It would appear that there is very little some people would not do in the interest of "getting ahead". The salesman lying to a prospective customer, in order to make a sale; the politician "buying" friends, and thereby support at the ballot box; the businessman deliberately setting out to destroy his competition... the examples go on and on.
And, as usual, people suffer.
THE SECRETARY'S ITCH is the story of a woman -- Sue Walsh -- who would stop at nothing in order to win a big promotion. With only success in mind, Sue uses her body in order to advance -- and, of course, she suffers. She is surrounded by executives who are willing to use her and abuse her, and her degradation seems destined to continue unabated.
But then the truth is revealed in all its sordidness -- and Sue sees the chance to become the victor rather than the victim.
A shocking novel of human greed and human love. A story of our confused and confusing times.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Oh Gawd, it's good!" she groaned.
The shapely redhead had her black skirt pulled up over her hips. Her hand was violating the sanctity of her black panties. Two fingers sawed in and out of her wet pussy.
She was standing against the hotel-room wall, facing Ken Adler.
The young man, still fully-clothed, sat on the bed watching her. He was mesmerized by the sexy way she looked at him. Her eyes were glazed with lust. The lids drooped with sensual preoccupation. Her lips, full and red, pouted at him.
"Mmmmm, baby, my pussy feels so hot and wet inside! It's really turning me on, doing this in front of you... feeling my cunt, playing with my clit. Oooooohhh, feels good!" Her eyes closed for a moment. Her whole face was wreathed in a sexy glow. Her body quivered in ecstasy.
"Shit, woman, you're the sexiest bitch I ever met in my life!" he told her. He could feel his cock pulsing inside his pants.
Wanting her...
He had met the lovely redhead less than two hours ago, in a bar just down the street from the hotel. It was the last night of his business trip. He was feeling lonely and bored.
Then she'd come up and introduced herself to him as Masie... Masie Owens, she said. A lonely country girl looking for a good time in the big city.
Ken had never met a country girl like Masie. In fact, he'd never met any girl like Masie.
She had barely let him brush her lips with his mouth. But she had put up no objections when he suggested they go back to his hotel room.
When they were inside, she pushed him down onto the bed.
"Sit here, big boy," she told him. "I don't want you to touch me... not yet. I just want you to watch. You turn me on, honey. Oohhh, yesssss."
And with that she raised her skirt high over her hips. She reached down with a red-nailed hand and began to stroke her cunt through her panties.
It didn't take long before the fingers were worming their way up inside the flimsy covering of her panties. They searched, for and found the warm wet opening to her cunt.
"Mmmmm, Kenny," she groaned hungrily. "It feels so good, honey. I love to do this to myself while a man watched me. Turns me on... ooooohhhh! I've got two fingers up inside my pussy, Kenny. Feels nice... awful nice!"
"Jesus, Masie!" Ken groaned. He could think of nothing else to say. His cock was pulsing like a sledgehammer inside his pants. Never in his life had he watched a woman play with herself like this.
What excited him most was, that Masie was so obviously enjoying what she was doing. She looked like a wanton whore as she stood, legs spread, back against the wail, playing with herself. She wore a garter belt to hold up her black stockings. The taut elastic garter stretched lewdly across her white upper thighs.
Her black-lace blouse was cut low in the front. Ken's eyes were drawn for a moment to her swelling cleavage. Her breasts were rising and falling urgently with her excitement. The smooth white skin between the peaks seemed to lure him, to beckon him to come forward and investigate their hills and valleys.
"Shit, what a pair of tits!" he enthused. "You're a good-looking woman, Masie! And you obviously what to do with it! Does it feel good... are your fingers making your twat feel good?"
His voice was thick as he asked his lewd question.
"Ohhhhh yesss! Oh Gawd... yesssss!" she moaned. She was obviously becoming more and more intensely aroused. Her fingers worked feverishly inside the crotch of her panties. She stared at the man she had picked up such a short time ago -- not seeing him -- just feeling... feeling the hot twinges of fiery lust that teased every nerve-ending.
"My pussy's so wet," she murmured excitedly. "Aaaaaahhhhh! Good-d-d!"
"Pull your panties down, baby!" he told her. "I want to get a look at that sweet cunt of yours!" By now, his excitement was almost more than he could bear. He rubbed roughly over the crotch of his trousers. His cock ached mightily.
It was hungry for release. For cunt.
Masie wriggled with enthusiasm. "Okay, Kenny," she mewled. "I'll let you see my pussy, baby. I'll pull down my panties if you want me to."
"I want you to!" he growled.
Her breath coming hot and heavy, she reached down and grasped the hip band of her bikini panties. With only one hand free to help her -- the other sawed hard and rhythmically in and out of her cunt -- it took several moments to wriggle the little strip of cloth down. But finally they fell free, landing in a black pool around her feet. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
Ken's cock jerked heatedly. It thrilled him to watch this wanton woman performing for him. The little bushy patch of her red cunt-hair stared provocatively at him. The bright red of her nail polish contrasted lewdly with the rust color of her crotch-hair. Her black garter-belt framed the red triangle obscenely.
Though her panties were the only article of clothing Masie had removed, she seemed more sexy, more appealing to Ken than if she had been totally naked.
She looked like a shameless whore, showing just what she had to show. It titillated the young salesman. He could hardly wait to fuck her.
"Shit, you got a pretty little pussy, Masie!" he told her. "Move it, baby! Get yourself off! Then I'm going to give you the fucking of a lifetime!" He watched spellbound as her fingers flew back and forth up between her legs. He could see her legs trembling with excitement, struggling to hold her up.
"Spread 'em wide, baby!" he said gruffly. "Spread those legs so I can get a look at your clit."
Obediently, she moved her feet farther apart. She tilted her belly upward a little. By bending down, he was now able to catch a glimpse of the pink nub of her clitoris. It peeked obscenely trough the red thatch of her cunt-hair.
He watched her slick fingers sliding into her pussy. It fascinated him to watch them emerge, coated with her juices, until he could again glimpse the bright red tips.
"Mmmm, fuck your pussy, Masie! Do it! Shit, you're a real little bitch, Masie! You really turn me on, baby!"
"Ooooohh, Kenny!" she sighed. "It feels so fine, baby! My pussy's wide open? So hot! So wet!"
"Jee-zuz," he replied excitedly. "I bet you're gonna cum that way, aren't you, bitch? Jeez, do it! I want to see you cum! Do it for me, baby!"
"Ooohhh, I am! I am, Kenny! It's getting so hot! Jee-zuz... Jee-zuz, it's good!"
Her fingers flew furiously in and out of her pussy. They seemed to have a will of their own, determined to bring her to orgasm. Her tongue ran nervously over her lips. She was bending forward slightly to drive her fingers as far as they would go into her fiery hole.
She slammed her cunt down fitfully against her hand... again and again and again until at last the tumultuous heralds of lust were driven from her body. She dropped to her knees and pressed her hand hard against her pussy for several long moments. He head was bent forward. Her long red hair fanned out on the carpet.
Finally she raised her head and looked at the man watching her. His face showed an eager leer. She smiled at him, her bright green eyes taking him in slowly. They grew wide and interested as they fell to his lap.
In his excitement, he had pulled his cock from his pants. It stood out, hard and thick and long. Eager for action.
"Oooh, Kenny, what a beautiful cock!" she mewled. She came toward him on hands and knees and knelt at his feet. She grasped his prick firmly at the base and bent forward. She licked the tip in a long caressing swipe of the tongue.
"Aaahhhh!" Ken moaned. "Ooooohh, Jee-zuz; feels great, Masie. Yeah-h! Yeah-h-h! Suck it, baby! Suck it for me!"
He gripped her head firmly and forced it down onto his turgid cock.
"Aaa-iieeeee!" he grunted. Her warm wet mouth on his prick was like butter on a bun. It seemed his cock had been waiting forever for that one sensation.
"Come on, baby! Suck it!" Without giving her time to adjust to his swollen length in her mouth, he began to move her head up and down. He loved the fed of her lips nibbling and sucking on his aching hardness.
"Jeez, what a woman you are!" he told her. It seemed no trick for the sexy redhead to recover from her own climax and immerse herself in the task of sucking Ken's cock. She began to suck and lap at his thick prick with total enthusiasm. She didn't seem even the least bit tired.
She wanted more sex. More excitement. More orgasms. Ken could sense all that about her.
The young man had never met a woman who aroused so intensely in him the kind of feelings he only enjoyed alone... at home... with his girlie magazines...
"Hot damn, woman! Suck it! Yeah... that's the way!" His heated words of encouragement came between pants and grunts. Never had the young salesman known this kind of excitement.
The wanton woman who had just made herself cum in front of him was now eagerly sucking on his cock. Her skirt was still pushed up around her waist. He watched her bare ass undulate frenziedly as she worked.
"Mmmmmm! Tastes good! Good cock!" she told him between bobbing motions. "I love the taste of it in my mouth! I love it!"
The sensations the redhead was dealing Ken's aching cock were almost more than he could handle.
It seemed the greatest of good luck that he should have run across Masie tonight... just when he was so horny he thought he was going to bust. The sexy redhead was just what the doctor ordered.
Hot and hungry. With all the moral reservations of a cat in heat.
"Aaiiliieeeeee! Yeahhhhh! Christ!" The handsome young salesman bit his lip as he struggled to maintain self-control. She was really turning him on. Making his teeming balls surge with excitement.
But he didn't want to cum in her.
Not yet.
Not in her mouth.
He wanted to find out what it was like to fuck that sweet little red-fringed twat of hers! And right now seemed like as good a time as any. Before her honey lips got the better of him and sucked his heavy load right out of his hard cock.
Pushing her head roughly to one aide, he stood up. He adjusted her position only slightly. She was still kneeling on the floor; only now her head rested on the bedspread. He raised her ass-cheeks a little so they provided an alluring target for his swollen organ.
"Your mouth is sweet, baby," he told her. "But I got to fuck you. I got to fuck you now!"
"Oh yeas! Gawd yes!" Her whole body trembled with excitement. "Fuck me, Kenny! Fuck me!" She thrust her garter-streaked back in search of him.
As he knelt behind ha, Ken noticed a glimmer of moisture shining in the thick curls of the pubic hair that tufted out between her buttocks. The sight made his prick jerk urgently.
She was hot and wet and ready. Anxious for the filling feel of his turgid prick up in her greedy snatch!
He held his cock firmly at the base and closed in on his target. When his cockhead nudged her ass, he thought the woman would go out of her mind with excitement.
"Oh Gawd, do it to me!" she groaned. Her whole body trembled and churned in lust with abandon. "Fill me with your big hard cock, lover!"
"Anything for you, baby!" ho told her gruffly. "I'm gonna fill that sweet little cunt of yours so full, you're gonna beg for mercy!"
"Oh yeah, baby! Do it! Fuck me! Please fuck meeee!"
That kind of encouragement was more than the young man could insist. Already half beside himself with excitement, he longed for the moment when he would feel his hard prick buried in her wet pussy.
One hard shove forward, and his longing became a hot throbbing reality.
His stiff cock was buried deep in her hungry, duping cuntal depths.
"Yeah, Masie, I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you! Jee-zuz, what a greedy little cunt! It's trying to eat me alive!"
Without waiting an instant for her to adjust to the filling presence of his blood-swollen prick, Ken began to pump rhythmically in and out of her. He groaned each time her cunt opened to nibble at his cock-head. Each time he pound his cock deep into her pussy, she grunted with primitive lust. The young salesman had never in his life made love to a woman who responded with such frantic fervor. It made his cock pulse harder inside her every time she ground her ass at him.
"Ooooohhh. Yummm! Nice cock! Good cock! Makes my cunt feel so good!" she told him. He watched her long red hair form a halo in motion around her head as she tossed it from side to side. In his lascivious enthusiasm, he grabbed hold of her garter straps. He pulled them away from her thighs, then let go.
They snapped back against her white skin with a loud crackling noise.
"Aaaiiieee!" she moaned. "That hurts, Kenny. Don't hurt me!" Though her voice had a pleading tone, he could tell she enjoyed the pain. Her buttocks were gyrating back against him with more vigor than ever.
His knees were beginning to ache, but Ken paid no attention. He fucked hard and long and rhythmically in and out of the kneeling redhead's cunt. From time to time he pulled on her garters and mapped them back.
Goading her! Driving her to new peaks of masochistic lust!
"Aaahhh, yesss! I needed this so bad! I needed to get fucked so bad, Kenny! Mmmmmmm!"
The longer he fucked her, the more incoherent her mewls and cries became. He barely recognized her now as the tall, self-possessed redhead he had met in the bar only hours ago. She was reduced to a writhing panting, moaning heap of sensation. Pure animal lust.
The more abandoned the woman became, the more the salesman came to losing control. He wondered for a brief moment whom she was, where she had come from. How had she come to this -- reduced to seeking her pleasure with a stranger picked up in a bar?
He didn't ponder the questions long. He didn't really care about the woman... other than as the writhing mass of voluptuous womanhood pinned beneath his hard cock.
"Yeah, you're hot, baby, aren't you?" he teased her. "Is your little pussy just about ready to explode? Tell me what it feels like, baby!"
"Gawd, uuuuh... it feels good, lover. I feel like a rag doll. No strength... just hunger... yeahhhh, more cock... that's the way, baby. Jee-zuz!"
Her words excited Ken. He began to pick up his pace. She went crazy with excitement. Her gartered ass churned frantically. Her red hair flew around her head.
"More... more... aaiiieeeee, do it now!" Totally involved in the experience now, Ken strove to keep up with her. Again and again his smooth cock soared up into her hot cunt-grip. He could feel the tip banging against her rubbery cervix. He was filling her as deep as he could go... as deep as any man could go.
"Ooooohhh... ooohhhhhhhhh... Aaaaaiiieeeee, I'm... I'm cummmming-g-g!" She banged her ass-cheeks back against his loins time after time, working out the intensity of her release.
"Oh shit, it's good... it's so, good!" she moaned.
Her reaction launched the young man on a crisis of his own.
"Uuuhh!" he grunted. "Me too! I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna fill that sweet twat of yours with thick white stuff! Yeah-h-b-h-h!"
His orgasm hit him like an avalanche. He lost all control over reality for several moments as he wrestled with the tidal wave of sensation that erupted from his balls with his cum.
"Hhhhnnnhh! Sweet pussy! Yeah-h!"
Exhausted by his climax, he fell forward onto her, forcing her onto the carpet full-length. They didn't move for perhaps five minutes. Then Ken struggled to his feet.
"Better get up, Masie," he told her. "I've got an early plane to catch, baby, and I need my beauty rest. It's been fun, doll."
Her big green eyes looked up at him. She was hurt. Hurt and confused.
"You mean... you mean... you don't want me to stay with you tonight?"
"Sorry, baby," he said. He didn't dare look her in the eye. "After all, we don't even know each other. And I gotta sleep tonight. I can't be fucking around. I gotta head for the office as soon as I get back home."
She seemed crestfallen, but she said nothing more. She got up and smoothed down her skirt. She retrieved her purse from the bedside table and her panties from the floor. She looked at him one last time before she opened the door and left. She didn't say good-bye.
Ken felt just a little guilt-ridden, but he shook it off. He undressed and climbed into bed. Sleep came easily, and the dreams were good.
He dreamed of the cute little head typist in the office back home. She was always playing hard to get. But in Ken's dreams, she was eager to please. Hot and ready.
And Ken, with his new experience, knew just how to handle her.
When he awoke to the alarm at five in the morning, Ken felt happy and excited. He wasn't sure what he had been dreaming, but he knew it had been good.
He wondered if pretty Sue Walsh would be glad to see him when he got back to the office. He could sure hardly wait to see her.
Chapter Two
Sue Walsh was enjoying herself.
The restaurant her date had chosen had been very expensive and very good. Now they had come to this posh nightclub. Sue was ready to dance the night away.
She wasn't sure exactly how she felt about Barry Fields, the young businessman she was dating for the first time tonight. She had known Barry for months now. He often came to the office for business consultations.
He was good-looking. He earned a lot of money. But there was something about his brash manner that made her nervous. Barry had certainly been very nice to her this evening, though. She couldn't deny that.
She thought she was beginning to like the tall blond. He was obviously a very generous man. He had ordered the best of everything at the restaurant. And he had tipped the waiter generously to get them a nice little dark booth at the club.
Sue liked that. At the age of twenty-three, she was no longer interested in dates that offered her a hamburger and a long necking session in the park. She wanted to live a little.
"Gee, Barry, this is really a nice place," the pretty brunette enthused. She was working on her second cocktail of the evening. She felt pleasantly giddy. Just enough to make the whole world look rosy.
"I'm glad you like it, Sue," he told her. "I've been wanting to spend some time with you for months. I want you to enjoy our times together. I want there to be more of them."
Sue blushed as she felt his hand graze her thigh under the table. The sensation made her heart leap to her throat. It had been some time since Sue had been made love to -- had felt a man's touch -- and her body obviously craved it. Her mind, however, kept a strict rein on her emotions.
She didn't want Barry to think she was the kind of woman who was going to let a man take liberties on the first date.
Without a word, she moved her thigh out of his reach.
"That would be nice, Barry," she murmured, not looking at him. She was a shy woman. Though her dark good looks brought her lots of attention from men, she had never managed to conquer her embarrassment in the face of admiration. Sometimes she wished she had not been born so pretty. She would prefer to be able to pass through life more unnoticed.
Though she wore her long hair in a strict bun at the office and wore granny glasses instead of contact lenses, men were always lingering at her desk. Her boss never scolded Sue about it though.
He knew it was the men, and not Sue, who were doing the flirting.
Sue and Barry got up to dance. It was a slow number. The brunette was only five foot two, and the top of her head was about level with Barry's chin. Her fun firm breasts pressed against his belly.
Though she realized Barry was holding her a bit tighter than necessary, Sue made no protest. She enjoyed the lulling rhythm of the music. It made her feel soft and contented. This was Friday night and she could sleep in as long as she wanted tomorrow. She was having fun.
When they had finished their drinks, Barry suggested they leave.
"It's almost one," he said. "Past my bedtime." He smiled suggestively at Sue, but she was looking toward the dance floor. She missed the clear intention in his eyes.
The pretty typist was disappointed.
It wasn't often she got to really enjoy herself. She wanted to make the evening last and last. Besides, as long as they were in a public place, she wouldn't have to go through the awkward business of good-nights. Barry was a very forceful man. She didn't relish having to fight off his attentions if he decided to try to make love to her.
Barry did most of the talking on the drive home. Sue watched his profile as he drove. He was very handsome, she realized. His white-blonde hair tone in the moonlight. His clean-shaven chin looked strong. For a moment, the modest brunette felt flattered that he was even interested in her.
I must be kind of dull compared to most of the women he knows, she mused.
When they pulled up in front of the little frame house Sue's parents had left her, Barry pulled her close to him on the seat. He kissed her warmly on the cheek, but made no further advances. He just held her close.
Sue felt relieved. Obviously Barry was just interested in her for her body. He really liked her. That revived her confidence. She decided to ask him in for coffee. She was too excited by the alcohol and the dancing to think of sleep yet.
"That's really nice of you, Sue," he replied. "I could use a nightcap more than a cup of coffee though. Coffee just keeps me awake."
