Penny knew she was living dangerously. She knew that if she kept up her current rate of sexual activity, it was only a matter of time before her husband Ron found out about it. And then there was no telling what he might do. He might forgive her. Or he might not even care. Some men were like that, she had heard. But deep down, she had a feeling he would hit the roof. She was fairly sure that if he found out about her fucking other guys, he would leave her.
The thing was she could stop. She wasn't sure that she wanted to stop. Now now, not now that she'd experienced a little sexual variety and knew how exciting it could be. If she had to give it up, if she had to stop fucking with other men, she would go crazy. She just knew it. It would mean the end of her marriage for sure, for then she would begin to resent Ron and her lack of freedom.
She spent three days fretting over it all after they returned from the camping trip. She didn't begin to perk up until the middle of the week, when she decided to get out of the house while Ron was at work and catch up on some chores that needed dealing with. The most important item was a visit to the bank. Ron had asked her to inquire about a small loan so that they could buy a new car.
To cheer herself up and get herself ready to face the world, she decided to wear some of her sexiest and most expensive clothes. She wanted to feel extra special. And of course it wouldn't hurt to try to impress a bank manager. The way she presented herself could make the difference in whether or not they got the loan.
Feeling a little wicked, and with her heart pumping, Penny brought out a special package of under things from her top drawer. Ron had bought them for her on their honeymoon, and though at first she had felt self-conscious and silly in them, she had soon come to like them. Largely because the sight of her in them caused her new husband to go into drooling tits of fuck-lust.
There was a sheer bra, made of the thinnest black silk, that had large holes cut out at its tips so that the nipples and surrounding circles of flesh would poke through brazenly. It forced her large tits in against each other and up, like two melons crammed in a sling. And it made her long nipples stick up like pointing fingers. It drove Ron wild.
Then there was the suspender belt and stockings. She'd never worn such things till that night on her honeymoon, always encasing her long lovely legs in practical pantyhose. But she had learned to like the feel of the silk stockings against her thighs and the tight belt around her waist. The stockings were black and she loved the way her lovely brown thighs were exposed at their tops. The belt was embroidered with pretty lace and had tiny red bows in several places. The slender black garters stretched elastically along her ass cheeks and upper thighs.
She studied herself in the bedroom mirror wearing nothing but this lewd and gaudy underwear and she felt a weird thrill in her pussy. She was pure sex, there was no doubt about it. One look at her and men would sink in quivering heaps, hopeless hard-on tenting up their pants. Dressed like that, she represented only one thing: cunt. She was just a cunt and ass and sultry mouth, made to give men pleasure, made to be a receptacle for gallons and gallons of steaming hot cum.
Penny suddenly had a thought, and before she put on her dress she scampered to the dressing table and began applying gobs and gobs of eye make-up and lipstick. She daubed the heavy blue eyeshadow thickly, till it gleamed like two dark bruises. Then she plastered her mouth with shiny red lip-gloss, pouting her lips and running her tongue over them till the sultry pads shone like wet fruit.
Then she went back to the mirror and practiced pouting some more. She loved the way she could make herself look like a whore while still remaining young and sweet-looking. It was an interesting contrast, and one which she knew would drive any man within a hundred yards out of his mind. She was a sexual bombshell. And she suddenly felt very good about herself. For the first time in her life, she felt confident.
She put on a print dress, smiling at the way it revealed her luscious cleavage, and skipped down to the car, full of high spirits. It was amazing what getting dressed up and applying a little make-up could do for a girl! Only hours earlier, she'd been down and depressed, fretting about her conduct on the weekend. And now here she was, feeling like a million dollars, ready to face the world and go out and get what she wanted.
Her high spirits lasted all afternoon, and she wasn't even put out when a stern-faced secretary forced her to wait half an hour before letting her in to see Mr. Crombie, the bank manager. Nothing could spoil her mood this afternoon! She just felt too good, too attractive! When Mr. Crombie finally motioned her into his office and closed the door behind her, she could tell all the extra care she'd taken was not in vain.
"Mrs. Harris, isn't it?" he inquired, his eyes traveling up and down the luscious teenager's frame. "I had no idea you were so young. I'd imagined a much older woman."
