Jackie Reedly: Sex and the Boss Wife

With one quick movement, Rona pushed down her brief panties. They were already moist at the crotch, evidence of her intense arousal. She displayed, herself to Scott, her slushly thatched pubis inches from his face,

With a groan of exertion, Scott slipped to the floor before her. He pushed his mouth up between her widely splayed legs, and she was dripping her hot juices as he reached out his long, thick tongue to taste of her sweet woman's nectar. He licked frantically at her sizzling slash, treating it the way he knew a woman's cunt should be handled. Soft, mewling cries escaped Rona's lips, and he knew he was now in control, just as she had been only moments before. She arched her hips forward, rubbing her exposed pubis against his face, wetting his cheeks with her sweetly tangy female liquids. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Pleeeeeeease fuck me NOW."

He looked between Rona's widespread legs. Her cunt was drooling impatiently, but that was not what interested him. He could see the dark place that hid her, tight little asshole from sight, and he longed to pry her cheeks apart and look at the tiny, gripping pucker. He thought again of how he had screwed Monica, opening her up and making her cry out with pain while she loved what he was doing to her. He had pushed in again and again, faster and faster, and now he would do that to Rona.

"Turn over on your belly," he whispered, his voice thick with passion.

Rona flipped onto her stomach. "Oh," she said, "you want to go dog fashion. One of my brothers used to like that. He didn't want to do it any other way." She was now on her knees, her lush buttocks weaving about teasingly. "It was nice when he and I fucked that way, my sister would crawl in under me and suck my tits. Sometimes my other brother would screw her while she was doing it. Wow, it was really something."

Scott hardly heard what the girl was saying to him. He was much too busy staring hungrily at the silky halves of her buttocks and at the long, hairless crack that divided them. He wrapped his fist around the shaft of his hard cock and jerked it easily, making sure it was fully erect and ready to stab relentlessly into her hot, quivering flesh. With trembling fingers he caressed the skin of her rounded cheeks, and she wriggled her ass excitedly, moaning softly at the attention he was giving her. He moved on into her long crack and ran his fingers downward along it.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Feels good!" she mumbled. "It tickles so nice." She spread her knees further apart, and she could feel her liquids dripping from her cunt and coating the insides of her thighs. She had been waiting so long for this. She had been dreaming about Scott ever since the first day she saw him. She wondered whether he would be as good as he looked, and now she was finding that he was. Not since those first times with her handsome brothers had she enjoyed a man so much. "Now fuck me," she groaned. "I'm so ready for you. I can't remember ever being this ready. Fuccccccccck meeeeeeeeeee!"

"Oh, yeah, Baby. I'll fuck you. I'll screw you to the floor." Quickly, Scott brought the dripping knob of his penis up against her tightly puckered anus.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Rona screamed hysterically. She bolted away from him on her hands and knees, and then sat huddled against the base of the couch, her arms hugging her body tightly.

Scott was angry. "I'm trying to screw you, of course. I thought that's what you wanted. It's what you asked for."

"Not up the ass!" she yowled. "Nobody does that. Nobody's ever done that to me." She began to sob uncontrollably.

"Not even your brothers?" Scott asked cruelly. He was so angry he could no longer see straight. He wanted to grab the girl, throw her down, and rape her anal passage until she screamed in pain. He wanted to rip her rectum to shreds, to make her hurt so badly she would die for days afterward. Instead, he gathered up his things and slammed out of Rona's apartment, leaving the redheaded girl sobbing and crying hysterically on the floor by the couch.

Scott was amazed as anyone at what happened. He literally could not begin to handle all the calls that came in that night. It was apparent that his off color program of the night before had been the talk of Indianapolis. He was careful to cut off any callers who used obscene language, but he was intelligent enough to know that if sexual propositions and comments were what his audience wanted he had better give them to them.

Instead of going home when his shift ended, he waited around for an extra hour. He wanted to see Hal Ransberg the minute he arrived. Of course, he was not happy about having to confront Rona Barnes after their experience of the night before, but that could not be helped. Actually, he felt badly about what had happened. What right did he have to force himself on the girl like that? In fairness, though, from the way she talked about having sex with her sister and letting her two brothers do what they liked with her, he was not crazy to have jumped to the conclusion that she was receptive to anal contact. The hard truth of the matter was that his conclusion was wrong, and both he and Rona had handled the situation badly. Even though the fault was partly hers, he still hated to face her.

Rona came breezing into the outer office, ready to start work. When she saw Scott sitting on the couch, she froze. "What are you doing here?" she blurted, the fear flickering for an instant.

Scott smiled and hoped the smile did not look as if he were uneasy. "I work here, remember?"

The wariness left her eyes. She smiled. "Of course you do. What I meant was, how come still here at nine o'clock."

"I stayed around to talk to Ransberg. You won't believe what my show was like last night."

"Yes, I would. I listened to most of it." Rona glanced down at her shoes, blushing slightly.

"Oh, I see." There was an awkward pause, and then Scott added, "I'm sort of surprised. I mean, I wouldn't have thought you wanted any more to do with me last night."

She looked him straight in the eye. "No, that's not true. Scott, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault. I led you on with those terrible stories. I can't blame you for thinking that I was ready for…"

"Never mind what I thought. Those weren't terrible stories. They were really great, made me real excited. You know?"

Rona nodded dumbly, listening carefully to the handsome young announcer.

"Scott," she said quietly, her voice so low he had to strain to hear it, "I made those stories up. I don't even have a sister."

His mouth fell open. "Made them up? But they sounded so real."

"I know," Rona answered, giggling despite herself. "They were supposed to."

"You mean you just told them to turn me on?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say so. I'm really not as experienced as all that. I mean, I'm no virgin or anything, but I've never done…"

"What I was trying to do with you?" Scott finished for her. "Gosh, Rona, I'm really sorry."

"What I'm trying to say to you, Scott, is that when I got to thinking about what I'd led you to believe I can see exactly why you did what you did. It's my fault."

He shrugged; grinning at her happily. "It was both our faults. No hard feelings?"

"None. Will you ask me out again sometime?"

"You can bet on it."

Hal Ransberg came bursting into the office. "Good morning," he growled. When he saw Scott, his eyebrows lifted quizzically. "What are you doing here?"

"I stayed around to see you, Sir."

"Good. Give me a chance to go over the mail and come in in five minutes. I'm glad you waited for me, My Boy."

"Well," Rona said as soon as she heard Ransberg close his office door behind him. "He sure sounds different from the way he did yesterday."

"I'll say. He must have heard part of the show. I bet he counted every one of those calls."