Hungry spouse
In many cases today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill seeking and often deviant-purposes as an end in itself instead of a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity.
HUNGRY SPOUSE is the story of Jerry and Sue Anderson, outwardly happily married, inwardly eager to satisfy their lustful cravings in the arms of others. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The scorching sun burned down on skin not normally exposed. The slow, lazy swell from a distant power boat made the sailboat sway lazily in the dead calm. The boom swung languidly from side to side; the sail hung listlessly, unpressured by the dead air.
Jerry Anderson's skin slid slickly against the satin-smooth skin of the teenage girl under him. Lubricated by their sweat and cairn, he had the feeling he was liable to slide off her slender young body, even though he was nestled between her gripping thighs. Every breath they took made her small tits slide against his strong, hairy chest.
Breathing heavily, Jerry concentrated on all of these sensations, and on Cindy Peters' hot breath puffing in his ear. He concentrated, too, on the feel of her hot, tight cunt embracing his now limp and drained cock.
The only thing he did not want to think of was that she was young enough to be his daughter. He did not want to think about the fact that his own daughter, Judy, shared birthdays with the slender young creature pinned to the floor of the cockpit by his heavy body.
"Ooooooo, wow!" Cindy sighed under him, wriggling her hips. "Aaaawww, you're all gone away," she pouted.
Jerry wondered what had driven him to ravish this not-so-innocent teenager the way he had. How could he have fallen so low? He reviewed how it had all started.
"Gee, am I hot," Cindy sighed, leaning back against the gun whales. She still held the jib sheet loosely in one hand, even though it was unnecessary. There was not enough wind to even stir the limp canvas.
Jerry wrenched his eyes off the slender girl and looked up at the mainsail. Its only motion was a slow, lazy flapping as the small sailboat rocked on the glassy swells. Then he swept the horizon, searching for some hint of a breeze. As far as he could see, the water of the sound was as smooth as a mirror.
He looked back at the girl, and felt his throat tighten slightly as he studied her sun bleached and streaked light-brown hair. Her small breasts thrust out against the bib halter she wore. Her sleek back was a long, graceful expanse of tanned skin, and was shining with a film of sweat. Her legs seemed incredibly long -- she had stretched them across the cockpit and braced her feet on the seat on the opposite side. Her hacked-off blue jeans were as tight as a second layer of skin.
"I'm sorry, Cindy," Jerry apologized. "This is a pretty dull sail. Even Sue wouldn't be seasick on a day this calm." He wondered why he had mentioned the name of his wife -- self-defense or something?
"Gosh, Mr. Anderson, it's not your fault the wind died," Cindy assured him. "Besides I don't mind. It's nice to be able to relax where it's so nice and quiet, with someone you like."
"I'd think you'd prefer someone nearer your own age," Jerry commented. "I am, after all, old enough to be your father," he added awkwardly.
"Oh, no," Cindy argued. "I'd much rather be with you than someone my own age. Gee, by now if I was with one of the guys I date, we'd be writhing on the deck."
"Huh?" Jerry was jolted by this casual admission.
"You know," Cindy went on, "making love. Oh, I'm sorry, I've really screwed it up now. I didn't mean to shock you."
Hastily, Jerry tried to collect his scattered wits as he fought down the mental image he had of this delectable young girl being fucked by some damn high school stud. He shifted restlessly to conceal his sudden erection. "I'm not shocked," he lied. "I'm just a little startled, I guess."
Cindy looked genuinely embarrassed. "You really thought that I was -- ah -- a virgin, didn't you?"
Jerry was wrestling with a sudden discomforting thought. "I don't suppose you know if Judy is..."
"Uh-oh, now I'm really in the soup," Cindy responded, nibbling on her lower lip. She scratched her flat, tanned midriff with her long, silver lacquered nails. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"
"I guess I don't do I?" But Jerry knew the answer automatically from her response. The thought that his daughter was -- doing that -- was like a physical blow to his guts. She was his baby, after all!
Cindy dropped her feet to the floorboards and sat up. "Hey, I've got an idea how we can get cooled off."
Jerry was glad she had changed the subject. "Oh, how?"
"Swim, of course."
Jerry surveyed the calm water. There was no sign at all of any "cats' paws", those faint patterns of ripples created by little puffs of wind.
"Let's face it," Cindy noted cheerily, "the boat is hardly going to sail away without us."
Jerry decided swimming would be safe enough. "I guess you can swim in that outfit. I'd just as soon not get my clothes wet, though. You go ahead if you want."
"I could swim in these," Cindy agreed. "But I'm not going to. If I get these cut-offs wet, they'll shrink even tighter than they already are. Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping?"
Jerry hated to admit that he never had.
"Come on, there's no one to see," Cindy insisted.
No one except you, he said to himself. He felt his face flash hot and red. "I'll, uh, turn my back, if you want."
Cindy was already undoing her top. "Suit yourself," she shrugged, letting her halter drop and bare her breasts.
Jerry caught a brief glimpse of firm rounded mounds. They were patterned with white triangles of untanned skin, capped with tiny pink tips. Resolutely, he looked away, staring out at the flat water. It was mid-week, in late September, and there were no other sails in sight. Far off, toward Long Island, he could see the small dark spot of a motorboat. There was no one to see, but Jerry still found the situation unsettling. His heart was hammering. He could feel the boat shift as Cindy stripped down her shorts. He heard them hit the floorboards softly. The boat heeled as she stood on the gun whale for a moment. Then the boat rocked back sharply, making the lines and sails slap and flap. A spray of cold water hit Jerry's cheek.
"Oooooo, boy, does this feel good!" Cindy called happily from the water.
Jerry turned and looked down at her. As she treaded water her body was blurred and rippled. He thought he could see her pale breasts shimmering in the dark water. Drops of water sparkled on her cheeks and nose. Her long eyelashes were stuck together in sharp points, framing her laughing eyes.
"Come on in," she urged, beckoning with one graceful, tanned arm.
Jerry was painfully conscious of his erection. He shook his head tensely. "No, I'd better stay with the boat."
"Oh, don't be a drag," Cindy snorted. "If you're afraid of it getting away from us, just put out the sea anchor."
"Well," Jerry muttered.