Inside the house, Sue rummaged around in the back of the linen closet for the liquor that had been there ever since her parents died two years before. Though not a total abstainer, Sue never drank at home. She saved the giddy feeling it gave her for special occasions.
She found a good French brandy and poured some into a snifter glass.
"Won't you join me?" Barry said. "I feel lonely drinking alone."
She looked into his big blue eyes. They inspired confidence. No wonder Barry was so good at his job, she thought.
"Okay... just this once," she replied. "I don't want a guest to feel lonely."
While she sipped at her drink, Barry put a record on the stereo.
"Gee," she giggled. "I haven't heard that once since I was in high school I forgot I had it."
"I like the old songs," he told her. "They make me feel romantic."
Sue felt a little tremor run down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was fear or anticipation she was experiencing. She took a long sip of her brandy.
"Gee, I didn't even think I liked brandy," she mid. "This stuff is good."
"It sure is. It's the best you can buy. Your father obviously was a man of good taste."
The reference to her beloved father made Sue feel lonely. It had taken her a long time to get over her parents' auto accident. Even now, it still hurt to think how they had been taken away from her. By rights, she should have had her parents around until she was well into middle age. Her parents had been teen-agers when she was born. Sue had no other relatives. Family occasions like Christmas and Easter had been agonizing the last couple of years.
"My father was a wonderful man," she said. "I sure miss him." Fighting back the tears that threatened to fill her eyes, she pound refills for both herself and Barry.
"It must be lonely living here all alone." Barry's voice was soft and sympathetic.
"Sometimes," she replied bravely. "It's not so bad though. I have good friends. They keep me from feeling lonely."
In fact, the pretty brunette did not have many friends. Everyone she knew liked her well enough. But Sue was known as a sober type, a drag at a party. She didn't get too many invitations out. Most of her evenings were spent reading romance novels or watching television.
Sue realized she was falling prey to a bout of self-pity. But she couldn't help herself. The alcohol had let down her guard on her normally well-suppressed emotions.
She welcomed the tender touch of the blond man's arm on her shoulders. She liked the good strong feel of him as he pulled her close.
It surprised her when, instead of the brotherly peck on the cheek he had given her before, Barry clasped her passionately. Too shocked to resist, she opened her mouth and let his tongue explore her hot inner recesses.
She felt a fiery surge of excitement down between her tightly-clenched thighs. The alcohol aided and abetted her lascivious responses. She found herself kissing him back. She shaved her own tongue deep into his mouth and darted it against his. Passion seemed to overwhelm her, like a tornado blast. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. For the first time in many months, she experienced pure desire. An aching need to be filled.
Sue was no virgin. She had had a long unhappy love affair with a young man who finally left her far the Marine Corps and a tour of duty overseas. Ever since then she had mistrusted men and their intentions.
She had tried to deny her body's obvious wants and needs.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she felt his hand caress her full breasts through her silk blouse. "Feels nice, Barry."
"Yes, honey... I know," he replied. "You're such a beautiful woman, Sue. I've wanted you for so long. I want you so much tonight... right now!" His voice sounded urgent.
Sue experienced pangs of fear. The alcohol did its work quickly, burying her apprehensions in the greater ambrosia of pleasure. She didn't resist when he pulled her down beside him, so they were both lying full length on the couch.
"Mmm, you've got such beautiful breasts, Sue honey. I love the feel of them. They're so firm... so round." His soft words soothed her as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, then with her bra clasp. At last he had moved aside enough material to allow him to cup a full heaving breast in one hand.
He worded the little nipple with his fingers, pulling it, squeezing it. Then he bent over and enclosed it between his lips.
"Oooooohh, Barry... that feels wonderful!" she cooed, her voice a little thick from the alcohol. "Your mouth feels so gentle on me." She ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging huh as he moved back and forth between both breasts. His tongue and lips worked busily, inciting her nipples to pink rigidity.
She felt a little embarrassed, realized how lewd her behavior was... lying here on her couch in her parents' house with her blouse open, her bra pushed up, a man's face buried in her cleavage on a first date! For several moments her conscience struggled with her libido, urging her to stop her scandalous conduct.
Lust won every inning.
The maddening tongue-caresses on her pink swollen nipples and round breasts were loosening all Sue's inhibitions.
"Aaaaahhhhh... mmmmmm, feels sooo good... It's been so long, Barry! You're such a wonderful person... I've had such, a nice time tonight."
Sensing the woman's mounting passion, the man eased his hand down over her belly and thighs, up under the hem of her skirt. He sought and found the wet crotchband of her panties.
Not wanting to go too far too fast, he caressed her pussy through her panties. He could feel her taut little clitoris standing up rigid under the material.
"Hhhhhh... oohh, Barry!" she moaned. "I don't think I've ever felt this nice." Through her alcoholic haze, the woman realized this was her parents' house. Maybe they were looking down at her this very minute. She started to struggle against his caresses.
But he got to her first.
A finger intruded into the crotch band of her panties. It buried itself inside the heated folds of her cunt.
"Agghhh! Oohh! Ooooohhh!"
All thoughts driven from her mind, she writhed in ecstasy as his fingers explored her cunt inside her panties.
His mouth still labored over her full swelling tits. The combination of sensations was driving her wild. She was being totally wanton, totally immoral. But for the moment she didn't care. Her body needed satisfaction more than her mind needed peace.
"Do it to me, Barry," she moaned. "It's so good! Sooo good!"
She enjoyed the gentle feel of his exploring fingers. His movements were smooth and sensuous. He did nothing to startle her. He was turning her body into pure molten pleasure.
"Oh Barry-y-y... you're a wonderful person... yesss!"
"Jeez, baby," he panted.
He was becoming more and more excited by the hot caresses of her cunt on his fingers. His cock was pulsing fitfully inside his trousers. He wanted the woman desperately. He knew he had to be gentle to work her into the mood. But he knew any minute the dam would burst. Passion would get the best of manners. The only thing that would concern him would be sticking his cock in her cunt up to the hilt.
"Feel good, baby? Does it feel good?" he asked her anxiously. He gritted his teeth against the hunger in his prick.
"Oh yesss, Barry. It feels so good, I can't tell you... aaahhhh!"
"Do you want more, baby?" he asked hurriedly. "Do you want more?"
"Ahh, yesss... more, Barry... give me more," she moaned, scarcely aware of what she was saying.
The unbridled hunger in her voice snapped the last hold on his self-restraint. He reached down and pulled his cock from his fly. Then he rolled onto her, poising his hard prick over the panty-covered prize of her pussy.
"Jee-zuz, Sue," he grunted. "You really turn me on, baby. Fuck... oh Christ, I've got to fuck you!" He reached down and pulled at her panties.
The feel of his hard naked cock against her thighs snapped Sue out of her delirium of lust. She stared wide-eyed up at him as she struggled to push his powerful body off her. Immediately she was overwhelmed with shame that she had let him go as far as she had.
She had to stop it... right now... or she would never be able to look herself in the mirror again.
This wasn't love... this was sordid. It was nothing but... brute lust. She'd been acting like an animal. Tears streamed from her eyes.
"Oh please... please stop, Barry. You've got to stop! I didn't mean it! It's not right!"
He scarcely paid any attention to her words. The big man had gone too far to back off now. His cock was crying for release. If this little prick-tease thought she was going to cut him off when she'd got him this excited... well, he had another thing coming!
"Sssshhh... it's going to be all right! It's going to feel good!" He tried to soothe her with muttered words of endearment, but she kept struggling. Finally he quit trying to convince her. He managed to get her panties down as far as her thighs. He guided the bulbous head of his cock to her pussy-slit and shoved.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she cried. "No... No! Stop! Don't do this to me! Please, Barry, please!" She squirmed and wriggled like a woman possessed. But his superior size and strength conquered her.
There was no tenderness in their mating any more. He lay heavily on top of her, holding her head against his chest to muffle her cries. He shoved his cock again and again and again deep into her cunt.
"Aahhh, Jee-zuz!" he grunted. "What a tight little pussy!" Barry was slightly embarrassed by what he was doing. He would never have planned this kind of encounter with a woman. But at the moment, the only thing that mattered was pumping his cock into her clenching pussy until he squirted her full of cum.
That was the only thing in Barry Fields' mind!
"Gawd, what a pussy!" he grunted. And once again he shoved his cock deep into her quivering belly.
The intensity of her passion had combined with her horror to put Sue in a traumatic state of mind. Gradually she quit struggling against him. She just lay there, letting him fuck her. Even the tears had stopped. She felt nothing but an overwhelming despair.
While her mind wrestled with her grief, her cunt began to lurch up slightly to meet the long powerful strokes of Barry's cock. She felt like a whore, lying on her couch half naked while this man fucked her. But her body obviously relished what was happening.
Her body was a traitor to her own beliefs about right and wrong!
"Please..." she murmured; "Please stop doing this to me." There was no conviction, no emotion in her voice. Just a hollow pain.
"Ahh, cut it out, Sue," Barry told her brutally. The way the petite brunette was acting confused him. It embarrassed him and angered him. She was trying to lay her own guilt trip on his shoulders!
"You love it and you know it, bitch!" he told her. "Someone who thinks she's getting raped doesn't wiggle her hips like that!"
Sue had no answer for him. She didn't know how to account for the response of that part of her that she couldn't keep in check.
Her mind was in despair while her buttocks continued to grind up to meet Barry's blood swollen prick. The tingling in her loins was maddening. She wanted to extinguish it... to let him know how much she hated him for what he was doing to her.
She wanted to make him suffer too.
But, still her cunt clung to his cock like a drowning man clings to a lifebuoy.
His pace became more and more frantic until his asscheeks were pumping like a steam-engine.
"Ahhh Christ!" he exclaimed. "Shit, that sweet pussy's doing it to me, baby! Jee-zuz... I'm cuming!"
It horrified her to know he was squirting his wet load deep into her belly. With all the intimacy of a housewife throwing out the garbage. There was no love between them... no liking... no contact... and still she had to suffer indignity of having his cum inside her. She felt sick.
As soon as Barry had recovered from his tempestuous orgasm, he rose to his feet and prepared to leave. He reached down to caress Sue's cheek, but she slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me," she snapped. Now that the ordeal was over, she was seized with anger. Against herself as well as against the man.
She should never have let this get started! Never!
"Sue..." he began, apparently oblivious to the cold slap of her words. Then he reined in his tenderness and looked at her fiercely. "When you think about this, doll," he said snidely, "I think you'll discover that you led me into it all the way. You can't blame a guy for wanting to go on when the chick lets him get that far."
He was right, and Sue knew it. She felt more sick inside than ever. Her anger vanished, gave way once again to despair.
"Please... just leave me alone," she whispered.
"Sure, doll... Glad to. It makes me nervous, being around neurotic chicks, like you."
"Barry?"
He stopped just as he was about to open the front door. "What?"
"Please don't tell anyone about this," she murmured desperately.
He looked at her in disgust. "Shit... you think I enjoyed the experience? I'm gonna go home and gargle real good -- try to erase the whole Goddamned evening from my mind."
He slammed the door behind him.
Sue was determined not to cry. She poured herself a shot of brandy and downed it quickly. She poured a second and took it into the bedroom with her.
It was the first time she had ever drunk alone.
Chapter Three
By the time the following Wednesday rolled around, Sue was feeling much better.
She had managed to convince herself that what had happened to her probably happened to many people at least once. The thing to do was to never let it happen again.
She would ignore Barry Fields from now on. She didn't need him, or his good opinion. She couldn't be held responsible for one drunken mistake in a lifetime of good behavior.
Wednesday was the day Ken Adler came back from his sales trip.
Ken was the best up-and-coming young salesman in the office. And the best-looking. Sue had had a crush on Ken for a long time. She had never done anything about it. It angered her that with the very man who wanted to get to know, she was tongue-tied. When he looked at her with his big brown eyes, she melted inside. She knew he was a bit of a rake, but she didn't care. Men were supposed to be like that.
Women were the ones who had to impose the limits on them. That was where she had failed with Barry. She hadn't set the limits from the very beginning.
As she watched Ken talking and laughing with the office staff at the other end of the room, a shudder ran through her. She would die if Ken ever found out what she had done with Barry! On their first date! More than anyone else's, she wanted Ken's respect.
She smoothed her bun into place and removed her glasses when she saw him coming toward her.
"Hi, beautiful," he greeted her. "You been good while I was gone?" He perched on the corner of her desk.
For a moment Sue was frightened. Could he have found out?
The friendly admiring look in his big brown eyes reassured her. Surely he could never look that way at a woman he knew had acted as she had.
"I'm always good, Ken," she said rather primly. She could have kicked herself for her prudish remark. She should have said something funny! Gosh, when would she ever learn to be more relaxed with people!
"Glad to hear it, baby! I want you to save yourself for me. Listen, why don't you come out for dinner with me Friday night? You'd be doing a lonely man a great favor." He smiled at her.
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Ken," she said, and then could have kicked herself. "I'm busy Friday."
"Oh... okay." He seemed disappointed. "Maybe another time. Well, I'll see you later, beautiful. Take good care of yourself."
As she watched him cross the room, Sue bit her lip fiercely. She had just given up the dream of a lifetime for her bridge-club meeting. Gosh, she could play bridge anytime!
Oh well, she consoled herself. At least, this way, he won't think I'm easy to get. A man appreciates something he has to work for.
But that thought was cold consolation as she watched him sit on Greta's desk, the office receptionist. Was he asking her out too? she thought bitterly. Oh, I hope he asks me out again. I'll just die if he doesn't!
The morning seemed to drag after that. Everyone else went out for lunch on the stroke of twelve, but Sue decided to stay behind and catch up on some work. She was too depressed to listen to the silly gossip of the other girls in the office.
Fifteen minutes into lunch hour, Sue found she was out of correcting fluid. As head typist she had a key to the supply room. The receptionist kept the other key.
She entered the large dimly-lit room where all the office supplies were kept as well as the company's old files and records. It was like being in a dusty library. The room had no windows. She started to head for the cupboard where odds and ends were kept.
She stopped short as the sound of voices assailed her ears.
"Oh Ken... do it to me, Ken! It feels so good!" a woman's voice exclaimed.
"Oh yeah, baby," the male voice replied.
"Jee-zuz, it's hot and sweet up there. Christ, sweet pussy, baby!"
Curiosity got the better of her surprise, and Sue began to move stealthily forward. She peeked through the rows of files on one shelf into the next aisle.
The sight that greeted her made her eyes glow and her mouth open with amazement.
Greta, the receptionist, had her dress hiked up over her hips. Her pussy was bare, giving easy access to Ken Adler's groping fingers!
Ken! Sue's anguish was intense. This was all she had meant to him. As soon as she turned him down, he went and found a woman who would let him play with her right in the office!
She started to turn away, but her attention was caught by the lewd sight of his lust-slickened fingers skewering the girl's hair-fined cunt. Greta's pussy was churning up to meet his hand. She was leaning against the shelves behind her, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her lips were parted, sensuous looking, coated with a thin sheen of her saliva.
What a slut! Sue thought angrily. She had never called anyone a name like that in her life. But her jealousy called for drastic measures. Greta had stolen the attentions of the man she wanted for her own. That made her a slut in Sue's eyes.
The watching brunette felt her own pussy-slit moistening with excitement as she continued to watch the lewd scene on the other side of the shelves. She premed her thighs together to try to smother the treacherous feelings brewing there.
"Oh Gawd, Ken, fuck me with your fingers! It's delicious! Do it for me, baby!" Her blonde curls bobbed atop her head as her head foil back in erotic unconsciousness.
"I've got something even better for you, Greta," he told her in a voice thick with lust. He fell to his knees in front of her and reached for the hairy folds of her cunt.
He parted the lips carefully, then moved in with his tongue. He stabbed her hardened clitoris with its rubbery tip. Then he circled the hard little nubbin again and again with his lips, his tongue, his whole mouth.
"Aaaiieeee! Oh, Ken! Ken darling! It's won-n-n-derfull!"
Sue bristled with jealousy when she heard her rival call the handsome salesman "darling". But still she was more titillated than revolted. She knew her own clitoris must be hard and swollen inside her panties. She could feel the moisture seeping between her pussy-lips.
What does it feel like to have a man's mouth on your pussy? She asked herself wonderingly. It looks like it feels awfully good!
Greta was running her tongue fitfully over her full tits as though she were relishing the taste, of what was happening to her, as well as the feel. Her eyes were closed. Her head rocked heedlessly from side to aside against the shelves. Greta kept writhing.
"Suck my pussy, Ken!" she encouraged the kneeling man in a groaning half-whisper. "Ahhh shit, it's soooo good!"
The attractive receptionist began to hump her hips forward into his face. She was obviously trying to force his tongue deep into her cunt. She reached down and gripped his hair -- the thick chestnut hair Sue admired so much. She guided his mouth back and forth along her cunt-slit.
"Yeahhh... that's the way... that's the way, baby!"
"You've got a sweet-tasting cunt, Greta," Ken told her lewdly. "It's wet as hell, you know that? You're real excited, aren't you, baby?"
"Yessss," she moaned. "Oh yessss!"
Combined with the disgust she felt at her idol's lewdness, Sue felt a growing titillation up between her thighs. Scarcely thinking about what she did, she pulled her skirt up and slipped a hand up inside. She began to rub the panty-covered slit of her crotch. It was wet with her excitement.
Slowly, with growing arousal, the young brunette began to massage her cunt through her panties. She wanted to groan aloud as she felt her fingers gaze over the swollen, sensitive peak of her clitoris.
Her body was excited! Excited by the obscene coupling going on in the next aisle.
"Aaaiiieee! Oh Gawd! Your tongue feels so good in my pussy, lover," Greta groaned. Her hips worked back and forth against the man's face. Her whole body was undulating with impassioned enthusiasm.
Watching the other woman's response quickened Sue's own arousal. Throwing caution to the winds, she snaked a finger inside her panties and shoved it deep into her pussy-hole.
"Nnnnnn..." She just managed to stifle a moan that rose to her lips. The young voyeur couldn't remember ever being this excited before. The forbidden thrill of watching two people making love, unseen, was making her cunt throb with passion.
Forgotten now was the hurt she had felt when she first discovered the pair. She forgot about her own feeling for Ken. Her attention was focused on the sexual scenario going on between the salesman and the receptionist.
Her finger flew with wild abandon in and out of her wet needing cunt. She held the crotchband of her panties aside with her free hand to give her greater freedom of movement in her greedy hole.
"Oh Ken! Oh Ken! Do it to me, baby!" Greta murmured obscene encouragement to the man whose mouth worked so tantalizingly along her aroused genitals.
"Jee-zuz, Greta, I can't take it any more! I've got to fuck you, baby!"
Sue watched Ken rise to his feet and open his fly. Her mouth fell open in admiration as she gazed on the thick swollen shaft of his cock. It seemed so big!
The throbbing in her cunt increased as Sue watched him guide his cock between Greta's thighs and into the wet welcoming passage of her pussy.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" the receptionist wailed. "Oh Christ! Your cock feels so good in me, Ken!"
"Hnnnnhh!" he moaned. "Your cunt feels good too, baby! Aaahhh... yeahhhh... real good!"
He began to thrust his prick in and out of her cunt. Sue strained her eyes to catch the gleam of moisture that coated his swollen instrument. As her finger penetrated her cunt, she wondered what it would be like to feel him hot and hard inside her.
