucks any day."
His mouth closed over her right tit, his tongue avidly flicking the nipple until it rose taut and hard. Bonnie nearly sobbed at her body's shameful response. How could she feel anything at the touch of this stranger? A criminal for God's sake?
The man sucked greedily. His right hand pinched and prodded her left nipple until it, too, stood erect. He continued sucking her tits, moving his mouth from one to the other, even kissing the valley between them. His warm, wet tongue explored the curving slopes of her full, firm tits. He tasted inch after inch of her.
His mouth then moved to the area just above her pulsing tit mounds. He kissed her throat, her chin, her face. His lips touched on her sensuous, curving lips. She held them tightly closed against him. How could she let this happen? His mouth hovered over her compressed lips, hesitating. Then he moved away to kiss her nose, her eyes, her forehead, and again returned to kiss her mouth.
This time, though, his kisses became more insistent. His tongue darted out, caressing her lips and seeking to pry them apart with peaceful persuasion.
When that didn't work, his kisses turned harder, more demanding. His tongue forced its way into her mouth. She started to bite him, but stopped when she felt his hand tighten perceptibly on her left nipple.
Lazily, he let his tongue trace the inner contours of her mouth. The man smiled inwardly, knowing that the involuntary shudder he'd just felt in her had nothing at all to do with fear. He had scored a point. It was just a matter of time. Eventually, this woman would have to acknowledge the growing desire he knew she was experiencing. He could wait for that time, knowing she would be a wildcat once aroused to a fever pitch.
His hand traveled over her gently rounded belly to stop suggestively just short of the silken hairs of her cunt. He curled several strands of hair around his index finger, gently twisting the soft muff. He could feel the faintest sensation of tremors racing along under her soft skin and his smile was tinged with triumph.
He laid his hand fully across her pussy. The massive size of his hand looked faintly menacing compared to the feminine softness of her pussy. His hand completely covered the down-covered mound of her cunt. He felt the rippling tremors under her skin even more clearly now, wave after wave of darting pulsations speaking plainly of her growing need for him. To hell with the money he had meant to steal from her. It hadn't been much anyway. What he was getting now was infinitely more valuable. His middle finger eased itself tenderly into the woman's warm, beautiful pussy.
With more care than Bonnie would have given a thief credit for, the man fondled her clit. She sighed, and for just a moment she was able to block out everything in the universe but the sensations being evoked in her body by the touch of a stranger.
In a moment, she thought hazily, I'll do something about this. In a little while, I'll assert myself, tell this man he had to stop. But now, oh now! Just a few moments more of this incredibly warm feeling. Oh, please, just a few moments more. His hand is so big. his fingers so knowing. He's so sure of himself and the ways of pleasing a woman.
Realizing the tide of her thoughts, Bonnie shook her head, trying to clear away the haze of lust that had clouded her determination. She forced herself to remember the circumstances. This man was a thief! He had broken into her hotel room and now he was seducing her! Seducing, having sex, fucking! Any name she could put on it, Bonnie thought, but not rape. It was definitely not rape. She was loving every minute of it, knowing even as she did that she would probably hate herself afterward.
God help me, she thought, don't let him make me enjoy this. Her only hope for a shred of dignity rested in some tiny bit of determination on her own part. But as his hand continued to fondle and caress her clit, Bonnie realized bleakly that she was too weak to stop him.
The man sensed her yielding to him and found to his surprise that it pleased him, not as a triumph over her spirit, but as a man making love to a woman. She was undoubtedly the prettiest woman he had had in a long time. And that she was finding him desirable as well, sent a thrill of masculine pride shooting through him.
He kissed each of her magnificent tits, then slowly left a trail of kisses to her waiting cunt.
"Spread your legs," he whispered urgently.
Knowing she would do so eventually anyway, Bonnie did as she was told. The taut muscles in her thighs relaxed, and her legs parted.
The man used two fingers to softly spread the woman's sweetly scented cunt lips. His tongue brushed the stubby lump of her delectable clit. Her body arched involuntarily. She felt herself floating away from the reality of the situation. He continued his delicate ministrations to her awakening clit.
His touch was light, yet also somehow firm. The movement of his tongue and lips was slow and sensuous, a teasing, erotic motion that made arousal swell within her.
Incredible waves of delight shot through her body. She tried to will them back, but the feelings were too good. She could no longer think clearly enough to object when the man positioned his smoldering prick above her mouth.
"Suck it!" he commanded hoarsely, spurred on by the responding need of her body.
It didn't even occur to him that she wouldn't take his cock into her mouth. All he could do was think of the wet warmth of her lips surrounding his raging prick. Just looking at her soft, parted lips made his burning needs flame even more. He wanted the sensation of her oral wetness and heat wrapped around his pulsing prick. He wanted it badly. And he knew he would continue to suck her pussy at the same time.
"Suck it!" he repeated, still with a commanding tone to his voice. A tone that spoke of his fiery, aching need and his growing impatience.
Awkwardly, hesitantly, Bonnie stroked the pulsing cock with her tongue. This man was a criminal! She again admonished herself. How could she dare touch him so intimately? How could she be sure he wouldn't hurt her later? Yet the thickened presence of his prick gave her time to think of little else. She wanted to suck that prick. She not only wanted it, she needed it badly.
He moaned as her tongue settled to its task. She became a bit bolder. She took the cock between her lips and gave it caressing little sucks.
Still receiving no objections, she grew bolder still and tilted her head to receive more of his throbbing cock into her mouth. She found herself fascinated by the length and hardness of the man's cock. With each suck she attempted to take more and more of him into her mouth.
Bonnie no longer fought the mounting waves of delight shooting through her own body. She reveled in the sensual delight he created within her with his manipulating tongue inside her cunt. She suddenly found herself hoping that she could make him feel as good as he was making her feel!
Her tongue licked and swirled along his cock shaft. His soft sighs and urgent moans gave her confidence. Almost with a will of their own, her hands reached up to cup and massage his taut, hairy balls. She felt him stiffen and catch his breath. Happily, Bonnie let herself float further away from reality, her whole universe compressed down to the sense of touch.
She realized with each succeeding beat of her heart that she wanted this man to bring her to an orgasm. She no longer cared that he had forced his way into the room. All she cared about was coming, and having him come too.
"Please, get in my cunt now!" she called out. "Please, I want you to come in my pussy!"
The man turned from her pussy and stared at her. Her eyes were wild with need.
"Please I need to come so bad! You do too! I know it! Please!"
He climbed off of her and re-positioned himself hurriedly. Her strength was greater than normal. All at once she was out of her mind with a need to come, to feel her body explode with sensual delight. Her writhing pussy humped and bucked in its aching need for release. The man studied her lust drunk features. He'd never seen a woman so primed and ready for a stud.
He forgot that he had come in this room to rob its occupants; he forgot that he had a woman waiting for him at home, and he forgot that someone else could come into this room at any moment. He only knew that the thundering force of his prick needed release. He rose above her, his knees separating the legs of the twisting body beneath him. He stretched his length comfortably, his burning prick only inches from her smoldering cunt hole.
Desperation fueled Bonnie's cries. "Oh, Lord, I need to come! Oh, please, mister, please, make me come. Make me come fast and hard!"
"You're going to come, little bitch," he soothed. "We're both going to come."
She felt the hard stab of his prick as it touched the entrance to the most intimate part of her. She screamed, but his mouth muffled her cries. He slid his cock deeper into her moist depths. When he reached the hilt of his prick, he stopped and held himself there, not moving for several seconds. He felt her cunt muscles contract around him, holding him prisoner in torturous ecstasy. His mouth moved to her throat, her tits.
Bonnie sobbed loudly and her chest heaved up and down. She was out of her mind with her need to come. If Jeremy had walked into the room right now she wouldn't have known who he was. She only knew that she had a cock in her cunt and she had to come with every cell in her body.
"Please," she moaned, "oh, please, don't make me wait any longer."
"I'll make you come," he murmured softly, his prick beginning to move within her snug cunt.
He was losing himself in a world of sensual delight. The fuse in his balls was on fire. This woman wanted the ultimate pleasure, and he would give it to her. In all his life he had never known such sweet torture. As his prick pounded inside her, striving for its final mind-blowing release, he reached a hand down between their bodies. His fingers caressed her clit and the nub tingled and rose in gratitude.
Bonnie's hips arched upward. As if with a will of its own, her body began to keep time with his thrusting cock.
One of his hands moved beneath her ass-cheeks, holding her hard against him. She reeled in blissful excitement as his pounding prick came in contact with her clit with each powerful lunge of his body.
She moaned in response to the overwhelming sensations assailing her. His tongue buried itself in her mouth once again. To their mutual satisfaction her own searching tongue reached out to explore him.
Spasms of incalculable delight wracked his body. Bonnie gripped her arms around his neck, crushing him to her. Her legs pinned his thrusting hips. Mind-searing passion enveloped them both. His prick shot hard and deep inside her. Thrust after thrust brought boiling hot cum spurting into her.
Her body jerked mightily. Her cunt greedily sucked every drop from his spewing prick. An orgasmic convulsion tore through her.
"Aaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she shrieked. "Ooohhhhh, it's so good, so damned good!"
"Oh, baby," the man breathed, "that was one of the best, all right." He lay to one side of her, taking in every curve of her slim body. She was a knock out.
"I just might stay here all day," he said.
"Oh, you couldn't do that," Bonnie gasped. She suddenly remembered who she was and where she was. Jeremy could be back any time now! His meeting was probably over.
"Don't worry, pretty one," he said, "I'll be leaving." He got up and climbed into his clothes. "And just to show you I'm really not such a bad guy, I'm even going to give you your money back." With that he handed her the wallet he had taken from her.
"I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything. Consider it a token of my appreciation. That has to be one of the best fucks I've had in a long, long time."
"Thank you," Bonnie said humbly. "I seem to be exceptionally horny lately."
"Well, if your boyfriend's really lucky, it won't wear off." With that he gave her an imaginary tip of his hat and walked out of the room.
Bonnie stared after him a long time. Much later when Jeremy had returned and once again made love to her she wondered if she had dreamed the whole thing. She was horny enough and it might have happened that way. Maybe it was best, she decided, if she never knew.
CHAPTER SIX
"What are you so nervous about, Jeremy?" Bonnie probed for the second time that morning.
He had been pacing the floor of his office for over an hour. He hadn't told her the reason he was upset the first time she asked and he didn't appear to be willing to tell her this time either.
Suddenly he stopped, swept her up in his strong arms and planted a firm, suggestive kiss: on her welcoming lips.
"Hmmmmmm, now that I like," she smiled.
"I must admit I like it too, but-"
"Jeremy, you're frightening me," she said. She had never seen him so upset. It had been like this for nearly two weeks now. Ever since he'd gont to a meeting with the football coach and the school's board of directors.
She wondered suddenly if he had heard about her incident with Ned Reed her first day on the job. She doubted it. Ned had been more discreet than she'd ever expected. And the incident had not been repeated.
