Becky Jane Johnson hated taking dictation. She hated taking dictation because it meant that she had to stand in front of Wendell Rathers for at least half an hour while she jotted down orders to be filled, itineraries to make, greetings and salutations from the Rathers Wrench Company.
She never did understand why she had to take dictation standing up.
Wendell Rathers knew why he wanted his voluptuous secretary to stand up while taking dictation. Just like he knew he had to be sitting down, slumped in his executive chair, while he dictated to his voluptuous secretary.
Because Wendell liked to look at panties while he dictated the affairs of his wrench company. Like now, he could see that Miss Johnson was wearing lemon-yellow panties, very frilly around the edges, and there was just a tad bit of some kind of stain at the crotch. Wendell figured that she had gotten very hot and horny one night and couldn't get the stain out using Clorox; or she was very hot and horny now as she stood at the front of his desk taking dictation.
It was very amazing the way Wendell Rathers, president of the Rathers Wrench Company, could see his voluptuous secretary's panties. It was amazing in many respects. For one, it had taken a lot of money to pay for a custom-built desk that had all kinds of neat devices. For another, it was very expensive to have a mirror installed beneath the carpet and an electric door that would lift the rug like a trapdoor and allow the mirror to come up and out from beneath the desk.
Of course, the mirror could be tilted to many angles by the foot pedals beneath Wendell's desk.
He pushed the pedal and the mirror crept out from under the desk, almost hitting Becky Jane's ankles as she took dictation.
Ah, now Wendell could see up those miles of trim calves and sleek thighs all the way to her panties.
And double ah, because with another push on the pedal a magnifying mirror took the regular mirror's place, and allowed Wendell a very good close-up of those lemon-yellow panties with the cum or some kind of juice stain at the crotch.
Yes, that was a cunt-juice stain all right. Because it was very opaque-looking, yet still distinguishable.
Yes, that was pubic hair that made a shadow behind the cunt-juice stain at the crotch of those sexy lemon-yellow panties. Wendell knew it was pubic hair because it pooched out the crotch of those panties.
Becky Jane was very hairy around her pussy. Some of the strands of pubic hair had strayed beyond the tight elastic waistband, and Wendell could see that she had red pubic hair.
Wow!
Becky Jane Johnson was a true redhead. Wendell liked redheads.
He took his eyes off the mirror, and looked at the rest of the fuckable woman standing before him. What a beautiful, sensuous, edible woman.
As he dictated a letter to an irate customer that had complained that one of his monkey wrenches had split in half when he had hit his wife over the head with it, Wendell tried to imagine what those huge tits looked like on Becky Jane's chest.
It was hard to see her tits. Well, actually the outlines of her tits were easily made out. Shit, they had to be at least forty-inchers. Which naturally made her chest look outstanding to horny, blue-balled farts like Wendell Rathers.
But he wondered if she had big nipples. Wendell preferred his tits to be big with big nipples. Yeah, she had to have big nipples because girls with forty-inchers tend not to have small nipples.
Becky Jane felt very uncomfortable. She hated taking dictation. Not only because she had to stand up and take shorthand, but because her tits always made her shoulders slump forward with their cumbersome weight whenever she was in a perpendicular position.
She preferred the horizontal position. Like last night, when she had been very horizontal. Laid out flat by an ex-boxer named Buster "One Punch" Hyman.
Wow, what a cock. Wow, what a punch.
As she stood there listening to Wendell's sonorous voice, she remembered getting punched out by Buster Hyman and his big cock. His very big cock. The biggest cock that had ever fucked her.
And, for secretaries like Becky Jane Johnson, remembering how big a guy's cock was more important than asinine things like a guy's personality or his character. Yeah, he had a big cock all right.
Her cunt would never feel the same after getting fucked like she had last night. Christ, just thinking about that foot-and-a-half-long cock made her cunt-lips tingle, which produced more cunt-ooze, which naturally made a puddle at the crotch of her panties; which, of course, Wendell Rathers could see very obviously by tilting the mirror some more.
How could she know it was a foot-and-a-half-long cock that had fucked her last night? Because she had measured it – things like that were very important to secretaries who are very lonely and who search for the biggest cock in the world.
She had taken the yardstick out and measured Buster's fuck just before he had fucked her.
And Buster had felt like crap when she had measured his cock. People had always been measuring him throughout his career as a prizefighter. Always putting his vital stats in the newspaper whenever he fought. Like the time, the fucked-u newspaper had matched his stats against Georgie "Two-Punch" Pike.
