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It was truly great to be well hung, Brent mused as his semi-hard fleshtube swayed loosely under his boxer shorts. He watched the bobble of his secretary's round buttocks as she exited his office after doing her morning duty. Damn, she was good! He'd be sorry to lose her. She'd sure changed from the arrogant, spoiled beauty she'd been when she first began working for him, four years ago. She was still beautiful but the arrogance had dissolved when the last two inches of his ten-inch organ had rearranged her interior. Would her replacement be as good? He doubted it.

Melinda swished the mouthwash and spat it into the sink. She preferred the days when they had time to do it right and, instead of washing the remains of her boss's semen from her mouth, she could relax in her chair and savour the delightful ache that his huge organ produced in her loins. She was going to miss it, she knew, but Gerry was rich and handsome and, although not as well endowed as her boss, he was gentle and loving. And she'd be able to control him, too. Brent had been good to her, good for her, too, but Gerry represented security, possibly even permanence,

Cindy was nervous. Extremely nervous. But excited, too. Her classmates from Miss Loundin's Secretarial School had oooh'd and aaahhh'd with envy when she told them about the job she'd found. No, not a job, a position. Private Secretary to the General Manager. Imagine, barely nineteen years old and she got the position. Of course Miss Lewis, Melinda, was only a few years older and she must have been as young as herself when she started working for Mr. Andrews. Soon she'd be the one that took those important, first-thing memos in the morning. And went away with him on business trips to big cities like San Francisco and Chicago. And stayed in big, expensive hotels.

Brent relaxed with a cup of coffee and thought about his new secretary. She was certainly different from Melinda. Religious, Melinda had told him. "You need someone like her to get your head straight. She won't put up with any of the foolishness you got me to do," she had said, smiling, after this morning's servicing, a drool of creamy gism showing whitely on her full, red lips. She'd obviously forgotten that she, herself, had not exactly been an easy roll in the hay to begin with. He liked challenges and Cindy was a challenge. Of course maybe she wasn't as religious and innocent as she appeared?

I'm no better than a pimp, Melinda thought as she saw her replacement walk through the doorway, a procuress. I know he likes them young and innocent and this one has to be the epitome of youth and purity unless I get him a schoolgirl. He'd probably like that. I sure had a problem explaining to Gerry why I was shaved down there. But she's a blonde so she probably doesn't have much hair there, anyway. How is he going to get her? Will he fuck her by force like he thought he did with me?

Melinda, like Cindy, had been nineteen when Brent had hired her. Unlike Cindy, however, she was dark and plump and busty, very busty. And she hadn't been a virgin, either. In fact, she'd been essentially at the other end of the vestal rainbow. Melinda suspected that the born-again blonde had yet to experience the pleasures of the flesh unless it was, maybe, some finger-generated relief. It would be great to see the expression on the prissy prude's face when she took Brent's humungous tool into the depths of he body. But that wasn't to be. How should she prepare her, set her up?

"Good morning, Miss Lewis. I hope I'm not late?"

"No, Cindy. But after you take over you must be here before Brent... Mr. Andrews arrives." God, the girl was pretty. Brent was likely dreaming already about having that small mouth with those thick, red lips wrapped around his cock. She was almost desirable enough to make her, Melinda, bi-sexual.

"Oh, I will. For sure, Miss Lewis. Is there anything special he likes? Should his coffee be with milk or black?"

Yeah, there's something special he likes. But you're not ready for that. Not yet." The most important thing is that he likes it strong. And fresh. Make a double strength pot when you get here in the morning." Does she know what impresson she gives, wearing that dress? God, it must be ten years out of date but it sure shows off her form. Every curve of it.

"Is there a dress code here, Miss Lewis? I mean, can I wear slacks sometimes or must it always be a dress? They told us in school that some companies were real strict about what the secretaries wear?"

"Mr. Andrews prefers that we wear dresses... or skirts. No pants." Ha! She's going to find out that he prefers no clothes at all. And definitely, no panties. "You look lovely today. Is that a new dress, Cindy?"

"Do you really think so? It was my mother's and she's put on weight so she gave it to me. Mom said it looked good on me."

"Your mother's right."

"It''s not... like? You know? Immodest?"

"It's just stylish, Cindy. Mr. Andrews will like it." For sure. If her mother thought it was too small for her, why did she let this one wear it. It looks like it's going to split right down the front, the way those big boobs stretch it. And if she bent over, that cute, round ass would be showing its crack to everyone. "Now it's time to learn about our filing system."

"Miss Lewis. Can you get a few things together and come with me to Seattle for that meeting tomorrow?" That was how it started, Melinda remembered. And she wasn't very happy about it, at first. She'd been invited to a cocktail party with a lawyer she'd just met. And, as she was recalling that time, Brent, in his office, was getting an erection as he, too, remembered.

"Uh... well? I actually had something planned for this evening?"

"I hope you can make other arrangements, Melinda. I really need you." Damn, I have to do something to bring her into line. She acts like she owns the place.

"When do we have to leave?" God, I hate that man. He wants to control me. I should find another job somewhere else. But it sure beats being a working girl. Maybe he will be my ticket to a different life?

"I want to catch the three o'clock shuttle flight, this afternoon. Go home and get your things and meet me at the airport. We'll be there only tomorrow."

Melinda, burning with resentment at having to do what her boss demanded, went home and packed a few things, then caught a cab to the airport. At least, she consoled herself, she'd get to fly in Business Class. And, even though she didn't usually drink much, she took advantage of the free booze to put away quite a few gin and tonics during the two-hour flight. By the time they landed, she was feeling almost mellow and some of her resentment had been dissolved by the alcohol.

"I'm sorry I screwed up your plans for this evening, Melinda." Brent was lounging in a big, soft chair in his expensive hotel suite and Melinda was sitting on a hard chair opposite him. They were both drinking again, the well stocked mini-bar having provided a good selection to choose from. "Look, why don't you change into something more comfortable and I'll have room service deliver us dinner?"

"Yeah... OK... but? Look, sir, I'm your secretary, not your slave." Emboldened by the alcohol, Melinda decided to lay it on the line. She wasn't going to allow him to boss her around, even if he was her boss. It had been bad enough when she was getting paid for it. "I don't have to put up with having my plans upset like you did today. Next time I want more notice if you're going to need me outside of regular office hours."

"Hmmm... I guess I was inconsiderate?" Damn. What a body. "But I told you, when I hired you, that you'd have to go on short trips with me."

"But you didn't say it would be on such short notice!" With a toss of her head, the defiant secretary went out the door to her room, which adjoined his.

Brent changed into shorts and a t-shirt while his secretary looked through her bag for something casual. She hadn't brought much but she was determined that she'd get out of her snug-fitting dress and nylons. All she had that was comfortable and not dressy was a light cardigan and flimsy harem pants. Well, at least they covered her, she thought, as she had a quick shower before donning them. I wonder if he ever uses call girls?

"I ordered for us, Miss Lewis. It should be along shortly." God, what tits! And that ass! She's kind of fat but the fat is all in the right places.

Without asking, Melinda had taken another gin from the mini-bar and had sprawled on the sofa in the sitting room of his suite, He was acting chastened, she thought, as if her complaint had been noticed. Hell. He was just another man, even if he was her boss. And he was at least twenty years older than she. Like many of the Johns she'd known. He was eying her sweater, or rather, its contents. She'd purposely left off her bra as a scheme developed in her mind. Melinda pushed her perceived advantage further. He was easy, she thought. Maybe I can squeeze a raise out of him. "You're taking quite a chance, you know, Brent. Doing this."

"What's that, Melinda? How?" What's she getting at? Seems to me that she's the one taking a chance?

"You know. Making your secretary go away with you and then being all alone in your hotel room with her. Remember what happened to Jim Whatsisname, the evangelical preacher."

"Hmmm? Yes, I see what you mean." And that girl didn't have this one's cleavage, he mused as he looked at the low vee of her cardigan which displayed the deep valley between Melinda's unbrassiered tit-mounds. "You're not afraid, are you?"

"Not at all, Brent. But? Do you think you're really paying me enough to be here with you? Alone?"

"That depends, Melinda? Are you suggesting that, if you were paid more you might provide a total secretarial service?"

"No! I am not suggesting that!" the young woman retorted. "And, besides, you're almost as old as my father. But if I claimed that you... you know... harrassed me, people would likely believe me." What would he do if he knew how she'd really made her living since she was sixteen?

Stung by her comment about his age almost as he was angered by her threat, Brent rose to his feet and towered over the seated woman. "So you think I'm too old, do you?" he said in a low voice. "Well, I might as well be shot as a sheep as a lamb," and he grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet.

"No... No, damn you! Let me go!" Melinda protested loudly as her belly was bumped by the bulge of Brent's huge erection. "I'll scream!" She mustn't overdo it. God, if she let him rape her, or made it seem that way, she'd have the perfect hold over him.

"Go ahead, Melinda. Nobody can hear you." He looked down lustfully at her heaving, jiggling breasts, now almost bared under the gaping opening of her cardigan. "I think you're asking for it." Bending down, he hoisted her, kicking and struggling, over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom."

"I'll sue... I'll send you to jail!" the young woman threatened as she was dumped unceremoniously onto the king-sie bed. And then, before she could do anything about it, Brent had stripped off her harem pants and her bikini panties and she was naked from the waist down, her full thighs clamped together as she gasped, "No... don't... let me up... I'm sorry I said what I did." Melinda's gaze was fixed on the projecting tent of his loose-fitting shorts. God! He was hung like a stallion.

