Donna Allen

In heat secretary

CHAPTER ONE

He pulled a bottle of scotch out of his desk drawer and stared at her cleavage. "Tell me about yourself, Terry," he said, pouring two shots in as many glasses and handing one to the young secretary who sat across from him.

"There's not much to tell, Mr. Young," nineteen-year-old Terry Gregson said nervously as she sipped her scotch. "I graduated from secretarial school last month and this is my first job."

The big-boobed brunette's hands shook as she placed the glass back on the desk. Mr. Young was one of her bosses and it felt strange to be sitting in his office drinking. Normally when he called her in, he wanted to dictate or have her make a phone call for him. But today was her three-week anniversary on the job and when he called her into his office he immediately pulled out the bottle.

"You're doing a very good job, Terry," he grinned, gazing at her legs.

She sipped her drink nervously as she thanked him. "I really love it here," she said breathlessly. "I really do."

"And we're all fond of you, my dear," the middle-aged man said.

Terry wasn't sure how old Mr. Young was, but he was the oldest in her department. At least thirty-five. The others were closer to her own age. Maybe that was why he made her nervous. He was so dignified and successful. And good-looking.

Now he refilled her glass and rose to his feet. He walked to the front of the desk and smiled down at her. "I'll bet a pretty girl like you has a lot of boyfriends," he said.

Terry held her breath for a moment. The way he looked at her tits made her feel strange.

He had a way of seeing through a girl. Like knowing that her panties were moist and her cunt-bush damp.

"No one special," she said. "Not now."

"Oh?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "Does that mean there was someone until recently?"

He casually tousled her long wavy hair and refilled her glass.

"You're going to make me drunk, Mr. Young," she said. "And I won't be able to type a thing for the rest of the day."

"Never mind that," he said. "It's almost three o'clock and it's your anniversary. Remember? We were celebrating. Now, tell me all about your boyfriend troubles."

There was something about the way he said boyfriend troubles and something about tile way he was fondling her hair that made the young secretary's heart beat faster.

"I'm sure half the guys around here have already made a pass at you," Mr. Young said as he took her hand and lightly stroked it. "A pretty little thing like you."

Terry smiled. It was nice to hear compliments. Anyway, the scotch had gone to her head and she felt mellow and a little dizzy. "Well, a few have," she admitted.

Now Mr. Young tugged at her hand. "Come sit over here, honey," he said. "Kick your shoes off and talk to me. A man needs a little relaxation after a week like I've had."

They sat down on the leather sofa and Terry found herself telling him all about her ex-boyfriend and her roommates and the fun she was having since she'd come to work at Century Ltd..

The longer she talked, the less nervous she became, until finally she found herself giggling and leaning against Mr. Young's chest as he draped an arm around her shoulder.

"Have you heard any gossip about me?" he said as he toyed with her hair.

"Gossip?"

"You know," he smirked. "The usual stuff that floats around a big office. Like my extracurricular activities, for example."

The young secretary had heard rumors about Mr. Young. She knew he was married and had a couple of children and she also knew he ran around with girls in the office.

She blushed as she looked down at her lap. "I try not to listen to that kind of thing," she said softly. She was aware of his fingers on her neck and she trembled slightly as she felt his hand on her thigh.

She decided ta say nothing. He probably didn't mean anything by it. And besides she didn't want to make him angry. She loved her job and needed it badly. She had rent to pay now and food to buy. Of course she had two roommates, but if she didn't pay her share she'd be out on the street.

She had decided long ago not to take any money from her parents once she was working. She wanted to be independent and make her own decisions. As much as she loved them, if she took money from them they'd still consider her a child and she didn't want that.

She took a deep breath and continued chattering. Her heart pounded as Mr. Young blew his warm breath on her neck. She pretended to ignore it. Still, it had been so long since she'd gotten laid. And her poor little pussy was so horny. What harm was a little flirting?

Now Mr. Young refilled her glass and continued questioning her about her love life. But then he became bolder. "You're not a virgin, are you?" he said.

Terry blushed. "No," she giggled. "Nowadays, no one is."

She leaned over and picked up her drink from the coffee table. Mr. Young leaned over with her and their fingers met. "You really turn me on, Terry," he said.

Her creamy-skinned tits bulged over the top of her sweater when she leaned over, revealing the rising slopes of her boobs. She nervously ran her tongue over her lips.

"I'm talking too much," she said, putting her glass down. "And I'm drinking too much too. I'm not used to drinking this much in the middle of the day. I'm probably saying dumb things too."

She turned to face him then and he stared into her eyes. "You're adorable," he said hoarsely. He cupped her cheek in his hand and brought his mouth to her lips.

"Mr. Young!" she mumbled as he pressed his lips against hers.

She struggled against him a moment, but he closed his arms around her and she gave in to the demands of her body. She felt her big tits flatten against his broad chest and felt her nipples throb and stiffen.

Well, here goes, she thought. Whatever happens, happens!

She melted against him. Her tits poked his chest and throbbed with excitement. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they frenched hotly.

He moved his hands up and down her back and she pressed herself against him. His hands slid inside her sweater and touched her bare skin and her pussy convulsed in total surrender.

He moved one hand to his crotch and unzipped his fly while he speared his tongue in and out of her sucking mouth. He took his cock out and let it rest against her thigh.

She curled her fingers around his upthrust prick, stroking his fuckpole with an eagerness that surprised her.

"Terry, Terry!" he murmured, his tongue caressing her teeth and gums.

She sucked his tongue ravenously as she fluttered her fingers up and down his fuckstalk.

"It's all yours!" he hissed in her ear.

He bit her earlobe and she sighed as she felt his cock pulsate in her hand. She tried not to think about the fact that he was a married man. The young secretary had never fucked a married man before. She knew in her heart it was wrong, but couldn't slop herself now. Things had gone too far to stop. Her pussy, not her intellect, controlled her actions.

Now they continued frenching as he unbuttoned her sweater and slipped it off her shoulders. Her tits heaved as she breathed deeply. He cupped her tits in his hands and caressed her giant jugs. He tweaked her nipples through the lace of her bra and the horny brunette gasped.

"Let me take your panties off," he said, sliding his hands up her skirt and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her bikinis.

She lifted her ass up off the leather sofa and he peeled her panties off her legs. The leather felt cool on her bare ass. She hooked her feet onto the sofa cushion and exposed herself to his eyes.

He licked his lips as he gazed at her fur triangle. She spread her legs slightly and let him have a good look at her excited gash. The booze made her inhibitions disappear and she bunched her skirt up to her waist and ran her fingernails through her thick forest.

Her cunt muff glistened with pussy-juice and she parted her fleshy cunt flaps with a self-conscious smile. "I'll bet you think I'm just terrible," she said.

"I think you're lovely," he said, staring at her snatch.

He rose up and stalked over to the door. He turned the key and returned to the sofa. He pushed his pants down and then his shorts and her eyes widened at the sight of his prick.

It was stiff and throbbing and thicker than any cock she'd ever seen. Not that she'd seen that many. In high school she'd gone with the same boy for years. And when they'd broken up, she'd fucked a few more boys her age. But Mr. Young was a mature man and his cock looked different. More masculine somehow. And more fierce.

"Do you like it?" he hissed, taking her hand and curling her fingers around his dick.

"Oh, yes!" she sighed.

"Squeeze it," he said.

She clasped his cockshaft between her palms and rolled it back and forth. She squeezed down and felt his thick stalk pulsate against her skin.

She thought about her roommates, Laura and Susan. Both girls worked at Century Ltd. as secretaries. Laura had been the one to get Terry her job. She wondered what Laura would say if she could see Terry now. With her hands full of Mr. Young's prick.

"Don't take your bra off!" he hissed as she released his cock. It swayed and bobbed in the air and he grabbed her hand and held it against him. "I find it much more sexy when your tits are covered," he said. "Wet your finger and run it up and down my dick."

Terry wondered suddenly if he was a little kinky. But she realized it was too late to stop so she licked a finger and got it wet with her saliva and then rubbed it up and down his fuckpole.

"Use your nails!" he said.

She scraped her long sharp nails lightly up and down his fuck-stick.

"Harder!" he said.

"I don't want to hurt you," she said.

"Don't worry about that," he said. "Do it."

She was becoming convinced he was flaky, but did as he asked. She dragged her nails up and down his pulsating shaft and watched as a gush of whitish cream oozed out of his piss slit.

"Squeeze it," he said and the horny secretary gripped his cock-root and squeezed hard.

More cock-cream oozed out of his pisser and ran down onto his shaft. Some of it trickled down onto her hand and she had a wild desire to lick it off.

"Suck my dick," he said and the turned-on brunette's heart pounded.

"Now?" she said, thrilled at the prospect of tasting his spunk.

"Of course, now," he snickered. "Here, get between my legs on the floor. Go on, honey. Suck my dick."

She slipped down onto the rug between his legs and lapped her tongue over her hand. He laughed when she licked up the jism clinging to her fingers.

"When you're through licking your hand you can start on my prick," he said.

She blushed and opened her mouth wide. "Like this?" she whispered, lashing her tongue over his juiced-up gaping hole.

She led the base of his dick and fluttered her tongue back and forth over his pisser. He grunted his approval and held his hands around her head in a vise-like grip as she saturated his cockhead with her saliva.

She tried to plunge her tongue into his piss slit and licked hungrily on the flared rim under his knob. She giggled nervously as she held his cockshaft and rubbed her moist lips over his cock-knob.

"Suck it into your mouth!" he hissed, her head imprisoned in his hands.

Terry opened her mouth wide and closed her lips over his cockhead. He sighed deeply and loosened his grip on her head as she sucked an inch of his fuckpole into her mouth.

He winced as his tool disappeared into her saliva-filled mouth. She sucked him in until his fuck-knob reached her throat and then she released it.

She clamped her lips tightly over his cockhead and worked her tongue over his meat. He lurched forward and plunged his dick deep into her mouth.

Her bra-covered tits pressed against his knees and she trembled when he reached down and closed his fingers over both huge melons. She wondered why he didn't want to see her tits. She liked having her tits caressed and stroked and licked. She loved when a man sucked her nipples into his mouth and bit down hard on the puckered berries. But he had said he wanted her to keep her tits covered. Well, it takes all kinds, she thought.

She continued tonguing his prick as he fondled her boobs. His cock seemed to grow as she whipped her tongue up and down his shaft. She squeezed his balls and he groaned.

Saliva ran out of the corners of her mouth as she chomped hungrily on his dick. When he told her to scratch her nails over his balls, she did as he asked.

"That's good!" he gasped. "Harder! Don't be afraid to hurt me!"

She dug her nails into his balls and sucked his cock into her cheeks. She used one hand to squeeze his cock-root and the other to scratch his nuts.

She began bobbing her head up and down, taking his prick into her throat with each thrust of her lips. He told her to suck harder and she raced her lips up and down his shaft as he trembled and dumped his load into her mouth.

She sucked like a mad woman as his jism splashed into her throat. She loved taking a load in her mouth. There was something about the taste and feel of a man's cream in her mouth that drove her wild with excitement.

He tangled his fingers in her long hair and plunged his dick in and out of her mouth. Again and again he split her lips in two with his thrusting fuckpole.

When he had blasted the last drop of jizz into her mouth, he released her and collapsed against the sofa. She swallowed the last wad of spunk and spit his cock out of her mouth.

She licked her lips and pressed her tits against his knees. She gazed at him and felt her pussy erupt in a mini-orgasm. "Oh, my!" she squealed as the sensations gripped her.

"Don't tell me you came?" he panted.

She climbed back onto the sofa and cuddled up against him. "Just a little," she whispered.

"We've still got a little time!" he hissed as he stroked her tits. "How about a little suckysuck?"

She gazed at him with puzzled eyes. "Suckysuck?" she said.

He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her wet gash. "You need a little suckysuck," he snickered. "And I'm just the boy to do it."

Now he crouched on the floor between her wide-spread thighs and pressed his face against her twat.

"You smell just like a bitch in heat," he chuckled as he ran his tongue up and down her hairy slit.

"Oh, Mr. Young!" she gasped, leaning back against the sofa and holding her tits as he dipped his tongue into her puffy-lipped twat.

She squirmed her ass on the cool leather as he plunged his tongue into her cunthole. He held her hips and tongued her gash while she squeezed her tits.

"My cock is getting hard again," he said. "I just love pussy!"

"I'm coming, Mr. Young!" she gasped. "Not so loud!" he said, flicking his tongue tip over her clit.

She tossed her head from side to side as the lovely sensations of her orgasm raged through her pussy. "Oh, my!" she whimpered. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"

CHAPTER TWO

When Terry told her roommates about the afternoon with Mr. Young, both girls giggled.

"I was wondering how long it would take," Laura said.

"Did he fuck you?" Susan said. Terry admitted he hadn't and the redhead smirked. "He almost never fucks," she said, "He's a man who prefers sucking. Too bad. He's got a real nice cock."

Terry was beginning to wake up. She realized now that she had led a sheltered life. She didn't want her roommates to know just how inexperienced she was so she nodded and agreed that yes, some men preferred sucking.

The weeks went by and the brunette secretary found herself slipping into the routine at Century Ltd.. The routine of work and play combined. She hadn't fucked anyone yet, but she had sucked Mr. Young off a few more times and one of the other men in her department had groped her in the coat closet.

Now it was a Friday afternoon and everyone in her department had gone out on calls. She suspected they were downstairs in the cocktail bar, but everyone routinely said they were going on calls on Friday afternoons.

She had finished her work and was idly arranging things on her desk when she decided to go and visit Laura at her office. She asked the switchboard operator to cover for her and walked down two flights to the floor where her blonde roommate worked.

She and Laura got along well. Susan was a little moody, but Laura had a great sense of humor. She was a lusty blonde with large appetites for both food and fucking. She had a gorgeous figure and never gained an extra ounce even though she never stopped eating.

She was totally uninhibited when it came to sex. She told Terry she lost her cherry when she was a kid. She'd been a mature looking girl. Her tits were a 36-C and she looked older than she was. The boy had been a high school student she'd met at the movies. She'd told him she was old enough and he had no reason to doubt her.

They started an affair that ended six months later when Laura's mother found them fucking in the youngster's room. Mrs. Richards had called the police and had the boy sent to reform school for six months. But Laura continued fucking, this time an eighteen-year-old sailor based at a nearby naval station.

Now she was Terry's age, but had had much more experience than the brunette. She'd had three abortions and a mild case of the clap. But she was cheerful and good company and Terry admired her a lot.

Now Terry reached the blonde's office and opened the door. What she saw as she gazed inside made her back out again into the hall and close the door part-way.

She peeked inside now, stunned at the sight of her girlfriend locked in the arms of her boss. Her tits were bare and the man who Terry recognized as Brad Frazier was stroking her naked back.

Brad was a good-looking man of about twenty-five. Terry knew he was married and the word was around the company that he had a bright future at Century Ltd.. He had thick, dark, curly hair and dimples in his cheeks. And now as she gazed at his profile as he kissed her roommate, Terry's blood raced.

She leaned against the doorway, knowing she ought to leave, but unable to make her feet move. Brad always wore European-cut clothes and now his pants emphasized the tautness of his ass and his muscular thighs.

Laura gurgled as she unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest. He had a strong chest. Terry's pussy quivered as she watched the blonde strip away the fabric of his shirt and expose the thick curly hair on his body.

The lusty blonde stroked his chest while they french-kissed. She ran a hand over his ass and he whispered something in her ear that Terry couldn't hear.

The blonde worked her tongue over his tiny dark nipple and rubbed her crimson lips over his tanned skin. He grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her head back as he plunged his tongue between her strong white teeth.

"I could eat you up right here," he said.

"I'm counting on it," Laura giggled.

"Wench!" he chuckled.

She pumped her cunt against his crotch. "Oh, Brad, fuck me!" she sighed.

"I think I'll tease you for a while," he said.

The longer she listened to them, the more Terry realized that Brad and Laura were in love.

