Gerald loved Paula dearly. The five years of marriage to her had been happy ones. But lately he'd been feeling the need for a little excitement in their lives. In their sex lives in particular. He was sure that deep down Paula felt the same way, though she'd never admit it. The problem was breaking her out of her shyness. She was so modest and reserved.
Now that problem had been solved, at least in part. All thanks to his old friend Hal. The dinner had been easy to set up, once he learned Hal would be teaching in their school. The sex had followed naturally, as he'd more than half expected. Watching his wife through the living room window had confirmed what he'd suspected for some time. Paula was ripe for a little extramarital fun and games.
And so was he.
He didn't tell Paula that he'd seen her with Hal through the window. He simply stayed away from the house for another fifteen minutes. Then he showed up with the promised bottle of wine. By then the two of them had cleaned themselves up and were in the middle of a discussion about school. The rest of the evening passed as if nothing had happened.
Paula seemed a bit nervous later, as she climbed into bed, but she made no attempt to tell him what had happened with Hal. Gerald was glad. He felt free now to have a little fun of his own. All summer he'd been waiting for this opportunity. He had the girl all lined up.
Her name was Trish. She was nineteen, and she worked as his part-time secretary down at the school. He'd recently been promoted to vice-principal, and this meant he got to spend most of every morning in his own private office along with his own private secretary. He'd had the hots for Trish for months, ad he was pretty sure she felt the same way about him. Now, finally, he could do something about it.
He rolled her into his office around ten-thirty and dictated a couple of letters. All the while he was watching her, trying to figure out the best approach. He had a hard-on in a matter of seconds, just from looking at her. There was a slit up the side of her dress and she had her legs crossed. He could see where the top of her black stockings was hitched to the elastic strap of her garter belt.
She returned his gaze. She kept batting her big blue eyes at him through her oversized gasses. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth every once in a while and she wetted her red lips, making them shine. Each time she shifted in her chair, her big tits wobbled inside her dress.
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Hale?" she cooed. "You seem awfully thoughtful this morning. No problems at home, I hope?"
"As a matter of fact, yes," he said, sensing his opportunity. "There are problems at home. I'm very upset with my wife." He got up from his chair and went around to sit on the edge of his desk in front of her. He spread his thighs, letting her get a good look at his bulging crotch. His hard-on was straining against the front of his pants.
"I think my wife is making it with another man. Can you imagine that, Trish? I think she's being unfaithful."
"That's terrible!" Trish purred. She put her pad and pencil aside and stared up at him. Again she batted her eyes and wetted her lips.
"What do you think I should do about it?" he asked. "It's all very upsetting."
The blonde secretary smiled and uncrossed her legs. She leaned forward in her chair and her big tits dented the front of her dress. She didn't say anything for a few seconds. Her eyes were locked on the mound bulging out the front of his slacks.
"I think there's only one thing for a person to do, when they find out their partner has been unfaithful," she said at last. "And that's for you to be unfaithful too. It even things out."
"Do you really think so?" he croaked. He couldn't take his eyes off her jiggling tits.
"Sure," Trish cooed. And very gently she reached out her hands and ran them up the insides of his thighs.
Gerald felt a tingle go through him. At last. It was happening at last. He was going to get it on with his stacked young secretary. And she seemed more than willing to get the thing started. He might not have to do much. He could always say later that she had seduced him, if anyone ever found out.
"I once found out that my boyfriend was cheating on me," she went on. "So I went right out and fucked three of his friends. I felt a lot better."
She rolled her chair closer to him, so that she was nestled cozily between his legs. Her hands continued to stroke up and down his thighs. She glanced up at him and smiled.
"So what do you think?" she purred. "Do you want to do a little cheating of your own? You seem to be ready for it."
She was again staring at the bulge in his crotch. And when he didn't answer, she took the tab of his fly between her thumb and forefinger and hauled it down. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants up wide. He lifted his ass off the desk and let her pull his slacks and shorts down past his knees.
His cock was over eight inches long. It swayed down between his legs like a thick hunk of hose. Trish glared at it, her eyes widening. She worked his pants and shorts off altogether, and then she ran her hands up the insides of his thighs once more. She smiled up at him and winked.
"I've been wanting to see this for a long time," she admitted. "I just knew it would be big and beautiful."