"OK, Miss Lewis. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have reacted like that." God, she looked almost like a teenager? No, she was a teenager, he remembered. But not one as young as she looked right then. He stood back, handing her the garments he had peeled off and turning away while she put them back on.

"Look, Mr. Andrews, I might forget about what you did if you gave me a raise," the mercenary schemer replied, "and promised not to do anything like that again?" With her harem pants back on, she felt in control again. "But remember, I may be young but you're not going to boss me around!" She looked up at Brent defiantly.

"I see. So what do you expect?" Was she going to use this to try to extort favours from him? And not do her job? Likely. He hadn't forced a girl to have sex with him since he was eighteen, and even then it was not really rape. She'd wanted it too but was afraid of getting pregnant. And, after that, she'd been as anxious as he for repeats.

"Well, first, I want another $100 a week," Melinda demanded, increasing her salary by more than fifty percent. ot much, she mused, since that was less than an hour at her previous rates. "And I want Fridays off. You get your own coffee, too." She really hated that part of her job. It made her feel even more like a servant that she did when her ordered her, asked her, actually, to do typing and filing.

"And how do I know that you won't demand more?" Brent asked, trying to decide what he should do. He would likely be believed if he denied hat any of this ever happened but, the way these cases were going, it was not a certainty by any means. And Melinda was certainly an appealing piece? It would be the ultimate insult to be charged without having, at least, the satisfaction of complete intimacy, willingly granted or not.

"Hah! You won't. You don't deserve to." Melinda drew herself up to her five foot, nine inch height and literally gloated or, at least as much as she could when the gloatee stood more than half a foot taller than she. She was relishing the control she suddenly had over this big, older man. It was easy, she told herself.

"Well, like I said, better to be shot as a sheep than a lamb." Brent grabbed the lapels of her sweater and ripped it open, most of the buttions slipping out of the worn buttonholes but on resisting until it tore free and flew past his hip.

"No, damn you! NO!" Melinda spat as she tried to cover her loosely flopping, naked tit-jugs, "I'll see you in jail for this!" and then she was flat on her back on the bed and her boss was again peeling off her harem pants. "You Goddam bastard!", she swore as he held her writhing body down with one hand while, with the other, he pushed down his shorts. Damn! She really didn't want it. It was no different than what she was trying to get away from.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Brent said softly as he held her shoulders down on the bed and got his knees between her thrashing legs, avoiding the young woman's attempts to knee him in the groin. Melinda's legs kicked wildly but uselessly and, even though she was a big woman, she was clearly overmatched. Brent, finally, overpowered her, his knees on her thighs to hold down her open legs, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed beside her head.

"Bastard... bastard... bastard," Melinda snarled, her upper lip drawn back from her white teeth as, in temporary, and now real, defeat, she stopped struggling. "I'll get even with you!" And then she saw his penis in all its huge, thickly veined prominence jutting out over her belly like an extra arm. Her eyes widened and her full-lipped mouth gaped in awe of the hugely threatening organ. She'd seen more than she could count but none with the dimensions of her boss's rampant fucktool.

"You're lovely, Melinda. Even lovelier than I thought." Brent surveyed her big, shapely frame from the fullness of her thighs, flattened where his knees held them down, past the soft-fleshed width of her hips and the marvellous fullness of her oversized breasts to her pretty face which, now, looked almost innocent with her awestruck expression.

"Sir... Mr. Andrews... please... I'm sorry... please... I won't tell... I won't ever tell," Melinda whined with only partially feigned humility. Oh God, she though, how could I have believed I could dominate him? "Please let me up? Please?"

"Not now, Melinda. Not yet," Brent murmured as he angled his tool at the furry nest between her legs. Her sudden transformation from an arrogant bitch to a timidly whining supplicant was tremendously erotic and stimulating. "I'm going to fuck you, Miss Lewis. I'm going to fuck your brains out." He'd never spoken like that before but after the way she'd threatened him and the confidence she'd displayed when she'd said he'd never be sure she wouldn't tell, he wanted to conquer her, to subjugate her to his will.

"But?... but, sir? I promise? Please? You're too big? I know it. " She hadn't been aware of the hurt from his knees holding down her thighs until he let them slide off, between her legs. She made no attempt to squirm away. She couldn't. In spite of her extensive experience, she was paralyzed with fright at the thought of being penetrated by, dominated by his mammoth tool.

"You're a big woman," Brent said softly. "And you need it. All of it." He lowered his hips until the peach-sized, purple knob rested against the crevice of her sex.

"Oh nooo... pleease, Mr. Andrews, please sirrr," Melinda moaned and her hips jerked away from the burning touch of his cock against her pussylips. At that moment she was as timid and frightened as when she'd been a twelve year old virgin and her unofficial step-father was preparing to initiate her with his ordinary, six inch tool. But then an unwilled thrill of anticipation shot through her loins, mixed with fear, as she imagined what it would feel like to be entered, expanded by that marvellous appendage. Could she take it? Maybe she'd like it? Maybe he had what she needed to make the rockets fire? Oh God. He was huge. Would he hurt her? "Can't... cahhnn't sir. You can't do it."

"You're not a virgin are you, Melinda?"

"Nuh... noo... yes... yes I am," she responded, grasping at the chance that if she professed innnocence, he'd relent. She didn't want it. She just wanted to use her new-found respectability to catch an eligible, rich husband. Like the lawyer she was supposed to be with tonight.

"That's even better, then, my dear. Don't be afraid. Just relax. I've had smaller virgins than you." He didn't really believe her, especially since her claim of virginity came after saying she wasn't. But he doubted she'd taken one like his so there was stilll some unexplored territory inside her. He pushed at the hot mouth of her vagina.

"No... no... oohhh noooo," the big-framed woman cried out as she felt the expanding pressure of his bulbous knob pushing into her. Her ample hips rotated away from the threatening push but, held high by her big, round ass, she could not retreat enough. There was a tingling, a delicious tickling, as the thick knob opened her orifice. Maybe it would be good?

"You're not a virgin, are you, Melinda? Somebody already got your cherry," Brent said as he met no obstruction and immersed three inches of his tool inside her humid passage. God, she was wet, wet and slippery. Willing or not, she was turned on. This was

going to be good. He knew it. Big and strong-willed, she'd give hiom the ride of his life.

"But... aahhh... but sirrr... Mr. Ahhhlannn," Melinda moaned tremulously as she felt herself being stretched, the soft corrugations of her cuntwalls smoothing the man's rock-hard pole penetrated. But it didn't hurt. Maybe it would be alright? Maybe it was meant to be? She remained tense and stiff but her fear diminished.

Brent wasn't surprised that this lush-bodied, young woman had lost her cherry. After all, she was almost twenty. And, although she wasn't a virgin, she was delightfully tight. He looked down at her as he spiralled his hips, screwing into her in fact, not just in

an alliterative way. Her long legs opened wider as if to accept, maybe ask for, deeper penetration and soon he had eight inches buried inside her wetly welcoming fuckwell. "That's it, baby. You like it, don't you?" he asked, rhetorically.

"Yannhh... but... hannhhh... sirrrr?", Melinda replied. How was she going to be able to regain control? He was completely in command now, her mind and body unable to offer even token resistance. She felt a new sensation, a paralysing senasation in her loins and she looked down. Oh God! He wasn't all in yet! Her belly bulged as if she was trying to make room for him and she felt something give inside her. Was he in her womb?

"Oohhhh yesss Melinda. Oohhh yesss!" Brent felt the hardness of her cervix as the tip of his cock touched it and then he was there. All the way in. Melinda's legs, which had been trembling tensely against his lowering hips, became loose and floppy. The base of his tool spread the inner lips of her sex, his oversized organ filling her beyond anything she had ever imagined possible and the young woman's soft flesh molded to his, her round belly palpitating, her jelly-like tit-pillows jiggling as she went limp in surrender. Brent ground against her furry mons as he strained to complete his conquest of her psyche.

"Haannhhh... unnnghhh... annnngghh," Melinda's heard her own moans as she was skewered by her boss's mammoth engine. She felt small, insignificant, weak. She couldn't stop him. Didn't want to stop him. She'd never felt like this. She was his. All his. Oh God! He was fucking her! His body was in hers, in and out. So much of him.

"You were made for me, baby," Brent murmured as he slowly ploughed her hotly clasping furrow. There was a delightful, clinging warmth to her body as he sank into her plump belly and her huge fleshbags virtually surrounded his chest like underinflated balloons. "Ohhh God, Melinda, fuck me... move that lovely, big ass." and he slid his hands under her big, soft buttocks to squeeze the pliant flesh.

"Hannhh... sirrr... unnghh... sirrr," the young woman moaned. Her ass muscles flexed as, apprehensively, she obeyed his demand. Her broad hips gave a timourous, upward jerk and she felt her passage give more as her motion allowed even greater penetration. Could she do it? Fuck him? She felt as if she was being split apart, the pressure on the walls of her sex creating an ache, almost painful but at the same time, glorious. "Yunnngh... yuh... unnhh," she grunted as her fear dissolved in the growing fire in her loins and her long legs rose to twine with his.

She knew what to do. She wasn't the virgin she claimed to be. Brent could feel her assmuscles working as he squeezed her soft assmelons. "Ohh yess, Melinda... oohhh yesss," he urged as he tried to guide her to a rhythmic undulation to match his long, slow strokes. "You've had it before, haven't you, baby?"

