Chapter 1
The sweat was pouring off her body and she was screaming as she rolled and tossed beneath me. I stuck my cock in even more deeply, pushing to the farthest recesses of her cunt.
"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" she howled.
I was certainly doing my best. She was the most pneumatic woman I had ever been on top of and I've had more than my share. Her body rose and fell as though it were on a trampoline instead of a ratty old couch. And what a body it was! Her tits were like cannon shells, squeezing deliciously against my chest, squirming and mashing into me. Her legs, which were curvier than the back roads of my native state of Kentucky, were locked around my waist. And her hips were battering at mine with the speed and consistency of a triphammer.
I think I'm pretty good at fucking, but about all I could do with this wild lady was hang on for the ride and try to give her the benefit of my rather large cock, which, as I say, was plumbing the depths of her pussy with the greatest of pleasure.
"I'm coming," she panted. "OHH CHRIST, I'M COMMIIIIINNNGG ... "
It's about time, I told myself. I was exhausted.
When she had first walked into my office, I had known it was all over. I had argued with myself before she even sat down. This was not the kind of secretary I wanted, I rationalized. I would never get any work done if all I could think about was my secretary's tits and ass and so forth. What I needed was a nice, middle-aged, white-haired lady, efficient and strait-laced. Or even a male secretary-well, no, I guess I didn't want to go that far.
But then she sat down. Her damn dress was short anyway. When she sat, it hiked back over her thighs, letting me see damn near all of her legs. And her tits thrust out at me across the desk. I could almost have put my hand on one. And I almost did.
I said stupidly, "Can you type?" Who cares? my mind commented.
And she said, "No."
"Oh." What the hell kind of secretary doesn't type, I thought. "Uh-shorthand?"
"No."
"Oh. Let me get this straight," I said. "I thought you were applying for the position of ... secretary."
"I am," she said.
"How can you be a secretary if you don't type or take shorthand, for God's sake?"
"Ask me what else I do," this girl said.
Okay, I'll bite. "What else do you do?"
"I fuck," she said.
I said, "Oh." I mean, what else could I say? Don't tell me.
"Also," she said, "I suck."
"Uhhuh. Well. That's ... "
"Also-"
"Hold it!"
"What's the matter?" she asked innocently.
"I-Look, Miss-uh-what's your name, anyway?"
"Peggy."
"Peggy. You're very pretty, Peggy. But ... "
"But?"
"But I don't want-I mean I'm not looking for-I mean-Shit," I said. "Take your clothes off."
So that was how I happened to be on my ratty old office couch, fucking my just-hired secretary. And I knew she would get the job. Hell, I was ready to give her a raise before she'd even started.
"Peggy," I said while I was lying beside her, exhausted. "Peggy ... "
"What?"
"Where in the hell did you learn to fuck like that?"
She smiled at me. In case I've been too busy tomention it, she had very white teeth. She also had red hair. Not bright red, but a sort of brownish-red-russet-I guess they call it. All over. She also had a body ... but I guess Imentioned that.
"You should find out how I suck," she said.
I didn't believe this girl. "Any time," I said weakly.
And the next thing I knew, I was going out of my mind.
Now I have been sucked from here to Timbuktu by girls of all shapes, sizes, colors, religions and creeds. Most blowjobs, I find, are mediocre. Some are okay. A few are very nice. And very few-just a meager, tiny, infinitesimal few-are really good. When you get one of those, you want to hang on to that girl forever. Well, sometimes anyway.
But ... Peggy was better than that. Hell, she was five-hundred times better than I'd ever dreamed possible. And I dream pretty good. Only the other night I dreamed I was screwing Raquel Welch and Raquel couldn't get enough of me. When I had negligently brought her to climax six times without coming myself, she had begged me to let her suck me off. And I thought she sucked damn well. But compared to Peggy ... nothing.
I was babbling something I couldn't understand and floating off somewhere in space. Meanwhile, Peggy held me in her incredibly-talented mouth, doing things with her lips and tongue and God knows what else that made my body twist and writhe like an electric eel-an electrified electric eel. I was about to come copiously down her throat when she took her mouth away. I grabbed blindly for her head, ready to commit murder if she didn't go on.
And she asked, "Would you like to come in my mouth or shoot all over my face?"
I couldn't think of a good answer to that one. I couldn't think, period. I said, "Yes."