Now Laura worked his zipper down and pushed her hand inside his crotch. She pulled his cock out and Terry gazed at it with hot eyes. She licked her lips and held her breath as Laura ran her fingers up and down his shaft.

"I've been dreaming about this," he whispered, kissing Laura's neck and ear.

"Me too," the suddenly subdued Laura said.

Terry barely breathed as she watched the couple in the office kiss and caress. She thought again about leaving, but felt riveted to the spot. And it was apparent that Laura and Brad had eyes and ears only for each other so she relaxed slightly as she hugged her arms over her tits and peered into the room.

Now Laura knelt down in front of Brad's crotch and lovingly licked his cockhead. Terry opened her mouth and felt a vicarious pleasure as her roommate fluttered her tongue over Brad's dick.

She gluttonously licked and sucked his dick while he held her ears and directed her lips over his fuckpole. The blonde gazed up at him as she abandoned herself to her lust.

Terry's cunt spasmed and gushed cuntjuice as she watched the lewd scene. She felt faint as she watched Laura swirl her tongue around and around Brad's cock-knob.

She wondered what Brad's wife was like and if she suspected about Laura. It must be hard being married to a man like Brad. A man every girl was after.

She realized then that if she had a chance she'd fuck Brad too. She knew it was wrong because Laura was practically her best friend as well as her roommate. But Brad was married anyway and as such considered fair game.

Now she watched Laura drag her lips slowly down his fuck-stick. His cock completely disappeared inside Laura's mouth and he closed his eyes and forced his knob into her throat.

Laura's mouth was stretched wide over his cock-root. Her eyes glittered and her cheeks caved in. She inhaled deeply through her nose and gazed at Brad with love in her eyes.

Gurgles of satisfaction escaped her throat as he slowly pulled his shaft out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his cock-knob and dipped it over his hair-covered balls.

Terry's own lips felt parched as she watched the blonde bend down and suck his balls into her mouth. She hugged her arms against her tits and felt her heart pound in her chest. She squeezed her thighs together trying to get as much friction as she could on her cunt. God, she was hot!

She moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed her pussy right through her clothes as she watched the lusty blonde swallow up Brad's dick. It had been so long since she'd been fucked. Sucking off Mr. Young didn't count. She needed a man's cock in her cunt, splitting her in two and rasping deliciously over her clit.

The horny brunette had a very sensitive clit. It was larger than most. She knew that because all the boys she'd fucked had told her so. And because it was so large, it became very hard when she was turned-on.

She knew she came faster than most women. She knew that from talking to her girlfriends. Some of her friends took hours to come. But sometimes she popped off after two or three strokes of a man's cock in her cunt.

Now Brad gyrated his hips and fucked his dick in and out of the stretched ring of Laura's lips. The blonde held his ass and gluttonously sucked his fuckpole in and out of her throat.

Terry wished she could see his ass, but he was still dressed. Only his cock and balls hung out of his fly. Laura's long blonde hair flopped around her shoulders as she eagerly devoured his male-meat.

Brad held her head and steadied himself as he whipped his dick in and out of her mouth. "Oh, honey, I don't think I can hold off much longer," he said.

Laura made funny gurgling sounds with her throat, as if trying to tell him she didn't care if he came in her mouth.

Out in the hallway, Terry frantically rubbed her cunt as she watched the lusty blonde suck him off. Brad guided her head as he plunged his dick in and out of her sucking lips. His face was contorted with lust as he rocked back and forth.

He slowed his stroking and told Laura he didn't want to come yet. "Not yet, honey," he said huskily. "I want to stick my cock in your sweet honey-pot first."

"I love you, honey!" Laura breathed as she pressed her cheek against his cock-bush.

Her tongue traced a path up and down his cockshaft, giving special attention to the sensitive spot on the underside of his cockhead. She sucked the tip of his knob into her mouth and hungrily squeezed his balls.

"You know I don't like when you say that," Brad croaked.

Laura released his prick from her mouth and gazed up at him with adoring eyes. "But I do love you, Brad."

"But you shouldn't say it," he said. "You know I'm a married man."

"I don't care!" Laura hissed. "I love you anyway!"

Terry's cunt throbbed with need as she watched her roommate purse her lips and once again suck his prick-knob into her mouth. She saw Laura's tongue flutter over his shaft and down to his cock-root before reaching down and lapping over his balls.

She pulled her skirt up and slipped her hand inside her panties as she watched the erotic sight. She frantically rubbed her engorged clit as she stared at Laura's gluttonous mouth.

God, I wish it was my mouth he was fucking! Terry thought as she frigged her cunt. She wished she could march right into the office and pull his prick out of her girlfriend's sucking mouth!

She felt wonderfully depraved as she tore at her clit and watched Laura suck and lick Brad's dick. She held her fingers against her gash as she imagined what it would feel like to have Brad's prick down her throat. Lodging against her tonsils. Blasting off and creaming her windpipe.

She scooped up some cuntjuice from her churning cunthole and rubbed it over her stiffened clit. She could easily bring herself off, but she didn't want to. Not standing here in the doorway spying on her friend. If she climaxed, she'd make noise and they'd be sure to hear her. Laura would be furious, and rightly so, she thought.

Now she watched as Laura bobbed her head frantically over Brad's thrusting prick. Her long blonde hair fell over one eye as she slid the wet ring of her lush lips up and down his shaft.

Brad let his head fall back as he groaned and plunged his dick in and out of her throat. "Let's fuck," he said, spearing his fuckpole in and out of her lips.

Terry worked a finger into her pussy-hole and held her breath as Laura released his prick from her mouth. "Oh, yes, honey," she hissed. "Let's!"

"Bend over the desk," he said, guiding her to the desk and pushing her down.

The blonde rested her arms on the desk and raised her skirt to her waist. The lusty blonde never wore panties. She did wear sexy garter belts and stockings and today she wore a white lace garter belt and sheer stockings and her naked tits hung over the desk.

She stuck her ass out and turned to gaze at Brad as he moved behind her. He smiled when he saw her naked butt and rubbed his hand back and forth over the thick forest of hair between her thighs.

"My little sex-pot," he chuckled, dipping his fingers into her cunt-stew.

Laura craned her neck and gyrated her hips and Terry thought she had never seen a more wanton and sexy sight in her life. "I've been dying to have you inside me," Laura said.

Terry buried two fingers inside her cunthole and churned them around. She pressed her cheek against the door-frame and watched as Brad rubbed his cock against Laura's lush ass.

"And you know how much I've wanted it to," he said.

"Even when you're fucking Evelyn?" Laura giggled.

Terry knew that Evelyn was Brad's wife and she stood still with two fingers up her twat as she listened to Brad tell her how much Evelyn bored him.

"Every time I fuck Evelyn," he said hoarsely, "I pretend it's you."

"Oh, honey!" Laura sighed.

Terry trembled when Brad moved back and pried Laura's butt-flesh apart with one hand while he rubbed his fuck-stick inside her asscrack.

"Oh, baby, are you gonna fuck my asshole?" Laura gasped.

"Not today, honey," he said. "I want your cunt today."

"Mmmmm, whatever you say, baby." Laura reached back and grabbed Brad's tool in her hand. Brad moved a hand around front and grabbed one of Laura's hanging tits. Terry stared open-mouthed as he lodged his cockhead in the mouth of Laura's cunt and held her tit between his thick fingers.

"Push it in," he said as Laura directed his prick against her pussy.

"I'm trying!" Laura giggled.

Terry clamped her hand over her mouth and watched as Laura forced his oversized cockhead into her cunthole.

"Like a velvet glove!" Brad hissed as Laura pushed his prick into her cunt.

He lurched forward and Terry watched his cock disappear inside Laura's blonde-rimmed cunt.

"I'm in, baby," he said as he pressed his chest against her back.

"Can you feel my cunt sucking you up?" Laura said.

"Can I!" he said.

"I want you all the way inside me," Laura said, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

"I'm in pretty deep," he grunted.

"Now fuck me!" Laura moaned.

Terry watched his hips as he pulled back and then pushed in, spearing his cuntjuice-soaked prick in and out of Laura's grasping pussy.

He leaned over and kissed her neck as he fucked her cunt. Terry watched as he stroked in and out of Laura's cave and she rubbed her clit in a frenzy.

Brad kissed Laura's neck and bit her earlobe as he fucked her gash. The blonde's mouth hung open as she rammed her cunt back to meet his strokes.

"I can feel you all the way inside me!" Laura hissed. Her entire body quivered as she fell against the desk.

From the sounds she was making, Terry could tell her roommate had climaxed. Then Brad grunted and bit his lip as he pulled out and left only his cockhead in Laura's spasming cunt.

"Easy, baby, easy!" he said.

Terry felt a trickle of perspiration drip down her cleavage as she watched Laura turn back to face Brad. "You just gave me such a good come, honey," she said.

"I know," he chuckled, his face beet red. "I could feel your pussy grab my dick. You almost sucked the juice right out of my balls."

Now Terry watched as he pulled his cock out of her friend's cunt. He held Laura's cuntflaps open and crouched down to plant a kiss on her juice-coated gash.

Terry had never seen anything so erotic in her life and she moaned softly as she watched him dart his tongue over Laura's inflamed pussy.

Laura fell forward onto the desk as she climaxed again. Now Brad straightened up and with one thrust forward, filled Laura's cunthole with his stiff dick.

"Yow!" he chanted as he pounded her pussy with rapid thrusts of his prick.

"Give it to me!" Laura hissed over her shoulder.

Terry pulled her hand out of her panties and rearranged her skirt. She tried to close the door without making any noise and tiptoed away to the staircase.

When she arrived back in her own office she locked the door and brought herself off in Mr. Young's office and pretended her finger was Brad's cock.

CHAPTER THREE

Laura confided in Terry. She told her she was in love with Brad and Terry decided not to make a pitch for him herself.

She had enough happening in her life now so that it didn't matter. She was dating a few of the salesmen in her department and one day a nice-looking client asked her out to dinner.

Mr. Young asked her to take some dictation from him, and before she went into the empty office she was using she went to the ladies room to freshen up.

The client's name was Greg Hillman and he reminded her a little of Brad Frazier. He had thick dark hair which he wore rather long and a nice, slightly stocky body.

The brunette secretary stood in front of the full length mirror in the ladies room and brushed her hair as she thought about him. She hoped he didn't talk too fast. Her dictation wasn't too good. Not that she'd had much chance to use it here at Century Ltd.. The men in her department mostly just told her what they wanted to say in a letter and asked her to compose it.

She leaned to one side and admired her long dark-brown hair as she brushed it over one shoulder. Occasionally she considered cutting it short, but she always decided against it at the last minute. There was nothing like long hair when a girl fucked. Men loved to run their fingers through it.

She finished brushing her hair and dabbing some lip gloss on her mouth. She thought about the fag hairdresser who was always trying to convince her to cut her hair short. Laura always said that fags were jealous of women and wanted to make them ugly. She said that's why so many of them designed women's clothes in a way that hid their tits.

Terry stepped back and smoothed her skirt. She wore high heeled pumps and sheer stockings and today she was wearing her first garter belt.

She lifted her skirt and gazed at her almost naked body. Laura had surprised her with the black lace garter belt. Then when Terry had slipped into panties, the blonde had made her take them off.

"You never wear panties with a garter belt, silly," she'd giggled. "The whole point is for a man to be able to get to your cunt."

Terry smiled at her image in the mirror as she thought about Laura. The blonde had taught her so much. They were the same age. But Laura had been around so much more, Terry felt like she was the kid sister and Laura the older, more sophisticated one.

Now she rummaged in her purse for some perfume and sprayed it over her neck and ears. Then on an impulse, she lifted her skirt again and sprayed some fragrance on her inner thighs and pussy-muff.

"Always be ready," Laura giggled when she handed Terry the box containing the garter belt. "You never know what might happen so always be ready for fucking."

Now Terry brushed, some blusher over her high cheek bones and fluffed up her hair. She thought about Greg Hillman and remembered he was waiting for her in the empty office they used for visiting clients.

Better hurry, she thought as she went to one of the cubicles and locked the door. She straddled the toilet and raised one foot to the seat before letting a stream of piss out of her pussy.

God, it felt good to pee! She watched the yellow flow as it hit the sides of the toilet bowl and squeezed out the last few drops. Then she dabbed some toilet tissue over her gash and dropped her skirt.

She left the cubicle and made her way back to the office. The door to the empty visitor's office was closed and she knocked before entering.

"Come on in, Terry," a voice said.

She knew it was Greg Hillman so she turned the doorknob and entered the room. Greg looked up from the desk and smiled warmly.

"Sit down, sit down," he said, his eyes raking over her. "You're the prettiest thing I've seen in an age. I just want to go over these figures and then we'll get to the dictation."

His eyes sparkled as she sat down in the chair across from the desk.

"Of course I'd rather go over your figure," he winked. "If you know what I mean."

She smiled back and crossed her legs. He turned his attention back to the paper in front of him and without looking up asked her where she wanted to have dinner.

"Anyplace," she said. "You decide."

"But what do you like to eat, Terry?" he grinned, finally looking up and meeting her eyes.

She gazed at him pointedly and licked her lips. "I eat everything, Mr. Hillman," she murmured.

He dropped his pencil and threw his head back and roared. "You're smart as a whip as well as being a sexy little thing," he said. "I think we'll skip the dictation and just concentrate on getting acquainted."

They chatted then. He told her all about his dog and his apartment. "It's a bachelor's paradise up on the hill," he said. "You'll love it. We'll go there later after dinner," he said, moving his chair close to hers and taking her hand.

"I'm a cat lover myself," she said. "I just love the little beasts." She gazed up at him with her most innocent expression. "Do you like pussies, Greg?"

He squeezed her hand and turned it palm up. He kissed her palm and ran his tongue over her fingertips. "I love pussies," he said, staring at her tits. "And I must say you've got the greatest knockers I've seen in a long time."

Terry blushed. Her boldness didn't come naturally. She always felt self-conscious when she first met a man and now she crossed and uncrossed her legs as he placed his hands on her thighs.

"I don't think either of us can wait until later!" he hissed as he stroked her thighs through her skirt.

She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. "Why, whatever do you mean?" she said.

"You know damn well what I mean," he said, moving his hands up her skirt and caressing the skin that showed at the top of her stockings. "You're a real tease, but I can handle you. I love girls who can dish it out. I find them exciting."

She noticed his cock swell inside his pants. He wore a three-piece suit and now he slipped his suit coat off and returned his hands to her thighs.

"I think maybe you've noticed that you've got my friend here all hot and bothered," he said.

"Hmmmm, yes, I must admit I noticed," she said.

He leaned closer and kissed her lightly on the lips. She shivered when he dabbed his tongue over her lower lip. God, he was turning her on!

She giggled sexily when he darted his tongue over her ear. "You've got a great laugh, you know?" he said.

He slid his hands over her hips and finally up to her tits. She was wearing a tight turtlenecked sweater and he barely touched his fingertips to her upthrust boobs.

He yanked his tie open and pulled it off his neck. "I can't stand these damn things," he said. "When I'm president of the company, I'll abolish them."

He rose up then and pulled her to her feet. He pressed himself against her and kissed her. This time he kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth and crushing his chest against her tits.

"Feel my cock," he whispered in her ear as he ran his tongue over her neck. "Feel how hard I am, you sexy cunt!"

"I feel it!" she whimpered, folding her arms around his neck and returning the hot embrace.

Her pussy tingled and she pressed herself against him. His prick felt hard. And big. She wished he'd take it out and fuck her right now. Without any preliminaries. Just push her against the desk and stick it in.

"How do you like it?" he whispered, tonguing her ear and squeezing her ass. "Do you like it slow and easy or hard and fast?"

The feel of his stiff prick, stabbing her belly had turned her knees to jelly. "I love it all," she said.

"But haven't you ever had any wild fantasies?" he said.

"Well, yes, doesn't everybody?"

"But that's what I want to know about. Tell me your wildest fantasy."

Terry felt herself grow warm all over. She pressed and strained against his chest and crotch. She caressed his neck and ears and the back of his hair. The heat in her pussy-jungle made her feel faint and she clung to him as she searched her mind.