Bonnie had had as much sex as she could handle from Jeremy. Her insatiable sexual cravings were easing just enough so that Jeremy was now the only man she needed. She still wanted sex as much as ever, but she was more careful who she had it with.
"I don't mean to scare you, Bonnie," he assured her. "I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Please, won't you tell me what it is? My problems are your problems."
He kissed her again, hard. "I think I love you," he sighed.
It was the first time she had heard him say it, except during moments of extreme passion, and she wanted to cry from happiness. "I love you too, Jeremy," she said quietly.
He pulled away from her. "That only makes it twice as hard."
"What?"
"That meeting I had a couple of weeks ago," he sighed.
"With the board of directors?"
"This school is dominated by athletics," he said, the words seeming torn from his throat. "Win at any cost is the board's philosophy. Any cost."
"What on earth do they want you to do?"
"I don't dare tell you, my love."
"You have to tell me, Jeremy. It's tearing you apart."
He looked into her beautiful blue eyes and hated himself for what he was about to do. Was he so shallow that he could do this thing to her? Hurt her as he now must do? Maybe destroy the tenuous threads of trust that had sprung up between them.
"Please, Jeremy," she repeated gently.
"There's a student at East Lake across town, Seth Thomas. If we had him on our team we would probably be assured of the state championship. His family is willing to make the move ..."
"Does the boy want to come to school here?"
"He's one helluva smart ass kid, Bonnie. He's got talent and he knows it. God does he know it. He's got conditions that have to be met before he'll come to school here."
"This is only high school for heavens' sake!"
"The board wants to win. The coach wants to win."
"And you?"
"I wouldn't mind winning, but not like this. This is nothing short of illegal, and it's definitely immoral."
"Immoral? What on earth does this boy want you to do?" She couldn't believe all of this tension in Jeremy was being caused by a football player!
"He . . ." Jeremy stopped. "How can I tell you this? You've become the most important woman in the world to me."
"What can I possible have to do with this?"
"Oh, God, Bonnie, this boy, this son of a bitch boy wants you ... to sleep with him." His eyes were downcast with shame and an unspeakable sadness.
Bonnie gasped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I can't even know this boy!" she cried.
"He's apparently seen you around or something," Jeremy said in a subdued voice. "He's agreed that if you . . . fuck him, he'll come over to Westwood."
"Oh, this is ridiculous! It's insane!" She looked Jeremy squarely in the eyes, but he looked away. He didn't want to put it in so many words, she realized suddenly, but he wanted her to do it! He wanted her to sleep with this boy!
"What happens if I don't do it, Jeremy?" she questioned quietly.
"I'll lose my job."
She sighed wearily and walked over to look out the window of his office. Could it have been just minutes ago that she had felt so happy, so fulfilled? Jeremy had told her he loved her. And now he was asking her to fuck a high school boy to protect his job!
"All right," she said, her voice toneless, "I'll do it."
He wanted to take her in his arms, but the look in her eyes stopped him. He wondered if she would ever look at him with respect again.
The meeting had been arranged. Bonnie was wearing her sexiest dress and sexiest perfume. Dressed to the nines, she thought sarcastically, for a high school boy! A high school football player who wanted to use her body as surely as if he had asked the coach for a car or money!
How in the world had this Seth Thomas ever chosen her as his price for his services to Westwood High? Had he ever seen her before? It just didn't make any sense at all.
A knock on the door kept her from thinking about it any further. She had already been nearly hysterical about it for days. She wouldn't even speak to Jeremy. When he had tried to fuck her she had pushed him away. How could he ask this of her?
She opened the hotel room door and stared into the grayest eyes she had ever seen. Dark hair framed a hard angled face. He looked predatory, like a wolf, she thought involuntarily.
"I'm Seth Thomas," he said insolently, striding into the room.
Instinctively Bonnie backed away from him.
"You were expecting me, weren't you, Bonnie?" he grinned.
Damn, she thought, he had to be the cockiest, most self-assured, kid she'd ever seen in her life. He looked more like twenty and acted like thirty.
"Come on, sweetheart, you're supposed to show me a good time. Or didn't anybody explain the facts of life to you?"
"You're an insufferable brat!"
"So I've been told." His laughing gray eyes didn't leave her face. He was used to having his way with a woman, any woman, Bonnie thought. This boy was no boy. Experience wise, he was aged far beyond his years.
"So get your clothes off, hot stuff," he sneered. "Ned Reed told me you're the best lay he's ever had."
So that's how he knew her! She cringed inwardly. She knew that time of indiscretion with Ned would come back to haunt her. Did Jeremy know about Ned too?
"You'll speak to me in a civil tone of voice or I'll leave," Bonnie snapped.
"Then Westwood High doesn't get the best quarterback they'll ever have," he smirked.
"Well, they'll just have to live without you then!"
Some of the cock sureness left his eyes for an instant. He couldn't tell whether or not she was bluffing. Apparently he decided that she was, because his manner did not soften toward her.
"I said get your clothes off, chickie baby."
"Chickie baby! What sort of late show corn is that?" Bonnie demanded. "Listen, you little twerp, you come here to fuck me and I suppose you will. But there's a helluva lot of difference in getting your rocks off and really having an afternoon of erotic pleasure."
Seth eyed her speculatively. She wasn't what he had expected. From what Ned said she was hot to trot; All he had to do was step into the room, produce a hard-on and have one fuckin' good time. She was tap dancing all around the subject. And now she was laying all this shit about erotic pleasure on him. A fuck was a fuck, wasn't it?
"Are you going to take your clothes off or not?"
"No, I'm not," Bonnie said, wondering what he would do now.
"Then hell," Seth shouted, "I'll just tell your coach when he can go!"
Bonnie smiled slightly. Seth wasn't used to being turned down.
"No, I'm not going to take my clothes off, Seth," she said again. "You are."
"What?" he swallowed.
"I said you are going to undress me."
For all his cock and bull attitude, Seth Thomas froze. He suddenly realized he was in the presence of a full-blown woman, not some simpering little cheerleader who would do anything to be seen with the great football quarterback of East Lake High.
Bonnie decided that the best defense was a strong offense. She strode up to Seth and stopped when she was barely two inches from him. Her tits almost brushed against he pullover sweater he wore. He seemed to be having a little difficulty breathing, she noted with satisfaction. So the big time super stud was really a scared little boy after all.
"Well, are you going to undress me or not?" she purred.
With shaking fingers, Seth reached for the zipper of Bonnie's dress. She didn't make it easy for him. She stood with her hands at her sides, waiting.
"It's stuck," he said, his voice thick.
Bonnie glanced at his crotch and saw the bulge of a good-sized cock threatening to burst through his trousers.
The poor boy was probably ready to go off in his pants. But Bonnie swallowed any sympathy she might have felt. Seth needed to be taught a lesson. He was a selfish, self centered, spoiled brat. He had to be shown that other people's feelings counted for something too. And that her feelings were just as important to her as his were to him. That he could expect her to submit to him sexually as some sort of payoff in a sports scandal was outrageous. She intended that the boy understand this before he left her tonight.
She wondered if Jeremy would understand things any better either. She had been quite angry when she left home. He had wanted to apologize, to call the whole thing off, even at the cost of his job, but she had been beyond listening. But now, she had discovered that Seth knew of her through Ned. She was just as much as fault in this whole mess as Jeremy was maybe more. It was her post-divorce, oversexed cunt that had her fucking a high school boy in the dean's office and now she had to pay the price for her conduct.
In the process though, she hoped Seth would learn something. She had definitely learned a lesson of her own. She loved Jeremy, and if he asked her to fuck the entire football squad, she would.
"Your hands seem to be shaking a bit, Seth," she purred. "Here, let me help you with that." She didn't want the poor boy to faint.
Bonnie's hands took hold of Seth's trembling ones. She had deliberately worn the low-cut, slinky silk dress with its invisible zipper up the front. The zipper extended from the deep valley between her bits down to her crotch. With Bonnie's expert hands to guide him, Seth succeeded in tugging the zipper down.
"That's better," Bonnie cooed.
Seth stared at the open zipper. All he had to do was reach out and part the filmy material in order to get a view of the swelling tits beneath it. But his hands seemed locked at his sides. His mouth felt dry, his tongue thick.
"What's the matter, Seth? Have you got more woman than you can handle?"
That brought a response from him, a challenge to his masculine pride, his reputation as a hot stud around town. No woman was too much woman for Seth Thomas!
His hands touched either edge of the opened zipper. He couldn't restrain his tongue from licking his lips in anticipation. With shaking fingers he pushed the dress away from her tits.
Two perfectly formed pink-tipped beauties greeted his hungry eyes. The nipples were already stiffening in response to his lusty stare. So she wasn't an iceberg after all.
"Your tits are gorgeous!"
"Thank you, Seth," she smiled, pleased that she had gotten him to behave more like a man than an animal.
"Would you like to suck them?" she purred.
"Oh, God, yes," he said thickly.
"I'd like for you to suck them, Seth. You look like you have a mouth that would know how to suck a woman's tits!"
Seth's arms circled her, trapping her against him. His eager young mouth scooped up as much of her right tit as he could stuff into it. Like a hungry puppy he nipped and tugged and pulled on the sensitive tit.
"Aaaaah," Bonnie moaned, unable to stop herself. She had wanted him to do more to her before she allowed him to notice his affect on her emotions. But his mouth was more than she expected.
His teeth nibbled playfully at her fully stiffened right nipple. His fingers continued to play with it as his mouth sought the same response in her left tit.
"Oh, these are delicious," he breathed. Hungrily, noisily, he sucked and gobbled at first one tit, then the other. He couldn't get enough of the firm, ripe delights.
He thought his cock was going to shoot off as he stood there. He'd never had that happen before. Hell, he was only sucking her tits. But it was so incredible. He guided her toward the bed, his mouth never leaving her tits.
"I could do this all night," he groaned.
"I could let you do it all night." Bonnie couldn't believe her wantonness with this boy. He had obviously had a lot of experience with women. And he knew it. She had tried to make him feel his age, but now she realized she was losing the battle. His mouth on her tits was sending shock waves of delight rippling through her.
"I think you're beginning to like this, chickie baby," he grinned, as he settled her on the bed. His own body nestled in beside hers.
This time she did not rebuke him for his weird slang terminology. She was too caught up in her feelings. She suddenly realized she wanted this kid to fuck the hell out of her. She hadn't made love to Jeremy since he had proposed this absurd rendezvous to her, and now that pent-up energy and longing was demanding release.
"I will admit, though," he sighed. "I'do like the idea of undressing you."
He brought his hands up and under her dress, pulling it off of her shoulders and then down past her slender hips and legs. He dropped it in a heap on the floor.
"No bra was obvious," he said, "but no panties either. Tisk! A man would think you want to get yourself fucked."
She writhed beneath his touch. She had been crazy to think she could out maneuver this kid. His experience in sex was well beyond her own.