So she put her mouth back where it belonged. With a couple of wicked licks in just the right places, Peggy brought my sperm pouring out of me. She was marvelous. She swallowed the first few jets and then pulled my cock from her mouth and let the rest of the jism splash over her beautiful facial features. There was enough to make it plenty wet, too.
I lay there, exhausted-I know I said that before, but this time I was really exhausted-while Peggy smiled down at me. Her lovely greenish eyes were gleaming; her nose, cheeks, lips and chin dripping semen.
"I love you," I said.
And then my wife walked in.
"My goodness," she said. I should tell you that my wife is a breathtakingly level-headed girl. "Looks like I'm just in time." And she began to take her clothes off.
Now when Amy-my wife-takes her clothes off-no matter how tired I am, no matter who or how many ladies I have just finished boffing, no matter if I were at death's door from being tortured on the rack-I watch.
Amy is a striking blonde. Jesus, is she ever blonde. Real blonde. Like yellow. Her hair is straight and long and it turns me on. Her eyes are blue. Her body is slender, but her breasts are not. Or her hips. Her legs are ... fuck it. She's gorgeous.
And she loves to fuck. Anybody.
So I watched as she took off her clothes. And it was as good to watch as ever. But right then I'd had it. "Forget it, Amy," I begged. "I'm done for now."
"Well, I'm not," Peggy protested.
"That's what I was hoping," Amy said.
She fell to the floor and raised her arms to Peggy. Peggy fell on top of her.
These two women, who had never seen one another before in their lives, kissed passionately, like long-lost lovers. Their mouths ground together and their bodies twisted against each other. Moans came from their throats. They were two kindred spirits and they didn't need any further introduction.
The kiss went on for a long time. When they broke it, Amy, with great pleasure, began to lick my come from Peggy's face. "Oh delicious," she murmured, lapping it up and swallowing whatever she could get.
When she was finished, Peggy lowered her face to Amy's breast, greedily sucking on the firm mound of flesh. Then she took the nipple between her teeth and bit it gently. Amy groaned. Peggy moved to the other breast. Breathing hard, Amy looked at me, still laying on the couch.
"Where ... where did you find this treasure?" she asked me.
"She applied for the position as my secretary," I said.
"Christ," Amy commented, as Peggy's head began to inch downward. "You mean she types, too?"
"Well ... no. But-"
"I know. Who cares? Aaahhh ... "
Peggy's head had moved over Amy's spectacularly flat stomach and was now nestled between her legs. Those shapely legs rose and spread as Peggy's mouth went busily to work on my wife's cunt. From Amy's reactions, I gathered that Peggy was as good at pussy-lapping as she was at sucking cock.
Amy gasped and groaned and whimpered. While her body arched from the floor, she shoved her snizz harder against Peggy's talented mouth. Then she started making unearthly noises in her throat, writhing and squirming uncontrollably. Before long she started to scream.
And she came. And she came again.
And I had thought I was finished for the day. Nope. My cock was hard as a rock.
Peggy rolled over onto her back. "My turn," she breathed.
Amy took a minute to recover, but then she crouched willingly to do unto Peggy as Peggy had done unto her. And soon Peggy was making the same noises.
Amy's ass was up in the air as she pleasured the redhead and Amy has the roundest, firmest, loveliest rear end in creation. And-like I said-I was ready again. So I rolled off the couch and knelt up behind my twat-sucking wife. I spread her ass cheeks and stuck my finger experimentally into her little crinkled anus.
"Mmmm," Amy said, her mouth buried in Peggy's cunt. "MMHHMMM ... Mmnnnnhhhmmmm ... mmumummm ... "
Which, translated into English, meant: "Yes! Fuck me in the ass with your big sexy cock!"
So, having been a student of Amy-lingo for a long time and knowing exactly what she meant, I complied. It took a while, though, because her asshole was so tiny that it was tough going at first. But I knew from long experience that the prick-in-ass gambit was not only possible, but that it was well worth the trouble.
When the tip of my cock poked into her tight opening, Amy gave a deep moan against Peggy's cunt. The redheaded recipient of her ministrations was rolling her head back and forth and gasping in short, harsh breaths. Similar sounds soon came from Amy as I slowly but firmly maneuvered my sizable tool deeper into her clinging anal passage. I reached my hands around her to clutch her hanging breasts and found the nipples were rigid little spikes between my fingers.
