Chapter 2
At the very moment Karen was having her asshole filled with a load of hot jism, her new boss was busy with his wife.
Don Graham, advertising manager of Fidelity Insurance, dearly loved his wife. Her name was Arlene. She was a delicate-featured, blue-eyed blonde with long flowing hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Her tits were solidly packed and her figure was sensual. Her firm ass was a dream.
Arlene had been a virgin when they first married. Don's problem was that after ten years of marriage Arlene still had all her old inhibitions about sex.
She had never sucked his cock.
Six months before, at the end of a romantic evening on the town, they had agreed that she would do it on his birthday. The day had now arrived and Don was about to collect his present.
Arlene was on the floor in front of him, kneeling there, looking up at him with an uncertain smile on her face.
He moved his hands to her head, took hold of her smooth blonde hair, and slowly pulled her forward. She was obviously trying to cooperate, but the inhibitions produced by a strict upbringing made cooperation difficult. At the last moment she twisted her head to one side to spare her mouth contact with the tip of his rampant dripping cock.
"Oh, God!" she groaned. "I don't think I can go through with this!"
"You promised!" he hissed. "Don't think about it, just do it!"
"It's perverted."
"Bullshit! You know that's not true. We talked about it. Come on, do it!"
As he turned her head and pulled it forward, her lips grazed his cock. This time she refrained from pulling away.
"Now lick it," he said. The sight of her sweet rosebud mouth so close to his cock made his heart pound.
She pulled away to look up at him, and then she licked her lips once, nervously, before diving forward.
At the first warm touch of her tongue on his bloated cockhead, he almost shot his load.
She licked his cock lightly. As she became accustomed to it, she licked with greater pressure.
"All over it," he said with his teeth clenched.
She began licking more of his cockhead, sliding her tongue over it. He hissed with pleasure the first time she hit the underside of the crown. His belly quivered as she moved her tongue down over his cockshaft.
"Take it in your mouth," he said. "AH the way.in."
She hesitated a moment. Then she leaned forward and his wet cock was suddenly sliding into her warm mouth.
He felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. She almost gagged as her lips closed tightly around his throbbing cockshaft.
She began sucking. She was half-hearted about it, but it was better than nothing. He could hardly believe that Arlene was at last sucking his cock. He looked down at her blonde head and brushed some hair away so that he could watch her mouth moving, hollowing, expanding, rising and falling as she sucked on his prick.
All he could think of was the marvelous feel of her mouth moving on his rigid cock. The hot wetness of her mouth overwhelmed his senses.
Each swiping lick of her tongue on his cock took him higher and higher up the road to an orgasm. He pressed his fingers in her hair, felt the sweet softness of her neck as she sucked.
Was she more into it now? Was she getting turned on by her sucking, or was he imagining it? Her tongue tickled and licked. She seemed eager. Her hungry lips pumped his cock, sucking him forcefully.
God, how sexy she looked! Her moist full lips seemed swollen with sexual heat. He curled his fingers in her hair to control her head as it moved.
"Don't bite!" he whispered, and she heeded him, making him spasm, forcing him to stiffen and clutch at her head. A fierce pleasure burned through him. His ass jerked slightly. His belly spasmed.
I Then he began to come, pumping his jism
I into her mouth in a series of hot spurts. She
J made gagging sounds deep in her throat, but she managed to hold on without pulling back.
When she clamped her mouth down on his cock, his cum flowed out in one more salvo. He saw her throat work frantically to swallow his cum and the sight of that squeezed another shot of out of him.
Then it was over and he leaned back in the chair dazed by the last moments of his climax. Arlene withdrew her face from his crotch. Limp and wet, his cock dangled between his legs.
They Showered and dressed and had dinner in a cozy restaurant. Don was surprised at how many young people there were in the place. He was in high spirits. The memory of Arlene sucking his cock made him hum with pleasure. He wondered how many of the young girls in the restaurant were sucking the cocks of their boyfriends. Why had he allowed Arlene to wait so long?
By the time they arrived home he was horny again. After the babysitter left, he turned to Arlene and made her sit down on the sofa. He smothered her silly giggle with a passionate kiss. Working a hand up between their bodies, , he stroked her tits through her blouse and bra.
"Oh, God, not again!" she protested.
"Why not?" he said. "This is one of my horny days."
She wasn't very cooperative. She remained passive like a dutiful little wife. He found it exasperating, as he usually did, but he ignored it.
Kissing her again, he pressed her head back against the sofa. He put his hand under her dress and ran it up between her thighs. Her warm sleek crotch was securely covered by her pantyhose and panties.
"Take off your damn pantyhose!" he fumed.
Whimpering, apparently anxious to please him, she quickly kicked off her shoes and stripped off her pantyhose. Pushing her panty crotch aside, he stroked her velvety hair-fringed cuntlips with his fingertips. Then he released her mouth.
She gasped, then said, "Ooohhh!"
"Feel good?"
"The children might come in."
"Fuck the children!" he snorted. "They're asleep!"
Sliding away, he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her and slipped his hands under her skirt. He grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down over her thighs and knees. She groaned as he lifted her legs and pulled her panties off. With a triumphant grunt, he shoved her knees wide apart.
"You're dripping juice like a waterfall!" he chuckled.
"Oh, God, Don, this is so sinful!"
"That's a lot of crap!"
Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he boosted them onto his shoulders. His head swooped down and his mouth jammed against her steaming cunt.
She moaned at the initial contact.
