Jerry strode down the carpeted hall toward his office. The sick, sour knot in his guts had not been caused by the lunch he had just consumed. It was disgust with himself that was making his guts ache. In the week since the sailing episode, guilt had been gnawing at him like an evil worm. And today, at lunch, the sight of the leggy young waitresses in their ultra-short skirts and tight white blouses had actually given him a hard-on. He had admired the girls at his usual restaurant before, but never with such a rutting, instinctive reaction as today. He was disgusted with himself.
He noted that his secretary's desk was unoccupied. It was not unusual at lunch hour. One of the other girls in the office would be covering the telephone. The elegant wood-grained door opened silently, the expensive bronze latch barely whispering when he turned the knob.
He froze in the doorway, stunned to see someone in his chair. Then he relaxed, recognizing his secretary's short, stylish, jet-black curls. Swiveled around with her back to the door, she was tilted back and had her feet on the bookcase as she talked on the phone. Languidly, she twisted the cord around one finger as she talked.
Something about her pose reminded Jerry of his daughter's telephone style.
For a moment, Jerry debated what to do. He didn't mind her using his phone for what was obviously a personal call. Diane Carter was the best secretary he had ever had. He was certain she had a very good reason to want privacy. His sense of fair play battled with curiosity as he fought the urge to eavesdrop. For a moment he debated leaving until she was done, but decided against it. He had an important meeting in an hour that he had to prepare for.
Quietly, he closed the door behind him, knowing it wouldn't do for other secretaries to get the idea they could do what Diane was doing. Then, deliberately trying not to disturb her, he went to his desk and started to reach for the papers he needed.
Then he saw the long, graceful expanse of leg she was showing. Her skirt had slid way up her thigh. His pulse hammered. He was standing behind her, looking down on her from above. He had never realized her breasts thrust out so far. Diane's tallness gave a false impression of slenderness.
Jerry fought down the urge to stroke her hair tenderly. Suddenly his body was hot with desire, making him angry with himself, and with Diane. His lips tight with anger, he picked up the papers he needed and went over to the couch along one wall. Sitting down, he put his feet up on the law table in front of the couch and tried to concentrate.
But his gaze kept drifting over to Diane. She was talking softly, her voice barely audible over the soft rush of the air-conditioning. He couldn't actually hear what she was saying, but something about the tilt of her head and the languid motions of her hand gave him the impression it was a romantic call. Her legs were squirming slightly, making her thighs press and rub against each other sensuously. Jerry didn't need a lesson in body language to appreciate the sexual aspect of her moves.
His own horniness increased by leaps and bounds as he surreptitiously studied his pretty secretary. From this angle, not quite a profile view of her, her legs were more attractive and exciting than ever. He played a mental guessing game as to whether she was wearing a bra or not. The soft material of her blouse was molded to the exciting perfect roundness of her breasts. Was that the sharp point of an excited nipple, or was it just the cut of her blouse? He wasn't sure. If she wasn't wearing a bra, she had one fine pair of tits, full and firm and lush.
His hard-on back, Jerry shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Diane emitted a soft, throaty, sexy laugh, and Jerry felt a surge of jealousy toward whoever she was talking with. Then, furious with himself, without thinking, he flung the papers onto the table.
They landed with a sharp smack. Diane whipped around, shocked. Seeing him, glowering angrily as he slouched on the couch, she naturally assumed that he was furious with her for using his office. Blushing furiously, she stammered apologies into the receiver and quickly hung up.
When she swung the swivel chair around Jerry got an unobstructed view of her skirt. He saw her sleek thigh, the top of her stockings, even a tantalizing flash of panties and one of her garter straps. Jerry's lust had soared, and right along with it, his disgust with himself. He glowered at the toes of his well-polished shoes, and jammed his hands down in his pockets. He was trying to disguise the bulge of his erection, an erection that made him even angrier with himself. He wondered just why he had been created so damn big down there.