"Just fuck me," she whimpered, her senses reeling. "Oh, Seth, please, just fuck me!"
"That, lady, was my intention all along!" His clothes quickly joined hers on the floor of the room. He smiled with obvious pride as she gasped when she first saw his stiffened prick.
"My God," she whispered, "that's the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You must be ten inches long!" she said, her eyes still wide in amazement. "I've heard about such things, but I always thought it was just locker room bullshit."
"This is not bullshit," he grinned, grabbing his thickened cock and pointing it at her as though it were some sort of deadly weapon.
"I don't even think it will fit," she said honestly.
"It'll fit," he promised. "It'll fit." He leaned over her. "Go ahead, feel it. It's real."
A little shyly Bonnie held out her right hand and fingered the massive prick. It was real all right. Lord, how did he ever think he was going to stuff that thing into her cunt? It couldn't possibly fit, not all the way. Jeremy was a good, solid seven inches and he seemed to fit perfectly. Seth's prick had to be three inches longer and maybe a full inch thicker in diameter!, "Kiss it!" he ordered, taking command of the situation.
Bonnie shifted onto her side and gently planted a kiss on the long length of the cockshaft.
"Now suck it, like I sucked your titties!"
Immediately Bonnie stuffed as much of the massive cock as would fit into her mouth. She had wanted to feel this prick in her mouth from the first second she had laid eyes on it. She had no illusions that she could take the whole thing in, but she did want a first hand taste of it.
Again and again her mouth roamed over the fat cockhead. In and out she took it, round and round she sucked it. She happily noted that she could take all but two inches of him. It was at that point that she felt the cockhead tickling the back of her throat.
"Oh, it tastes as good as it looks!" she sighed between mouthfuls.
Seth climbed onto the bed so that his prick still thrust into her mouth, but he was now able to dip into her pussy with his own mouth. He thrust the cock between her eager lips again and again. He spread her cunt lips with his fingers and went to work on her clit with his tongue.
"Aaaah," she sighed, almost gagging as his cock slipped into her mouth farther than she could handle him. But she scarcely noticed. The pleasures he was evoking in her cunt were driving her wild. She didn't even notice the knock on the door.
"Come on in, Ned," Seth called, looking up from her steaming pussy.
Ned Reed walked in leading a trail of four other boys behind him. "Looks like we're just in time," Ned leered.
"The more the merrier," Seth agreed.
Bonnie gasped in horror as she realized what was happening. But Seth would not allow her to move. He kept his prick impaled in her mouth.
"Just keep sucking, Bonnie baby," he said quietly. "You're about to have the fuck session of your life. You think Ned and me are good alone, wait till you get us together, along with a few members of the front line of my East Lake squad. Ned and I grew up together before his family moved to go to Westwood. We've always shared what we like best. Right, Ned?"
The burly football player nodded. "And tonight we share the best. Lord, my cock is already set to shoot!"
Bonnie stared in fascination as all five boys stripped out of their clothes. They were the beefiest looking bunch of guys she'd ever seen! And their cocks were magnificent, each in its own way. And she astounded herself by drooling over the prospect of experiencing each and every one of them.
"I'm so horny," she squirmed beneath Seth's prick. "Please, Seth, somebody has to stick one of those thick pricks in me!"
Ned hopped onto the bed. "Happy to oblige. But since this party was arranged by me. I'm going to get first dibs on that fantastic pussy I've just been licking out."
Bonnie's cunt began to cream in anticipation. Just the thought of all of these pricks was driving her into a frenzy of lust. Her hips wiggled and jiggled, her fingers reached down and toyed with her clit. She was losing her mind to the supreme pleasures of the flesh once again.
"Oh, somebody fuck me," she whimpered. "Please, my cunt is on fire looking at all these stiff cocks!"
"We'll try to share the wealth as much as possible," Seth said. "I'll take her pussy. Ned, you take her mouth. Dan, you and Art grab a tit. I guess you other two will have to wait a couple of minutes," he finished, indicating Gabe and Rich, unless of course you want to jack off."
His prick was prodding him for release now. Looking at Bonnie's more than willing body was driving him crazy. He positioned his prick at the entrance to her steaming pussy and waited until Ned had his own prick ready to take her in the mouth.
Dan and Art had done as Seth instructed and were each on one side of the bed kneading the pliant flesh of Bonnie's tits.
"I don't see why we don't get a little piece of something," Rich complained.
"I always told you," Seth grinned, "when you're second string, you have to bide your time. Who knows? Before the night's over you might be quarterback!"
Rich laughed. He took no offense at his friend's jibe. He wouldn't be this close to a willing pussy if it wasn't for Seth's generosity. Football player or not, most girls thought he was about as attractive as a side of beef.
He held his thickened cock in his meaty hands. "I'll make do till it's my turn, I guess."
Gabe glanced over at his friend. "Don't worry, I've got the same problem. But knowing Seth, he'll leave us enough to get by."
"Everybody ready?" Seth asked, as though he were about to run an important play.
"Ready!" came their echoed responses.
"Dive! All dive!" With that resounding command, Seth plunged his massive cock into Bonnie's quaking pussy.
She shrieked with pleasure, but it was abruptly cut off by the rampant plunge of Ned's prick into her slippery mouth. She sucked greedily, unable to tolerate all of the delightful things being done to her body at once.
She couldn't believe this was happening. Seth's prick was even more than she expected. She felt she were being torn in two by the massive size of it, and yet it was also the most immensely pleasurable sensation she had ever known. His cock was riding her to the hilt and she was sucking in every inch of it! In fact, she suddenly wished it was longer!
At the same time her mouth couldn't get enough of Ned's delicious prick. She slurped and sucked and swirled her tongue around the entire length of his turgid cock. She wondered if she would have the added sensation of having Ned shoot off in her mouth at the same time Seth shot off in her pussy.
"Aaauuuggghhh," she groaned against the sweet assault of both pricks.
It was so good, so incredibly good. Hands, thick, masculine, hands were kneading and pulling and tugging on both of her tits. Her nipples were being squeezed and nipped and nibbled with extreme sensitivity. She couldn't believe all of these boys together could be making her feel like a sex-machine. She couldn't get enough of them. The more they gave, the more she wanted.
Her eyes glanced over at the two boys who were not directly occupied with her body. She watched, mesmerized as they jerked and pulled their pricks. The sight of what was being done to her was driving them both to happy fulfillment. She was glad for them.
But she suddenly wanted each boy to have the pleasure of shooting off inside her body before the night was over. This night had started out as a sordid rendezvous arranged by the man she loved, against his better judgment. Little did Jeremy know how much erotic delight it was bringing her!
She turned her attention back to the cock stuffed in her mouth. It had a delightful taste. Ned's cock was as wonderful as she remembered it. She licked and lapped at the engorged head, poking her tongue into the tiny hole at its tip.
Ned groaned with pleasure. "I'm going to shoot off soon, Seth," he croaked. "I can't hold back much longer."
"Neither can I," Seth agreed. "Do it!" one of the boys on her tits cried. "I want to see her come!"
Seth drove his prick home with authority! Again and again he thrust the huge mass of his cock in and out of her. Up and down, in and out, the clinging, moist sides of her cunt wall amazed and delighted his stiff prick. She really had taken him all in. But it was a tight fit, and that made it all the more wonderful.
"I'm going to do it," he cried out. "Are you ready, Bonnie?"
Her body convulsed to show that she was. She wanted to feel both of them shoot into her simultaneously.
"Do it!" Ned shouted. "Now!" Seth called.
Both pricks exploded! Seth shot into her cunt hard and deep. Ned spurted his cum into her mouth and down her throat in torrent after torrent of gushing cream.
Bonnie thought she would never stop coming. Her body contracted with the violence of their coming! Feeling the hot, sticky jism shoot into her mouth and her cunt at the same time sent her reeling into another dimension. She never wanted the feelings to stop. It was as if she had floated away from the normal sensations of the earth and was now in some sort of paradise. Her sense of touch surrounded her, and only the most incredibly good sensations from that touching were allowed into the part of her brain that was functioning still.
"Look at her!" the boys yelled. "She's lost her mind!"
They watched with unmitigated delight as the woman rocked and writhed and strove to imprison the cocks that impaled her mouth and cunt hole. Her arms reached around and captured Ned, holding his cock to her lips. Her legs locked Seth's magnificent prick in her cunt. They would have to pry her loose. She would never let go willingly.
"Again!" she murmured, against the slackening thickness of Ned's prick.
"Again, it is!" yelped Seth, leaping off of the bed. "She's all yours, guys!"
Art and Dan took up the positions vacated by Ned and Seth. Their pricks were hot for action and the willing, writhing female was begging for them to ream her out.
Dan stuffed his thickened cock into her mouth while Art didn't hesitate to jam his prick into her sodden pussy.
"Rich, Gabe, you guys can take over at her tits!" Seth suggested.
With their pricks still in hand Rich and Gabe took up their positions on either side of the sex-frenzied woman.
"Looks like we're going to get our turns, anyway," Gabe grinned, looking at the cock-crazy Bonnie. "The way she's jumping around on the bed Art and Dan aren't going to be enough to satisfy her."
Bonnie heard the boy's words and nearly died of embarrassment, yet she knew in her heart he was right. She hadn't had enough with Ned and Seth. These two new boys in her mouth and cunt weren't going to do it either. Who knows, she thought miserably, maybe they would each have to do her again. She was wildly horny, hornier than she had ever been in her life. These six hot young studs were sending her into orbit.
"Oh, fuck me," she mouthed around the cock imprisoned between her lips. "All of you fuck me! Fuck me now!"
In and out the boys pumped. Bonnie didn't know or care which was which, who was who. All she knew or cared about was the sensations being aroused in her cunt and mouth.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggggggg!" she groaned as orgasm after orgasm shook her.
She was so intent on experiencing her own mind-blowing release that she didn't even notice when each of the boys had spent themselves inside her. Nor did she notice or care who take their places. It only mattered that their places were taken, that her cunt and mouth did not lack for a thickened piece of cock meat even for a second.
It seemed to go on like that for hours. She screamed, she begged, she pleaded. She shifted her position to take three at one time, one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her ass. Even then it wasn't enough. She had two more of them sucking on her tits. Then last she made Seth tickle her clit with his fingers. She had all six of them on her and only then did she begin to feel some sense that it was enough.
"I don't believe this," Seth sighed at last. He'd gone off in her cunt three times, as did most of the other guys. She must have swallowed a gallon of cum but still she seemed ready to take them all on again.
Bonnie stared at him through glazed eyes. Her lust-edged senses settled into a steady rhythm of pulsing pleasure.
"I'll never forget this night," she sighed with utter contentment. "You boys . . . men, have made me the most sexually satisfied woman on this planet."
"Woman," Seth laughed, with genuine humor, "I just thank my lucky stars I didn't try to take you on all by myself. My cock would be worn down to nothing!"