His tongue swabbed up and down the outside of her pussy, plastering her cunt hair against her puffy wet flesh. His tongue wormed between her slick tasty cuntlips to glide up and down, back and forth, across her quivering clit and all around the throbbing mouth of her cunt.
Saliva drooled out of his mouth to mix with her hot sticky cunt juice. His mind reeled as he inhaled the strong womanly smell of her pussy. As his tongue flicked out, he concentrated more intensely on the head of her clit. He worked his tongue around, stripping her clit hood back as far as possible, then he grabbed the slippery little nub between his lips and sucked at it mercilessly.
Wildly excited, Arlene gasped and moaned in a frenzy as she thrust her pussy against his hungry mouth.
He ate her cunt with voracious delight, keeping her clit between his lips and continuing to suck and lick it until she heaved and cried out in a climax. Then he backed off and straightened up. He smiled at her dreamily, his mouth wet with cunt juice.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said.
"Oh, God, you're acting sex-crazy!"
"Fucking is the basis of marriage."
"I don't believe that," she said. "You'll never make me believe that."
"Yeah, well, I suppose they didn't tell you that in Sunday school."
He urged her along into the bedroom and made her stretch out on the bed.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered uncertainly.
"Feed you a little cock," he leered.
Lifting a leg, his dripping cock swaying over, he straddled her belly.
"I don't want to suck you again," she said tremulously. "Please don't make me do it."
He grinned. He put his hands on her tits and jiggled them. Her nipples protruded like berries between his forefingers and thumbs. Shifting forward, he rested his balls against the base of her tits.
She visibly tensed. "Don't make me do it!" she pleaded.
"You seemed,to like it enough before."
"It's not true! I don't like it at all. I think it's a filthy practice. 1 promised you I would do it and I kept my promise, that's all."
He had no idea whether she was telling the truth. He suspected she was.
"Okay," he said. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. Just take hold of my cock."
She hesitated, a puzzled look masking the fear on her face. He took her hand in his and guided it to his rigid cock. He wrapped her cool fingers around the bone-like column of his prick. She gingerly squeezed him, testing the firmness of his cock.
"God, you're as hard as iron!" she exclaimed.
"Make me come."
"What?"
"Jack me off."
"But . . ."
"Come on, pump it!" he ordered. "Make me come!"
He took hold of her wrist and began moving her hand up and down on his cock, the outer skin sliding against the rigid column of his cockshaft. He finally stopped and she had sense enough to maintain the rigid stroking. His large cockhead swelled forward each time she stripped away his foreskin by pushing her encircling hand down to the base of his cock.
"That's it!" he groaned. "Keep doing it. I'll tell you when to speed up. Oh, baby, that feels good!"
Her eyes wide with fascination, her cheeks flushed, she continued stroking his cock.
He suddenly tensed and pushed his hips forward. His cock quivered close to her face, his bloated knob swelling even further and turning red.
"Now!" he gasped. "Pump it faster! Squeeze it harder!"
Holding his cock in a firm grip, she began pumping it as rapidly as she could.
His balls drew up tight, his mouth gaped, and he began to breathe hard. He suddenly grabbed her pumping hand and tilted his cock down. A moment later he erupted, his thick milky cum jetting from the slit in his cockhead to splatter her belly and tits.
"Oh, Jesus in heaven!" she groaned. "I've got all your spunk on me!"
He'd never come on her like that before and she was obviously repelled by it. His domination of her body made him more excited than ever. His cock simply refused to go down.
Maybe I'll fuck myself to death, he thought.
He found some cream in the bathroom and rubbed it into his cock to prevent his skin from chafing. If he didn't fuck himself to death, he might just have a heart attack. He didn't care. He returned to Ariene with his hand slowly pumping his cock to keep it hard. He grinned at the amazed look on her face.
"We're not finished," he said.
Ignoring her protests, he climbed on the bed and began sucking her cunt again. His tongue worked up and down, lapping up her pussy juice, tickling her clit and fucking into her tight hot cunthole. He opened his mouth wide and took most of her cunt into it, hair and all. He sucked and licked and drooled his saliva over her pussy.
"Oh! Oooh! Ooooooh!" she panted. Her hips bucked out of control as she climaxed under his slobbering mouth.
Rolling over her onto her belly, he licked his way from her ankles up her calves and thighs, between her wobbly asscheeks, and up the graceful curve of her back.
He could tell from the way she shuddered that she was dying to be fucked. She was dying for it, but she wouldn't ask for it.
"Get on your knees," he said. "I'll fuck you from behind."
She never liked it from the rear. She always said She felt too exposed. At the moment he didn't much care. He was going to have his way with Jier no matter what.
He helped her into position, arranging her so that her tits were pressed against the mattress and her ass was sticking up in the air. Crouching behind her, he pushed his cock into the hairy mouth of her wet pouting cunt. He corkscrewed himself deep into her snug pussy. He curved himself over her back, massaging her hanging tits with one hand and her clit with the other.
"I feel like an animal!" she wailed.
He chuckled. "I'm fucking you like a dog. Do you like it?"
"Don't talk!"
She twisted her ass as he slowly pumped his cock in and out. Then he began pumping faster, slapping his belly firmly against her ass, tugging on her clit and rolling it.
"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"
It's not the best, he thought. He knew there was better. There were women who were uninhibited and who liked fucking as much as he did. He wondered where they were. He wondered about his new secretary. What was her name? Karen, wasn't it? She looked like a hot piece of ass. He'd had ten years of Arlene. Maybe he needed some diversion. Maybe his new secretary would play a game or two.