"I'm awful sorry, Mr. Anderson," Diane apologized desperately, standing up and letting her skirt fell back into place. "I didn't expect you back so soon. I – this is the fist time I've ever used your office like this, and…"
Jerry tried not to look at her, knowing his eyes would get him into trouble if he did. He hadn't even hired her for her looks. In fact, if she hadn't been so damn well qualified, he probably wouldn't have hired her, just because she was so pretty. Now he a wishing be hadn't hired her.
"That's all right," he said gruffly.
"It's just that this guy I've been dating called, even though I told him not to call me at work," Diane rushed on. "I haven't been dating him long, and I'm kind of anxious, I guess. I didn't want to discourage him. It won't happen again."
Jerry had the feeling that this "boy" was rather special to Diane, and felt another irrational surge of jealousy. "I said it's all right," he repeated, more sharply than he meant to.
"Oh." Diane was subdued and concerned, and her blue eyes clouded with worry.
Jerry still didn't dare look at her, and continued glaring morosely at his shoes. "I'm sorry. I'm just in a rotten mood. It's nothing to do with you."
Diane took a deep breath, came around the table and sat down next to him on the couch. "Something awful happened an your day off last week, didn't it?"
"Huh?" Startled out of his funk, Jerry stared at her.
"I know it did. There's no use denying it. Being secretary to a man is almost like being married to him. I'll bet I know almost as much about you as your wife does."
Silently, Jerry told himself Diane probably did know more about him than Sue did. In fact almost certainly knew more. Sue had given no indication that she suspected that anything was wrong.
Diane put one soft, warm hand on his thigh.
"Would it help at all to-to tell me about it?" she offered hesitantly, leaning toward him with concern.
Jerry couldn't ignore the way his body heated up from the apparently innocent touch on his thigh. Without thinking he put his hand on tap of hers. Her skin felt soft and smooth and exciting. "I don't think you really want to be burdened with my problems," he answered.
She made no effort to extract her hand. Instead, she shifted closer to him on the couch. His right arm was extended along the back of the sofa, and she was inside its curve now.
She squeezed his thigh. "I don't mind. Really," she assured him.
He knew he couldn't tell her what was really bothering him. He couldn't tell anyone he had been unfaithful to Sue.
Then Jerry made the mistake of meeting Diane's concerned gaze. Her incredibly blue eyes were clouded with concern. Her mouth was pursed invitingly. Her hand was hot on his thigh. Her fine-boned shoulders were excitingly vibrant under his arm. He found himself drawing her closer, drawing her warm, exciting body against his. Her perfume reminded him of something wonderful out of his past, although he couldn't recall exactly what.
The first touch of her lips against his acted like an injection, directly into his bloodstream, of adrenaline and sex hormones. His entire body was flooded with overpowering sexual desire. The dignified office around him vanished in a haze of lust. Nothing existed but the soft warm lips moving excitingly against his, the slender, young, alive body in his arms, and that delectable whiff of haunting perfume.
Diane herself was overwhelmed with long frustrated desire. The conversation on the telephone had been intimate and exciting. But, what was really making her burn with passion was her long-suppressed love for her boss. Working with him almost every day for the past three yes, reaped and admiration had grown to love. She had never, until now, revealed that love to him. She had hidden her burning desire for him, and shown her devotion to him only through her excellent work.
But now, all restraint was gone. She twisted toward Jerry and pressed her lithe young body against his without reservation. Taking the hand that had been on top of hers, she guided it to one of her breasts, pressed his palm against that hot, soft mound. She drove her chest against his hand. Her nipple stiffened and pushed through the soft, satin blouse.
When she felt his fingers tighten on her lush mound, she released his wrist, confident he would keep possession of her breast. She put her hand back on his thigh, higher up, and slid it toward his crotch. She encountered a mammoth lump under his trousers and traced its outline with her finger.
The man was huge. Her body blazed with desire at the thought of having that monster cock jammed into it.