Once again, her earlier jealousy of Greta surged to the fore. Greta had him now because she had been honest with him. She had told him what she wanted, and she was getting it.
Gawd, I'd love to feel his cock in me. Sue thought recklessly. In her mind's eye, she imagined how it would be between her and Ken. Not wild and primitive like this. But long... he would love her. She still believed there should be love between a man and a woman before there was sex.
"Oh Jee-zuz, such a nice hard cock," Greta was groaning. She looked like a shameless whore, leaning against the file shelves, her face wreathed in a sultry grin. She was fully clothed but for her cunt. That made her look particularly wanton.
Sue's finger continued to skewer her wet cunt as she watched the older couple fucking furiously in the office storeroom.
For a moment the young brunette began to worry about the time. It must be getting close to one, when the other employees would be coming beck to their jobs.
What if someone should come into the store mom and catch the three of them engaged in their lewd sexual activity!
She would be most guilty of all! She was the Peeping Tom! Surely there was nothing more depraved than watching others making love... and getting excited by it!
Strangely enough, the very thought of her own depravity only helped fuel the fires of Sue's building lust. Her finger picked up its pace inside her pussy. In her frustration, she sent a second finger up to join the first.
Her cunt needed more! It needed all the hard filling pressure it could get!
As Sue watched, Greta's hips seemed to move more and more wildly forward to meet Ken's cock. She was obviously on the brink of losing all control over her feverish responses.
"Anaaaggghhh! Oh Jeez... it's so thick and hard inside me, Ken! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
"Oh yeah, baby," he grunted. He held her tight, his face buried in her neck as he impaled her again and again with his throbbing cock. "Christ yeah... I want to fuck you harder! I want to fuck you till I fill you up with the thick sweet cum!"
Sue could tell by the urgent pumping of his hips, by the thick catch in his voice, that he wouldn't be able to go on much longer. The sexy receptionist was driving him to the outer limits of lustful abandon.
The brunette closed her eyes for a minute. She imagined her finger was Ken's cock skewering her cunt. She imagined Greta's eager grunts were her own. The idea was intensely titillating. Her pussy was soaking wet, coating her hand with her juices.
"Hnnnhh... ooooh... aaaaahhhhh!" Greta moaned.
And with every lewd grunt, the watching Sue shoved her own fingers deeper and harder into her aching cunt. She could feel her pussy-walls clinging to her fingers. It thrilled her to feel her hole opening up as she became more and more inebriated with lust.
"Christ, woman... move it! Move that sweet cunt of yours!" Ken grunted. His voice was scarcely recognizable, so distorted was it by his need.
The couple writhed and churned and groaned for several moments longer. Sue kept up with them all the way, her fingers dealing perverse excitement to her greedy cunt.
Then all at once the atmosphere in the room moved from passionate to frantic.
"Oh... Do it! Do it... fuck meeeeee!" Greta moaned.
"Jee-zuz... oh yeah, baby... sooo good... Christ, I'm cummming!" Ken told her urgently.
"Ooooohh, me tooo, baby... Aaiiiieeeeee!"
Sue watched the receptionist's face become distorted with painful ecstasy as she rode out the tide of her orgasm. Realizing the couple was cumming as a result of their obscene coupling in the store room, Sue began to climax.
She drove her cunt hard against the palm of her hand and bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. It felt as though her clitoris were exploding into a thousand little particles of wrenching sensation!
Sue had never had an orgasm like it!
She had never been this excited before!
As soon as she was able to, the brunette tiptoed out of the store room and headed for her desk. Not a moment too soon! The office girls came traipsing back into the room just as she flicked the switch of her electric typewriter.
"Sue, you should have come with us!" one of them told her. "We went to Dobson's and had terrific chiliburgers!"
"Gee, I'm sorry I missed it," Sue replied. She hoped the others wouldn't notice the hoarse strain in her voice. Her cunt was still throbbing inside her panties.
Sue tried to involve herself with her work. It was no use. She kept watching the supply-room door to see Greta and Ken emerge. They finally came out, one at a time, a few minutes apart. Each looked calm and self-possessed.
The brunette was amazed at their self-control. Now that her lewd experience was over, she began to feel shaky and a little nauseous.
My gosh, what have I done? Wow... maybe I'm a pervert and never even knew it till now!
Taut nerves made Sue feel so miserable that she was forced to ask for the rest of the afternoon off.
When she got home, she fixed herself a generous portion of brandy on the rocks.
Sue wasn't one for home remedies. But she figured the occasion called for drastic action. She had some serious thinking to do. She wasn't sure if she could face it sober.
Chapter Four
John Cosgrove didn't have anything to do on Saturday morning. He decided to drop by the office where he worked as an office boy and see whether anything was happening.
Maybe one of the salesmen would be around. They were always good for some conversation or a few laughs.
Or one of the typists might be there doing some rush job. He loved to flirt with the cute ones around his own age. John was only eighteen, but he considered any woman under thirty worth getting to know. Sometime the older women were even more fun than the young ones.
He was surprised to find Sue Walsh alone in the office.
What a stroke of luck, he thought eagerly. Sue was shy and hard to get to know. But the petite brunette had the best-looking pair of tits John had ever seen. John loved to find a good excuse to talk to Sue and ogle her breasts.
"Hi, Sue," he meted her.
He noticed how startled she looked. She obviously hadn't seem him come in.
"John!" she exclaimed. "You scared me out of a week's growth. Where did you come from?"
"Oh, I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to me what was happening. What are you doing here?"
"I had, to go home sick on Wednesday. I'm making up for lost time. I can't afford to lose that time off my paycheck."
"I know what you mean. Paychecks are scrawny enough around here."
Sue laughed. She was glad to have some company. There was nothing more lonely than a usually busy office when it was empty. She had thought she wanted to avoid people for a while. It surprised her how happy she was to see young John.
He was cheerful and good company. Just what the doctor ordered. Sue needed something to snap her out of her recent depression. She looked up at the boy. He was cute, too, she decided. It was always more fun to talk to a cute boy than a homely one.
"Actually I was just looking for some company," John confessed. "Things are usually slow for me on Saturday mornings. Everyone seems to be busy or sleeping in. I've never been able to sleep in my life."
"Me either. I like mornings best. Everything's so fresh and pretty."
John was surprised. He had never seen. Sue so friendly and talkative. Maybe she digs me, he thought, and smiled to himself. He looked at her firm round tits with new eyes. With eyes, that had reason to hope.
"Hey, I've got a great idea," John said. "It's almost hutch time. Why don't you let me treat you to the best Italian restaurant in town? It's only a couple of blocks away. And the food is great!"
Sue hesitated for only a moment. She wondered if it was proper for her to accept a date with a guy almost five years younger than she was.
Oh phooey! she decided. We're only going out for lunch. It'll be fun.
"I'd like to go, Johnny. Just let me finish up this docket, and I'll be right with you."
The boy watched her work from the other side of the room. He watched her tits bounce slightly as she worked.
They managed to find a quiet corner booth when they arrived at the restaurant. They were just ahead of the usual lunch rush. The boy ordered pizza for them both, along with a bottle of the house wine.
"Gee, I don't know about drinking so early in the day," Sue said. "I still have some work to do back at the office."
"Heck, it's only wine." John told her. "Besides, it helps wash down the pizza. Pizza's just not the same without some wine or beer."
Sue was satisfied. She needed to enjoy herself. Particularly after her discoveries about Ken and Greta. She had been feeling hurt and confused ever since. Hurt by Ken's shameless promiscuity. Confused by her own lewd reaction to it.
Being with John was good for her. It made her feel young and happy and untroubled again.
The two talked and laughed through lunch like a couple of old friends. John had never seen the older woman like this. He was enjoying himself immensely. He dared to hope that Sue liked him in a boy-girl kind of way. He hoped so. He sure liked her and those swell tits.
"Whew!" she exclaimed as they prepared to leave the restaurant. "That wine really hit me hard. I feel like I'm walking five inches off the pound."
"Me too," he told her. "I feel great. Come on. I'll walk you back to the office."
She tripped on a curb on the walk back. John put an arm around her to catch her. The arm stayed there for the rest of the walk. The youth could scarcely contain his excitement. Here he was walking with his arm around the best-looking girl in the office!
Sue realized she shouldn't encourage the boy's attentions like this. But it felt good to have a nice, warm, friendly arm around her. It made her feel loved. She had been so lonely lately, with no one to discuss her deepest fears and anxieties with.
When they were back inside the office, Sue realized she would not be able to do any work for a while. She felt too giddy.
The conversation had left her feeling excited and full of energy.
"I know if I sat down at the typewriter, I'd make a million mistakes," she explained as she began to clear her desk.
It startled her when she suddenly felt him pull her close to him. His arms enfolded her slender frame. His lips bore down on hers in a kiss that was both gentle and firm.
"Mmmmmm..." She tried to break any. Then the sheer power of his passion took hold of her. She returned his kiss.
It felt good... wonderfully good to be held and kissed and loved like this. She needed to be loved so much!
"Oh, Johnny!" she breathed, when their lips finally parted. "Johnny..."
Again his lips closed over hers, but this time there was no pulling back. Not even when he forced his tongue up between her lips and began to explore her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. She could feel the boy's cock pressing against her stomach through their clothes.
He was aroused! She excited him!
Rather than feeling intimidated by his response, Sue felt a warm glow of excitement tooting through her belly down to her loins, then up to her tits.
He wanted her! This handsome, young man wanted to make love to her. Of course, she couldn't do it. That would be wrong. But she could let him know she cared. She could give him some of the love that she needed to receive in return.
When their lips again parted, he held her close to his chest. She looked down at his saddle shoes. He's so young, she thought. So tender. He still knew how to respect women. She couldn't imagine Johnny sneaking into the store, room with that receptionist hussy!
"Oh, Sue," he breathed into her ear. "I've wanted to hold you like this for such a long time. You're so beautiful... the best-looking girl in town!"
The compliment had the desired effect. Sue raised her face for another kiss. This time her ardor rivaled his! Her tongue shot deep into his mouth.
He likes me! He likes me!
His youth, his open trusting face and boyish grin reminded Sue of the beauty and innocence of first love. She felt a need to retreat to that kind of open, honest affection. Only recently had she realized how much the adult world of love and sexuality frightened and confused her.
"Let's go sit in the lounge for a while and talk," John suggested. He could feel his cock pulsing hotly inside his pants. His excitement was almost more than he could bear. Whatever the risks, he wanted to push this thing with the head typist as far as it would go! He wanted to fuck her! He wanted to fill her full of thick white cum!
"Okay, Johnny," Sue replied weakly. She wanted to yield to his manliness. His still innocent maleness. She wanted to be led, to be protected, to be loved... for just a little while.
Sue felt intuitively that Johnny was the kind of boy who would appreciate her for what she was. He would be gentle with her. He wouldn't ask her to give more than she was able.
He led her to the overstuffed sofa and sat down beside her. He put an arm around her and kissed her again. His free hand began to explore the buttons of her blouse. He unfastened them all. Working the clasp of her bra open was more difficult, but he managed it at last. He slid his hand under her bra and clasped the up soft globe of a breast.
"Mmmmmm," he sighed into her mouth.
"Aanaaahhh," Sue groaned. His hand on her breast felt so soft, so gentle. She could tell he needed her... needed to feel the comfort of her breast. And she wanted to give it to him. So much!
She didn't resist when he pushed her bra up over her tits. His hand began to roam freely over first one rounded orb and then the other. His caresses excited her nipples to firm rubbery hardness. Darts of pleasure soared through her body. She could feel her clitoris starting to throb expectantly inside her panties.
"Oh, Johnny, it's wonderful," she sighed. Her voice was thick with alcohol and lust. "Your hand feels so nice on my breasts. You're so gentle, Johnny!"
"Oh Sue," the boy groaned. "You feel so good. You're such a wonderful person, Sue." The pressure in John's cock was agonizing. He would have loved to stuff her with his prick right then, but he restrained himself. The teen-ager had enough experience with women to know when he had to go easy with one. Get her good and hot first, to the point where she could no longer resist him, even if she wanted to.
"Johnny," Sue moaned drunkenly. "You're so much nicer than most boys, you know? You really know how to treat a lady."
"Thanks, Sue," he replied. "I'm glad you like me."
Jeez, what tits! Christ, he had to get one of those sweet nipples in his mouth!
He pushed her gently back on the couch, so she was almost lying stretched out hill length, though her feet still touched the floor. He lowered his head to the taut nub of one swollen nipple and enclosed it with his mouth.
"Oooooohhh..." Sue mewled. "Oh Johnny that feels so good."
The young brunette was reveling in the perverse feelings she was experiencing. She had always thought of the office boy as such a child, compared to herself. Now she was responding to the man in him. Yet, at the same time, enjoying his mouth on her breast. It was as if he were her child, and she was nurturing him.
"Hhhnmm..." he groaned around the nipple in his mouth. It was like a dream come true for young John. Often, as he had admired the head typist from afar, John had dreamed that he would one day get to suck her tit.
And he had thought this was going to be a boring day!
Sue let herself relax completely. Her head foil back against the couch arm. Her eyes closed. She concentrated on the tingling sensations shooting from the breast he was sucking down to her wet pussy. She was almost embarrassed to realize how wet the crotch of her panties had become.
What he was doing to her felt so good!
"Aaaaahh... oooohhhh..." she moaned as the boy's mouth moved back and forth between her full heaving breasts. He was caressing tern with his hands while he kissed them and sucked the nipples. The sensations were making her weak with erotic hunger.
"Ooohh, Sue..." John was dying to reach down and caress the older woman's pussy. But he didn't dare. Not yet. It would kill him if she made him stop now.
"Ohhhh, darling!" The brunette stroked the boy's hair as he buried his head eagerly in the lush mounds of her breasts. It was like a dream come true for the lonely typist, to have a male make love to her this gently, this lovingly.
She was so grateful! She wanted to do something nice for this lovely boy!
Suddenly she was seized with an inspiration!
It was daring! It was lewd!
But she wanted to do it... for Johnny!
Carefully, she pushed him away from her. He started to resist, but she soothed him with muttered endearments. She wasn't going to leave him, she said. But she wanted to do something for him. She wanted to make him feel good.
Curious as to the woman's intentions, John let himself be pushed back off the brunette's body. He didn't protest when she forced him down so be was now lying stretched out on his back on the sofa. His mind struggled excitedly with ideas of what she might have in mind.
His fondest prayers were answered when she started to grapple with the fly of his jeans. She reached inside and pulled out the thick pounding shaft of his erect cock.
"Ooooohh, Johnny-y-y!" she exclaimed.
He looked up at her admiring stare and back down at his blood-swollen cock. He was pleased -- proud as punch -- that she was so obviously impressed by its girth.
"You like me?" he asked her excitedly.
"Yesss... oh, Johnny; you're lovely." She reached out with the caution of a tourist in the zoo offering her hand to a tiger. She stroked the bulbous head of his cock with timid reverence.
"Oooohh, feels good, Sue," he told her.
"It's such a wonderful cock, Johnny... soooo big."
Suddenly, without warning, she lowered her head to his cock-tip and extended her tongue. She licked hungrily at the little slit in the end of his prick.
"Aaaaaiiieeeeee!" the boy wailed. Although he had fucked several women in his time, he had never had one suck his cock. It was something he had decided that nice girls didn't do.
Now here he was lying on the couch in the office lounge while the head typist licked his cock. It was wilder than a tall story! More exciting than a wet dream!
Sue was reveling in the masochistic joy of kneeling on the rug next to the couch with the handsome office boy's cock in her mouth. She began to immerse herself in the sensations of moving her tongue and lips over the smooth rubbery surface of his cock.
It had been a long time since Sue had sucked a cock. Back to the days when she had been going steady with her only love, the one who went away and left her. She had never wanted to do anything like this again... until now. It was Johnny's attention and admiration that had inspired her to make this kind of lewd sacrifice.
She was giving him her mouth. She wanted to feel him fill her up with his young sperm. She wanted to swallow it all... to milk him dry.
"Ooooohh, wow!" the boy grunted. "That's great, Sue! Jeez, I've never felt anything like it!"
She raised her head for a moment and looked him in the eye.
"I'm glad you like it, Johnny," she said. "I'm glad you like me. I love the taste of your cock in my mouth. I love the feel of it."
The sultry look in her eyes combined with her lewd words to make the youth's cock jerk under her grip.
"Ooooohh, Johnny!" She looked back down at his cock, wide-eyed. "Your cock likes what. I'm doing to it, I can tell. It's all hard and excited. I can feel it jerking in my hand." Again she opened her mouth and enclosed the spongy head of his cock. "Mmmmm... good..."
The teen-ager watched mesmerized as the head typist bobbed her dark head up and down over his cock. Her bun had started to come loose, and thick strands of hair fell over his loins. He had never realized how long her hair was. It was beautiful!
"Gee, you're pretty, Sue," he murmured. He clenched his teeth against the pleasure-agony assailing his prick.
His compliment made the lonely woman feel wonderfully appreciated. He thought she was pretty! He liked what she was doing for him! She'd show him just how much a grateful woman could do!
With renewed frenzy, she began to bob her head up and down over the boy's turgid cock. She stabbed her tongue against the smooth underside of his prick, where it was most sensitive. She closed her lips especially tight over the thick ridge that separated cock-head from cock-shaft. She sucked and licked and mewled like a woman gone mad!
"Ohhhh, Sue," John groaned. "Jeez, it feels great!"
Now at last, the youth knew why men made such a fuss about the idea of getting their cock sucked. It was wilder than he could have ever imagined. It was the most delicious sensation he had ever known! Made especially delicious by the knowledge that it was a beautiful, stand-offish older woman who was doing it to him.
John realized anyone of the guys in the office would give his right arm to be in his place right now! He felt proud of his accomplishment. The other guys were always kidding him, calling him the baby of the office. Wouldn't they be surprised if they knew what the "baby" was doing!
"Mmmmmm..." she mewled over and over again as her head bobbed over his cock. It helped increase the pleasure for the boy to know how much the woman was enjoying what she was doing to him.
Sue reached inside the fly of John's pants and pulled out his balls. She caressed them, then she began to gum them with her mouth. She could feel the youth's body going rigid with excitement as her tongue investigated the contours of his tight hairy testicles.
Excited by the teen-ager's heady response to her lovemaking, the brunette bobbed her head more urgently than ever over his swollen cock. She could feel his testicles hot and heavy under her fingertips.
They had what she wanted! His thick cum! She wanted it inside her! She wanted to taste his semen in her mouth!
Like a madwoman, she labored to achieve her goal. She concentrated all her energies on what she wanted from him.
"Cum in me, cum in my mouth, darling," she urged him mentally.
Suddenly the boy began to jerk his loins energetically up to her face. He reached down and gripped her disheveled hair. Again and again he forced his cock deep into her throat.
Then...
"Aaaahh, Jeez... I'm cumming-g-g!" he moaned. His face contorted in an agonized expression that showed the close link between pain and pleasure. His pelvis jerked up frenziedly. He could feel his cum shooting out, filling her mouth.
He looked down at her and saw with satisfaction the eager way she was sucking what he was giving her.
She was nibbling at his cock like a hungry baby, obviously enjoying every last drop of his cum.