"I'll do it," Cindy informed him decisively. She swam to the bow, her lush white ass rolling excitingly on the surface with every stroke.
Jerry lost sight of her. Then her hand suddenly shot up to grip the bow stay that steadied the mast. With a quick, graceful motion she shot up out of the water, reached out with her other hand, grabbed the bucket and rope, and pulled it overboard after her as she dropped back into the water.
Burned into Jerry's mind was the brief, tantalizing glimpse she had give it him of her breasts. He stared blindly at the coil of anchor line paying out smoothly into the water. Then her hand appeared and carefully set the rope in the bow chock. She swam back along the side of the boat and gripped the thwart.
"Now, come on in," she insisted. "I'll turn my back while you undress."
Jerry felt trapped. He was burning up, but not just from the merciless sun. His groin was knotted with excitement. He tried to tell himself that this was just a simple, innocent swim with his sailing crew, but he didn't believe it. He wondered if Cindy's confession about her lack of virginity had been as innocent as it had seemed.
He undressed with awkward, fumbling haste, leaving his clothes in an untidy heap on the floorboards. Then, totally naked, his erect cock jutting out from his body like an ivory bowsprit, he sat down carefully and dangled his feet over the aide. Cindy was beside him, down in the water, her back to the boat, one hand still gripping the combing. She glanced up at him. He was pretty sure that from this angle she couldn't see his hard-on.
"Well, come on in," she urged.
With a lurch, Jerry pushed off from the boat and dropped feet first into the chilly water, going in over his head. He had a brief mental vision of the empty blackness between him and the bottom how many fathoms down? Nervously, he kicked to the surface.
"Isn't it great?" Cindy asked enthusiastically.
The concealment the water offered gave Jerry a sense of security. Yet, at the same time, the chill currents toying with his prick and balls with unaccustomed intimacy emphasized his nudity and increased his excitement.
"I think it's just super," Cindy bubbled enthusiastically. She kicked on her back, sending a glittering shower of water high in the air. Her white breasts bobbed excitingly on the surface, the pink peaks jutting perkily skyward. Incongruously, Jerry thought of icebergs. Those warm, soft mounds hinted that nine-tenths of the girl's delectable body was under the surface.
Trying to take his mind off of Cindy, he turned away from her. The boat was only a few feet any, riding easily on the swells. Idly, Jerry studied how his view of the world expanded or contracted depending on whether he was at the crest of one of the lazy waves, or in a trough. One moment he could see the low dark mound of the shore, and the next he was in a valley with dark, sloping, shining sides. A slick rainbow pattern of oil formed a graceful whorl in front of him. He wondered just how polluted the water really was.
His worry about the pollution of the water and whether it was safe to swim here was suddenly obliterated by the pressure of two small hands on his shoulders. He managed to suck in a quick, not very deep breath, before his head was forced under the surface. Warm skin brushed his back as he went down, swallowed up in the salty water.
The instant he was released, Jerry lurched up toward the surface, his lungs burning with the need for air. Exploding into the bright sunshine, he whirled as he sucked in a huge gulp of oxygen. A few feet away, Cindy's young face was split by a grin of victory.
"Got you!" she gloated, slapping the water, her eyes dancing merrily.
In an instant, Jerry forgot everything else and was a teenager again. "Little devil," he snorted, making a leap for her.
Cindy let out a squeal and turned to flee, kicking frantically. She was a split-second too slow. Jerry came down on her shoulders with his full weight. Cindy let out a shriek and vanished in a plume of spray. Then she was gone, out of touch with his hands, driven deep by his thrust, he assumed.
Wiping his eyes clear with his hand, he turned slowly, reaching for her. The longer she stayed down, the more his concern grew. He was suddenly terrified that something had happened to her. When he rose to the top of the next wave, he kicked hard to get as high as he could, looking desperately for any telltale patch of bubbles. Then, just as he dropped back down, there was a triumphant call right behind him, and two hands on his head.
For a fraction of a second, Jerry managed to fight against the weight bearing down on him. Warm flesh was pressing against his back, his neck and his head. Hot, sleek legs were brushing his nude buttocks as Cindy put all her weight on his head, balancing precariously on top of him.
Sucking in a deep breath, Jerry let her drive him under, helping her by paddling downward until he escaped the grip on his head. Diving deeply, he turned underwater and looked up at where she was a slender graceful silhouette against the sparkling surface. The mirror surface of the water left her headless, but the slow, graceful motions of her arms and legs as she turned, treading water, testified to her vitality.
Jerry waited below her until she had made a complete circle and was facing him again. Then, reaching out, he grabbed her ankles with both hands. Blowing out a stream of air to make himself less buoyant, he let himself sink, and gain downward momentum. Then he pulled downward on her feet as hard as he could. The motion threw him toward the surface as she shot past him toward the depths.
Jerry released her ankles and began kicking toward the surface as soon as she was headed downward. He had the feeling that she had not really resisted his pull on her. Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around his hips, and a warm, soft, female body was pressing against him from the waist downward. His cock, which had gone limp on his first ducking, suddenly came to life and struck out against the warm skin. There was a hot cheek and soft, tickling, swirling hair against his stomach as his head broke the surface. His lust boiled upward like a geyser from the soft, yielding, exciting pressure of Cindy's naked body against his in the cool water. He tried to kick free of her, but she clung to him like an octopus. When she did let go, it was only to slide to the surface along the aroused length of his body, her arms still around him.
Then she curled both her arms and her legs around him and mashed her lips hotly against his in a searing, sensual, exploring kiss. Jerry's senses were engulfed in a scarlet haze of lust and he responded to the kin automatically. His arms went around her and he marveled at how small she was -- his hands reached almost completely around her. Her legs tangled with his and they slowly sank beneath the surface.
Then she kicked free and they both surfaced simultaneously. A toss of her head sent her hair flying, shooting a spray of water off to one side. Her brown eyes were deep hot pools of mystery.
"Wow!" she exclaimed fervently. "That was even better than I expected!"
Jerry tried to shake off the effects of the kin, but couldn't. His head was spinning from the experience. How long had it been since he had made love?
"Come on," Cindy urged, striking out for the boat, taking his hand and tugging him along. All he could do was kick along behind her.
She clung to the boat and urged him up into it. "You first, then you can help me in."