Jerry was drowning in the total experience of Diane Carter. The delectable feel of her body against his was fantastic, a combination of softness and hardness, hollow and curves and warmths that all boiled with sex. Her clean, fresh scent enveloped his head and sent his mind spinning. She tasted as crisp and warm and exciting as she felt and smelled. He gently explored her mouth with his tongue, probing and searching into every crevice, marveling at the velvet brushing of her tongue against his.
When she had taken his hand and guided it to her breast, he had been totally unable to resist her.
When he had felt that hot mound under his palm, he had known instantly she was not wearing a bra. That living flesh, separated from his hand by a single thin layer of cloth, sent his senses into a tailspin. The feel of her nipple, hard with desire, drilling at his palm, had been enough to make his fingers close instinctively on that warm, soft globe. He felt the way he had as a teenager, the first time he had ever touched a girl's tits. He couldn't believe it was possible for anything to be so soft and so exciting.
Then she was caressing his prick through his trousers. Jerry was afraid he was going to come right in his pants from Diane's feathery exploration of his cock. He could feel hat liquid oozing from his prick. His body was knotted with a blazing lust he was totally unable to control.
Without his even thinking about it, his hand left her breast and searched for the buttons down the front of her blouse. There were only three of them, and they slid through the buttonholes as if they were anxious to escape. Then Diane's breasts were bared to his touch and he grabbed one of them. It felt immense. It was a magnificent thrusting mound of female flesh, soft and satiny, warm and alive, obediently molding itself to his pressing palm and gripping fingers. There was a pebble-hard lump digging at his palm, an exciting, excited nipple reaching for all the stimulation he could give it.
Finally breaking the kiss, Jerry looked at what his hand had gathered in. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of the most magnificent pair of tits he had ever seen. Diane's blouse was spread wide open. Her breasts were gorgeous, heavy and full and round and firm. Her areolas formed volcano-like cones, and were capped with neat, cylindrical nipples, which were thrusting and engorged with lust. Her breasts were milky white, flawless except for one mole, placed like a beauty mark on the inner curve of one globe, an inch from her nipple. That one dark dot served to emphasize and accent the pale perfection of her flesh.
Sitting inside the curve of Jerry's arm, Diane posed unashamedly for him. While he gazed at her tits with unconcealed admiration, Diane undid her cufflinks, simple gold ones he had given her one Christmas. He had said they were a bonus for all the unpaid overtime she had put in. For her, they had been much, much more. Now, at least, she was presenting herself to him the way she had wanted to for a long, long time. Slipping her arms out of the sleeves of her blouse, she let it fall off onto the couch.
While he feasted his eyes on her bare torso, she teased the knot of his necktie loose, then slid his suit jacket back off his shoulders and helped him out of it. Carefully, she draped it over the arm of the couch. Then she unbuttoned the front of his shirt to bare his powerful tanned chest and its sprinkling of curly blond hair.
In a few minutes he was as bare above the waist as she was. Then she was in his arms again, and he felt her warm flesh against his, her soft breasts pressing into his hard chest. He felt as if they were Adam and Eve, first discovering their bodies after tasting the forbidden fruit.
And this we forbidden fruit. He knew it was forbidden. But there was no way in the world he could stop now. His lust was searing through him like boiling lead. His hands roamed wildly over the sleek expense of her naked back, brushing over her soft skin, feeling the graceful fine lines of her bones under her flesh, the rippling play of her graceful, feminine muscles as she hugged him. Their mouths welded together in a second searing, sucking kiss.
She squirmed in his arms like a trapped animal. The delicate writhing mashed her skin against his, scraped her nipples along his hairy chest. She was as sinuous as a snake as she writhed in his grasp. She made him feel vibrantly alive from his head to his toes, more aware of his nerve endings than he would ever have believed possible.
When she pushed away from him, his heart nearly stopped with terror. He was too far gone now. If she tried to deny him what he wanted, what he needed, he knew he would have no choice but to take it, forcefully. He was no longer entirely human, and he knew it.