"Mmmmm," she groaned as she struggled to lick his prick clean. The lonely brunette couldn't remember feeling this contented in a long, long time. She lay her head on John's belly and held his cock in her hand. It felt good.
Ten minutes passed before either of them stirred.
"That was wonderful, Sue," he told her as he eased her gently up onto her fret. He, too, stood up and gave her a big hug. "It was the nicest thing anybody's ever done for me."
She hugged him back, then stepped away from him.
"You're a wonderful boy, Johnny," she said. "I enjoyed what we shared. I..." She hung her head. "I know it was... wrong... in a way," she added quickly. She didn't want him to think she felt bad about what had happened between them. She just wanted him to know she realized the gravity of what they had done... to know she didn't do things like that every day.
"You're wonderful too, Sue." He reached for her hand, but she had already turned toward the door. "Come on, let's go for a walk now."
She looked at him tenderly, but gravely. "No, Johnny. I'm going to finish my work now." She laughed softly. "I think I just got my second wind."
"But I wanted us to spend the rest of the day together... now that..."
She looked sober. "Now that what, Johnny?" she asked. "Nothing has changed between us. Not really. I'm much older than you are, you know that."
"So what?"
"So that means we can't start to depend on one another. I'll never forget you for what happened today. It was wonderful. But we have our own lives to live. I, for one, have some work to do."
She turned to leave the room. He grabbed her hand.
"You mean you don't want to... see me again?" he asked anxiously.
"Don't be silly, Johnny," she said patiently. "We'll see each other again. We work in the same office. It's just that we can't be like lovers. You know that, don't you?"
She was hurt by the anger and disappointment in his eyes. He obviously thought she was belittling him. She didn't want that.
"Johnny... please try to understand..." She tried to squeeze his hand, but he pulled it away.
"You know, Sue," he told her. "I think you got things mixed up a bit. I think you think I'm just a kid wet behind the ears. Well, you're wrong. I'm no kid, even if I never had my cock sucked before. I think you oughta remember that."
She wanted to hold him in her arms, to soothe him, to tell him everything would be ail right. But she couldn't do that. She had to let him leave in a huff.
He would get over it.
She hung her head and watched him disappear from the room.
Chapter Five
Sue woke up Sunday morning with a hangover. After she had got back from the office the day before, she felt terrible. She couldn't forget the hurt look in Johnny's eyes when they parted. She hadn't wanted to hurt him. She had wanted to give him a good experience... and to feel some love in return. Somehow, she knew, she had botched it.
What had happened between them had been so wonderful. Not at all sordid or dirty, like what Ken Adler had done with Greta at work.
She and Johnny had really cared about each other. They had been tender with each other. Only she couldn't let the boy think that sort of thing could continue between them. That would be wrong.
"Why can I never make people see the way I really am?" she asked herself. She got no answer from the silence of her bedroom. "I'm so bad at expressing myself. I always say the wrong thing." She was sure that, if she had told Johnny more delicately what the situation between tern had to be, he would have understood. She had been crude.
She had hurt him.
She rose naked from her bed and looked at herself in the dresser mirror.
Not bad, she thought as she surveyed her lush body. Her breasts were firm and full and high-set. Her waist was small, only twenty inches. Her hips were smooth and shapely. She turned to the side and examined the taut swell of her ass.
She was a good-looking girl, she had to admit. She couldn't understand why she felt so miserable so much of the time. The pretty girls in the Pepsi commercials always looked like they were having the time of their life.
She slipped into a filmy negligee and headed for the kitchen. She knew tomato juice and Tabasco sauce was supposed to be good for a bad head. And maybe just a dash of something else, she decided. She went to the linen closet and found the vodka. She added a slug to her pick-me-up.
Glass in hand, she headed back to the bedroom. She turned on the TV and looked for something interesting. Nothing.
She picked up a book she had started a couple of weeks back. That too failed to hold her attention. She was restless. As she sat on the bed sipping her drink, she thought back to the previous day. To feel the taste of John's cock in her mouth, of how she must have looked kneeling next to him, making love to his prick that way...
Her thoughts increased her thirst. She finished her dunk and went back to the kitchen for a second. She was in the middle of fixing it when the front doorbell rang.
Without thinking any more of it, she went to the door and opened it wide. The first thing that caught her eye was a pair of saddle shoes standing on the landing.
"Johnny!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think I'm doing here?" he asked impatiently. Before she could stop him, he had entered the house and closed the door behind him. As he stood looking at her, his eyes took in her lush curves underneath their flimsy covering.
"You look great, Sue," he said, and for a moment she saw again the innocent boy she had imagined him to be yesterday. His eyes looked into hers -- challengingly, aggressively, and she felt a little thrill of terror.
"Johnny, I don't understand what you want," she began weakly. "But I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'm not ready for company."
Her voice became stronger as her conviction grew. "Maybe you can come by and visit another time."
He put an arm around her neck and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"You still think you're talking to a kid, don't you, Sue?" He smiled a cockeyed grin at her that was at once mocking and compassionate. "You're going to have to get over that, notion, you know that?"
The boy's brashness was beginning to annoy Sue. The alcohol in her veins gave her courage.
"Listen, Johnny, I don't know what makes you think you can just barge into my house on Sunday morning and..."
He cut short her outburst by again planting his mouth on hers. His tongue stabbed deep into her twat. His hand pinched at her nipple through her negligee. She struggled against him. At last, she managed to break away.
"Johnny... so help me... I'm going to call for help..."
"You just do that!" he challenged her. "And I'll tell the whole world how you sucked my cock yesterday afternoon."
She was dumbfounded. "You wouldn't!"
"Not unless you made me!"
Sue stood stating at the young boy who suddenly seemed so much a man. Just like every other man she knew. Except he was still a boy in many ways. Her mind flashed back to the feel of his cock in her mouth. She realized she felt perversely thrilled by his strength, his attempt, to master her on her own ground.
"I won't make, you, Johnny," she told him meekly.
"Good. That's good."
All during their exchange, his hand continued to pinch and roll the hard tip of her breast. He could see it was having an effect on her. Her eyes were clouding a little. Her lips were parted sensuously. He kissed her again.
"Oh, Johnny," she moaned. She was overwhelmed by his passionate assault on her susceptible nerve-endings. Her whole body was tingling from his touch, his kiss.
"You like what I'm doing to you, Sue?" he asked her.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. He was planting little kisses all over her neck and shoulders. Gradually the flimsy material of her negligee was falling free. He looked down at her. Her front was bare now.
The sight took his breath away. He'd only seen her breasts before. She was beautiful! She was beautiful all over!
He whistled as he gazed appreciatively at her flail tits, her taut waist and smooth belly. "What a woman!" he exclaimed.
She was flattered by his appreciation of her shapely nakedness. She made no protest when he led her back to the bedroom and helped her out of the negligee. She felt like a virgin as she stood naked and defenseless before him while his eyes inspected her. He started to remove his own clothes. She felt a tremor of anticipation run through her.
Despite her convictions, Sue was unable to find the strength to resist the boy. She knew that deep inside, she wanted what he wanted. Her body was tingling all over... crying for him. They had shared something special yesterday, but her body still ached for satisfaction.
She wanted to feel him inside her!
She wanted to feel his lovely teen-aged cock stroking back and forth inside her needing cunt.
Sue watched transfixed as the youth removed his shirt and trousers, then his socks and saddle shoes. His young body rippled with muscles. His stomach was flat and taut beneath it, his cock stood out firm and hard... swollen with desire for her.
"You're very handsome," she told him quietly. Her voice trembled with hunger.
"Not nearly as good-looking as you are," he told her as he pushed her back down onto the bed and lay down next to her. He felt her cunt grinding against his belly as he stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. He ran his hand up and down her soft curves, aching with the need to know this beautiful woman who had done so much for him yesterday.
He had came over here today because he just couldn't leave things as they had been yesterday. He had to fuck her. He had to make them equals. She needed to know it was a man's cock she was sucking yesterday... not a boy's.
"Mmmmm... Johnny..." she moaned as she felt his hand work down over her belly toward her cunt. She hadn't realized until just now how much she had wanted this. Somehow it seemed so right to be lying here naked with the young teen-ager. He knew how to be both firm and gentle with her. That was what she needed.
The boy's breath was coming in heavy pants as he reached down and touched her blood-swollen clitoris. This was something he hadn't dared do yesterday. Today, though, there were no barriers. Today he would have all of her.
"Aaaaagghhhh!" she groaned. His finger on her clitoris felt exquisitely tantalizing. She jerked her cunt up toward his hand, urging him to explore her more. She could feel the moisture escaping from her pussy-lips. Good... it was feeling so good.
"It feels awfully nice down there," he told her. He moved down and began to suck a tit while a hand explored the deep recesses of her pussy. It surprised him how wet she was. Obviously her body had never had any qualms about what it wanted. It had been only her mind that tried to resist him.
"Oh yesss! Oh yessss!" His finger was stroking in and out of her cunt now. She jerked up to meet it, to force it deeper into her hungry depths. She had forgotten how good it felt to have fingers fondling her most secret parts. While one finger investigated her pussy, another found and penetrated her anus.
"Ohhhh Gawd!"
The young brunette was quivering, with lustful abandon. Never in her life had anyone touched her there! It surprised her that it felt so good. The sheer perversity of it inspired her to new heights of passion. Her ass-cheeks writhed fitfully down to meet his obscene finger.
"Like that, Sue?" he asked.
The tremor in his voice betrayed his own excitement. He'd never, touched a woman's asshole before, but he found it intensely arousing. His cock jerked hungrily as she moaned in appreciation of his twin probe.
"Mmmmm... feels wonderful!" she enthused. As her excitement grew, she became more and more aware of his cock, hard and stiff, prodding against her legs. She wanted to feel it inside her, but she felt self-conscious about saying it. She hoped he would get the message from the abandoned writhings of her body.
"Jeez, you're hot!" he grunted around the nipple in his mouth. "You're hot enough to fuck! Is that what you want, Sue? You want me to fuck you?"
She hesitated to reply. Instead she ground her cunt and ass down harder against his hand. Her pussy was sopping wet now. She could hear the sluicing noise his finger was making up inside. Her whole being was craving the pleasure she knew his cock could give her.
"Come on," he goaded her lewdly. He wanted to hear the words from her own lips. "What do you want, baby? Tell me!"
Passion overcame modesty. She spat out the wards.
"I want you to fuck me!" she almost hollered.
"Okay, Sue... okay!" he told her excitedly.
She was surprised when he rose from the bed and looked down at her.
"What... what are you doing?" she asked anxiously. After all she had gone through -- her cunt so hot she could hardly stand it, the obscene words she'd uttered -- he couldn't leave her now. Not now!
"I've got a special way I want to do it to you," he told her. "Come on, baby."
He grabbed her by the hips and turned her over.
Then he slid her down the bed until she was half on, half off. Her knees rested on the floor while her head lay on the end of the bed. He kneeled behind her and rubbed his cockhead against her genitals. It excited him to watch the tip bury itself between the firm, round moons of her buttocks.
"Ooohh," she moaned. Satisfied now that he was not going to desert her, she began to fall prey once again to the aching tumult of passion that darted through her veins. His cock-head rubbing against her pussy from behind was pure pleasure. Even the hunger, the agony of waiting was pleasurable.
She wanted him so intensely... yet she knew the anticipation was half the enjoyment.
"Oh Johnny!" she moaned. "It feels so good against me. I love the feel of your cock back there." In all the times she had made love to her Marine boy friend, he had never fucked her this way. It seemed incredibly daring, incredibly titillating to be kneeling on the floor like an animal... waiting for a man's cock to ram into her from behind.
She wished she could see herself in a mirror. Little tremors of excitement assaulted her nerves as she imagined what she must look like. Naked with her ass pointed up at the boy.
"Aaaahhh... uuuuuhhh," she moaned as she felt his cock-tip pressing insistently against the entrance to her cunt.
"Oh wow," he grunted behind her. "Jeez, I gotta fuck you! I gotta fuck you now!"
He leaned forward with all his weight. He groaned with pleasure as he felt his cock soar deep into her quivering cuntal depths. Her pussy-walls seemed to grab him, to coax him to stay up inside there, hot and wet. But he pulled out, only to shove deep into her once again. He shuddered when he felt his cock-head graze her cervix.
"Arrrrggghhhhh!" she wailed. It was more wonderful than she had thought it would be! Feeling his fine thick cock burying itself deep inside her greedy cunt! She felt like she had been waiting forever for this moment. "Oh Gawd, do it to me! Do it to me, Johnny! It's so good!"
"Yeah, Sue... yeah..." he panted down at her.
She looked back over her shoulder at his face and was astonished by the mask of unbridled lust he wore. As she groaned beneath him, she realized what her own face must look like. She was at least as excited she was!
He began to saw his cock steadily in and out of her, its rubbery surface grazing every inch of her spongy pussy. He varied his rhythm. Now quick. Now slow. The effect was tantalizing, maddening. She squirmed her ass-cheeks energetically back to meet his every in stroke.
"Uuuhhh... ohhh Gawd! Mmmmmm!" Her whole body felt weak from the sheer pleasure of what was happening to her. She was glad she had the bed to lean on. Otherwise she would have fallen flat on her face. She felt drained of strength... sapped by the relentless onslaught of his hard pummeling cock.
"Oh, Sue," he groaned up behind her. "You feel so good inside! Your little cunt is trying to gobble me up!"
John had always wanted to fuck a woman this way. It gave him an incredible sense of power to be up behind her like this. To watch her buttocks quiver responsibly before him. Ho loved the way her firm round ass jiggled and churned, begging for more of his thick cock.
He was sure glad he had worked up the courage to come over to the head typist's house today.
He was getting the best fuck of his life... from a woman the rest of the office thought was a prude!
Ken Adler had been hurt and disappointed when Sue Walsh turned down his invitation for a date. He had been pretty sure she liked him at least a little bit. His experience with Masie when he was away on business had done wonders for his morale. He had felt sure his new confidence would attract Sue, would make her like him more.
His interlude with Greta had helped restore that confidence. He had never done anything as daring in his life as fuck a woman right in the office where they both worked -- during lunch hour!
He felt ready to risk another episode with Sue. He wasn't sure why it was so important to him that Sue like him. He guessed it was because she was so shy and innocent.
That was the kind of girl he wanted to marry. Women like Masie and Greta were great to have fun with. But as wives, they just didn't rate in Ken's book.
Early Sunday afternoon, he decided to drop by Sue's house. Maybe she would feel more comfortable with him, away from the office. Where office gossip was no threat to the display of a little interest in someone.
He got no answer when he knocked at her front door. Thinking she might be in the yard, he decided to check the garden around back. He followed the sidewalk around the house. As he reached the back corner of the house, sounds of fucking came from a window that was just at chin height. Be peeked through and was astounded by what he saw.
Sue Walsh -- shy Sue Walsh -- was getting fucked senseless by some young guy!
It took the older man a few minutes to realize that the guy was John Cosgrove, the office boy.
Holy shit! he thought. As he watched their enthusiastic coupling, surprise began to give way to anger.
So I'm not good enough for her! he thought. She'd rather fuck the Goddamned office boy!
"Uuuhhh... ohhh Gawd! Mmmmmm!" She was moaning like a woman half conscious, her unseeing face wreathed in a smile.
Despite his anger, Ken could feel his cock jerking in his pants in response to her eager writhing.
What a body! he thought. She's even better looking than I thought she was. She looks great without clothes!
Fearful that he might be seen, either by a neighbor or by the couple inside, Ken reluctantly left his watching post.
But he promised himself he would be back... soon.
Oblivious to the fact that they had just been spied on, Sue and young John continued to fuck energetically on the floor at the end of her bed.
"Oooohhh, Johhhnny! More, Johnny, more!" she wailed.
The brunette was beside herself with excitement now. Her entire body was charged with an intense sensual energy that threatened to explode any minute. Her buttocks churned fitfully back to meet Johnny's skewering strokes. Her breasts bobbled wildly beneath her. Her long hair hung down on either side of her head as she stared unseeing at the headboard of the bed.
She could feel it building... building.
"Oh Gawd... oh Gawd... oh Gawd... I'm cumming-g-g-g!" she moaned suddenly. She could feel the hot tides of release flowing through every part of her being. It carried her off to some never-never-land, away from herself. "Aaaaaaahhh, won-n-n-derful!" she mewled.
Knowing that he had made the lovely older woman cum drove the boy to his own peak.
"Jeez, me too, Sue! Here I cum-m-m!" He could feel his semen squirting from the head of his prick, deep into her cunt. Her spasming cunt-muscles helped make his orgasm more intense. They were cumming together!
When they recovered enough strength, woman and boy crawled up onto the bed. They lay in a close embrace, arms around one another. They dozed for perhaps an hour.
It was Sue who woke up first.
She looked tenderly into the young sleeping face before her. He's such a wonderful boy, she thought. If only I were younger... or he were older.
But no! It wouldn't be the same if he were older, she decided. Then he'd be just like all the other guys trying to get into her pants. He wouldn't be able to appreciate her as much.
She knew she would have to ask him to leave when he awoke. But this time she felt sure he wouldn't be offended.
They had lived out their experience together. Now they could be content knowing that they had known each other completely for a few minutes, at least.
She squeezed her pussy-muscles happily. My body feels so good, she thought. I won't need to make love for a long time. This beautiful feeling inside me should last forever!
Or so she hoped.
She'd also heard the rumors about the better it feels, the more you want.
She sighed. Already she missed Johnny!
Chapter Six
It was almost four in the afternoon by the time Sue got around to having breakfast.
As she had hoped, she and John had parted on good terms. He had accepted her decision when she said they couldn't see each other again. He'd even smiled about it -- a slow, knowing smile that Sue didn't quite understand.
Now that the boy was gone, the brunette felt lonely and restless once again. His presence had really brightened up her life the last couple of days. She had never known so much pleasure. Her body had never felt so alive.
As she sat on the living-room couch, sipping a vodka and orange juice, she could feel her pussy still moist and tingling from the boy's lovemaking. She still wore her negligee and she parted the folds to look down at her naked cunt. Her pussy-hair was matted with his cum. The sight aroused her lust. She began to toy with the idea of playing with her clitoris.
Before she had a chance to make up her mind, the front doorbell rang.
Sue's reaction was mixed annoyance and excitement.
He's come back! she thought. She knew he shouldn't have. But her body was ready for him again.
Maybe she'd let him make lover to her just one more time.
She rushed to the door and flung it open.
"Jo..." she started to say.
But it wasn't Johnny. It was Ken Adler.
"Ken!" she exclaimed. Automatically her hand rose to her throat and pulled her negligee tighter.
She was mystified by the strange look on his face. Half angry. Half eager.
"Won't you come in?" she said.
As he headed into the living room, she surveyed him critically. So this was the man she had had such a crush on! This was the man who had fucked the office receptionist in the store room! Her response to him was dulled by her recent experiences with Johnny. She saw him more clearly now... she thought.
He was a good-looking man. His handsome face looked shallow to her now. He didn't seem nearly as honest or charming as young John.
As he stood quietly surveying the room, saying nothing, she felt obligated to speak.
"You'll have to excuse my state of half-dress." Her attempt to be light was a dismal failure. "I'm really being lazy today."
Still he said nothing. Her embarrassment was making her impatient.
"Ken... I assume you have some reason to be here. Would you mind saying something... anything?"
