Randy Howard: The secretary_s hot pants

"Oh! Ohhhhh! Suck… suck my titties, Zeke! Please!"

His stomach hollowed, tightened, as he pushed his great prick tight against her again; then he hunched down until his long tongue could brush against the top of one tit, lick sloppily across it until it dove into the valley between the mountains, then climbed up on the other side. The girl sighed again as she felt him wet her breasts, slurping across them now in long, sloppy strokes, his mouth open so wide she felt his teeth against the upper slope.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yes… yes… yes!"

Ohlxhhhhhh, Christ! Cindy was burning, was panting as her fingers stabbed in short strokes, pushing deep, deep – but not deep enough! Not as deep as that cock could go! Not as deep as the itch that was firing her, driving her insane with a passion that could only be satisfied by a long and strong male organ…

Ohhhhhh, damn!

Tears stung Cindy's cheeks and she bit on the inside of her lip. Who was she kidding? The closest thing she had ever known to a cock was her gynecologist's finger! Not that she had lacked for opportunities; even during junior high days the boys were chasing her constantly, following her as though she were a cat in heat. And they were right – but she was a cat too frightened to stand stiff long enough to find out what it really was like, having a cock inside, twisting round, sliding in and out.

She wanted Zeke's cock!

She wanted any Goddamn cock!

"Ahhhhhh, Christ!"

"What's the matter, baby?" Zeke chuckled. "I thought you wanted your titties sucked?"

"Bastard! Son of a bitchin' bastard! Damn your ass – get off me! Get off!"

Cindy peeled her eye to the opening again, gasping as she saw the marks where Zeke's teeth had dug into the soft flesh around the nipple. She could see the saliva running across the slope of the mound – and then Elsie was pounding at the boy, trying to thrust him off her body. He caught her wrists.

"Bastard!"

"Bitch!"

"Cocksucker!"

"No, baby! Cunts I suck, but I leave the cocks up to you. Want to run those pretty little lips over the head of my prick again? Huh, want to suck some more?"

"Get off me, you dirty son of a bitch! I'll kill you! I'll… kill… ahhhhhhhhhh, Jesus! Jesus!"

He thrust deep within her, rotating his ass to make his cock swivel in a torkscrew motion that had Elsie arching her back beneath him. Her fingers were doubled into fists, but as he thrust again she sighed and let them relax, the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her face lolled to one side as she sobbed. "Bastard! Bastard…"

"You love it, baby!" said Zeke, nuzzling her throat. "You love it when I stab you with my prick, and you love it when I bite your pretty titties. Don't bulishit me, you know you want me to do it again."

"You hurt me!" she wailed.

"Yeahhhh! And I'll hurt you again like this… and like this…"

He moved don against her tits again firm flesh, the nipple tingling against his tongue. Jesus! Cindy couldn't believe her eyes – he had half the tit in his mouth, was sucking hard, Elsie sighing again and ceasing her struggles. Zeke released one wrist and her hand went around his head, moving through his long hair, combing her fingers across the back of his skull.

"Oh, Zeke! Zeke! Oh, yes! Suck!"

He released the other wrist and now her fingers interlaced, pulled tight against him, trying to pull him farther against the tit as his throat worked, as his tongue laved the surface of the mound. His teeth were chewing now, were working the flesh, digging in, leaving marks that must be painful; but Elsie only sighed with pleasure, her eyes closed again, her head rolling from side to side, her legs over the back of his thighs and rubbing up and down.

"Oh, God, Zeke! God!"

"Ummm! Giggicee!"

"Yes!" she said, reading his mumbled message. "Yes, do it to me! Suck… suck… oh, fuck!"