Arm reach: 42 inches. Full extended: 48 inches. Biceps: 16 inches. Flexed: 18 inches.
Hat size: 9. Inflated: 91/2.
And row he couldn't believe that Becky Jane Johnson, the sweet-looking babe he had picked up at the park when he was supposed to be jogging, was more interested in the size of his cock instead of his personality or his character.
"Gee, Buster, look how big your cock is. Wow, it's about a foot long when it's soft. Wow, how big does it get when it's hard?"
Cock: 12 inches. Extended, flexed and inflated: 18 inches.
Buster didn't care, he didn't want to be treated like meat on the hoof. He was a boxer with a heart, with something else that he wanted to offer to a woman other than a foot-and-a-half long cock.
"Shit, Becky, I don't care how long my prick is…"
"I…"
"Why? Is that all you think of me? That I'm all cock?"
"No! Of course, you're not all cock, Buster. You gotta nice set of lips. And I bet you can really eat out a chick's cunt, can't you?"
Buster shook his head. "Look, so what if my cock's only a foot long when it's soft. I mean, I just don't give a shit…"
"I don't care."
"Why?"
"Because I can just see your cock getting all hard and stiff. And then when you fuck me with it, I want to feel your jizz shooting into my throat instead of in my womb-and with a cock as big as yours, it'll feel like it's in my throat instead of my womb."
"Jesus Christ, Becky! No man's got a cock big enough to fuck all the way into a chick's throat."
"Wanna bet?"
Before Buster could answer, or laugh, or shrug, or say: "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" Becky was devouring his soft cock. Not all of it, because she had never sucked on a foot-long cock when it was soft.
Buster gasped: "Ooooooooh Ggoodddddd!Christ, Wait a minute!"
"Huh-uh," Becky moaned, running her lips teasingly all around the shaft before gobbling on the rubbery cockhead.
Buster couldn't believe it. Christ, he had picked up some pretty wild chicks when he was supposed to be jogging through the park. But Becky Jane Johnson was the wildest.
Nobody had come on stronger than she had. But then again, when a voluptuous-looking chick is jogging through the park wearing crotchless tight ski pants and a tight sweater with no bra on and eating a huge hunk of salami, it's very easy to see that she's hungry for something more human than a hunk of Genoa.
Now Buster watched her eat his salami. Oooooohh, God! Her mouth looked so bloated with cock. Her lips were nibbling on his loose foreskin, trying to unloosen the loose skin around his prick and make the whole prick stand hard and erect.
She was doing a very good job.
Buster's prick was rising fast and hard in her gobbling mouth. Shit, only four inches of his cock was outside her cocksucking mouth, and he knew that a lot of his prick had to be in that tight-sucking throat.
"Ooooooh, whatta cocksucker! Oooooh, whatta throat! Jesus Christ! Easy, Becky, easy! Shit, I'll shoot in your fuckin' mouth if you don't suck easier!"
Becky sucked easier. She didn't want his jizz coming into her belly via her cocksucking mouth. She wanted his jizz in her belly via her cocksucking pussy.
And besides, she had to slow down because there was about four inches of prime cock-meat that she couldn't gobble on because she had never sucked a foot-and-a-half-long cock. Oh, there had been plenty of foot-long cocks that she had sucked and fucked; and they were easy to munch on for a girl who's blown about eighty-four pricks in the last four years.
But this cock was enormous.
She stopped sucking, moving back on the cock very slowly, her mouth becoming a Hoover vacuum cleaner as her head raised up.
"Ooooooooh, God! Jesus! Your sucking's so good!"
Becky's mouth popped off the cockhead, and she took a good grip on the shaft to hold it upright, to make it stand very stiff and all so she could grab the yardstick and measure what her mouth had built.
Wow! An eighteen-inch prick!
Jesus! The guy wasn't human! No human had an eighteen-inch prick! Christ, how do guys get eighteen-inch pricks? Pull on it every hour? Do stretching exercises? God wouldn't dare bless a baby boy with a cock that would be eighteen inches when the boy became a man, would he? Becky was awed by the prick she held tightly.
It was like seeing the Empire State Building for the first time. Or the Egyptian pyramids. It was the eighth wonder of the world.
Buster grimaced. "Goddamn, Becky! You're squeezing the shit out of my cock!"
Becky nodded, smiled wryly. "Will it hurt when we fuck?"