He looked at her and smiled. She felt better. In fact, she felt a return of the old butterflies in the stomach that she always used to feel when Ken Adler smiled at her.
"That orange juice looks good," he said. "Mind if I join you? I'd like a little extra bounce in it, too."
"Sure, I'll be right back." When she returned from the kitchen with his screwdriver, she was startled to find he was drinking hers.
"I see you like orange juice the same way I do, Sue," he said dryly. "Funny, I would never have imagined Miss Sue Walsh sitting alone at home on a Sunday afternoon, drinking orange juice spiked with vodka."
Sue blushed, and was mad at herself for doing so. After all, it was none of his darned business what she did in her own home!
"Every now and then, I like to give myself a little teat," she retorted, just as dryly.
"Yes, I know."
She didn't like the way he was smiling at her. It made her feel naked somehow.
"Ken, you're acting kind of strange. What's this all about, anyway? You've never come to visit me before... And now when you do, you act... weird!" She took a long sip of the drink she had prepared for him. His stare was making her nervous. She needed false courage.
"Well, you know something, Sue? I always used to be kind of in awe of you. I put you up on a pedestal. I was almost afraid to talk to you."
His confession made Sue blush once more. He had always acted so cool. She had had no idea he was so impressed by her.
"Ken, I didn't..."
"Then, this morning, I decided to come by and ask you once more if you'd go out with me." He paused. "But it seems I was a little early... the first time. You see... I was here about four hours ago."
The brunette's heart leaped to her throat. Oh Gawd, no! Don't tell me he knows about me and Johnny! He won't understand! He'll think it was just lust! It was special! I don't want him making it dirty!
She felt desperate. She couldn't stand the idea of somebody else taking that precious something she'd had with Johnny and making it seem nasty and unclean. Immediately, she became defensive.
"What are you talking about, Ken?" she asked impatiently. "So what? So you were here before!"
His excitement grew to match hers.
"So I accidentally happened to see you fucking that Goddamned office boy!"
Sue saw red.
"Don't talk about Johnny like that! You don't know him. You don't know what he's like!" She realized she was shouting, but she couldn't help herself.
"You know he's a Goddamned horny little bastard! He's always talking about how much he'd like to get into the pants of all the girls in the office -- especially you!"
Sue felt numb. Her anger evaporated. She was all ears now. Could it be true? Did she mean nothing more to Johnny than a new conquest?
"I don't believe it," she whispered.
"Well, you Goddamned better believe it. That kid has a big mouth when he's around the guys. I already know about two of the other typists he's laid. I think you'll probably be his number-one trophy for a while." He smiled maliciously at her.
Sue was crushed. But she saw a light dawn. "You... you're jealous, aren't you!" she exclaimed with angry conviction. "You wanted to tell me all this to make me feel bad."
He scoffed at her. "Me? Jealous? Not likely, lady. I just got kind of pissed off that you've been going around acting like such a prude all this time. Acting like your shit didn't stink. And all the time I thought you were so sweet and innocent. The kind of girl a guy'd be proud to know."
His words hurt. But Sue wasn't ready to surrender yet.
"Who are you to talk anyway?" she challenged him. "I saw you fucking Greta in the storeroom the other day. Don't go acting so noble with me!" Sue was shocked with herself. She'd never sworn like that before. Only that once... when she'd asked Johnny to fuck her. What was happening to her?
Ken looked at her in amazement. "You saw that?"
"Yes, I saw that," she teased him.
Slowly a smile creased his features. It was not a pleasant smile.
"And how did you like it, Sue? Did it turn you on? Did you get it off watching us?"
She tried not to, but she blushed.
"You did, didn't you?" The idea excited him. He reached out, and pulled her close to him. His sudden movement made her drop her glass on the carpet. What was left of her drink splattered the thick pile. She started to protest, but he enfolded her in a long powerful embrace. His tongue forced its way between her lips. His hand reached inside her negligee and pinched her tit cruelly.
"Mmmmmm... nooooo..." she protested, but to no avail. He began to plant kisses all over her cheeks and neck.
"That's a nice feeling tit, baby," he told her. "That was one thing I noticed earlier. You're really built. I had to come over and get a taste myself, seeing you were giving away free samples."
"Stop doing this to me!" she wailed. She was angry. No matter what she had done, he was no better than she was! How dare he! "I hate you! I hate you!"
He seemed to enjoy her struggle. "Do you, baby? Don't you like the way I'm squeezing your tit?" He gritted his teeth and pinched her nipple hard.
"Oooooohhh," she moaned. Her cry was partly pain, but there was definite pleasure too. She felt excited by the harsh way he was treating her.
"There!" he exclaimed victoriously. "You do like it, don't you, baby? I knew a horny slut like you would have to like being treated a little rough. There... how do you like that?" He tore her negligee from her shoulders and threw it aside. He felt his cock jerking in his pants.
The violence of his action sobered Sue momentarily. She looked into his brown eyes and saw the glow of lust there. She felt frightened -- and perversely titillated.
"Please let me go!" she pleaded.
She couldn't believe this nightmare was really happening.
The man who had been the Prince Charming of her dreams was now savagely abusing her! Ripping the clothes from her defenseless body! And somehow, a part of her was enjoying this harsh treatment. That was the worst part of all!
Maybe deep inside, she thought she was as much of a slut as Ken obviously did. Maybe she thought she ought to be punished.
"Stop it! Stop it! Put me down!" she shrieked.
He had lifted her up and was carrying her to the couch. He threw her down onto the cushions and parted her legs. Then he knelt between them.
"What... what are you doing?" she asked, more meekly this time.
"You turn me on, beautiful," he told her flippantly. "Probably more than before. Before I thought you were a little angel who had to be treated with kid gloves. Now I know you're a raunchy whore who's hungry for it. I thought I'd give you some of it." His smile was menacing.
She felt a thrill of masochistic excitement run through her veins. But no! She wasn't going to let herself give in that easily! She had to fight him!
She tried to pull herself up to a sitting position. But he threw his still body full-length down onto her and forced his mouth onto hers once again. While his tongue searched her mouth, his hands massaged her breasts roughly.
Despite her resolve to fight the indignity of being taken like this against her will, she could feel herself weakening. His kisses working down over her neck and shoulders felt awfully good. The titillating sensations were shooting down to her breasts and pussy and up again his hands on her breasts felt incredible, tantalizing. Not gentle like Johnny's, but rough and demanding. Passionate. The sensations coursing through her body threatened to drive her crazy.
"Like that, baby? Like mat?" His voice was thick with excitement. He began to move down over her body, planting kisses everywhere. He sucked her nipples into rigid hardness. He brought out goose bumps on her trembling belly.
The brunette couldn't resist him any more! Her body, still so sensitized from her lovemaking with Johnny earlier in the day, craved more of the kisses he was dealing out to her. He was less rough now. His passion was still there, eager and fervent. But he wasn't hurting her. He was taking her with him, up to the heights of excitement.
For a moment she reflected that this was certainly a long way from how she had expected it to be with Ken. She'd looked forward to a long polite courtship. Now they were writhing together on the couch like two animals in heat.
And they had never even been out on a date!
"Oooohh, yessss... I like it! Mmmmmm!"
As his mouth moved lower and lower over her belly, her mind flashed back to that day in the storeroom. The way he'd made love to Greta's pussy with his mouth! Would he do that to her now? She became breathless with excitement as she waited to see where his mouth would go next.
Ken could feel his cock jerking eagerly in his pants as he covered Sue's squirming naked body with kisses. Her skin was as soft as silk. It felt wonderful under the touch of his lips. His goal, though, was that furry naked triangular patch below. Her cunt! He wanted to taste her cunt!
He extended his tongue and prodded it against the pink tip of her clitoris that extended out between her pubic hairs.
"Ooohh, aaaaaaaahh, yessss... Do it to me. Lick my pussy, Kenny!" Her fondest erotic dream had come true! He was making love to her cunt with his mouth.
"Mmmmm... Jee-zuz... what a sweet-tasting pussy!"
Her cunt was still wet from her lovemaking earlier in the day. It had a tantalizing flavor that drove the older man wild with lust. He parted her cunt-lips to give him easier access to the moist pink flesh inside. Then he began to run his tongue up and down her trembling pussy-flanges.
"Aaaiiieeee!" she wailed. The young brunette thought her cunt was going to explode with the intensity of the pleasure-pangs being dealt it by Ken's tongue. It was the first time in her life she had had her cunt eaten. Her old boy friend had refused to do that for her, and she had only dared to ask once.
As the man's lips nibbled at her sensitive pussy-flesh, as his tongue stabbed way up into her cunt-hole, she writhed passionately beneath him. She spread her legs wider, urging him to stick his tongue into her even deeper. She gripped his chestnut hair and pulled his face close to her pussy.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she moaned. "Ooohh, I love it! I love it, Kenny!"
All rancor between them was forgotten now. They were interested only in sensations, in the pleasure they could give one another.
Her passionate response to his tongue in her cunt incited Ken to new levels of endeavor. He licked and lapped and sucked furiously at her cunt-lips. He extended his tongue and ran it up one cunt-lip and down the other. Then he took one lip at a time into his mouth and sucked on it. That drove her wild.
"Hhhhhh! Oh my Gawd, what are you doing to me?"
It was all he could do to hold her down so he could continue to pay lip service to her quivering cunt. From time to time, his tongue reached way down and lapped at her tiny puckered asshole. His obscene gesture had the desired effect.
She had never known anything as perversely titillating as feeling a man's mouth licking at her anus. The sensation was strangely exciting. It robbed her of the last of her inhibitions. She wanted it all! Everything he could do to her! It felt good! She knew now that her body could not live without love! She had denied herself too long. Now she wanted to make up for it all in one fell swoop.
"Yesss, do it to me, Kenny! Do it to meee!"
The man recognized the surrender in her words. She was his to do with as he liked now. He felt a lustful surge of excitement. He liked sucking her cunt, but what he really wanted to do was fuck her! Fuck her senseless! He wanted to show her what a real man's cock was like!
While his mouth continued to lap at her pussy, he reached down and pulled his cock from his fly. It felt smooth and swollen in his hand, eager for action. Just the touch of his own hand made it throb heatedly. The sensation spurred him on to more abandoned efforts between her legs.
In and out, in and out. He darted his tongue back and forth inside her cunt-hole. Preparing it for the greater penetration to come.
"Feels good! Feels soooo good, Kenny!" she told him.
Her head racked from side to side on the couch cushion. Her long hair framed her face in a disheveled halo. Her eyes were closed. She didn't see it happen, but she sensed that Ken had pulled his cock from his fly.
Her body trembled in anticipation of feeling his thick prick surging up into her hungry cunt!
It was true! One good session of lovemaking made her greedier than ever for another. Wonderful as her session with Johnny had seemed earlier in the day, now it just seemed like an appetizer for this depraved coupling with Ken.
"Jee-zuz, it's a sweet little pussy," he told her thickly. "I want to stick my cock so deep inside of you!"
His lewd words made her cunt throb in lusty anticipation. She felt his mouth desert her cunt. He moved heavily up over her, positioning himself. She opened her eyes and looked down at his thick swollen cock-shaft.
"Don't worry, baby! Cunts are made for stretching!"
She had admired the smooth length of his cock the day she had watched him fuck Greta in the storeroom, but she hadn't realized how big it was. In comparison to young Johnny's, it seemed huge! She quivered expectantly as he guided it toward the wet ready hole of her cunt.
He watched her face lustfully as he moved his cock in closer to her pussy. The minute he felt it make contact, he shoved forward hard. He relished the look of pleasure-pain on her face as his prick surged up deep into her cunt.
"Aaaaaarrggghhhh! Oh Kenny, it hurts!" she mewled.
Her words were not so much a protest as submissive testimony. It hurt... yes. But only a little compared to the wonderful pleasure she was experiencing from his blood-engorged cock. It spread her cunt-lips wide, filled her pussy to bursting. It was heaven. Her cunt-walls gripped him hungrily. They never wanted to let go!
"Aahh, Jee-zuz!" he grunted. "What a tight little cunt!"
He braced himself on his hands planted on either side of her head and began to move his hips rhythmically back and forth inside her clasping pussy-hole. It was difficult to move at first, so spasmodic was her hold on him. But gradually she relaxed, and his thick prick glided smoothly back and forth in her spongy channel.
"Hhhnnhhh! Oh, oh, oooohhh!" she wailed.
The young brunette was beside herself with pleasure. She had never known anything so deliciously filling! His cock filled her pussy like it was tailor-made for it. She could feel every little ridge on its rubbery surface, caressing her pussy-walls. She could feel his cock-tip nudging her cervix on every long in stroke.
"Oh Gawd! It's soooo good!"
"Uuuhh, baby! Jee-zuz! You're telling me!"
The man had never enjoyed burying his cock in a wet, willing cunt so much in his life. This woman was amazing. For a woman who had the reputation of being the office prude, she sure knew how to cut loose! He had never known any female as sensual, as hot for cock, as. Sue Walsh!
"Faster! Please... do it faster!" She pulled her legs up and slapped his ass with her heels, urging him to pump harder up into her. The feel of her little feet goading him on inspired Ken to new heights of lust.
"Christ, woman! You're incredible!"
Her episode with Johnny earlier in the day seemed now like a warm-up for this uninhibited encounter with Ken Adler. Not until this very moment had Sue realized her own erotic potential. Never had she known such sensual hunger, such drive to be filled. Filled to the brim with hard cock!
Her legs wrapped around his hips, his cock slamming strong and evenly into her receptive cunt, the couple was lost in the depths of sexual abandon. Again and again and yet again he thrust his pulsing prick deep into her pussy. His grunts and moans combined with hers to fill the room with the wanton sounds of passionate lovemaking.
"Aaaaggghhh! Oh, Jeez... Gawd, it's driving me wild!" she cried.
Sue was beside herself with excitement. She had never known an experience so utterly fulfilling.
So completely incapacitating. She couldn't think if she had to. All she could do was feel. Feel that thick cock driving throughout her writhing cunt.
"Oh yessss, yesss, do it to me. More! Aaahhh!" Ken had never had to work so hard to satisfy a woman before. But it was worth it. She was like a primitive fucking animal. For him, it was sheer ecstasy to thrust his cock again and again deep into her cunt-hole.
Hold on! he told himself as he felt the tell-tale urge starting up in his balls. He had something for her... something thick and wet to fill her greedy little cunt. But he wanted to wait until she'd cum. Then, and only then, would he let himself go.
Sue was reveling in the abandon of feeling her cunt completely open to the man's furious fucking. She had never wound her legs up like this before. She felt like a machine. A machine made for fucking. She clutched Ken's shoulders and closed her eyes. She wanted to concentrate on the feverish sensations assaulting her trembling body.
She wanted to cum!
"Ooooohh... ooohhh... aaaaaaaaiiieeeee!" Her climax was upon her before she even really knew what was happening. Great waves of warm wet sensation flooded her being. Her insides turned to jelly, while the rest of her clung to him like a craven beast.
Secure in his knowledge that he had brought the woman over the top, Ken let himself go.
"Jee-zuz Christ, beautiful! Here I cummmm!" In long wet spurts he shot his heavy load of cum-juice deep into her quivering belly. When he was done, he thought he had never felt this emptied, this sated before.
The two of them lay in their private little worlds of ecstasy until gradually reality intruded once again. They were strangers in many ways, though they had worked in the same office for more than a year. Yet they had just shared an unforgettable sensual experience. They weren't sure how to respond to one another. There had been a lot of bitterness between them before they started to turn on to each other.
"How do you feet, beautiful?" he asked her in a hoarse voice.
"Fine." Her tone was hesitant. "I feel fine."
She wasn't really sure if she ought to feel good. Her body was satisfied, but her mind was confused. It seemed she had changed overnight from a quiet moral woman to a raving sex fiend. In me week-end she had made love to two men from her office.
Both men had practically forced themselves on her. Her intentions had been good, she assured herself. It seemed though, that when it got down to basics, her intentions weren't good against a determined man. Or her own lusty appetites.
She felt like the victim of her own treacherous body. It had defeated her completely.
She could feel her cunt starting to writhe pleasurably as he readied down and tickled her clitoris.
"Ready for more, beautiful?" he asked her.
She was amused. He had a hard-on already. Something inside her snapped.
"I'm ready," she said recklessly; "But first, get naked. I want to see your body."
It didn't strike her as odd that she had never even seen the body of a man she had already made wild passionate love to.
Sue Walsh had made her decision. From now on, her body and her mind would be united in purpose.
Chapter Seven
Sue Walsh's life changed dramatically over the following days and weeks.
Whereas, once she had spent long lonely nights in front of the TV or with a book, now she had more dates than she could handle. Word spread fast.
Sue Walsh was a load of laughs. Lots of fun. A great fuck.
Even her boss noticed the difference. Where as, once he blamed the men for hanging around Sue's desk, now he saw that the pretty brunette was flirting with them. Even her wardrobe changed. She wore lower necklines, shorter skirts. She bought contact lenses. And her hair now fell free over her shoulders. No more buns for Sue!
Sue's boss, whose name was Dave Lawson, called her into his office one day. Dave was a rather stout man in his late forties. He admired the pretty woman in the office from afar, but he never followed up his secret lusts. After all, he was a married man, with three kids. He regretted his boring sex life, but he figured he had lots of company in that department.
Dave had always liked Sue Walsh. She was a quiet girl. Did a good job. Was always on time and conscientious at her work. While the other girls wasted time at the water cooler, Sue was hard at work at her desk.
That was the old Sue Walsh!
But lately things, had changed with Sue. She began to show up late for work. To waste time gossiping with the guys in the office. She seemed less interested in whether her work was done than in whether her lipstick was on straight.
Dave decided it was time he had a talk with Sue.
Despite the seriousness of his intentions, the other man couldn't help but take a secretive lustful look at her breasts that were half bursting out of her low-cut, lace-trimmed blouse.
Sue sat down next to the door and crossed her legs. She was giving her boss a fantastic view of her legs and about an inch of lacy panty crotch.
Dave had to tight to raise his eyes to her face.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Lawson?" she asked demurely. The brunette had learned to enjoy her voluptuous good looks. She knew her boss' blood pressure had risen ten points since she came in the room. It excited her, knowing how men responded to her. She found the more innocent her behavior, the more it affected them, and they seemed to think they were seeing something other men had never seen.
"Er... yes, Sue. It's about these new habits of yours. Coming to work late. Goofing off on the job... entertaining a deskful of admirers all day long." He looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry to have to say this, Sue -- you've been a good worker up until now -- but if things don't straighten themselves out soon, we... er..." He paused. He shifted position uncomfortably.
"Yes, Mr. Lawson?" She stared at him with big trusting eyes. She leaned forward slightly in her chair, as though to hear him more clearly. She was giving her boss a view of her tits that reached almost all the way down to her nipples.
"Yes... well... er... we'll have to let you go, Sue. If you don't straighten out, that is," he added quickly.
He seemed totally unprepared for her tearful outburst.
"No, Mr. Lawson! Please don't do that to me! I'm all by myself. I have to support my home," she sobbed. She raised a hand to her cheek and rubbed her eye. The tears rolled freely down and dripped onto her chest. Lawson watched fascinated as her tears trailed down between her breasts.
"Please, Sue... don't cry." The man was confused.
