Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

At last she found the strength to sit up in bed. She was alone. She saw the note on the bedside table.

How'd you like the wedding night?

That was all the note said. She shuddered. She moved like a sleepwalker… taking aspirin… drinking three big glasses of water.

When she finished bathing, she examined her body in the full-length mirror.

Her body was net as marked up as she feared it would be. Ted perhaps knew how to avoid inflicting long lasting marks. There was no evidence that a belt had been used on her back and buttocks. There were a couple of hickeys on her throat. And she noticed a thin red stripe on each of her tits. But those would no doubt fade in a day or two.

The ringing of the phone startled her. She answered it. She knew who it would be.

"Hello, sweetheart," Ted said. The tone was teasing, he was laughing at her.

She heard traffic noises in the background. He was phoning from, a booth. It must be noon already and he was on his lunch hour.

"I wake you up?"

"No… Stay away from me."

He laughed. She started to hang up, but she couldn't seem to find the strength.

"I've got a hard-on just thinking about last night," he said. "Be ready for me when I get home. Maybe we won't even bother to stop for dinner."

Fierce anger brought her to life. She trembled. But rage made her bold.

"I won't be here," she said, her voice amazingly controlled. "You can have the furniture – everything. None of it was really mine anyway."

"You'll be there," he said, self-assured.

"Good-bye, Ted!"

She packed quietly. She only had forty dollars. But that was more than enough to buy a ticket to San Francisco.

Sue lived in San Francisco. She had married a guy named David Mason. She'd written Janet several times, inviting her to stay with them, explaining that they had plenty of room. Janet would stay with Sue and David til she found a job.

Sue was as beautiful as Janet remembered her. She lived in a big two story house. She met Janet at the door stark naked. Janet wondered if she had interrupted Sue and David making love. But Sue explained airily that she and David were nudists and that David was at work. Four other people lived in the house – two lesbians who were dancers on North Beach, and a young hippie couple.

Sue got the whole story out of Janet. It was such a relief to talk about it. But all the time she talked Janet could not keep her eyes from straying over the perfect beauty of Sue's body – the voluptuous curves, the full breasts, the dark tangled hairs of Sue's pussy. Their eyes met.

"Darling…" Sue's voice was husky, compelling. She spread her legs. "Won't you? Darling? Like old times?"

She sat in a beanbag chair. Mesmerized, Janet scooted over on her knees to Sue. Her eyes did not stray from between Sue's long shapely legs. She placed a hand on each of Sue's knees. And she dipped her head down, extending her tongue to lap at the downy cunthairs.

She heard Sue's long sigh.

With slow thoroughness she tongue-bathed the furry hot box until she tasted the spicy, womanly juices from deep inside her succulent cunt. She fingered Sue's pussy lips. Then she pried them apart. Sue's clitoris twitched excitedly. It was larger than Janet's. And the inner cuntlips were larger too.

She nudged Sue's clit. Then slowly she moved the tip of her tongue around the pink pussy lips.

Sue sighed heavily again and whispered, "Darling."

Janet's pussy burned and she knew that her panties were damp with her juices. Sue's hand tried to dig inside Janet's blouse.

"Get undressed, darling," Sue whispered. "Shall I undress you?"

"It's all right?" Janet asked breathlessly. "I mean…"

"We're the only two people in the world," Sue answered.

Sue made no effort remove from where she sat in the beanbag chair. So Janet stood and slowly undressed for her. Sue moaned appreciatively when Janet exposed the creamy mounds of her breasts to her.

Sue's awe-inspired eyes traveled over each inch of Janet's exposed flesh. Janet's tits were hard, rigid. Her cunt dripped with hot juices.

Weakly she sank down onto the mat. In seconds Sue was with her, lying atop her. Their cunts ground together. Sue's cunthairs were sticky and stiff now excitingly prickly.

Sue dipped her head down and sucked on one of Janet's pointed pink tits, as if she had been hungry for them ever since Janet exposed those big boobs to her. She fondled the other big breast while she sucked at the tit. Janet's body tingled from head to toe.

She felt Sue's long black hair glide down her torso, felt the busy tongue on her smooth flesh, working slowly, slowly – down. The tongue swirled around her belly button. Janet's hands clawed at the air. God, if Sue's lips didn't reach her pussy soon she would have to plunge her own finger into it.

"Ah!" she sighed heavily with relief when she felt Sue's mouth on her cunt mound.

Sue munched delicately at Janet's pussy. She pried the lips apart and slid her tongue straight up the tapering hale. Janet squealed and she was sure she could be heard all over the house. Sue's tongue licked her clit.

Janet's head rolled from side to side. She pinched her tits, squealing, giggling.

"Give me your pussy!" Janet cried out in a strangled raspy tone.

Next thing she knew she was staring up at Sue's black muff. It lowered to within reach of her tongue. Sue had turned atop her to the sixty-nine position. Her face had already lowered to Janet's cunt again.

Janet felt, smelled, the hot female juices. Her tongue pried apart Sue's cunt-crack until the gooey, blood-swollen lips were turned back, revealing the shiny pink insides. Juices flowed across Janet's tongue, warm and spicy. She sucked, savoring the rich flavor. The membranes were slick beneath her tongue. And oozing with rich sap.

Janet's lips smacked. The savory cuntjuice flowed on Janet's lips.

She heard the muffled moan between her legs. God, Sue was coming! She felt the body convulse.

She grabbed hold of Sue's quivering, silken buttocks, pulling her down so that Sue's cunt was flat against her face. Her tongue speared deeper into Sue's oozing pussy.

Sue's moans were deep, fierce. And she passionately lapped at the slit of Janet's box which Sue's quivering fingers pried wide apart. Her saliva dripped onto the sticky cunthairs.

With a new surge of strength Janet squeezed Sue's buttocks harder, pulling her cunt even tighter to her mouth. She lapped up succulent juices as deep as her tongue could dig. She tongue-fucked.

She began to giggle hysterically – her saliva dripping tongue still busy at Janet's oozing box. The giggles became a piercing scream. And she opened her mouth wide and clamped it around the bushy mound, biting the meaty flesh gently. Her pussylips constricted, imprisoning Janet's sharp tongue deep in her pulsating, gushy hole.

Then with a heavy sigh she opened her legs and freed Janet's tongue to lap richer juices. And dug her tongue deep into Janet's tapering hole.

Janet held tight to Sue's silken buttocks and moved her hips wildly up and down. She felt Sue's sharp tongue dig deeply between the clinging walls of her dripping cunt with each upward thrust of her hips.

Her vision began to cloud. The taste, the smell of Sue's cunt was richer than ever. She squealed. Sue was sucking, eating her dry. The syrupy juices flooded Janet's throat. Her nostrils flared from the delicious, overpowering smell of pussy.

She moved her hips faster up and down. No, she wasn't dry yet! She felt fresh juices flow, bathing Sue's fierce tongue, feeding Sue's hungry mouth.

The orgasm was endless. She bucked her hips up and down harder, faster, crying out again and again around the sticky hairy mound flat against her face.