Bonnie smiled and reached out to give his huge prick an affectionate squeeze. "I do hope we can all get together and do this again some day."
The guys all gave her a unanimous "yes" vote, then reluctantly each began to get dressed. It was dawn and they had classes to go to.
Bonnie gasped when she realized the time. In half an hour she was due at Jeremy's office, a full day's work ahead of her. With a farewell kiss planted firmly on each eager young mouth, Bonnie wished them all well and left You know," Seth sighed, watching her leave, "I think I'm gomg to love going to Westwood High School."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bonnie thanked heaven that there was no one in the girl's locker room at the school. The hour was early enough so that the first class didn't start for a few more minutes yet. She showered and fixed her hair as best she could.
In spite of her efforts to hurry she still didn't beat Jeremy to the office. He was waiting for her when she walked in. His eyes were unreadable yet. He knew that she had fucked Seth Thomas last night, that much he had all but arranged himself. But he didn't know about the others.
She took a deep breath and stepped behind her desk.
"Good morning, Jeremy," she managed, though her knees felt so weak she thought she might faint.
He was waiting for her to be the first to mention last night. Well, she'd be damned if she was going to do it. He had been the one to ask her to fuck Seth to get him to come to Westwood. Now that she had done it she couldn't bear to hear any condemnation from him'. Surely he wouldn't ask her to speak of it, "You look lovely this morning," he said.
She glanced up quickly. Was he being sarcastic? She had barely had a chance to fix herself up and make herself look presentable. She had lost count of how many times she had been fucked last night.
"Thank you," she whispered, then began shifting papers on her desk. If she looked busy, maybe he would go into his office and leave her alone. She had to think, think about what she had done last night, think about her relationship with Jeremy.
"Bonnie, I ... we need to talk," he stammered.
"Not now, Jeremy. Please."
He exhaled deliberately, as if he had been holding his breath. "Later, maybe ..." he began, then stopped. He turned, walked into his office, and closed the door behind him.
Bonnie let out a shaky breath. She had been on the verge of tears. How could she ever tell him about her wanton behavior last night? She had been a disgrace, behaving like a prostitute. And she had loved every minute of it. But if she had the chance, she admitted, she would do it all again in a minute.
She closed her eyes remembering the hot young cocks as they had taken her by the mouth, by the cunt, time and time again. She couldn't get enough of them, any of them. When each of the boys had taken her cunt, she had wanted them to start all over. Her cunt tingled with remembered passion. Damn, they had been so good to her. And she knew she had pleased them as well.
Stop it! she chided herself. You'll just get yourself all worked up again if you think about it. And then you'll need to be fucked and there's no one around to do it. Involuntarily she thought of Jeremy and quickly dismissed the notion. She couldn't fuck him yet, not yet. Last night and his part in the whole thing was still too fresh in her mind.
Damn, her cunt was really beginning to tingle. Maybe she could step into the John and finger herself for a few minutes. She was just about to do so when the door to her office opened and a young girl in tears stormed in.
"Can I help you?" Bonnie asked, forgetting her own problems for the moment.
"I'm going to kill myself," the girl sobbed.
"Now just settle down," Bonnie soothed. "We can talk about it."
The slender brunette sat in the chair beside Bonnie's desk and cried her heart out. It seemed her boyfriend had dumped her for someone else, and now she didn't want to live without him.
"I know it sounds like a cliche," Bonnie said, "but time is the only thing that can help."
"But I want Bobby," she cried. "I want Bobby back! That bitch just got him because she can fuck better than me. I'm so stupid, I don't know how to do anything right."
Bonnie stared at the girl. So sex was the root of the problems in her young life too. But Bonnie knew Debbie Smith was only a high school senior and had her whole life ahead of her. She was determined not to let the girl throw it away.
"Now you listen to me, Debbie," Bonnie said firmly. "You are not going to just sit back and take that sort of thing from Bobby. You're a very pretty girl and you can probably have any boy you want."
"But I want Bobby!"
"And Bobby only wants this other girl because she's better in bed? How do you know that?"
"Because he told me!" she wailed.
Bonnie grimaced. Bobby certainly sounded like one real son of a bitch. Hardly worth fighting for. But Debbie was desperate.
"Maybe I can help you," Bonnie said, trying to soothe the unhappy girl.
"The only thing that will help me is a lesson in how to be good in bed!" Debbie sobbed. "I just can't get it right. I mean I tried to suck his cock once and I bit him. He was so mad at me!"
Bonnie looked quickly at Jeremy's office door. Thank heavens the door was thick. He apparently wasn't aware of all of the commotion going on out here.
"There's really nothing to giving good head," Bonnie said, not sure of why she was talking to the girl this way. "It just takes a littlie practice, that's all."
"You really think so?" the girl said, sounding hopeful.
"I know so. I can tell you from personal experience. I used to give lousy head myself but now I'm an expert."
"Maybe you could teach me," the girl beamed suddenly.
"Well, now, I don't know about that."
"I'll never get Bobby back! Never!" She started to cry again.
"All right! All right!" Bonnie promised. "I'll teach you how to give head."
"Will you teach me how to come too?"
"Teach you to come?" Bonnie repeated, shocked. How could you teach a person to come. You either did or you didn't. It wasn't something that could be taught. But the girl was so distraught she didn't dare tell her that.
"Oh, please," Debbie sobbed. "I've never come in my life. All my friends talk about it. They tell me it's like floating or something. But I've never done it. I tried to do it for Bobby, but I couldn't. And he got mad at me for that too."
"What a creep!" Bonnie said without thinking. Quickly she amended it to, "I mean, your boyfriend could have taken more time with you. Maybe your little pussy wasn't moist enough or something."
"I don't know anything about that," she admitted. "I just tried the best I could. Oh, please, could you teach me, Miss Hanson?"
"I'll teach you, Debbie," she promised. "My parents are out of town this week," Debbie said brightly, a plan forming in her mind. "You could come to my house after school tonight and teach me everything you know about sex. I'm sure you're an expert, I've heard ... I mean . . . oh, I'm sorry."
"It's all tight," Bonnie assured her, patting her arm. So Ned and his friends hadn't been quite as discreet as she had hoped. Oh well, there was no help for that now. This girl was what was important. And if she could teach her some of her own new found knowledge about sex she would be happy to do so.
"I'll be at your house tonight, Debbie," she said.
Jeremy didn't question her when she told him she would be late coming home. Bonnie didn't know if that made her happy or mad. She wanted desperately to make up with Jeremy, but not at the expense of her last shred of dignity. He had been the one to arrange her fuck with Seth Thomas so he could be the one to reopen the lines of communication. He hadn't even touched her all day at the office, not even a kiss. She shook her head. She couldn't think about that now. She had to think about Debbie.
She knocked on the door to the girl's home. It was a very fashionable ranch style house in one of the best neighborhoods in the city. The girl certainly didn't want for any of the material things in life, and yet she was desperately unhappy. Bonnie contrasted Debbie's lifestyle with her own and was surprised to note that money apparently made little difference to inner happiness.
Debbie had all the money she needed and was still unhappy with her life. Bonnie hadn't had any money at all, yet it was only recently with Jeremy that she had begun to know real happiness. It wasn't money, it was people, she thought. And she intended to make a difference in Debbie's life. A young girl shouldn't be thinking about killing herself. She had her whole life ahead of her.
"Hi, Debbie," she said cheerfully, when the pretty brunette opened the door.
"Hi," Debbie mumbled shyly.
It was obvious to Bonnie that the girl was now wondering if she had done the right thing by talking to Bonnie about her personal problems.
"You look very pretty," Bonnie said, attempting to put the girl at ease. "Thank you."
"Do you want to get started right away? Or do you want to talk a while?"
"I want to learn how to fuck, Bonnie," she stated firmly, though she blushed painfully.
"Then let's get at it. Do you have a dildo?"
"A what?"
"A fake prick?" Bonnie chided herself for not bringing one along. Of course the girl wouldn't have one.
"Okay, how about a long candle, not too thick?"
"Yes, we have those," Debbie cried. "I'll get one."
Bonnie took off her coat and laid it on the couch. She smiled when Debbie came back into the room carrying a long, tapered red candle. It would do nicely.
"Do you want to start here, or maybe we should go to my bedroom?" Debbie asked timidly.
"Your bedroom would be best."
"This way."
Bonnie followed the girl up a winding staircase. The furnishings in every part of the house were all in exquisite taste. Modern, but not crass. And Debbie's bed was a delight. A huge bed with ruffled bedcovers.
"It's a lovely room," Bonnie commented.
"Thank you."
Bonnie watched the girl nervously twist her hands together.
"How often have you been fucked, Debbie?"
"Only a few times. Maybe six."
"And you've never come?"
"I don't think I have."
"We'll find out tonight. That I promise you. And you'll know if you come, Debbie."
The girl began to rub her slender thighs together in anticipation. "Oh, I hope so."
"Well, the first thing we need to do is get undressed."
Both girls immediately shed their clothing. "You can have Bobby take your clothes off for you sometimes," Bonnie suggested. "Lots of men like to undress their women."
"I'll remember that."
Bonnie studied the girl's ripe, young body.
Her tits were firm and high. Not very big, but big enough. The large pink nipples made her catch her breath.
"Your tits are lovely, Debbie," Bonnie smiled.
"Do you really think so?"
"Oh, yes."
"Your body is gorgeous, Miss Hanson, Bonnie.''
"Thank you. Have you ever been naked with a woman before."
"Only in the locker room at school."
Bonnie suppressed a smile. That wasn't exactly what she had in mind. "Lie down on the bed, Debbie."
The teen-ager did so at once. She lay on her back facing the older woman. Her legs kept grinding together as if of their own free will. Her inexperienced cunt was tingling with unaccustomed fierceness.
Bonnie settled herself on the bed next to the girl. She lay next to her smiling at the quivering readiness in Debbie's eyes. Her hands smoothed the girl's shoulders first, and Debbie gasped with the shock of Bonnie's touch. It was sending electric sparks through her body.
Bonnie's hands trailed along the length of the girl's arms to the slender waist, then to her hips. Her hands settled on the full, rounded cheeks of her ass, making Debbie gasp with delight.
Debbie couldn't say quite what was happening to her body. She was too inexperienced to realize that Bonnie was arousing her. Her senses were being fine tuned to the erotic pleasures being evoked in her body. Bobby hd never been so slow with her, so gentle. This experience would be something she would remember and treasure the rest of her life.
Bonnie was giving her the key to fucking. The key was unlocking the secret pleasures of her own body, and the ways to bring pleasure to her partner as well.
Bonnie sat up and climbed over the girl's body. She wanted better access to the girl's splendid ass cheeks. They were a definite delight. She'd never known herself to be so turned on by an ass before, but the sight of the girl's nicely rounded ass cheeks was driving her wild.
"Oh, your ass is pretty," she sighed. "So pretty."
She stared at the dark crack dividing the girl's ass cheeks and licked her lips. She felt the strangest desire to probe its depths with her tongue. But she knew, too, that she was dealing with a near virgin. She would have to proceed slowly, lest she scare the girl half to death.