He crouched on the sofa, his muscles coiled, then something told him that she wasn't running away. He held himself in check as she got up.
She stood in front of him, facing him, her blue eyes glittering with passion. Her teeth flashed white through her partially opened, glistening lips – lips that showed the flush of lust and bruising kisses.
She reached across her bare torso to unfasten the waistband of her short skirt. The skirt dropped around her ankles and she stepped out of it, bent gracefully to pick it up, and hung it intimately with his jacket over the arm of the couch.
Jerry's chest tightened at the sight of her near nudity. She was now down to panties, stockings and garter belt. There were few secrets left about her body now. It was a body that needed no padding, no restraint, not even any support. It was young, and healthy, and womanly, and perfect. Jerry thought the sight of her beauty was going to kill him. Her long, nylon-sheathed legs were slim, tapered and graceful. The skin above the tops of here nylons was pale white, firm and flawless. Her black panties formed a stark contrast to the whiteness of her flesh. The black garter belt rode low on her hips.
Diane walked gracefully over to the door and locked it. The chance of anyone violating the security of the closed door was small. However, she wanted to be positive there wouldn't be any interruptions. She returned to the couch, and began taking off her nylons.
Jerry's eyes had tracked her to the door and back, as if a radar locking device was guiding them. He had noted the firm play of her lush, exciting buttocks under, her clinging panties, the graceful scissoring of her long legs with every step, the way her stockinged toes gripped the expensive carpeting.
When she had returned, Jerry had stood up almost as if he were a puppet on a string. Tie felt as if he were being controlled by a power outside his own body. He began unbelting his pants, and kicked off his expensive loafers.
The two of them undressed as if they were old marrieds in their own bedroom. But neither took his eyes off the other. Jerry's heart hammered as he watched Diane roll her stockings down, then balance gracefully at the last moment to be rid of first one, then the other.
Diane eyed him hotly as he stripped his trousers down. The boxer shorts he wore were totally inadequate to contain the monster tower of his erect cock. They were tented out so far it looked as if the seams were going to burst. They were stained with the visible evidence of his desire for her. His tanned, hairy legs were powerful and masculine.
Diane unfastened her garter belt, tugged the straps up out of her panties, and flipped it aside casually. Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and eased them downward.
Jerry froze, paralyzed. He felt as if he had never before seen a woman naked. He felt as if be were a pimply-faced teenager getting his first glimpse of live woman flesh.
The sight of Diane's full, thick pubic bush jarred him out of his paralysis. He heaved his shorts down over his mammoth cock, exposing his crotch only seconds after Diane had exposed hers. He was nearly as naked as she was. Finally, balancing awkwardly, he hauled his socks off.
Diane moved around him to the couch, never taking her eyes off of him. Her gaze was fastened boldly and eagerly on the monster thrust of his hard-on. She had never seen such a cock. She had never imagined such a beautiful prick existed. Her cunt was drooling in anticipation.
Jerry watched Diane circle him, his fists clenched tight. Her naked body moved with a fluid pace, a languidly sexy ease that made his every nerve blaze. Her breasts quivered enticingly with each slow, sultry step. Her nipples jutted forward provocatively. Her long, sleek thighs rubbed silently at each step, as the black patch of her pussy was alternately concealed, then revealed.
She sat down in front of him. She was still staring hungrily at his cock. She lay back on the couch, her gaze still riveted to his thrusting, impatient prick. Then she daintily lifted her feet to the couch. She squirmed to the back of the sofa and rolled so that she was not quite on her back, not quite on her side. She deliberately and carefully left a wide space on the couch next to her.
Her head on one of the small, soft throw pillows, she spread her legs. She bent the upper one, opening the path to her cunt in one smooth, graceful motion.
She was presenting herself to him totally. Her arms were open to him, as was her crotch. Her blue eyes burned with searing desire. Her lips glistened with lust.