Penny smiled at the compliment and took the chair he offered her, careful to bend down enough to let him have a good look into her deep cleavage. Her creamy young tits separated invitingly, and she was glad she'd worn such a light and loose dress. If he didn't come across with the loan when she'd finished with him, nothing would get it for them!
For several minutes they discussed finances, and Penny found herself growing restless.
Money bored her. She was only asking for this damn loan as a favor to Ron. She wasn't interested in talking about the economy. When it became apparent that Mr. Crombie wasn't going to come across immediately with the loan, she decided to seduce it out of him. She would get it eventually anyway, she knew. But it would certainly liven up the afternoon if she could fuck the old man for it. Why not have a little fun?
She stood up in front of his desk, amused at the way he watched her through his glasses, a slight film of sweat on his brow. He wasn't used to having gorgeous young teenagers asking him for favors. He certainly wasn't used to them strutting around his office that way.
"Mr. Crombie, I'd appreciate it if you'd let us have the loan. Just sign the necessary papers and we'll settle it." As she spoke she let the shoulder strap of her dress fall. She leaned down over his desk and let her tits separate in their lewd bra. Her nipples were erecting already and poked out the dress fabric like bullets.
"I think a few more questions." Mr. Crombie began, his eyes glued to her tits.
"I think we've had enough questions. How about a little fun?" Penny leered, and she let the other shoulder strap slip, till the entire front of her dress fell down around her waist. Her stiffening nipples were exposed in the sexy bra like small cocks on their puffy red circles of flesh.
"Good God!" croaked Crombie, standing up. "Mrs. Harris, I must insist…"
"Insist on what?" teased Penny. A little to her own surprise, she was climbing up onto Crombie's desk, raising her dress up around her waist in a rumpled roll. "Insist on me showing you more? Okay, here goes!"
Penny was squatting on Crombie's desk on her haunches, her dress around her belly, her suspender belt, garters and black silk stockings completely exposed. In a final stroke of genius, she'd decided not to wear any panties at all, and the tufted crack of her hairy pussy was on display before the astonished bank manager.
"Do you like it? Do you like my cunt?" she teased, smiling. She spread her legs for him and hunched over to pry apart the lips of her cunt with two fingers. An oozing pink slice of lush inner cunt flesh was revealed. He could even see the dancing bud of her clit among all the wet pussy folds.
"Good God," Crombie repeated. He gulped. "Mrs. Harris, I must insist…"
"And I must insist also, Mr. C.. I insist that you take out your cock and fuck me. It's not nice to keep a lady waiting."
Crombie stared at her as if he were in a trance. His mouth popped open and shut but no sound came out. He was only aware of one thing. His cock had started to pump full of blood. It was stretching itself in his shorts and growing more uncomforable by the second. He began to breathe heavily and a trickle of sweat ran down his temple.
"I'll make it so good for you," Penny purred, her voice softer. "I'll show you the best fuck you ever had."
She was reaching out to slip his jacket off his shoulders. Her fingers began popping open the buttons of her shirt. And all the time she was smiling at him wantonly, glad that he wasn't resisting. Her tongue ran around and around her lips and made them shine brightly. Her eyes left his only when she started work on his pants.
Crombie leaned over to press a switch on his desk, finding his voice at last. "Miss Fitch, no calls."
"Good idea, Mr. C.," Penny whispered. "My, what have we here!"
She unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants around his thighs. The front of his shorts was bulged out hugely. She slipped her hand inside quickly and grasped the log of his prick like a bat handle. With her other hand she forced his shorts down.
"Why you naughty man, you've been thinking dirty thoughts about young Penny!" she teased, pouting at him with her sultry wet lips. "You've gotten all hard imagining us fucking, haven't you?"
She gripped his cock like a club and began pumping it strongly up and down. His cock was already six inches long and far from fully erect. As she jacked his cock she could feel it growing thicker, stronger, harder. The foreskin peeled back off the cock head, and the tip shone wetly.