Farther and farther, I pushed inside her squeezing back tunnel, while I listened to the groans of the two women getting louder and louder. Then Peggy yelled shrilly, her body convulsing as she came under the insistent probing of Amy's lips and tongue. She pulled herself away then and Amy rested her forehead on the floor, her doubled-up bod jerking and sweating as my marauding prick reached deeply into her guts.
"Ohhh Godddd ... " she cried. "Ohh YESSSS ... OHHH JESUS DO IT TO MEEEEE ... "
I was in her sweet backside to the hilt. I held on tightly to her tits and started to give it to her, yanking myself out and then slamming back into her. She loved it that way.
Soon Amy was sobbing and blubbering. I squeezed her knockers, pounding my thick prong into her clutching rectum until my head swam. Her hips jerked back at me, meeting every stroke eagerly, while her body wriggled without control. I wasn't aware of what Peggy was doing until I felt something behind me. And then the top of my skull came off. Because Peggy had parted my ass cheeks, as I had done to Amy's. And she was fucking my asshole ... with her tongue.
I gave a roar like a strangled lion as that wet, wiggly, probing prong of wickedness pushed into my anus. It drove me to the brink of climax almost immediately and my hands squeezed hard around Amy's boobs, bringing a yowl of pain and pleasure from her gasping mouth. I rammed into her again and again, as hard as I could, with Peggy's tongue following me sans losing contact for an instant. With the last lunge I came hard, shooting my boiling jism up into Amy's belly, while her rear passageway spasmed around my semen-streaming prick as she, too, climaxed violently.
Then she fell flat on the floor and I collapsed atop her.
And from somewhere far away I heard Peggy ask, "Do I get the job?"
The three of us went out for a drink to celebrate Peggy's new position. It was well after working hours by now anyway.
Sitting in a back booth in a nice, quiet bar with a cool martini in front of me and two beautiful, sexy women flanking me, I felt content. I felt peaceful. I felt horny.
How, I hear you ask, can I feel horny after just having been fucked and sucked and ass-tongued to within an inch of heaven's gate?
All I can tell you is ... you had to see Peggy. And Amy. And that they don't call me Billy Goat Bernie for nothing.
Bernie?
Yep. That's my name, Bernie. Bernard P. Culligan. I can't help the name as my mammy and pappy didn't know any better. But I don't look like it. I'm big and solid and have a broken nose and red hair. Not red like Peggy's; carrot-red. What can I tell you? Except that the girls don't complain.
"So," I said to Peggy, sipping my drink, "as I asked before-where did you learn to fuck like that?"
"Natural talent," Peggy answered modestly.
"And hard work, I'll bet," I said. "You can't be more than twenty-two, for Chrissake. You must have started screwing when you were a mere wisp of a girl."
"Eighteen," Peggy said. "And I was no mere wisp. I was quite nicely filled out by that age, thank you."
"I believe it," I said.
"Tell us how you started," Amy said curiously. My wife loves a good dirty story.
Peggy smiled, the light of recollection in her eyes. "It was my high-school principal," she said.
"Really?" Amy said. "How sweet."
"See, I wasn't doing too well in school and there was this one class I was failing in that I had to pass or I wouldn't be able to graduate. I didn't care much, but I knew my parents would kill me if that happened. The teacher was an old lady and I knew there was no way I could convince her to pass me. So I went to see the principal."
"You mean you deliberately set out to seduce him?" I wondered aloud.
"Well ... not exactly. I mean, I didn't know what was going to happen. I just knew I had to pass that course and I guess I was ready to do anything, just about. But I didn't know too much at that time. I mean I knew, but I hadn't had any practical experience in sex."
"Go on," Amy said.
"Well, I went to see him in his office, you know and I explained to him about how I wanted to pass and all. And I guess I had sort of dressed for the occasion-I mean I had kind of a tight sweater on and my skirt was ... sort of short. You know."
"I know," I said. "Like now." And I put my hand on her bare thigh under the table.
She smiled at me. "So I was sitting there and he was telling me about how my work didn't seem to be too good and how there was nothing he could do and all. But I saw him looking at me and I knew he was kind of ... interested."
"So you encouraged him." L moved my hand higher on her thigh.