Jerry was on fire. He lowered himself carefully to the couch, stretched out and moved into her embrace. He didn't stop to wonder how he had gotten into this position with his secretary. He didn't think of his wife, or his business, or his self-respect, or his guilt. All he was capable of thinking of, if it could be called thinking, was mating with this beautiful ivory-skinned female.
He pressed the long, hard, hot length of his body to the soft, hot length of hers. He fitted smoothly between her thighs and into her arms, like a well-oiled piece of machinery. He felt the thick scratchiness of her bush against his cock. He eased his hips up, and felt the head of his massive prick push through her thick forest and into her dripping, scalding, slippery opening. There was no need for guidance. He pushed his ready prick into her burning, velvet cunt and felt her hot flesh embrace his cock. His lips met Diane's in still another sucking kiss. Teeth clashed against teeth as tongues probed and battled. Breasts were crushed against a hard chest with bruising force as body tried to melt into body. And cock penetrated pussy, a hot knife stabbing deep.
It was so good, that incredibly filling prick being thrust home in her hungry cunt. The feeling of the ripples in her vaginal walls being stretched smooth by that marvelous bulk was something she had never experienced before. She felt like she was being spitted on a telephone pole as she took Jerry's prick into her body. She was overwhelmed by a mystical feeling of fullness and completion. It was as if this was the moment she had been created for. It was not an orgasm, quite, but it was a truly magnificent feeling and almost as satisfying.
Jerry's hips heaved upward and forward with a steady, mechanical thrust that he was totally incapable of controlling. His body was beyond controlling. The frustrations, the agonies, and the stimulation's he had received in the past week had eliminated all his restraint. His consciousness was obliterated by the searing physical pleasure of fucking his secretary.
The hot ball of his orgasm swelled and burst as he finished his first thrust into the hot hole of Diane's cunt. His balls swelled, tightened and pulsed in a series of blazing spasms. His glands added their secretions and their thrust to the blazing spurts of semen. His cock twitched, recoiled, twitched again, and again, and again, blasting wave after wave after wave of cum deep into the stretched, sucking tunnel of Diane's cunt.
A moan of agony was torn from Jerry's mouth as he was convulsed by the searing pleasure of his orgasm. Like a stupid, impatient, selfish brat he had climaxed before the girl under him had a chance to even begin to climb to her peak. Even while his cock was wringing the ecstatic drops of his fluid into her, he was knotted with shame and anger. He had used and abused this tender, willing woman with all the selfishness of a rapist. He felt mortified.
Diane had felt his coming, like the rumbling of an earthquake, deep in her guts. She had felt the pulsations of his cock with the stretched walls of her vagina. She had felt the thick, copious knots of cum slam against the strained end of her tube, spurt back between his hot meat and hers. But his quick coming had not left her feeling frustrated and angry at her own failure to climax. Instead, she was overjoyed that she had made her boss come so quickly. She had driven him beyond the limits of his powerful self-control. She had succeeded in stripping away his thoughtfulness and kindness and baring his pure primitive core.
Jerry tore his mouth away from hers and buried his face against her shoulder, "Awww, shit!" he swore softly, slumping with misery and shame.
Gently, Diane stroked his back, soothing him.
"It's all right," she assured him. "Really, it's all right."
Jerry was too ashamed to answer. He was panting softy as his prick retreated from her depths, shriveling uselessly in her hot cunt. His groin ached with a satisfaction he knew she was not feeling.
"You're not done yet," she whispered encouragingly, pushing him onto his back on the couch. "Not if I have anything to say in the matter."
Jerry was wallowing in guilt and disgust. He didn't particularly care what happened. He couldn't even commit adultery effectively. He might as well have been patronizing a whore.
"You're not done yet," Diane repeated, getting to her knees and moving down the couch, away from his head. "Not by a long shot." She was totally confident of her abilities. She was ready and wining to do anything for this man. She was not going to leave him wallowing in his misery, believing he had left her unsatisfied. She also knew that, as things were, he would not believe that she was satisfied just to have his cum dripping slowly out of her cunt.