"I'll help you out," he said. "Have you ever pretended you were getting it from an animal?"

"Lord, no!" she giggled.

She felt warm thick juice flowing out of her pussy and dribbling down her thighs. She wore no panties so there was nothing to catch the flow. She wondered if he knew how turned-on she was.

Now he squeezed her ass with one hand and her tits with the other. "My fantasy right now," he said, "is to bite your boobie through that fucking sweater."

He leaned over and bit down on a mouthful of her tit flesh. She rested on his shoulders and sighed as he lashed his tongue over the wool of her sweater.

The sensations made by his tongue and teeth and lips on her covered tit were incredible. He continued sucking and in a few minutes her sweater was soaked with his saliva and she stroked his hair as he sucked.

He crouched down as he sucked her tits. He went from one to the other until both nipples were stiff and throbbing and the front of her turtle-neck was totally drenched.

He slipped one hand up her leg and she parted her thighs as his fingers reached her pussy. He explored her cunt, snickering when he discovered her bare pussy. He gently massaged her lust-dampened cuntflaps as he gobbled up her tits.

He rose up then and plastered his lips over hers. He eased his tongue hungrily into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it in. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled his head down to her.

She sucked hard on his tongue and he hugged her so tightly against him she thought he might break a rib.

"I'll be careful," he smiled as he broke the kiss. "Let's just get that sweater off."

He suddenly tugged at her sweater and pulled it over her head before she had a chance to object. In a moment she was standing before him, her bra-covered tits bursting out of the flimsy lace cups, and her hair disheveled.

He grinned as he unsnapped her bra and yanked it off her body. Her massive, pointed tits stood out from her chest. He gazed at her, his eyes narrowed to a slit.

She knew she had gorgeous tits. Her rib cage was small as was her waist, making her already-huge tits appear even larger.

Now Greg bent down and opened his mouth. He rubbed his moist lips over one pink nipple and his tongue over the other. Her nipples quivered like two ripe berries and her pussy twitched as he licked around her massive jugs.

She held his head and moaned as he sucked and nibbled and licked her boobs. His hands were busy exploring her bare ass and cunt and thighs. He stroked her damp snatch-hair and ran his finger up and down her quivering cuntlips.

He caressed the skin showing at the top of her stocking and snaked his fingers into her asscrack. Terry strained against him and trembled as he touched her most sensitive spots.

"What about it, Terry?" he said at one point. "Have you decided how and where you want it?"

"You decide," she whispered.

"That's the trouble with you girls," he said, standing straight now and toying with her tits. "You want equal rights, but you don't want to make any decisions."

Terry was so aroused, she didn't even listen to his words. "But I don't care," she said. "Surprise!"

"Okay, baby," he said, releasing her and unzipping his pants.

He pushed his pants down to his knees and then off his feet. He reached for her again, his cock straining against his shorts and the hot secretary had never been so excited in her life.

"Wait," he said. "Let me get these off."

He slipped his shorts off then and his cock sprang up, rock-hard and throbbing. Terry's heart pounded so loud and fast she wondered if he could hear it.

Once again he crouched down on the floor, running his tongue up and down her thighs and stroking her ass and belly and tits. He lapped his tongue slowly and teasingly over her smooth belly and navel.

He held her ass in his hands and pried her asscheeks apart. He rubbed her bung and stabbed a fingertip against the tight little hole.

"Did you ever get it in the back door?" he said.

"Not really," she said, her voice quavering.

"We'll have to do it sometime," he said. "But now bend over this chair, honey. Bend over the arm and stick that pretty ass up in the air."

She did as she was told. When she was as hot as she was now, she needed to be told what to do. Maybe all women did. She didn't know. But as she bent over the chair and stuck her ass out, she felt like Eve offering the apple to Adam.

Greg pressed his cock against her ass and reached around to caress her tits. He guided his prick over her snatch and with one thrust forward placed the head of his cock inside her drooling cunt flaps.

The pressure on her clit almost made her come. Her blood raced as he rubbed his cockknob against her pussy-pocket. And then with one smooth motion and a lurch of his hips, he drove his ramrod-stiff prick into her slime coated cunthole.

He grunted as he pushed forward and filled her fuck-hole with his boner. "Shit, you've got a tight cunt," he hissed.

He moved his hips back and forth as he plunged his dick in and out of her inflamed gash. Terry gasped as she felt his prick invade her body. Her tits hung over and swung back and forth as he jarred her with his thrusting prick.

He held her around the waist now as he pushed his cock balls-deep into her twat. His balls slapped her ass and she wondered what it would be like to have his stiff seven-incher in her asshole.

Suddenly he pulled out and grabbed her hand. "Come here," he said, pulling her over to the wall. "Lean against the wall and spread your legs," he said. "I wanna try something."

His eyes glittered as she leaned against the wall, her ass stuck out. Once again he guided his prick against her cunthole and shoved it inside.

She leaned the palms of her hands against the wall, crouched down with her legs spread wide. But his cock slipped out of her cunt and he chuckled as he pushed her down onto the floor.

"Come on down here," he said as he mounted her.

He stuffed his fuckpole into her gash and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He began driving in and out of her snatch with pile-driving thrusts of his dick.

The horny secretary's body was wracked with the exquisite spasms of her climax and her cunt contracted and sucked his prick. She shuddered and moaned, but Greg held on and controlled his orgasm.

"Shit, do you always come that fast?" he panted.

He stroked harder and faster and in a moment sent a gusher of ropy jism shooting into her pussy. She draped her legs over his shoulders and fucked back at his spurting dick.

She squeezed her cunt-muscles around his prick as he continued plunging his fuckpole in and out of her depths. When his balls were drained, he left his limp cock inside her and they rocked back and forth together on the carpet.

He hovered over her, caressing her hair and moving a strand out of her eyes. She felt his prick stir and grow inside her and he began fucking her again.

"What do you say we have a good steak somewhere?" he said, as he plastered his lips over one of her jutting tits.

"Whatever you say, Greg," she whimpered. "One of these days you're going to have to make a decision," he said, lazily stroking her gash.

"But not now," she sighed. "Now, just fuck me, Greg. Just fuck me."

CHAPTER FOUR

It was tradition. Every year on the company president's birthday they had a big party. No husbands and wives were invited and the booze and food flowed.

This year was the first time Terry and her roommates would attend. They all three dressed carefully and Terry piled her hair on top of her head and wore her tightest sweater.

The party began at noon and lasted until the wee hours. There was a rock band in the company cafeteria and a piano player in one of the larger conference rooms.

The lavish buffet was set up in the main reception room and there were bars all over the place. For the first time in her life Terry tried drinking the hard stuff and became stoned almost immediately.

"I'll take care of her," Brad Frazier assured Laura.

Terry giggled and clung to him. "Yummy!" she said.

"I don't feel so good," Laura said, and she dashed for the ladies room to throw up.

"I think you'd better lay down," Brad said, taking Terry's arm and guiding her down the hall.

"I'll go too," Bill Dunlap, a good friend of Brad's said.

Both men bustled her down the hall and Terry's feet barely touched the floor. They dropped her onto a sofa and left her alone in the room.

She gazed around and giggled drunkenly. She loved the attention she was receiving from Brad, but wished he'd return. Bill was cute too, she thought as she tried to get up. She slumped back onto the sofa. There was no way she could stand.

She glanced around the room and giggled mindlessly. She was vaguely aware of a strange feeling in her pussy. She moved her hands to her cunt and rubbed her gash through her clothes. Electric-like sparks raged through her and she realized in that moment that every nerve-ending in her body was tingling.

She began to wonder if Brad and Bill were going to return at all. Maybe they were going to leave her here to sleep it off. But she didn't feel like sleeping. She lay there floating in space while she moved her hands over her pussy and stroked herself.

"You started without us," a deep voice said.

She glanced up into Brad's eyes. "You're back!" she giggled.

"Did you think I wouldn't be?" he smiled, helping her sit up and handing her a martini.

"Oh, I don't know about this," she said as she sipped the drink. "I'm already pretty dizzy," she hiccuped.

"This'll help you sober up," Brad said, urging her to gulp the rest of the martini. "It's not like the other stuff."

Bill walked into the room then with a plateful of pastries. "You have no idea how good this shit tastes when you're rocking," he said to no one in particular as he bit into an eclair. Brad handed an eclair to Terry who bit deeply and choked on the cream. She handed it back to him and closed her eyes as she stroked her tits.

"You turned-on, honey?" Brad said, closing his hand over hers as she rubbed her tits.

"Dynamite!" she giggled.

"It does it every time," Brad chuckled. In her stoned haze, she heard the rustle of clothes being removed. When she opened her eyes, both men were slipping their shirts off. Every moment seemed to last forever as she watched their muscular chests emerge.

Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and moved over her lips. "You're beautiful," she said to Brad, licking her lips and spreading her legs.

"What about me?" Bill said. "Aren't I pretty too?"

"My pussy is so hot," she sighed, pulling her skirt up and cupping her hand over her pussy.

"That's the idea," Brad said as he sat down on the edge of the sofa and stroked her tits.

"But I'm so wet and hot," she sighed. "I've never felt like this before."

She rubbed her inner thighs as she spoke. Somewhere in her subconscious mind she knew she was exposing her cunt to two strange men. But it didn't seem to matter. It didn't even seem to matter that her best friend was in love with Brad. Her cunt was hot and wet and nothing mattered anymore except satisfying its craving.

Both men were naked from the waist up, but still wore their jeans. Bill sat on the floor, leaning against the wall and rubbing the big bulge in his crotch. Brad sat next to her on the sofa and stroked her as she eyed the bulge in his crotch.

"Keep playing with yourself, honey," Brad said. "Get yourself good and hot."

"I've never felt this way before," she said. She gazed at both men. Their cocks stood out, rigid and throbbing inside their jeans. Oh, Lordie! she thought. What am I doing here?

Her hand busily stroked her pussy as she gazed from one prick to the other. Brad leaned over and slipped his hand inside her sweater to tease her tits.

He forced his hand inside her tightly packed bra and flicked her nipple. He pinched and pulled her lust-stiffened nipple and she rubbed her clit.

"Let's get her clothes off," Bill said as he rose up from the floor and approached the sofa.

Four hands went to work on her then. They pulled and tugged at her clothes. Terry lifted her ass and let them slide her skirt off. They pulled her sweater over her head and her bra off her tits. They snickered when they saw her garter belt and stockings and each man slid a stocking off her legs.

Now she was completely naked and she spread her thighs wide and touched the dampness of her snatch. "I've never felt this way before," she said again and then giggled uncontrollably.

"She's really out of it," Bill chuckled as both men struggled out of their jeans and shorts.

Terry grabbed for one of their pricks. She no longer cared who it belonged to. Both were big and stiff. She curled her fingers around it and Brad grunted as she squeezed his pulsating fuck-stick.

"Come on, momma," he chanted. "Give it a good workout."

"Isn't she Laura's roommate?" Bill said.

"Yeah," Brad said, his eyes closed and his teeth clenched.

"She's a sexy bitch, isn't she?" Bill said as Terry ran her fingers up and down the length of Brad's cock and cupped his jism-filled balls.

"That's what they say," Brad chuckled pumping his ass and pushing his cock against her hand.

Terry wondered if Bill was married. Then suddenly she felt herself being pushed down onto the floor.

"How about a little head?" Brad said, straddling her tits. "Let's have a little deep throat, kiddo!"

She opened her, jaws wide and waited for him to plunge his prick inside her mouth. Bill stretched out on his side next to her and toyed with her tits as Brad slapped his stiff prick against her moist lips.

"Look at this bitch," Brad said. "She can't wait to get her lips around it."

"She's so fucking stoned, she doesn't know what hit her," Bill said.

"Yeah, but she's hot," Brad said. "This is a hot cunt. I can tell."

And once again he slapped his cock against her face. "Lick it, bitch!" he said. "Lick it good!"

A shiver of excitement shot through her as he beat her with his stiff dick. She flicked her tongue over his juiced-up cockhead. When Bill took her hand and closed her fingers over his prong, she eagerly squeezed his male-meat as she darted her tongue over Brad's cockshaft.

She dragged her nails over Bill's balls, fluttering her fingers up to his cock-knob and touching the drop of jizz brimming in his piss slit. He pumped his rod in and out of her sweaty palm. She used her other hand to grab Brad's prick and force it into her mouth.

She parted her lips and slid his dick-meat into the hot cave of her mouth. Once it was inside she closed her lips and sucked in a few inches of his cockshaft.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat!" he said huskily as he pressed his balls against her chin. "I'm gonna fuck your fucking throat, bitch cunt!"

She pumped frantically on Bill's dick while she sucked more and more of Brad's cock into her mouth. Brad's butt grazed her tits and he reached back and stroked her snatch while he fed her his meat.

Suddenly Brad lurched forward and plunged his cock all the way inside her throat. She choked and tried to force it out, but he held fast and she controlled her gag reflex.

And then Brad was stretched out on his back and she was hovering over him. Her long dark hair was tickling his thighs and his cock was jammed against the back of her throat.

He held her head and fucked her face with deep thrusts of his prick. His cock slid all the way inside her until her nose was buried in his cock-bush.

Bill had moved behind her and was pawing her cunt and ass while she deep-throated Brad. He plunged two fingers into her gash and tweaked her clit, and the horny brunette secretary sucked gluttonously on Brad's fuckpole.

"I'm gonna stick my cock into your ass," Bill said in her ear.

"Oh, Lord!" she gasped.

He squeezed her ass and chanted in her ear. "I'm gonna plug your shitter and make you see stars, baby. I'm gonna fuck your eyes out and make you beg for more. Right up your chocolate highway, baby. I'm gonna give it to you right up the old shit-chute."

Terry sucked Brad's cock back into her mouth and swayed her firm ass as Bill gripped her hips and pulled her asscheeks apart. He exposed her tight bunghole and she squealed as Brad plunged his prick against her tonsils.

"Give it to her," Brad snickered as he fucked her mouth. "Give her the old backdoor routine. Make it nice and loose for me, old buddy."

"Shit, that's what I'm doing," Bill said, as he spread her pussy-juice over her ass crease and squeezed a finger into her shitter.

Terry's body floated as he rubbed his cockhead against her asscrack. She continued sucking Brad's cock, but trembled at the feel of Bill's fuck-stick against her shit-tunnel.

"It won't be long now, baby," Bill croaked. "I'm gonna send it up your hot little butt. Are you ready?"

"She's ready," Brad snickered. "Why don't you do it, buddy?"

"Oh, you tight, hot, asshole, you!" Bill shouted as he rammed forward and forced his cockhead into her tight hole.

She stopped breathing when he impaled his cock in her rear end. His prick went in easily because she was too stoned to fight it. And the pain which she'd expected never materialized, but her tortured asshole sucked his cock inside and caressed it.

She wiggled her ass as he began fucking her shitter. She gluttonously sucked and licked Brad's prick while Bill split her butt in two with his thrusting cock.

Brad stroked her hair as she slid her mouth up and down his fuckpole.

"Is it good, baby?" Brad said as he poked his cock in and out of her asshole.

She gurgled and nodded her head as she devoured Brad's cock.

"She's a natural," Bill chuckled.

"Don't make her talk," Brad snickered. "She's giving me the best blow-job of my life."

"Better than Laura?" Bill said.

"Oh, fuck, I forgot about Laura!" Brad said. "One good fuck and she'll be meek as a lamb."

"Jesus," Bill grunted. "I'm in so deep I can feel shit!"

Brad held her face and speared his cock deep inside her throat. "I'll bet you never thought you'd get two holes plugged at once, cutie," he said.

Terry mumbled as she chomped on his dick. He chuckled and pulled her hair until she was forced to release his cock from her lips.

"You ruined my hair!" she wailed.

"Yes, baby, yes," he chuckled. "Do you want my cock in your cunt while my buddy's plugging your ass?"

"Oh, yes!" she squealed.

"Then get your sweet little cunt over my cock and I'll give it to you!"