"You thinking about pumping Penny full of naughty jism?" she went on, enjoying being in control. "You want to shove your cock inside me and shoot me full of spunk?"
Something snapped inside Crombie. He'd been eyeing her plump tits hungrily and now he grasped one in each palm and mauled them like a crazy man. He circled his hands around and around on her tits and forced them back against her chest. The hot nipples scratched his skin. He couldn't get over how her bra distorted the shape of her enormous tits and made them appear even larger.
"Yes! Yes!" Penny cried. "Feel my tits! Rub them hard! Yes!" She jacked him off expertly, pumping his cock to full she in a matter of minutes. His cock head began to ooze a thick syrup that soiled her fingers. And she decided she had better act fast or he would be coming in her hand. "Lie down on the desk and I'll sit on your cock. Lie down on the desk!"
He didn't have much choice; she was hauling him up by his cock. He rolled onto his back on his desk and slid under her. The soaring spike of his cock stuck up through her fist like a rocket. And she hoisted one silken leg over him quickly, squatted on her haunches above his hard-on.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she muttered, her brow furrowed with concentration. She dipped her lovely blonde head and watched his cock as she lowered herself onto it. She tilted his cock from left to right with her fingers and nudged the wet and glossy prick head up against the soft gooey petals of her cunt. She was very wet and she was going to have no trouble at all fucking herself on his hard-on.
Crombie proped himself up on his elbows and watched with her as she planted his cock head, slipped it inside her swollen pussylips, let her weight shift gently from side to side. She tugged the cock to one side, then with a deep sigh of satisfaction she let her full weight down on his prick. Inch after inch of bloated cock meat disappeared between the soft wet folds of her pussy.
"It's going! Feel it go inside me!" she crooned, lifting her face to his at last. She was slowly sitting on him, letting the hardened cock bore its way inside her pussy as she lowered herself. Her tits pointed at him like ripe melons. The nipples were sticking up damn near an inch from their puffy circles.
Finally Penny's blonde cunt bush meshed with his dark cock hair. His prick throbbed and twitched inside her like a reptile. And for a moment she sat on him like that, quite still, her lovely nylon-encased legs jackknifed on either side of him on the desk top. Then she brought her hands up and braced them against his shoulders. She began to fuck him violently, pumping her lush ass up and down like a machine.
"So good! Feels so good!" she raved, her eyes closing and opening again with lust. Her big tits swung back and forth crazily as she moved. And, as she dipped lower, the hard nipples scraped his chest.
Crombie lay still on his desk, letting the horny teenager do all the work. His cock had grown to an eight-inch column and it curved thickly into the sucking slide of her cunt. She was oozing all kinds of sticky syrup and each time she lifted up off him his prick shone like a wet branch. Her cuntlips were warped strangely around his throbbing prick.
"It goes so deep! It feels so good!" she wailed, her gorgeous face glistening. Her eyes were glazed over with lust.
The jism was boiling in Crombie's balls. He closed his eyes, tried not to look at the bouncing teenager. The sight of her squatting over him, dressed in virtually nothing but black silk stockings and, suspender belt, was driving him mad. And the lush feel of her hot young cunt sucking on his aching hard-on was paradise. Her nipples burned him each time they scraped over his chest.
"Is it nice? Does it feel good to fuck me?" she gasped, staring into his face. Her pretty blonde hair bounced wildly about her face.
He couldn't speak. Her cunt seemed to be peeling the outer skin off his poor tortured cock. He wanted to tell her to slow down, to give him a chance to hold himself back. But he couldn't. He glared at her, his mouth open stupidly.
Without losing her rhythm, Penny was raising her body up and back, sitting up straight on his outspread body. She tilted her head back and let her hair tumble back over her shoulders. Her huge ripe tits swelled and shifted in their bra, the bloated nipples poking up toward the ceiling. Her back arched, and her ass cheeks seemed to split even wider over the taut sac of his sizzling balls.
"I'm going to come!" Crombie panted at last, feeling himself on the very edge. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come inside you!"
"Yes! Yes! I want you to! Come inside me! Fill me full of jism! Yes! Oh yes!" she whimpered, fucking up and down on his steel-hard cock. "I love cum! I love it!"
