Don Turner, Linda's husband, had left some papers at the house and he was driving home that afternoon to pick them up. Approaching the house in his car, his thoughts were on his wife and daughter. He'd loved Linda very much when they were first married, but as he'd discovered one infidelity after another, his feeling for the lovely girl had faded. Knowing that his wife was fucking around with every man she could fine, Don had lost all desire for her. It was only his deep love for Jill that kept him from leaving.
Even though he knew Linda was balling around, Don couldn't bring himself to do the same thing. His moral standards were too high for him to follow Linda's way of life. At first it had been very frustrating for the man, but as he purposely became more arid more involved with his work, Don had pushed his sexual desires behind him.
Parking the car in the driveway and leaving the motor running, he entered the house through the back door and hurried directly to his den to pick up the papers. He was about to leave the house when he heard some shrill squeals coming from the living room. He would never forget the scene that met his eyes. A young red-headed boy was spread out naked on the couch and Don's nude wife was straddling his chest while the boy noisily sucked and licked her spit-drenched pussy. This was bad enough, but even worse was the sight of his eighteen-year-old daughter squatting over his loins with his cock plunging up into the teen's twat.
From where he was standing, Don could plainly see the ecstasy on Jill's face as the girl bounced up and down on the boy's stiff cock. The man hadn't seen his daughter's pussy since she was just a baby and he was surprised at the soft, shimmering pubic hair that surrounded her juicy pink slit. The sight of the girl's cunt faintly aroused him as did her firm breasts and big nipples. Glancing back at his wife, he half wished that it was his face cradled between her smooth thighs, sucking and licking up her sweet juices.
"Oh, honey," he heard his daughter squealing with joy. "It feels so good, honey. Your fuckin' cock feels so good."
Starting at his wife and daughter, Don was getting a hard-on for the first time in a long while. He felt guilty to be staring at his naked daughter, but the sight of her obscenely bare body was strangely exciting him.
Not wanting to cause any embarrassment, the man turned around and walked numbly out to his car. He knew that he would have to talk to Linda about this disgusting affair, but this wasn't the time.
Driving slowly back to the office, Don's cock was pounding frantically in his pants as he kept thinking about Jill's horny body. That golden figure with her sweet young twat had really excited him. He had no thoughts of ever having intercourse with the teen, but the memory of that slippery prick sliding in and out of her cunt was hard to forget.
"Becky," he said to his secretary when he returned to the office. "Will you cancel all appointments for this afternoon? I don't want to be disturbed."
"Certainly, Mr. Turner," she smiled. "Do you want me to bring you a cup of coffee?"
"Please," he answered, walking into his private office.
Sitting behind his desk, Don couldn't get his mind away from his daughter. He kept seeing her pink, moist slit with that stiff dick buried in it. He could vividly see the girl's long chestnut-colored hair flying around her flushed face as she bounced up and down over the boy's stiff cock.
He was still thinking about it when the door opened and Becky entered his office with the coffee. For the first time, Don suddenly realized that his secretary had the same long, chestnut colored hair as his daughter. She even had the same trim figure and golden tanned legs that were deliciously exposed beneath her short skirt.
"What's the matter, Mr. Turner?" Becky asked as the man stared at her with slightly glazed eyes.
"Nothing," he answered, dropping his eyes down to his desk.
"Here's your coffee," the girl smiled, placing the cup down.
"Thank you, Becky," he spoke after a short pause.
"My daughter is a beautiful girl," he continued in a dreamy voice. "She looks a bit like you."
Becky was startled by the man's remark. She'd had a crush on her boss since she first started working for him a year ago, and this was the first time he'd complimented or paid any attention to her. The handsome man was much older than Becky, but his charm and virile appearance had really turned her on.
Unconsciously staring at her legs under the short dress, Don idly wondered if she had the same chestnut-colored pussy hair between them as his daughter did.
A tingle of excitement rippled through her twat as she noticed the hungry expression in his eyes as he boldly stared at her legs. She had never seen the man in such an obviously horny mood, and Becky decided she wasn't going to let this chance slip away.
"What's your daughter's name?" asked Becky, realizing that her boss rarely spoke of his family.
"Jill," he answered as Becky walked around behind the desk and casually seated himself on it. Perched on the desk directly in front of the man, her inner thighs were subtly exposed beneath her short dress.
"That's a cute name," Becky smiled, brushing back her long hair.
"She's a cute girl," Don smiled, trying to avert his eyes from the smooth bare flesh of her upper legs.
"You haven't spoken of her very often," Becky said, squirming around on the desk top so that her short skirt worked up a bit higher on her legs. "Tell me more about her."
"Well," Don sighed, unable to think of anything about her except that sweet pussy he'd seen this afternoon. "She's a very pretty girl and she a senior in high school."
"Gee," his secretary giggled, coyly parting her thighs a bit. "It only seems like yesterday that I was in high school."
"Funny," be smiled. "But I think you must have looked a lot like Jill when you were her age."
"I'll take that as a compliment," she laughed, throwing her hair back and letting her legs part a bit more. Becky was pleased that she hadn't worn panties today.