Bill thrust his poker in and out of Terry's ass. "You gonna fuck her cunt?" he panted.

"Yeah," Brad said. "Hold still for a minute, will ya?"

Bill pushed his cock inside the hot secretary's asshole and rested against her while Brad moved his cock under her pussy. Terry whimpered as he inserted his prick inside her cunthole.

He jiggled it around until it slipped inside her gash. Terry moaned when he pushed forward and sent his entire fuckpole into her split beaver.

Now she was stuffed fore and aft with stiff male-meat. The horny secretary was convulsed with lust. She'd never experienced such sensations before. Every nerve-ending exploded as the two pricks filled her hot holes.

Bill began moving again, splitting her asshole in two with his thrusting dick. The two men fucked her in unison. Almost by plan, one pushed in while the other pulled out. One minute her asshole was filled with Bill's cock and the next minute her cunthole was filled with Brad's.

Her tits jiggled and bounced over Brad's chest and he reached up and sucked one massive boob into his mouth. He lashed his tongue over her tit while he humped up and down and fucked her cunt with his upthrust dick.

Her long hair had tumbled down onto her shoulders and she rode both cocks in a grass dazed trance. Squishing sounds filled the air as Brad's cock squeezed in and out of her dripping cunt.

The small office smelled of sex. All three moaned and grunted and Terry smelled the maleness of cock-cream and perspiration mixed with her own fragrant pussy-juice.

Brad squeezed one tit brutally while he sucked on the other. Bill pulled her asscheeks apart and shot his prick in and out of her shitter while he mumbled about what a good fuck she was.

She moved a hand to her cunt and diddled her clit while Brad stroked his fuck-stick in and out of her twat. Her sweat-slick body writhed with ecstasy as one orgasm after the other rocked her senses.

It was too much for Brad. Her cunt squeezed his cock and he gave a final thrust before shooting his load into her pussy-pocket.

"Oh, fuck!" Bill cried, pummeling his cock in and out of her asshole.

He came then too, unloading his cream in her shiner. Terry felt her pussy convulse as he dumped his load into her butt-hole. Brad's cock continued ramming in and out of her cunt and she felt their cream mingle inside her exquisitely tortured body.

They continued pounding her pussy and asshole until their cocks were limp and then they pulled out and fell over onto the rug gasping for breath.

"Open the door," a voice that all three recognized as Laura's said out in the hall. "I know you're in there, Brad!"

"Oh, fuck!" Brad whispered, scrambling to his feet. "Just a sec, hon," he said.

He grabbed his clothes and started dressing. "Just a minute, hon." He whispered to Bill and Terry to hurry and dress. "If she knows we were fucking she'll make my life hell," he said about the lusty blonde. "It's our secret, huh?"

Terry nodded and slipped into her clothes as Laura jiggled the doorknob. "Hurry up," the blonde hissed through the door. "Hurry the fuck up and open the door!"

CHAPTER FIVE

When Laura sashayed into the room, Terry was sitting primly and sipping a drink and Brad and Bill sat together on the sofa.

"Well, what's been going on in here?" Laura said pointedly as she stalked into the room.

She sat down on Brad's lap and ruffled his hair. "You haven't been doing anything naughty, have you?" she said in a husky voice. She kissed him and tongued his mouth and when she broke the kiss she turned to Terry and smiled coolly.

"You're my best friend, so I just know you wouldn't try to take Brad away from me," she said.

Terry blushed and tried to pin her hair back on top of her head.

"What's the matter, honey?" Laura said coldly. "The wind get to your hair?"

Bill saved the day by standing up and pulling Terry to her feet. "I was teaching her a new dance and twirling her around like this."

He took Terry into his arms and danced her around the small office. The brunette felt grateful and sank against his chest.

Brad clutched one of Laura's tits and pulled her close to him. "Is my little cutie jealous?" he said softly as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Terry watched as the two embraced and felt a stab of jealousy as Brad caressed Laura's ass.

"Stay cool," Bill whispered in Terry's ear.

"I just know that while I was puking my guts out my best friend wasn't making a pitch for my boyfriend," Laura continued as she turned to Terry. "Was she?"

Terry and Bill stood still while Terry pressed her cheek into his shoulder.

"Why don't you can it?" Bill said. "It's a party and we're only trying to have a good time."

"Yeah, honey, let's swing," Brad said. "Terry didn't do anything. She's a good kid and a good friend. As a matter of fact." He grinned. "I have a great idea."

"What, darling?" Laura cooed as she stroked his cock through his jeans.

"Why don't you two girls put on a little show for us?"

"What kind of show?" Laura said suspiciously.

"A show show," Brad snickered. He pushed the blonde off his lap and winked at both women. "Use your imagination."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Laura said. She turned to Terry and glared. "Since you've spent so much time with him lately, maybe you know what he's talking about."

"Really," Terry said. "We haven't been alone a minute. Bill was here the whole time."

"And we all know what a great chaperone Bill is," Laura said.

"Brad's right," Bill said. "Why don't you girls put on a show for us. After all, it's the old man's birthday and a day to celebrate."

"Fuck the old man," Laura said. "I'm not gonna be part of any kinky scene."

"What exactly do you mean?" Terry said primly.

"Well, look who's interested!" Laura hissed.

Brad and Bill ignored her. "Why don't you two girls ball for us?" he said.

Terry's mouth dropped open and she stared at the floor.

"What did you think they meant, dummy!" Laura said.

Terry was sobering up, but the idea wasn't totally repugnant to her. She admired Laura's body and had a natural curiosity about making love to another woman.

"Terry looks interested," Bill snickered.

"Yeah, honey," Brad said stroking Laura's neck as he rose up and stood behind her. "I'd sure love to watch the two of you girls."

Laura turned to him and melted. "You would?" she said.

He kissed her cheek and tweaked her nipple. "I sure would," he said.

Laura turned to Terry and raised an eyebrow. "You'd do it?" she said.

"Why, I don't know…" Terry stuttered.

"I'm all confused."

"Try it," Bill said. "You can stop anytime you want to."

"But neither of us is lesbo," Laura said. "I'm not sure what to do."

"Do what comes naturally," Brad said. "And if you get stuck, we'll help out."

"What do you say, Terry?" Laura said. "Shall we give it a whirl?"

"I will if you will," Terry said.

Laura moved closer to the brunette and the two men sank down on the sofa to watch. "Start by undressing," Brad said. He was flushed with excitement and Terry noticed his prick pushing against his fly.

Terry giggled nervously as Laura reached out and began pulling the brunette's sweater over her tits. She raised her arms and let the blonde pull the sweater up over her head.

When Terry stood waiting helplessly for Laura to unhook her bra, the two men applauded and smacked her lips lewdly.

"Now you're cookin'," they chuckled. "Take it all off!" Brad said.

Laura yanked open Terry's bra and pulled the lacy cups away from Terry's tits. "You've never seen her tits, I know," she smirked sarcastically.

Now Terry tugged Laura's sweater up over her head and soon the blonde was standing next to her with her tits bulging over her bra. "I'll do it myself," Laura snapped, pulling her bra straps down and flaunting her pink-tipped tits.

She cupped her boobs and did a little dance in the middle of the room. "Mine are bigger, aren't they, boys?" she smiled.

Terry knew hers were just as large, but she said nothing. If Laura wanted to play that game she'd let her.

When Laura slipped her skirt off, Terry followed suit and soon both women were down to their garter belts and stockings.

Laura deliberately wiggled her hips and tottered around the tiny office on her four-inch heels. She jiggled her boobs and bounced her ass, and even raked her nails through her cunt-muff.

Laura suddenly stretched out on the floor, still wearing her garter belt and stockings. She slipped her shoes off and spread her legs as she stroked her cunt-mound.

"Spread 'em!" Brad snickered as he slipped down onto the floor and leaned against the sofa. He stroked his cock as Terry lay down too, still wearing her garter belt and stockings.

She found her excitement mounting as she stroked her tits and gazed at Laura. The blonde no longer seemed angry and Bill slipped down onto the floor next to Brad to watch as the two women rolled onto their sides and faced each other.

They giggled as Laura touched Terry's tits. Terry licked her lips and felt her pussy moisten as her roommate squeezed her puckered nipple.

Her tit-tip stiffened and throbbed as Laura bent down and flicked the tip of her tongue over the pinkish nub. Terry sighed and thrust herself forward as she tried to force more of her boob into the blonde's mouth.

"Suck it in," Brad said, his eyes glittering as he stroked his prick.

"Yeah, suck it all in." Bill echoed.

Laura brought her mouth closer to Terry's boobs and closed her fingers over one while she lightly tongued the other. "Hey, this isn't bad," she cried. "Not bad at all!"

"Shit, look at that cunt!" Brad said as Laura sucked the tip of one of Terry's nipples into her moist lips.

Terry gasped when her nipple disappeared inside Laura's eager mouth. Laura slithered her tongue back and forth over the rubbery tip and stroked Terry's other massive jug.

She sucked more and more of Terry's tit into her mouth and lashed her nipple with her tongue. Terry felt herself grow weak with lust and she closed her eyes and let her legs splay open.

The men grabbed a bottle and passed it around between them as Laura tongued and stroked Terry's boobs. When one of them stuck the bottle between Terry's lips, she automatically drank deeply.

After a few more tokes the giddy brunette was once more stoned. She strained to press more and more of her huge boobs against Laura's mouth.

Laura moved her mouth hungrily from one pink-nippled tit to the other. She stroked and caressed with her fingers as she laved and nipped with her lips and teeth.

Brad shoved the joint inside Laura's lips then and the blonde was forced to release Terry's tits. She too inhaled deeply on the grass and after a while Brad moved to the side and Laura clamped her mouth back over Terry's tits.

Now the brunette secretary felt Laura suck with total abandon. And instead of using her free hand to caress her jugs, she snaked it over her belly.

Laura's fingers moved lightly and teasingly over Terry's rib cage and navel. The rounded softness of Terry's belly rose and fell with every caress of the blonde's hand as it moved closer and closer to her pussy.

Terry moaned and writhed her ass on the rough carpet. She ground down, trying to get some friction on her turned-on cunt.

"Oh, fuck, that's good!" Terry shrieked when Laura lowered her hand to the brunette's cunt-muff.

"Shit, will you look at those two bitches?" Brad chuckled crazily, taking another swig.

"Man, oh, fucking man!" Bill said hoarsely.

Now Terry noticed that both men had unzipped their flies and taken their pricks out. Both of their cocks were hard and they pumped them as they passed the joint back and forth.

The fact that she and Laura were being observed by Brad and Bill made it all the more exciting. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that what they were doing was crazy and wild, but it didn't matter. For some reason she felt safe and warm and incredibly alive.

Now the hot brunette welcomed Laura's hand against her hot and hungry pussy. Cunt syrup poured out of her gash and Laura ran her fingertips over the velvety folds.

Laura continued sucking gluttonously on Terry's nipples while she explored her cunt with her fingers. She lightly rubbed Terry's juice-slick cunt-pulp back and forth. She scooped up some cuntjuice and wantonly brought it to her lips and licked it off.

The men hooted and yelled and cheered the lusty blonde on as they beat their meat. "Work on her clit," Brad snickered. "She's got a fuckin' giant clit!"

"And how would you know?" Laura giggled as she turned her attention to Terry's stiffened love-berry.

Brad chuckled in response and Terry moaned and whimpered as Laura pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger. She rammed her pussy up at Laura's hand and sobbed.

She tossed her head from side to side on the floor, her hair tumbling down over her shoulders and tits. Her face was flushed and her eyes glazed.

She babbled incoherently as Laura stabbed two fingers into her gash and wiggled them around. She used her thumb on Terry's clit as she frigged her snatch and the two men moved closer to watch.

Terry tried to imprison Laura's hand between her legs. She humped her ass up off the floor and frantically tried to pump her cunt against Laura's stroking fingers.

But the blonde was just as determined to run the show. "Easy, there, bitch!" Laura hissed as she finger-fucked Terry's twat and stroked her petal-like cunt-folds.

"I need more!" Terry wailed, thrashing her legs in the air. "I need more! Give me more!"

"Give her more, Laura!" Brad said as he stared at the sex-mad brunette.

"And what exactly do you have in mind?" Laura said, cocking her head.

"Get your mouth on her cunt!" Brad said.

"Shit!" Bill grunted, inhaling the joint and moving closer to the two women.

"If it'll turn you on, honey," Laura said.

She turned around and climbed between Terry's thighs. She gripped them in her hands, leaning over and moving her face close to her gash.

"Like this?" she grinned at Brad as she dipped her mouth over Terry's gaping gulch.

"Oh, fuck!" Brad breathed. "Oh, fuck!" Laura pressed her lips against Terry's juice drenched snatch. She spread her cuntflaps open and flicked her tongue over the brunette's glistening mound.

Terry trembled as she clamped her thighs against Laura's head. She noticed the two men watching, beating their meat as Laura pressed her entire face against Terry's twat.

Terry came the moment Laura's tongue touched her clit. She blacked out for a moment from the intensity of the climax and when she opened her eyes Laura was wiping her cuntjuice off her face.

"Whew," the blonde giggled. "I just got a shower of cunt-cream like you wouldn't believe," she said to the men.

"It's your turn now," Brad said, tugging at Terry's arm.

Terry felt confused. She struggled to sit up and stared at the two men. Her mouth felt dry and she pulled her knees back to her tits, totally exposing her cunt.

"My turn?" she whispered.

"Sure, baby," Brad said. "There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"What he means, honey," Laura said with saccharine sweetness, "is that it's your turn to eat my cunt now."

"Oh, Jesus!" Terry gasped, hugging her knees to her tits. "Do it!" Brad said sternly.

"I don't know if I can!" Terry whined.

Suddenly Brad moved to her side and yanked her hair hard.

"Ouch!" Terry cried.

"Get your mouth on her cunt!" Brad hissed.

Terry noticed that Laura had stretched out on her back and had spread her legs wide. The blonde was giggling crazily as she rolled around, enjoying Terry's discomfort.

The brunette secretary knew she had no choice. She took a deep breath and forced herself to climb between Laura's legs as the blonde had done to her.

Laura stopped giggling when Terry closed her hands over the blonde's tits. She shivered when Terry tweaked her nipples and squeezed her massive melons.

And suddenly Terry needed no encouragement. She felt her pussy moisten as she kneaded Laura's firm boobs. She moved her face closer to the blonde's bobbing tits and realized she was salivating. She wanted to suck Laura's tits! She wanted to suck her tits and her pussy!

Oh, Christ, am I turning into a lesbian? she thought.

She shook the thought from her mind as she bent down and sucked one of Laura's tits into her mouth. It felt so strange to be sucking another woman's boob.

She sucked in more of the blonde's tit and rolled her tongue over her nipple. Somewhere in her mind she heard Laura moaning and felt the blonde's fingers gripping her head. But she paid no attention to the men. The only things that existed for her at this moment were Laura's bouncing tits and her cunt.

She pulled her mouth off the blonde's nipples and stared down at her hot hairy gulch. Laura's cunt-flaps gaped open. She had seen Laura naked hundreds of times at home, but never like this.

"She's really getting into it!" Bill said.

"Yeah, they always do," Brad said.

Terry tossed her long hair over one shoulder and stuck her tongue out at the men. Then she moved her face over Laura's steaming cunt and inhaled her pungent pussy-aroma.

She blew her warm breath over Laura's twat and held her cuntlips open while she plastered her hungry mouth over her gash. Laura humped her ass off the floor and cried out as Terry dipped her tongue into her cunt hole.

She moved her hands to Laura's velvet skinned butt and brought her cunt up to meet her sucking mouth. She sucked and licked and lapped and nipped while the blonde shivered with excitement.

"I love it!" Laura shrieked. "Who needs men?"

"You do, bitch," Brad chuckled as he moved closer and caressed Laura's hair. "And don't you forget it."

CHAPTER SIX

The day after the party, Terry was too embarrassed to face Laura. But after a while the blonde convinced her that what had happened was a natural part of life and nothing to be ashamed of.

