Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

Ted lifted his head. He got two big handfuls of tittie and squeezed.

"And you ate her, eh? Ate her pussy while she ate you out again… sucked up all that juice from with myself for more than a year and when I had my finger poked way up there I'd think of some guy at school… some old guy, a senior. One especially… Brad. He became my masturbation fantasy. He was eighteen… handsome, smart… great at athletics. Brad was always surrounded with so many girls and buddies. But let as close to him in the cafeteria as I could get. I dressed as sexy as I could get by with – just for Brad. And he finally began to notice me."

"Yet, I bet. And about a dozen others."

"I don't know." Janet's eyes remained closed. "Brad was my first love and I don't care what you think… when I truly love a person, no one else exists for me."

"Never mind about that, bitch. Just get to the fucking… the cocks… I wonder if you could count up how many cocks have been in you… Brad was the first one, oh?"

"There finally came a night… I was naked on the bed… trembling. He whispered something and he got naked and I saw his cock hard. It scared me just for a moment but he was at me so fast. Most young guys do it so fast sometimes like they haven't a moment to loss or like you'll get away from them if they don't hurry. And I felt his cock go into me and it didn't hurt. I'd prepared for it I guess… all those months of masturbation… I'd broken my hymen. He fucked me fast and I felt something fantastic about to happen to me but he stopped before it could quite happen. He pulled his cock out and I whimpered, wanting it back in. He said, wow, or something like that and said he was glad I wasn't a virgin. Anyway he promised he'd come back next night at midnight. And next night at midnight he was there again… hot… fucking fast and hard and that fantastic something was about to happen again but didn't. He got off me, but this time I begged him to stay. He laughed and said something like, you're really hot… never knew a girl liked it so much. I played with his prick. It felt so slick and warm and it didn't take much to get it stiff as a board again. He slammed it into me again and started fucking… so fast again. I felt it building up… up… up. It was going to happen this time. I was sure of it! But then he rolled away from me and my pussy had never felt so empty."

"He came to see me nearly every night for two weeks and I thought about him all the time. And I masturbated every night when he left me. Then one night he said somebody was waiting out in the car… somebody he wanted to send in."

"I lay hot and eager and also a little scared, wondering who this friend of Brad's would be. Someone at school? But nothing could have surprised me more then seeing the person who walked into my room five minutes later… walked into my room so casually, as if he'd been there dozens of times. It was Brad's father – the high-school coach – Mac Saunders."

Janet took a couple of sips from her drink, remembering that night.

"This Mac Saunders must have been – what – forty years old?"

"Thirty eight."

"A thirty-eight year old man!" Ted said contemptuously. "How big was his cock? Did he have a big cock for – that tender young pussy of yours?"

"Size doesn't mean anything."

"Was it bigger than mine?"

Janet looked at her husband's cock. It was hard and twitching. So beautiful. She reached out for it.

"Ted…"

He pushed her hand away.

"Behave yourself," he said. "Or do you want some more of that belt?"

She stared at the wall, her vision blurred. She felt the sharp sting of his slap across her left cheek.

"Look at me!" he snapped.

She sighed wearily and looked at his handsome cold face.

"Go on with the story," he said.

Janet closed her eyes again. "He was so – marvelous… Mac Saunders," she said dreamily.

"Don't get high falutin', bitch," Ted said, brushing his hand teasingly across Janet's snatch.

"I want to know how he made that twat of yours feel."

Just that light touch of Ted's hand on her pussy drove Janet mad. But she kept her eyes closed, and she could not control the tremor in her voice.

"That night was the first time I ever felt lips and a tongue at my pussy. It was a shock at first – when Mac Saunders lowered his head down between my legs. But the touch of his mouth on my cunt sent pleasure all over me. He sucked my cunt. It didn't occur to me then that he was sucking out the cum his son had just shot into me. His lips drove me wild. I felt his tongue way up in me, swirling 'round, and on my clit. It was happening… God, was it ever happening! He kept eating me and eating me and jt happened again. And he wasn't finished yet. He towered over me and I saw my pussy-juice dripping from his chin. He fondled my titties as his cock slid slowly into me. He fucked me slow, then fast… then slow again. And it happened again and again. It just wouldn't stop happening. He was laughing… kissing me… kissing my breasts… and fucking so everlastingly."

Janet breathed heavily at the memory. Suddenly Ted shoved two fingers into her pussy. She gasped and squirmed. She moaned. With a cruel short laugh Ted pulled his fingers from the clinging lips of her cunt.

"[missing text] old man," Ted said, milking Janet's breasts hard again.

"No. I never saw Brad again after that night. He went into the Navy a couple of days later. That was why he had brought over his father – to take his place. Mac Saunders came over nearly every midnight and we screwed for hours and he couldn't pt enough of eating my posy. I was so proud to have such a handsome for a lover. A full grown man… a high-school coach. I wanted to hurry and get older. But in the fall he transferred to another school in another town and I never saw him again either."

"Bet you weren't lonesome for long." Ted twisted one of Janet's tits sharply.

Janet gasped, arching her back, opening her eyes.

"Mac Saunders taught you a lot, eh?" He actually twisted the other tittie.

"Yes… he showed me how to suck cock," Janet gasped as Ted twisted both big boobs at the same time.

"Bet you loved that, bitch," Ted said, squeezing harder.

"I loved pleasing a man that way – pleasing someone I cared for."

"And you cared for so may," Ted sneered.

"I never played around," Janet said softly, surrendering herself to the rough play of Ted's hands on her breasts. "I was true to each one in turn."

"Auggg!" Janet gasped.

Ted waved the two fingers in Janet's face.

"Lick 'em!" he snapped.

Janet licked his fingers clean of her pussy-juice. Ted grabbed her big tits again. He began to manipulate them as if he were milking them.

"His cock felt good in that young pussy of yours, eh," he said huskily. "He really knew how to pump it to you… How many times did he shoot off? Bet that hot cunt of yours really drove him wild."

"He came inside me. I could feel it – so warm. He ate it out of me… sucked it out of my pussy… kept on eating. I didn't want it to ever stop happening… even though I was beginning to feel a little tender down there. He put his cock into me again… Ohhhhh!"

Ted had shoved two fingers into her pussy again and was twirling them around.

"He – ohhh – he must have fucked me for at least half an hour… I don't know how many times I came. Then we dozed off to sleep. He woke me up eating my pussy again. My tits were swollen. My twat wanted to feel his cock in me again. Then it was there – his stiff prick, tilling me wonderfully, and he sucked my tits… fucked til dawn. And it seems to me now that we both shot off just as the room was getting light." She whimpered as Ted pulled his fingers from her twat.

"So then you had two of them – the kid and his anything that might happen." If I please him, maybe he'll love me, her drunken mind told her.