His life never cried. He didn't know how to handle a woman in tears. He pulled a box of tissues from his bottom drawer and set it on the desk.
"Would you like a hanky?" he asked.
She rose from her chair and crossed the rug to his desk. She plied two tissues and wiped her nose and eyes daintily.
Dave found her very appealing, in her tearful distress. She looked so fragile. Obviously, she needed a good man to protect her. She was too young and defenseless to have to face the world on her own. He was beginning to feel like a mother hen.
"Now, my dear," he said gently. "I know it must be difficult for you. I knew your folks. They were wonderful people."
He knew at once he had taken the wrong tack. Her sobs became louder.
"There, there... don't... please..." He was becoming desperate. "Don't worry, Sue. I'm not going to fire you. But please try to go back to your old ways, won't you?"
The difference was like night and day. Her face blossomed into happiness. She rushed round the desk and threw her arms around the husky older man. He was face to face with a bulging valley of soft white tits.
"Oh... thank you for being so understanding. You're wonderful!"
Despite appearances to the contrary, Sue was having the time of her lift. She had never been the kind of girl who cried. Lawson had alarmed her when he suggested she might be fired. But the old Sue would have discussed the matter frankly and come to some kind of agreement. Of course the old Sue would never have been in trouble in the first place.
Her new dealings with men had taught the head typist a lot about how to get through to them. She realized now how much women could get away with if they just let their emotions be their guide. Men expected women to be emotional.
She had realized at once that the way to reach Lawson was through tears. He was an old softie, and she knew it. He had responded just the way she had known he would. She was relieved that the crisis was past.
Now the sexy brunette began to toy with an idea that had begun to brew in her mind long before she was called into the boss' office. She knew her work habits were getting sloppy. But she didn't care. She was having the time of her life -- for the first time in her life. She realized that she would have to deal with her boss on the subject sooner or later.
She was confident that she would be able to handle him, even if it meant certain sacrifices on her part.
Now her intentions didn't seem so much like a sacrifice as a lot of fun.
She wanted to do it. It would give her a thrill.
The brunette was becoming excited by the knowledge that her boss couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. She hugged him long and hard, in a way that was an ambiguous mixture of passion and daughterly affection. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and began to pull down Lawson's fly.
"Miss Walsh..." Dave began, but something seemed to catch in his throat. He normally called this woman by her first name, but suddenly it seemed that he didn't know her at all. He could never in a million years have imagined Sue Walsh falling to her knees in front of him and pulling his cock from his pants. Well... he might have imagined it... but he would have kept imagination strictly separated from reality.
He was tempted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. But the hot lurch in his cock as her fingers grasped it and pulled it into the open was all the convincing he needed.
"Oooohh, what a lovely cock!" she cooed. She began to fondle the head. Then her grip became tighter, more urgent. She stroked up and down from base to tip several times.
Her heart pounding with lewd excitement, she looked up into her boss's eyes. He was looking down at her, but he didn't seem to be seeing anything. The look in his eyes was a mixture of amazement and primitive lust.
She bent down to stab the man's cock-head with her tongue. She would never have imagined Dave Lawson carried such an impressive instrument inside his pants. But it was huge! His cock was long and thick, with an impressive swelling head.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as her tongue savored the little drop of fluid that seeped from the slit in the glans. "Tastes delicious." She licked her lips lewdly as she stared back up at the man for a moment. Then again, she extended her tongue and licked his cock-head.
"Uuuuhh," Dave grunted. His blood was thundering tumultuously through his veins. This was crazy! Wilder than a dream! The prettiest girl in the office was sucking his cock, of her own free will. He didn't know things like this happened, except in dirty movies.
It was real though, real as the ache in his cock every time her tongue stabbed his cock-tip!
It amazed the big older man that he could have known this woman such a long time and been completely wrong about her character. He had Sue pegged as an innocent little prude. Little did he know that she was the hottest thing this side of Linda Lovelace!
"Does it feel good, Mr. Lawson?" she asked lewdly.
She opened her mouth wide and took the whole of his turgid cock deep into her throat. Lawson had never known anything like it! He'd been trying for years to get his wife to suck his cock. With no luck.
Now here was this innocent-looking little brunette sucking his prick like it was the greatest thing since all-day suckers!
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the tantalizing pleasure-pangs moving up and down his prick. Her head bobbed lewdly over the whole cock-length. Her tongue stabbed his tumescent rod at unpredictable intervals. It drove him wild.
Just when he was least expecting it, wham! His cock would jerk to greater erection as her tongue stabbed it with an intense jab of honeyed fire!
"I'm glad you like it," she told him. "It's such a nice cock! I love the feel of it in my mouth!"
"Jee-zuz, girl, that's some mouth you got!"
Dave realized in a flash of ironic insight that it would be hard to go back to his wife Ethel's brand of lovemaking after this. It had been years since he had seen the kind of stars he was seeing right now.
His eyes closed in blissful pleasure. He reached down and grasped two handfuls of the girl's thick luxuriant hair. He guided her head up and down over his cock in a slow steady rhythm that gradually increased in tempo.
He was enjoying this! Dave Lawson had not enjoyed anything so much in many, many moons!
"Aaaahhh, shit, that's good. You got a sweet mouth, girl. Real sweet."
It excited Sue to realize that she was giving this older man the kind of thrill he had probably not enjoyed in some time, if ever. She could tell by the way his cock seemed to grow even longer and thicker in her mouth and he was intensely aroused. She could tell by the way his hands gripped her hair and forced her head up and down over his prick.
Sue realized for the first time in her life the thrill of being the aggressor in a sexual situation. All her life, she had been pursued and occasionally mired by men. Now she realized what excitement men were pursuing when they went after girl after girl. It was titillating to experience a now body, a new way of responding. She had never been with a man as old as Dave Lawson. She was amazed by how tile he was, by how much his thick cock excited her.
"Mmmmmm," she mewled as her mouth and tongue worked tirelessly over the big man's prick. From time to time she would catch a taste of his semen fluid that seeped from his cock-tip in his excitement.
Sue's boss was becoming thoroughly absorbed flow in the lewd sexual fantasy taking right place here in his office. As he looked down at her swelling tits of the beautiful girl sucking his cock, ho felt a eager rush of desire in his cock.
It was terrific to feel her sucking his prick. But he wanted to fuck her! He wanted to fuck her right now!
He imagined she would be a little hellcat once he got his cock buried up inside her pussy.
"I want to fuck you, Sue," he told her. He was surprised how hoarse and distorted his voice sounded, even to his own cars. It reminded him how carried away he was by the girl's sexuality.
If asked an hour ago, he would have said he was far too serious a man to let a woman suck his cock in his office. Now he wanted to fuck her too, for good measure.
The way she looked up at him, her eyes hooded with lust, her lips wet with his juices, made him hungrier for her than ever. He took a long greedy look at her full tits bulging from their hiding place inside her blouse. He knew what he had to do before he fucked her!
His fingers felt like pencils as he fumbled to undo the buttons of her blouse. But at last he had it open. Her tits rested inside a scoop-cut bra. With one flick of the hand, he had it open. He pushed the bra up and cupped her two round swollen tits in his hands.
"Jee-zuz, what tits you got!" he told her. "I've never seen anything like them! I got to taste them! Mmmm, sweet tits!"
He grunted lustily as she rose to her feet before him and pushed her tits into his face. Sitting in his chair, his face lost in billowing white breasts, Dave Lawson felt like he'd just died and gone to heaven. This woman was all his fantasies rolled into one!
"Mmmmmm! Ni-i-i-ce!" she cooed as his mouth closed over a nipple and began to suck. Pleasure darts made their way down to her already damp pussy. She loved the tantalizing way he was massaging, caressing her full round tits. Sue realized her breasts were her best feature and she loved the way they turned men on.
"Hmmmmm," the big man grunted as he ran his tongue over one swollen tit and then the other. It thrilled him the way her nipples stood out firm and proud, responsive to his oral caresses. He loved the silky softness of her pink areolas under his tongue. They were swollen, too, with passion.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Lawson. You're doing such wonderful things to my titties," she breathed down at him. "Mmm, do it some more."
He cupped her white mounds and brushed them against his cheeks while he buried his face against her chest. Incredible, he thought excitedly. This girl was better-looking than a Playboy pin-up. And she was letting him play with her lush lovely tits!
The man's cock was pounding furiously. There was no putting it off.
He had to fuck her now!
Dave rose to his feet and turned Sue around so her back was to him.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he told her excitedly. "Now that you got me this far, I want to sink my prick into your sweet pussy."
He was amazed at himself. He never used dirty talk like that with his wife Ethel. There was something about this girl.
Sue was quivering with lusty anticipation. She had worked her boss up to a fever-pitch of passion where he had to fuck her. She wanted it too. Her own shameless behavior had inspired her to a frenzied peak of need. Her pussy ached for cock! Dave pushed Sue forward so she was bent over his desk, her ass in the air. He pulled up her short skirt and gazed hungrily at her lacy white panties. Inside that flimsy piece of material was the treasure he was after!
His hands quivering with excitement, he reached out and slowly pulled her panties down over her round tight buttocks.
"Whew!" he whistled aloud. "What a sweet little ass!"
He peeled the panties down to her ankles. He ran his hands avidly over her full round curves and down along the crack in her ass.
"Oooohh," she moaned as she felt her ass bared to the cool air in the room. His hands on her buttocks felt incredibly tantalizing. She felt her cunt growing wetter by the moment as his hands explored her ass.
"Sweetest ass I ever saw in my life!" he breathed. Once again Dave was feeling over-whelmed by his good fortune. But his cock demanded action. And action it was going to get!
His head typist was poised and ready, bent over his desk, her naked bum luring him like a red flag before a bull. His cock was pulsing, hard and thick in his hand. He guided it in along the tight crack in her buttocks. When it struck the soft rubbery hale that led up into her cunt, he pushed. Hard and deep...
"Aaaaaaggghh!" she groaned. She reached across his desk and grasped at the book-ends for moral support. The young brunette felt intensely aroused by the daring depravity of her position. Here she was, bent over her boss's desk like a hunk of meat, his cock buried in her cunt.
It was lewd. It was perverse. Mmmmm, she loved it!
"Oooohh, Mr. Lawson... your big cock feels sooo good inside my pussy. Do it to me... please, Mr. Lawson."
"You bet I'm going to do it to you, baby!" he grunted. "My prick wouldn't let me do anything else. It's been waiting a long time for this!"
He gripped her hips firmly and planted his feet solidly on the floor. Then he established a solid, steady rhythm in and out of her hotly clasping pussy. Her cunt was so wet and ready for him. It nibbled at his prick so hungrily. Now Dave Lawson was sure he was in heaven!
"Uuuhhh, Gawd, it's sweet pussy," he murmured. His brain was a reel with the obscene titillation of what he was doing. When he had called Sue Walsh into his office, he'd had no idea he would end up with her bent over his desk, groaning under his stiff prick. What a fantasy!
"Oooohhh... aahh, it's wonderful, Mr. Lawson... fuck me, fuck my pussy!"
Her lewd encouragement drove the older man on to greater efforts. He slammed his cock more energetically up into her clinging cunt. He reveled in the way her neat little ass churned back to meet his every solid in stroke.
"Uuuuhh... that's the way," she told him. "Do it harder... harder, Mr. Lawson."
"Anything for you, little lady," he told her ironically. "That's the way, baby. Move that little ass of yours!"
It had been so long since Dave Lawson had enjoyed an incredible fuck like this one that he knew it wouldn't be long before he blew his wad. Filled her hungry little pussy with an onslaught of thick cum. He wanted to do it. Jee-zuz, he wanted to do it! But first he wanted to see her go out of her mind with excitement.
Dave rammed his cock hard again and again, deep into the girl's pussy. He knew by the way her ass-cheeks moved more and more wildly back against him that she was climbing higher and higher. It wouldn't be long now... for either of them.
"Oooohh! Ooooooohhh! Yeah-h-h! Do it! Do it!"
"Oh baby, yeah! Move it! Move it!" he answered her.
They worked like two animals, bringing each other increasingly intense pleasure, with their own pleasure uppermost in mind. Her ivory ass-cheeks writhed provocatively back against the fly of his trousers. His thick cock soared deep into her pink clinging pussy that seemed so reluctant to let him go each time it had him.
The atmosphere in the room was becoming thick with raw lust. Forgotten were the work chores that both of them were supposed to be occupied with at the moment. Both their worlds had zeroed in on the tumultuous sexual experience they were sharing in the boss's office.
Sue's upper torso slid back and forth over his desk in response to his hard-slamming fucking rhythm. Her long hair was splayed over sheaves of paper and folders. She didn't care. She didn't even notice. Her attention was focused in her wet snatch.
"Oooooohh... oohhhhhhh... beautiful! Yeah-h-h, like that! Like that!"
She could feel the awesome flood building inside her writhing belly. Her moment was at hand now.
"Oooohh, Mr. Lawson... you're making me cum!" she wailed.
She lost all realization of what was happening. Her being was afire with erotic sensation. Pleasure -- pure pleasure -- had claimed her again...
Dave Lawson felt proud and excited. He'd done it! He'd brought this beautiful, sensual woman to orgasm! Now he too, could enjoy his sweet reward!
"Jeez... oh Gawd..." he mooned as his slamming hips carried him up to the point where he could let go. "Aaaiieee... I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"
He pumped his hot load deep into her cunt, then held his pelvis pressed against her ass for a moment. Almost as soon as the titillating sensations had died, the older man was back in the present.
Jee-zuz Christ, what have I done? he thought confusedly. Then his mind retraced the experiences of the last few minutes. He smiled broadly.
I did it, and I'm glad, he told himself happily. He realized this episode would give him fuel for living for a long time to come.
"You'd better get back to work, Sue," he told the girl. He wanted to reestablish business relations -- for the moment.
"Certainly, Mr. Lawson," she breathed. There was a dreamy quality to her voice that made his cock pulse with pride. She put on her panties and smoothed down her skirt. He watched her tight little ass wriggle as it left the room.
For Dave Lawson, there was no more work that day. He left early and treated himself to a cocktail at the Hawaiian Inn. Then he went home and fucked his wife Ethel with a fury that shook the cobwebs from their sex-life.
Chapter Eight
When Sue got back to her desk, there was someone waiting for her. Someone she hadn't seen for a long time.
"Why, Barry Fields!" she greeted him. "Long time, no see!"
He seemed surprised by her greeting.
"I wasn't so sure you'd want to see me," he told her -- a little shyly.
It pleased her to see Barry a little unsure of himself for a change. Modesty became him, she decided. She had forgotten what a handsome man he was, with his blond hair and big blue eyes.
"Why wouldn't I want to see you?" she said brightly. "You're a nice fellow. I like nice fellows."
He stared at her critically for a few minutes. "You've changed, Sue," he told her.
"Have I?" she asked archly. "Is it for better or for worse?"
His features gradually relaxed into a broad grin. Obviously, Barry seemed satisfied that he knew what had changed her.
"Definitely for the better," he said. "You're wearing your hair different. It looks great."
"Thank you. I decided to quit being such a stick-in-the-mud. To learn to laugh. It's done wonders for me, don't you think?" She smoothed her shiny hair with a hand. The action caused her breasts to stand out.
"It sure has!" he enthused. Barry had never thought he would see the day when Sue Walsh would become a flirt. But he liked the change. He liked it!
Obviously the hard feelings between them were a thing of the past as far as Sue was concerned. She bore no grudge for the night he had almost raped her. He too was willing to let sleeping dogs lie, though he had worried for a long time over the part of himself he had seen that night. Sue's new, blatant sexuality was exciting Barry. He was embarrassed to realize he was getting a hard-on, right here in the office. To his confusion Sue looked straight at it -- stand, in fact.
"Uuuhh... what were you doing in with old man Lawson for such a long time?" he asked in the hopes of diverting her attention.
"Oooohh, we had some business things to handle. We'd been having some differences, but it's all straightened out now." While she spoke, her eyes remained riveted on the crotch of his trousers. A slow sensual grin played across her features.
"Oh... I'm glad to hear it," Barry replied. Finally in exasperation, he asked: "Would you mind not staring? Somebody's liable to notice."
She looked at him with her sultry dark eyes. He could feel his cock lurch in his pants, so suggestive was her look.
"I can't help staring at something so attractive. It turns me on."
He was dumbfounded. He was beginning to wonder if this was another woman masquerading as Sue Walsh. She acted more like Greta the receptionist. Only prettier and sexier.
"I've got an idea, Barry," she said suddenly. "I have some things to get in the storeroom. I have the only key when Greta's away. I'm going to go in there right now. Why don't you join me in, say, five minutes? Just be cool."
He watched stupefied as her round little ass wiggled its way across the room. There was no doubt in his mind about her intentions. He was surprised, but he was sure willing.
Jeez, her pussy had felt great enough when she didn't want to fuck him. Imagine what it would be when she was willing!
He followed her instructions to the letter. He entered the room. He worked his way back among the shelves until he found her, right at the back of the room.
She had her skirt pulled up around her hips. Her hand was inside her panties, massaging her pussy. Her long dark hair hung in heavy curls around her face, framing the sultry eyes that looked at him longingly.
"Jeez... what are you doing?" he asked her excitedly. He'd never seen a woman so turned on that she would play with herself in front of somebody.
"I was waiting for you," she said. Her voice was husky. Her lips pouted hungrily.
"Wow, Sue, you really have changed!" He walked up to her and enclosed her in a long embrace. While his tongue explored her mouth, his hand reached down and replaced hers inside her panties. It was very wet down there! Very wet! Barry was beginning to have his suspicions about what Sue had been doing in Dave Lawson's office.
The young man couldn't believe that such a change could come over a woman in such a few months. He wondered if he might have been the start of it all. He had been wanting to see Sue and apologize to her for a long time. But only today had he summoned up enough nerve. He certainly hadn't been expecting the greeting he was getting from the "shy" head typist.
"Mmmmmmm... your hand feels so nice on my pussy," she told him.
Her hips writhed up suggestively against his hand, urging him on in his lewd probing. He stuck a finger deep into her clutching cunt and began to saw it suggestively back and forth. She was groaning in lustful anticipation, planting hungry kisses all over his neck as he teased her with his hand.
Remembering back to that night between them long ago, Barry could see that her body had obviously enjoyed everything he did to her that night. It was her mind that had struggled against him. What had happened in the interim, obviously, was that she had learned to let herself be what her body had wanted all along!
Now that she had fully accepted her own sexuality, she had become the sexiest woman Barry had ever seen. He wanted to fuck her like he hadn't wanted to do anything in a long, long time.
"Gawd, you're a sexy woman!" he told her.
He pulled his cock from his pants. It was already hard and thick, swollen with desire for her. Barry was a big, strong man, and it was no big trick for him to pick Sue up and prop her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks. Her cunt was open to him, ready for impalement.
Barry was intensely excited. He had no intention of putting off the moment when he would thrust his swollen cock deep into her clinging cunt. He guided it toward her pussy and shoved it up inside.
"Aaaahhhh!" she moaned. "Oohh, Barry, that's so nice... soooo nice!"
She clung to his strong neck while he worked her cunt up and down over his cock. He maneuvered her as if she were no heavier than a feather. Back and forth, back and forth along his blood-engorged cock-shaft.