He levered himself up, and suddenly got an assist from a hand on his naked ass. He sailed head first into the cockpit, fending off the boom with one hand, catching himself with the other before he landed on his face. For a moment his bare legs kicked ludicrously in the air. Then he managed to get himself right side up.
"Give me a hand," Cindy asked, reaching up.
Jerry paused, gathering his resources while he was free of her for the moment. One hand on the rail, he looked down at her as she hung onto the side of the boat, one hand extended up to him. Water sparkled on her young face. Her hair was plastered straight back from her fine, smooth forehead. Her eyes were smoldering.
"Well, are you going to let me drown?" she asked at last.
Jerry debated putting, on his clothes in self-defense, but her extended hand waved impatiently. Reaching down, he grabbed her wrist as she grabbed her. Bracing himself, he gave a jerk and she shot up out of the water. With a graceful twist, she sat on the side of the boat, a dripping, naked water nymph. Then she swung her legs in over the side and stood up.
Just then, with the perverseness of fate, the boat tilted on one of the waves and the boom swung to nudge Jerry from behind. Off balance already, he reached toward Cindy and bumped into her.
In a second, her arms were around him and he was being engulfed by her lithe, hot body. All the good intentions and resistance he had mustered after gaining the safety of the boat vanished in a haze of sexual desire. His lips met hers, his tongue bored into her mouth, his hard chest pressed against her soft tit. Her rock-hard nipples felt like burning drills boring into his flesh. She spread her thighs and trapped one of his legs between them. He could feel scratchy pubic hair against his thigh as she unashamedly rubbed her pussy against him. A soft, exciting hand was curling around the powerful, hung tower of his burning, erect cock. A hot, desperate wad of sexual need gathered deep in his guts as he let his hands room all over her sleek skin.
The toudh seemed to last for an eternity. Jerry's sense of time was obliterated by the maelstrom of lust and pleasure Cindy's hungry mouth and demanding young body were creating in him. The only thing left in his universe was the slender, passionate girl in his arm. She pressed herself against the full length of his naked body, gripping the massive column of his cock in her hand.
Cindy was the one who finally broke the sucking kiss. With a soft moan, she nuzzled her head against his chest. She was pumping and squeezing his turgid prick in her strong young fingers. Jerry had his cheek against her wet hair, while his hands explored the sleek expanse of her back, tracing the curves and hollows of her shoulder blades, the gentle valley of her spine. He stroked downward, to the flat plane below the small of her back, then lower still, finding the deep, exciting deft between her asscheeks. Gripping those warm, meaty masses, he pulled her hips still more tightly against him.
Jerry was shaking with lust, quivering with desperate animal need to fuck. And he could feel her vibrating against him, feel the searing tension in her body as she clung to him. Her hat breath was burning his chest as her lungs pumped raggedly.
When she pushed away from him, he yielded reluctantly. Suddenly, instead of being afraid of what he might do to her, he was terrified he was not going to get to do it to her. Why else could she be shoving herself out of his embrace?
Gracefully, smoothly, Cindy sank to the floor of the cockpit. "Look at me," she whispered softly. "Look at me."
Jerry looked, and wanted to cry. When had he last seen anything so beautiful as Cindy Peters? Her naked body was a series of smooth curves and graceful angles. Her hair, still wet, formed a fan of brown and gold around her face. Her mouth was a shining circle that was silently begging for his body. Her eyes glittered in the glaring sunlight. Her slender, lithe arms reached for him, pleaded with him. A few droplets of water sparkled in the graceful hollows of her collarbones. Her ribs heaved with ragged, lust-wrenched breaths making her firm, exciting tits quiver delectably. Her nipples, small and pink, were sharp jutting points. Below her breasts, her torso tapered smoothly to a trim waist.
Below the dark hollow of her navel was the sleek, smooth expanse of her lower belly, unblemished, unmarked except where the line of her bikini changed her skin dramatically from golden tan to pale white. And there, just below that line, the brown, curling wisps of her pubic bush formed a tantalizing mist, a mist that softened but did not conceal Jerry's view of her damp slit.
In an instinctively sensuous pose, Cindy had one leg bent, one thigh crossed over slightly to block his view of the heart of her cunt. Somehow, her shy concealment of her slit was more arousing than total, spread-legged exposure of her pussy would have been.
Jerry stared down at the willing teenager, his eyes raking hungrily over her nude body.
"Come," she whispered, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Come." She beckoned with her fingers as her arms reached for him.
With a soft moan of need, Jerry knelt beside her. Hesitantly, he reached out one hand. With a feathery, delicate touch he brushed his fingers across one of her nipples, feeling how rubbery and hot and excited it was. He cupped his hand over one of her breasts. It was deliciously hot, and soft, and exciting. He squeezed it gently, marveling that anything in the world could feel so incredibly wonderful.
Cindy stroked his thigh with one warm hand, her fingers tickling through his hairs. She slid her palm up his side, pressing and stroking him, glorying in the hardness of his mature body. She tickled her fingers across the flat expanse of his trim belly, testing the carefully maintained hardness there. Jerry felt a twinge of pride -- his weekly sessions on the squash courts had kept him as trim as he had been in college.
Then Cindy's slender fingers were reaching lower, combing through the thick kinks of his reddish-blonde pubic curls. She touched his throbbing cock, curled her fingers around that shaft of hot flesh and nerve endings. Her fingers played over the bulbous pink head with a total lack of shame and inhibition, smearing thick hot fluid over his burning flesh. His nerve endings shrieked a message of unbridled pleasure to his brain.
Jerry eased himself down and stretched out beside her on the hard slats of the floorboards. She didn't break her grip on his cock. She stroked and squeezed and measured his erect organ, testing its hardness, increasing it at the same time.
Jerry stroked his hand down from the soft breast he had been caressing. His fingers swept over warm, satin-smooth skin, over living flesh that quivered and shivered in response to his touch. He pressed her belly, and felt her yield helplessly to his probing pressure. He bored a finger into the hot socket of her navel and discovered a pool of sea water, trapped in the oval depression, heated to what felt like the boiling point by her body.