"You are both lovely young ladies," Don stammered, unable to keep his eyes turned away from her partially spread legs. Looking at the golden-tan flesh of her thighs, he momentarily wondered if her slit was surrounded by the same silky, copper-colored hair as he'd seen around Jill's pussy.
"Do you have a picture of her?" Becky asked, squirming around on the desk and parting her smooth, shapely legs even further.
Don didn't answer. His cock gave a sudden lurch when the man's eyes caught a glimpse of her naked twat. He could see droplets of moisture glistening on her slippery wet cunt-lips that were delicately surrounded by soft, chestnut-colored pussy hair. He hadn't dreamed that his lovely young secretary wasn't wearing panties, and the sudden glimpse of her naked cunt almost stunned him.
"Well, have you?" the girl asked in a casual voice, noticing the wild expression on his face as he stared up between her legs.
"Have I what?" he stammered in a breathless voice.
"DO you have a picture of her?" Becky repeated, starting to gently swing her legs, causing her juicy cunt lips to imperceptibly open and close in a sensual manner.
"Who?"
"Your daughter," she giggled. "We're talking about Jill."
"Oh, that's right," he stammered, his face flushed with excitement. "No, I don't have a picture of her with me. Why?"
"I just wondered if she looked like I did," Becky answered, lewdly squirming her wet, exposed cunt around on the desk top.
Don Turner was so completely turned on by the sight of the young lady's bare snatch that his head was reeling with an excitement he hadn't felt for years.
"Mr. Turner," she suddenly suggested, secretly watching the big hard bulge throbbing in his pants. "I have some pictures of me when I was eighteen. Why don't you drive me home from work so I can show them to you."
"Why, er, that's a fine idea," he stammered, momentarily pulling his eyes away from her sweet cunt.
"I hope I looked like she does," she smiled, looking down at her boss.
Glancing between her legs again, Don was disappointed to see her thighs clasped tightly together.
"Well," she giggled, hopping down from her perch on the desk. "I'd better get busy or I won't be able to finish by five o'clock."
When the girl had disappeared from his office, Don sat perfectly still in his chair while his bursting cock throbbed wildly in his pants. He couldn't believe that he'd been staring at the lovely girl's naked wet pussy. He momentarily wondered if Becky had purposely let him see her cunt, but quickly decided that it had been the careless way she'd been sitting on the desk. Even if the glimpse had been accidental, his prick was almost bursting with excitement as he thought about it.
While he was driving Becky home after work, the young lady sat very properly in the car with her short skirt pulled down, covering as much of her bare legs as possible. Noticing the girl's propriety, Don was convinced that Becky had been unaware that she'd exposed her delicious pussy to him. He felt a certain disappointment, knowing he would never get another glimpse of it.
"Would you care for a drink?" Becky asked as they entered her apartment. "I have scotch or bourbon."
"Scotch on the rocks," he smiled, sitting on a couch. "Make it light."
Returning with the drinks, the girl sat down next to him.
"Here's to when I was eighteen," she smiled, raising her glass in a toast.
"Becky," he smiled. "What were you like at eighteen?"
"Horny as hell," she whispered in a teasing voice. "Let me go and get those pictures."
Don's cock gave a shudder as he watched her lithe young figure move out of the room. There was an innocent freshness about the girl that strangely excited the older man.
"Here they are," she called cheerily as she re-entered, wearing the most transparent black negligee he'd ever seen. Her big dollar-sized areolas and bursting hard nipples were plainly visible through the lacy material. Glancing down he could see the triangle outline of her lush pussy hair.
"I decided to slip into something cooler," Becky smiled, casually standing in front of him as she handed Don the pictures.
Taking the snapshots in his shaking fingers, he was startled by the similarity of the two girls at the age of eighteen.
"You did look like her," he stammered, handing the pictures back, trying not to look at her near nakedness.
"What's the matter?" she whispered, coyly opening the front of her gown. "Don't you like to look at my pussy?"
Unable to answer, he tried not to stare at her wet slit.
"You sure enjoyed looking at it this afternoon," she giggled, settling herself down on his lap.
Feeling her warm young body against him through the filmy material of her negligee, Don had the biggest hard-on he'd had for years.
"Your cock seems to like me," she whispered, feeling his stiff dong pounding up against her bottom through his pants.
Don hadn't been filled with so much desire in years and he almost shot his wad when the girl pressed one of her firm ripe tits against his flushed cheek. The man had suppressed his sex drive for so many years that he could hardly believe he was holding this soft warm body on his lap.
"Let's go into my bedroom," she giggled in a soft teasing voice. "My juicy snatch has been hungry for your cock since the first day I went to work for you."
When he didn't answer, she stood up and, taking his hand, led the willing victim to her bed. Don obediently followed her, his entire body crying out for her lovely young body. In spite of his wife's repeated infidelities, Don had never turned to another woman, but he knew now he couldn't restrain himself any longer.
"God, I've dreamed of this moment," she whispered. Rubbing her twat against his groin, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When it was removed, she delicately licked and nibbled his tits while unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper. When she'd dropped his pants and shorts down around his ankles, she could feel his stiff hard cock burning up against her soft belly through the open front of her gown. Pressing herself tightly against him, she rolled his cock back and forth between the flesh of their two stomachs.