They were having brunch at the apartment a few weeks later. Susan had slept at her boyfriend's and the two women were chattering about clothes and hairdos when suddenly Laura turned serious and told Terry she wanted to ask her something.

"Shoot," Terry said, curling up on the living room sofa.

"It's about Brad," Laura said.

"Oh, Laura," Terry began, her cheeks turning pink. "I'm…"

"I'm not going to ask you about the day at the party before I came into the room," Laura said. "I don't care about that anymore. Honest. No, this is something else."

Terry felt relieved. She had felt terribly guilty about fucking Brad and vowed to herself never to do it again. Laura had since told her that Brad was considering divorcing his wife and marrying her. And Terry didn't warn to do anything to jeopardize her friends chances for happiness.

"I'll do anything you want," Terry said as Laura quietly sipped her coffee. "You're my best friend, aren't you? Come on now. Tell me whatever it is you wanted to talk about."

Laura took a deep breath and grinned. "Will you do a four-way scene with Brad and Bill and me?"

Terry's heart pounded. "Oh, Jesus!" she whispered.

"Say you'll do it!" Laura said excitedly.

"It'd mean so much to me and Brad. And it'd be a kick."

"But it's so perverted," Terry breathed.

Laura put her coffee down and moved closer to Terry on the sofa. The blonde draped her arm around Terry's shoulder and giggled. "After what we did in front of those guys?" she said. "You've got to be kidding!"

Terry giggled then and admitted that she was being silly. The two women had never approached each other again after that day at the office party and neither had any desire to do so. They had discussed it and were both of the opinion that it had been fun for a once-in-awhile thing. But both of them agreed they much preferred men.

Now Terry decided she would do what Laura asked. Brad and Bill had already seen her perform the most wanton act a woman can perform. So why not a four-way scene? Besides, the brunette thought. It would be one way of getting to fuck Brad again.

She told Laura she would do it and the blonde was ecstatic with joy.

"You've no idea how this will help," Laura said. "Brad says he'll never marry another woman who's hung up on sex. Like his wife is. The next time he's determined to marry a woman who will experiment freely. And I'm gonna be that woman if it kills me."

Terry knew her roommate couldn't wait until Monday so she could tell Brad of her decision. And on Monday afternoon when Terry passed him in the hall, he winked broadly and patted her ass.

"Get that hot cunt ready, cutie," he said.

A week later the plans were finalized. They decided to get together that day after work in one of the company conference rooms. The girls had only twin beds in their apartment and Susan and her boyfriend spent a lot of time around the house. There was a good-sized sofa in the conference room and a small refrigerator loaded with cold drinks.

At exactly five o'clock, Laura picked Terry up in her office and the two friends walked to the conference room together. They giggled nervously and when Brad opened the door, they entered together.

"We're ready for you, girls," he said and he bowed low at the waist as they swept into the room.

Bill was opening some beer and he handed a can to each of them. He cracked a few dirty jokes and Brad laughed uproariously. "What do you say we get down to business," he said, putting his beer can down and removing his shirt and tie.

Bill followed his example and soon both men were unzipping their flies and removing their pants and shorts. They strutted around the room and chuckled as their cocks bobbed and weaved in front of them. They were both half-hard and Terry licked her lips as she gazed from one prick to the other.

Terry was anxious to get started. She was particularly interested in screwing Brad. But it was Bill who unbuttoned her blouse and moved his hands inside to stroke her bra covered tits.

She closed her eyes and let his fingers roam over her boobs. With her eyes closed she could pretend it was Brad pawing her tits. She thrust her jugs forward, her nipples tingling under the firm caress.

"I've been dying to get my hands on your tits again," he said, kneading her huge globes with his strong fingers.

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Me too," she lied.

She gazed at Brad as he ogled Laura's tits. They bulged out of her low-cut sweater and he buried his face against them. The jealous brunette trembled as Brad slipped Laura's sweater off and unhooked her bra.

Terry sighed as Bill rubbed and stroked her tits. She watched Laura's tits tumble out of her flimsy bra and she held her breath as Brad clutched them in both hands.

Laura glanced at Terry to see if she was watching. But then Bill pulled Terry's blouse off her arms and yanked her bra open. When he began stroking her naked tits, she squeezed her thighs together and concentrated on the lovely feeling invading her cunt.

Brad sucked one of Laura's tits into his mouth while Bill fitted his hot lips over Terry's. Her jutting pink nipples stiffened almost immediately and she tangled her fingers in his hair as he lapped her swollen flubs.

Laura imprisoned Brad's head against her cleavage. She rubbed her tits against his mouth and gazed at Terry triumphantly. Terry no longer cared. She could feel Bill's cock pressing against her cunt and it was hard and big and ready for fucking.

His lips moved hungrily from one tit to the other. His restless fingers clutched and caressed and rubbed the tit he wasn't sucking.

He held one tit between his teeth as he unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She stepped out of the garment and stood before him wearing only sheer black bikini panties.

She'd decided not to wear a garter belt and stockings today. It was warm out and besides she wanted to look different from Laura. She knew her ass looked good in bikinis and it seemed to be paying off because Brad had dropped Laura's tit from his mouth and was staring at her butt.

Laura grabbed him by the hair and yanked his mouth back over her boob.

Bill pulled Terry close to him, gripping her ass and rubbing his upthrust prick against her. He moved back and took Terry's hand in his. He curled her fingers around his cock and the horny brunette sighed as she squeezed his dick root.

She stroked his silken-skinned cylinder of muscle and shoved her tits against his chest.

"Do you want it bad?" Bill said.

"I'm ready, if that's what you mean," she said.

"You don't take long," he said.

"I'm a woman," she said.

"I won't argue with that," he said, rubbing her nylon-covered cunt. "I think I'll just take these off."

He knelt down and slowly slid her panties down her thighs. She gazed at the top of his head as he peeled the sheer nylon off her legs. When he reached her feet, she stepped out of the bikinis and smiled as he pressed them against his nose. "Fragrance of the Gods," he snickered.

He tossed the panties across the room and dropped to his knees in front of her. He toyed with her tangled damp cunt-curls and the puffed-up lips of her gash.

He leaned closer and rubbed his face up and down her gaping slit and Terry bent her knees and crouched down to give him more room. She pressed herself against his face, trembling at the feel of his bristly cheeks on the most intimate part of her body.

Terry kept one eye on Laura and Brad even as Bill began tonguing her snatch. She no longer felt jealous of Laura, but watching the other couple turned her on.

Once again she wondered if Bill was married. She watched as Brad unhooked Laura's garter belt and detached her stockings. He slid her stockings down her legs and pulled them off her feet.

He planted his lips over her toes and the instep of her feet. He ran a series of tiny kisses over her calves and knees and worked his way up to her thighs.

Laura lay down on the floor and he hovered over her, squeezing her asscheeks in his hands. He worked his fingers inside her asscrack and stretched her cuntflaps open.

Bill began licking her pussy as she watched Laura's cunt-petals peek out of her slit, and when he tongued her clit, she too dropped down to the floor and stretched out on her back.

Bill slid his tongue up and down her succulent snatch while he squeezed her butt. He ran his tongue and lips up and down her inner thighs while incredible chills raged through her.

She groaned out loud as he plunged his tongue deep inside her cunt. She ground down against him, smearing her cuntjuice over his chin and nose and cheeks. He hungrily sank his tongue in and out of her gash.

She rocked her ass back and forth on the thick carpeting, her pussy aflame from Bill's tonguing. He held her cuntlips open and rubbed her clit as he tongue-fucked her box.

She came when he flicked his wet lips over her clit. As the spasms hit her, he speared his tongue deep inside her twat and wiggled it around, simulating the strokes of a prick.

When she was calm again, Bill straddled her tits and stuffed his cock into her mouth. She eagerly sucked it in and began sliding the ring of her lips up and down his thick shaft while she watched the couple beside them.

Brad's huge tool stood straight up, almost hitting his belly as he hovered over Laura's cunt. Her blonde-rimmed pussy quivered openly as Brad prepared to mount her.

She begged him to fuck her. "I can't hear you, bitch!" Brad hissed, stabbing his cock against her twat. "You'll have to talk louder!"

"Fuck me!" Laura wailed. "Oh, please, Brad! Fuck me!"

She tossed her long blonde hair from side to side and humped her ass up and down on the carpet. Brad hovered over her and pushed her thighs apart as she tried to force his cock into her cunt.

"I need it so bad, honey!" the blonde begged as she grabbed his prick and tried to cram it into her pussy-pocket.

Terry's eyes were suddenly covered by Bill's balls and she stopped watching her friend as Bill fucked her face. He pulled his cock out of her throat at intervals and stuffed his balls into her clutching mouth.

She let his hairy nuts bathe in her saliva filled mouth, but then had a sudden wild craving to have his cock in her mouth. She spit his balls out and grabbed his dick. She raised her head and gluttonously sucked his boner into her throat.

She devoured his prick and his balls and thrashed her legs in the air in a frenzy of lust. After a while Bill turned around and now she could see Brad and Laura again. And what she saw rocked her senses.

Laura was lying on her belly on her hands and knees and Brad was staring down at her asshole. Laura craned her neck and made animal-like sounds deep in her throat as he lapped his tongue over her bung.

Terry worked her lips over Bill's dick. Her jaws ached and saliva dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, but she was so entranced by the sight of Brad licking Laura's asshole nothing else mattered.

Now Brad lifted his tongue off the blonde's butt and substituted his prick instead. He lifted her ass and positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her shit-chute. He directed his bloated knob over the puckered hole and pushed in. Laura shrieked, but he pressed in until his cockhead popped inside her shitter.

The blonde tossed her head back and Terry watched, her mouth stuffed with Bill's dick as Brad pulled out of Laura's butt and plunged his prick into her cunt.

Suddenly Bill pulled his prick out of Terry's cunt and straddled her. Without any preliminaries, he hunched down and sent his rigid dick high up her syrup-filled snatch.

He stroked in and out, thrusting in only a few inches and then surprising her by plunging deep inside her depths. Each time he pulled out his cock slid deliciously over her clit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him firmly into the saddle of her thighs.

She reached down and grabbed his balls while he drilled his prick in and out of her gash. He groaned as she caressed his jism filled nuts.

And then suddenly the men changed places. Now Brad mounted her and slid his prick smoothly inside her gash while Bill turned Laura over onto her back and rammed his cock into her mouth.

It occurred to her that Bill's cock was coated with her cuntjuice and now here he was cramming it into Laura's mouth! How crazy it all was!

"Hi, little hell-cat," Brad hissed as he stroked in and out of her pussy-pocket. "Have you missed me?"

He pulled out, leaving only his cockhead inside her and then sank down and filled her cunt tunnel with his throbbing meat.

"Yes!" she gasped.

"Hold my ass," he said.

She reached around and grabbed his ass. He leaned down and kissed her. They exchanged tongues and she hungrily sucked his into her mouth.

He pressed his chest against her tits and when he broke the kiss he leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He tugged at it with his lips and teeth and tongued the entire bouncing globe. He pressed his face against her cleavage and bit down on one puckered nipple.

She glanced at Bill and Laura and saw they were in the sixty-nine position. Laura sucked hungrily on Bill's cock and balls and Bill swabbed his tongue up and down the slit.

"Again!" he growled. "Where do you want it?"

"I want it where your wife won't take it!" Laura said. "I want it in my asshole!"

"You got it, cunt!" Brad roared, sliding his massive tool deep inside her bung. "Now, rock!"

Terry rolled onto her side and watched as Brad brutally fucked her roommate's shitter. When he started coming, he dumped half his load into Laura's bung and then finished off inside Terry's mouth.

"Suck it up, bitch!" he bellowed, stuffing his shit-streaked prick into Terry's mouth. "Get the rest, you cock-happy slut!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

One day Mr. Young told Terry his son was coming to work at Century Ltd..

"Show him the ropes, will you, Terry?" Mr. Young said. "He's a little shy and I want to start grooming him for the business world."

Terry assured her boss she'd show the boy around. He would only be working at the office after school and she didn't mind familiarizing him with the company. Mr. Young had been more than fair to her since she'd been working for him.

Now she typed up some reports and did her filing. By two o'clock, when Artie Young arrived, she was happy to have something to do.

"You must be Terry," the freckle-faced redhead said shyly.

"And you must be Artie," Terry smiled.

She showed him where to hang his coat and then walked him around the office. She introduced him to everyone he'd need to know and showed him where the photocopy and mail rooms were.

"You'll be running errands and stuff, I guess," she said as they returned to her office and she settled down at her desk.

"I'll do anything you want me to do," the boy said, his eyes glued to her tits.

Terry's pussy lurched. It had been two weeks since she'd gotten laid and her cunt was horny. It amused her to be stared at by a teenage boy. She flirted as she crossed her legs and asked him to run down and get her some coffee.

"Black and hot, honey," the brunette smiled. "Especially hot."

His eyes crinkled up as he grinned and accepted the dollar bill from her hand. Their fingers touched for a moment and he blushed.

"Whatever you say," he said.

He ran down to the coffee shop and Terry found herself checking her makeup in the mirror she kept in her desk. She brushed her hair and sprayed some perfume on her ears and between her tits.

She started humming and felt a great surge of energy and realized Artie was the cause of her feeling so good. Mr. Young had told her he was a junior in high school. That meant he was not that much younger than Terry. But enough to make her feel confident and in charge.

When he returned with the coffee, she asked him to sit next to her while she showed him the filing system. She deliberately let her thigh touch his and she leaned down and let him peek inside her low-necked sweater at her tits.

"Most of the time I do this myself," she said. "But when I'm on vacation or something you'll be able to cover for me."

"Yeah, sure," he croaked, his face crimson and his eyes glittering.

"Are you listening to me or are you a million miles away?" Terry said, putting down the pile of folders she'd been showing him.

"Oh, uh, I'm listening," he said.

"I don't believe you," Terry giggled. She uncrossed her leg and let her skirt slid up to her thigh. "I don't think you're listening at all."

"Aw, Christ, I'm sorry, Terry," he mumbled.

"What will your father say?" she said as she cocked her head and gazed at him.

"I'll pay attention," he said. "I promise." She blew him a kiss and grinned. Even though she wasn't that much older than he was, it was obvious he looked upon her as an authority figure and would do whatever she told him to do.

And a plan began formulating in her mind. "Are you in a hurry to get home after work?" she said as she leaned back in her chair.

"Naw," he said.

"Maybe we can have a little chat after work," she said, gazing at her watch. "It's almost five now. My, how time flies."

"Jesus, Terry, I'll do anything you want," he said.

She rose up and tiptoed to the door. She glanced outside in the hall and returned to her desk. Mr. Young was out of the town and she decided it would be a kick to use his office to fuck his son.

Because she had decided to fuck Artie. Why not? she thought. He's old enough and he's big enough. And if he's anything like his father he'll be a good cocksman.

"Let's go in here," she said, tugging his hand and leading him into his father's office.

She closed and locked the door behind her and told him to sit down at his father's desk. "Let's pretend you're boss and I'm your secretary," she giggled.

The boy awkwardly sat down at his father's desk. Terry sat in the secretarial chair and once again crossed her legs. She showed him a lot of thigh and tit and sat there staring at him.

"Well, you're the boss, Artie," she said.

"Jesus, I don't know what to say," he said.

"You're not playing the game," she said. "You're supposed to pretend I'm your secretary. And you're supposed to be giving me orders."

"Shit, I can't do that!" he said.

She leaned forward and cupped her chin against the palms of her hand. "Isn't there anything you want me to do, Artie?" she said pointedly.

The boy gulped and swallowed as he shook his head. The horny brunette secretary slowly unbuttoned the top button of her sweater. "Would you like to see a little more cleavage?" she said.

His eyes bulged as she thrust her shoulders back and pushed her tits forward. He licked his lips and made a strange noise deep in his throat.

"Do you like my tits?" she whispered.

The boy nodded, and she continued. "I saw you staring at them before," she said. "I guessed that you liked them."