"Well, I kind of crossed my legs, you know, so he could see plenty and I took a real deep breath. And his face got kind of red and all. So I said ... I told him if he would do something for me, I would do something for him."
"So he did and you did," I said. I slid my hand farther up, until I felt her bikini panties.
"Quiet," Amy said impatiently. "Let her tell it."
With my free hand, I reached for Amy's hand and brought it under the table, placing it over my crotch. Almost automatically, she began to squeeze and knead me through my trousers. "Okay," I said to Peggy. "Then what happened?"
"Well, he asked me what did I mean. Like he didn't know. But I think he knew better than I did."
"So?"
"So I got up and went around his desk and just sat down in his lap. I was kind of nervous, but I tried not to show it. His face got redder than ever and he asked me what I was doing."
My fingers burrowed under the material of her sexy panties and wormed their way up toward her crotch. She drew a sharp breath and her legs parted slightly. Meanwhile, my cock had started to thicken and lengthen under Amy's knowing digits.
"Go on," Amy encouraged.
"Well, I sort of wiggled a little on his lap and I said I thought he was cute and I would do whatever he wanted if he could help me pass. And he started to, like, push me away, but then he couldn't and he sort of put his hands over my tits. And when he did that, he made a little noise, you know and I knew he would do it."
Amy's hand had closed around my rapidly-stiffening cock and she was rubbing it through the material of my trousers. One of my fingers found Peggy's clitoris and she made a tiny whimpering sound. I moved my fingers gently, not wanting to attract attention to us.
Peggy went on, a bit breathily. "When he put his hands on my tits, my nipples got hard right away and I started feeling funny. So I asked did he want to kiss me and he said yes and he took his hands away so he could hold me while I kissed him. I had kissed boys before, so I knew something about that and I put my tongue in his mouth and sort of moved it around. And he started to breathe kind of hard against my mouth and while I was still kissing him he put his hand under my skirt ... like you're doing now ... and I began to feel all worked up and pretty soon I felt like I wanted to do it whether he helped me pass or not ... "
Two of my dexterous digits were deep in her cunt now and another was slowly manipulating her clitoris. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly under her blouse and I saw her hands grip the table tightly as she tried not to be too obvious about what she was experiencing. I knew something of what she was going through, because Amy's hand was still working on my now-rigid dick. I was glad the booth we were in was shadowy and rather isolated. With my free hand, I took a sip of my drink. A small sip. I didn't need any waiters hovering around at the moment.
Especially when Amy's mischievous fingers left my cock to find the tab of my zipper. And started to pull it down.
"So I stopped kissing him," Peggy said in an uneven voice. "And I put my arms up over my head and asked did he want to take my sweater off. So he did and his hands were shaking, you know? And he made the funny noise again and he put his mouth on my breast. Oh, I forgot to say I wasn't wearing a bra. He sucked on my tits and felt between my legs and I was going crazy. He was breathing real hard and I thought he might ... you know, come by himself, so I got off his lap and stood up and I took off my skirt and my panties. His eyes got all ... oh ... ohhh ... ohh my God ... "
She was squirming slightly in her seat and her eyes were closed. I pulled my fingers away from her, but not too far away.
"Ohhh ... "she whispered. "Don't stop ... "
Amy had her hand inside my pants now, her fingers gripping my bare pecker. My own voice was husky. "Keep talking," I said, "and I'll continue."
"You're a bastard," she breathed. I wiggled my fingers tantalizingly on her thigh. "All right," she said. "I was naked and ... oh yes, yes ... and I asked why didn't he take his clothes off, too. And he told me to go over and lock the door and I did. And when I turned back he had his cock out. It was all stiff and real big, even though he was kind of a fat little guy ... ooohh ... and he said I was really pretty and he wanted to fuck my ass off. And ... and when he said that, just suddenly like that, I got so excited I was practically dripping ... and ... I ... "
She was getting near the edge again. I kept my fingers where they were this time, but kept them still for a moment, until she recovered somewhat. Amy's fingers were far from still, however. They were sliding slowly and knowingly up and down my monstrous prick. I had to struggle to maintain my outward composure.