"Yannhh... annhh... but?... unnngghh!" his secretary grunted as he slammed against her broad, soft hips with a fierce, hard plunge. "But?... unnghh!... oohhh Mr. Andrews? I did... once... unnghh... but..." she panted as she sought an excuse for her response. She hadn't felt like this since her pseudo stepdad's cock had first expanded her pre-teen passage. He'd marvelled at the way a twelve year old could move, but if Brent ever guessed her background, her chance at a new life would be ended. She had to remain the innocent victim.

It was like riding an air matress on a wavy ocean. Her hips undulated smoothly, her soft tit-jugs rolled like underinflated balloons and her vagina writhed around his throbbing tool as he screwed her. "Oh yes, Melinda... oohhh yesss," Brent moaned appreciatively. "You're great, baby... fantastic!"

The slow, deep reaming of her vagina was driving Melinda wild. "Yunnh... yunnh... hurry... hannhh... hurry," she panted as she felt the heat in her loins become a raging fire. Her arms went around him, her hands clasping his ass as she writhed against him. "Cum... gonna cummm!" she groaned. "Yeahhh... yeaahh... cummmm!" and her long legs locked strongly around his hips as she tilted to take every millimetre of his huge staff up into the the depths of her fuckwell. "Yesss... now... nowww... cumminngg, she cried out as she went over the top.

The young woman's feverish plea and the sudden jerking of her big, soft frame under him brought Brent to his peak. He felt her cunt muscles contract on his tool and, with a long, loud groan, he exploded into her. As Melinda's legs fell loosely away from his hips, he pumped his hot sperm into her as her passage squeezed and milked him like a soft hand.

"Gawwd, Melanie... you're good," Brent slumped down on his secretary's big, soft body. Her hips rocked gently and slowly under him with the skill from her many couplings.

" Oohhh sirr," Melinda sighed, looking up at her boss with feigned innocence as she drained the last mini-spurts of his sperm into her experienced body. "You... oh God... you made me crazy," and giving a little wriggle, she continued, You're still making me crazy. I didn't know it would be like that?" Is this the time to go for a raise? No, maybe not yet? I'll wait until he wants it again. "I was so scared."

"You weren't really scared, were you Melinda?" He rolled of of her slowly undulating frame. She definitely wasn't the ingenue she pretended to be but, so what? She was definitely a good fuck. No, a great one.

"Terrified, Brent. I thought you'd kill me." He's not going to buy that 'you were thr first' story. I'm going to have to try another tactic. "But... like... I kinda lied to you about something, sir. Like... you weren't the first."

"I figured that out, Melinda. But it doesn't matter." Brent fondled the young woman's big, soft fleshbags and looked at her lush, naked body.

"It was... like... I couldn't stop him? He was Mom's husband... sort of..." I wonder how much of the truth I should tell? "He... like... I was pretty young and innocent and... it never happened with anyone else."

"He was a good teacher, Melinda. And you were a good student, too." And she didn't learn to screw like that with just one fuck. "How old were you? The first time? When he broke your cherry?"

"Uh... I was only twelve, sir." I wonder if kiddy-fucking turns him on? Melinda had started hooking at fourteen and she quickly learned that it was the older Johns who seemed to go for the young stuff. She'd discovered that keeping her pussy shaved added to her market value, too. Was Brent like that?

"How big were you, Melinda? Had these begun to grow?" and he gave her huge mammaries a gentle, hefting squeeze.

"I... I guess so? I was pretty big for my age." And the envy of her grade seven classmates. Copping a squeeze of her already DD jugs seemed to be the aim of every boy in Central Junior High. But it had been her pseudo-stepfather who had taken advantage of her innocence and vulnerability to be the first to sample her voluptuous, adolescent charms.

"I can imagine the temptation," Brent murmured as his hand slid down over her plump belly to her prominent, bushy mons. "Did you have hair here?"

"No... not much, anyway." Yes. He's getting turned on. I wonder if he'd like to shave me? "I was only twelve?"

"How did it happen? Did he force you? Rape you?"

"Uh... not exactly... except legally I guess it was?" How much should she tell him? Should she admit that she liked it? It was... like... Mom was sleeping."

In fact, Mom was passed out. Melinda had peeked into her bedroom and saw Fred on top of her mother's big, naked body and knew, at once, that he was doing what the girls joked about, fucking her.She felt a pang of a sort of strange jealousy. She liked Fred. More than her real father because her real father used to get drunk and beat her and beat her mother, too. Fred, though, treated her mother like a lady and treated her, his step-daughter, like she was grown up, too. But he didn't want her to call him Daddy. He said that was a special name and only for her real one, so she called him Uncle Fred.

"Tell me all about it, Melinda." Brent's fingers played with the soft, cum-slicked lips of her fat pussy and it accentuated the ache she had felt since he'd pulled out of her. Why not? She wouldn't tell him about all the others but Fred was different.

"He was... like... in bed with Mom. But she was passed out. Sometimes she drank too much." Melinda had never told anyone what happened and now she was suddenly anxious to relate her story. She got a warm feeling in her belly as she tried to imagine how Brent would feel about it. He reminded her a lot of Fred and he was about the same age as when it happened, the first time.

With a murmur of dissatisfaction, Fred dismounted from Lucy's ample frame and lay naked beside her, his organ sticking out from his groin in unsatisfied erection. "Melinda? Is that you?" He pulled the sheet over his waist.

"Uh... yeah... I was just going to bed?"

"It's kinda early for you, isn't it?" Carefully keeping himself covered, Fred slid out of bed and grabbed his jogging shorts from the floor. "Your Mom's asleep and I thought I might go to sleep too, but I guess it's too early." What had she seen? God, if she wasn't his step-daughter, she could sure take care of that unsatisfied urge in his belly. Was she really only twelve? What a set of tits!

What was it like? He'd had his thing right inside her mother. Sally said it felt real good but Melinda didn't believe she really knew. Sally was only eleven and her bubs were just beginning to show. She hoped that her mother's drinking wouldn't make Fred mad so he'd go away. She followed him to the living room.

"Do you like it here, Uncle Fred? I mean, living with me'n Mom?"

"Sure I do, kitten. You're both great people." And, when she's sober, your mother's the best fuck I've ever had. "Will you get me a beer, kitten? Please."

Melinda went to the fridge in the kitchen and got a beer, twisting off the top and sneaking a sip before she brought it to her step-father. She liked doing things for him. He was always so appreciative.

"Here it is. I hope it's cold enough." She sat on the sofa beside him, curling her legs up under her bottom, blissfully unaware of the show she was putting on.

"It's perfect, kitten." Fred looked down at the substantial gap of the neck of his step-daughter's pyjama top. She's going be bigger than her mother by the time she's a teenager, he thought. Bigger than most full-grown women already. "Are the boys giving you a hard time yet, Melinda?"

"Uh, whaddya mean, Uncle Fred?"

"Like... you know... do they grab you here?" He couldn't resist the temptation. He cupped one of her ripe, young globes and gave it a gentle squeeze. Firm for their size. Damn, he'd like to feel them under his chest.

"Yeah... sorta... why're guys like that, Uncle Fred? Why do they pinch me?"

"You're kinda special, kitten. Most girls your age aren't as pretty and, especially, they aren't as big. Here, that is." And the man used that as an excuse to give the girl's large breasts another appreciative squeeze. In a few years they'd be as soft as her mother's but now they had the firm, springy resilience of youth and he savoured the warm heaviness of the pre-teen's precociosly developed boobs.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Uncle Fred? Really?" The man's compliment made her feel warm all over. Except that she wasn't sure if it was his words or the feel of his hand on her bubs? He was still holding it, too.

"You're even prettier than your mother, but don't tell her I said that." Fred's erection, which had wilted after he'd pulled out of his unresponsive partner, stirred again. What am I thinking of? What's the matter with me? Getting a hard-on from a kid.

"I like you, Uncle Fred. I like you more'n Daddy. You're so nice to me." The blossoming twelve-year-old girl looked up trustingly at her stepfather and pushed her big, young breasts against his hand. "I like it when you hold me, too. And it feels good. Your hand on my bubs." Melinda had no idea of what she was doing to the man beside her. Nor did she have any idea of what he would do to her before the night was over. She lifted one leg and hooked it over Fred's thigh, squirming closer to him. Do you like me, too?"

"I think you're a great kid, kitten," Fred replied as he looked at her plump, bare thigh. Her shortie pyjama bottoms (or maybe they were just her panties?) were scrunched up in the space between her open thighs, the elastic pantyleg sort of caught in the slit of her pudendum so that one fat, hairless roll of cuntflesh was uncovered. "But it's almost you bedtime, isn't it?" He wanted to get back into bed with her mother. Even if she was unconscious it would be a novel kick to pretend that Lucy was her daughter. And that would drive the obscene thoughts from his head.

"It's Friday night. I don't hafta go to school tomorrow. Can't I stay up until nine" The youngster grabbed his arm as she looked up with a cute, pleading smile and, as she grabbed him, her elbow bumped something hard between his legs.

"Yeah... but I'm tired and you have to go to bed before me." Fred tried to angle down so that the girl's arm wasn't pressing his erection but her arm stayed in contact, almost as if she was trying to excite him. And, trying to or not, she surely was.

Do you like me as much as Mom?" Melinda sensed that he was looking at her differently, now. She knew her arm was pressing his thing. Was that the reason? Men were funny. He'd had it inside her mother when she'd looked in the bedroom. Is that what was different? Was he thinking about that? Putting it in her? The young adolescent shuddered at the thought.

"I like you lots, Melinda. As much, but in a different way."

"Different how, Uncle Fred?" She shifted position again so that her arm was hard against his groin and his hand squeezed her breast until it almost hurt.

"You're still a little girl, kitten. I can't explain."