Suddenly she unbuttoned the rest of her sweater and spread it open. She unhooked the front of her bra and peeled the flimsy cups off her tits.

She gazed at the teenager as he stared openmouthed at her boobs. Her nipples were hard and throbbing and pinkish-brown with excitement. The boy couldn't take his eyes off her jugs.

"Stand up, Artie," she said, and the boy stumbled to his feet.

She inspected his crotch. His cock was throbbing inside his fly. The boy undoubtedly had a nice-sized hard-on in his jeans. And it was all for her.

She pushed her sweater and bra off her shoulders. She rose up and approached the boy. She sat on the arm of the chair and shoved a berry-like nipple into his mouth. "Suck my boob, honey," she murmured.

He grunted as he sucked it inside. She closed her eyes and sighed as he timidly wrapped his hand over one tit and sucked the other. The feel of his fingers and lips was good. He had a nice touch.

"You can suck harder, if you'd like," she whispered as she tangled her fingers in his red hair. "Don't be afraid to hurt me."

He sucked harder and she felt her pussy churn as his tongue worked over her boob.

He moved his lips to her other tit. Tiny chills ran up and down her spine as he made love to her knockers with his tongue and lips and teeth.

Her cunt gushed pussy-juice and she felt the thick cream wet her inner thighs. She unzipped her skirt and stood up, her tit still in his mouth as she worked her skirt off her ass and stepped out of it.

She was wearing a garter belt and stockings and she felt a thrill of excitement as he gazed at her naked cunt. She knew her pussy-thicket looked sexy framed by her black lace garter belt. His eyes confirmed what her mirror had already told her.

She sat back down on the arm of his chair and held his head while he laved her titties. She spread her legs and let her cunt gape open. He sucked in his breath as she sank onto his lap.

The hot secretary squirmed her ass on his legs and fed him her boobs. She finally pulled her tits out of his mouth and made him gaze into her eyes.

Her cunt drooled and drenched his thigh as she bent forward and plastered her lips over his. She bounced up and down on his lap, mashing her tits against his chest and plunging her tongue into his mouth.

She felt his cock on her ass and tugged his zipper down. She moved her butt and lifted his prick out of his fly. She moved around and held his fuckpole in her hand, pinching the tip between two fingers.

She climbed off his lap and yanked his jeans and shorts down to his knees. She climbed back onto his lap, but this time she faced him. She pressed her cunt against his prick, her feet straddling his hips.

He trembled violently as the lusty brunette guided his prick against her cunt. She threw her head back as she pushed his cockhead inside her gash.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" Artie groaned as she sank down on his fuck-stick.

"Ummmmmmmm!" Terry sighed as she took his entire prong into her snatch.

His thick dong forced her cunt flaps apart and nestled inside her hungry twat. She shivered as she felt him inside her. His balls pressed against her ass and she raised herself and then sank down again.

His pulsating poker, stroked in and out of her fuck-tube with every thrust of her ass. His cock felt powerful inside her. Hard and thick with a force of its own.

"You're a good fucker!" she gasped.

"Honest?" he hissed.

"The best!" she said. "You're gonna make me come any minute. Just don't stop fucking!"

"I don't know how long I can hold out," he panted.

"Don't come yet!" she said.

She stopped bouncing and sat still with his dick buried inside her. She barely moved as she forced her clit to rub against his shaft. And then she came. The intensity of her climax took her breath away and she wrapped her arms around the boy's neck and sobbed with lust.

She trembled as the sensations engulfed her and squirmed her ass as she began bouncing up and down on his prick. Her tits wobbled and the teenager clenched his teeth as he fought to control his orgasm.

Her pussy was drenched with cunt-cream and his cock slipped in and out with ease. Her thick fluids drenched his rod and formed a puddle on the seat of the chair.

"Plug me!" she moaned. "Keep plugging me!"

She rubbed her tits against his chest. Then she grabbed his tee-shirt and pulled it over his head. She pushed her jugs against his almost hairless chest. God, it felt strange! His body was smooth and soft. Almost as soft as her own. And yet he was all man. One-hundred percent stud!

She came again, rocking back and forth over his dick. His cock stirred wildly inside her. She thrashed madly up and down his fuck-stick. They fucked in a frenzy, her tight cunt-muscles clamping down on his teenage prong.

He clenched his teeth and groaned and she quickly released his dick and squeezed his cockhead to prevent him from coming. She waited a moment and then slipped her cunt back over his cock and once again raced up and down his fuckpole.

Soon the boy was writhing on the chair in exquisite agony. She felt his cock expand and he began humping his ass and pistoning his prick in and out of her clutching gash.

She hung onto his neck as he shot her full of jism. The horny secretary came again as his spunk filled her pussy and his dick rasped over her clit.

Waves of sexual ecstasy washed over her and they rocked wildly until they were both exhausted.

She nestled against his neck at the end and kissed his ear. "Did you like it?" she said.

"Shit, Terry, it was great," he said.

She slid off his lap and crouched between his legs. She palmed his soft prick and pressed her lips against his knob. "Shall I get it hard for you?" she said.

"Yeah, if you think it's okay."

"Hmmmmm, I think it's fine."

She squeezed his cockshaft, excited by the feel of his cock stirring in her hand. Love-juice dripped out of his pisser and the hot-assed secretary bent down and flicked her tongue over the pungent cream.

The taste of his love-juice on her tongue made her cunt ache and she began running tiny wet kisses up and down his pulsating shaft.

She licked his dick-root and up to his cockhead, swirling her tongue over the flared rim of his knob.

When the telephone rang, she motioned to him to be quiet and she picked up the receiver. "Hello," she said in her most businesslike voice. "Mr. Young's secretary."

"It's me, Terry," the voice said. "Mr. Young. Did my boy get in yet?"

Terry smiled to herself and covered the receiver so he wouldn't hear her giggle. "He got in, Mr. Young," she said. "He certainly did get in."

"Good, good," Mr. Young said. "And is he catching on to the routine of the office?"

"He's a quick learner," Terry said as she pumped the boy's prick. "You'd be proud of him."

She slid his cockskin up and down his fuckpole and felt his prick stiffen. "My dad?" he whispered hoarsely, and the brunette nodded.

"Well, I know he's in good hands, Terry," Mr. Young said. "Thanks, hon. See you tomorrow."

Terry said goodbye and hung up the receiver. She giggled as she turned to the teenage boy. "He said he knew you were in good hands," she grinned.

They both laughed and she opened her lips and wrapped them around his juiced-up dick knob. She sucked gently on his throbbing cockhead. The taste of his boy-meat on her tongue was thrilling. She decided she would take his next load down her throat.

She lapped hungrily on his twitching cock. She bobbed her head up and down and sucked half of his fuckpole into her mouth. She took in more of his shaft with every thrust and soon she was clamping her lips over his cock-root.

The boy held onto the arms of the chair, his eyes closed and his mouth open. He looked scared and Terry realized he was afraid she might stop.

She wondered when he last got such a good blow-job. Girls his own age were usually reluctant to suck a boy off. She remembered when she'd been younger, she had hated to swallow a boy's spunk. It was only later when she was older that she learned to love it.

It's an acquired taste, she thought as she face-fucked the teenager. Like oysters and anchovies.

She squeezed his jism-filled balls and felt him shiver. She spit his cock out and sucked his almost-hairless balls into her mouth one after the other.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped as he held her head and tried to force her mouth back over his prick.

"Easy, honey, easy," she said. "I'll do it." He released her head and clutched the arms of the chair as she slid the ring of her lips down his shaft. She caressed his thighs and bobbed her head as she picked up speed.

She held his dick-root and raced her lips up and down his fuckpole and after two rapid thrusts the boy started coming. "Oh, shit, I'm coming!" he yelled. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming so hard!"

He filled her mouth with so much jism some of it dribbled out of the corners of her lips. Every time another wad of spunk blasted into her mouth, the boy trembled violently.

Terry's cunt was so inflamed from the sucking she climaxed too. Her pussy erupted as his teenage prong filled her mouth with thick cream.

She stretched out on her back on the floor and masturbated until she came again. When she opened her eyes, the boy was staring down at her.

"Jesus, Terry, you sure come a lot," he said with wonderment in his voice.

Terry got to her feet and looked around for her clothes. "All real women do, Artie," she said as she stepped into her skirt. "All real women do."

CHAPTER EIGHT

Everyone in the department was aware that Artie had a crush on Terry. He hung around her desk whenever he wasn't busy and even his father teased him. Terry was secretly flattered, but didn't encourage him. She fucked him occasionally, but didn't intend to make it a habit. He was cute and sweet, but not a substitute for a mature man.

One day a teenage boy, no more than fourteen, came to the office and asked for Artie.

Terry glanced up and gazed into the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Artie's away from the office for a few minutes," she said. "But you just sit right down and wait for him. He won't be long." The boy shuffled over to the row of guest chairs and sat down. He dug the scuffed toe of one sneaker into the carpet and blushed as Terry tried to make him relax.

She was glad when Artie returned and introduced her to the boy. "This is my cousin, Billy," he said. "Say hello to Terry, Billy."

The boy stood up and gawked at Terry. He mumbled something she couldn't hear and continued staring at the floor.

"He's kind of nervous," Artie said. "I told him how pretty you are."

"Maybe he'd like a cold drink," she said. "Why don't you take him into the cafeteria. Here's some quarters. The Cokes are on me. You'll have the place to yourselves right about now too. And when I'm through, I'll come by and pick you boys up and give you a lift home. Would you like that?"

"Sure," Artie said, his eyes boring into her tits.

They left the office and Terry spent the rest of the afternoon typing sales reports. By the time five o'clock came, she was glad to leave. She covered her typewriter and grabbed her purse. She almost forgot she told the boys she would meet them in the cafeteria and give them a lift home. She had a date later with Bill Dunlap and she was glad for the company. Her date was late. Bill bowled with a league and wasn't picking her up until ten.

When she arrived at the cafeteria, the boys were slouched down in chairs snickering. And the moment she walked into the room they stopped laughing.

"Ready, kids," she said brightly.

The teenagers didn't move. Artie blushed and took a deep breath as he smirked at his cousin. "I told Billy about us," he said, a touch of pride in his voice.

"You told him about what?" she said.

"I told him about us," the boy repeated.

"There is no us," she giggled. "And I certainly hope you haven't told anyone else anything."

"Aw, gee, Terry," Artie said. "You know what I mean."

"I do," she said sternly. "And I'm not sure I like your blabbing."

Billy looked away. He blushed furiously and Terry could see he had a good-sized hard-on in his crotch. And she suddenly realized the boy's visit had been part of a plan.

"What exactly did you tell him?" she said to Artie.

The boy grinned and moved closer to the brunette. "I told him you had a good tight cunt," he said.

"Oh, swell," she said, her hands on her hips and one foot thrust forward. "And I suppose you told him I'd fuck him too."

"Well," Artie said. "I didn't make any promises."

Terry mulled it over in her mind and decided there would be no harm if she had a little fun with the two boys. Billy was practically a baby. But the bulge in his crotch looked very interesting. And she did have a long evening before her date with Bill.

"Okay, boys," she said, moving into the room. "Why not?"

She took each boy by the hand and led them into a private dining room to the side of the cafeteria. It was reserved for the top executives and there was little likelihood they'd be disturbed.

Once they were in the room, she wiggled out of her skirt. "Come on, kids," she said. "You asked for it. Now strip!"

The two boys quickly tugged their shoes off. But then Billy sat down and watched the others. Terry noticed he wasn't stripping and she gazed at Artie and raised her eyebrows.

"What's with the kid?" she said. "He's scared," Artie said.

"Why?" she said.

"He's never done it before," Artie said. Billy turned away and bit his lip.

"Oh, my God!" Terry hissed.

She moved to Billy's side and took his hand. She wrapped her arms around him and stuck her tits into his chest. "You have nothing to be afraid of," she whispered in his ear. "I'll show you what to do. And I can tell you've got a nice big prick," she breathed, glancing down at his crotch. Artie snickered as she planted a kiss on the boy's lips, but she ignored him. Billy groaned softly as she ran her hand over his fly. "May I take it out?" she said.

"Yeah, sure," he croaked.

"I promise you, everything's going to be just fine," she said, rubbing her tits against his arm and giving Artie a dirty look.

If she'd known the kid was a virgin she wouldn't have started anything. But now that she'd gone this far, there was no turning back. Damn Artie! she thought.

Terry reached down and unzipped Billy's jeans. He gazed at her intently as she reached inside and grasped his cock. He sucked in his breath as her fingers encircled his half-stiff fuckpole. He swallowed hard, his eyes avoiding hers.

She pulled his cock out of his fly and squeezed hard on his root. "You've got a lovely cock, honey," she said, strangely excited by the feel of his teenage prick in her hand. "Really, you do. You're going to make a lot of girls happy with it."

He smiled and blushed as she held his cockhead against the palm of her hand and smeared his fuck-cream onto her skin. She leaned down and licked the cream from her palm and smiled up at the boy.

"Even your cream tastes good," she said. "Not every boy's cream tastes good. It takes a real man to have good-tasting spunk."

He made a strange sound in his throat and Terry unbuckled his belt and yanked his jeans down to his ankles. She stuck her tongue out at Artie who was sitting back and watching as she began licking Billy's cock and balls.

She urged him to sit down and she crouched between his legs and ran the tip of her tongue over his balls. He groaned as she wet down his nuts and moved her lips over his prick-head.

Now Artie moved his chair close to Billy's. He was naked from the waist down and was toying with his dick. Terry stretched her lips wide and sucked half of Billy's fuck-tube into her mouth before releasing it and turning to Artie with a teasing grin.

"Did you want something, Artie?" she said. The boy gulped and pointed his cock in her direction. "Shit, Terry, aren't you gonna suck me too?"

"Well, I don't know," she said. "Maybe I will and maybe I won't."

She turned her attention back to Billy. She knew she would suck Artie's cock before she was through. Suck it and fuck it. But for now she wanted to tease him. He had tricked her, after all, and she was determined to punish him.

Now she pressed her face into Billy's cockbush and breathed in his half-man half-boy fragrance.

"Can I suck your cunt while you're blowin' him?" Artie suddenly said.

"How do you plan on doing that?" she said over her shoulder.

Artie crouched down on the floor behind her and wedged his face under her crotch.

"There's plenty of room," he said as she spread her thighs apart and stuck her bare ass against his face.

"So there is," she giggled, hungrily sucking Billy's prick back into her mouth as Artie held her ass and ran his tongue over her gaping slit.

She took Billy's entire fuckpole into her mouth, bobbing her head as Artie's tongue stabbed her snatch. She trembled as he licked around the crevices of her cunt and plunged the tip of his tongue into her cunthole.

He lapped wetly at her gash. She sucked gluttonously on Billy's boner while Artie tongue fucked her cunt. He burrowed his face against her crotch and she felt her pussy-hole clamp down on his tongue-root.

She sucked feverishly on Bill's dick. She swirled her tongue over his oozing cockhead and toyed with his pisser. She lapped her tongue over the flared rim directly under his knob and tongued up and down his pulsating cockshaft.

Since the boy was a virgin she knew it wouldn't be long before he'd come in her mouth. She tightened her lips around his prick-head and worked her fingers up and down his pole.

His cock twitched and throbbed in her hand.

He groaned steadily. She rubbed her moist lips over his fuck-stick and devoured his hairless nuts. He jerked his hips and turned his ass up on the chair.

Artie hotly sucked her cunt while he pulled her asscheeks apart and snaked his fingers into her ass crease. He teased her bung with a fingertip and stabbed her cunthole with his tongue.

Her juices flowed as she thrust her ass back at his face. When he ran his tongue up and down her asscrack, she released Billy's prick and came.

The intensity of her orgasm rocked her senses. Thick cream poured out of her gash and drenched Artie's face. His tongue continued splitting her cuntflaps in two and she quivered as she rammed her pussy at his mouth.

"Stick your cock in me!" she gasped, raising her crotch and leaning on Billy's lap.

