"Annhh! Annhh! Aaanngghiiieeeeee!" she screeched as thunderbolts of coming wrenched her.
Joe's cock spurted into her again, and the two of them lay panting and gasping for minutes as the pleasure drenched them.
"God, I can't believe it," she murmured when he finally crawled off her.
"I don't know why you can't," Joe grinned. "It happens every time."
"I know. I still just can't believe it, sometimes."
He was right. Every time seemed better than the last. Each time they were alone together, they fell on one another like two wild animals in heat. She had orgasms that she had thought were unbelievable before Joe. They were killing. She felt split and reamed and torn apart by them. She didn't know why she could get such tremendous physical pleasure from him and yet not want to stay more than a few minutes after fucking was no longer possible.
But she was already anxious to leave. And as they both dressed, he seemed just as anxious to have her leave. We have nothing in common but the most beautiful fucking imaginable, she thought. But that's enough.
She grinned slyly with this knowledge as she kissed him. "Sec you next week?"
"If I've recuperated by then," he grinned back.
"I've never known you not to."
"Just don't let hubby wear you out."
"Are you kidding? He just gets me ready."
She kissed him again and went down to her car. She felt slightly guilty for having said that about Brian, since it was only half true. But she wouldn't give up Joe for anything.
Driving home, she again thought briefly about Kathi. Kathi was the one who needed to get fueled like that, she thought. Any decent sister would find a way to get them together. But Joe's mine, she thought. I don't want to share him. Not with her. Not with anybody.
CHAPTER THREE
Brian sat alone, in his office, thinking, feeling slightly confused. He had been married to Ann for two years and had never fucked anyone else during that time. He had never wanted to. Oh sure, a couple of the girls in the office, maybe. But he just hadn't gotten around to it. Too much trouble.
But having fucked Kathi yesterday afternoon by mistake, thinking she was Ann, had changed everything. He sat in his office behind his desk looking down at the huge hard-on he had from just thinking about it. Jesus, she was good! he thought. I wish I could think of a way to…
On top of that, he had seen his new secretary, Carla Jennings, with new eyes, when he came to work that morning. She had only been working for him about three weeks. She was a lovely brunette with a stunning body, big firm breasts and a high arched ass. From the very beginning she had gazed at him with murky eyes that said he could take whatever he wanted. But he had ignored the invitation, as usual. Office romances were bad policy.
That morning, however, he had been unable to resist staring back at her. It was as if he were saying: I'm ready, baby. Something clicked last night. You see, my sister-in-law is in town, and if anyone shouldn't be horny, it's me. You wouldn't believe what happened. But something clicked. I think I could eat you alive, Carla baby. And it looks like that's just what you're in the mood for.
He sat there wondering if he should call her into the office. And how would he go about it? He couldn't just say: Look, honey, lock the door behind you and take off your clothes, it's finally time. I'm going to fuck your ears off. Or could he? What if he had misread her intentions? What is she wanted to be courted a little bit first? Maybe she was looking forward to the secrecy of a few guilty lunches together first. Then… the Big Movement!
He was still sitting there thinking it over when Carla suddenly came into the office and shut the door behind her. She had a very inviting smirk on her face. Brian looked into her murky eyes and realized that he had nothing to worry about. She had known the time was ripe. She wasn't about to let the moment escape.
He grinned at her. "Why did you shut the door? Is there something special you want to talk about?"
"You might say that," Carla said, licking her lips.
She really did have an incredible mouth. Brian had noticed it weeks earlier during her interview. Her amazingly sensual lips looked like they could suck the sweet meat from a grape without bursting the skin.
"Miss Jennings, I think I'm crazy about your mouth, do you know that?"
"Ummmm, tell me more."
"I can tell you what I'd like to do with it."
"Oh?" she smiled coyly. "And what would that be?"
"If you came over here, I'll show you."
Feigning bashfulness, Carla nevertheless walked over to his desk. Brian swiveled his chair sideways and beckoned her to come behind the desk. Her eyes widened, but she obeyed.
Gently he took her hand and pulled her down on her knees between his spread thighs. He quickly unzipped his pants and took out his stiff cock which swelled and jumped only inches from her moist, parted lips.
"Oh Mr. Riles!" Carla exclaimed with mock embarrassment. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
Brian grinned. He felt surly, lust a little mean. He let her know with a flash of his eyes that he would just as soon fuck her in the mouth by force if she didn't want, to do her part.
"I don't know. What kind are you?"
The threat in his eyes seemed to excite and arouse Carla just as much as the sight of his thick cock bobbing before her face. "Ummmmmm," she smiled, taking his cock in both hands and licking its swollen purplish head hungrily. "This kind!"
She took his prick into her warm mouth and began sucking it. Her mouth was incredible. Her lips leeched hot little daggers of fire from his aching cock. He felt, the pressure of his juice seething in his pain. He groaned.
Carla was very good at her work. She was especially good with her long velvety wet tongue. She swirled it again and again around his humping, rearing cock, starting at the thick pulsing base of it and climbing in passionate swirls to the swollen head. He dug his fingers into her rich brown hair and pushed his prick past her clinging lips, jabbing it down to her throat, making her gag with happy pleasure.
"Aanngggg!" she gagged softly. "Ohhhh Brian, Brian… tell me you like it." She drew her lips up his cock, squeezing it with her fingers, sucking him slowly, lovingly. "Do I do it good for you? Oh, it's such a big beautiful cock, ummmmm!"
"I love it, I love it," Brian muttered.
He held her head steady and fucked repeatedly up into her open mouth. The pleasure was intense. He knew if he let her keep it up that he would be spurting into her wonderful mouth in seconds. But he wanted more of her than that. He wanted all of her. She was still fully clothed, deliriously happy as she purred and sucked him. He was still dressed too, except for his open fly. But suddenly he let the urgency of his lust take over completely.
He pulled Carla to her feet and swarmed over her with his hands and mouth. He turd her clothes off, digging his fingers into her smooth bare flesh.
"I want you, I want to fuck you, all of you," he growled, kissing her mouth, her neck, sucking the firm flesh of her shoulder.
And Carla wriggled into him, gasping, warm and pliant and totally submissive. "Oh good, good," she moaned. "I want, you to fuck me, I want you to do more than fuck me. Ohhhnnn, I want you to do everything to me! Oh! Oh! Yessss that feels so good!"
Boiling with lust, Brian tore her clothes off her and got his mouth on her breasts. He sucked her beautiful pink pointy nipples between his lips, lip-gnawing them until she began to tremble and moan with delight. He kissed her pale belly, her smooth flexing thighs, and crouched and buried his tongue in her hot runny slit, mauling her slippery cuntlips with his mouth.
He pulled her down on the rug beside his desk to make it easier to eat her. Carla began to whoop softly and shudder. Her long supple body undulated with pleasure. She twisted and trembled as the hot waves of fire poured through her.