Her right hand curved into his crotch and took hold of his prick. She shucked it up and down in her fist, testing its thickness and weight. She tilted it from side to side, examining the blue veins pulsing on its side. Finally she bent down her head, opening her mouth, and stuck out her tongue.
"Oh, yes! Oh fuck, yes!" he moaned, unable to take his eyes off her lovely young face. He watched her pink tongue lick his cockhead once, twice, three times.
"This will make you feel better, huh?" she muttered. "In a few minutes you, won't care about your wife cheating on you."
She sank her mouth down over the head of his cock. Her lips closed tight around the top of the shaft. She began a gentle up and down motion with her head, licking the upper third of his prick and using her tongue on the tip. Her fist pumped up and down on the base of the shaft.
"That's terrific! That's fantastic!" he moaned, watching her cheeks swell and then hollow as she sucked. "Your mouth is so warm!"
"Mmmmm!" Trish hummed, curling her tongue around the head of his cock.
Her lips were soon sinking lower and lower on his prick. Four, five, six inches of cock disappeared into her mouth on every stroke. She removed her hand from around the base of his cock and tried to go even lower. She seemed determined to gulp every last inch of his hard-on into her face.
"That's amazing! Ooooh, fuck!" he groaned. He watched yet another inch of cock vanish between her lips.
Her head stopped bobbing up and down. She paused, with all but one inch of his prick locked in her mouth. She was snorting against the shaft. He could feel the breath escaping from her nostrils. He glared down at her, wondering what she was up to. Then he saw her lips creeping down over the final inch of his hard-on.
"All of it! You're going to take all of it!" he gasped. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk.
"Mmmmm!" Trish mumbled, her fingers clutching his naked thighs. Her lips crept down till all of his thick prick was in her mouth. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair.
She stayed quite still for several seconds, her lips vibrating around the base of his prick. Then, very slowly, she drew her mouth back up the length of the shaft. It emerged all wet and glistening. The blue veins throbbed in its sides. When the head slopped free of her mouth, it was purple and damn near steaming.
"Mmmm, did you like that?" she murmured. "Did it feel good to have all of your big hard cock stuffed into my mouth?"
"Oh fuck, yes!" he croaked, his balls trembling.
"If you're a good boy, I'll do it again for you. But first let me take a breather."
Trish's idea of a breather was to lick his cock from the head to the balls. She ran her tongue all the way down the underside of his prick, following its jagged seam to the pouch of his balls. Then she began swirling her tongue over the leathery sac, poking his balls up and down and from side to side. She nibbled at the tiny hairs sprouting there with her lips.
"Where did you learn to do stuff like this?" he grunted. "You're so young and sweet looking."
"Don't let my looks deceive you. I've had lots and lots of practice," she said, smiling.
She licked his balls for a while longer and then ran her tongue all the way back up the underside of his prick. His cock tilted from side to side but she followed it, never once losing contact. Her lips nuzzled the purple head again before slurping back down toward his balls.
"Would you like me to suck your balls?" she cooed, smiling up at him. "Would you like me to take them in my mouth and give them my very special suck-job?"
All Gerald could do was groan. He watched as her head tilted to one side and her lips opened. One of his balls rolled onto her outstretched tongue and blocked the oval of her lips. Then it disappeared altogether as her mouth closed round it. She bathed it in the wet heat of her mouth and tugged on it gently, stretching the skin of his ball-sac.
"Unbelievable! You're just amazing!" he croaked, glaring down at her. "Such a hot and dirty mouth you have!"
Trish was making low humming sounds as she sucked on his ball. Her tongue was curling every which way on it. But suddenly she was spitting it out with a wet plopping sound. She moved her mouth to his other ball and slurped it between her lips. She began sucking all over again.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good!" he hissed. "Suck my balls like that! Use your hot dirty mouth all over me!"
Her fist shucked up and down on his cock, keeping it up and out of the way of her muzzling head. It throbbed in her fingers, its blue veins pulsing. Her mouth tugged and slurped on his aching ball. Her tongue tickled it continuously. Every few seconds she glanced up into his face to judge, his reaction.
"You're going to make me cum, you little bitch!" he groaned. "My balls are melting in your mouth!"