"Is it? Like? Coz you do stuff with her that you don't do with me?"

"Yeah... I guess that's part of it. You'll understand when you're older."

"But? Like? Tell me. I'll understand." Melinda could see that the man was looking down between her legs and she looked down, too. Her cunny was partly uncovered and she knew then, for sure, why he was acting differently. He wanted to put his thing inside her. In there. Would it hurt? Was Sally right? Would it feel good? She was torn between curiosity, fear and the chance to have him like her as much as he liked her mother.

"I was a dumb kid, I guess?" Melinda was kneeling beside Brent, one hand caressing his tool which, once more, was in a state of magnificent erection. Definitely he was enjoying the story of her initiation and she was giving him every detail, complete with her guesses as to her stepfather's thoughts. And she, herself, was getting turned on, too.

"No, kitten." and Fred firmly removed her arm from where it rested against his throbbing prick. "You have to go to bed."

"Awww... Uncle Fred? You don't really want me to go, do you?" Brazenly, the twelve year old slipped her hand under the man's shorts and grasped the hard fleshtube.

"OhmyGawwd, Melinda. Don't do that!" But Fred's protest was spoken in a choked voice as the youngster's warm, little hand closed around his organ. "You can't! Your mother would kill me!"

"I'm not gonna tell her, Uncle Fred." Melinda felt a sudden thrill, not a sexual one, but one of power. Her stepfather, despite his words, was like a puppet under her touch. She was in control of him. She could see, from the expression on his face, that he liked what she was doing. No, not just liked, he was beyond that. Rapture, maybe. And then his hand was between her legs, too, tugging aside her panties to touch her cunny.

"This is crazy, Melinda," Fred exclaimed as his stepdaughter's fumbling hand explored his genitals. His own fingers were probing the pulpy softness of her fat labia, pushing between them to the hot mouth of her tender, young vagina.

"Lemme see it, Uncle Fred... lemme see your thing," Melinda said with a nervous giggle. A strange thrill shot through her juvenile loins when her stepdad's finger rubbed her sensitive cuntal orifice and her hand squeezed his staff tightly.

"Alright, kitten," Fred gasped, his voice choked with lust. "And then we have to stop." The young girl's legs were opened wider now and he wondered if she was old enough to have an orgasm. Could he just make her cum and then send her to bed? That wouldn't be really bad, would it?

"Gawwlyyy! Is it always like this?" Melinda exclaimed as the man pushed down his shorts to free his thickly veined penis. "It's so hard!" She was on her knees then as her stepfather pulled her flimsy panties down over her big, firm bum and, with both hands now, the youngster played with his cock.

"Not always, kitten." His fingers were sliding easily over her naked sex, aided by the oily evidence of her juvenile arousal. God, it was smooth. He pulled her pyjama top up over her head so that her lovely, oversized twelve year old breasts were bared to his lustful gaze and, with his other hand, he played with the firm-fleshed melons. He knew he had to stop before he did something her'd regret but the sight and feel of the naked, young girl kneeling beside him was too delightful to stop just yet.

"Am I makin' you feel good, Uncle Fred? Do yuh like playin' this way?" A dribble of hot fluid escaped from the little hole at the tip of the man's tool and, when the youngster rubbed her fingers over the bulbous, purple knob, she felt his hips push up at her hand. Yes. He liked it. She'd show him she wasn't too young. Her own adolescent loins were afire, too, as her stepfather titillated her sex and mauled her swollen, young breasts.

"Ohhh Gawwd, kitten... oohhh yesss... but we have to stop," he protested but he made no effort to end the delightful sex-play. He'd make her cum, first, he rationalized as he found the little bump of her clitoris and rubbed it.

"Mmmm... mmmm... Uncle Fred? That feels good... sooo goood," the young girl moaned with girlish enthusiasm. A strange, new excitement was building in her belly and it added to the thrill of controlling her stepfather. "Am I doin' it right?"

The seeming guilelessness of the ripe-bodied youngster and her obviously growing excitement, incited his obscene desire. She moved compliantly as he guided her astride his lap, her plump thighs widespread, her fat, young pussy poised drippingly over his upthrust penis. "You're wonderful, Melinda... you're a lovely, little girl."

"Do yuh wanta do it, Uncle Fred? Like yuh do with Mom?" Melinda was gripping his tool tightly with both hands, her plump, young hips squirming as his fingers played excitingly with her juvenile sex. If she let him do it then she'd be able to get him to give her things. He'd have to or she'd threaten to tell her mother. Would it hurt? She was almost as big as her mother and she knew it didn't hurt her. Cautiously the young girl lowered her hips, holding the man's staff as she guided it to her virginal orfice.

"Oohhh Gawwd, kitten? You don't know what you're doing to me," Fred gasped as the warm softness of the youngster's pussy contacted the tip of his tool. She must have done it before, he thought. Some boy must have taken advantage of her innocence and screwed her. He looked down at the smooth, hairless bulge of flesh between her plump, widespread thighs, the slit gaping, spreading, as his knob pushed apart the swollen, twin fleshrolls. It was too much.

"Annh? Easy... careful, Uncle Fred," the girl cautioned breathlessly in her girlish voice as she felt the expanding pressure of his weapon entering her virgin portal. It was so hot! It almost burned her tender cuntflesh. Maybe she ought to stop him?

It was too late. The man had his hands on the spread of her plump, wide hips and was pulling her down. He moaned with pleasure as the hot, moist ring expanded to grip the tip of his throbbing tool like a liquid vise. He saw her eyes widen, her jaw drop in an unspoken, belated protest and then his ingress was halted by the barrier of her adolescent hymen.

"Kitten... ahhh kitten," he moaned. "Haven't you done this before?" It was a stupid question, and he knew it. The blockage that was delaying his entry had to be her hymen. The young girl was suddenly tense, resisting the downward pull of his hands on her hips. But he couldn't stop. He'd never had a virgin before. Never had a young girl, virgin or not. The glorious tightness was irrestible. The fact that he was going to be the first to fuck this delicious, curvaceous morsel was the icing on the cake. He pushed up and felt the fragile barrier yield inward and then, like a thin balloon that had been filled beyond capacity, Melinda's juvenile hymen imploded and half of the man's six inch tool was in her.

"Oohh! Ooucch! Hurts!" she cried out as a sharp pain shot through her lower body. But it was over almost as soon as it began and she was left with a hot sensation of fullness. Her hands, still between her legs grasping the hard fleshtube, prevented deeper entry but, overcome by the churning in her young belly, Melinda released her grip and, as she brought her hands to her mouth, she slid the rest of the way down on the man's upthrust tool.

"Sorry, kitten... I'm sorry," Fred moaned but he didn't feel the least bit sorry. The tightness of the youngster's passage was heavenly, her soft, elastic inner flesh gripping him in a way he'd never before felt. "I thought you'd done it before. I'm sorry."

"It's OK, Uncle Fred. I'm glad," the devirginated youngster said, breathlessly, her plump belly bulging from the sensation of being plugged by her stepfather's hard penis. Sally was right. It felt good. And, except for that momentary pain, it didn't hurt. Not much, anyway. There was an ache down there but it was a pleasant ache, an exciting one. "Do you like me? I mean... do I feel as good this way as Mom?"

"Ohhh Gawwd, kitten... I've never felt anything as good as this... am I hurting you, Melinda?"

"Nah... at first... but not now. Unnghh?" The young girl uttered a questioning grunt when the man pushed up again, wincing when his thickly veined shaft rubbed over the frayed, tender edges of her ruptured hymen. But the friction sent hot thrills shooting through her loins and, as he slid his hands under her bottom and began to raise and lower her buxom, adolescent body, she compliantly helped him.

"If it hurts you, I'll stop," Fred gasped as he savoured the incredibly tight clasp of the girl's pre-teen channel sliding up and down over his cock. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No... not now... don't stop, Uncle Fred... keep doin' it." Her stepfather's hands were on her breasts now, mauling them roughly as he pushed up into her. Melinda, no longer apprehensive, flexed her legs and rode him, her clit sliding over his hard shaft, and she felt the growing pressure in her belly as her excitement grew.

"Gawwd, Melinda. You're fantastic." The excited man mauled her heavy, young fleshbags as, gaining confidence and urged on by the feelings in her belly, the buxom twelve year old moved up and down of her own volition.

"Didja wanta do it? Fuck me? Before tonight, Uncle Fred?" The young girl was happy. She liked it and she liked making her uncle, her pseudo-uncle happy. It didn't hurt now. It just felt good.

"Oohhh baby... no... I thought you were too young." Her fat mons mashed against his hairy pubis each time she pushed down. She was taking all of him and he was sure she could have taken more, if he had it. "But you're a big girl, Melinda. I guess you needed to be fucked."

It was like when she played with herself, only better. There was a special feeling about him going in deep, then leaving her almost empty when she raised up. "I like fuckin', Uncle Fred. It's the funnest thing I ever did."

"And I like fucking you, Melinda." God! The feel of her tight cunt enclosing him and the sight of her fat, hairless mons mashing against him on her downstrokes was intensely, obscenely erotic. "It's our secret, eh?"

"I ain't gonna tell. Hurry, Uncle Fred! I wanta go faster!" The big, fat, young girl began to hump him furiously as she felt the pressure of impending climax in her juvenile loins... Her big tits flopped and swayed and the rolls of babyfat on her belly creased and smoothed and, on her downpush, creased again.

"Oh yes, Melinda... you need it the right way,", Fred groaned and, wrapping his arms around the big, young girl, he stood and then knelt to lay her on the floor.