Cindy whimpered softly and her grip on Jerry's prick tightened as he probed her belly button. She was melting inside, burning up with searing lust. It was taking so long, so incredibly, deliciously long she couldn't believe it. Her pussy where the warm air was touching it felt burning hot and icy cold all at the same time. She wasn't inexperienced, it was true. But, until now, it had always been impatient teenagers groping awkwardly at her in the back seats of cars or on living room couches. Always there had been roughness, clumsiness and impatience, coupled frequently with the need for haste and the fear of discovery.
But here, now, it was with a man. A man who was lingering lovingly over her, worshiping her body in a way it had never been worshiped before. His expert attention was sending her lust blazing higher than it ever had before. She was going to be coming in a moment, and he hadn't even started to drive that marvelous, monstrous cock of his into her body. His cock was enormous. It felt bigger than any prick she had ever even imagined. She wondered if she was going to be big enough to take it, but felt no qualms about trying. She wanted to find out just how good it could feel to be wholly and completely stuffed with mature cock.
Jerry finished his exploration of Cindy's navel, and explored lower. His fingers caught in her fine pubic curls, combed them straight and untangled them. Then he was cupping his hand to her pussy, his fingertips pressing the hot, damp, hairy lips between her sleek, smooth thighs. Cindy let her legs spread open the way they wanted to, exposing the heart of her crotch to Jerry's probing fingers. Her hips rolled and rocked on the floorboards with desperate need as her pelvis thrust demandingly.
Obligingly, Jerry slipped his finger into the hot, dripping slit of the young girl's pussy. Hot, velvety folds of flesh embraced his probing finger. He drove directly into her cunt, marveling at the blazing heat and exciting tightness of her young hole.
"Aaawww," Cindy moaned as fire swept through her. "Awwwww, I'm coming!" she cried, her body knotting with pleasure. Her fist tightened painfully around Jerry's cock as she was convulsed by her orgasm.
"Aaaahhh," she sighed as the orgasm faded.
"Are you all right?" Jerry asked anxiously. His first thought when Cindy had been racked by the fiery eruption was that she had been hurt by his probing finger, that she wasn't as experienced as she made out.
"I'm wonderful," she sighed languidly.
"I'm sorry, I..." Jerry started to apologize.
"Come here," Cindy whispered, grabbing for him and hauling him over her. She dragged his head down and he found himself again swirling in a pool of lust from her searing kiss. He held his weight up off her, or tried to, afraid he would crush her. But she pulled him down demandingly, insistently taking the full brunt of his weight on her.
Jerry found himself being maneuvered between her slender thighs, nestled down in the warm cradle her quivering flesh created for him. She felt frail and delicate under him, but the powerful grip of her arms around his aroused body indicated otherwise. In many ways, this young girl was all woman.
"Fuck me," Cindy whispered hungrily. Her hips were shifting demandingly now, rather than just restlessly. There was no more mindless searching; she knew exactly what she wanted.
Jerry resisted, battling himself even more than he was her. He wanted this girl as desperately as a rutting animal wants to mate with a female in heat. But something would not let him forget just how young she was.
"Fuck me," she urged again. She wedged her hand down between them, impatiently seeking his cock. It was lodged between them like a huge pole. In spite of his massive bulk, she somehow shifted under him and freed his cock, and placed its head between her thighs. She scrubbed the nerve-laden tip of his prick through her pubic bush, and even those tender young curls hurt, so stimulated were his nerve endings. Then she rammed his prick along the length of her wet cleft, and Jerry felt hot flesh sear past his glans.
"Fuck me," Cindy repeated for the third time. She began working his prick into the tight entrance of her cunt.
Jerry still held back, fearful of hurting her. She was so young! He was big, and he knew it. In one of those raunchy college incidents that had been a hard-on contest, and his nine inch tower had won. He was afraid he would tear Cindy wide open with his brutal shaft.
But, if he didn't have her, what was he going to do? God, he was mad with lust. It was insane for him to be in this position in the first place. He had a need that could not be denied.
His animal instincts made up his mind for him. The feel of her hot tube around just the tip of his prick made his hips lurch forward, ramming the head of his cock into her cunt.
"Aaaahhh," Cindy whined, and that soft moan chilled Jerry's blood. He was aura he had hurt her already. She was so tight, so small, so virginal.
"More," Cindy groaned, hauling at his ass to get him into her farther.
Jerry wanted to hold back, but his driving sexual need and her uninhibited urgings were too much for him. He let her haul him in, and his body burst into flame from the blazing friction. And he was only into her a few inches. By far the largest amount of his cock was still outside her body, eager to get in.
"More," she repeated, dragging at him hungrily, getting still another fraction of his prick into her.
"Aaaahhh," Jerry sighed, the last shreds of concern and resistance fading before his monumental lust. Now he was pushing at her, driving his prick into that tight, clinging cunt.
"Aaaawww!" Cindy wailed as she took his prick into her guts. She could feel her cunt being stretched by his brutal bulk. Maybe she was going to be torn open by this massive cock, but if she was, she didn't care. All she wanted was the full measure of that monster cock in her cunt. It was a need to prove herself as much as anything else. She had to prove to this man that she was a woman, not just a silly girl. She had to take his entire massive prick into her as a point of pride, as well as for her sexual satisfaction. Her hips heaved and rolled in an effort to get more and more of him into her.
"Aaahhhrrr!" Jerry growled like the animal he had became. He pumped his cock deeper and deeper and deeper, pausing and retreating only to lubricate his hot meat. Bit by glorious bit his prick was being embraced by gripping, hot, velvety, teenage flesh.
"Uuuuhhh!" Cindy grunted. "Uhhh-ugh-ugh! Ugh!" The air seemed to be pounded out of her with every inward thrust.
Jerry was more than halfway into her now, and driving harder and faster and more impatiently as over and more of his cock felt her hot embrace.
Cindy was still hauling at his ass, urging him deeper and deeper into her cunt. This cock she was taking dwarfed the puny pricks of her boyfriends. This was a real man's cock, and she was going to take every inch of it. She bent her legs, folded them, drawing her knees upward to give him every chance to run her through with his blunt bludgeon.
Jerry went eagerly along with her desire, doing his best to shave his prick completely through her. He was almost entirely into her now, and drove at her harder and harder as he neared his goal. He was nesting his orgasm as he was nearing full penetration of her.