He wanted to fuck her. It was what he'd wanted for months. But he couldn't stop her sucking his balls, or licking his cock. Her mouth felt too good. Instead he watched her helplessly and he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming. He would have to fuck her some other time.
"So soon?" she cooed, pulling her mouth off his aching ball. "And I was hoping to get this beautiful cock up inside me for a nice fuck."
Her tongue curled around over both his balls again. And then she scraped the pink pad all the way up the underside of his prick one more time. Her lips folded over the purple head. She sucked it roughly for maybe thirty seconds. She glanced up at him quickly and sank her wet mouth lower and lower on his solid prick.
Inch after inch of throbbing cockmeat slid between her lips. She angled her face to let the big head bump into her throat. With two inches to go she paused again, her nostrils flaring. Then she gulped the base of the prick into her mouth and snorted into his pubic hair.
"Ohhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, what a feeling!" he croaked, glaring down at her bleated face. "I swear I can't hold back much longer!"
Trish kept her mouth clamped around the base of his prick for some time. She shook her head from side to side, like a dog playing with a bone. Her lips sent vibrations all the way up the shaft. Gerald moaned, almost as if he were in pain. He couldn't believe that she could keep all of his prick in her mouth for so long.
"I'm going to cum, Trish, you sweet bitch!" he moaned. "If you don't stop I'm going to spurt any second!"
Her lips slid all the way up his cock, leaving it glistening. The big purple head popped free of her mouth and sat throbbing against her cheek. She gripped the base in her fist and grinned up at him. She was still wearing her big silly glasses and they had tilted slightly to one side.
"Do you want to cum in my mouth or in my face?" she purred, flicking her tongue along the side of the cock shaft. "Or do you want to get really kinky and shoot in my hair? Would you like to give me a sperm-shampoo?"
He groaned and gazed down at her helplessly. He didn't give her an answer and she didn't seem to expect any. She pumped his prick in her fist far a second or two and then suck her mouth down over it yet again. But now she didn't go very deep. She began sliding her lips up and down on the tip three inches of his cock keeping the base locked firmly in her fist.
He was a goner and he knew it. All he could do was stare down at her and wait for the end. He grunted softly as his balls twitched. He felt himself spurt off a monstrous wad of spunk into the back of her throat.
"Gggllggg!" Trish gurgled, her eyes rolling up. A thick string of white cum seeped from the cornet of her mouth and drooled down over her chin.
Her face and fist continued to pump up and down on him. But now her cheeks were bulging as jet after jet of steaming cum spurted into her mouth. The string of jizz pouring down her chin grew thicker, till it was dangling off her jaw like elastic. It was joined by another strand, from the other corner of her mouth, and a third overflowing the center of her lip.
She finally had to quit moving her mouth up and down on him. She was coughing, gagging, as the gross jets of jism shot into her throat. Her head reared back. His spurting cock slipped from between her lips and throbbed against her chin. Her fist still jacked it up and down gamely.
A jet of cum two feet long spurted up the left side of her face. It crossed her cheek and forehead and looped into her hair. A thick slug of it splattered the left lens of her glasses and hung there like silver paste.
She was angling his cock to the other side of her face, still tugging it harshly. And another long streamer of spunk fired up along the right side of her nose. This did exactly the same thing, soiling her cheek, her forehead, and the lens of her glasses before hitching itself into her hair.
Meanwhile thick slugs of silver cum were overflowing her lips and pouring down her chin. They hung off her jaw in short elastic strands before snapping and soiling her dress. Her tongue was buried under a blanket of white spunk. A thick rope of cum hung from her teeth.
One more jet of cum shot from his cock. This one fountained up the center of her face over the bridge of her nose. It curled to the left and dribbled over her eyebrow. Then it dribbled and drooled into the socket of her eye. His cock was empty at last. It oozed in her fist like a thick piece of hose.
She pumped it still, as if expecting more cum. When none appeared she stuffed it back in her mouth and sucked it some more. She had recovered from her short coughing fit. But jism still drooled from between her lips.
"You're all splattered with cum! Your face is draped with warm spunk!" he groaned as if he couldn't believe it.
"Mmmmm! Mmmm!" she moaned, obviously not minding one bit.
She let his cock slip from her mouth and grinned up at him. Then she used his prick to rub his cum all over her lovely face.