"No! Oh no! Don't stop!", the young girl protested as her hips fell away and the man's cpck escaped the tight grasp of her throbbing pussy.

"I'm not stopping, baby. Not yet," Fred said through gritted teeth as he positioned himself between her loosely splayed thighs and directed his tool to the fat softness of her juicy, young cunt. "Oohhh Gawwd, Melinda! You're so tight! So fucking tight!" he exclaimed as he drove again to the bottom of her hairless, adolescent sheath.

Hunnggh! Unngghh!", the girl's childish grunt sounded as she felt herself again filled by her stepfather's hardness. Oh yes! This was what he was doing to her mother. Just like this! She lay beneath him in docile acquiescence as he fucked her with no consideration of her tender, bloodstained, devirginated young cunt or her unseasoned youth. Only twelve years old she might be but, as he ploughed the fat furrow of her swollen labia and felt the clinging tightness of her tight, young passage, he didn't care.

"Hunngh... yunggh... hurry... hurry Uncle Fred," the girl panted as she felt the pressure building within her. Her head lolled, her tongue projected pinkly from between her slackly gaping lips as the man hammered her open body. Melinda's legs bent at the kness and lifted as, inexpertly and awkwardly, she arched her ample hips upto him.

"Yes, kitten... oohh yesss... fuck me... fuck me," Fred moaned as the young girl's tight sheath massaged his throbbing weapon. His balls ached, pained, primed first by the girl's unconscious mother and then by the twelve year old's own tender charms. And then he felt the burning heat as his semen began its course from his cum-loaded testicles, through his rigid prick and up into the virgin depths of his stepdaughter's underaged quim. "I'm gonna cum!"

Melinda heard his loud gasp and sensed the change as her stepfather pushed hard and deep into her. His hands squeezed her ass tightly and she felt his deepthrust penis swell and buck within her. "Whah? What are you?... Oohhh... oohhhh," she exclaimed when she felt the sudden wetness inside her. "Oohhh, Uncle Fred?"

The youngster instinctively continued to move, her narrow corridor drawing successive spurts of sperm from the bucking, spitting fucktool as the man went limp on top of her pumping his sperm up into the writhing recesses of her underaged cunt.

"Oohhh Gawd, Melinda... oohhh Gawwd," Fred moaned and, realizing that she hadn't cum, he began to urge her to move faster.

"Hanh... hunh... hanh... hunh," the young girl panted. "Hannhh?" she cried out as she felt a huge wave of sensation wash over her juvenile loins. Her motions became awkward and erratic as she experienced her first fuck-made orgasm and her young belly bulged and palpitated with the strange bliss of climax.

"Cum kitten... cummm," Fred urged, anxious to bring her to completion before his cock deflated. He felt the spasm of her adolescent sheath as she lost rhythym and he exulted in his success. He could feel the wetness as some of the huge sperm-load he had pumped into her juvenile twat was squeezed from its tight confines by her contracting sheath.

"Oohhh gawwlyyy, Uncle Fred... that was fab... no wonder Mom loves you." The girl slumped weakly beneath him, her big, young boobs pressing up against his hairy chest. "Was I? Like? Do you still think I'm too young?"

"God no, kitten. But?" and Fred felt a sickness in his belly as the enormity of what he'd done sent fear through him."But it was wrong, Melinda. I'm too old for you. You're still just a child."

"I'm grown enough for this, Uncle Fred." Melinda felt a pang of disappointment as her stepfather's limp, drained tool slipped from her deflowered, young cunt. "You know I am... and you're not too old for me... I'm glad you did it. It'll be our secret."

Fred helped his stepdaughter to her feet and his fear was accentuated when he saw the trail of milky, bloodstained gism on his thigh. Oh God? What if he got her pregnant? Was she old enough for that? "Uh, Melinda?" he stammered, "Have you... like... started having periods?"

"Heehee... I been havin' them for two years, Uncle Fred. Why?"

"Uh, I just wondered. When is your next one due?"

"I dunno? I don't keep track. But pretty soon, I guess? Why do you want to know, Uncle Fred?"

"When it comes, you be sure and tell me, Melinda. I'll explain it then."

"It was about ten days... I think maybe I was late because of the shock to my system? Anyway, he was pretty nervous by then. He explained it all to me."

"So, did he ever do it again?"

"Yeah... I'm embarrassed," Melinda said, trying to look shy. "I was a dumb kid and I liked what he did so I guess I kind of led him on. Do you think I'm awful, sir?"

The girl's lewd tale had re-ignited Brent's lust as he tried to picture her as a smooth-cunted twelve year old. Melinda was stroking his upthrust erection with both hands as she looked at him with feigned innocence. "No, Melinda. But maybe he was."

"I bet you'd have done the same, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah... likely."

"Didn't you ever do it with a young girl, sir? I bet you did!"

"Uh... yeah... I guess I did... but I was young, too."

"Would you? Like? Do you want to do it again? I mean, with me?"

Brent was cupping Melinda's cum-dripping pussy and mauling her heavy fleshbags and his answer, though unspoken, was obvious. The buxom, young woman mounted him and then paused, her gaping slit poised just above his huge, upthrust tool.

"If I was just twelve and you were going to put that monster into me, I'd be scared out of my tree," she said with a smile as she lowered her wide hips and took the first three inches of his wrist-thick organ into her oft-plumbed channel. "I'm kinda scared right now, in fact. It's hard to believe I had all of that inside me."

"Oohhh yesss, Melinda... oohhh God yes!" Brent moaned appreciatively as the big-titted, young woman began her slide down his fuckpole. He felt the fantastic sensations caused by the clenching and unclenching of her passage as she lowered, slowly, impaling her lush body on his immense organ.

How well should she do this? Melinda, with her skilled technique, had commanded a premium fee and a large repeat market, by doing just what she was now doing to her boss. But would he guess that it took more than her pseudo stepfather to gain such skill? Or would he care? What the hell. I might as well give him the works. He's not my target husband, anyway, and it may get me a raise. Jeeze, he's big! Huge! And I love it!

"You're so big, sir. You make me feel like it's my first time all over again." She wasn't even sure that her efforts were having any effect. Her sheath was so stretched by his mammoth staff that her muscles, trained though they were, might not even be squeezing him.

"No virgin would be doing that, baby. Gawwd, you're good. Where... when did you learn that?"

"Uh... Uncle Fred... he stayed with Mom for almost three years. It may have been because of me? He... we... like... oohhhh Gawwdd, Brent... you're killing me..." the woman gasped when the tip of his cock bumped her cervix. "He... like... he taught me... but Mom caught us when I was fourteen and she threw him out. I guess it's like riding a bicycle... I still know how to do it."

"You mean he was the only one?"

"Yes... no... almost... there was one other," Melinda lied, desperately trying to think of a credible story. "Last year... just once... my teacher in Secretarial School. He said I wouldn't get a pass if I didn't let him. But it was just once, and quick."

Brent doubted her story but he didn't really care. She was so good that it didn't matter how many slices had been taken from her loaf and it wasn't as if he was planning on a lasting, serious relationship.

"Would you like me to be twelve, Brent? Do you wish I was still twelve?"

"If you looked like you do now... I probably wouldn't have taken as long as Fred did. You must have tempted lots of guys."

"Unnngh... Brent... I don't think I could've taken you when I was twelve? I think you must be right up between my breasts." Melinda exclaimed as her ass settled down on Brent's upper thighs. "I just wondered?... Like? Uncle Fred... he... no, I better not tell you. You'll think he was a pervert or something."

Brent just lay there savouring the slow, rhythymic squeeze and release of his cock by the young woman's educated sheath. Either Fred was a great teacher or Melinda had natural talent or, maybe, there were a lot more than Fred and the teacher. But, anyway, he wanted to hear more about Fred's pecadillos. "Tell me, Melinda. Fucking little girls with big tits doesn't make him a pervert... unless they're not willing."

"Yeah... and I guess I was willing, eh? Anyway, when I was thirteen, all of a sudden I got a lot of... you know... down there... hair... like I do now. Uncle Fred didn't like it and he got me to shave it off. That's how Mom caught on to what we were doing. But I kept myself shaved for almost a year before she figured it out."

"So Fred kept his little Lolita for a couple of years, eh?"

"What do you mean? Lolita?"

"Haven't you heard about her?"

"No. Who was she?"

"Lolita was a little girl... maybe not yet twelve... and definitely not built like you were at that age. She was sort of like you. She more or less seduced an older man and almost made a slave out of him."

"Oh? You mean Uncle Fred wasn't wierd. I mean, I always thought he was sort of different... strange... because he was doing it with me and I was so young?" Melinda was pleased. She couldn't let him know that she'd played Lolita for hundreds of men. Well, not exactly Lolita, for most of them wanted her to act scared and innocent, but at least, now, she knew that Brent was like them and liked young stuff.

"Your Uncle Fred was pretty normal except that most men don't get the kind of opportunity you gave him. I'm likely as bad... maybe worse... than he."

"You mean? Like? Do you like little girls, Brent?"

"I never had Fred's luck. And I'm pretty big for a little girl to handle."

"Would you like to pretend that I'm twelve? Like, bare down there?"

Brent was turned on by his secretary's story and her muscular sheath but, after pumping his first load of semen into her, his lust had lost its urgency. "Uh, how? Like, what were you thinking of, Melinda?"

"Do you want to do it? Shave me?"

"Hmmm... maybe... but first things first," and he began to pump up into her, taking command from her. Her big, soft breasts bobbled and swayed as he drove up into her and then, soon, Melinda lost all semblance of control. She felt as if she was being split open, reamed by her boss's mammoth dong.