Artie held her hips and rubbed his prickknob around the mushy folds of her snatch. He thrust forward and pushed his cock inside the turned-on secretary and Terry frantically sucked Billy's cock back into her mouth.

She pumped her cunt back at Artie's thrusting dick. Her pussy clutched his prick and the boy groaned as he speared her cunt. He dug his fingers into her asscheeks and Terry felt Billy's cockhead against the back of her throat.

The horny girl felt one teenage prick deep in her snatch and another deep in her throat. Artie was muttering about how tight and hot her cunt was as he whipped his prick in and out of her gulch.

He pounded his dick into her juicy depths. He held her asscheeks open and rubbed her asshole. She panted for breath and then he jabbed a fingertip into her asshole and she came again.

When her orgasm tapered off, she found herself squeezing Billy's nuts while she sucked his dong. His prick jerked and twitched in her mouth, but the boy had remarkable control. Or maybe he's just nervous, she thought. Sometimes when a boy was nervous he couldn't come.

She sucked noisily on his cockhead. She jerked him off with her hand and watched his balls tighten up.

Any minute, she thought. He'll come any minute.

Artie continued humping her cunt and she trembled with every thrust of his teenage prick. Her sweater-covered tits pressed into Billy's thighs as Artie hammered his joint in and out of her snatch.

She slid her fingers up and down Billy's fuckpole. She could barely move his cockskin up and down. His cock was totally stiff and swollen. And she knew she'd have his sweet jism in her mouth before very long.

Behind her, Artie continued fingering her asshole while he fucked her pussy. She jerked her hips and felt his cock churn her insides. He battered her with his tireless teenage prick, gasping for breath as he stroked in and out of her hot box.

Billy came then, and she clamped her lips over his fuckpole while he groaned and filled her mouth with his teenage seed. Blast after blast of jizz squirted into her mouth.

She felt it on her tongue and teeth and the insides of her cheeks. She turned her head back and let it run down her throat, but his stream was endless.

She swallowed the whitish fluid as fast as it flooded her mouth and squeezed his cock-root to get every drop of his spunk. When she drained him dry, she released his cock and turned all her attention to Artie.

The older boy held her waist and then moved his hands to her tits. She pulled her sweater up and grabbed his hands. She forced his fingers over her bra-covered boobs and then she pushed the bra off her shoulders and released her stiff-nippled tits.

He squeezed her tits while he plunged his prick in and out of her snatch. His nails dug into her flesh and she rammed her cunt back at his thrusting dong.

She jerked her ass and automatically sucked Billy's limp dick back into her mouth. He groaned while Artie battered her pussy with his steel-hard prick.

She quivered as another raging orgasm engulfed her. Her cunt clenched tightly over his juice-drenched prick and pulled it inside her gulch.

Her asshole grabbed his finger as he probed her tits with one hand and her butt with the other. He slammed his fuckpole deep inside her hot gash with all his strength, burying it to the hilt in her lush swamp.

Perspiration poured down her body. She sucked gluttonously on Billy's soft dick and gorged on his lifeless balls. She gasped for breath as Artie cried out that he was coming.

He moved both hands to her tits and thrust forward forcefully as his spunk splashed inside her fuck-tube. She spit Billy's cock out of her mouth and threw her head back as Artie's cock savagely screwed in and out of her gash. Then with a whimpering moan, the horny secretary fell over onto Billy's crotch.

She panted for breath, shivering from head to toe as she rested. She tightened her arms around the boy's thighs and felt Artie's cock slip out of her cunt.

They broke apart then and she slumped onto the floor. She lay on her back and sighed as she gazed at Billy. The teenager's prick was hard again and he was grinning broadly as he tugged his jeans and shorts off his feet.

Terry realized immediately that he wanted to fuck her. After all, technically he was still a virgin. She had only sucked him off. So even though she was tired, she took the boy's hand and urged him to climb on top of her.

"You want to fuck me, don't you, honey?" she said as the boy straddled her pussy.

He nodded happily as he hovered over her crotch.

Suddenly Terry had an idea. "How'd you like to fuck me in the ass?" she said.

"Jesus, I don't know," the boy said.

"Shit, if you don't wanna," Artie said, "I'll do it!"

"Naw, I'll do it," Billy said. "I'll do anything you want, Terry," he smiled.

Terry scrambled onto her hands and knees and lifted her lush ass in the air. She held her asscheeks apart and played with her cunt. She wiggled her ass at the teenager as he crouched behind her on the floor.

He awkwardly rubbed his prick against her butt. He wedged it inside her asscrack until he found her puckered bung. "I don't know if I can get it in here," he gasped.

"Sure you can!" she hissed. "Get it wet with my cuntjuice and then stick your cockhead in. Then the rest will go in easily."

He brought some of her pussyjuice to her shitter and wet her down. Artie crouched down next to him and gave him instructions.

"Stick your finger inside to loosen her up." Artie said. "That's right, Billy, buddy. You're doing just fine."

Terry spread her legs wider apart as Billy worked his prick-knob into her bung. He pushed forward against her throbbing shitter and rammed his hips as his cockhead slipped inside her tight hot butt-hole.

"More!" she hissed, the white-hot pain of the assfuck invading her butt. "Stick the rest of it in!"

His cockhead pulsated in the tight confines of her bung and in a moment the rest of his fuckpole was stretching her rubbery shitchute. By the time his entire prick was wedged inside her asshole, both Terry and the boy were covered with perspiration.

"Now move it in and out!" Artie said excitedly.

"Like this?" Billy croaked as he began stroking his prick in and out of Terry's throbbing butt.

"Yeah, that's great!" Artie cried.

Terry felt his balls swinging against her cunt as he thrust in and out of her tight hot hole. Her head hung down and her thick hair flew over her face as he rammed her ass back to meet his strokes.

They rocked back and forth together. "Oh, shit, I'm fucking!" Billy cried. "I'm really fucking!"

He pounded her asshole wildly, sending exquisite sensations through Terry's crotch. Her thighs quivered and her pinkish-brown ring of muscle stretched taut around the teenager's slick cock.

When Billy came and filled her shit-chute with jism, Terry shrieked and had one last intense orgasm before she collapsed on the floor.

CHAPTER NINE

Six months later the president of the company noticed Terry and she began an intense affair with the older man.

Claude Preston was tall and thin with a small mustache and a gruff voice. The first time Terry fucked him, she was amazed at his virility. But after a while she became used to it and looked forward to his phone calls.

At least once a week he sent for her. And Mr. Young told her that she should drop whatever she was doing and run. Mr. Preston didn't like to be kept waiting.

One day Terry went to his office on her weekly visit and found him reclining on the sofa in his office. "Get your tits out," he said as he sipped a martini. "Get those balloons out in the air."

Terry walked over to the sofa and sat down. She opened the tiny buttons on her blouse and revealed her bra-covered tits. Her boobs burst over the top of the tiny cups and he gazed at them with hot eyes.

He chuckled and sat forward, stroking his cock through his pants. Terry stuck her tits out and watched his big wand pulsate. She knew that in a moment he would open his belt and unzip his fly. Then he would take out his dick and give it a few jerks to make it good and stiff.

"How do you want it today, honey?" he said. He did exactly as she anticipated and then forced her fingers over his fuckpole.

"Whatever you say," she said, fisting his prick and stroking it slowly.

After a few minutes of pumping his cock, he told her to get her bra off and play with her tits.

Terry eagerly complied. She tossed her blouse to the side and, stripped her bra off her tits. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of the garment.

She stood before him, wearing only a garter belt, stockings and four inch heels. She swayed back and forth the way he had taught her and let her tits bounce around.

She leaned over and let her boobs jiggle in front of his face. He smiled and extended his tongue, flicking it over her nipples as she waved them around in the air.

Resting one foot on the sofa, she began frigging her cunt. She whispered obscenities as she explored her pussy with her fingers. She slid her hand up and down her slit and stabbed two fingers in and out of her cunthole. She rubbed her clit and told him how good his cock would feel in there when he finally fucked her.

"You sexy cunt!" he chuckled, leaning back on the large sofa and toying with his cock and balls.

She sat down on the floor at his feet and continued finger-fucking herself. He liked when she brought herself off. It always excited him to watch her play with herself.

After she gave herself her first orgasm, he rose up from the sofa and stood in front of her face. He let his swaying prick graze her lips.

She opened her mouth and tongued his cockhead briefly before turning away and pretending to protest.

"Oh, please, sir!" she said. "Don't make me do all those awful things!"

"Get your mouth on it, bitch!" he growled.

"You'll have to force me, sir!" she said.

He grabbed a handful of her long hair and forced his prick inside her lips. "Suck it, wench!" he said, pushing his cock past her teeth and into the wet confines of her mouth.

She placed her hands on his hips and they began their usual face-fuck. He slammed his fuckpole in and out of her throat, fucking her forcefully, but never choking her.

His balls slapped her chin and she moved her hands to his ass and stroked his butt as he frigged her mouth. Suddenly, but predictably, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her down on her back.

He straddled her tits and slid his dick back and forth in the valley of her boobs. He continued whispering obscenities as he tit-fucked the excited brunette.

He pushed her onto her belly and lay down flat on her back. His prick pressed inside her ass crease and Terry wondered if he would fuck her asshole today. There was nothing she liked better than a good corn-holing.

He moved back and pressed his face against her lush butt. He slithered his tongue inside her asscrack and licked up and down the deep canal.

He dribbled saliva over her bung and nibbled her silken-skinned butt-flesh. She held her asscheeks open for him as he forced his tongue-tip into her shitter. She writhed with passion as he hunched up and rubbed his juiced-up fuck-knob up and down her shit crease.

She pushed her ass up and in a moment felt his cockhead caress her pussy flaps. He rubbed his cock-knob against her clit, stopping just before she climaxed.

"That's enough for you, bitch!" he said as he pulled his cock away from her love-button.

"Oh, please, sir!" she, cried. "Just one come!"

"You say you want one come, slut?" he said.

"Please, sir! Just one come!"

He slapped her butt, leaving the imprint of his fingers on her white skin. "You'll wait until I'm ready, bitch!" he said.

"Oh, sir, you're too cruel!" she squealed, craning her neck and staring at him with mock-terror in her eyes.

But within seconds his big prick was plunging inside her cunt. Just as she knew it would be. "Here it is, bitch!" he growled, ramming his dick into her depths.

Her cunt-muscles caressed his prong. He fucked her forcefully, careful not to touch her clit. He liked to torture her that way. Her juices flowed and she gasped for breath, but he refused to touch her clit. Not yet.

Her tits pressed into the thick carpet and she continued begging him to bring her off. The first time they'd fucked, she'd thought he was kinky. Now she knew different. He was an exciting man who liked to experiment. And, he'd taught her a lot in the time she'd known him.

Once they'd fucked in the shower in his office. And several times he'd made her sit on the sink and he'd stood in front of her and fucked her.

Lately he'd been asking her to entertain at a party in his home. She hadn't agreed to it yet. She had a feeling he'd expect her to fuck everyone there and she wasn't quite ready for that kind of scene.

New she slammed her pussy back at his thrusting dick. She trembled wildly as her inflamed cunt sucked and milked his dick. She knew he wouldn't come yet. He always pulled out when he felt his climax approaching. He liked to make it last a long time. Sometimes she had a dozen orgasms before he came.

Now he pulled out of her gash and turned her over onto her back. He hovered over her, laying his cheek down over her inflamed pussy. She shivered as she pulled and pinched her nipples.

He rubbed his face against her twat. The feel of his mustache on her overheated cunt was wonderful. He ran his long wet tongue up and down her sensitive inner thighs as he poked around her cunt-folds.

"You're not playing the game," he said, and she immediately began whimpering.

"You're going too fast for me!" she cried. "You're nothing but an animal! An animal!"

"Cunt!" he said, sitting up and slapping her hard across her face.

"Oh, no!" she shrieked. "You struck me!"

"And I'll do it again, bitch, if you ever talk to me that way again!"

He glared down at her and she felt her pussy moisten as he pushed her onto her side and smacked her butt. He continued spanking her and soon the flesh of her ass was red with his fingerprints.

He hit her until her pussy erupted in a glorious orgasm. When she regained her senses, he was staring down at her.

"You love it, don't you, Terry?" he said. "You really get off on kinky stuff?"

"I guess I do," she said, wiggling her ass.

He pumped his cock slowly as he gazed down at her. "You'd love my parties," he said.

"I don't know if I'm ready for anything like that," she said.

"You mean group stuff?" he said.

She nodded and yawned. "Uh huh," she said.

"It'd mean a lot to me, Terry," he said. "Think about it before you say no. Now, back at the ranch," he chuckled, slapping his ramrod-stiff prick against her leg.

"Oh, sir!" she cried, going along with the game. "What do you want from me?"

"You know what I want, cunt!" he said. "But, sir, a woman is a delicate flower! You can't expect me to be ready when you are!"

He straddled her cunt and grabbed her tits. He squeezed her huge melons and snickered.

"You'll be ready when I tell you you're ready," he said huskily. "And I say you're ready now!"

His nostrils flared and he touched his mustache as he leaned over and began licking her tits. "You're my slut and you'll do as I say!" he hissed as he tongue-whipped her nipples and bit down on her velvety tit-flesh.

She tried to push his mouth off her boobs, but he slapped her and she stopped struggling. "Slut!" he hissed. "You know you're always ready for a good fuck!"

He threw himself over her and forced his knee against her gash. "Spread 'em!" he grunted hoarsely.

He shoved his knee against her cunt and rubbed back and forth over her throbbing twat. He lowered his full weight on her body and held her face in a tight grip.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she pretended to struggle against him. "Please!" she cried. "Don't hurt me!"

"Shut up, bitch!" he growled, holding her chin and snaking his tongue in and out of her eager lips.

He moved his mouth from her lips to her tits. He bit and mauled her boobies and lashed her nipples with his tongue. He threatened her as he devoured her jugs and once again forced his knee against her snatch.

She trembled and thrashed her legs in the air as he moved his wet lips to her pussy. He tongued her already-damp cunt-hair and inhaled her musky female fragrance.

He pried her cuntlips apart with his tongue and licked his juice off her puffy flaps. Her clit stood out, huge and stiff and throbbing. He ran his tongue-tip lightly over the inflamed button and she shrieked with lust at the touch.

"Make me come!" she begged, trying to force his lips back over her clit. "Make me come!"

He hovered over her and drew his arm back. Then he slapped her face so hard her head reeled.

"You bastard!" she screamed.

She almost forgot it was a game as he clawed at him with her long fingernails. She ran her nails up and down his arms as he chewed ravenously on her tits.

"Bitch cunt!" he grunted as he swirled his tongue over her rubbery nipples. "Hellcat!"

He held her arms straight out as he pressed his chest against her boobs. He clamped his lips over hers and frenched her. She writhed under him, turning them both on with her struggles.

He raised his trunk until his prick slipped inside her thighs. He directed it against her cunt and she opened her legs to welcome it. "Oh, God, I want it!" she sobbed.

"How bad do you want it, cunt?" he said.

"I want it bad!" she wailed.

He raised himself up again and dragged his fuckpole dyer her hot slit. He slid it over her body and past her cleavage to her face. "Kiss it!" he growled, ramming his stiff fuck-stick over her nose and lips. "Kiss it, bitch!"

She kissed the jism-coated head of his cock and he held his blue-veined cockshaft as she licked up his juices. A drop of white cream clung to her lower lip and she licked it off and returned for more.

He moved down her body again, his thick excited cock wedged inside her thighs. He pinned her shoulders to the floor and hovered over her.

"How about a little corn-holing?" he hissed. The horny young secretary restrained her excitement. "Oh, no!" she yelled. "It'll hurt too much!"

"Fuck you!" he hissed. "If I want your ass I'll take your ass!"

"Oh, God, no!" she shivered, trembling with anticipation.

"Yeah," he growled as he snaked his fingers around to her asscrack. "I'll fuck your sweet little asshole until you see stars. That's what I'll do. I'll shove it right up your little old chocolate highway!"

Terry thrashed her head from side to side and begged him not to fuck her shitter, but of course he paid no attention. It was all part of the game.

