Jeff Collins - Spread wide secretaries

"Fuck me, George… please!"

"You okay now?" he panted.

"Yes, oh, yes! Fuck me with your cock!" she begged. "It's good. It's beautiful! I love it!"

His breathing became heavier as his hips tried to keep a steady pace over her writhing, insanely fucking body. He was stretched tight. His nerve ends were right on the edge. It was glorious and he wanted to make it last as long as he could!

"Faster! Harder!" she cried. "Give it all to me!"

"Yes, yes!" he panted, placing his palms on her lush young tits.

"Ohhhh, George! Make me come… make me come like a woman!"

He watched her in the throes of total passion. Her face was beautifully contorted. She was screaming but he couldn't hear the sound.

Then suddenly he was there!

His hips worked violently, thrusting his surging cock into her seething cunt until he wanted to scream with the delight of it.

Her legs locked around his ass as she strove to bring him off. Her hips thrust wildly along with his. Neither of them could control their bodies any longer.

As her lust mounted to its highest peak, she lunged frantically against his throbbing cock. She moved her hips in grinding circles, forcing his prick to scrape every part of her cunt.

Finally, with one last powerful lunge, she reached her peak. He joined her with a mighty jerk and his cum began to spew into her heated cunt-hole.

He held his breath as his cock pulsed his cum deep within her young pussy. Passion flooded over her as he came. She lay beneath his heaving body, savoring the feel of his stiff, jerking cock-meat within her belly. Her excitement had been so profound that she could feel her own cunt-juices drip from his balls and puddle beneath the crack of her ass.

When he was spent, he sagged against her body.

Gloria cradled his head between her huge tits. "That was beautiful… truly beautiful."

"Did you really like it?"

"Yes… I canХt tell you how much."

"I'm glad."

"You will do it some more with me then?" she pleaded.

"Oh, yes, baby… I'll do it lots more with you.

And he had, day and night, in or out of the office.

Gloria fell madly in love with him. She fell so hard that she didn't even object when George asked her to fuck a couple of out-of-town buyers.

But that love turned to hate as the months wore on, and there were more and more out-of-town buyers and less and less of George.

Then a new virgin was hired. And the day came when Gloria realized that she had been used.

Tearfully, she told her Momma. Gloria's Momma was a shrewd woman. She gathered up all the proof of Gloria's real age and marched into George Houston's office.

When Momma emerged two hours later, her daughter's financial future was secure. Gloria's career as a big time model and as the "Houston Girl" were launched.

The elevator slid to a stop and the door opened onto the palatial penthouse suite.

"Here we are. Her name is Candy. She's probably in the bedroom. Have fun!"

"Oh, no, George," Gloria smiled, tugging him along with her. "This time I want you to hang around. My little spies tell me that youХve really fallen for this one, so I want you to watch and squirm while I operate on her."

"Jesus," George moaned. "You're vile, Gloria!"

"I know, darling. Just like you."

The party was already off to a rip-roaring start, and it got even wilder when it was noted that the big boss, George Houston, was out of circulation up in the penthouse.

Two long, well-stocked bars had been set up, and, as if that weren't enough, Clint Jones had mixed up two mammoth bowls of rum and vodka punch.

Peggy had gone through three glasses and she was just woozy enough to follow everybody's lead. But, thankfully, not enough to pass out, an ideal equilibrium.

Already, couples were starting to disappear behind file cabinets and into vacant offices. Peggy was headed for her fourth glass of punch when Mickey Dale grabbed her arm.

"Hi, Peggy!"

"Oh, hello, Mickey."

Mickey had been drinking quite a bit, that was obvious. Peggy wondered if that were wise. The boy was still in high school, and worked afternoons in the mail room after classes.

"Gee, I sure like that dress you got on," he said, watching the hemline rise almost to her panties as she bent to crush her cigarette.

"Oh, thank you," she replied, blushing.

The boy was puzzled by the blush, something he hadn't seen for a long time, and he decided to pursue the subject further.

"As a matter of fact, I like anything you wear."

Peggy smiled shyly, and tried to keep the pink from spreading all over her face again. She had already caught his meaning.

"I just love the curve of your leg, here," he said, reaching out to caress the top of her thigh where it vanished under her skirt.

Peggy started at his touch. She liked the boy and even thought of him as sexy, but she hadn't imagined he would just reach out and touch her legs. It must be the booze. Nevertheless, she felt a shiver run through her body as his warm hand moved under the material of her dress.

"Some day I'd like to feel the inside curves, wrapped around my back!" he said, arching his eyebrows and laughing.

"Mickey! My God, you're just a boy!" Peggy gasped.

He grinned. "But I been around… baby."

Well, not around me," Peggy said.

"Okay, I'll wait!" Mickey laughed, and moved off to greener pastures.

Good lord, Peggy thought, does my new liberated mood stick out all over?

She was at the punch bowl now.

"Small fry bothering you?" said a deep voice from her side.

"What?… Oh, no. I don't think…"

"I'm from advertising. You donХt know me."

Peggy followed the stranger's eyes down to her blouse. Somehow all the buttons and been undone and most of her tits bulged naked above her bra. She quickly started buttoning them.

"It's all right," the man said. "I love tits."

She liked his straightforward comments, after all the teasing inuendos of other men. "Good," she said, leading him on. "What else do you like?"

"Oh," he said, looking carefully down the length of her body. "I like backs and good round asses and soft legs."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah," the man grinned, moving his hand to caress her leg. "I like soft pussy…just like yours."

"That's funny," Peggy answered, bolder now, and definitely feeling her three drinks. "I happen to like cocks!"

"Let's go," he said. "There's an office empty down at the end of the hall."

"Now just a minute… what makes you think…

"Don't you?" he said, leading her down the hall, into the office and locking the door behind them.

He was very handsome, very self-assured, and very big. Peggy hoped he was big all over.

"Yeah," she grinned. "I guess I do."

It all happened so fast, Peggy wasn't sure that it was really happening. She shrugged out of her clothes and slipped off her panties as if she were in a dream.

The man lay on top of her, heavy and hot. His chest crushed against hers, flattening the full curves of her tits, pushing her nipples down. His prick moved between her thighs, searching for an opening.

Peggy threw her legs up. The stranger pushed against her, pressing insistently with his firm cock. Suddenly, with a rush, he rammed all the way inside her cunt!

It hurt her for a minute. It was all so sudden. She really didn't have time to get ready. But soon she fell into the rhythm of it, moving against him as he pushed forward with his strong hips. She was enjoying it, but all the time she was half-dreaming.

With a wild yell, he came inside her, filling her cunt-hole and spilling cum out onto the carpet. He didn't seem to care about her at all as she struggled against him, trying to reach her own climax. Just like that he pulled out, stood up and slipped on his pants.