"Hunh... hurry... hurry... faster, Brent... fuck me faster," she panted as the huge fleshpole plugged and unplugged her body. Her jugs bounced heavily as she rocked passionately astride the man's hips and the fire in her belly grew to a conflagration.

"Cum baby... cummm," Brent urged, afraid that he'd lose control. And then he felt her sheath contract as Melinda uttered a low, throaty groan. She jerked, twitched and writhed, grinding down on him until it felt to him as if he must be right up inside her womb.

"Yunh yunh yunh," the young woman chanted, her head thrown back, her big tits heaving as she writhed on the cuntfilling stake. Her ass slid lower between Brent's open thighs and her breath rushed out in a long sigh.

The spasmodic twitching of his secretary's snug channel was almost too much for him. Brent fought the urge to explode into her again and, for a moment, he regained control.

"You, sir... you cum too," Melinda urged and her fuckwell clamped down on the man's throbbing tool. The young woman ground down hard on his pubis and the tiny muscles in her cunt molded the channel to his hardness. It was as if a soft, mushy hand had gripped him and was drawing him even deeper into her depths. He felt the unstoppable beginning of his own orgasm and surrendered to its inevitability.

"Oh God, Melinda... I'm cumming," he groaned and it seemed to incite the full-bodied, young woman to even greater efforts. As his sperm rushed the length of his penis, her passage squeezed, released, and squeezed again. As she contracted her sheath, her hips rose and on the release, she lowered them and each spurt of hot gism was extracted as if by a milking machine. He felt as if she was sucking him into her cunt, balls and all.

"Ohhh sirrr... was I good? Uncle Fred taught me how to do that. He said I had a special talent? Was he telling me the truth?"

"Yes Melinda... he told you the truth. I never felt anything as good before. Ever," and Brent felt another series of squeezes on his deflating tool.

"I'm glad, Brent. Glad you liked it. But? If you're going to? Like? Want to do it again... I mean another day... I guess I ought to see a doctor? So I can get on the pill?"

It was working. Silently, she thanked Fawn, a girl she had lived with for a few months after she hooking. Fawn had been the one who had actually taught her muscle control and has enabled her to increase her income substantially. Men kept coming back, time after time, to experience the pleasure she gave them.

"Were you? Like, when you were getting it regular with your uncle... were you on the pill, then?"

"No... I was too young... to get them, that is... but he'd had a vasectomy. You haven't, have you?"

"No, Melinda." Brent sighed as the buxom woman dismounted from his hips, a virtual stream of creamy gism dribbling from her gaping, pink pussy.

"Gawwd?... I hope you didn't knock me up? It felt like you were filling me from a hose." Melinda grasped his softening tool. "And what a hose."

Cindy was excited and apprehensive. She was going on her first airplane trip and she was going to have to do everything for Mr. Andrews. Miss Lewis wouldn't be there to tell her what to do, or how.

"You're going to take over from me, Cindy, so you might as well start with this trip," Miss Lewis had said that morning. "It's a long flight but you won't have to do much work until tomorrow, so you can sleep."

"Alright, Miss Lewis. Is there anything special I should take with me?"

"No. Just enough clothes for one day and two nights." And you won't need many clothes for the nights. I wonder if she's as green as she acts? "He'll likely take you to a good restaurant tomorrow night, so take something classy, Cindy."

"I know I sound stupid, Miss Lewis, but I don't have much experience. I've never even been on an airplane before."

"Don't worry, Cindy. Mr. Andrews will take care of you." Believe me, baby. When you've had that wonderful prong up your quim, you'll know you're being taken care of...

"Just do whatever he tells you and you'll get along fine."

Cindy was happy. Her first trip on an airplane had been wonderful. She'd sat beside Mr. Andrews in the big seat and had eaten the wonderful food and even had wine with her meal and some delicious, sweet drinks after. She wouldn't be able to tell her parents about that part, though. Pentecostal ministers didn't approve of the 'demon rum'. But she'd liked it and it gave her such a warm, relaxed feeling.

"Are you hungry, Cindy?"

"Not really, Mr. Andrews. Not much, anyway."

"Well then, why don't you have a shower or whatever, and I'll just order something from room service." It was almost ten at night here in Boston but still only six by the time they were used to. "Come to my suite when you're ready."

"Alright, sir. I'll only be a little while."

Mr. Andrews was such a nice man. Miss Lewis had been right when she said he'd take care of her and she didn't have to worry. Of course, her mother would have a fit if she knew her daughter was going to a man's room in a hotel all by herself but Mr. Andrews wouldn't even think of doing anything sinful. Except, maybe drink alcohol, but she'd done that too, on the airplane, and it wasn't the awful stuff her mother had made her believe. And besides, he was almost as old as her father. She quelled her vague uneasiness with another sip of her drink.

Cindy's mind wandered as she luxuriated in the big bathtub and sipped on the gin and tonic she'd made from the little refrigerator in her room. She was going to just love working for Mr. Andrews. And, especially the perks that came with the job. The wonderful airplane flights and staying in big, expensive hotels like this. She just had to be sure she did her work well and was nice to him so he'd like her. The uneasiness about being alone with him in his room remained, however. There was something, an event or events from her past that kept nagging her memory. What was it?

Damn, that Cindy was a beautiful, young piece. But she acted so damned naiive? She must know what he had in mind, didn't she? Quite a contrast to Melinda. Blonde in contrast to Belinda's dark hair. Perky tits. Not too small but not the huge, heavy jugs Melinda had... Marvellous shape, though. And that mouth! Brent stepped out of the shower and began to towel himself dry, his sexual appendage dangling as it awakened from it's small, dormant state. He was really going to miss Melinda's talents. Not only her bed-skills, but her uncanny ability (and willingness) to find luascious other partners for his frequent trips.

"What would you like to drink, Cindy?"

"I really shouldn't have anything, sir... but... just a little gin and tonic, I guess." It made Cindy feel sophisticated to ask for a drink. Until today she'd never tasted anything with alcohol in it and she really liked the drinks she'd had. She liked the warm glow it gave her, too. It wasn't like she'd been led to expect. She was in complete control of all of her faculties in spite of the three other drinks she'd had in her room during and after her bath.

"Just have a seat, Cindy. Room Service should be here shortly." Brent poured her a drink, and not the short one she'd asked for, then sat in a chair across from her. "I ordered a light meal, just some canapes and sandwiches. I hope that's OK with you?"

"That's fine, Mr. Andrews. I'm not very hungry." There was a knock on the door, signalling the arrival of their food.

"Was that enough, Cindy?" Brent stood and refilled her wineglass. "I didn't order any dessert so I guess we'll have to settle for some Bailey's." She must have had four of the milkshake-like licquers on the plane. And she didn't look like she really needed any more right now.

"Oh no thank you, Mr. Andrews. Not right now, anyway." The young woman felt woozy. Relaxed, but woozy. Her handsome boss's features were a bit blurred to her eyes as she got up from the table and went to sit on the sofa. Were all the drinks making her feel this way? What was Mr. Andrews's wife like? He hadn't said much about her although they'd talked a lot tonight. Someday maybe she would have a husband like him.

"Is there anyone special in your life, Cindy?" Brent sat down beside his secretary and casually placed a hand on her knee. She wasn't very big, he thought. Only an inch or two over five feet. Her skirt was a few inches above her knee, the light fabric falling loosely between her slightly parted thighs and confirming their shapely fullness. Her breasts were outlined under her white blouse, a handful, for sure. With his eyes he stripped off her clothes. How was she going to react when he made his move?

"No, Mr. Andrews. My parents... like... they're kind of strict and old-fashioned." She was conscious of the familiar way he had placed his hand on her knee and she wondered if she ought to go back to her room. But it was pleasant here. She sipped her Bailey's, glad that she could trust him. His hand felt cool against the skin of her thigh as it traced little circles on the flesh. Should she move away from him? An image from the past flashed before her.

She was eleven years old again and her thirteen-year-old cousin was gone from the bed they were sharing that night. Cindy remembered waiting for her to return and, after a few minutes, going to look for her. Before she'd gone to sleep, her cousin had been snuggling close to her and it had been nice, the other girl's body so big and soft against hers. Mr. Andrews's hand on her thigh felt warm now, too, but not as warm as Sarah had felt when she got Cindy to push her thigh up between her cousin's legs and press her secret place. The big, older girl had almost smothered her with her big, soft bubs pushing against her face and she'd acted real strange, like she was having trouble getting her breath. Then she'd sort of jerked and shook and she'd almost hurt Cindy by squeezing her legs on Cindy's thigh. Was that why she was gone? Was she ill? Had she gone to her uncle, Cindy's father, for medicine or something?

"Uncle Dan? What are you doing?" Cindy heard her cousin's exclamation from the den that her father used for an office and she looked through the narrow gap where the door was slightly ajar. Sarah was standing beside the Pastor and she didn't have any clothes on. Not a stitch. Cindy was surprised at how big her cousin was, up top. And her father was stroking and squeezing the soft, round fleshmounds. It gave Cindy a funny feeling in her stomach, something like she had begun to feel just before she fell asleep with Sarah.

"Well, that's good for me, anyway. You'll be able to concentrate on your work."

Brent's voice brought Cindy back to the present and she felt his hand move a bit higher, up under the hem of her skirt. "Maybe I will have another of those... you know... another drink?" She didn't really want it but her boss's hand on her leg worried her.

"You're growing up, Sarah. I saw how close you were to Cindy, in bed. But I understand, my dear." Cindy watched, openmouthed, seeing that her father's other hand was up between Sarah's legs. "I want you to kneel down, Sarah. We're going to have a special, secret prayer service. Sort of a special baptism."