Her hands massaged the rounded ass cheeks, moving closer and closer to the girl's inner thighs.
"Aaaahhh," Debbie murmured. "That feels so good. It just feels like I'm on fire or something." At the same time she felt the flame lighting in her cunt, she felt the chills of pleasure shoot their way up and down the length of her spine.
She hadn't felt nearly this good when Bobby touched her. She wondered briefly if this meant that she was a lesbian, but the sensations Bonnie was arousing were so fantastic she wouldn't allow her mind to dwell on that thought, at least not now.
"Don't think about anything," Bonnie said. "Just feel."
Debbie had never had the courage to touch her own body the way Bonnie was right now. If she had she might have known that for her, pleasure was always just beneath the surface.
"You're a very sexy girl, Debbie," Bonnie told her. "Very sexy. You should have more than one man in your life. You can't judge them all by Bobby. And don't be thinking you're a lesbian because you're being turned on by me. A touch is a touch." - Debbie smiled. Bonnie had read her mind. She had been worried, but the knowing fingers on her body had kept it from reaching her consciousness. Now she was prepared to drift back, to experience, to feel as Bonnie told her to feel.
Bonnie found herself thrilling to the way Debbie was responding to her hands. It made her bolder. Now that she had the girl completely under her control, she was anxious to see how far she could go with her.
Her eyes fell on the candle. It was solid and would make a perfect prick substitute. She climbed off of the writhing girl, picked up the candle and walked into the bathroom adjoining the girl's bedroom. Quickly she washed the candle. She didn't want to have to worry about infections.
Then she hurried back to the bed and knelt down beside the moaning teen-ager. Debbie was more than ready for the next step in her journey to sexual fulfillment.
Bonnie's left hand reached out and began caressing the inner part of Debbie's thighs. Her fingertips tickled their way up and down the tender white flesh.
"Ooooooohhh!" Debbie gasped. "That feels heavenly. Do you think I've come yet?"
Bonnie smiled. "No, not yet, dear. But soon now, very soon."
Bonnie continued to stroke the girl's inner thighs. She was beginning to feel the tell-tale signs in her own cunt, and hoped suddenly that Debbie would reciprocate with the candle after Bonnie had brought her to orgasm.
Bonnie again lay down next to the naked body of the girl. She pressed her own naked flesh against the softness of the teenager's. Arousal and desire, already reaching toward the peaks in her, rose to even higher levels as she rubbed her tits against the smaller tits of the girl.
The thought of what she was about to do to the girl sent Bonnie's own lusty thoughts careening out of control. Her cunt was boiling over with need and she was desperately in need of a cock. But she had made a promise to Debbie and she intended to keep it.
"Debbie," Bonnie whispered, pulling the girl's soft, ripe body closer to her own.
"Hhhmmmmm," the girl responded dully, not wanting to rouse herself from the luxurious reverie she found herself in. Her naked body shuddered, quivering for attention. She wasn't sure yet what she needed from Bonnie, but she was sure that the older woman would provide her with it.
Bonnie's hands continued to stroke and soothe the girl. "Now, I'm going to get your cunt all ready for what I'm going to do to you," she cooed. "You just keep feeling everything I'm doing to you, okay?"
"Yes, yes," Debbie gasped. "Anything you want, Bonnie. Anything. Just teach me to come. Teach me to come like the other girls do. I want to know what it's like."
Bonnie felt the girl's hot flesh. She was getting ready for the ultimate experience. She was getting more than ready.
"Oh, I feel so hot!" the girl whimpered. "Am I supposed to feel this hot, Bonnie?"
"Yes, dear, you're doing fine. Just fine." Bonnie stroked the girls thighs with long, smooth caresses. The girl began to twist and writhe beneath her exploring fingers. She was so hot now, what in the world would happen to her when she probed her cunt with the candle?
Debbie's nipples were rock-hard and thick. She wriggled and gasped as Bonnie began to trail her tongue along the inner contours of her thighs. But it was the hardened nipples that riveted her attention. Dare she be so bold with the girl? All at once she knew she had to be. It was the only way to teach the girl the true depth of sensation possible through sex.
Her mouth began its relentless journey along Debbie's slender body. She licked and lapped her way past her hips, her waist, and the under flesh of her tits. Bonnie paused to lick her lips in anticipation.
Her mouth closed over Debbie's right tit. Debbie shrieked with delight. Bonnie began to pull and tug and nibble at the exquisitely hard nipple.
"Aaauuuugggghhhhhh,' Debbie moaned, squirming and aching with torturous pleasure. "Is this what it feels like, Bonnie? Have I come yet? Oh, it feels so fantastic!"
She was reveling in the taste of Debbie's firm, ripe, young tit flesh. It was incredibly sweet. The taut little nipples let her know in no uncertain terms that her efforts at arousing the girl were succeeding. Succeeding, in fact, in a far better fashion than she might have predicted. Why, she hadn't even touched the girl's cunt yet!
Bonnie suddenly wished she had a prick, a prick to jab into the girl's dripping wet cunt. It would be so perfect then, she thought. But she would have to make do the best she could. Her mouth continued to tongue the girl's luscious tits.
"Oooooohhh," Bonnie breathed, "your tits are so delicious. I could suck them all night."
"Anything you say, Bonnie," the girl gasped. "Anything."
Bonnie smiled. "I want to do more than this for you, though, dear. Much more."
Her mouth moved away from the tender tits and traced a path down the girl's flat belly to the waiting brown muff of her cunt. This would begin it at last, she thought. Now she would find out whether she could bring the girl off or not. She hoped the girl's blind trust in her ability wasn't going to be for naught.
Bonnie allowed her tongue to probe the inner folds of her cunt lips. The tip of her tongue touched the girl's near virginal clit.
"Aaaaaahhhh," Debbie bleated. "Aaaaaaaaahhhh, oh, what did you do? Oh, it felt so good. So wonderful! Please, do it again!"
Bonnie's tongue settled into a happy lapping motion on Debbie's super-sensitive clit. Being in another woman's cunt for the first time was one of the most exquisite sensations of Bonnie's life.
Bonnie hoped to drive Debbie so wild with her tongue that she would be more than ready for the make shift candle prick. Still she realized she would have to go easy with the girl. She didn't want to shock her out of the incredible state of lust that she was now in. If she played her tongue and her fingers right, she mused, Debbie would be begging her for the release she craved.
Hot, burning blasts of lust were coursing through Debbie's veins. She had never felt this way before in her life. She could feel Bonnie's knowing tongue exploring her tender pussy and the sensation seemed enough to drive her out of her mind. Yet, Bonnie had told her this was still not an orgasm. Already, though, it was far more than she had ever known at Bobby's hands.
Bonnie licked and laved every inch of Debbie's writhing cunt. As she did so her thoughts turned to Jeremy's loving prick. It had been so long since she had felt it between her legs. She had allowed their differences to keep them from sharing the joy they felt in each other's arms. She had been unfair, she realized suddenly.
Jeremy had tried to back out of the rendezvous he'd arranged with Seth, but Bonnie had insisted on going through with it. He had admitted his mistake and had been willing to risk his job to save her from having to fuck another man. But she had been so angry that she had gone through with it to spite him.
And then she had enjoyed it so much her skin reddened now just thinking about it. How she wished Jeremy's prick were here to satisfy the craving in her cunt. She was going wild. Her tongue's probing in Debbie's cunt was sending her own cunt into a frenzy of need.
"Oh, Jeremy," she whispered to herself, "forgive me. I promise when I get home I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"Aaaaaahhhhh," Debbie moaned, bringing Bonnie firmly back to the present. "Am I ready to come now, Bonnie?"
"I think so, Debbie," Bonnie assured her. "I think so. You just keep going with your feelings, sweetheart.''
Bonnie lost all thoughts of restraint. Her own urgent need for Jeremy's prick sent her on a frenzied licking mission in the girl's moistening pussy. Her mouth clamped down on the juicy cunt causing ripples of agonizing pleasure to tear through the pretty brunette teenager.
Bonnie brought her middle finger into the pulsing pussy. The ripe, full cunt lips arched toward her as if they could see the approaching digit. Bonnie shifted her tongue to allow her finger access to the squirming pussy. She gently pried the cunt lips apart to expose the rich, inner pinkness of the seeping cunt hole. The trembling finger brushed lightly against the stiffening bud of the. girl's clit.
The girl was very close to coming now. She might have a mini-orgasm or two even without the candle, Bonnie thought.
Debbie was going out of her mind. She now knew what the other girls meant when they said it felt as though they were floating. Every sensual nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, alive and responsive to the experienced touch of Bonnie Hanson.
She ground her hips against the pressuring finger, her breath coming in tighter and tighter gulps as the fire in the core of her being intensified. She felt another finger probing between her cunt lips, edging toward her cunt hole.
"Uuuuuuhhh," she gasped, "Oh, Bonnie, do me! Do me! Fuck me, Bonnie. Make me know what you feel when a man is inside you. Make me know what it is to come!"
Bonnie's finger moved deeper, snaking its way into her depths. She teased the finger in and out of the girl's slavering pussy. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter as the girl pushed toward greater and greater heights of release.
Bonnie's own passion was nearing the point of no return. She would have to find a way to satisfy both herself and the girl. But she had to take care of Debbie first. She had brought the girl this close, she couldn't let her down now.
Each time Debbie squirmed against her exploring fingers Bonnie had to rub her thighs together to keep from losing her mind. The girl was almost completely out of control now. Her lustful moans were charging Bonnie with a lusty need for release equal to or greater than the girl's.
Keeping her finger firmly entrenched in Debbie's gaping cunt hole, Bonnie reached out and grabbed the candle. It was considerably thicker than her finger, but barely half as thick as a good sized prick. It also lacked the warmth and pulsating throbs of a stiffened cock, but it would have to do.
Slowly easing her sticky fingers from Debbie's cream filled Cunt, Bonnie prepared to push the candle into the heated center of the girl's pussy. Debbie moaned softly, reaching for the probing fingers that had deserted her lust-filled pussy.. She had been very close, she realized, to her first orgasm. And she wanted to cry when the fingers left her.
Then hands touched her ass cheeks, caressed them, massaged them, gripping her from underneath. She raised her knees, spreading her slender legs far apart. Staring at the ceiling, she ached for a return of the delightful feelings that had so recently invaded her cunt. Her pussy muscles stretched taut with tension and her hot, bubbly cunt screamed for something, anything to pump into her. "Oh, fuck me, Bonnie," she pleaded. She gritted her teeth together as she groaned and moaned her need for relief from the tension that gripped her entire body. She spread her legs wider and wider apart, hoping Bonnie would take advantage of the easy access and do something to give her the erotic fulfillment she wanted so much. Her tits jiggled and heaved at her ragged breathing as she waited anxiously for Bonnie's next move.