"Nah, my cock's never been hurt when I fucked a chick."
"No, no, what I meant was, does it hurt the girl when she gets fucked by your prick?"
"Yeah, they scream a lot."
"Oooooooooh."
Buster was going to tell her that some girls had refused to sit on his prick for fear that it would feel more like an ass-backwards childbirth. And some refused simply because they knew after they'd fucked Buster's prick that their cunts would be too loose for any other man and they'd have to keep hounding Buster to fuck them. And some refused because they were fearful of heights, like standing on top of the Empire State Building.
He was going to tell her all that, but he didn't get the chance. He didn't get the chance because Becky's pussy was poised over his cock ready to scale the heights of his Empire State cock.
Then her pussy wasn't poised over his cock any more. Her pussy was plunging down very rapidly, and Buster could see his shaft bending this way and that as her cunt sat on his prick.
"Aaahieee! God! Whatta cock!Jesus ! It hurts so good!"
Buster broke out in a sweat. Sweating like after hour-long workout on the punching bag. Perspiring like after an hour with the old medicine ball. But, whereas he usually felt pain when he worked out, he now felt pleasure as his cock was smothered by the hot, squishy flesh of a cunt that was being spread open by his prick.
"Aaaiiieee! God! God! God! No cock's every been this deep before! Christ! It feels like it's in my belly!Oh God! It hurts so good! Shove it in!" Shove it in?
Christ, she had been doing all the shoving and pushing. She had been the one who wanted to fuck his foot-and-a-half-long cock. Christ, Buster was a counter-puncher, not a boxer.
Then he felt her cunt-lips snugging around the base of his cock, and his prick felt like it was fucking a tight, meaty toilet-paper tube instead of something that belonged between the long lithe legs of a secretary who craved eighteen-inch cocks.
Becky felt his balls nudging her asshole, and she knew that his cock was all the way in. God, it hurt all around her pussy, inside and out. And the agony of his cockhead as it throbbed against her womb, and all those other things that God had put into a woman's belly so that they could feel how good an eighteen-inch prick felt as opposed to the everyday, average-sized, ten-inch cock.
Yes, there was a lot of agony in fucking a guy with an eighteen-inch prick.
But it was worth the effort, the pain, the labor, the sweat and the agony. Shit, it was like childbirth where the woman screams about her pussy feeling like it was being ripped inside out, but once the task was accomplished, there was always that look of serene happiness.
Now Becky was very happy. Serenely happy.
And Buster was happy, too. Because now that the fucking had begun, now that she had forced the action, he went into his role as a counter-puncher.
He grabbed her asscheeks very hard – oooooh, why did her ass feel like warm hot-cross buns? And he started lifting her up – ooooooooh, why did her cunt feel like a warm greasy rubber glove that had been placed on his cock and was now being pulled off?
Becky shuddered as her cunt-lips gripped the barrel of his cock as she was raised higher and higher-seventeen inches higher with just the throbbing glans acting as a stopper for all the hot cunt-juice that threatened to pour from her pussy.
"aaaaiiiieeee! Oh God! I can feel your cock throbbing against my clit! Oh, please! Jam your cock into my pussy! Oh Christ, whatta huge prick! I can't stand it!"
Buster's arms were running with sweat. His fingers felt like tense piano wires as he maintained his grip on her hot-bunned ass. He moved his hips in a clockwise circular motion.
Which tends to move his cock in a clockwise motion. Which tends to tease a chick's cunt as his glans throbs and moves against her oozing cunt-lips and erect clit.
Which made Becky hotter than hell.
It made her sweat a lot, too. It made her anticipate when he was going to shove his prick into her pussy after teasing her clit with the head of his cock.
"Ooooooh, please! please! Let me fuck your cock! Please don't tease me any more! I can't stand it! My clit's burning up! Ooooooh, please don't tease my clit any more!"
But Buster was content to tease Becky with the clockwise motions of his cock. His arms were getting a very good workout.
"Please! I can't stand it! Don't tease me any more! Fuck me! Fuck me! I can't stand it!"
So Buster didn't let her stand any longer. He let her go.
And her cunt came crashing down on his cock, smothering his prick in a pressuring ooze of meat and muscle, of sweat and sweet cunt-juice.
"Aaaaiiieeeee! Oh God! It's so huge!Jesus Christ! Your cock's so God Damned huge! I love it! It hurts so fucking good!"
Then, with Becky's hot cunt filled with his cock, Buster started into a counter-clockwise movement with his hips.
