said, 'Stay, Mr. Kazarra!' I was terrified! Jim's little prick was the first and only one I'd ever known. Imagine what your club was like going into my cunt?'
'I can imagine, Holly. Tell me about Jim.'
'My husband was never a fucker like you, Mr. Kazarra. He's a cuntlapper, but a real professional one. When he licks my cunt I'm in paradise. I really believe he could make money with his tongue.'
'Like you make it with your cunt, Holly?'
'That's different, Mr. Kazarra-oh, you called me a whore!'
'You fucked for five hundred!'
Holly laughed. 'That does make me a whore- a high-priced one.'
'Does Jim lick your cunt often, Holly?'
'Every night when I get home! He's a glutton for cunt, Mr. Kazarra. And Wednesday-Mr. Kazarra, he can't wait for me to get home!'
Frank put another inch in and asked, 'Why is Wednesday so important?'
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra-it's so good!'
'Tell me,' Frank said.
Holly hesitated and squeezed her cunt muscles again. 'Jim knows you fuck me on Wednesdays.'
'What?'
'Don't worry, Mr. Kazarra. Jim likes it because you do fuck me.'
'Well, I'll be a sonofabitch! You never mentioned that before!'
'I know, Mr. Kazarra. I didn't want to upset you because I didn't want you to stop screwing me.'
'But how does Jim take it?-I mean I'd get mad if I knew another man was fucking my wife!'
'Thank God, Jim is not like that,' Holly said, liking the slow rhythm of Frank's prick in her cunt. 'I told you he would rather lick a cunt than fuck it.'
'My God, woman; he's one man in a million!'
'I know it. We've been married twenty years and Jim has screwed me-'
'Say fuck,' Frank said. 'He has fucked me once a week and sucked me every night for those twenty years!'
'Christ-he must be quite a sucker.'
'He's a perfect cuntman, Mr. Kazarra.'
'And you like to be sucked off that often?'
'If you were a woman you could understand the delight a man's tongue can give a woman's cunt. Jim's so good! He creates sexual rhapsodies on my twat that I can't resist.'
'What about Wednesdays, Holly?'
'Put a little more in, Mr. Kazarra. It feels so good.' Holly grunted slightly as another inch of hard flesh penetrated her interior. 'Jim likes Wednesdays because he knows you fuck me and he can suck your come off my twat.'
'What a man!' Frank said. 'Imagine wanting to suck my juice off your cunt!'
'Jim gets a big bang out of that, Mr. Kazarra. He likes it so well that Wednesday is the best day for me. He even makes me tell him how you fuck me while he's lapping at my cunt!'
'And you tell him?'
'Sure I do, and he becomes so excited he practically eats my cunt!'
'What do you tell him?' Frank asked excitedly as he drove almost three quarters of his big piston into Holly's chamber.
'I tell him how big your prick is and he Seems fascinated by the size of it. I tell him everything -like how I take a little at a time until it's all in my twat.'
Holly crossed her arms and laid her head on them. 'Jim's the one who told me not to wipe my cunt after you come in it. He likes to lick it up with his tongue.'
Frank pushed another inch in and Holly cried, 'Oh, Mr. Kazarra-it's so big! No! No! Don't go so fast!'
Frank slowed his thrusts and said, 'You really like me to fuck you?'
'I'd die if you stopped fucking me.'
'You would?'
Holly sighed in delight as the ramming behind her caused her blood to ripple in her veins. 'Jim and I went to school together, Mr. Kazarra. His prick was the only one my cunt knew before you began to fuck me. I like your cock much better than Jim's.'
Frank shoved the last inch of cock into Holly's hole and said, 'Tell me how your husband sucks you off.'
Holly hadn't moved her ass an eighth of an inch since she bent over the desk for her Wednesday screwing. 'Jim is good at it, Mr. Kazarra. He likes me to lie down on the edge of our bed with my feet flat on the floor and my legs spread as wide as I can get them. Jim kneels on the floor before my twat and plays with it like a toy. By the time he puts his tongue on it he has me worked up-really tuned up to a high pitch. I feel it all over. My breasts get hard and my muscles-the ones in my ass especially-begin to tighten up.'
'Is that all?' Frank asked.
'Of course not! When I feel that way I concentrate on something else-like what I'll cook for dinner-or our bills!-and other things-never anything to do with sex.'
Frank let go of Holly's fine hips. He placed his hands on her legs, liking the feel of the expensive nylon as it curved over her thighs.
'If I ever concentrated on the feelings Jim's tongue brings me I'd pop off like that!' Holly snapped her fingers. 'He spreads my lips-my cunt lips-as far as he can get them. Then he places the flat of his tongue against my twat and never misses a speck of flesh on it!'
'Does it feel good?' Frank asked.
'My God, yes! Next to your cock there's nothing like it. When you make me come it feels great. When Jim makes me come it's so beautiful! He tongues my hole awhile and then concentrates on my clit. Then is when the feeling begins to intensify. It grows and grows and I think of what Jim is doing to my cunt until finally I just let go and burst into a wonderful ball of fire!'
Frank was feeling his cock begin to have that familiar sensation near its head. He pushed it all in and said, 'Now's the time, Holly. I'm going to fuck you, but good!'
Frank put his hands on Holly's hips again and forced her to move backward to meet his forward thrusts.
Holly raised herself onto her elbows.
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra! Feel my cunt!'
Frank reached around one of Holly's thighs and placed a forefinger on her clitoris. He moved the tip of the finger in time to his driving shaft.
'Oh, Mr. Kazarra-that's terrific!'
'You better come, Holly-my cock is ready to burst!'
'I am too!'
They both breathed harder, with the released air causing moaning sounds in the office. Holly began moving her ass and Frank locked his arms around her thighs.
'Frank! Frank!' Holly cried, forgetting her rule never to call her boss by his first name. 'Fuck me, Frank! Fuck me!'
And Frank, as he always did in the throes of his own spending, yelled, 'You dirty bitch! You fuck me! Move your ass! Squeeze your cunt on my cock! Why you dirty bitch-I'd like to stick this in your husband's mouth!'
That's as far as he got. His load shot from his prick and drenched the entire inside of the cunt he was fucking. He moved faster and faster to get all possible feeling from his effort.
Holly cried, 'Fuck me, you dirty Italian pig! Make that horse cock blow out my brains! Give it to me-fuck, you pig!'
And that's as far as she got. Her cunt burst into that wonderful ball of fire and the feeling spread throughout her body. 'Oh, Mr. Kazarra,' Holly said. 'You did it again!'
'That was a good fuck, Holly,' Frank said. He withdrew his cock from Holly's cunt and she stood up and smoothed down her skirt. After the first three screwings Frank had given her, she got into the habit of not wearing panties to work-on Wednesdays.
Frank pocketed his big prick and sat down by his desk. 'Holly,' he said, 'vacation time will soon be here. You'll