He came up suddenly and moved to the other tit, the one away from Cindy's vantage point. From the sounds of pleasure coming from Elsie he was servicing her as well on that side… but Cindy knew that she was close to insanity. God! She needed something… something more than her finger…

She caught her clit, and gasped as sharp pain stabbed through her sexual center. The tiny female cock was burning… she began to rub it, stroking two fingers over it until she was nearly buried to the hilt in her own twat, the clitoris throbbing against her palm. The sensation was electric, heavenly, beautiful… Cindy gasped in orgasm, flooding her hand, feeling the juices soak her thighs. She moved her knees tightly together about her hand, trapping it, her eyes closing as I leaned against the shelving for support. Oh, God! God! Why was she such a coward? Cocks were available, she could have her pick of them – she knew she was one of the prettiest girls in the office. She had been on dates dozens of times during her high school days, although rarely with the same boy more than twice.

They all had the same thought: I'll be the one to get into the iron virgin! And they all tried, even that nice Tommy Muhardt, the minister's son. They tried every trick in the books – plying her with liquor, forcing her to sample grass, even near-rape. But she had maintained her horror, her virginity…

Crying inside because they wouldn't rape her!

Her knees opened, her hand came out, moved to wipe her mouth, and she caught her own stink, so strong that it was overpowering. She reached to hold the shelving again, head spinning dizzily. Despite the orgasm the itching was still there, the need for sexual completion, the demand for a cock, any cock, small, big, fat, skinny, young, old – a cock, Goddamn it! A cock!

"Oh oh ohohohohhhhh!"

She turned to the peephole again, saw the two on the table practically glued together, Elsie's arms wrapped tight about Zeke's back, his face biding hers. The girl was gasping in desire as he worked his tight ass against her cunt, stabbing, stabbing, without actually withdrawing his cock from the burning passage.

"Fuck, Zeke! Fuck! Fuck me!"

"Yeah, baby!" His tongue found her ear, traced the convolutions. "Beg for it! Beg!"

"Bastard! Fuckin' son of a bitchin' no-good Goddamn bastard! Dirty mean rotten shitass sonofabitch! Fuck you, Zeke! Fuck you, damn you!"

"Yeahbbh! Keep talkin' Elsie – it's music to my ears! Tell me how much you love it! Tell me how much you want my nice big prick! Tell me!"

"I hate you, you no – good freak! I hate your balls! I'll tear your balls off and feed them to my cat! I'll rip your Goddamn cock off, you motherfucker! Fuck, damn you! Fuck! Fuck meeeeeee!"

"Yeahhhhh – take it!"

He stabbed, the force of the blow slamming her across the table. The girl gasped, her caressing hands wrapping tight around his neck as Zeke backed out from her cunt, raising his ass as the long, slime-covered tube came into Cindy's view, backing out until it seemed as though the thing must fall away… and then Elsie tightened against it, tightened her outer muscles down against the cockhead, squeezing until Zeke screamed.

"Jeeeeesussss!"

"Bastard!" she said, softly. "Give it back, you sonofabitch! Give it to me!"

Zeke moaned, eyes closed… but his cock was moving back now, sliding deep into Elsie's body, burying itself once more to the hilt. The girl sighed with pleasure as she felt the knobby cockhead moving across the soft walls of her cunt, gasped when he bottomed out again.

"Fuck me, bastard!" she said again. "Fuck me right!"

"Oh, Christ, Elsie! Christ all-fuckin'-mighty! You hurt me!"

"You hurt me, asshole! Fuck!"

Zeke moaned again, but he was stroking into her now, moving slowly, his cock riding back out again until a third of it remained in the cuntal grasp – and then he moved in again, afraid of the pain she had wrought, the unexpected pain she had sent through him. But his cock was harder than ever, bigger than ever, as he rode into her, found the proper rhythm, the proper balance. He fucked into her, rode back, fucked down again without hesitation, Elsie gasping and sighing her pleasure as her hands moved over his back again, her thumbs counted his ribs, dug into the sensitive armpits, tried to push the shirt and the undershirt over his shoulders. Her feet moved down against the tangle of his trousers and shorts as though she were trying to make him completely naked, wanted to feel his flesh against her flesh.