Bonnie stared in amazement at the squirming young woman before her on the bed. The girl was ready, more than ready, for the next step in her journey. She couldn't resist a quick feel of the girl's pulsing tits. She ran her fingers along the smooth, firm flesh, teasing the taut nipples to even stiffer erection.
Once again her mouth clamped around the super responsive buds. With one hand she massaged and fondled one nipple while her mouth toyed with the other one. Even as she sucked and pulled and tugged the tender nub her other hand brought the candle closer and closer to the super heated oven of Debbie's cunt.
"Aaaahhh," Debbie moaned again, happy to feel a renewal of the exploration of her body by her experienced teacher. It felt so good, so good, and Debbie's hand crushed her firm tit beneath Bonnie's fingers.
Bonnie delighted in the knowledge that you didn't have to be a man to enjoy sucking a woman's tits. She loved the feel of Debbie's perfect tits beneath her searching tongue. Her own tits were pressed tightly against the girl's side, rubbing gently, arousing her nipples to peaks that matched Debbie's in excitement.
At last she allowed the girl's tit to slip from her mouth. She sat up and stared at the writhing young body beside her. Debbie was as ready as she was ever going to be.
"Fuck me," she pleaded, as if on cue. "Oh please, Bonnie, I know what it feels like to really need it now. Please, fuck me. Bring me! Please!"
The girl wriggled helplessly from side to side, rubbing against Bonnie's body. It was as if Debbie's body was no longer controlled by her mind, but had a will of its own. The pressure of teeth biting and lips sucking on her nipples had driven Debbie to the point of madness. She knew if she didn't feel orgasmic relief soon she would indeed lose her sanity.
Her hips arched up and down, seeking what, she wasn't sure. But she gasped with unbridled pleasure when her cunt came in contact with the candle Bonnie held in her hand.
Bonnie rubbed the base of the candle up and down against the girl's soft, quivering pussy lips. She stared at the girl's eyes. She wanted this to happen, Bonnie thought, and now she was going to get it.
Holding the candle by the tapered end, Bonnie twisted the other end of the hard wax between the girl's cunt lips until she was certain it was screwed into the sodden entry way. . The gash gaped wider, and Bonnie began to move the candle up and down, letting it slide from the bottom of the heated pussy to the tip of her clit. She leaned in close and stared at what she was doing to the girl.
The wax stick slithered through the curling hairs, sliding up and down, up and down, until Debbie's squeals told Bonnie she was unable to take any more of this kind of teasing. Now she used the blunted end lower to massage the narrow opening. And then, little by little, Bonnie increased the pressure, pushing the wax rod into the girl's wet cunt.
"Aaaauuuuggggghhhh!" Debbie gasped. "Aaaaauuuuuuhh!" She dug her heels into the mattress, forcing Bonnie to shove the wax prick even deeper into her slippery pussy hole. She wanted to feel it fill her to the brim.
Bonnie began to sweat as she watched the girl's eyelids tighten then squeeze. Her body began to buck and writhe in rhythm with Bonnie's stroking motions with the wax prick. In and out, up and down the girl rocked. The sight of the girl's passion was sending wave after wave of frustration through Bonnie, but still she did not let up. She would have to get the girl to return the favor, that's all there was to it.
Despite the crushing grip of her cunt walls, Debbie felt the candle slipping deeper and deeper into her. She wanted to swallow it with her cunt.
"Oooooh, yes, yes, yes!" she shrieked. "I know what it is now! I know what it is! More, more, more, Bonnie. More!"
The girl was begging, pleading. Bonnie had her, body and soul. She pushed the candle even farther up her cunt. Her hand gripped the hard wax firmly. Eight solid inches were now impaled in the girl's gushing cunt hole. She twisted the candle, screwing it clockwise, then counter clockwise, driving the girl berserk with lust.
The sight of the candle buried so deeply into the girl was almost too much for Bonnie to bear. But she had to finish what she started, she had to bring Debbie to orgasm. The girl was within seconds of reaching a plateau of sensation that had been beyond her before.
Debbie arched her hips spasmodically, seeking to take the entire length of the candle into her seething cunt. "Aaaaauuuggghhhhhh!" she squealed. "Aaaauuuuuggggghhhhhh! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm really coming! Aaaauuhh!"
It was incredible! It was beyond even her imagination. It was the most fantastic feeling she had ever known, or dreamed of knowing in her life! All Debbie felt was the mind blowing pleasure of the wax dildo as it held itself imprisoned in her cunt.
Her body moved in cadence with the thrusting pleasure as Bonnie continued to stroke her orgasming cunt with the fake prick. She gasped and sighed repeatedly, aching to feel even more erotic delight.
"Oooooh," she panted. "That was so wonderful. Better than I could ever have hoped."
Bonnie smiled. The girl had come with an urgent intensity, but the older woman knew, even if the girl didn't, that her orgasm would have been even more intense, more fulfilling had the candle been a real prick.
"Do me more," Debbie begged. "Please do me more!"
Bonnie moved the candle through Debbie's slavering pussy in time to the way her fingers were beginning to move across her own cunt. Every nerve in her pussy was alive with need.
"Oh, that's it!" Debbie screamed. "I'm going to come again! I'm going to come again!"
The teenaged girl screamed and wailed with delight. Her body trembled violently and she rocked her hips wildly to again experience the ultimate sexual thrill.
Bonnie watched the girl's ass cheeks pull together, as they firmly, tightly clenched the candle into her pussy. Heavy torrents of fluid gushed out of her clogged cunt hole and the bedcovers were soaked with her juices.
"Oh, Bonnie," she whimpered at last, "that was the best. The very best."
Bonnie wasn't even paying that much attention to the girl now. She was too busy with her own cunt, plunging her fingers in and out of her desperate pussy. Debbie's cunt still clutched the candle tightly. There was no way she could pull it out and use the make shift prick on herself.
After a very long time Debbie's body began to relax. Bonnie tugged on the solid wax stick and pulled it gently from the girl's still-steaming cunt.
"Oooh," Debbie sighed, opening her eyes and looking at Bonnie. "Oh, Bonnie, thank you so much. That was so good! I wish there was something I could do for you in return."
Smiling broadly, Bonnie handed Debbie the candle.
CHAPTER NINE
Bonnie trembled as she inserted the key into the lock. She wondered if Jeremy had waited up for her. She didn't think she could face an argument with him now. It had been a wonderfully fulfilling experience with Debbie. The girl had blossomed before her eyes. Before she'd left her the girl had actually brought Bonnie to orgasm several times.
'T know I'll be able to have an orgasm with Bobby now," she'd said. "And I know I have a right to expect one. He's just going to have to take more time with me."
"But what about his new girlfriend?" Bonnie had asked.
"She doesn't stand a chance!"
Bonnie grinned again as she walked into the darkened house. She could actually feel a twinge of sympathy for Bobby's current girlfriend. Armed with her new knowledge and unleashed natural sexual expertise, even Bobby was going to be hard pressed to keep up with her!
Bonnie stepped into the bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light. She prayed Jeremy was asleep, but her hopes were dashed when his quiet voice reached her across the room.
"Where were you?" he asked, with no hint of accusation in his voice. "With a friend."
"Did you have a good time?"
"Very."
She didn't know if she could stand this mental game playing much longer. If, he wanted her to leave, she would leave. She couldn't take the strain in their relationship any more.
"Who was he?" Jeremy asked quietly.
"It was a woman, a girl. She needed someone to talk to." She couldn't bring herself to tell Jeremy she'd made love to another woman. Some secrets were better left buried.
"Bonnie, I don't like what's been happening to us."
"Oh, Jeremy," she cried, rushing to the side of the bed and kneeling down beside it. "Neither do I!" She picked up his hand and pressed it firmly between her own two hands. "I love you!"
"But I'm not man enough to keep you. God, Bonnie, I made you fuck a boy for the sake of my job!"
"Don't! Don't punish yourself about that another minute. Oh, Jeremy, I'm so ashamed. That was no boy, at least not experience wise. I-I had several orgasms with him Jeremy." Again she felt it best he never know about the others who had been present that night.
"You did?" he said, his voice registering shock.
Bonnie had thought he would be angry, but he didn't sound angry. He seemed surprised, but she thought he might even look pleased.
"Did you want me to have an orgasm with the boy?"
"I don't know. I guess I hoped that since I had arranged the whole thing ... I at least hoped you would enjoy it."
"Oh, Jeremy," she smiled into the darkness, "I did enjoy it. Very much. It opened my eyes to how much I cared for you. There were times when his cock was in me that I wished it was your cock."
His arms reached out and pulled her close to him. "Take off your clothes," he commanded.
Quickly she pulled them off and climbed into the bed beside him. She noted happily that he was naked beneath the sheets.
"Now, you are my secretary, correct?" he asked, his voice carrying a strange note of suppressed sexuality.
"Of course," she said, suddenly intensely curious about what was going to happen next.
"Then you should be pretty good at taking dictation?"
"I'm very good at taking dictation," she said proudly.
"Excellent." Jeremy jumped out of the bed and walked over to the bureau next to the wall. He pulled something out of one of the drawers and came back to the bed. He turned on the light on the nightstand. The light was very dim, but it allowed them both to see anything that might happen on the bed.
"I bought something for you," he smiled. In his hand he held the most realistic-looking dildo Bonnie had ever seen.
She gasped. "Oh, Jeremy, it's so handsome! It's almost like the real thing. Are you sure some poor guy isn't running around dickless?"
He laughed. "I'm sure. It even vibrates." Like a boy showing off a new toy he flicked a button. Bonnie grinned with delight at the sensuous vibrating motions the dildo began making. She reached out and circled it with her hand. The sensations were delicious. Her cunt began to cream at the thought of the wonderful thing impaled in her pussy.
"Are you ready to take my dictation?" Jeremy asking, a lusty leer on his face.
"Spread your legs," he ordered. Quickly Bonnie did as she was told. Her already moistening cunt felt warm and alive as the inner folds were exposed to the air of the room.
"Now," Jeremy commanded, "I want you to take this dildo, turn it on, and place the tip against your clit."
Bonnie gasped in astonishment. It sounded terribly naughty and indecent. She couldn't wait to do it.
"But," Jeremy warned, "under no circumstances are you to come. Do you understand?"
"Jeremy," she sighed sadly, "you mean you want me to vibrate my cunt with that gorgeous dildo and I can't have an orgasm?"
"Not until I tell you it's all right."
"What if I can't help myself?" she pouted. "You know how horny I can get. And a vibrator pressed right against my clit? I'll go crazy!"
"I want to see you writhing out of control, my love;" Jeremy said. "I want to see you going out of your mind with your need to come! I want to watch your cunt creaming, your legs bucking, your hips rocking, and I want to be in complete control of you. I want to tell you when and if you can come. Do you understand?"
She nodded, but again repeated her question. "What if I can't help myself, Jeremy? What if I come and you haven't said I could?"
He sighed. "Then you'll have to be punished, my love. If you don't obey the boss you have to be punished, of course."