Cindy was soaring higher and higher, toward a second marvelous explosion. She urged him deeper, kicking her heels into his back. She was spurring him on like he was a stallion.
"Awwwaaahhh!" she cried ecstatically.
Jerry buried the last inch of his prick in her cunt with one brutal thrust of his hip. His balls drained in an explosive rush as he felt the head of his cock slam up against the end of her vagina. Clot after blazing clot of cum burst from his balls, seared the length of his cock like blazing meteors, and erupt into Cindy's young body like explosive wads of lava. He heaved his hard, muscular body against her tender one and poured his searing cum deep in to her, feeling it burst out past the head of his prick where it was engloved by the end of her vagina.
"Eeeeee!" Cindy's shriek was an animal cry. It sounded like a dying beast was being ripped to shreds by a predator. It was the cry of a female in the storm of an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced before. She tried to wrap her entire body around the monster cock that was sunk in her cunt. Every muscle in her young body was knotted by the searing flames of her incredible climax.
And now, sated and again sane, Jerry was forced to acknowledge what had happened, what he had done. Carefully, he lifted himself off her and stood, staring stupidly down at her. She lay there almost as if she were dead, limp and spraddle legged. He could see the heart of her pussy, the inflamed inner folds of tissue. They looked almost like an open wound. A pearly gobbet of his cum was lewd testimony to just exactly what he had done to this girl.
Turning away, he hung his had over the side, afraid for a moment that he was going to be sick.
"You were the greatest," Cindy sighed correctly reading his mood. "You didn't do anything to me that I didn't invite. I wanted you to screw me. I've been looking forward to this ever since I started crewing for you."
Jerry shook his head, unable to look at her.
"Really, it's all right," Cindy insisted.
"Still..." Jerry went on.
"Uh-oh, company coming," Cindy interrupted, noticing that the motor boat was now headed in their direction.
"Shit!"
"No time for that," Cindy said, throwing his clothes at him. She was already halfway into her shorts. In a few seconds she was decent again, top and bottom. Jerry had only managed to get his pants on.
"Leave your shirt off," Cindy suggested. "That looks more innocent than being obviously in a hurry to get dressed."
Jerry was amazed at her common sense in the face of disaster. She was on the seat, holding the jib sheet again, as if nothing had happened.
Jerry turned to greet the power boat's skipper, bracing himself as the sailboat rocked from the waves the motor boat stirred up.
"You folks need a tow in?"
"Sure could use one," Jerry admitted, anxious to get to shore.
"I'll get your line," Cindy shouted, leaping for the forward deck. She managed somehow to hide behind the jib and gather in the sea anchor before it could be spotted.
Jerry noted sickly the wet stain in the crotch of Cindy's shorts as she bent down to secure the tow line. Then they were being towed, and he was helping her get the sails down and stowed.
"It won't happen again," Jerry commented finally.
"I hope it does," Cindy replied candidly. "You were great."
"Well, it won't happen again," Jerry repeated. "You're too young. And besides I am a happily married man."
"If you're so happily married, how come it happened in the first place?" Cindy demanded.
"I don't know." But Jerry did know. He hated to admit it to himself, but he did know. It had been weeks since he had made love to Sue. He didn't know why, but for some reason, she just didn't interest him any more. And that was ridiculous. She was a beautiful woman. Maybe it was just boredom. He mulled that over morosely until they entered the harbor.
"Can I still crew for you?" Cindy asked nervously, put off by his obviously bad mood. "We'll see."
Once on shore, they parted in silence. Jerry wondered how he was going to face Sue. He couldn't tell her what had happened, of course. But he was sure she would know somehow. Women had a sixth sense about things like that. The only thing he could do was try to act natural, and hope against hope she wouldn't ask any awkward questions.
CHAPTER TWO
Sue Anderson stepped into the shower cubicle, flipped her towel over the door, and turned on the water. An invisible crust from the salt water in the pool made her skin itch, and had left her deep-red hair stiff and kinky. Moving under the hat spray, she tipped her head back and let the steaming water comb its way through her thick hair, sluicing away the salt.
She had just unfastened the neck strap of her suit when there was a knack on the door. Cautiously holding up the cups of her suit top, she slid the bolt on the door back and opened it a crack. "Yes?"
Carl Randall let his appreciative gaze rake over her, stared insolently at her lush tits, her trim waist, her full hips. "Hello there, Mrs. Anderson," he said boldly. "I thought maybe you could use some help washing your back." He pulled the door open and stepped into the four foot by four foot shower stall.
"What? What are you doing?" Sue stammered, absolutely aghast. The nearness of the tall, tanned, too-handsome lifeguard made her heart hammer. She, and most of the attractive women around, were used to his wisecracks and the way he continually undressed them with his hot brown eyes. The knot of sexual hunger that had been gnawing at her all morning suddenly became more demanding. Defensively, she tugged upward on the bra of her suit.
Carl took the bar of soap out of the wire rack above the shower knobs. His white teeth seemed to almost glare against his tan face. His smile was confident, humorless. "Told you, I'm going to wash your back," he answered boldly.
Sue fought to keep control of herself. The intimate nearness of the handsome lifeguard was making her pulse race. "Aren't you supposed to be on duty at the pool right now?" she asked, fighting to keep her voice steady and normal.
"Stan's on duty right now," Carl answered. "Here, let me wash the salt off you." He reached out with his soapy hands.
Sue dodged away, but he easily caught one of her arms. There really wasn't much place she could go in the confined space. His grip was incredibly strong, but strangely, it didn't hurt. Sue felt a wave of beat sweep through her from his touch. Her legs were shaky, and she knew it wasn't from fear.
"You get out of here," she whispered hoarsely.
Carl ignored her. Keeping hold of her arm with one hand, his other soap-covered paw swept down from her throat -- and, through her suit, cupped one of her full, heavy, womanly breasts. Sue felt a searing wall of fire sweeping out through her body from the unexpectedly intimate touch. Her nipples stiffened and thrust impatiently against the confining suit. Her legs felt weaker than ever.
"I-I'll scream," she whispered desperately.
With deliberate, insolent self-assurance, Carl released her breast and pulled the thin strap she was still holding through her limp fingers. "I don't think so," he replied softly. "I don't think you're going to say a thing. You're too hot and horny to do anything but enjoy this."
