Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

"Enough!" he said with a helpless little laugh as he pulled his dripping cock out of her pussy.

Janet whimpered in frustration. But Sue's mouth was on her cunt at once, sucking put all the cum David had shot there, lapping up the juices that flowed from Janet's cunt-walls. And she flopped around to feed Janet her pussy too. David watched as the two women ate each other. They made delicious succulent noises as they sucked and tongued each other's pussy.

Janet could see that David had begun to beat his meat. Then her body began to tingle with orgasm and she became engrossed in Sue's cunt. With muffled squeals they shot off simultaneously.

David had a massive hard-on. He took his hand away from his cock to show it to Janet. It bobbed heavily. Janet got onto her knees, staring at the shiny head. Voraciously her lips moved down onto the hot stiff meat to the root. Sue got in back of her husband, pried his buttocks apart and began tonguing his anus.

"Jee-sus!" David gasped.

"He's hot as a pistol," Janet heard Sue's husky voice. Janet's lips were right down to the root of David's cock, her nose poked into the pubes. "What say we take advantage of it, Janet honey. When he's like this, he's the best pussy-eater in the world!"

Janet chuckled, the cock down her throat. She moved her lips up to the tip, tonguing the shaft along the way. She could feel David's body shiver.

"Well get back to going this later," Sue said. "What d'ya say, tiger?" She kissed one of David's ass-cheeks.

"Okay gals, it's a deal," David said thickly.

Giggling like a high-school girl, Janet fell back onto the mat. And Sue fell down beside her. Janet's left leg became entangled with Sue's right one. Both women arched their backs – offering up their hot boxes to David's eager lips and tongue.

His face dove down onto Janet's pussy first. His tongue speared deep into her into her hole, licking her clit en route. He sucked and kept swirling his tongue around in the juicy inside. She could feel Sue's hot body writhing, her heated pussy aching for some of the same action.

David pressed his face against his wife's succulent cunt. Janet lay whimpering softly until she felt his wonderful tongue in her pussy again… felt his munching, pussy-eating lips.

"Eat it, lover!" Sue husked. "Now mine, lover!"

David's face moved fast from cunt to cunt – hot lips and tongue lapping, sucking, munching. Janet climaxed. And she was able to ready herself for another one while David deftly took good care of his wife. The hot-boxed women flooded his mouth with their sticky, delicious pussy-juices.

And he started all over again, face flying fast from cunt to cunt… pussy-eating each in turn. His chin dripped with their juices. He kissed his wife passionately. And she licked away the pussy-juice from his chin.

"Remember your promise," he said thickly.

"Sure thing, lover," Sue said. "Come on, Janet. Let's take care of this man."

It seemed to Janet that David's cock was hotter and stiffer than ever when she took it back into her mouth. It seemed to throb against the sides of her throat when she buried it deep. Sue was back there again, tonguing his anus, sucking and licking. His moans were wild and ragged. Janet fucked fast and deep on his dick. But as he built towards climax, she held back and teased him with just a feathery touch of her tongue. Sue lapped lightly at his asshole, glided her tongue along the thick cord behind his scrotum.

"Ohhhh." David's moan was intense, drawn-out. Such sweet torture – the women's tongue delaying the explosion a few moments more. "Oh Jesus. Jesus. Jesus!"

Janet licked away the sticky pre-cum at the slit of the head. She tongued ever so lightly, just the tip of her tongue at the sensitive area behind the head. Sue traced a circle with her tongue around his puckered anus. David moaned. The two women chuckled. Their tongues worked him to an even more frenzied pitch. He could no longer stand many more seconds of the tantalizing tongues that would not allow the hot flow of release. His body trembled.

Sue dug her tongue deep into his anus and swirled it around.

Janet sucked down to the base of his cock. She heard his ragged pap. She quickly worked her lip back up to the head, swirling her tongue around the shaft. Then to the root spin. His cock began to swell. David cried out. His wife was spearing her tongue in his anus. Janet's tongue swirled around his cockshaft. He cried out again.

Janet felt heavy spurts of cum strike the back of her throat. She sucked him dry while Sue's tongue worked in little circles just inside his puckered anus.

"Jesus," David whispered.

Then they were still.

Janet was dead on her feet when she came in from job hunting next day. She had filled out an endless number of application blanks.

David and Sue tried to talk her into going to a party with them. But Janet insisted on staying home and going to bed early. She fell into a heavy sleep shortly after nine. But sometime during the night she awoke to a pleasant sensation. The room was dark, but she was aware of David and Sue working on her cunt.

When she came, she sighed softly and turned over onto her side. She was dimly aware that Sue and David were making love, and she sighed again contentedly and dropped back into the black, heavy sleep.

Harry Owens was a fleshy, pleasant middle-aged man with short-cropped hair and horn-rimmed glasses. He was the Personnel Manager for Adams and Carpenter, Public Relations – Advertising – Publicity – Promotions. Janet had been referred to him by the first employment office she had visited that second morning of job hunting.

He gave Janet a brief battery of tests and told her to check back after lunch for the results.

When she returned at one o'clock, Harry Owens stood up to shake her hand.

"Can you be ready to start work Monday morning in the typing pool?"

"I could, begin tomorrow morning," Janet said breathlessly.

"Monday will be quite soon enough," Owens said with a satisfied chuckle.

David and Sue were gone when Janet woke up Saturday morning.

She lazed around all morning, relishing the peace and quiet. Stella and Irene, the two lesbian dancers, came downstairs around two o'clock. Janet sat at the kitchen table while they stirred up some food. They were both naked as usual and Janet admired their fine, firm bodies. But she felt no passion for either of them.

Stella made a pass at her which Janet good-naturedly rebuffed. Stella wasn't offended and Irene didn't seem to mind that the pass had been made in front of her. Maybe Stella meant it to be a threesome.

When Janet was alone again, Kris ambled into the room. He, too, was naked as usual.

"Hi ya," he said.

Janet looked up at him and said, hello. It was the first time she had ever seen him without Betsy hanging onto his arm. She watched as he walked over to the cabinet, his big cock bobbing back and forth. Christ, that cock of his was at least nine inches long, and thick.

He found a half-empty bottle of red wine in the cabinet and a glass.

"Want some?" he asked.

She tore her eyes from his cock and looked up at his face. She noted that he had beautiful brown eyes.

"Thanks."

He held out the glass to her. He got another glass for himself. He leaned against the sink.

"Where's Betsy?" Janet asked.

"She's at some kind of protest or something. She's just a kid but she's very political."

"She's older than you are, isn't she?" Janet smiled.

"She's eighteen. I'm twenty." He stared at her a moment, or rather studied her, until Janet felt uncomfortable. "You like to give head?" he asked.

"What?"

"Would you suck my cock?" he asked politely in the same tone of voice he might use to say, "would you please pass the salt."