Carl Ross - Hot lips secretary

She let her eyes race through her own words, just skimming to see if they printed it all. She knew the words almost by heart. And then there was Aunt Sanders' reply!

It said: "Dear S: Swallowing cum is a strictly personal decision. You can do it anytime the spirit moves you. The first date can be as good as the last. No one can give you a yes-or-no answer on such a vital question. As for getting pregnant, tell your girlfriend her brain must be smeared with alligator shit. Any sane person has to know there's no way you can get pregnant by swallowing a load. Maybe through your pussy lips, but never through your mouth lips, so suck away and enjoy. If your guy thinks you're too easy because you swallow his starch on the first date, let him fly, sweetie. Get yourself some others who make more sense. With your obvious interest in sucking cock, that shouldn't be hard to do at all, if you'll pardon the pun. Incidentally, how old is your girlfriend… 85? Yours for bigger and better ones tomorrow, Aunt Sanders."

Susan was overjoyed! Aunt Sanders had more or less vindicated her, and had even suggested she go out and find some new pricks to suck off. What a fantastic suggestion!

She couldn't wait to call Nancy and tell her the good news. Nancy would be glad to know for sure that sucking and swallowing jism is as safe as the pill, as far as getting pregnant was concerned.

Susan popped into the phone booth and dialed Nancy. "You don't have to worry anymore about me getting pregnant," she said. "Aunt Sanders says there's no way you can get knocked up that way. She even advised me to find other boys who might like me swallowing theirs, and not to worry if Ronnie doesn't call. What do you think of all that? I'm so excited I don't know what to do!"

"You might start by sucking off Kenny Pearson, the cute football player at Bradford High," she said. "The word is that being sucked off is all he thinks about."

"Really? That sounds interesting," Susan replied. But she didn't even know Kenny Pearson, except by reputation, and he was a big wheel on every girl's list of targets. Susan was a quiet, sort of bashful girl that not many of the football stars really paid much attention to. She didn't know how she could ever get him to take her out, much less let her get into his fly.

"Well, I've got to go now," Susan said. "I just wanted you to be first to know the good news. See you tonight at the dance."

The weekly teen dances at the community center usually drew most of the kids from all the schools in the area. Undoubtedly, Ken would be there, but she'd never danced with him, and she doubted he even, knew she existed.

This week, though, since she'd been told that Ken liked to be sucked off, she was going to try everything she could think of to get him to notice her.

As luck would have it, she arrived early and stood near the door, waiting for Nancy to arrive. There were very few kids there yet, and the band was just playing its first set.

When she looked up to see who was coming in, there was none other than Kenny and three of his buddies from Bradford… all football players. He was looking right at her! She was standing there all alone, with nobody else around, so he couldn't help but notice her.

"Hi, good-lookin'," he said. "How come you're all alone? Anybody as cute as you should be locked up and never let out."

"I'm just waiting for toy girlfriend," Susan replied, so nervous she could hardly get the words out. "She should be here soon."

"Why don't you guys wait here for her girlfriend," he said. "This little lady and I have some things to talk about outside, don't we honey?"

He put his arm around her waist and started walking her to the door. "What's your name, baby?" he said.

Susan felt herself moving with him, not able to protest. She was in a trance, not able to protest, not wanting to, not caring whether she met Nancy or not.

"Whe… where are you taking me?" she said, her voice all shaky and brittle.

"Oh, I just thought we'd go out to my car and sit and listen to the tape deck for a while and get to know each other better," he said, flashing her his big smile.

Kenny Pearson was a dream of a boy. He stood almost six feet, two, had wavy, blond hair that fell into place beautifully. Susan longed to run her fingers through it.

He had broad shoulders, and a build that just wouldn't quit. He had been all-state offensive tackle last year, and the word was that more than two dozen colleges were after him to play football for them.

He was handsome as hell besides. His eyes were a deep, sparkling blue, and he had perfectly brilliant white teeth, all even and movie-star shiny. His face was lean and long and his chin was squared off with a deep dimple in it.

When he smiled, Susan melted… from the pussy up.

She felt the wetness well up in her crotch as she walked with him across the parking lot to his car. His arm was around her waist and her tit brushed hard against his chest. She pushed it as much as she dared to without making it look obvious.

When they got to his car she found that it was not a car at all, but a van! Oh, boy, she thought. Maybe he'll take me in the back and I'll really get acquainted with him the way I want to.

They got in and sat on the bucket seats, and Kenny turned on the tape deck. "Anything special you like to listen to?" he asked.

"No, just anything with a beat," she said, her eyes straying to Kenny's crotch. She noticed that he had a bulge there that looked as if a small watermelon was hidden in his shorts.

It made her tingle all over. She could almost feel the hardness, and wanted to reach right over and take it out for him. She fought, to control her anxiety and clasped her hands primly in her lap. She had to… to keep her fingers from fidgeting.

"I haven't seen you around before, have I?" Ken asked. "I come here all the time, and I usually notice all the good-looking girls, and the well-built ones!"

"Yeah, I come," she said, "but I guess I just don't make much noise."

"Well, you're sure makin' it tonight, baby!" he said, eyeing her tits, and the tight, straining blouse she was wearing. It was unbuttoned down so far he could see all that deep cleavage and the mounding are of her soft tits, and it almost made him drool.

If he only knew that I dressed tonight just for him, she thought. She had gone to the dance thinking only of Kenny, but not really thinking he'd notice her. Now here she was with him in his van, still early in the evening, and she made up her mind he wasn't going to get away from her until she felt his hard cock deep inside her hot mouth!

"You mean this blouse?" she said, smiling. "Oh, it's just something I had in the drawer and decided to wear it once more before I threw it out."

"Throw it out?" he said. "Don't ever throw it out, sweetheart! It makes you look like a movie star, for God's sake! It shows off your best parts… and you've got same damned nice parts!"

He reached over and ran his hand idly over one of her big soft tits, and squeezed her blouse gently. Then he bent his head down, when he saw that Susan didn't object, and ran his tongue up and down that sweet, deep crack between her huge tits.

She felt a wave of blissfully radiant ecstasy sweep over her body as she felt his warm tongue caressing her tits. It swirled up through her like a warm, gentle wind encircling her tits, and set her mind on fire. It made her cunt churn and the juices began to flow from her in a soft, steady stream.

"Oh, Kenny, that feels so good," she moaned. "Please don't stop. Your mouth is like something I've always wanted. I've never felt like this before."

Since he didn't know her, there was no way he could know that she'd fucked Ronnie Ferguson. She wanted to make him think he was the first boy who ever touched her or got close to that lovely body of hers.