"Aaaaagghhhhh! Oh, yesssss!" She was incredibly excited. This made twice in one day that she was getting her rocks off right inside the office where she worked. First with her bass. Now with this handsome young businessman who had just happened back into her life. The sheer depravity of what she was doing made her cunt very wet, very hungry for another resounding climax.
"Jeez, you have a tight little pussy!" he told her. "Christ, it's clinging to my cock like it's never going to let go. Ohhhh, baby!"
She was flexing her cunt-muscles on purpose, treating him to a lewd massage all along the pulsing length of his cock. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. She had amazing control of her pussy!
Realizing that he was probably the second man to fuck the sexy brunette in the last couple of hours titillated young Barry. He spread his legs wide to brace himself against the weight of Sue's body as he maneuvered her back and forth along his cock. This wasn't the most relaxing love-making position. But the urgency, the mastery of it, thrilled him. She was his puppet -- a cunt there for the sole purpose of bringing him pleasure.
"Oohh, do it! Do it! Fuck meeee!" she urged him. She had never been picked up and fucked senseless like this before. It was driving her wild. She knew it wouldn't take much to drive her over the brink. She was already halfway there, prepared by her earlier erotic experience with her boss.
"I'm doing it, baby! I'm doing it!"
Barry wondered for an instant whether anyone had seen him enter the store room. He had tried to be careful, but he couldn't be sure he had managed to slip in unseen. It would look awfully suspicious to anyone who might have noticed. He had no reason in the world to be in here. He didn't even work here!
At the moment, even the thought that he might be discovered on the way out didn't bother him. It was all worth it. Worth it to enjoy the most frenzied, primitive fuck of his life! It was driving him nuts, feeling her cunt massaging his stiff prick. Using her like a ragdoll!
"Oh, Barry! Barry! Barry, I'm cummmming-g-g!" she wailed suddenly. He could feel her pussy flowering open, her whole body becoming limp from the ferocity of her release.
He looked into her face. It was distorted in a lusty mask of pagan desire.
It was even easier for him now to work her up and down over his cock. Her body was totally limp, trusting him completely. He concentrated on the warm spongy wetness of her pussy. His cock was submerged in a vat of honey. He wanted to let go. To let her pussy rob him of the juices of his maleness.
"Oh baby! Baby!" he told her. "It feels so good!"
"Put me down, Barry!" she whispered suddenly.
He was startled, but he could tell by the raunchy tone of her voice that she had something titillating in mind. He set her down on her feet. Immediately she dropped to her knees and took his hard eager cock into her mouth.
"Uuuuhh! Jee-zuz!" he moaned. The idea of her sucking on his prick after it had been up inside her pussy made his whole body quiver with obscene desire.
Yes! He wanted to fill her mouth with his cum! Accept the final installment for the debt she owed him... for all the sleepless nights he'd spent wondering what had driven him to fuck her against her will. He knew now it was her own will that had made him -- a will not even she herself was aware of at the time.
He reached down and grabbed her by the hair. He guided her head back and forth along his teeming cock-shaft.
"Oh, yeah, baby... suck it!" he told her fiercely. He could feel his body getting more tense now. He was turning on to her slavish devotion to his prick with a new feverish abandon. This would do it, he knew. This would drive him over the brink into ecstatic release.
Kneeling subserviently on the storeroom floor, her cunt still tingling from her orgasm, Sue sucked his cock hungrily. She slid her hand along his cock, now increasing the pressure. Her tongue stabbed at the little slit in the head on every outstroke.
She loved the taste of her own orgasmic juices on his prick. It seemed so incredibly perverse to be sucking his cock like this, after it had been deep inside her pussy. She realized she was also licking his cum. That seemed more depraved Mr. Lawson than anything she could think of... licking one man's cum from another man's cock!
"Mmmmmm... I love the taste of your cock, Barry darling," she told him.
She was nibbling his prick like a woman possessed, thoroughly absorbed in the wantonness of her labors. She wanted to taste his cum now! To make him shoot his sperm deep into her throat!
"Oohh Gawd... Jee-zuz, that's good!" he groaned.
He couldn't think any more. All he knew was that he needed to cum. Needed to fill her up! Watching her lovely face slaving over his cock was all he needed to carry him off.
"Aahhhh, oooohhhh... I'm cuming-g-g!" he told her in a low groan. He jerked his loins again and again, hard into her face.
Sue was content. She sucked his prick, lapping up his cum. It made her erotic experiences complete. She had cum in her mouth and in her pussy.
I love it! I love it! she thought wantonly as she licked her lips clean. She licked his cock, feeling it shrink.
She looked up at him, a sexy glow all over her face. "That was good, Barry."
"Yeah, baby," he said enthusiastically. "Really good. I'm sure glad I decided to come by and see you."
"Me too."
Yes, Sue giggled to herself as she headed back to her desk. Workdays just aren't the same any more.
As she fitted paper into her typewriter, she was aware of a presence behind her. She started to turn around, an intimate grin on her face. She expected it to be Barry. He must not have left the office yet.
It wasn't Barry. It was Ken Adler.
"You look like you've been having a good day," he said ironically.
"Yes, I have. A wonderful day," she sighed.
"Spending a lot of time in the boss's office and in the storeroom, I noticed."
"Ken, are you spying on me?"
"Hell no, I just happen to be very observant, that's all. I used to be a gunner in the Air Force. It made me very observant."
She wasn't sure what he was getting at.
"So, yes," she admitted at last, "I've had lots to do today."
"And was Barry Fields helping you with your work in there?"
So he'd seen!
"Yes... yes, he was," she told him defiantly. "I want to see you tonight, Sue."
"I'm sorry, Ken. Tonight's the night I do my hair. And I have some letters to write."
He glared at her.
She knew him when he was in this mood. She had better be agreeable.
"Okay. Come by about eight."
"Seven!"
"Okay."
Chapter Nine
Sue enjoyed the trip home from work that day. Usually she found it a drag to take the bus. But today her car was being repaired and she had no choice.
She made a game of the long slow trip on the bus. She smiled and flirted with her eyes at the good-looking men who got on. She even let one talk her into a cup of coffee at the shopping center where she had to change buses.
"Why don't you come by and see my place?" he suggested. "It's right near here."
She smiled at him. He was young -- probably not more than twenty -- and very cute. Kind of innocent in a lusty way. Her experiences with Johnny Cosgrove had taught her a lot about teen-aged males -- they should never be underestimated. She bet this young fellow could fuck with the best of them. Anyone as good-looking as he was undoubtedly got lots of practice.
"I'm sorry," she said; "I have to get home. I have a friend coming by. Maybe we'll see each other another time."
"Okay," he said regretfully. "I'll wait for the bus with you."
They sat in the little wooden hut that was designed as a shelter for bus passengers. It was built of wood to about the waist level and glass above. No one else was using the shelter. No one stood nearby.
On impulse Sue reached down and patted the slight bulge in the boy's trousers. His cock was half-hard, apparently from the nearness of her. She began to work down the zipper of his fly.
"I'd like to give you something to remember me by, Bruce," she said. She kissed him full on the mouth as her hand reached in and pulled out his cock.
She smiled at the startled look on his face when she pulled her mouth away from his.
"What's the matter?" she teased. "Why don't you keep your eye out for spies while I have a taste of your nice cock?"
Bruce gulped and licked his lips. He was interested in getting into this chick's pants. But he hadn't reckoned on anything as uninhibited as getting his cock sucked right in the middle of a shopping center! He was tempted to tell her to stop. But the first touch of her tongue on his cock pulled him up short.
"Shit, that feels terrific!" he told her. He put his hand in her hair and pushed her down closer to his cock.
Sue opened wide and began to bob her head up and down, up and down. This was the third cock she'd sucked today. The thought titillated her. It was like a new adventure, every time she got herself into another sexual situation. The idea that she could be discovered at any moment made it all the more daring.
The young man was settling down lower on the hut bench. His legs were parted wide. It was all he could do to keep his eye on the passersby, to make sure none got too close.
"Shit, suck it, bitch!" he told her. The blood was pounding heatedly through his veins. He didn't know when he had been this excited.
Sue could tell by the way Bruce's cock swelled and hardened in her mouth that he would be an easy one to get over the brink. He was obviously dazzled by her raunchy sexuality. He had probably never met a woman so daring. She sucked him with erotic enthusiasm, as if she hadn't been near a hard cock for months. He was a nice boy. She wanted to help him get it off. She wanted to give herself a treat too. This was the first complete stranger she had ever seduced!
"Mmmm, what a nice big cock you have!" She looked up at him and licked her lips suggestively. Then she went back to sucking.
Her lips and tongue on his cock were driving him wild. He could feel his balls heavy with lust. He could feel his nerve-endings tense, ready for the explosion to come. It wouldn't be long now.
"Suck it! Suck it! Ah Jeez, that's the way, baby. I'm cuming!" He was fascinated as she worked over his cock to swallow his thick white cum. When she raised her head from his cock, it was licked clean.
"Ooohh," she said suddenly. "It's bus time. Be seeing you, Bruce."
The boy was left with a memory that would linger for a long, long time.
Sue reveled in the feel of her wet pulsing pussy all the rest of the way home. She had been excited by her own wanton abandon in the bus shack. A few months ago, she would never have even dared dream about such a debauched encounter. Now she felt so good about it, she figured she might have to play with herself before Ken arrived.
She thought about what had prompted the scene with him in the office this afternoon. Could he be jealous? He knew she saw other men. But maybe his suspicions about what she was doing with Mr. Lawson and Barry Fields had brought home to him something he had ignored before.
Maybe he loves me, she thought recklessly.
When she got home, she had a quick shower and dressed in a low-cut black evening dress. She wore nothing underneath. She expected Ken would be taking her out to dinner. It would titillate her to think about her own nakedness under her dress.
The doorbell rang at ten to seven. She let Ken in and threw her anus around him. He pushed her off. She was offended, then worried. Of all her sexual escapades, she enjoyed those with Ken more. She didn't want to lose him!
"What's the matter, Ken?" she asked anxiously.
He remained silent. He sat on the couch and glowered at the bowl of flowers on the coffee table.
She tried a new approach.
She poured them each a substantial scotch on the rocks. She placed his on the table before him. He picked it up and took a long swig.
"So what's the matter?" she asked matter-of-factly.
He looked at her for a moment. Anger flared from his eyes.
"Look, Sue," he began, "I know we haven't made any commitments to each other. We've each been free to lead our lives the way we want. But... well, I think you're going too far. Don't tell me Lawson and you were discussing sales all that time. And don't tell me Barry Fields was helping you pick out your typewriter ribbon. I know what's going on. I know you've laid practically everything with a cock in that office and who knows where else! I think it's about time you cooled it."
"But, Ken," she protested.
"No but, Ken. Do you care about me or don't you?"
"Sure I do, Ken. I think you're a fine person. I love to make love to you. But I'm a free agent. Lots of men turn me on. Just this afternoon on the way home from work..."
"Shut up!" he shouted. "I don't want to hear about it!"
"Okay... okay, Ken." She was afraid of him when he was like this. She kept her mouth shut.
"Look, Sue... I've been thinking about it, and I think I'd like to make us something special. I mean... I don't want you to see any other guys. I can give you all the loving you need. You know I'm the best for you." He reached out and stoked her cunt fondly.
"You mean you want us to go steady or something?"
Sue was amazed. She had never imagined Ken Adler as the type to settle down. Oh, she had had her fantasies once. But when she got to know him... why, Ken had at least as many lovers as she had.
"Maybe," he said evasively. "Or maybe even get married."
She couldn't believe her ears.
Married? He must be joking!
"Ken, are you serious?"
He was growing defensive again. "Of course I'm serious. Does that sound like your idea of a joke? Is the idea that weird?"
She felt touched. It was sweet of him to say something like that. She had had several proposals recently, but this one touched her most. It brought back memories of how she used to be. There was a time when she would have given her right arm to hear Ken Adler utter those words.
"But Ken... we're too young... I don't know... you surprised me. I don't know what to say."
He seemed angry and disappointed. But he told her to think it over. Maybe she'd see it more dearly with time.
"Come on, let's go eat. I'm starved." His tone was cold.
She felt sorry that he had brought up such a serious subject. It put a damper on the evening.
They spoke little all through dinner. From time to time, Sue wriggled her ass down against the seat, to remind herself that she wore no underwear. Gradually she began to work herself into a heat. Despite all that happened to her today -- or more likely because of it -- she was horny. She could hardly wait to get Ken home.
She was surprised when, instead of driving back toward her place, he headed out into the country. He drove down a lonely country lane and parked in a grove of oak trees. He grabbed her and maneuvered her around. He kneeled on the floor of the car, her ass level with his loins.
"Ooohh, Kenny," she mewled. "What are you doing?" It excited her that, despite his anger, he still wanted her. He needed her. She was sure she'd be able to make him feel good about how things were between them. She wasn't ready to give up her freedom -- not yet.
"I'm going to show you how much I love you, bitch," he said gruffly. "I'm going to show you how much you need me."
He grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it over her waist.
"See, you're not even wearing any panties. You are a hot little cunt, aren't you? You didn't get enough today?"
She could tell by the quaver in his voice that he was excited.
"I never get enough of you, baby," she told him wantonly. "My pussy is crying for you, Kenny."
Sue hadn't parked in a lover's lane since she was a teen-ager. She had never enjoyed it the way some of the other kids did. She was always worried about some boy going too far. Coming here now was like reliving puberty. Only this time her pussy knew exactly what it wanted.
His hands were groping up under her dress. "Not wearing a bra, either. Nice tits! You sure have nice tits, Sue!" He kneaded them with his hands, as though he were milking her full hanging breasts.
He was feeling incredibly excited by what he had in mind for Sue tonight. He wasn't sure at this point whether he loved her or hated her. He did know he wanted to make an impression on her somehow -- to prove to her that he wasn't just another in a long succession of cocks. He was going to give her something to remember him by!
He wanted to fuck her in the ass!
He fondled the crack in her buttocks and began to move it back and forth. She was already incredibly wet in there. What a woman! Everything turned her on! Maybe she'd even get to enjoy having her asshole stretched!
His breath came in short pants as he fingered her cunt and asshole, prodding both holes to get her reaction.
"Ooooohh, Kenny! You're making me feel so good, darling!"
"You sure are wet down there," he panted. "You hungry, baby? Your little hole hungry for something?" He jabbed two fingers up inside her pussy and wriggled them around inside. He could feel her cunt-muscles clasping his fingers.
"Yessss, baby," she told him, getting into the mood of his obvious lust. "I'm hungry for your big thick cock, that's what I'm hungry for."
"And you're going to get it, baby. It's going to feel bigger and better than ever, too!"
"Oooohh, Kenny-y-y!"
His fingers pumping back and forth inside her cunt were driving her to distraction. She started as she felt them desert her and prod at her puckered asshole.
"Oooohh, yes... feels so good, Kenny," she told him crudely. "Feels incredibly... Aaarrrggghhh!" She jerked her buttocks forward in pain as he shoved his finger deep into her ass-hole. Within seconds, though, her rectum became accustomed to the unnatural presence. And the pain faded to a strange kind of pleasure.
He watched, delighted, as she churned her ass-cheeks against his finger.
"You like that, Sue-baby?"
"Oh yesssss!"
"And whose cock do you like best of all?"
"Ooooohhh... yours, Kenny... yours!" She was intensely excited by the masterful way he was making love to her tonight. It was particularly titillating to be out in the middle of nowhere like this, making out in the front seat of the car. She loved the feel of having her ass bared to the night air. She could hardly wait to feel his cock surge up into her cunt. It would be the fourth time she had made love today... and still she felt as hot arid hungry as ever.
Ken was hot too... she could tell by the gruff sound of his voice... by the way his hands roved over her half-naked body and prodded her puckered ass-hole.
"Do you want me to fuck you, beautiful!" he said to her.
"Oh yes! Yessss, Kenny!"
This was it! The time had come!
He pulled out his passion-swollen cock and prodded it against the puckered hole of her anus. Then he moved it enticingly back and forth along her cunt-slit, lubricating it.
"Mmmmmmm... ohhh yeah... I want to feel it inside me, baby!"
He probed the opening of her cunt a couple of times with his cock-head, then he slipped it back up toward her ass-hole. Before she had time to figure out what he was going to do to her, he shoved. Her sphincter relaxed, and his cock slipped up inside her ass passage.
"Aaaagghhh! What are you doing to me, Kenny! Oooohhh... Jee-zuz... it hurts! Please... please stop!"
"Just relax, Sue. You'll learn to like it. A hot little twat like you can enjoy anything, isn't that right? You want to be free, so you can try it all... So let's see how you like my cock in your ass-hole!"
She couldn't believe it. Her ass felt like it had been branded. She would never be the same. If he was trying to show her how much he loved her, he had sure picked a strange way to do it.
"Oh Gawd, Kenny... it hurts. Please stop! I'll do anything... anything!"
"You're already doing what I want you to do, baby. You're learning something. You're learning there are limits... to everything. Someday freedom won't seem as important as having somebody who really cares about you."
"You're right! You're right about everything, Kenny! Only please stop hurting me!"
Her cries for mercy only helped fuel the fires of lust burning in his loins. He had never really wanted to fuck a woman in the ass-hole before tonight. And then suddenly it had seemed the only way to bring home to this brazen woman how much he loved her. She led such a lustful life already, not much could make an impression on her any more. Now, though, he was sure he had her full attention!
He had been hurt by her careless attitude toward his proposal. He knew it was her greed that kept her from taking him seriously. She wanted to try it all... every time she saw a new cock, her twat got wet.
She'd get over it, he was sure. He'd see to it that she got over it. He'd show her just how much one good cock could do.
He rammed his stiff prick in and out of her ass-hole, grunting with pleasure at the way her passage dung to his cock. He had never felt anything this tight, this tantalizing on his rigid prick before.
"Aaaaahhh... oh Gawd!" she groaned.
Sue still could not believe what was happening. This man, who claimed he wanted to marry her, had her bent over the front seat of his car and was fucking her ass just as if she was some common whore!
He was trying to hurt her! Obviously he was trying to hurt her! But why?
"Please, Kenny." She decided to appeal to his sympathies once again. "Please, don't hurt me anymore!"
As he became more and more excited by what he was doing to the voluptuous brunette, Ken became less and less angry with her. He was enjoying fucking her tight little ass-hole more than he had enjoyed anything in a long time. There was no room left in him for anger.
He was feeling pleasure. And he wanted her to feel it too.
"Come on, Sue-baby," he instructed. "Your ass-hole isn't all that tender. Just relax... relax, baby. Think about how it feels to have my cock in your ass-hole like this. Think about how much I love you."
"Oohh, Kenny... Kenny," she mewled. So he did love her! He really loved her! He was doing this thing to her to show her how much.
Despite the pain she had known moments before, Sue began to feel little darts of unmistakable pleasure assailing her ripe young body. She was beginning to be turned on by being fucked in the ass. It thrilled her that this handsome big man loved her enough to do this to her... to get through to her!
"Ooooohh, Kenny... I love you too, baby! I love you! Fuck my ass, Kenny! Make me be good, baby!" It was like the most perverted of perverted fantasies. In her mind, he was fucking her because she was a bad girl. She deserved to be punished. She was becoming just too promiscuous. She needed a good strong man to tame her!
He smiled. So it was happening! She was getting turned on! She was enjoying being fucked in the ass!