"Get on your belly!" he hissed.

"No!" she sobbed.

"You don't say no to me!" he growled, grabbing her arm and flipping her over onto her belly.

He ground his cockhead against her asshole and she raised her head and begged him to stop. "You'll kill me with that big thing!" she wailed. "Your cock is so big!"

"Shut up, slut!" he said, stabbing his cock around her asshole. "Shut up and get ready to take it right up your tight little shitter!"

"But you'll split me in two with that big thing!" she gasped.

"Shut up, cunt!" he said. "I'll split you in two if you fight me! And I'm tired of your bitching all the time. Real tired of it!"

She pretended to wince as his fuck-stick lodged against her hung. She felt her asshole open up at the pressure, the elastic ring resisting at first and then opening up to the brutal invasion.

The wonderful combination of pleasure and pain shattered her senses. She groaned huskily as half his cock-knob nestled inside her bung. She was always amazed at how pleasurable it was to be forced like this. Even though it was a game, it always turned her on.

And more important, Claude loved it. He wallowed in her agony as she shrieked with pretended pain. He thrust his cock forward and growled for her to shut up. But she knew he loved hearing her beg him to stop. Hearing her beg made his cock even harder.

Now he lunged forward and rammed his lust-stiffened dick all the way inside her bowels. She felt his hairy balls pressing against her as he ground his cock against her bung.

She pretended to try to escape the brutal assault, and he held her around the waist and squeezed her hanging tits. "Shut up, bitch!" he hissed as he pulled his cock halfway out of her bung and then shoved it forcefully back inside. "Shut up or I really will hurt you!"

"Oh, my God!" she screamed, delighted to be speared by his massive cock. "Oh, you're killing me!"

"And you love it, cunt!" he said, his dick plunging more deeply inside her butt-hole.

She turned her head and faced him, her pretty face contorted with lust. He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering and his hair falling over his eyes.

"Good tight little asshole!" he chanted as he fucked in and out of her brownie.

He lay still against her and she felt his prick pulsate inside her shit-chute. He plowed in and out of her depths and her asshole clasped his fuck-stick.

Soon his prick slid easily in and out of her and she fucked her ass back to meet his strokes. She licked her lips as his cock rampaged inside her.

"You're sucking me right inside you, cunt!" he rasped. "Oh, fuck, that's good! Oh, fuck, you fucking bitch!" he growled. "Oh, shit, what a fuck!"

Now they fucked like two animals. She thrust her ass up for more and more of his spearing cock and he whipped his dick in and out of her bowels. She quivered and twitched and came so intensely she almost passed out.

When she recovered her senses, Claude was shouting and sending his load of thick jism into her shitter. "Fuck that cock!" he yelled. "Fuck that cock!"

CHAPTER TEN

Terry finally agreed to entertain at one of Claude's parties. But she insisted she wouldn't come to his home. He told her that was no problem, that he'd hold the party in the office after hours.

When the day arrived, the brunette found herself both excited and nervous. She arrived at Claude's office with her palms sweating and her pussy excited.

"This is Ned," he said, nodding toward a nice looking man. "He's one of our most important clients."

"Nice to meet you, Terry," Ned said pleasantly, shaking her hand. "Claude's told me all about you."

Claude said goodnight to his secretary and closed the door to his private office. He strode into the middle of the room and introduced Terry to the second man.

"This is Tim," Claude said. "We won't use any last names, gentlemen."

He moved to his portable bar and filled three glasses with ice cubes and scotch, keeping up a running conversation with both men.

Terry said hello to the man called Tim, her heart racing as she accepted the drink from Claude and giggled at one of his jokes.

Ned sat down next to her on the sofa and squeezed her free hand. "Claude says you're into some neat stuff," he said in her ear. He stroked her fingers and leered at her.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that," she said.

Now Claude interrupted them. "Did I tell you guys that this girl had the greatest jugs in town?" he grinned as he drained his glass.

"Yes, and it was no exaggeration," Tim said.

She gazed self-consciously around the room as all three men stared at her knockers. She was happy she'd worn a tight sweater that really showed her boobs. She may as well take advantage of them while she was young.

"When do you guys want to start the party?" Claude said bluntly.

"Oh, Jesus!" Terry hissed under her breath.

"Well, I believe in speaking my mind," Claude boomed jovially.

"You always do," Ned smiled.

"Yeah, you sure do," Tim said.

Suddenly Claude rose to his feet and walked over to the sofa. He pulled Terry up and hugged her against him. He kissed her ear and winked as he sank his tongue into her mouth.

The other two men refilled their glasses and watched as Claude squeezed her ass and french-kissed her. Terry coiled her tongue around Claude's, the combination of booze and excitement releasing all her inhibitions.

Claude released her for a moment and stroked her tits through the tight fabric of her sweater. "Shit, guys, when you gonna join me?"

He clamped his mouth back over Terry's lips and humped his crotch forward. "Man, oh, man, what a cunt!" he chuckled.

He led the brunette secretary back to the sofa and motioned for her to sit down. She automatically lay down on her back and smiled demurely as he climbed on top of her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed when his cock pushed against her cunt. She tried to spread her legs, but her skirt was too narrow and she could only arch her back and press back at his dick.

Suddenly the other men hovered over her and before she knew what was happening they were pulling her sweater over her head. One of them unhooked her bra and drew it off her tits and the other crouched down next to the sofa and stroked them.

Claude lay on top of her and rubbed his moist lips over one throbbing boob. He bit down on the rubbery nub while one of the other men sucked her other tit into his mouth.

The horny secretary felt a thrill down her spine. Having three cocks at her disposal was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.

The other men sank back while Claude sucked gluttonously on her tits. He caressed her rib cage and placed his face inside her cleavage. He pressed her tits against his cheeks and made strange noises as he tongued her jugs.

She trembled when he slid his hand up her skirt and caressed her hot thighs. She parted her legs and sighed at the feel of his fingers probing around for her pussy.

Suddenly he released her tits and climbed off her body. "Here," he said to Ned. "It's your turn."

Without a word, Ned climbed over her and sucked one of her tits into his mouth. She closed her eyes and felt his lips and tongue and teeth on her overheated flesh. There was a difference in the way men sucked, but she loved it all.

After a few minutes of chomping on her boobs, he climbed off her and began undressing. The other men followed his example and soon all three were naked.

Ned returned to his place on the sofa and placed his prick inside Terry's hand. He worked her skirt off her ass and smiled when he saw her garter belt and stockings.

He stretched out between her legs and began eating her out. She wrapped her legs around his neck and sighed happily as he slid two fingers into her cunthole.

One of the other men crouched on the arm of the sofa above her head and shoved his prick into her mouth. She didn't recognize the cock as Claude's so she assumed it was Tim's. She didn't much care whose it was. Just having a cock in her mouth while she was having her pussy sucked was wonderful.

She turned her head back to accept Tim's entire fuckpole into her throat. She whimpered as he forced his balls into her mouth and she sucked them in while Ned thrust his tongue inside her pussy-hole. He grunted hoarsely and she went wild when he stroked his tongue-tip over her clit.

"She'll come right away," Claude snickered as he pumped his prick and watched his friends work her over. "She's a regular come machine."

Ned flicked his tongue over the steaming folds of her twat, but he stopped licking her clit. She sucked Tim's prick back into her mouth and lapped her tongue on the sensitive underside of his prong.

He came then, blasting her with a load of thick cream and jabbing his cock against her windpipe.

When he was through, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and sat down in a lounge chair to rest. "Good cocksucker," he said as he lit a cigarette. "Real good!"

"I told you," Claude said as he marched over to the sofa and took his place.

She wrapped her fingers around his fuckpole and licked her lips as she sucked up the drop of jizz gushing out of his piss-slit. She squeezed his balls and his dick-root and then he forced his prick into her mouth.

Ned continued sucking her pussy while she accepted Claude's stiff dick in her mouth. He slid his cock in and out of her lips and suddenly pulled it out.

"Hey, I've got an idea," he said to Ned. "Let's fuck her together."

Ned pulled his face away from her juicy swamp and smiled. "Good thinking," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Which do you want. Her cunt or her ass?"

"You're the guest." Claude said.

"Then I'll take her ass," he said.

The sofa was large enough to accommodate all three, so Claude lay down in front of her and let Ned lay down in back of her. She trembled as Claude pushed his fingers into her honey-pot. Her pussy was soaked with cunt cream and she shivered as he explored her cunt-petals.

She caught Tim's eye as he relaxed in his chair and stared at the trio on the sofa. She blushed when he made a lewd noise with his lips, but forgot about him when Claude bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

"This is a terrific company you run here," Tim chuckled.

She felt Ned press his body against her ass and she squirmed as the two men sandwiched her between them. She felt their cocks against her, one pushing against her ass and the other against her cunt.

Both pricks throbbed. Ned hunched down and ran his lips over her neck and shoulders. Claude sucked and licked her tits, whipping her tormented nipples with his slick tongue until she squirmed.

She sucked in her breath as Tim squeezed her assflesh and snaked his fingers inside her ass crease. Claude suctioned in her nipple and she shuddered as an orgasm gripped her.

"Didn't I tell you she was a come-machine?" Claude snickered.

"We didn't even fuck her yet," Ned said.

Wild and wonderful sensations filled her as Claude sucked in a great mouthful of tit flesh. She rammed her ass back at Ned and crashed through another climax as he buried his prick against her butt.

He hunched down on the oversized sofa and pressed his face against her ass crease. He licked her shitter and darted his tongue over her lush butt.

She shrieked when he stabbed his tongue against her hung and forced it inside. At the same exact moment, Claude had hunched down and was tonguing her twat. It was too much for the young secretary. She thrashed back and forth between them in a wild explosion of passion.

Ned vigorously tongue-fucked her asshole while Claude licked her clit. She whimpered helplessly as the delights of another orgasm raged through her.

The thought that Ned's dick would soon be reaming her butt-hole made her head reel. She wondered if they would fuck her in unison. She loved a double-fuck. The prospect of two cocks inside her made her dizzy.

Claude stopped licking her cunt and straddled her while he stuffed his prick into her mouth. "Suck it, baby," he said as he slid his prick in and out of the hot ring of her lips. "Get it good and clean and I'll suck your cunt again."

She gluttonously sucked on his prong. She loved the way Claude fucked. He was always full of ideas. New and different things that made every fuck exciting.

Now he moved his mouth back to her cunt and she quivered with passion. Ned let his tongue slip out of her bung and she stopped breathing. He moved up and she felt his prick drag ova her back as it nestled into her asscrack.

Claude fluttered his tongue over her tits while Ned squeezed her asscheeks. Her heart pounded as she realized both their pricks would soon be imbedded in her.

"Terry's gonna get a double-diddle," Claude snickered. "You ever had a double diddle before, honey?" he said.

"Yes!" she gasped.

He pushed her thighs apart and smirked. "You've been laid, relaid and parlayed," he chuckled. "Haven't you, pussycat?"

He rubbed his prick against her cuntflaps and pushed his fuckpole into her aching gash. God, it felt good in there! It felt so good deep inside her hot cunt.

She was sorry that she hadn't let him invite more than two of his friends. He had wanted to invite six, but she'd insisted on only two.

I'm nothing but a cunt, she thought as his stiff prick slid in and out of her gash. Nothing but an empty hole waiting to be filled!

He fucked her slowly and deliberately. He murmured in her ear and whispered every filthy word he could think of as Ned jabbed his cockhead against the puckered ring of her bung.

"He's gonna stick his prick in your asshole and split you in two!" Claude muttered in her ear. "You're gonna get a come-enema and then I'm gonna fuck your pussy real slow and sweet and drive you crazy! And you're gonna love it, cunt, 'cause you can't get enough cock! Admit it, Terry. Tell us that you can't get enough cock! Say it, baby! Say it out loud."

"I can't get enough cock!" she whimpered as Ned tried to force his oversized cock-knob into her tight shitter.

"Louder!" Claude chuckled. "Tim can't hear you all the way over there."

"I can't get enough!" she wailed, holding herself still as Ned struggled to stuff his cock into her bung. "I love it! I love cock!"

"Yeah, you're a real slut!" Claude hissed as he mauled her tits and plugged her cunt with his thrusting fuckpole. "A real live fucking slut!"

He tugged at her nipples and pinched her boobs while he stroked his dick in and out of her gulch. Behind her, Ned finally lodged his cockhead inside her puckered ring of muscle and Terry held her breath as the initial pain overwhelmed her.

"Shit, are you ever gonna come!" Claude hissed in her ear. "Easy, kid, easy!"

He pulled his shaft out of her cunt, leaving only his cock-knob inside her. Then he thrust forward and filled her fuck-tube with his pulsating prick, igniting her clit with every stroke.

Then Ned thrust forward and rammed his giant fuckpole deep inside her bowels. Her asshole clamped down on his dick-root and she shivered violently as the exquisite sensations of the double-fuck raged through her.

"We're both inside you, slut," Claude said hoarsely as he reamed her cunt. "We're both inside you fucking your ass off! And you love it, cunt! You love nothing better than a good stiff prick stuffed up your twat and ass!"

She stopped listening as Ned squeezed her ass deliciously while he slid his twitching prick in and out of her shitter. She bit her lip as he pulled out and lurched forward again.

She writhed between them and suddenly Tim rose up out of his chair and approached the sofa. "Got room for this?" he said as he rubbed his half-hard fuck-stick over her lips.

"Oh, God, I can't!" she wailed. "It's too much!"

"Nothing's too much for you, slut!" Claude hissed. "Stick it in her mouth!" he said to Tim. "That way she can't complain."

Tim calmly forced his fuckpole into her mouth and Terry had no choice, but to accept it. She knew that struggling wouldn't help and appealing to Claude wouldn't work either. He would only think she was playing their game.

Ned held her asscheeks open and slowly rammed his cock in and out of her asshole. She sucked air into her nose as Tim's dick filled her lips.

Claude leaned over and sucked one of her throbbing tits into his mouth.

"This is the life, huh, Terry?" he said, as he sucked a great mouthful of her tit into his mouth and lashed his tongue over her nipple.

She wrapped her arms around him as she slid the ring of her lips up and down Tim's fuckpole. She struggled for breath, every nerve in her body tingled as the three cocks raced in and out of her holes.

Claude's prick sank inside her steaming pussy while Ned pulled out of her bung. When Ned pushed his dick inside her bowels, Claude pulled his shaft out of her fuck-hole.

Only Tim fucked her mouth steadily. He humped his hips and slowly drilled his dick in and out of her throat. Her body quivered as they skewered her on their fuckpoles. She was pinned between three men and she loved it!

Suddenly they changed their rhythm and now Claude and Ned vigorously fucked her in tandem. They pushed their pricks deep inside her, and then both pulled out simultaneously.

Her mouth was crammed with Tim's totally stiff dick and she felt her pussy convulse in a mind-blowing orgasm. Her entire body shook from head to toe as the wonderful sensations filled her. She lost all sense of time and place and unwittingly bit down hard on Tim's dick knob.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and howled with pain. He held his hands over his crotch as if to protect himself from the young secretary.

Claude's fuck-stick battered her pussy and he snickered as he watched Tim sink back down onto the chair. "Can't take it, huh, Tim boy?"

Both men speared her with a new intensity. Her cunthole and asshole gripped their meat and her tits jiggled with abandon. Tim savagely reamed her shitter while Claude thrust in and out of her pussy.

When she was seized with another gut wrenching orgasm, both men began pistoning their pricks in and out of her holes. Tim rose up again and moved back to the sofa.

"Here!" he growled, sticking his prick back inside her lips.

She sucked his cock hungrily into her mouth while all three men poured their spunk into her body. She thrashed around as first one, and then another prick stabbed inside her.

She felt giddy with excitement as they filled her with their cream. "Oh, God, I'm coming again!" she wailed.

"Will you marry me, Terry?" Claude said as she trembled from the force of her climax.

"Yes!" she yelled. "Oh, my, yes!"

Content

Donna Allen
In heat secretary

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN