"Ohhhhhhh… Stevie-e-e… aaaaahhhhhh!"
The boy grinned. She never called him Stevie until she was well on the way to climax. Her wet pussy, as it clung to his hard-stroking cock, told him how excited she was. The thought and feel of her excitement inspired his. He drove his cock deep into her pussy. He pulled back quickly and shoved it into her again. The power and the passion were getting the best of Steve. All he could think about was how he wanted to do it to her over and aver and over again. The clutching dampness of her twat had become the center of Steve's youthful universe. "Oh Miss Pope! Your cunt's so hot on my cock! Jeez, it's good… jeez-z-z!"
Despite their long history of intimacy, it had never occurred to Steve to call his father's secretary by her given name. When she was working, she was so efficient, so downright awe-inspiring that he often found himself wondering if their affair was not just a jack-off fantasy he had invented for himself. When she was pinioned on the end of his stiff cock, she was a totally different person – wild, wanton, greedy for filling cock – but still he never lost the respect for her that made him still call her Miss Pope, even when he had his cock jammed to the hilt in her cunt.
Even when they were writhing in passion, Steve never forgot that she was more than ten years older than he was. And that, when it came to a struggle of wills outside the sexual arena, Miss Pope's word reigned supreme in the household.
Now, though, it was Steve's turgid cock that reigned supreme. He clenched his muscular buttocks and thrust his cock fiercely up into the older woman's pussy. His cock in her cunt was making a wet, sluicing noise that was the final indicator of how close Miss Pope was getting to the summit. Steve loved to hear her cries of orgasm, and he worked like a madman to make her climactic cries ring again in his ears.
Her cunt muscles clenched spasmodically around his cock and Steve realized that he too was getting close to the point of no return. Her pussy was tugging on him, demanding so much of his tireless cock that he knew it would not be content until it had robbed him of his life-giving juices. The thought of giving her a squishy cuntful of cum made him work all the harder.
"Steve… oh screw me harder, Stevie-e-e! Your cock's so good to my pussy, baby!" Her every nerve-ending afire, Gwen knew it would not be long before the delicious pressure building up in her belly would be released in a glorious wave of ecstasy. She worked for the achievement of that ultimate pleasure-filled moment. Even the boy himself faded from her consciousness, as nothing more than the vehicle that was carrying her whole being to such intense transports of lust. "Aaaaahhhhhhh… ohhhhhhh, I love to do it! I love it! God-d-d!"
The boy was just as obsessed with passion as she was. He grabbed cruel hold of her rounded ass-cheeks and forced her to hold steady while he shoved her full of lunge after lunge of tingling cock-shaft. There was a moment when he thought he could go on forever. But that moment quickly disappeared, driven into oblivion by the raunchy wails of the woman before him. Miss Pope was cumming!
"God-d! Oh God-d-d… I'm… I'm cummm-ing-g-g-g!" Her cries progressed from a great roar to feeble mewls that indicated her climax had robbed her of the last of her superhuman energy. But still she managed to keep squirming her ass back at the boy. Even in her abandon, she could not rest easy until she had what she wanted from him.
Her last pleading hip contortions were what coaxed Steve over the edge. He could not resist the prospect of filling up with juices a cunt that wanted it so much. He felt the first spurt of his climax, and then he was lost in a heady wash of pleasure. "I'm cumming too, Miss Pope! Oh… sweet pussy! Good hot pussy!"
They squirmed like rutting animals against one another until they were exhausted. The woman whimpered out her satisfaction at having her pussy full of cum, then she collapsed onto the bed. The boy was right on top of her.
The pressure of his body on hers pleased Gwen. It filled her full of the kinds of wanton feelings that had first goaded her into seducing the boy.
Three long, pleasure-packed years before…
CHAPTER TWO
Gwen Pope had been working for her boss Rex Manners for a couple of years but still she had not managed to figure out his young handsome son Steve. Rex often preferred to work at his office in his home rather than downtown in the hustle bustle of corporate headquarters. So Gwen saw a lot of the boy. They often ate their meals together. They had many long talks together, about outer space, about rattlesnakes, about football heroes – all the things the intelligent, active boy liked to talk about.
Yet Gwen sensed that there was always a distance between herself and the boy. She would have liked to close that distance. He was such a fine boy, so much like his father in looks yet so much more sensitive. Already sensing that she might never get Rex to propose marriage, Gwen felt a fierce hunger to make herself indispensable to the household in other ways. Like being a close friend to the motherless boy.
It frustrated her that Steve would let her get so close when they were discussing the NFL draft, yet would clam up when she tried to get down to more personal topics. She sensed a kind of fear in him, or a mistrust. It baffled her.
Soon after Steve's birthday, his father announced that he would be leaving for a two-week business trip to Europe. The boy was used to his father's absences. He didn't bat an eyelash when he was informed of the latest project. But Gwen was sure that underneath Steve felt a little lost. His father so seldom displayed affection. How could the boy know he was really loved?
Gwen decided to make the two weeks a special time for Steve. She would do her best to convince him that he need not feel lonely. There was someone close by who really cared.
In between her secretarial and house management duties, Gwen planned special things for her and Steve to do. They went to a baseball game. They went to the natural history museum. Gwen grew distressed when she realized that, the more time they spent together, the more strained the boy grew in her presence. She wondered if there were something wrong with her. Her feelings were hurt.
On a Sunday afternoon, she planned a picnic in the countryside not far from the Manners' large comfortable home. They spread a blanket near a stream. They fished for a while, neither one minding that they did not catch anything. Gwen spread out the deviled eggs and the ham and the homemade bread that she had brought along to entice Steve's growing appetite. She got more pleasure from watching him eat than she did from her own tastebuds. It pleased her to be able to please him.
"Steve?"
"Hmmm…?" There was not much more he could say with a mouthful of egg and ham.
"Is there something about me…" She was reluctant to go on, but she knew she had to do it. She could not rest easy until she knew. "… well… something you don't like?" She realized her heart was pounding. His answer meant a great deal to her.
"Heck no!" he replied at once. He blushed, then continued more quietly. "You're the nicest secretary my dad ever had, Miss Pope."
She took his first spontaneous response more seriously than his added careful explanation. She flushed with pleasure. "Then why… well, Steve, I just don't understand why you seem so nervous around me, when we're alone together."
He looked away from her, pretending to concentrate on his fishing pole which hung just as quietly in the water as he had before. She knew he had not forgotten her question.