"You're an incredible bitch, you know that, woman?" he asked her hungrily. "You've got an awfully big appetite for such a little girl."
"Oohh, Kenny, I love it... I love what you do to me!"
He rammed his cock in and out of her clenching ass-hole in long hard, fervent stokes. His prick was pounding wildly. In the dark, he could just barely see the pink flesh of her anus clinging to his prick on every outstroke. Then disappearing as he shoved deep up into her ass once again.
"Uuuuuuhh! Ooooooohhh, fuck me, Kenny! Fuck my ass, baby!"
She was writhing back at him, begging for more of his powerful sodomizing strokes. She could feel every inch of his long, rigid prick massaging her tender inner membranes. It was a strange sensation, like nothing she had ever known before.
But it was definitely exciting. A lot of the excitement stemmed from the knowledge that this was Kenny... the most handsome man in the office... telling her he loved her. Fucking her ass to make her be true to him!
Suddenly she wanted him! She wanted all of him! She wanted to be his wife! To be near him always! He was the only man she had ever met who really knew how to handle her, how to take care of her.
"Oh Gawd... fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"
Her passion was mounting steadily. She knew she was on the brink of a release like nothing she had ever known before. She slammed her ass fitfully back against his loins, begging for more, begging to be filled.
She wanted him to fill her asshole with his thick white cum!
"Oh baby... baby!" he grunted behind her. "Your ass-hole feels so good on my cock, baby! I want to fill you there! I want to see my cum dripping from your ass-hole!"
"Yeah, baby... do it to me. Oh Gawd, Kenny... Gawd... I'm cummmm-ing!"
She felt the bunting explosions of release ricocheting throughout her trembling body. She felt filled, and fulfilled, like never before.
"Kenny, I love you! I love you!"
"Yeah, yeah baby!" he chanted. "I love you too. Here I cummmmmm!" He shot his hot load deep into her belly, felt her ass-muscles contracting.
They lay in an awkward embrace in the front seat of the car for some time before aching muscles forced them to move.
"Will you many me, baby?" he asked her tenderly.
"Yes, darling. I'll marry you."
"And no more fucking around?"
"No more. I promise."
Chapter Ten
Ken and Sue were, married.
For three months, their life was bliss.
At Ken's insistence, Sue quit her job immediately after the wedding. He didn't want to leave her right in the path of temptation, with all her old beaus in the office.
For those first three months, she rearranged the house to accommodate them both. He spent all his free time with her. He even arranged it so he didn't have to go out of town on sales trips. But eventually he had to go back to his old routine.
And for Sue, boredom began to set in.
She missed her job. She missed the attention of the guys in the office. She loved her husband very much, but he was only around in the evenings. And sales trips often took him away for four or five days at a time. She suggested she get another job, but Ken put his foot down.
"I don't want us to drift apart. I want our house to be a home. I want my wife here when I come home. I want to eat home cooked food, not TV dinners."
"But darling... I'm only human. I get bored. I'm good at my job. I miss it. I miss having something of my own."
"Well, take up a hobby."
Sue thought about that for a while.
One day she ran across her neighbor Audrey Peters in the supermarket. Audrey told her about a group she was in where women got together and discussed their problems and ambitions. She invited Sue to join.
Out of curiosity, Sue accepted. She had never had many women friends, and she didn't know what to expect from the group. She was pleasantly surprised. The four other women were all easy to get along with. They made Sue feel like one of them right away.
Soon she was swapping recipes and gardening and housekeeping tips with them. They even talked about sex, and Sue got a few good tips that she tried out on Ken.
The women went out for dinner occasionally. They became close friends. Audrey and Sue grew closest of all. Though they had lived in the same block for years, they had never really gotten to know each other until now. They found they had a great deal in common. They both liked reading, nice clothes, and good-looking men.
Audrey told Sue frankly that she found it difficult to remain faithful to her husband. Sue confessed that she, too, was feeling restless. She needed the input of another man's approval. New faces, new ideas.
"Lyle would be furious with me if I ever tried it though," Audrey said. "I know darned well he wouldn't mind seeing other women, but he won't hear of me being with other men. I wouldn't be surprised if he isn't fucking some woman on the sly. He seems awfully... oh, I don't know... raunchy, when he gets home late sometimes."
Audrey's suspicions made Sue observe Ken more closely. He was a man with a strong sex drive. Was he really content to stay in his hotel room and watch TV when he was on a week-long sales trip thousands of miles away? she wondered.
One morning when Ken was at work, Sue was unpacking his suitcase. He had just gotten back from New Orleans the night before. They had made love far into the night. It had been a particularly memorable reunion.
When she was rummaging through his dirty underwear, she came upon a pair of frilly pink lace panties. She was stunned. He must have been in a hurry packing and hadn't checked to be sure everything he put in the suitcase belonged to him. She wadded the panties into a ball and left them in the middle of his desk, where he would be sure to find them.
Then she put on her best dress and went over to Audrey's house.
She was on the verge of tears.
"Come on, Audrey," she said. "Let's go out and do the town."
"At eleven o'clock in the morning?" her friend asked dryly. "Come on, girl. Let's sit down and talk."
The story poured from Sue's lips in a torrent of sobs and accusations. "That bastard!" she cried. "He's told me time and again he'd beat the shit out of me if he ever found me with another man. Now look at what he'd doing! Men!"
"There, there, honey. Calm down!"
"Calm down! How the hell can I calm down! He's just betrayed everything our marriage is supposed to stand for. And who knows how long he's been doing it!"
"What's all the commotion in here?" It was Lyle Peters Audrey's husband. He was wearing an old bathrobe. His hair was disheveled.
Sue was surprised to see Lyle at home. In his presence, she immediately tried to pull herself together. Lyle was an attractive man, and her vanity forbade her to let herself go in the presence of an attractive man. She smiled at him.
"Oh, sorry, Lyle," she said brightly. "I didn't know you were home."
"My day off," he explained with a wry smile. "It's okay, Sue. Say, you look like you could use a drink. Whey don't I mix us all one of my dynamite margaritas?"
Sue smiled with relief. "Thanks, Lyle. I'd love it."
They drank two margaritas each and were feeling happily tipsy when Audrey suggested she make them all some lunch.
"It's a deal... if you let me help," Sue told her.
Lyle opened a bottle of French Chablis.
They all ate heartily. Then they adjourned to the living room with the last of their wine.
Sue was enjoying the happy feeling the wine was giving her. She felt very close to both Lyle and Audrey at the moment. She was grateful to them for the time they were spending to make her feel better. She sat between them on the couch. Suddenly, spontaneously, she reached over and gave Audrey a big hug and a kiss. She did the same to Lyle.
"You two are great people, you know that? I really appreciate..." She felt embarrassed. "Well, thanks for everything... and here's to you." She held up her wine in toast.
"You're good people yourself, Sue," Lyle told her. He reached over and clasped her hand in his.
"Yes, darling. I'm really glad we had this chance to become friends. Just think, a few months ago, you were nothing to me but that little typist down the street." Audrey took her other hand.
They sat together, a little awkward, for several minutes.
"Why don't we all go to the bedroom?" Lyle suggested at last.
The women looked at him and at each other. They smiled. They understood each other.
"Okay, let's go," Audrey said.
"I'm with you!" Sue added.
When they got the bedroom, they removed their clothes and climbed up onto the big king-size bed.
Lyle lay in the middle, with the women on either side. All were obviously titillated by what they were doing. It was extremely risque, a couple and another woman deciding to make love together.
The women began to run their hands over Lyle's body. From time to time they would reach over him and touch each other. It was Audrey who first bent down and kissed her husband, long and hard. Sue kissed him, stabbed her tongue deep into his mouth.
Whim she raised her head, Audrey's mouth was waiting for her. They kissed. Both women were quivering with passion. It was the first time they had ever kissed another woman. It felt good. They had never known how soft and yielding a woman's mouth could be in comparison to a man's.
"Mmmmm, that was lovely," Audrey sighed when their lips parted.
"Yes, it was," Sue agreed. The adventuress in her soul was rearing its head once again. She was being intensely turned on by this bizarre sexual scenario. And what made it even better, she really liked this attractive older couple!
"You have a beautiful body," Audrey told her.
Sue was flattered. She enjoyed this kind of admiration from another woman. She liked the feel of Audrey's hand on her tit. She liked the feel of Audrey's breast under her own hand.
"You're beautiful, too, Audrey," she sighed.
"It turns me on, watching you two women kissing," Lyle told them. He stroked a woman with each hand, gradually working down until he had his fingers buried in each of their cunts.
"Ooooohhh, baby... feels good," Audrey sighed.
"Me too," Sue moaned. "I love the feel of your fingers in there, Lyle. You're so nice." She bent down and began to lick the head of his cock. She caressed it, sucked it with her mouth and tongue, until he was groaning in pleasure.
Audrey was planting kisses all over her husband's chest and neck and face. From time to time she looked don at Sue's lips working over her husband's hard cock. It occurred to her that maybe she should feel jealous. But instead of jealousy, she felt an intense lust. She hadn't made love to anyone but Lyle since her marriage, five years ago. She found it intensely exciting to have another woman in bed with them like this.
It was soft and warm and sexy.
"Oh, Gawd... What you're doing to me!" Lyle groaned. He was living out a fantasy he had entertained since puberty. Himself alone with two beautiful women! One of them sucking his cock while the other covered his body with petal-soft kisses!
Sue was enjoying herself immensely. She was almost glad now she had found a stranger's panties in her husband's suitcase. It had brought her to this exciting new experience with her friends. She loved the fell of Lyle's thick cock in her mouth!
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned as she worked her head slavishly up and down, up and down over his filling cock-shaft. She stabbed her tongue against the ridge of his cockhead and was delighted to hear him groan with pleasure.
Audrey could feel her pussy flaring with excitement from the sheer wantonness of what the three of them were doing here. Eager for satisfaction, she crawled up over her husband's body and sat on his face.
"Lick my pussy, baby," she urged him.
"Oh yeah, Audrey-honey... let me at it." His cock tingling with the feel of Sue's talented mouth, Lyle attacked his wife's cunt with savage peed. He extended his tongue and stabbed at her rigid clitoris again and again.
"Ooooohhh! Aaaggghhhh!" she moaned. "It's so good! So good! I love you, Lyle-honey!"
Sue could see Audrey's ass-cheeks wriggling. The sight titillated her, as did the knowledge that Lyle was eating his wife's pussy. Sue was beginning to long km some attention up in her own sapping cunt.
She thought she had never been this excited in her life. Hungry for cock, she scrambled up and poised her cunt over Lyle's long rigid cock-shaft. She wriggled her pussy against the tip for a moment, savoring the agonizing pleasure of the contact. Then she sat all the way down on him.
"Oooohhh! Feels so good! What a nice cock you have, Lyle," she told her friend's husband lewdly.
"Christ, what a pussy!" Lyle exclaimed. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. One woman straddling his face! The other straddling his cock!
He grabbed his wife's hips and guided her pussy back and forth against his face for a minute. He stabbed his tongue deep into her cunt again and again.
"Uuuuhhh! Good-d-d!" she moaned.
He reached farther down and grabbed Sue's hips. He felt her pumping up and don over his pounding cock.
"Gawd, that's good, baby!" he moaned. "You've got a nice tight twat!"
"Your cock feels so good in me, Lyle!"
Audrey looked back over her shoulder to watch the other woman working her pussy up and down over her husband's cock. The sight turned her on. Sue's face was beautiful in its lustful agony.
"This is so nice, Audrey." Sue moaned. "Thanks for sharing him with me."
"Sue, you're beautiful," Audrey mewled. She kissed the girl quickly on the lips, then she turned around and grabbed her husband by his hair. She held his face close to her pussy. "Suck me! Oh yesss, baby! It's soooo nice!"
Sue reached around Audrey's slender, shapely form and began to caress her out thrust tits. She tweaked the nipples while she raised and lowered her cunt onto Lyle's thick, upthrusting shaft.
Audrey's breasts were smooth and soft as silk. It was lewd, to make love to another woman. Like making love to herself almost. Audrey's build was much like hers. Her hair was close to Sue's color, except it had been streaked with blonde highlights.
"Oooohh, Sue," Audrey groaned. "Play with my titties! You make them feel so good, honey!"
"They feel good to me too, Audrey," Sue said. "They're so beautiful."
"You women are incredible!" Lyle exclaimed. "You're driving me out of my mind! Both of you!" He licked and stabbed his wife's clitoris with abandoned ardor. The hard little nubbin felt soft and slick to his tongue. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with her excitement.
"Oh, Lyle! Do it to meee! Lick my pussy, darling!" Audrey was becoming taut with arousal. Her whole being seemed to pulse with heated lust. The feel of Sue's hands on her tits... the feel of Lyle's tongue on her cunt... She was going wild inside!
"My Gawd! Gawd, I'm cuming!" she wailed. She ground her pussy down hard against her husband's face until her body was sated. Until her crisis was past. Then she lay down alongside him once again and stoked Sue's buttocks while she rode Lyle's cock like a bucking bronco.
Ken Adler had managed to get off work early. He had enjoyed the time he spent with his wife the previous night so much that he wanted to get back to her as soon as possible. To fuck her again. To let her know how much he loved her!
Maybe this time he would fuck her in the ass! He hadn't done that for a long time.
He was surprised to find the house empty when he got back at three. The car was still in the garage. His wife couldn't be far away. He checked each room a second time. Carrying his briefcase into his den, he noticed something odd sitting in the middle of the ink blotter on his desk.
When he realized what it was, he felt sick inside. So she knew! How had she taken it! Obviously not well, or she wouldn't have left the panties like a cryptic message in the middle of his desk!
He decided the most likely place for her to be at a time like this was Audrey Peters'.
When he knocked at the Peters' door, he got no answer. Finding the front door unlocked, he let himself in and decided to take a look around. He was too worried about his wife to worry about manners.
When he heard the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking coming from the bedroom, he decided he had better leave. Then he listened again. Those moans sounded a hell of a lot like Sue's!
He went down the hall on tiptoe and looked into his neighbors' bedroom. He froze.
There was his wife on the bed, raising and lowering her cunt over Lyle Peters' swollen cock. And there was Audrey Peters, lying right next to them, obviously titillated by what was happening. She was fingering her own pussy!
It was a conspiracy, Ken decided with irrational anger.
And he knew exactly what he was going to do about it!
As he unbuckled his trousers and unbuttoned his shut, he thought that he had never seen anything so lewd as the older husband and wife sharing this kind of wanton sensuality with another woman! He looked at Audrey's hand caressing his wife's ass.
Jee-zuz, don't tell me Sue's going to become a lesbian on me now!
When he was naked, he headed into the bedroom. No one noticed him until he ran his hands over his wife's buttocks.
"Ken!" Audrey exclaimed, her mouth open in shock. "How... What... When?"
"What the hell does it matter?" he answered gruffly. "The point is, I'm here now. And I've got some unattended business to take care of."
His wife was looking around at him now, her features betraying mixed surprise and anger.
"Don't start preaching to me!" Sue warned him.
Her voice was quaking, but she was full of defiance. Her ass continued to bob up and down over Lyle's cock.
"Don't worry, baby," he told her. "You know I'm a man of action, not words."
Ken was surprised to realize he was not really angry with his wife. After all, he had no real right to be angry. She knew what he had been doing! He did feel hurt though that the three of them had gotten into this sexual scene without inviting him to join. Then again, he thought, maybe this was the first time it had happened. No matter what the case, he knew that he wanted in... and he knew how.
He got up on the bed on his knees and pushed his wife forward so she was bent over Lyle's cock. The older man held her steady for a minute, waiting to see what the newcomer had in mind.
Ken ran his hands lasciviously over Sue's buttocks and along the crack in her ass. He moistened his fingers in her wetness, created by the excitement she had felt from Lyle's filling cock. The young husband realized he was aroused by what was happening here... and by the idea of what he intended to do.
He moistened his cock-head with his fingers and prodded it against the puckered hole of Sue's anus.
"Gawd nooo!" his wife wailed in sudden alarm. "You can't do that! Not now, with Lyle already in me! Please, Ken!"
"Trust me, baby!" he said in a voice that was thick with lust. "Let me into that sweet hole of yours."
The other couple watched with helpless curiosity as Ken shoved his cock against his wife's anus. Despite her puckered resistance, his prick broke through, surged deep into her hot depths.
"Aieeeee! Gawd!" she moaned. But she was surprised to find that it didn't hurt. She had been fucked enough times in the ass by now that she could take that with relative ease. Lyle's cock was still planted deep in her pussy, unmoving.
She felt incredibly filled!
Slowly, experimentally, she began to wriggle her ass-cheeks against her husband's hard cock. At the same time she could feel Lyle's prick massaging her cunt.
It was the most depraved thing she had ever done in her life! And it turned her on! Intensely!
Lyle was the more amazed by the pretty brunette's gradual response to being sandwiched by two men. Ken had learned enough about his wife by now to expect the unexpected from her.
The older men were operating in lewd synchronization, filling her cunt and her ass with stiff cock.
"Oooooohhh!" she wailed. "Aaaaggghhh, do it to me, darling! Fill me up! Jee-zuz, it's good!"
Relaxed now in the realization that her friend was not being hurt, Audrey began to respond to the intense titillation teasing at her cunt. She shoved two fingers up inside her pussy and masturbated while she watched her best friend being fucked by two men at once. One in the cunt! One in the ass!
The older woman began to feel jealous of Sue. She wanted to feel cocks skewering her pussy and her ass at the same time. She realized with sudden lewd satisfaction that it would probably happen -- soon -- with two friends like Ken and Sue Adler around!
"Jee-zuz, Sue! It's so sexy watching you get it like that, baby!" Audrey moaned as her fingers flew hotly in and out of her pussy.
The obscene foursome panted and moaned wantonly on the bed. The two men rammed their cocks in and out of Sue's two holes, with unabashed ardor. It titillated them to feel the presence of another cock on the other side of that thin membrane that separated them.
Audrey's fingers worked tirelessly in her own pussy until she was ready for her second explosion of the afternoon.
"Ooooh Gawd, I'm cumming-g-g!" she sobbed. She held her hand hard against her clitoris while it throbbed with pleasure.
It was not long before Audrey had company.
"Jee-zuz, lovers, you're making me cum!" Sue wailed. She yielded completely to the maddening pleasure of the two cocks fucking her.
"Jee-zuz, baby, I'm filling your ass!" he told his wife lewdly.
She was being filled to overflowing by two spurting cocks at once. Sue had never been so satisfied in her whole young life!
It took a while for the four of them to recover from the intensity of their orgasms. Then, one by one, they began to look around them and size up the situation they had got themselves into. Each decided independently that he or she liked what they saw.
Ken and Sue hugged each other long and hard. They felt relief that their marriage had finally undergone its inevitable test. They knew now how they could release that surplus sexuality that they bath possessed. The possibilities of pleasure with another sexy couple like the Peters seemed endless.
"Who's hungry around here?" Audrey asked cheerfully.
"I am!" the others replied in chorus.
"Then I'll fix us a meal fit for kings!" Audrey proclaimed. "On one condition..."
"What's that?" her husband asked playfully.
"That you and Ken fuck me for dessert!"
"Done!" Ken told her.
"Audrey, you're a woman after my own heart," Sue complimented her friend.
