Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

The fuck seemed timeless… forever and ever.

"Jimmy, Jimmy," she whispered, arching her back, running her fingers through his hair.

He rolled his hips in wider arcs and she began to squeal around his tongue thrust deep in her mouth.

She stared up at him, at the handsome face, the voluptuous smile, the thick black hair. Stared up at him, her head lifted up from the pillow, stared with wild, searching eyes… eyes searching for what? While he fucked hard with lusty gusto – her cunt hungry for his cock, relishing every hard inch of it with juicy caresses – her eyes searched for something more.

He fucked harder. Her legs were high and spread. She heard his balls slap loudly against her soft flesh. She could hear the swooshy sound his cock made deep in her pussy. Ohhhhhh, she was there! She tried to speak, tried to cry, "Fuck me harder!" But all she could do was scream as he slammed all his prick into at her.

He had not quite made it with her. Now maybe he would fuck her to another orgasm. But no. Suddenly his cock pulled from the clinging lips of her pussy. And she saw the glistening meaty head point towards her. She whimpered. And at that moment heavy spurts of his hot creamy cum shot onto her tits.

"Ummm," she moaned. That felt so delicious. Hot juice of cockmeat on her snowy breasts.

He laughed softly, molding her breasts, scooping up some of his cum and delicately bathing her rigid tits with it.

"I told you I'd have plenty left," he said huskily. Then he leaned forward to whisper into her car. "I told you I was oversexed."

He laved one of her cum-drenched breasts with the flat of his tongue. He sucked at the hard sticky nipple. When the tit slid from his mouth, she turned her shoulder slightly to offer him her other breast. But instead his tongue slid down to her belly button… down to her pussy.

He teased her till she was in agony. His tongue swirled around just at the edge of her pussy mound. She squirmed, her pussy hot and itchy.

He began lapping his tongue back up towards her belly button. Her fingers clutched it the test. He wrapped his lips around the lard nipple she had offered him before and sucked deeply at it. She felt his cock against her cunt mound. He rolled his hips in a tiny circle to show her how hot and hard his cock was.

"Damn it!" she said in a raspy whisper.

He laughed again and slid his dick into her pussy. Her loud moan told him that the teasing wait had been worth it.

"Lift your legs," he said.

She lifted her silken legs high into the air. His shoulders braced her heels.

"Can't move, eh?" he said.

"Not very much," she said breathlessly.

Her heels pressed firmly into the hard flesh of his shoulders. She could hardly move at all now. And she didn't want to. The tip of his cock was forced deeper into her… stimulating wonderful vaginal sensations.

He jerked his pelvis back, dragging his hot cock through richly secreting cuntflesh. And he slammed forward to drive his meat into her hot cunt.

Janet surrendered to the savage power of his deep-thrusting hard cock. Her pussy was impaled on his potent, hard, demanding cock. Surrendered to the ramming prick. Her big tits rising, nipples taut.

And the rich reward was an intense, deep vaginal orgasm. A ragged cry tore from her throat. Her imprisoned body convulsed. Jimmy moaned – gloating, perhaps, at his male power.

She rolled her head from side to side. His hard-driving dick was sheer exquisite torment to her now. His hips moved like a powerful piston, slamming his swollen hard cockmeat deep, deeper into her vagina… prickling fresh nerve-ends.

Her scream was sharp, shrill. He answered it with a lusty laugh.

She gripped his dick as hard as she could with her vaginal muscles. But his meaty cockhead drove right through, plunging into her juicy pussy. She felt dizzy, almost delirious. Her strength waned and she relaxed the grip around his cock.

"Yeah," he gasped.

His cock throbbed against the walls of her cunt, swelling to a greater size than it had ever been. His male power ignited the fire in her pussy again. Feverishly she began contracting and relaxing every pussy-muscle. Her body twitched, and wild, obscene words flowed from her lips. His deep laughter seemed to come from a long way off.

Giddily she imagined herself forever exploding in frenzied orgasm… contracting around his hot cock, expanding to explode again and again.

"Okay," he said hoarsely. The word sounded final. She whimpered. She could feel his body grow hotter, feel a new surge of strength gather in his loins for that final lunge. She screamed shrilly above his sharp, brief moan. Heavy spurts of cock-juice jetted against her womb.

She thought she was going to faint.

He loosened his arms from around her legs. His body twitched. She grasped his buttocks, pulling him tight to her. He moaned again and she found the strength to laugh throatily with fulfilled exaltation. She lowered her legs while his exhausted body lay flat atop her.

His cock twitched while it became slowly soft – creating a glowing, prickly sensation in her pussy. She cradled his head on her breasts. She ran her fingers gently through his hair.

"I wish you weren't such a bastard," she said.

"Afraid you might be falling, oh?" He sounded almost bored.

"God no!" she said vehemently.

He rolled away from her with a quick, sudden movement. Janet could not hold back the flustered little whimper that escaped her lips when his meat pulled from the snug caress of her pussy-lips.

"I'm hungry," he said. "Let's go out to dinner. Or would you rather just stay here. You'd like to be very domestic and cook something just for the two of us and we'd screw all night."

"The screwing's all I'd be interested in," she said.

And with determination she got up off the bed. His dry chuckle followed her all the way into the bathroom.

"You seemed to be getting along pretty well with our Miss Blake," Jimmy said over coffee when they finished dinner in the Italian restaurant on North Beach. "Did she make a pass at you?"

"I suppose," Janet shrugged. "Half-assed." Jimmy stand at her a long moment. "Wanna go back to the apartment with me and spend the night?"

God, how she wanted to! But she girded all her strength and said, "No."

"No?"

"I got myself into an impossible situation once. I don't intend to make the same mistake twice."

"Falling in love you mean? But I thought your only interest in me was the way I fuck."

He was laughing at her.

"I'm not falling in love with you," Janet said vehemently.

"Then let's go back to the apartment and screw. Sometimes I get in these moods that amaze even me. My prick just doesn't want to stay down. I'll fuck you till dawn. What d'ya say?"

"Damn it Jimmy, take me home," she said, getting to her feet.

And she didn't understand why her eyes were suddenly filled with angry, blinding tears.

It took a long time for her to drive out to Sue's place beyond Twin Peaks. But they didn't speak during the whole trip. He parked in front of the dark, two-story house. Kris was still at that commune. And Sue and David had joined him there.

"Good night, Jimmy," she said quietly, wondering if he was going to show her to the door. She hoped he wouldn't. She might weaken.

Suddenly he took hold of her hand roughly and moved it to his crotch. He had freed his cock from his trousers. It was hard.

"You don't wanna leave that, do you?"

"Let go of my hand," she said firmly.

"Suck it for me," he said tensely. "Go down on it!"

Her heart beat faster. But she had herself well under control. She was determined to make him suffer.

"Good night," she said resolutely.

He let go of her hand. She was surprised he had not been more persistent. And a little disappointed too? She opened the car door. He stayed where he was, not offering to walk her to the house. She walked up the sidewalk, listening for the sound of him driving away.