Jeff Collins: Spread wide secretaries

"Ohhhh… oh, Norma, Norma! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Abruptly, she stopped and pulled her head away from his cock.

"No! Norma…!"

She looked at his cock and flicked her tongue out teasingly to graze the very end. His huge cock throbbed and pulsed in front of her and he tore at her hair, begging her to suck him off.

"Please… for God's sake… Norma!"

"Put it back in me now, Dennis! Shoot in me again!"

Quickly, he slid down and drove into her in one ramming thrust. At the same time, his finger found her asshole and filled it as well. It drove Norma wild!

Her hips began jerking frantically. She drew her legs up and hooked them around him, her calves gripping him behind the arms. His cock in her seemed to swell and lunge deeper, her ass meeting his groin at the end of every stroke.

Her inner muscles convulsed until her ass-channel wanted to burst from her body. Sounds faded; her sight blurred. Her hands and feet seemed numb. Only the joy in her cunt remained, and she began to grunt to aid the ecstasy.

She was completely filled. She could feel his mammoth cock throbbing inside her as he lunged in and out. With each thrust, her body shuddered and she clamped her legs around him with all her strength. Her hips matched the rhythm of his as though they were one. He drove in and out of her until she thought she could stand it no longer.

"Coming!" he cried.

Then she seemed to come apart. Her legs flew out. Her arms shot high over his back. Her body began to jump and bounce. And, with all her might, she tried to absorb his spewing prick as deep in her belly as it could go.

She faintly heard her own cries of ecstasy, and her total abandonment to this devastating joy turned into frenzied fear of its coming to an end.

"Oh, Dennis! I love your cock! I love your fucking cock! I love you!" she screamed. "Turn around… quick!"

"What?"

"Let's do it again with our mouths! To each other at the same time!"

Dennis heaved his body around. He was amazed at his own staying power as he plunged his face deep into Norma's cunt and began sucking at her swollen clit. He'd never dreamed that "innocent" Norma could be such a wanton woman. But he loved it!

Then he plunged his tongue deep inside her cunt-hole. He could taste his own cum as he licked and sucked hungrily at her.

She looked at his cock as it hung over her mouth. She swiftly pressed her hand to his balls and guided his giant cock to her mouth, closing it tightly around him.

Dennis shivered uncontrollably. His muscles tightened as he buried his face in the warm wetness of her cunt. She tightened her legs around his head and pressed him down into her musky depths. His hips were gyrating wildly and he plunged his cock in and out of her mouth with short, rapid strokes. Suddenly, he stopped and pushed it as far as it would go all the way down her throat.

"Aarrgghhhhh!" he bellowed as his prick stiffened. Norma felt him shoot his load in her mouth again.

Wearily, Dennis crawled up beside her. "That was the best fuck I've ever had," he sighed.

"Me, too," Norma lied. "I wish we could do it forever!"

"Did you mean what you said, while we were fucking?"

"You mean… about loving you?" she said. "Yeah, I guess." She was lying again.

"Then maybe we can," Dennis smiled.

George Houston was owner and founder of Houston Cosmetics. He was fifty years old and looked ten years younger. He could also out-fuck his wife and both of the mistresses any night of the week.

He made it a practice to hire one eighteen-year-old virgin every year and bring her into the company as his office pussy.

This year's pussy was Candy Ferris, one of the prettiest, dumbest, and best fucks George had ever employed in that position.

"I got your message, Mr. Houston… to come up here to the penthouse, I mean."

"Good, Candy, good."

He walked to the door, jingling his keys, and locked it. Her eyes were glued to his back as he walked the length of the room and locked the other door. Whistling, he came back and faced her. "How have you liked working for me, Candy?"

"I love it, Mr. Houston!"

"Good, good. I've got a special assignment for you this afternoon, Candy."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You know who Gloria Huntley is, don't you?"

"The model? Oh, yes, sir. She's beautiful!"

"IХm glad you think so, Candy," George smiled, his voice warming. "Because she wants you to entertain her right up here in the suite this afternoon."

"Entertain? You mean, like I do with the salesmen, Mr. Houston?"

"That's right," he smiled. "A little different, of course, since Gloria is a woman."

"But, that's just it, Mr. Houston… I never done it with no other girls before."

"Nothing to it, Candy. I know you can handle it… and there will be a little bonus in it for you."

"Gee… really?"

God, George thought, if every woman in the world were as dumb as this girl, my cock would fall off from over-fucking!

"In the meantime, Candy, you and I do have a little time to ourselves…"

Candy knew only too well what that meant!

She breathed deeply as he enveloped her lush body in his arms. His mouth descended, covering hers. His tongue searched for the opening between her lips, darting demandingly inside.

She closed her eyes as his pointed tongue traveled along her gums, outlining the sharp points of her teeth, and then pressing against her tongue. She sucked on it for a minute, enjoying the feel of pulling him inside herself, even if it was only his tongue.

George pulled away, removing her glasses and putting them carefully on the top of the desk behind them. She looked at him, focusing carefully at close range.

He noticed again how beautiful she was without her glasses. He remembered the surge of desire he had felt when he had first fucked her under his desk. His cock hardened and pressed against his pants.

His hands moved down to cover her nipples. He sighed as her soft flesh gave under his hands, molding itself into his cupped handsСeven through her blouse and bra.

He closed his eyes as his fingers pinched through the material to the soft skin beneath.

Candy felt her legs buckling under her as she returned his kiss. Of all the guys she fucked in the office, the boss himself, George Houston, even at fifty, was the best!

Maybe that was because George was the one who had popped her cherry. Candy didnХt know. An answer would require thought, and she wasn't capable of that.

The phone rang. Automatically, George tried to pull away to answer it, but she pulled him close, sucking again on his tongue. And so they stood, wrapped together, while the bell rangСeight, nine, ten times and then died.

Candy let her fingers roam over his back, tingling at the thrill of touching him. She felt as if she were melting, her whole body softening against his. She squirmed, pushing her tits closer to his strong chest.

His fingers groped at the buttons of her blouse, clumsy in his haste. He was desperate to feel those tits that he'd been sucking for so many months already.

"You love to fuck, don't you, Candy?"

"You know I do, George," she said, in her little-girl, dumb-blonde voice. "All the way through high school and secretarial school, I didn't know what I was missing. Then you showed me!"

"I sure did," George chuckled.

His prick was stiff and throbbing inside his pants. He wanted her to reach in and take it out, to rub it up against her bare belly. He started to tell her, but just at that moment, he finished opening the buttons.

He peeled her blouse off her shoulders, pausing a moment to look at her magnificent tits which bulged around the lace of her bra. Then, quickly, he tore it down her arms, and reached with both hands for the hooks of her bra. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he unfastened the stubborn hooks. She shrugged, and the bra fell forward down her arms, exposing the soft pink skin of her tits.