Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

That, along with the churning heat from her juicy pussy, was bound to make the man want more.

It did.

And she gave it to him. Dropping back down was out of the question. She wished she could have fucked herself all out. Simply rise up and the man's rigid prick was just inside her agitated hot cunt mouth, then relax and let gravity do all the work, but she couldn't do it that way.

Her hot cunt was strained to the breaking point. If she let that huge cock surge up and into her pussy, it would rip and tear. She didn't want to bleed to death, even for the fantastic fucking she was getting from his record-breaking-sized cock.

"Keep going. Your hot cunt – I want it all around me! It feels so damned good. You'll never know how I need this!"

She hesitated when she heard his words. How he needed this? She didn't know what to think. Maybe it had to do with his promotion, the tension he was under, the need for release.

Everything worked together to make her want every inch of his huge pussy-pleaser. Veronica realized this was her way of getting back at Stan for robbing her of true sexual fulfillment like he'd been doing.

She'd get her rocks off! And with a stud twice as well hung!

All the gorgeous blonde knew for sure was that she was enjoying the hell out of Karl's huge rigid prick. It felt simply fantastic inside her. She'd never gotten off on sheer size before. A guy with a six-inch cock could do better sometimes than a stud with a bigger rigid prick.

It was all in how well he used it.

But this was too much!

Her guts were burning from the friction and she wasn't even fucking very hard. She speeded up the tempo. The feel of the huge crown working avidly against her juicy twat walls stirred her passions even more. She felt her insides tumbling with lust.

As the huge column of his throbbing prick entered her, her hot cunt lips pulled into a lewd grin. The very mouth of her pussy stretched to the breaking point. Not only was his cock long, it was thick. The girth of his cock was so much that she'd have had to strain to reach around it with her fingers.

He wasn't fucking her with a cock, he was using a telephone pole!

As he fucked all the way into her innermost depths, she let the warmth wash through her. The end of his cock prodded into her softly padded cervix. The most deeply buried part of her hot cunt parted just a little under the prodding of his rigid prick. Then she felt the unmistakable symptoms of a come mounting inside her belly.

Breaths coming faster, she picked up the tempo of the fucking again.

Soon, her cunt was flying up and down around his rigid prick. The fuck fluids flowed so fast now she didn't have to worry about harming herself. So what if the cock came out of her mouth?

She'd just suck on it!

"Can't hang on much longer. Can't, oh, ohhh, shiiiiit!"

She was jolted when the creamy bullet of his jism blasted into her hot cunt. In a moment, she was soaring on the winds of her own come. The orgasm threatened to rip her head off. She wanted to scream out her joy. His cock was driving white-hot into her hot cunt. The fucking pace was furious. The rigid prick flew like a piston as it probed the deepest parts of her pussy.

Then it was over.

She sobbed with the physical and emotional release of her come.

Veronica let the man's cock turn to butter in her twat, then his prick limply flopped out. Gently, she picked it up and kissed the very tip.

That seemed to please him as much as anything she'd done. And she'd done plenty.

Her hot cunt ached more than she'd have thought possible. The thick cock had damned near torn her in half. But it had been worth it. Never again would such a huge prick frighten her. She'd eagerly look for them – but she knew finding one as large as Karl's would be hard.

Sobbing with relief, she sat up. Then her blue eyes widened as she saw Stan in the doorway.

"So this is the work you're doing. I might have guessed after last night. You haven't been that active in bed for a year or longer. He turns you on, huh?"

Veronica didn't know what to say. Her mouth gaped open as she just stared at her husband.

"Stan!" the girl moaned aloud, sure now that the shit had hit the fan.

"This isn't what -"

"What it looks like? Hell, Veronica, I know what's been going on." Stan walked into the room. He seemed strangely calm for someone who'd just found his wife and her boss fucking like rabbits – and enjoying the hell out of it.

"Mr. Hines, this is -"

Stan's hand gesture cut Karl short. "I know what this is. And I've known for a year that something had died in our marriage. So you love him, Veronica?"

Veronica sadly shook her head. She had to be honest with Stan. She didn't love Karl. But she did love the way he fucked. It turned her on in ways she hardly understood.

"I do love you, you know," Stan continued. "And I'm willing to do anything possible to keep you."

"You don't want a divorce?" she stuttered.

"Nope. I want to join you two! Looks like you're having fun. And I want some of that, myself!"

"What?" said the girl, astounded. "You… you're not mad? You're not going to do anything?"

"Except join you," he said. "I want to keep you, Veronica, and if it takes being broad-minded about a little three-way, that's okay by me.

Frankly, I've always wondered what it would be like having another guy fucking you while I was. Seemed sorta kinky. I never mentioned it, but now it seems perfect."

Something clicked inside Veronica. She wanted two cocks in her at one time. The thought was so kinky she was already starting to recover from her shock of seeing Stan – and her hot cunt was dripping its thick love juices in preparation.

"So you boys like what you see?" she teased. She turned, wiggled her pert ass and then strode off around the room. Her tits swayed with her every movement. They weren't gigantic, but they weren't small either.

They were ample sizes to pleasure any man, even a tit-fancier.

She paused, looking back over her shoulder at them. Her eyelids were half-closed as if in anticipation of something incredibly sexy. She motioned to them, then laughed loud and clear at their haste to join her.

"No need to rush, boys. Not unless you're having trouble controlling yourselves."

"Fuck that!"

"Why not fuck me?" she suggested, spreading her legs just a bit wider.

"What do you want, Stan? Front door or back?" Karl obviously couldn't make up his mind.

Stan's cock was paining him. The way it throbbed, he might blow its wad at any instant. He was eager to get it into hot female flesh where he could regain the feelings lost to him in the past year of marriage.

"Been thinking about buggering you, Veronica. What about it? You want my cock cornholing you?"

Veronica looked down and saw Stan's cock pulsating with lust for her.

She nodded. She imagined how great his hard prick would feel up her ass passage. She wanted all that intimate attention.

He wasted no time in sidling up behind her. His hands reached around and gripped her tits. He pulled her back so that his cock firmly entered the deep canyon between her asscheeks. She sighed as his dick worked its way to the bottom of her humid canyon. Veronica totally surrounded his hard prick with her meaty slabs of ass-flesh.

Wiggling her hips slightly gave a twist to his cock that brought a moan of pleasure to his lips.

"Damn, but you're a hot and horny bitch. Lemme… lemme get it in, then you can mount up, Karl."

Karl made a mocking bow as he waited for the other man to stuff his cock all the way up this wanton woman's asshole.

She gasped as the rounded head of his hard prick firmly pressed into her anal muscle. Her anus was a tightly held ring of muscle totally unwilling to let this male invader up her shit chute. The idea of a huge bludgeon of prick up her asshole was out of the question.