She looked at him. What on earth would he do to her? She shuddered. She would have to do her best not to come unless he said she could. After all, he was the boss and she the secretary.
"Now here's the dildo," he said, handing her the pink fake prick. "Turn it on."
She did so, immediately smiling at the vibrating sensations shooting through her hands.
"Place the dildo against your clit, Bonnie," he ordered huskily.
Trembling, Bonnie did as she was told. Her super sensitive clit nearly exploded at the touch of the soothing, stroking, vibrating pulses.
" Aaauuuggghhhh!" she sobbed, "oh, Jeremy, it feels so wonderful!"
"Remember, don't come until I say you can," he reminded her.
"Oh, Jeremy," she groaned, her cunt aching and throbbing with need as the vibrator continued its relentless onslaught. Surely Jeremy would give in soon. He wouldn't make her continue this torture indefinitely . . .
"God, Jeremy," she shrieked, as her hips began to buck uncontrollably. "I can't stand it, please. Let me come! Please!"
She started to sob in earnest. Her clit was on fire as the dildo vibrated against the very nerve center of her body. Her hips arched upward of their own free will. Her legs drew together as she fought the orgasm that was building up beyond her ability to stop it. If Jeremy didn't give her the go ahead soon, she felt surely she would come apart at the seams.
"Jeremy, please. Jeremy, please!"
Her thoughts were losing their coherence. All of her concentration now focused on keeping her body from doing what it had to do. Every instinct she had screamed for an orgasm of earth shattering proportions. But she fought it down even as her body wriggled and jerked and spasmed against the invading delight of the dildo.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuggghhhhh, Jeremy, for the love of God! I can't hold back! I can't hold back!"
"Don't come, Bonnie," he ordered. "Don't you come with that dildo at your clit. You wait until I tell you it's all right. You hear me? You do hear me, don't you, Bonnie?"
"Aaaauuuggghhhh, Jeremy! Jeremy! Plesase!!" Wracking sobs tore through her, threatening to rip her to bits.
"Keep that dildo on that clit. Keep that dildo on that clit!"
"Jeremy!"
Every cell in her body was an inferno of erotic need. She knew unless he told her in the next few seconds that she could come, she was going to do it anyway. There was no way she could hold back. And somehow, somewhere in the back of her consciousness she knew that Jeremy knew it too. He was doing this to her deliberately. The dildo did not cease its pulsing against her lust craved clit.
"Don't come!" Jeremy warned. "Don't come!"
"I can't help it, Jeremy! I'm sorry!" The vibrator pressed harder against her cunt gash. "Aaaauuugggghhhhh! Oh! Oh! I'm coming! I'm sorry! I'm commmiiinnngggggg!"
Her body rocked and writhed and bucked ad jumped against the mattress of the bed. Again and again her hips slammed back into the bedcovers. It was several minutes before she could even begin to bring the orgasm under control. Wave after wave after wave of unadulterated sensual madness gripped her and would not let go.
Finally reality began to seep in again. She turned glazed eyes toward the man she loved. She knew he would be disappointed with her. She knew she had failed him.
"I'm so sorry, Jeremy," she whimpered, but she felt her cunt beginning its tell-tale tingling once again, this had already been exquisitely torturous. What possible punishment could he have for her that would be worse? She couldn't wait to find out.
"I told you not to come and you did," he said. His tone was firm. "You're unhappy with me."
"Yes, I am, Bonnie. I had expected more from you. You're a good secretary. And you didn't take your dictation very well."
"I deserve anything you do to me," she smiled timidly.
He looked at her sternly. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
"Yes, Jeremy," she said. "I'm ready for my punishment."
"Good girl. Now stand up by the bed."
Bonnie scooted over the edge of the bed. She stood trembling next to it, waiting for Jeremy to tell her what to do.
"I'm disappointed in your performance as my secretary tonight. I have to teach you who's the boss here."
"Yes, Jeremy."
"Take the dildo and stick it up your cunt hole, please. Make sure that it's vibrating before you do that."
Her lips quivering with shame, Bonnie did as Jeremy instructed.
"Now you're to stand there with the dildo stuffed up your cunt until I tell you differently. Do you understand this time? I want no more mistakes."
"Yes, Jeremy," she whimpered, feeling the soft, sensual vibrations of the dildo arousing her cunt once more to a passionate frenzy. "Can I come this time, Jeremy?"
"Only when I tell you," he snapped. "Now stand there with the dildo up your pussy and don't move!" With that he rose from the bed and walked out of the room.
Where had he gone? she wondered wildly. How long would he leave her here in this degrading position? What if someone else were to come in right now? What if he just went off and left her here? She mustn't think of that, she decided. She had to concentrate on not coming.
The sensations in her wildly pulsing cunt were more than she could stand already. If she came, Jeremy would surely know it just from looking at her. Besides, she knew that she could not lie about it. If he asked her if she had come, she would admit it if she did. But she mustn't come, she mustn't!
Jeremy walked back into the room with an amused grin on his face. "I'm glad to see you haven't come yet, my dear."
"You told me not to, Jeremy. I'm really trying."
"I know you are. And I appreciate it. But you do have to be punished for the time before this."
"I know, Jeremy."
He sat in a chair a few feet away from where she stood. His eyes were glued to the lewd sight of his woman with a vibrating dildo stuffed up her cunt hole. She was going wild, he knew it. Her legs were trembling, her knees quivering. She wanted to come so bad it was tearing her up inside. But he would not relent. She was too over-sexed for her own good. He had discovered that truth too late to prevent what had happened with Seth Thomas. But if everything went well tonight he wouldn't have to worry about her wanting any other cock but his own-ever again.
"How does your cunt feel, Bonnie?" he asked her after several minutes had gone by.
"I'm going crazy, Jeremy. I need to come so badly!"
"I know you do, honey. But this is for your own good."
"How can it be for my good if I can't come?" she cried. "Oh, Jeremy, please, just one little orgasm."
"No," he said, "and I don't want to hear any more about it. You stand there and feel that dildo and what it's doing to you. You're going to learn to control that pussy of yours if it's the last thing you do!"
He stared at the quivering cunt. She was doing better already than she had the first time, if he had this figured right she wouldn't have to go to other cocks. She might be horny as hell, but she'd be able to control it until he could lay his own prick into her. He'd unleashed her pent-up sexual passions and now he intended to bridle them for his own exclusive use. No matter how horny she got she would be able to wait for his cock alone to satisfy her.
Bonnie started as the doorbell rang. "Oh, my," she murmured, "I'd better get something on." She was going to pull the dildo out of her cunt, when Jeremy's harsh command stopped her.
"You stand right where you are, young lady," he said. "You're to keep that dildo right where it is until I say otherwise. Do you understand me?"
"But, Jeremy"
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Jeremy," she said weakly. This was so humiliating. How could he do this to her? She was standing in their bedroom with a vibrating dildo up her cunt and there was someone at the door.
Jeremy rose to answer the knock. He closed the bedroom door behind him.
Who could it be at this hour? she wondered. It was nearly midnight. Thank heaven Jeremy had shut the door. At least he had that much consideration for her condition. If anyone else saw her like this she'd surely die from the embarrassment.
"Come on in, Jake," Jeremy said, opening the bedroom door.
"Jeremy!" Bonnie cried in anguish. "Jeremy, you're not ..."
A tall, dark-haired man followed Jeremy into the bedroom.
"Oh, my God," Bonnie gasped, darting for her robe.
"Stand where you are," Jeremy shouted. "Don't you dare try to cover yourself!"
"Jeremy, please, you have a friend ..." Bonnie shivered in utter humiliation. How could he do this to her?
"You're to do exactly as I tell you, woman. Remember?"
"Yes, Jeremy . . . but-"
"No buts!"
"She is lovely, Jeremy," Jake smiled. He walked over to her and began to take in the firm, ripe tits, the vibrator invaded pussy, the long, slender legs . . .
"She's also a horny little bitch who needs to be taught a lesson," Jeremy grimaced.
"I know the type," Jake admitted. "You have to run 'em with a firm hand."
"That's what I'm trying to do here tonight. You'll note how I've got her standing with the dildo up her cunt. And she's not allowed to come until I tell her she can."
"That's good. That's one of the more effective approaches. Teaches'em cunt control."
Jake didn't seem at all surprised to find Bonnie in her embarrassing predicament. In fact, he seemed to have expected it.
"You called him to come here when you left the room before, didn't you, Jeremy?" she accused.
"Of course I did," Jeremy said. "How else could I complete your punishment?"
Jake walked over to her and inspected her cunt more boldly. His fingers reached in and spread her cunt lips wide apart. He fingered her clit gently.
"Aaauuuggghh," she moaned, "please don't do that. Jeremy said I wasn't to come without his permission, and if you finger my cunt like that I'll have a terrible time doing what he wants me to do."
"It's all part of the lesson, little lady," Jake laughed. "You've got to learn cunt control."
"Yes," Jeremy said, "that way I know there won't be any more incidents with Ned Reed and company. Or even with Debbie."
Bonnie gasped. He knew. He knew everything!
"Yes, I know," he said, edging toward her. "Thats why I've been talking this over with Jake. He's a sex counselor. He said a woman like you has to learn to control her sexual appetite. That is, if you really want to live with me."
Bonnie noted that Jeremy was truly concerned about her answer. He did care about her. He cared enough to go to all this trouble for her.
"Yes, Jeremy, I want to live with you very much. And I want your cock to be enough for me."
"And it will be. My cock is already enough for you. It's just that sometimes I'm not available to fuck you when you need to be fucked. Now you'll be able to handle those periods of horniness until I can get to you with my prick."
Jake teased her clit with his tongue. "Aaaaahhhhhh," she cried. "No!"
"Yes," he murmured. "You have to be able to stand any stimulation. Anything at all. If you can keep from coming, you can have the kind of cunt control you'll need to be Jeremy's woman exclusively. He's a good man and he could use a wonderfully sexy woman like you."
His probing tongue darted into her clit once again. He sucked and pulled on the tiny bud, bringing it to stiff erectness.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, unable to keep her breath from coming in ragged gasps. "I need to come. Oh, I need to come so bad."
The dildo still kept up its relentless pulsing against her pussy. Jake's tongue was sending her into orbit. She wanted to come so badly! So badly. But if she wanted Jeremy she had to hold back. She just had to!
"Hang on, Bonnie," Jeremy soothed. "You can do it! I know you can!"
"Oh Jeremy, I want to. I want to for you! But it's so wonderful. It feels so good. So damned good! The dildo, his tongue! Oh, Jeremy, I don't think I can hold back much longer."
"Then you'll have to live without me!"
"No! I'll do it," she swore. "I'll keep from coming. Oh Jeremy, I won't come, I promise."
"We'll see. We haven't given you the ultimate test yet."
Oh, God, she thought numbly, what more could they do to her? She was already nearing insanity as she fought back the driving urge to give into her overwhelming desire to come.