Sue tried to squeeze out a denial of this, and filled. She was melting inside, all resistance was fading like a mist in the face of her blistering passion. She whimpered deep in her throat.
Carl pulled downward on the strap, making the cup of her top half of Sue's two-piece suit fold down and expose more and more of the untanned flesh of her full breast.
"Thirty-six C," Carl estimated.
"Thirty-seven," Sue corrected, the words catching in her throat. Why was she encouraging this animal? Responding to him?
"Nice," Carl murmured in a hungry whisper, his eyes riveted on her white flesh as he bared more and more of it. Where the sun had touched her, above her bra, she was tanned lightly, freckled heavily. But where the top of her suit had protected her, she was pale white, so colorless that a faint blue vein showed through her alabaster skin. The curving pink arc of a portion of her areola showed.
Carl paused, releasing the strap. Sue still held onto the other thin strip of cloth desperately, as if it were some kind of lifeline. Carl cupped her cheek, his thumb under the angle of her jaw. He tipped her head back, lowered his mouth to hers, and drilled his tongue part her unresisting lips.
In spite of herself, Sue found her free arm going around Carl's neck. His skin was smooth, slick and hot under her palm as she drew herself against him in response to his searing kiss. Desperate sexual need was blazing through her. She pressed her partially covered breasts against Carl's smooth, hairless chest.
God! What was happening to her? That tiny knot of sexual hunger had swelled and grown in her until it was driving everything else before it. How could she be doing this?
But, why shouldn't she be doing this? one corner of her mind asked angrily. When had been the last time she and Jerry had made love? It had been weeks, perhaps months even.
Outwardly, Sue had every right to be totally content with her life. She and Jerry had married young, and she had had two children in short order. Now, Jerry's manufacturing business was a success, and the children were getting private education that neither Sue nor Jerry had ever had a chance at. Jerry's business was profitable and secure enough to pay for the yacht club membership, and let them both play hooky from time to time, the way they had today. She should have been completely at ease.
But, she wasn't. As she had sunned by the big pool, feeling the heat on her trim, bare midriff, there had been that undeniable hunger in her guts. What was wrong? She and Jerry had been passionate lovers since their wedding night. Until recently, that is. Then it had all just sort of faded out, for no reason. Sue had not gained an ounce since Judy had been born. Knowing how Jerry felt, she had even enrolled in a dance class to get her tummy flat again, her ass tight, her thighs smooth and graceful. She had kept herself in perfect shape for fifteen years now, and was proud of her figure.
But Jerry had made no move to even touch her in weeks.
So why shouldn't she respond to the handsome lifeguard's interest in her? Intellectually, she knew the argument wouldn't hold water. The old adage of two wrongs not making a fight. Besides, she was certain Jerry wasn't cheating on her. They were together too much for that, and Jerry was too honest and transparent to pull it, off without her detecting it.
But her animal instincts were driving her more closely against Carl, making her open her mouth further to his probing tongue, making her press her crotch against one of his strong thighs. When he let go of her arm, she didn't try to get away. He drew the thin strap through her unresisting fingers, and she put her other arm around his neck, too. His arms were around her, and she felt his fingers puzzling out the knot at the back of her suit. She felt it loosen, and knew he had figured it out. Only the pressure of her body against his was keeping the suit top in place.
She made one last desperate attempt to avoid what was coming. Clinging frantically to her bra, she wrestled free from him and backed away, fetching up against the back wall of the shower stall. A wide bar of sunlight came in over the top of the door and splashed across her hips.
"N-Now you just get out of here," she stammered unconvincingly. "This has gone far enough." The tremor in her voice belied her words. She didn't really want this to stop. She wanted this brazen young man, wanted him desperately.
Carl reached out and took hold of the hand she was using to keep her breasts covered. Gently, he took her hand away, baring her large, firm tits.
He drew her forward, away from the wall, and the bar of sunlight across her moved upward, from her hips to her midriff, until it fell across the white globes of her breasts. The twin mounds stood out proudly. Her large nipples stood up tensely with excitement in the exact center of the areolas.
Sue stood with her head hanging slightly, her eyes closed, filled with shame and horror. Her hands were dangling at her sides. But still, she kept her back straight, her shoulders back, so her tits thrust out, and didn't sag at all.
"Beautiful," Carl breathed softly. He reached out and touched one big mound reverently. He brushed his fingers over the tip, making her nipple burn with excitement. Lovingly, he let his fingers circle over the top, down the outside, then under and back up the inside of one beautiful orb. Her upward-tilted nipple was a hard, sharp, demanding peak.
The top to Sue's suit dropped to the floor with a soggy plop, forgotten. She was squeezing her eyes shut against tears of shame as she let herself be caressed.
Then Carl brought both hands into play, lifting her breasts, marveling at their full, warm weight. He cupped them, intrigued that they were too large for his hands to cover. He thought of the young girls, the teenagers that were his usual prey, and found them wanting. Youth was one thing, but this was a full-grown woman he was caressing, full-busted and experienced.
His hard-on was agonizingly painful from the confinement of his tight jock strap and swim suit. Certain of his ultimate victory now, he released Sue, and untied the string at the waist of his suit. Hooking his thumbs in the tight nylon, he pushed it down, calmly and confidently stripping himself naked. His rock-hard cock surged out eagerly toward Sue.
Sue's eyes fastened on that tower of gristle, that stabbing shaft of masculine desire. It was gorgeous. It was the only thing in the world she really wanted. It held her paralyzed with desire. It was a shadowy bar in the dimness, illuminated by the light reflected from her breasts as she faced him.
Carl reached for Sue's waist, gripped it, and drew her in toward him. His cock poked her in the stomach, and he shifted. The stiff rod of gristle tipped upward, sliding up her stomach as he drew her in against him. His ready prick was an iron hard lava hot bar between his hard flat stomach and her soft tender one. Her breasts touched his smooth, hairless chest, her nipples scraping his skin. Then those lush mounds were flattening like twin cushions. He was pressing her tightly against himself, until at last her arms responded, and went around his lean, hard body. Ashamed of the lust that was blazing through her, Sue had her head sideways against his chest. His chin just cleared the top of her head. She could hear he hot rush of his breathing with the ear she had pressed against his chest. She could hear the terrifying pounding of his heart. Her breasts ached with desire. Her crotch was a hot sticky swamp between her thighs.