Carefully, she captured the slimy, cum-coated sausage of his prick. His cock seemed to hang its head in shame in her graceful fingers. Tenderly, lovingly, as if she were soothing a distressed child, she lifted Jerry's prick and kissed its tip gently. She tongued it, tasting the salty metallic flavor of his cum and her oozings all mingled together in a delectable blend. She took the rubbery knob of his glans in her mouth, encircling it with her lips, bathing it with her tongue. She sucked his cock into her mouth, sucking it in as if it were a huge strand of spaghetti.
Jerry wanted to reach down and stop her. He wanted to insist that she spare herself the effort and the humiliation of such an act, but he didn't. He lay rigid and still under her oral ministrations, tough he didn't know why. As some kind of a punishment for his sins he willed him body not to respond to her sucking. But his body refused to obey. The burning rasp of her tongue ripping along the sensitive nerve endings in his glans triggered a renewed flow of burning blood to his cock. He felt the gates that admitted blood to his prick opening to the flow. And he felt the valves that restricted the escape of blood from his prick slamming shut. The untiring pump of his heart rammed wave after wave of blood into the chambers of his cock, and his organ swelled and swelled and swelled.
"Aaaawww," Jerry sighed harshly with a mixture of burning pleasure and blazing guilt and searing shame. He lifted his head and glanced down at his groin. The sight of the top of Diane's head suspended on the swelling, growing shaft of his cock sent a renewed rush of lust and shame through him. He let his head drop back down on the couch. He stared blindly at the ceiling, trying to make his mind a blank. All that did was focus his attention on how Diane's mouth felt around his cock. He felt the pricking of her teeth for a moment, then the rubbing velvety softness of her tongue. He felt her sucking his prick, and felt the delightful surge of blood this triggered.
Diane sucked on his cock eagerly, thrilled with the rapid response she was getting. She loved the way it drove anxiously toward the back of her mouth and wedged her jaw wider and wider with every throbbing beat. It was tangible, undeniable evidence of the effect she had on him. Also, it was an indication of the pleasure she was able to give.
In her current position she was better able to appreciate the size of Jerry Anderson's cock. The tower of gristle between her jaws was unbelievable, a living, thrusting monument of male desire.
Her cunt was dripping with frustration as she sucked and sucked on Jerry's cock. Finally, she had to have his prick in he where it really counted. She spat his cock out and crawled upward straddling his strong, hairy legs, feeling his masculine harshness against the satin tender insides of her thighs.
She reached his hips and stared down at him. Her face was flushed with lust, her chin dripping with saliva and the juices that had coated his cock. "Now," she whispered. "Now this one is for both of us."
Jerry was helpless as he lay under her. He looked up hungrily at her naked torso as she straddled him, proudly upright, her full breasts thrusting forward, her nipples sharply erect with excitement.
Lifting his head, he could see her open crotch and he thick, black bush, already juicy and matted with his cum. Through the soggy curls he caught a glimpse of her pale outer labia, and the hot pink flesh of her super sensitive inner lips.
She lowered herself, and as he felt the harsh scratchiness of her thick patch, he could see the head of his prick pressing into her.
He clawed a pillow under his head to ease the strain on his neck muscles. He felt the burning touch of her flesh against the head of his cock. He felt hot, wet folds embrace the tip of his prick, and watched, fascinated, as still more of his shaft disappeared.
Reaching down, Jerry spread the upper end of her labia a little wider, and touched her clit delicately with one finger.
Diane's face lit up with a lightning-like flash of pleasure. Her body convulsed and she took in a full inch of his prick all at once. Her eyes blazed hot with unconcealed pleasure as she looked down at him. Her pretty mouth was as much a raw gash of sexuality as the pussy his cock was being driven into.
Grateful that he was able to please her, Jerry pressed his finger down on her clitoris and rolled it gently against her pubic bone.
"Ooooh, yessss," Diane whispered eagerly as she spitted her body on the tower of his prick. She squirmed her way down on his monumental bludgeon, her entire body wriggling and twisting as she took it into her guts. Her breasts heaved with excited panting, and her stomach muscles writhed and convulsed with spasms of excitement.
