Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

He found the throbbing button of nipple. His lips worked magic on it.

He finally sucked her nipple into his mouth. Using his teeth, he stimulated it until it grew to almost twice the size it had been.

Instead of a tiny mushroom trembling with life, he now had a tiny finger pressing hotly into the tip of his tongue.

He'd show her she wasn't the only one who knew how to use her teeth to excite and thrill.

"God, Stan, God! I feel it all the way down into my chest. I'm on fire!

I'm burning up inside! Fuck me, go on and stuff that big cock of yours all the way up my cunt and fuck meeeee!"

She used all the words she had thought were dirty. They sent lightning bolts of desire along every nerve. She almost came just saying them.

Almost. To really come she would need that prick of his driving hard and trying to split her apart all the way to the chin.

This was the best their fucking had been in a year – maybe longer. She was getting into the fantasy of this being their wedding night. She was actually responding powerfully to Stan, as powerfully as she had on her real wedding night!

Trembling hands reached down for the pulsating pillar of his prick. The nearness of a hard and eager cock was almost more than she could stand.

Stan's tongue danced lightly all over her tits and made her acutely aware of her own body.

"Give it all to me!" she demanded. "Your cock! This!"

She jerked hard at his fuck stick to let him know what she wanted and where she wanted it. Her legs drifted wantonly wide to give him the full area of her cunt to drive his cock into.

He straightened from his delectable task of gobbling her tits and looked down. He gasped at the sight of her milky white thighs so widely parted – and all for him!

She held his prick in a vise-like grip. He wasn't going to escape, even if he had been stupid enough to want to try. Her ass was crushed into the carpet beneath, stimulating her more than she would have thought possible. Wild thoughts flashed through his lust-dazed mind. Fucking on the carpet wasn't a good thing. It might spot the rug.

Her impassioned cry snapped him back to the business at hand.

"Stan, dammit, fuck meeee!"

"Huh?"

She pulled painfully hard at his cock to guide him toward the wet lips of her pussy. They were like the gates of heaven to him. Both he and the passionate blonde young woman groaned loudly as the very tip of his prick touched her wet, pink, trembly pussy lips. He wanted to plunge in balls deep, but he didn't. He restrained himself. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

While he was enjoying the nearness of her aroused body, the young girl was about ready to explode inside. She could feel the heat of his cock adding to the carnal heat boiling out from her seething pussy. Her entire cunt was on the verge of convulsing with orgasm. But it needed the delightful trigger of his cock fucking her.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He couldn't escape her now! This action pulled the purpled knob of his cock hard into her sopping wet cunt. His cock sank in just an inch, but it felt as if a burning hot poker had been jabbed into her soft, vulnerable cunt flesh.

"God, Stan, I need this soooo!"

"And I need you!" he exclaimed.

He reached under her body and cupped the smoothly curving moons of her asscheeks in each hand. Lifting, he was in a better position to drive his throbbing prick all the way into her lewdly splayed, blonde-furred cunt.

He sank all the way to the hilt in her seething morass of wet pussy. He felt his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass. He squeezed down hard on her asscheeks and twisted her from side to side. It took all his control to keep from coming. He was totally surrounded by wanton female flesh. The hot sheath of her cunt gripped and pulled and squeezed on his cock as he moved slowly inside her.

She gasped in the throes of ecstasy. This was what she had been needing all day long. The waiting for the ceremony had been an illicit thrill, but it hadn't really sated her intense desires. The long ceremony and reception had made her hot to fuck. And now his cock filled her to overflowing. This was the payoff. Her tender cunt walls struggled to expand to take the huge girth of his prick. For a moment, she was positive he'd rip her apart, then she felt her pussy expanding to accommodate the pulsating wand of hard cockflesh inside her cunt.

She demanded more. "Fuck harder! Deeper! I want to feel every goddamn inch of your prick fucking meeeee!"

"Not so loud," he panted. "The damn nosy neighbors'll have the cops down on our asses if you keep shouting like that."

"I can't help shouting. What else should I do with such a huge cock shoved all the way up my poor little cunt? I want to feel it fucking my pussy. Give it to me till I beg for you to stop – and then fuck me even harder!"

Speaking those words got to the blonde young woman. She glowed whitehot inside. She could sense Stan's prick twitching and dancing around in her tight cunt. The girl began tensing and relaxing her muscles to give his hidden cock a massage he wouldn't soon forget.

"Ummmm, shit!" he moaned.

And then his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. She felt his cock slip backwards, struggling against the pressure she exerted with her cunt walls. The friction of that retreat started tiny fires of desire all along her slippery fuck tunnel. Her love oils finally betrayed her and he slid out until only the thick, bulbous head of his prick remained inside her hot pussy lips.

Then he slammed his prick back in as hard as he could. Their crotches mashed together. She felt his fingers urging her to movement. She ground her blonde bush against his and her entire world shattered. Her tiny clit had poked up out of its sheath of protective flesh to see what was happening. It received a full dose of his body moving against it.

She thought someone had driven an icepick up her cunt.

She came hard. Very hard. She struggled and writhed and moaned and clawed at him. But she came and came and came. His prick moved slowly inside her, and this fanned the flames of her passion even more. His prick picked up speed and was soon fucking her as hard and deep as she could have wanted.

Her voice caught in her throat. But it was all right. She couldn't have asked for a better fucking. She felt his hot prick digging deeper into her seething pussy. Her entire cunt convulsed with the power of her repeated orgasms.

And then his hips went crazy. He fucked without any rhythm or finesse.

She felt his cock expanding inside the tight tunnel of her cunt. His come wasn't far behind.

"Gotta fuck you, just gotta!" he cried out.

The white hot surge of his come hit her tender cunt walls. The feel of that liquid rush set her off again. Veronica gasped aloud while her husband whitewashed her pussy walls with his jism.

It seemed to be over too soon. In spite of her unbridled enjoyment, a few seconds earlier, Veronica felt drained now, empty again, totally hollow. The brief second of ecstasy was all gone. And she felt as miserable as she had before.

She brought her own cunt-juice-stained fingers to her lips and lightly licked. Tears began running down her face when she realized nothing would get her off again – unless she did something to break out of the boredom gripping her entire life.

Veronica didn't know if she should do this or not. Yet she felt so rotten all the time she knew she had to do something to change her life drastically. Last night with Stan should have been the best fucking ever. It should have been. He was turned on in a big way and the memories from her own wedding night had come back strongly enough to allow her to get off once – just once.