Carl slid his hands down Sue's back, under the edge of the remaining half of her suit. He pressed his hands down inside the bottom of her suit until he had gained possession of her soft warm asscheeks. He pressed her pubic mound against him tightly.
Sue let her pelvis tilt to press her pussy against him more intimately. She was no longer making any attempt at all to conceal her desperate sexual need. She was going to be fucked by this man, this insolent stud. She knew she was going to be just another of his conquests, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the brutal cock she could feel against her stomach. All that mattered was that she would get that wonderful, filling, satisfying thing thrust into her starving cunt.
Carl premed the bottom of her suit down, lowering it, thrusting it down over the full swell of her buttocks. The front of it resisted, then slipped down over her belly, until she felt her pussy being exposed. She had pulled away from him enough to let him strip her, and she felt cool air and the splatter from the shower touching her thick, red pubic bush.
Carl stopped when he had her suit bunched around her upper thighs. He had shown her what he wanted. Now it was up to her to finish the tank. He was not going to kneel before her to push her suit down the rest of the way.
Sue hooked her thumb in her suit and shoved it down her legs. She felt more naked than she ever had in her life. It was an act of total submission, this stripping off of her last covering, her last protection. She felt the spray of the water sting her bare flank, felt cool air caressing her pussy and her ass.
She stepped out of the soggy tangle around her ankles, and stood submissively in front of the aroused lifeguard. No longer was she just undressed by his imagination. Now she was really naked in front of him. She wondered if she measured up to his speculation. Did she look as good naked as he had imagined?
Carl said nothing, just stared at the naked woman in front of him. She was more beautiful more desirable than he had imagined. He had expected at least a small pot on her, but there was none. Her stomach was as trim and flat as a teenager's. Her breasts were full and mature, but didn't have any sag to speak of, just enough to show how full and heavy they were.
She stood with her shapely legs pressed tightly together, her hands at her sides. Nestled into the intersection of her thighs was a thick, exciting, dark-red triangle. Carl gathered her in, and drove [missing text].
Moving forward, her back against the wall. He pinned her warm body against the wall with his hard bulk. Her arms were around him, her body yielding and submissive as he brought his lips down on hers for another demanding kiss. She was responding, thrusting back with her own tongue. Her thighs spread to admit one of his, and he could feel her pubic bush as she pressed her hot, hungry aunt against him. She was obviously blazing hot for him. He had not read her mood wrong. He had a sixth sense that told him when a woman was vulnerable, and many of them around here were. The young chicks were eager to experiment, to learn, and he was more than willing to teach them. Some of the older women approached him, propositioned him. Bored suburban housewives out for a thrill, many of them bold enough to come right out and ask. Others were just waiting to be plucked from the beaches.
He had had his eye on this one far a long time. He had been able to spot that red hair of hers from clear across the pool, even when there was a crowd. Time after time he had mentally peeled her naked. The reality was even better. He had always had the feeling that this one was one he was not going to get. There had been something different about her, an aura of total confidence and satisfaction that was like an armor-plated shield. He had known she would never come to him. And he also knew that if he had just come up to her and asked, she would have laughed in his face, and brushed him off as if he were a child.
But that had been a month ago. Then something about her had begun to change. For some reason, her invulnerable self-confidence had begun to fade. There had been something about her that had told him that things were changing, that Mrs. Sue Anderson was coming on the market, that he was going to get a shot at her. When she had left the pool today and headed for the lockers, he had gotten Stan to take his place and followed her. It was earlier than she usually left the pool, maybe that had been his hint. At any rate, he had known that today was the day to make his move.
And now he was feeling her soft, warm, hungry body against his. Well, he was going to give it to her. He was going to love giving it to her. This was one piece of ass he was going to really, really enjoy.
He pushed back, and gazed at her hungrily as she leaned limply against the wall. She was wide open to him, her legs spread, her palms pressed against the wall, her face tipped up so he could kiss her, if he wanted to.
He cupped one of her full breasts again, and then watched how her nipple bounced when he tweaked it with his thumb. He marveled at the way her soft warm flesh molded itself to his demanding fingers.
His other hand stroked down over her hot belly. His fingers plunged into the tangling forest of her bush, and found the soft, hot, yielding labia. Boldly, he pressed his finger into her searing, dripping crevice. Her burning cunt swallowed his finger, sucking it in.
The rough wall was cold against Sue's back. The hand that touched her breast, fired her nipple and squeezed her firmly was hot, and hard, and heavy. And then another hand was stroking down over her belly, entering her pubic bush. Her legs slid still further open, her knees bent to give him total access to her cunt. That heavy, rough finger driving in to her vagina was the best thing that had happened to that hole in weeks. A flood of juice had greeted the invasion, a hot, sticky wave of eagerness.
Sue writhed against the wall as fiery lust boiled through her. She stood pressing back against the wall, squirming around the finger in her cunt. She twisted helplessly in the grip of overwhelming passion as the handsome lifeguard insolently penetrated her willing body.
Blindly, with a begging motion, Sue reached out with her right hand. Her fingers bumped against a hard hip. Like a tiny, sightless animal, her hand sought over that hard, hot, smooth expanse of skin. Her fingers found twisting, wiry hair, then the heavy, hard base of what they were seeking. She wrapped them around the hard bar of live meat and felt it tremble in her grasp. She squeezed it, testing its hardness. She stroked it, feeling the skin slip over the hard core. She ran one finger delicately around the groove where glans joined shaft, and felt the entire cock shiver from the touch on its nerve-loaded underside.
She tried to ignore what her touch was telling her. This was not the cock she was used to. This prick was different. It was smaller, but that was not what was bothering her. Jerry was the only man she had ever had, the only man she had ever wanted to have, until right now. She was being unfaithful to her husband of seventeen years. She was letting her body be probed and fondled by a virtual stranger, while she herself touched him in the most intimate of ways.
And she was going to let him make love to her. She knew she was going to let him make love to her. Well, perhaps "make love" was the wrong phrase. She was going to let him screw her. She was going to let him fuck her. She was going to let him pump his cock into her cunt, and squirt his full load of cum into her belly. And she knew she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
"Hurry up," she urged hoarsely, not because she was horny, but to cut off her train of thought. "Hurry up!"