Cindy hid outside the door and watched as her father guided his naked niece down on her hands and knees on the floor. The younger girl was fascinated by the way her cousin's big, heavy bubs jiggled and swayed as she knelt down and she wondered why her father was rubbing and squeezing them. Sarah was facing away from her but, when the preacher pushed down on her shoulders, she looked back over her shoulder at the preacher, her big, white bottom sticking up in the air.

"I forgot the ice for your drink, Cindy," Brent said as he sat down again beside his beautiful, young secretary. "I'll go get it."

The young secretary remained lost in reverie, remembering how her father had knelt down behind his niece and pushed down his pyjama bottoms. Cindy had a brief glimpse of something sticking out from below her father's waist but then he turned away and his bare bottom blocked her view of her cousin 's equally bare bottom. She turned her head, ashamed that she was looking at her partly naked father.

"Oh! Ouuch! Oohhh! You hurt me!" Sarah's loud complaint made Cindy look back again at where her father was kneeling. Her cousin was looking back, a pained expression on her face and Cindy saw that her father's knees were between Sarah's, the thirteen-year-old girl's legs now quite far apart. And her father's bottom was moving, closer to Sarah, then away, then closer again.

"Pray, Sarah. Pray for God's help to subdue your lust for another girl."

"Ungh... unh?... ungh... unh?" Cindy heard her cousin grunt when the minister's bum moved in, then utter a questioning sigh when he backed off. What was her father doing? She'd never heard of praying that way?

"Yes, Sarah... yesss," Cindy's father said softly. "Push back at me. Push!"

"Hanh... anhh... Uncle Daannn," the girl cried out and Cindy could tell that her cousin was wriggling her bottom and her lips were drawn back from her teeth in a strange expression.

Was her father hurting his niece? Cindy heard her father groan and he pushed forward and stopped moving except for short, little jerking motions.

"Uncle Dan? Hanh? What happened? Hanh? What did you do to me?" The girl's eyes had a glassy look and her mouth was hanging open and Cindy, too, wondered what her father had done.

"Where do you live, Cindy?

Cindy snapped back to the present when her boss asked the question and, stammering and disturbed by her memory, replied, "I... I have a little basement apartment, Mr. Andrews. Debby... my... my sister lives with me."

"Oh? Where does she work?"

"She doesn't, sir. Debby still in school. In grade seven. My parents are away in Tennessee... sort of missionaries... so she's staying with me this year." She sipped the smooth, thick drink, savouring its flavour and the warmth it created.

"Hmmm... I see." Brent watched the young woman for reaction as he again placed his hand on her silken thigh." Who is taking care of her while you're away?"

"She's staying with Reverend McClean. He's Daddy's... my father's friend." Cindy squeezed her legs together nervously, trapping her boss's fingers. The image of her father with his hand up between Sarah's open legs became more vivid. And what happened after, too. She was sure that her father wouldn't have done what Mr. McClean had told her about. Not with his niece. His thirteen year old niece. But what had he done?

"I hope it's not too inconvenient for you to make trips like this, Cindy? There likely will be quite a few."

Reverend McClean was on Cindy's mind now. And Debby. Cindy had been twelve, like Debby was, now, when Reverend McClean had helped her understand about what Sarah and Cindy's father had been doing. She hadn't told the student minister about them, of course, but Sarah had been twelve when she had acted so strangely and when Reverend-to-be McClean demonstrated about the perils she would face in her teens, she had become very disturbed. Was he now demonstrating the same things to her younger sister? Was Debby having the same feelings that she, herself, had experienced?

"No, I don't think it'll be a problem, Mr. Andrews." Cindy relaxed her legs again. Reverend McClean had warned her that there was a fine line sometimes between what God wanted and Satan's wiles. She had been scared, at first, when the student minister had put his hand up between her legs. It was alright for him to do that, he'd told her, because he was a man of God. But she should never let a boy do it. "Do you go to church?"

Brent was surprised, nonplussed, by the young woman's question. "Uh, yeah. Sometimes, Cindy. Why do you ask?" Her father was a preacher so, he realized, her question was not so strange. Was there something true about what they said about ministers' daughter's and deacons' sons? Was she wild? So far she didn't seem to be? He was getting mixed signals from her. His hand had freedom again between her legs but he didn't want to go to fast and scare her off.

"It's just... like... you know? If you're a Christian man, I? Like?" How was she going to say it? Reverend McClean had told her, showed her, that he could be trusted even though he'd warned her about boys her own age. Maybe Mr. Andrews could be like the minister? "I guess I can trust you more if you're Christian, sir?"

"Let me get you some more Bailey's, Cindy." Brent took the empty glass from her and went to the bar fridge for the last of the little bottles. He opened also a bottle of vodka and added it and some ice cubes to her drink.

He was such a nice man. Tonight, after she was back in her room, she would pretend he was her Minister, even though Reverend McClean was the only minister who had shown her how to keep Satan away. Cindy's mind wandered to that day, seven years ago, when the student preacher had spoken to her about fornication.

"It's in the Bible, Cindy. You're becoming a woman now and it is my duty, as your spiritual guide, to explain it to you."

The naive, twelve year old girl had not known what he meant. Mr. McClean, soon to be the Reverend McClean, was living with them that summer as a student preacher in her father's church. She liked him lots but, that day, he was acting differently.

"Uh, what's that, sir?" Cindy self-consciously adjusted the halter of her new, two-piece bathing suit. She should have got a larger size. In the past two months her budding, young breasts had gone from barely discernible bumps on her chest to very visible, orange-sized mounds and the halter was tight over them. Too tight.

"You're growing up, Cindy. And you're going to experience temptations you haven't met before." The young man cupped one of the little fleshy globes that was overflowing the flimsy top of her bathing suit. "Soon you'll get funny, warm feelings down here," he said softly and he slid his hand up the inside of her bare thighs to their juncture, barely covered by her bathing suit.

Cindy had not known what he was talking about but, that afternoon, the young preacher-to-be had used his biblical knowledge to overcome the pre-teen's apprehensions and, more importantly, introduce her to the temptations of the flesh and show her how to gain temporary relief. In the seven years since then, Cindy had regularly and guiltlessly masturbated, although not with the same mind-blowing result produced on that day, and several following days, by Mr. McClean. It was not right for a man to spill his seed, he had told her, but for a girl, it was right, in God's eyes.

Was he explaining it to Debby? Would Mr. Andrews? No! She couldn't think like that! Cindy was in a haze, her eyes at half-mast as she sipped the sweet drink. It burned her throat as it went down, and she shuddered, a chill running down her spine, as the heat reached her stomach.

Had he gone too far with the drinks? Brent didn't want to fuck a slack-legged drunken woman, even one as desirable as this. Her head was resting against the back of the sofa, her eyes nearly closed. But her thighs were farther apart now. Her skin felt velvety to his touch as he moved his hand higher. Careful, he cautioned himself. Don't scare her.

She was twelve years old again. Mr. McClean was saying goodbye to her. She ached at the thought of him leaving. What would she do? Her hand closed over his as it moved familiarly up between her legs. She'd tried what he'd suggested but she couldn't seem to quench Satan's fire the way the young minister did. She pulled his hand right up hard against the source of the fire.

My God! She wants it! She's asking for it! Brent felt a surge of excitement mixed with disappointment. She wasn't the innocent he'd hoped for but, at that moment, he just wanted to fuck this luscious, young creature.

She felt as if she had a balloon between her legs as she jammed the man's hand against her swollen flesh. Her other hand reached over to the hardness between Mr. McClean's legs the way he'd taught her and she raised her bottom from the couch so he could take off her panties.

"Oh yes, Cindy Oohhh yesss." This was clearly one hot, little piece. Brent peeled her flimsy panties down over her ivory thighs, past her knees until they dropped to the floor. Her short skirt was upto the top of her legs now and his fingers played with the puffy cuntflesh. Wonderful. Her scanty growth of blonde, wispy pubic hair made her pussy look almost bald. Like a pre-teen's, probably. He felt her hand rubbing on his erection, encased within his pants. Was it time to take her to the bedroom or should he fuck her right here, on the floor?

Mr. McClean's voice sounded different. Deeper and heavier. And the hardness felt bigger, too. He'd never done it this way before. Never taken off her panties. Was it because he didn't want to leave? Oh my? He's unbuttoning my blouse. I don't care. He can take off all my clothes if he wants to. Just this once.

Brent fingered the girl's cuntlips, his fingers spreading the oily moisture from between the soft fleshrolls while stripped off her skirt and pushed her blouse off her shoulders. Wonderful. She hadn't worn a brassiere. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples small but sticking out like little spikes from the conical, pebbled areola. He bent down to kiss the beautiful, and now naked, young woman.

"Hmmph." A weak exclamation escaped from Cindy's mouth as the man's lips covered hers. He'd never done that before, either. He'd told her never to let a boy kiss her because that gave Satan more power over her. But this was her minister. Her wonderful minister. Cindy relaxed.

What a wonderful mouth. Her lips were so soft, even with her mouth closed like it was. Brent traced the outline of the girl's lips and sensed a relaxation. "You're a beautiful girl, Cindy. A wonderful girl."

Cindy parted her lips. She was apprehensive but the touch of his tongue on the inside of her lips added to the pleasures from his caressing hands. It had never been as exciting as this. How she was going to miss him.