"Lie down on the bed," Jeremy ordered, "but don't let the dildo fall out."
Walking with extreme care, Bonnie edged over to the bed and lay down. The dildo nearly slipped out, but by contracting her cunt muscles she managed to hold onto it. She lay back and prayed she would keep her orgasm contained for just a little longer. Surely Jeremy wouldn't make her wait more than a few more minutes.
"Spread your legs," Jake said.
Bonnie's legs parted and the dildo slipped out of her cunt. But it was quickly reinserted by the sex counselor.
"We don't want you to do without that, now do we?" he grinned.
Both men began their sensual assault against Bonnie's weakening defenses. Jake grabbed a handful of tit and mouthed the peaks to taut, tingling hardness.
Bonnie writhed and moaned. "Oh, no," she begged. "Please, you can't do this to me. You can't do this to me and not expect me to come! Please, Jeremy, have mercy!"
"You have to learn, Bonnie. You have to. It's for your own good. What if you got a craving for sex some night and get in bed with the wrong kind of man? I'm worried about you. This has to be done. Now, remember, under no circumstances are you to come unless I give you my permission. Is that clearly understood?"
"Yes, Jeremy," she sobbed, her bo4y writhing and jerking beneath the exploring hands of both men.
"I'm getting pretty hot myself," Jeremy joked to Jake.
"Go ahead," Jake urged, "she's your woman, isn't she?"
Jeremy needed no further persuasion. He climbed on top of Bonnie and stuffed his thickened prick head into her mouth. "Take it and suck it," he ordered.
Bonnie was glad for the distraction of the thick piece of cock meat. Her mouth began working furiously, eagerly at the stiffened prick. Jeremy was her man and she wanted him to be happy. She would suck him dry if she could!
Again and again her mouth traced a path up and down the sensitive cock shaft. She tried desperately not to notice the increased invasion of her cunt. Not only was the tingling dildo still going full force, but Jake had also added his fingers to the stimulation. Jeremy's fingers probed her too, reaching for the tender opening to her ass.
She gasped with pleasure as his finger forced her asshole to give him entry. He rammed the digit in and out of the snug ass tunnel. At the same time Jake reamed her cunt out with the dildo.
No! her mind screamed, I can't think of what they're doing to me. I have to think about Jeremy's cock in my mouth. Only think about the cock!
She licked and lapped at the thick prick. Her tongue stabbed at the tiny hole in its tip. She heard Jeremy's sharp intake of breath. In spite of his concentration on keeping her from coming he was beginning to need release himself. She felt the tightening of his balls and knew he was ready to explode.
She found herself eagerly awaiting his flood of cum juice. She wanted to swallow mouthful after mouthful. It was as close to orgasm as she was going to get for now, she realized. And having Jeremy come was a moment of supreme happiness for her too, just as her own orgasm would be if and when they let her have one.
"I can't hold back," Jeremy shouted.
"Then don't," yelled Jake.
Jeremy shot spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum juice down Bonnie's eagerly gulping mouth. She was wild! She was taking in cum almost before he could spurt it into her. Her hands reached up and cupped his balls, stroked his cock. It was as if she hoped to press even more jism out of his spent prick.
"Aaah, that was good," he sighed.
He looked down at Bonnie with renewed appreciation. He hadn't been able to hold back shooting off for more than a second or two. Yet she had held off coming, simply because he was asking her to, for more than forty-five minutes. Maybe he should let her come pretty soon. She was obviously learning her lesson.
"Should I let her come now, Jake?" he queried.
Jake tested the quivering bud of her clit with his tongue. "Not just yet, Jeremy," he said. "She's still got a little more to go. Just a little more."
"Aaaaauuuugggghhhhh, please," Bonnie sobbed. "Please, don't make me wait any longer."
She had gulped down all of Jeremy's delicious cum juice and now she craved to shoot cum juice of her own. She reveled in the thought of Jeremy lapping up her cum as eagerly as she had just taken his.
Jake reached into his coat pocket and produced a red feather. It was about twelve inches long. He proceeded to run the delicate thing up and down Bonnie's entire body.
Tiny electric sparks shot through her. Surely she would lose her mind in a moment. There was no way on God's green earth she could resist coming with that kind of torture. Jeremy was cruel to even allow such a thing to be done to her.
"Please," she pleaded, "please, don't do that! If you touch me with that feather again, I'll come!"
Jeremy grabbed the feather and gently eased it along her tits. He tickled the twin peaks of her nipples until they looked like tiny rocks they were so stiff and hard. Still Bonnie managed to contain her orgasm, although her legs jumped, her stomach quivered, and her tits shook like jelly.
"Aaaauuuuuuggghhhhh, please," she cried. "I promise, Jeremy, I promise, I'll never have another cock as long as I live. Only yours, Jeremy, only yours."
"Just a few more minutes," Jeremy assured her, unable to bear the tortured look in her eyes much longer. She was definitely learning her lesson. She had held back her orgasm longer than he had even dreamed possible.
He wanted his cock to do it for her though. That would be the supreme test. He pulled out the vibrating dildo.
"I'm going to stick my cock in you now, Bonnie," he began.
"I can come," she shrieked. "I can come!"
"No!" he said quietly. "Not yet. Not until I say. I'm going to stick my prick in you and pump your cunt like mad, but still you're not to come. All right?"
"Oh, Jeremy, please, not that. Not your cock! Jeremy, I'm not made of stone. For the love of heaven!"
"I know it's hard, my love," he soothed. "But if you can do this for me, I'll know you're safe from other cocks. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Jeremy," she sobbed. "Yes. But I don't know if I can do it. I love you, Jeremy. You can't expect me not to come with your cock in my cunt."
"We'll see how much you love me, my pet," he whispered. "You're not to come until I say so."
With that he rammed his thickened prick into her sodden pussy. The slippery walls of her cunt closed around his pulsing prick and imprisoned him in torturous ecstasy. Already he felt like coming inside her, but he had to hold off. He had to drive her to the edge.
Up and down, in and out his cock pumped. Thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, he reamed her. He could feel the need of her pussy to contract on him. He could feel the quivering tenseness in her body. She was out of her mind with lust, and yet she still did not come.
"How's she doing, Jake?" Jeremy groaned to the man who now sat quietly on the edge of the bed.
"She's doing very well, my friend," he admitted. "Very well indeed. I think you're really close now. I think you can let her come any time you want."
Bonnie rejoiced at the words. Jeremy would let her come now. He would let her mind and body know the release they craved!
Jeremy considered Jake's words and continued to pump the sodden pussy beneath him. In and out he thrust his cock and suddenly he knew what he had to do, he had to come in her pussy. He had to come inside her without letting her come with him. Only then could he be absolutely certain that she would never stray from him again.
"Please, Jeremy," she begged yet again.
But he did not pause in his stroking motions, nor give any indication that he had even heard her. "I'm going to shoot," he cried. "I'm going to shoot."
"Let me come with you, Jeremy," she screamed. "For God's sake, let me come with you!"
"No! Not until I say!"
His cock pumped wildly now and he fucked her with abandon. In and out, in and out he pumped. The writhing, twisting, wiggling pussy beneath him was more than ready to join him in completion of their act of love, but he could not allow it. Not this time.
"I'm coming!" he gasped. "I'm coming!"
Spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum shot into the gaping cunt that held his prick. It seemed as though he would never spend it all.
"Jeremy!" she shrieked. "Please!"
He stared at her, she had done it! She had kept her orgasm from happening, even in the face of his own.
"All right, Bonnie," he shouted. "All right. Come for me, baby. Come for your man!"
The night dissolved around her. Reality ceased to exist. The only sensation that reached her lust-crazed brain was one of pure, sweeping, immeasurable release. Contraction after contraction seized and held her gushing cunt hole. Her whole body contorted then relaxed, then contorted again.
Her screams filled the night. Shriek after shriek ripped from her throat. She couldn't feel the male hands that strove to keep her from leaping out of the bed. She couldn't feel anything but the orgasmic, seismic shuddering of her cunt.
"I don't think she can hear us," Jeremy shouted to Jake, his voice filled with concern. "I think I held her back too long. God, what if she has lost her mind?"
"Don't panic," Jake said. "Rub her arms and legs. Talk to her."
Over and over Jeremy called Bonnie's name, but the writhing woman on the bed took no notice of it. Her hips bucked, her legs squirmed and her body convulsed as one orgasmic peak led over and over again to another peak of equal or greater magnitude.
"It's been five minutes," Jeremy snapped. "And there's still no sign that's she's even aware of our presence. For heaven's sake, Jake, something has to be done. I have to get her back. I love her!"
"Take it easy!"
"Take it easy? She's my woman and I made her hold back her orgasm longer than I had any right to! I wanted to teach her a lesson, but not this. I didn't want to do this. Bonnie! Bonnie, can you hear me!?"
Bonnie felt as though she were floating, floating somewhere between time and space. Nothing existed for her any more. Only the glorious sensations still ringing from her cunt.
Jeremy had allowed her to orgasm, and she had seized upon it like a woman possessed. Her cunt had burned like an inferno. If anyone was standing near the entrance of her hole they were probably drowned in the onrushing torrent of cunt juice.
Jeremy, she thought, he was so good to her.
He had brought her to this orgasm. He had given her this peace, this fulfillment. She could never have known it without him. If he hadn't kept her at the edge of release all that time, she wouldn't have built up the incredible outpouring of lust that he unleashed in her. She would be eternally grateful to him. Jeremy, oh, Jeremy . . .
"I think I heard her whisper my name," Jeremy said anxiously, peering at Bonnie.
"Jeremy?" she questioned, puzzled by the look in his eyes. If she hadn't known better, she might have thought he was worried about her. Worried abut what? She had just had the most earth-shattering orgasm in the history of womankind. There was absolutely nothing to be worried about!
"Jeremy," she sighed again. "Oh, thank you. Thank you so very much."
Jeremy glanced over at Jake, who was grinning broadly. "I think you're safe to assume that your woman is very grateful for her lesson in cunt control."
"She does seem to be all right," Jeremy admitted.
"Why are you talking about me as if I weren't here?" Bonnie asked.
"Because for a few minutes you weren't,"
Jeremy told her. "You had me scared half to death. Your orgasm was so total, so complete, that I didn't think you'd ever come back from it."
"Oh, Jeremy, it was wonderful." She gazed at him with open adoration.
"Then you're not mad at me for what I did to you tonight?" he questioned, feeling a flooding sense of relief. Looking into her sensual blue eyes he could feel his cock beginning to harden once again. This time they would come together.
She smiled happily when he began to knead her tit. She wanted him again, wanted to feel his prick move inside her.
"Jeremy, am I your woman now?"
"Forever."
"Then can I ask you a favor."
"Anything."
"Can we do this all again tomorrow night?"
Jeremy threw back his head and laughed loud and long. She really was insatiable. "We can do it every night of the week if that's what you want!" he promised. "Now give me that cunt!"
