Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

Becky's initial disgust upon seeing Cathy had now turned to respect. Becky realized that Cathy must have long ago discovered the special joys of all-out fucking and she had to respect the big woman for that. Becky offered Cathy a silent toast and downed her drink.

Unconsciously sliding her hand down across Ed's thigh, Becky stroked the outline of his hard prick with her thumb and forefinger. Then she felt Ed lurch suddenly, almost falling off his stool – and his big prick went soft almost instantly! He slammed his drink down hard on the bar, splashing booze across his shin.

"What's wrong?" Becky asked, alarmed by the sudden loss of a hard cock to stroke.

"Oh, nothing much," Ed said sarcastically. He was talking a bit too loud and many of the people at the bar turned to look his way. "It's just that that big slut over there – my almost ex-wife – is too close for comfort. Come on, let's get out of here!"

"But wait!" Becky pleaded. "Wait a minute." Ed's cock was so big that even when it was soft Becky could still get a good grip on it. As the big man tried to leave, Becky tugged hard on his prick and brought him back to the stool.

"Damn, that hurts!" he said, cringing with the sudden pain of having his prick yanked sharply.

People were staring at them from all corners of the restaurant. Those in the know slyly pointed from Cathy to Ed and laughed.

"You can't talk that way about her," Becky admonished him. "She happens to be a friend of mine."

Even though Becky had met Cathy for the first time only hours earlier, Becky felt as if they shared a special understanding about fucking. Just because a woman enjoyed having cock upon cock thrust into her until she came with every fiber of her being was no reason to call her a slut in public. Becky realized that there was a thin line between what society would call unacceptable and what some individuals might call enjoying all that life had to offer.

Becky stared Ed straight in the eye. "You're going to have to apologize to her or I'm leaving right now."

Ed stared at Becky's pert jutting tits, watching them jiggle. His lips were quivering and he began breathing raggedly.

Becky knew she had him over a barrel. The way she had been treating him, she knew he figured he was going to get a fantastic fuck out of her later that night. And now that she was threatening to leave, Ed was just putty in her hands.

"Okay. I-I guess you're right," he said, suddenly very quiet.

Becky knew she had won the battle outright as she felt Ed's cock beginning to get hard again in her fierce grip.

"Now you go over there and say you're sorry." The rest of the people at the bar were watching the drama intently. Cathy lit a cigarette and turned away when she saw Ed approach.

The big man starred down at the floor and shuffled his feet like a naughty little boy. "I guess… I guess I'm sorry," he said.

Cathy puffed slowly on her cigarette, blowing a cloud of smoke into Ed's red face. "Well, I don't know whether to accept or not," she said. "Especially since you're here with that little… that little… piece of… fluff. We're still married, you know. Until the trial tomorrow."

"I know. But if I don't patch things up right now… well… I won't get any…"

"Save your breath, fatso. I had some of her tongue this afternoon and it was hardly worth it. And besides, I know for a fact that you haven't been able to get it up for years." Cathy mashed her cigarette out in the ashtray. "That happens to be why we're getting divorced… in case you forgot already."

"But… honey."

"Don't call me honey, you impotent joke of a man!"

Cathy and Ed were suddenly silent as they heard the insistent tap of Becky's foot behind them. Becky was standing with her arms crossed, shaking her head.

"You two are just acting like a couple of kids." Becky lowered her arms to reveal the succulent shape of her big tits. She tilted her hips to accentuate the delightful curve of her asscheeks through her slinky dress. "I think you should both kiss and make up."

To remind Cathy of their earlier encounter, Becky licked her lips slowly, moving, her crotch around in small circles. Cathy couldn't help noticing Becky's seductive movements. She unconsciously raised a hand to cup one of her tits and began stroking her nipple in response to Becky's flirtatious little dance.

Ed turned his head back and forth quickly as if he were watching a tennis match, his eyes bouncing from tits to tits. His cock began to swell and get rock-hard again. And Cathy couldn't help but notice that, either.

It was as if Becky and Cathy got the same idea at once. They smiled at one another and both slipped an arm under Ed's.

"Yes, I think you're right, dear," Cathy said to Becky. "I think we should let bygones be bygones."

Ed was startled as the two women kissed him at the same time. They watched with delight as his cock lurched and spasmed in his pants. Becky rubbed her tits against Ed's shoulder. Cathy followed suit. Soon, Ed had four massive tits rolling hotly across his upper body. The sex-heat seemed to blast out of their nipples and fill him with new life and energy.

Becky smiled knowingly and winked at Cathy. "I think we should go somewhere and make this a formal apology."

Becky and Cathy all but carried Ed out of the bar. The rest of the patrons had been watching their little show with great interest. When the hot trio began to leave, they were accompanied by rousing applause. Becky and Cathy waved a hearty goodbye as they disappeared through the door and hit the street.

"Ohhhh, Ed! Fuck me harder! Deeper! Aiiieeee, you're killing me with your big prick!"

Becky was flat on her back on the living-room rug, screaming and shrieking with delight as Ed fucked her ferociously. He thrust his gigantic cock into her with tremendous force, bashing into her pussy-mound with each stroke, knocking her whole body a few inches farther toward the bedroom as he savagely fucked her.

Ed still had his vest and shirt on, having hastily thrown Becky to the floor and started fucking her immediately. She tried her best to reach down and pull his shirttails out of the way so she could watch his mammoth cock slamming into her hungry cunt. A spray of fresh pussy-sauce splattered out against his thighs each time his cock forced its way into her squishy cunt. His giant-sized balls slapped against her wet steamy asscrack each time he arched his back and pumped into her.

"Fuck me, you beast! Fuck me harder! Yaaaggghhh!"

Ed continued humping her as hard as he could until they reached the far wall of the living room. A thick line of mashed-down shag carpet led from the front door to the spot where they now furiously fucked. A thin fragrant trail of musky fuck-juices also stained the carpet.

Becky was held fast against the wall, her head butting up against the molding each time Ed fucked into her cunt. A picture directly above her head knocked against the wall each time Ed's hips smashed into her.

Ed's prick felt so big inside her, Becky thought he was going to split her down the middle. But as his fucking motion became faster and faster, as he heaved and moaned, his eyes shut tight in ecstasy and his teeth gritting with lust, Becky matched him stroke for stroke. Whatever pain she felt was quickly changed to pleasure as she struggled to meet each one of Ed's powerful fuck-thrusts. Their bodies collided with bone-shattering force, pussyjuice and pre-cum splashing all over the place. It wasn't long before the carpet was just as drenched and matted down as the curly pubic hairs that covered Becky's red-hot cunt.

Each time Ed thrust his oversized cock into her steaming cunt, it felt like Becky was riding the muzzle of a huge exploding cannon. Intense waves of hot pleasure shot through her body each time her pussy was ruthlessly invaded. Her head continued banging against the wall and she was so involved in the ferocious fucking that she thought the apartment was caving in all around them.