"God, Mr. Turner," she panted, pulling him down on the bed with her, "your cock feels so stiff and hot."
Falling on top of the girt Don's knee dropped between her soft open thighs and he could feel her hot wet pussy grinding against his upper leg. His big, muscular body gave a wild lurch when Becky reached down and wrapped her soft, cool fingers around his thick, meaty prick.
"Oh, Becky," he sobbed when she began skimming his foreskin back and forth over his lust-swollen cock-head.
Parting her filmy negligee further, he lowered his face and sucked her big hard nipple into his mouth. The texture and taste of her swollen tittie-bud seemed to fan the flames that were burning in his loins.
"Oooooooh, Mr. Turner," she giggled as he sucked and nibbled on her quivering boob. "You're a naughty man, but Christ, it feels good."
Completely carried away with lust, be reached beneath the girl and dug his fingers into the soft resilient flesh between her creamy ass cheeks. The feel of her sweet bare flesh was almost blowing his mind. Releasing her soft ass, he rose to his knees and quickly removed her gown. The man's throbbing dong was quivering and jerking with anticipation as he stared down at her beautiful naked body.
Letting out an animal-like roar, he spread her soft young thighs with his hands and buried his face into the warm musky dampness of her wet cunt. The long forgotten aroma of a woman's hot pussy sent a delicious tingle running up and down the length of his stiff cock. He had forgotten the pungent scent of hot cunt juice clinging to a girl's damp pussy hair. Thrusting his tongue up between her slippery cunt-lips, he was greeted with the old familiar taste of hot, dripping cunt-cream. Crazed with excitement, he began greedily licking as deeply into her fuck-hole as his tongue could reach. God, it was exciting to be going down on a girl again!
Becky let out a squeal of pure joy when his thick rough tongue found her dangling clitty.
"Oh, sweet baby," she whispered as he sucked her joy-button in between his lips.
Unable to stand the excitement any longer, Don raised his head and grabbed his cock, planting his big blood-bloated knob between her slippery cunt-lips. Giving a frantic lunge, he drove the full length of his dong all the way up into her scalding fuck-hole. Don's ecstasy was indescribable as his hard, sensitive cock sunk deeper and deeper into the hot, squishy tissues of her sucking cunt. He'd completely forgotten the joy of a girl's gasping match squeezing so deliciously against his bunting, hard dick.
"Jesus, honey," she gasped when her widely stretched pussy was completely stuffed full of his thick cock. "That's the biggest hunk of meat I've ever had in my cunt. Shit, you've really got a fuck-tool."
Clutching at her bare ass with his fingers, he pulled her juicy twat up closer around the base of his deeply buried shaft. He wanted to make certain that every inch of his throbbing pole was buried in her seething guts.
"Oh, shit," she gasped, locking her ankles around his sinewy ass when he started driving his prick in and out of her slippery cunt. "Fuck me good, honey! Fuck me good!"
Don had forgotten the intense pleasure that a passionate woman could give a man. With every thrust of his plunging dong, the ecstasy mounted and mounted in his plunging body. The feel of his cock sliding through the moist warmth of her tight, sucking pussy was almost more pleasure than he could stand. Pumping harder and deeper into the beautiful girl's cunt, Don could feel a thunderous climax building up deep in his balls.
"Fuck, baby, fuck!" Becky was screaming with delight as she unconsciously pounded her fists against his back. "Oh, honey, I'm almost there! Don't stop, honey! Bang me good!"
Her smooth tanned legs were flailing frantically around in the air as his slippery hard cock pounded deeper and harder into her writhing fuck-hole.
"That's it, baby!" she squealed, thrusting her hips up to receive every stroke of his brutal assault.
She had often dreamed of being fucked by her boss, but in her wildest imagination, she'd never thought it could be this fantastic.
"Oh Christ," she sobbed, clutching him tighter in her arms. "I'm coming, Mr. Turner. Oh, Christ, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'mmmmmmm commmmiiiiiinnnnnnnggggg!"
At that very moment she felt his white-hot jizz exploding into her convulsing cunt. Becky had never experienced such a torrent of cum, but she wasn't aware of how long it had been since the handsome man had shot his load. It continued spewing out of his belching cock-head like an erupting geyser. The girl's fuck-hole had never been so filled with jizz in her life.
When Don finally removed his limp cock with a soft sucking sound, his thick white semen boiled out of her cunt, forming a sticky pool on the sheet.
"God," she giggled. "You came like a fuckin' bull."
"It's been a long time, Becky," he smiled. "A long time."
"Can I have seconds when he gets hard again?" she asked.
"You sure may," Don grinned. "I was afraid you wouldn't ask."
"I wish you could stay all night," she sighed, gently toying with his wet, flaccid prick.
"I might be persuaded," smiled Don, thinking about his wife and daughter at home with the redheaded teen. "Why don't you try asking me?"
"Will you stay?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes," was his simple answer.
"Oh, good," she smiled. "Then I can get a ride to work in the morning."