"I helped him take his clothes off," Peggy continued, making an obvious effort to control her voice. "And he was so eager he ... he kind of swept everything off his desk so we could get on top of it. It was a big desk and we ... I laid down on my back and he got on top of me ... and he stuck it in ... and it hurt, but it felt good, too ... and then it ... ohh ... it felt so damn good I couldn't believe it. I was ... ohh ... ahhh ... oooohh ... ohh I can't ... I can't ... uuunnhhh!!"
And she came under my fingers. I felt her snizz spasming and her body jerked, but she kept it quiet enough so that nobody heard or noticed anything. Then she slumped in her seat, panting softly.
I took my hand away, but let it rest on her leg. Amy's hand was moving faster on my cock and I was almost panting myself. "Go on," I said.
After a moment, Peggy went on. "Well, we did it on the desk ... and I loved it. I mean I came almost right away and then I came about three more times while that poor guy kept pumping away at me for dear life. But he had pretty good fucking power, I'll say that. And then he pulled out of me and he said he wanted to shoot his stuff down my throat. Well, I didn't know what he was talking about, but he crawled up over me and stuck his hard prick into my mouth ... "
"Bernie," Amy said huskily, "is anybody looking at us?"
I looked around cautiously. "No. Why?"
"I'm going under the table," Amy said.
"Wait a second!" I protested. "I don't think-" But it was too late. When my wife says she's going to do something, you damn well better believe she'll do it. She slid beneath the table in a wink and I looked around again to make sure nobody had seen her go. She was pretty well concealed now, but I wasn't. And if she did what I thought she was going to do-That's what she did. In one gulp. You remember what I said about girls who give a good blowjob? I had been married to Amy for five years. What she was doing now was part of the reason.
I tried to keep a straight face. Have you ever tried to look natural while a gorgeous, sexually-talented female is under the table sucking on your joint for dear life? Especially if another gorgeous female is sitting beside you graphically describing a sexy incident.
Peggy went on with her sinful story now, an amused gleam in her eye. She knew what Amy was doing, all right and she got a kick out of seeing me get the same kind of treatment I had just given her.
"When Mr. Burnside stuck his big old cock into my poor virginal little mouth," Peggy said, choking it up a little for greater effect, "I didn't know what to do at first. But pretty soon, I sort of caught on. He was moving his fat dick back and forth, so I kind of closed my lips around it and started sucking on it, just like a big juicy lollipop. I figured that was what he wanted, because he started groaning and saying all kinds of naughty things."
I felt like groaning and saying naughty things myself. Amy's mouth was doing things to me that were easily a hundred times better than anything an inexperienced teenager's mouth could have done back then. Although maybe Peggy had been born with her spectacular oral talent. Amy's tongue danced on my cockflesh as she sucked me and her fingers tickled my balls through my pants. I had to keep myself from twitching in my seat. My hand tightened on Peggy's sexy leg and her. hand came down to cover it, stroking it softly and suggestively.
"Anyway," Peggy said, "I found I really liked sucking on his cock. In fact, I couldn't get enough of it; I wanted to keep sucking him forever. It was getting hard, though, because with every stroke he started to press deeper into my mouth. I was afraid I was going to choke. So I decided the best thing was to try to open my throat and sort of swallow that luscious penis when it came down. When I did that, old Mr. Burnside really seemed to go out of his gourd. He started yelling and jerking all over and then all of a sudden all this stuff came out of his cock and shot down my throat ... "
I was slouched down in my seat, my head resting on the back of the booth. I was panting slightly and couldn't do anything about it. Amy's mouth was sliding up and down my tingling prick with a steady rhythm calculated to make me pour out my juices in no time. I groped for her head with my free hand, tangling my fingers in her hair. But it didn't slow her down or throw her off stride for an instant. I felt myself going over the edge and I heard Peggy saying, " ... and I swallowed and swallowed ... "
And I prayed to the gods of lust that nobody was looking at me as I exploded uncontrollably into my wife's wonderful oral canal.
A moment later, Amy was sitting calmly at my side, looking as demure as a choir girl. Peggy's voice came back into my consciousness. " ... So I sucked out everything he had and swallowed it all down and then I asked did he want me to do it again, so-"
"Hold it," I said weakly. "That's enough for right now, Peggy. Jesus!"
"I want to hear more," Amy pouted.
"Another time." Covertly, I zipped myself up. "You want another drink?"
"No," Amy said sweetly. "I just had the best drink you can get. Let's go home and fuck."
That's my wife ... for sure.