Crombie remained motionless on his desk, trying his best to hold back his swirling jism. It was impossible. The hot teenager was simply too much for him. She speeded up her fucking, driving herself up and down on him wantonly. And she scooped up her tits in her hands and squeezed them, half out of her mind with lust.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Crombie grunted. Great sizzling bolts of jism were spurting from his cock tip, blasting up into Penny's pussy like water from a hose. He lifted his ass off the desk and began to fuck her back at last.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Penny wailed. "You're coming! I can feel you coming inside me!"
Again and again his prick twitched inside her cunt, belching out thick slabs of cock cream. They sprang out like hot pellets of wax, drenching her insides with goo. And as she continued to fuck him the spunk squished from her cunt and dribbled thickly down the trunk of his cock. The silver jism pooled stickily in the curls of his pubic hair.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he croaked, ramming his cock deep inside her now, carving her poor ravaged pussy viciously. The sight of his jism sliding down his cock like wax down a candle was too much. He wanted to pump her full of cum. He wanted to blast her so full of cum she would be spitting it up.
"I love it! I love it!" she crooned, leaning low over him once more. "Fill me full of it! Fill me!"
Another jet of spunk shot up into her cunt. And another. His balls kept cranking out the stuff. And the more jism he gave her, the more she seemed to want. She couldn't seem to get enough of it. She bent her neck and watched the cum roll down the sides of his cock. Her cunt hair was matted with the white stuff.
"Yes! More! Oh God!" she ranted, bucking crazily up and down. Her tits bounced and rolled in their harness. The nipples appeared about to burst.
"Ungh! Ungh!" he grunted, fucking his hard-on through all the slop. What a hot little bitch she was. She couldn't get enough cock, or enough cum. There was no slowing her down.
Sizzling hot wads of spunk burst from his cock and drenched her insides. His cock head was exploding. Her pussy was clogged with fuck cream, and more and more of it sluiced free of her pussy lips and drooled down his prick. She reached down and scooped up a fistful of the steaming slop. Then she began to smear it back and forth across her belly, coating the golden skin and soiling the taut black strap of her garter belt.
"I love it! I love cum!" she wailed on. Her cunt was twitching. It was sucking at his spurting prick madly, milking out every last bolt of slimy paste. Her bloated cuntlips were red and raw and gleaming under their layer of jism.
"Oh my God, oh my God," he was wheezing, his face shining with sweat. "I'm empty. I'm empty. You've drained me dry."
His cock had stopped spurting jism a last. He quit fucking and let his ass sink to rest on the desk top. She slowed with him, convinced at last that she really had pumped out all his jism. And she rested for a moment, rolling her crotch around and around on him in slow lazy movements, keeping his prick buried deep inside her pussy. She rubbed his cum into her belly.
But then she lifted up off him a bit. Her cunt slid up his cock just high enough for the bloated cock head to plop free. His hard-on stuck up between her legs like a thick spike her pussy lips clung to the very tip of the prick head tenderly. She reached for her pussy folds and pulled apart harshly.
A great gleaming pool of gooey white spunk oozed free, bathed the top of his cock, then slid down the cock head and trunk on all sides. She lowered her head and together she and Crombie watched as the thick layer of cum dripped down like wax. Wads of spunk followed, slithering from her cunt as she pried the cuntlips wide. His cock glistened with the stuff and bent a little to one side so that ropes of jism dripped off.
"See how much cum you shot off! You filled me with cum!" Penny moaned. She was pressing her cuntlips together then cranking them wide apart, forcing the turn out in great white globs.
Crombie couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Was this little girl some kid of weirdo or what? She seemed fascinated by the cum and the way it drooled from her wet pussy. She squatted over him, nude but for her string bra and suspenders and stockings, prying her cunt open so they could watch his fresh jism drool over his wilting cock. He had never seen anything so erotic in his whole life.
"You naughty man, you filled Penny with cum! Look what you did to her! Look!" she went on childishly. She gripped his prick in her hand, drew up strings of cum that webbed her fingers together. Then she began to smear his cum once more onto her belly.