Jeff Collins - Spread wide secretaries

Jane had been dubbed the office mother. Everyone cried on her shoulder. And it was generally conceded that she was a prude and that ice water ran in her veins.

The look she was giving Henderson was far from prudish. It said: "I want to be fucked!"

Well, why not, Henderson shrugged. he hadn't fucked a woman older than he was for years.

He took one more gulp from his glass, then started over. Jane was waiting for him. She'd flung the gauntlet and he'd accepted the challenge. And even as he moved toward her, he knew that neither of them had been merely teasing.

To let him know she meant business, Jane shrugged out of her blouse as Henderson approached her. She had been waiting twelve years to do something like this – and now that the time had come, she was going to enjoy it.

Henderson was amazed at the size of her tits. Jane had always walked around the office stooped over, evidently to hide her generously endowed chest. Now, standing straight, her tits jutted to immense proportions and threatened to leap out of her bra.

"Henderson, I'm forty-seven years old," she announced when he reached her.

"I don't care," he replied.

"And I haven't been laid in twelve years."

"All the better. Where shall we go?"

"Why don't we just act young again, like these kids, and fuck right here?" she smiled.

"I agree," he groaned, his eyes feasting on her chest. "I'm not afraid to throw it to you right here on the floor in front of everybody!"

"Then do it!" she sighed, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra.

The moment it fell away, Henderson was at her tits.

His mouth was wet and hot and utterly thrilling. His lips closed over one of her hard nipples, and the rough tip of his tongue slid across the sensitive, aching point.

"God, that feels good!" Jane sighed. "Do you know who the last man who fucked me was, Henderson?"

He didnХt care but he mumbled something that resembled, "Who?"

"George Houston, the bastard. He fucked me the afternoon of my husband's funeral, and I've felt so guilty I haven't done it since!"

Damn, Henderson thought. Has 0l' George banged every woman in the office?

He went to work on her tits with real gusto. Twelve years, he thought. Damn, she'll really have it stored up!

Jane shuddered helplessly and her knees turned to water. Only his arm around her waist prevented her from falling. He eased her down to the floor and took a position next to her. She tore at his crumpled pants with both hands. When they were down below his knees, he rolled his hips away and kicked them off.

His hands and lips were all over her. The ripping away of her panties echoed throughout the room. Her own moans of pleasure were lost in the chorus of sighs and groans and grunts and rasps. She sensed, movement near her, and a bare foot brushed her naked shoulder.

The room was like a steambath, and the mists of lust enveloped all of them. Jane stiffened when she felt HendersonХs lips tickle her belly. And she cried out with need when his tongue thrust into her navel.

His strong hands gripped her legs and spread them wide apart. She nearly fainted when she felt his hot breath fanning her sensitive cunt-flesh.

And then his lips were on her and his thrusting tongue was driving her to the highest peaks of pleasure. Her legs clamped around his head and he was captured in her soft flesh. His hands slipped beneath her clenching asscheeks and lifted her sweet cunt to his greedy mouth.

It was more than Jane could bear, this thundering sensation that ripped at her guts and inflamed the core of her being. She screamed as she felt herself slip over the edge and hurtle down into a wild orgasm.

In the brief moments of respite after her orgasm, she listened to the others in the room. She heard the women's voices imploring and praising. She heard coarse words and moans and sighs. She heard the wet sounds of kisses, the slaps of naked bellies.

And then there was no time to listen. Henderson, kneeling beside her shoulder, was lifting her toward him. Her cheek brushed his hairy belly as he guided her.

"Suck me a little!" he growled. "And then I'll fuck your brains out!"

He knelt in front of her, his hands on the back of her head. Jane bent forward and her lips grazed the hard, pulsing shaft of cock-meat that stood out from his body. She kissed his cock-head lightly and reached up with one hand to cup his balls, feeling the taut skin throb under her touch.

She looked up at him and saw that he was watching her. His face reflected the passion and sensations his prick was experiencing. She squeezed his balls lightly and he closed his eyes in pleasure, pushing his hips forward so his cock grazed her lips. She parted them and took his swollen, purple cock-knob between them, drawing her tongue across the tiny slit in the end.

"Ohhh, yeah, baby, yeah. Good. Swallow it, Jane, honey… swallow my fuckinХ cock!"

His cock was hot and hard in her mouth. She pushed her head forward slowly, pressing her lips around his prick until she could take no more of him.

She rolled her tongue against his hardness and felt his hands tighten on her head. His hips were rotating slowly as he pushed himself forward, seeking more and more of the pleasure she was giving him.

Jane began to move her head up and down, his prick moving in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. She could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue as she tightened her lips around his hot cock-shaft. Up and down, up and down she moved, until his hip movements increased to a frantic tempo.

He began to moan. He closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back, pressing his hips even farther forward. Jane drew her mouth back, then caught the first few drops of clear cum on her tongue as they appeared on the head of his prick. She cupped his balls in both hands and lowered her mouth over his cock again.

Henderson opened his eyes and looked down at her. He could see his raging cock-meat disappearing and reappearing between her lips. That, added to the pleasure he was feeling, was almost too much for him to bear. He pulled away from her, his prick popping out of her mouth.

"Gotta have your cunt now, Jane!" he rasped. "Jesus, twelve years… I'll bet you can come ten times!"

"A hundred!" Jane cried. "Fuck me!"

Dennis and Norma, mouths agape, stared down at Peggy Fair's naked body. She stirred, her eyes half-closed.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Somebody, fuck me!"

"Jesus, Norma, what shall we do with her?"

Norma smiled. "What did we say back in the hotel, Dennis? We're going to love each other, but with no strings after we're married. You don't want me to be like your wife. You want an open, liberated marriage."

"Yes," Dennis nodded.

"Then we might as well start now, darling. Fuck her!"

"Jesus, you mean right in front of you, Norma, honey?"

"Yes!"

"Fuck me, God, fuck me!" Peggy mumbled from the sofa.

Dennis had never fucked an unconscious woman, nor had he fucked one woman in front of another. But Norma was right. Life with her would be like this after he divorced his wife, so he might as well start right now.

He approached the couch. "Feel okay, Peggy?" he asked.

If she acknowledged the question at all, the recognition was so imperceptible he assumed she was out for real. He stared at her lidded eyes, looking for any sign of life. Then slowly, he pulled his cock from his pants and daubed it along the moist, hair-lined ridges of her cunt.

Peggy stirred, thrashed momentarily, then was still except for the heave of her tits.

"Go on, Dennis, go ahead!" Norma urged from his shoulder as she shucked her clothing. "Shove it in her!"

Dennis was overcome by all the fresh new urges awakening in his body. He threw himself over Peggy, balancing himself on one arm while with the other he grasped his burgeoning prick and nudged it against Peggy's gooey cunt-lips. Careful pressed forward.