Carl gloated as he pumped his finger in her dripping cunt. This cool, confident, red-headed bitch was begging for it. She was actually reduced to begging for it. Well, she was going to get it. She was really going to get it, all right. That hot hand of hers on his erect prick had raised him right to the boiling point. Only one thing was going to feel better than that dainty hand around his cock: her hungry cunt.
Sue felt his probing finger rip out of her pussy, and the loss made her sag with misery. Then he was hooking his hands under her armpits, lifting her, driving her back against the wall, hauling her up. His hips slammed against her, pounding her ass against the wall. But his chest wasn't against hers. He was leaning back, thrusting forward with his hips, ramming his cock at her while he held her at arm's length, pinned fast. His cock stabbed at her, poking her low in the belly, right above the top of her slit. He thrust at her impatiently, and the head of his prick slipped up, tugging through her bush even though he had aimed lower down this time.
"No," Sue grunted helplessly. She reached down to grab the cock she needed so badly. She had to aim it into her crotch far him. It was the humiliating prelude to the finale. She had to steer that cock into her, or she was not going to get it. It was one last bit of proof that this was anything but rape.
She raised herself up on her tiptoes to give him a better angle at her. She felt his prick bore up into her cunt, and the tension boiled out of her in one beautiful searing wave of contentment. Yes, this was what had been missing for so long, this delicious feeling of fullness, a marvelous, glutting bulk inside her, someone else's flesh stroking into her belly. His pubic arch cracked against hers, and her clit sent out a fiery wave of pleasure that boiled through her deliciously.
"Aaaaawwww," she sighed as she was at last stuffed full of cock.
"Hhhhhnnnngggg," Carl grunted with satisfaction as he felt her hot, velvety flesh completely envelop his prick. She was as hot, slick, and wet as any chick he had ever had. Drawing back, he rammed into her again. He loved the feeling of her dripping, searing vaginal walls sliding along his prick. He damn near lifted her right off her feet with the power of his thrust. His feet slipped on the wet, slick shower floor as he rammed at her again. He held her back against the wall so he had a steady target to shoot at.
"Uuuuhhh!" Sue grunted from the impact of his body against hers. Her head tolled limply as he rammed into her again and again.
"Ahhh, sooo goooddd," she purred. "That's so gooood!" She was clawing at Carl's strong shoulders and back as she accepted thrust after thrust into her belly. Flames were lashing at her as her pleasure grew and grew and grew. The hard, cold wall against her ass and back, the teetering imbalance as she hovered on her toes, the spattering spray of the tower against her face all contributed to her lust.
Carl grunted and heaved, slamming his prick into the hot socket of Sue's pussy. Her vagina felt like a fiery glove around his prick, a hot, searing, embracing, living, pulsating glove that rubbed every square millimeter of his cock with every drive into her. Her breasts quivered with every jolt. Her face was slack with mindless lust. This rich bitch was just as much an animal as any female on earth.
The cum was gathering in his groin, ready to burst out of him. He rammed at her, into her, harder and harder and harder. She shivered under the brutal impact of his drives. The breath was driven out of her in sharp grunts from the slamming impact against her.
"Ah-ah-sh! I'm -- coming!" she managed to groan in time with his pounding. "I'm coming!" Then she was engulfed in the flames of her orgasm. She was being cremated on the stake in her guts. "Aaaawwwrrr!" she wailed as the last vestiges of reason were incinerated by searing pleasure.
Carl was barely aware of her convulsions. He was sending blazing gouts of hot semen fountaining into her clinging cunt. He tried to force the tip of his prick right out her back as it poured shot after hot shot of cum into her belly. He ground her back into the wall, not caring if he did rim her completely through, just so long as he wrung the last delicious dribbles of semen from his aching, pumping balls. He growled senselessly as he felt his reservoirs at last pump dry. Then his prick was barely twitching and he backed away, drawing his slim, shrinking cock out of her drenched cunt.
"Awww!" Sue cried mournfully from the abrupt loss of that wonderful cock. She sagged sideways until she was in a corner, and let it hold her up. Weakly, helplessly, she watched as Carl hauled his suit up over his already limp prick. She made no attempt to dress herself or cover herself, but just stood there watching him.
Not sparing her a second glance, Carl opened the door and looked one way and then the other before slipping out. The door banged shut behind him, leaving Sue with her misery, and his cum in her belly. Then she turned her face to the wall and cried softly for a long, long time.
Finally, drained and hollow, she stepped under the hot shower in an attempt to wash off the filth she felt was covering her. Then, still feeling fouled inside, she pulled on her wet bathing suit, shut off the shower, and headed back toward the pool. Maybe in the cool salt water, she would be able to wash away the last traces of her shame. Ignoring the insolent stares of the two lifeguards, she tossed her towel aside and plunged into the water. She had drifted across, to the other side of the pool without taking a stroke. Suddenly Jerry appeared beside her.
"Hey, hi, wife," he said.
"Hi -- darling," she answered, the word sticking in her throat. "How was it?"
Jerry restrained a guilty start at the question. "The sail? Oh, all right. We got becalmed and had to be towed in."
"That's nice," Sue replied, not really having heard him.
"Let's try put the diving boards," Jerry suggested.
Sue glanced in that direction and shivered. Carl Randall was in the lifeguard chair on the big platform next to the diving boards.
"You go ahead," she answered. "I'm a little cold. I think I'll get dressed. See you later."
Jerry stared after her, hot puzzled and relieved. Evidently something was bothering her. But it couldn't possibly be that she knew what had gone on between him and Cindy Peters. Whatever it was, Sue was so distracted by it he didn't need to worry about her noticing anything different about him. He splashed toward the boards, his relief blotting out any thought about what Sue's trouble might be.
Miserably, Sue picked up her towel and retreated. How could she face her husband? God how could she ever face him? She tried to tell herself he deserved it for having ignored her for so long, but her misery and guilt wouldn't let her rationalize. She had willingly been unfaithful to the only man she had ever loved in her life. She sure she was going to be able to live with herself.
CHAPTER THREE
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 almo
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