Which tends to move his cock around in her pussy like a baseball bat that a batter waves in the air before stepping to the plate. Only his cock wasn't a Louisville Slugger because it didn't have Babe Ruth's signature on the shaft, and it wasn't made of wood but, solid, blood-throbbing muscle.
Beck collapsed on Buster's chest, let her titties smash against the hard sweaty flesh of his upper torso. She couldn't believe how much pleasure was coursing through her pussy as his cock did magical things while it moved in a counter-clockwise motion.
Her clit was being rubbed raw. Her cunt-tube was being stretched by a cock that felt more like a bat. Her womb was being entered where no average-sized cock had ever entered.
She was, to say the least, getting fucked.
And she liked getting fucked. In fact, she loved getting fucked. Especially by an eighteen-inch cock owned by somebody who knew how to use his eighteen-inch cock to satisfy a woman's fuck-need.
Now Rocky's ass felt as if it had been placed in a vise, and her body felt as if it were in the hands of a master puppeteer who was making a puppet out of her flesh. She was being lifted up and down on that eighteen-inch prick, her cunt-lips being titillated with each eighteen-inch stroke.
Now Buster was really counter-punching, dodging his cock this way and that, slamming and bruising into the wet, hot hole of her pussy. And, as he lifted Becky up and down on his cock, he was jabbing his prick upward into the guts of her pussy.
"Oh God! I feel so fucked!Jesus Christ! Fuck me! Oooooooooohhhhhhhh, Goddddddd! I'm cccooommmiiinnngggg! Chhhrrriiissttt! I'm ccoommmiiinnngg!"
Buster could tell she was coming because her pussy was grabbing his cock, nibbling at the expanding glans, sucking hard on the shaft. And the noise of their fuck filled the room.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
And between squishes she was screaming: "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Then the squishes were coming so fast and furious they sounded like on long squish.
Squiiiiiiiiiissssssshhhhhhhhhh!
And she was in the throes of ecstasy, and her voice was becoming hoarse because instead of saying, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she was saying, "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"
And through all the garbled noise that filled the room, Buster could hear the sounds of other people getting fucked in the studio apartment next to Becky's. Probably other secretaries getting their share of cock on a typical relaxed Saturday where they had nothing better to do than fuck cock and write letters to Mom and Dad telling them that they were going to get a raise and that they were good little girls.
Then the sounds faded because Buster's cock was now an enormous piece of meat. Now it was a bat that Babe Ruth couldn't lift. Now it was a Louisville Slugger that only Paul Bunyan, or Goliath, or the Hulk could autograph. And it was getting bigger because his balls had deflated somewhat because they had forced the cupfuls of jizz up into the massive shaft of his cock.
Now the jizz was at the tip of his prick.
"Aaaaiiiieeee! Christ! You're gonna come! Your cock's getting soooooo big! Oh, Jesus! Here it comes!"
Becky went crazy, went delirious, went insane as she fell that cockhead expanding her womb. Jesus! It was sooooo big!
And it was getting bigger as the cock-slit expanded and made the glans throb and shake. And as his cock throbbed and shook, it created quite a stir in Becky's tight womb.
"I can feel your fucking cock in my womb! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my womb! Fuck my ovaries!"
Inspired by such enthusiasm, Buster let go – well, what really happened was his prick let go and shot a filthy wad of seed deep into her pussy, deep into her womb, scattering like birdshot and searching out that egg that wasn't there because she was on the pill.
Buster screamed: "Aaaarrrgggghhhh! Oh shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit!"
And it wasn't because the way Becky fucked felt like shit. It was because of the tremendous pressure all that cum had put on his balls and cock when he had been fucking in and out of her tight hole. Now, like shit, lie was glad to get rid of all his extract.
And Becky was still crazy, insane and delirious. Shit, nothing had ever felt better! Nothing had ever reached her womb and shot semen that felt like birdshot as it searched out her egg.
"Aaaiiiieeeee! Jesus! You've got so much cum! Keep commmiiinnnggg! Oh shit! It hurts so good! Whatta big cock! Fuckfuckfuckfugkfuckfuck!"
Then Buster felt his cock shooting the last wad of his cum and he felt very relieved, very tired.
And Becky felt very fucked. And, as his cock shrank back to its normal foot-long size, all that birdshot and cunt-juice started dribbling out of her pussy, soaking his pubic hair with a mess of white and opaque fluid.
"Jesus! Whatta cock!"