"Uuungggghhh!" she grunted softly as she felt the head of his cock ram the end of her vagina. She settled her hips down on his. She sat brutally erect, as if his prick were a ramrod running straight up inside her body. Her head was tipped back, her upper lip beaded with sweat in spite of the cool, dry, air-conditioned air in the office. Her face was blank, a mask of passion as she savored the feeling of fullness his marvelous cock was giving her.
More in control of himself now, Jerry kept his finger on the button of her clit, rolling it gently. Then he pinched it carefully between his thumb and forefinger, as if he were plucking a very tender berry.
"Aawww!" Diane responded, writhing on the hot core of his cock, her body convulsing with pleasure. She felt his mammoth cock shifting in the hot, gripping sheath of her cunt.
Jerry delicately twisted the nubbin of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger again, his prick swelling still further at the sight and feel of Diane's pleasure. The sensation of her wriggling on the spear of his prick sent still another flood of blood into his already bloated cock.
Diane lifted off of him, and his prick slowly emerged from her, dripping wet, shining white in the black of her pussy hair. She lifted until she almost lost him, keeping just the tip of his cock cupped in her cunt.
Then she dropped, ramming his cock abruptly into her crotch. "Wharrrr!" she grunted, the air driven from her lungs by a convulsion that racked her entire body.
Jerry began pinching her clitoris in time with her up and down movements, and Diane thought she was going to faint with pleasure. She felt like an animal being roasted on a spit as flames bathed her body. Her muscles convulsed and twitched. A tidal wave of fluids burst from her glutted cunt and poured onto Jerry's already soaked pain.
Diane lifted again, and dropped, harder and more sharply this time. She gored herself on the cock in her guts. She lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped. Her body slammed down on Jerry's with a lewd, slapping sound. Her breasts quivered and shook at each impact. Her tongue lolled mindlessly from her mouth, making her look retarded. In a way she had become just that, since her intelligence was blotted out by the overwhelming animal pleasure that was roaring through her graceful bucking body.
His hands braced on the slippery plane of Diane's pelvic girdle, Jerry kept his thumbs on her clit. By gripping her with his fingers, he was able to avoid losing touch with her nerve bud. He pressed and rolled it against her pubic arch and between his thumbs.
"Awww-awww-awww-awww!" Diane panted as the flames from her vagina and her clitoris swirled and blended into a single spiraling fire storm that consumed her whale body. "Awww – I'm coming! I'm commmmming!"
Jerry's hips were thrusting up in counterpoint to her moves, making their bodies crash together even harder than they had been. The head of his prick slammed against the end of her vagina with each bruising thrust. The velvety walls of her cunt burned past his cock, creating searing new flames in his guts.
He was coming. He was erupting for the second time. He was shooting thick, burning gouts of cum into an already drowned vagina. His balls were convulsing and pumping, ramming wave after thick wave deep into her lush, hungry body.
The twitching and spurting of his cock drove her cunt to redoubled efforts. And the squeezing and milking of her cunt stimulated still more convulsions and eruptions from his cock.
Jerry was amazed to see a burning red flush spread up from Diane's crotch, up and out over her body until her whole torso was glowing with a flaming blush. Her eyes bugging out blindly, her mouth open and gasping for air, Diane looked as if she were suffering a fatal seizure.
Then she folded forward and dropped onto him, and her exhausted breathing reassured him. Weakly, he extracted his hands from between them and wrapped his arms around her sweat-slippery body. He stroked her slowly and tenderly as his prick slowly withdrew from her hot hole. His groin was one deep ache of total sexual satisfaction.
His guts were a pool of sick guilt. God, how easy it was, once you had fallen off the wagon. What was he doing to his wife and his family and his marriage of seventeen years? How long would it last? Sooner or later, Sue was going to catch on to what he was doing and her temper matched her red hair.