Brent eased the nude girl from the sofa to the plushly carpeted floor. He would have preferred a seduction but this was still going to be great. The contrast of fucking this slender, shapely, firm-bodied girl, compared to Melinda's buxom softness, would be marvellous. He worked his pants down to free his hugely throbbing tool.

What was happening? Cindy's drink-fogged brain struggled to break from the fuzziness. She was on her back. Mr. McClean was above her, his bulk shielding her from the lights in the room. OH NO! It wasn't Mr. McClean. She wasn't twelve! OH NO! The young woman returned to the present with a shocked realization of where she was.

"Sir? Oh, Mr. Andrews?" Cindy cried out. "Oh, sir? What are you doing? No! I have to go to my room?" How could this have happened? She was foggily aware of her situation. Her clothes were gone. Her boss was on top of her, or at least, almost so, kneeling above her. She struggled weakly to rise and then his mouth was on hers again, his tongue pushing her teeth apart and thrusting into her mouth.

His secretary's hot breath gusted into his mouth as he mashed his lips against the softness of hers, stifling her frightened protest. Brent pinned her writhing, struggling body to the floor with his hips, his hairy chest rubbing her firm tit-mounds, his cock sandwiched between their bellies.

"Hmmph... unnnghh... hunnghh," the girl grunted in panic as she tried to throw him off, her hands pushing futilely at her boss's shoulders. He was too big. Too strong. The room spun around her and she went limp, closing her eyes.as if that might end this nightmare.

She's a good actress, Brent thought as he felt the girl relax. If he hadn't known, from her ready acquiescence to being fingered and undressed, that his secretary was a willing participant in their intimacy he might have believed she was really trying to fight him off. Next time he'd ask her to keep protesting until he was in her. Rising up from Cindy's shapely frame, he looked down at her lustfully.

"We're going to have a lot of fun together, Cindy. Next time I'll write a script and we'll relive your first time." He angled his huge staff to her swollen cuntslit, watching as the peach-sized, purple knob pushed the soft folds of flesh apart, obscenely excited by the youthful, underaged appearance of Cindy's blonde, sparsely furred pudenda.

A thrill, electric in its intensity, shot through the girl's belly when the hot, hard weapon slid against her clitoris and her eyes fluttered open. She stared, without comprehension, at the mammoth projection, the thick, white cylinder that bridged the nine inch gap between the man's furry loins and the cockspread lips of her bulging cunt.

"Mr. Andrews... shirrrrr..." Cindy gasped as a feeling of total helplessness washed over her. Her boss looked like a giant hovering above her and the huge pole, as thick as her wrist, was like a gigantic, blunt spike that, she knew, he was going to drive into her unprotected body. Mr. McClean had told her she could never permit that. Not until she was married. "It'sh late... I'm your shecretary... shtop... I gotta go," she slurred, her tongue thick from the drinks. But she couldn't move, immobilized by the sight of his threatening cock, like a mouse frozen in the gaze of a predator's eyes.

Brent too was looking down. Despite her protests, Cindy's position was one of abandon with her legs apart, her flat belly quivering with tension and her young face with those full, red lips looking up at him with apprehension. There was an innocence in her eyes that surprised and pleased him. God, what an actress, he thought as he pushed his rigid tool deeper between the soft lips of her pussy.

Cindy knew, vaguely, what the sex act was but, even when Reverend McClean had masturbated her and, under her bottom, she could feel the hard lump in his pants, the idea of a boy (or a man) putting himself inside her was ill defined and hard to comprehend. And now, with her boss poised above her as he was, the concept was incredible. There was no way that Mr. Andrews could put himself, put that monstrous third arm up inside her little hole. He was too big. It was impossible. He'd kill her. Then she remembered again Sarah's cry of pain when her uncle, Cindy's father, had 'prayed' with her. Was that it? Had her father put himself inside his niece, Sarah? If her father, a Christian minister did it with his niece, then her boss, Mr. Andrews, might do it with his secretaries? Even if he was a nice, Christian man.

Like a heat seeking missile, the ponderous head of Brent's cock homed in on the girl's cuntal orifice and slowly began to force its way into the unused opening. Oh yes, she was going to be tight, he thought with pleasure as the soft, elastic mouth stretched and dilated, surrounding his knob with a moist, yielding grip.

Cindy's big, blue eyes widened in alarm but she lay there, petrified and immobile, feeling the slowly stretching pressure as her boss began to violate her. "Nahhh... shtop... oohhh shirrr... shtopp," the girl moaned drunkenly with her eyes bulging and her mouth opened wide, almost screaming up into his face. She strained her legs wider apart as if that would relieve the splitting sensation in her loins and her trim hips recoiled defensively.

What? Oh God! She's a virgin! Brent felt the blockage of his secretary's inviolate hymen impeding his inward progress and he looked at her with exultant joy. Her pretty, red lips drew back from her white teeth in a grimace of discomfort and her pelvis rotated downwards to escape her certain fate.

"Doohhnn'tt... noooo... shhtopp," the girl protested as she felt the painful ache from her inward stretching, vestal shield. Her legs jerked in a futile spasm of escape and she cried out, "Hurrtttssshh... noooo... hurrttsshh" as the sharp pain of her tearing hymen shot through her loins and she ground her firm bottom down into the plushly carpeted floor, trying to escape the agony of her defloration.

A sudden rush of blood added to the heat of the girl's cunt as her cherry imploded and three inches of his member surged up into her cringing pussy. Brent's chest came down on her upthrust breasts and his hands grasped the firm globes of her buttocks, holding her still as, with miniscule, screwing advances, he slowly penetrated the narrow channel, stretching and smoothing the tiny corrugations of her deflowered vagina.

The girl screamed wordlessly and squirmed as the mountain of hard flesh burst into her. She was acutely aware of every thick-veined irregularity of the huge shaft that was straining the walls of her tight, little vagina and her drink-dulled mind tried to comprehend the enormity of what was happening.

It had been years since Brent last had a virgin and he'd almost forgotten the intense delight of the cock-skinning tightness of an unused cunt. He felt a lewd sense of triumph as he slowly entered his secretary's beautiful body, watching her pretty face twisting in fear and apprehension as, totally dominated by her boss, Cindy surrendered to her ravishment.

The young woman felt as if her loins were being purged and she whimpered softly as, inch by tortured inch, she was filled with his cock. He had risen up again from her breasts and she looked down timidly to see the wide parted fleshrolls of her labia and the thick, white stake that was pushing them apart. "Nahhh... nooo... nooo moore," she whimpered. It was too big. She couldn't move. Couldn't escape. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her pink flushed cheeks as her boss's huge organ expanded her innocent cunt.

"I didn't know, Cindy. I thought you'd done this before," Brent said solicitously and he restrained his urge to drive the remaaining two inches of his tool into her vise-tight passage. "Just relax, Cindy. It'll be alright. I promise."

Cindy felt a sense of gratitude and relief. He hadn't meant to hurt her. And the hurt was less now. "I'm shorry, shir. It wash my fault." Reverend McClean had warned her not to lead men on. He'd told her that men were weak and that Satan controlled them more than he controlled girls. Mr. Andrews wasn't a minister like Mr. McClean was so he hadn't been able to stop after she allowed him to touch her. She should have waited until she was in bed and then pleasured herself the way Mr. McClean had taught her. "I let Shatan control me, Mr. Andrews. I know it washn't your fault. I don't blame you," she whimpered, ashamed at what she'd caused.

This was going to be special. Already it was special. He'd virtually raped her, at least in a technical sense for she'd said no, and she was accepting responsibility. He let his hotly throbbing tool soak in the hot, tight confines of her unused vagina, looking down at the trickle of red, vestal blood that stained the cock-engorged lips of her cunt. He slid his hand down and found the hard, slick bump of her clitoris where it peeked out under its monk's hood between the gaping fleshrolls.

His touch sent an intense thrill shooting through her lower body and, in spite of the terrible aching sensation from being so hugely expanded, an intense warmth grew within her. Was that it? Was he going to do what Mr. McClean had done? Give her that delightful, sinful feeling? Maybe it was alright? Maybe Mr. McClean had not told her all the truth? The pain was gone and the ache was lessening as Cindy's fuckwell adjusted to the invasion.

"It was meant to be, Cindy. It's nobody's fault," Brent murmured as he titillated her clit and cautiously flexed his cock within her. "I know you're a very good Christian. It was God, not Satan, that made this happen", he continued. How gullible was she? What sort of sexual games could he seduce her into?

"Oh,Mr. Andrews? Do you think sho? You mean? Like? Unnghh!" Cindy uttered a breathless grunt when Brent pushed deeper, the tip of his cock bumping the hardness of the girls cervix. "I thought? A minishter told me I shouldn't?"

"You'll understand, Cindy... it feels good, doesn't it?" Brent felt her clitoris become harder, maybe larger, as he rubbed it and her body seemed to relax a bit beneath him. His mouth covered hers and he began to tongue-fuck her between her slackly open lips. He wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. The soft grip of her vagina was too exciting.

"It... annhh... it hurt me... at firsht, sir?" Cindy replied when he raised his face from hers. She felt as if there was a mammoth tree up inside her but his finger was igniting the same feelings she had when she touched herself in bed at night. Only more intense. More intense even than when Mr. McClean had touched her there. "But? I thought thish was jusht to make babiesh, Mr. Andrews?"

"That too, Cindy." With a fierce thrust, Brent pushed home the last length of pulsating flesh, stuffing his secretary with the entirety of his huge penis.

"Hunnghhh!"Cindy's grunt exploded in her boss's face as he ground against her pelvis and his member stretched her innocent vagina to its elastic limits. She was completely paralyzed by the deepthrust hardness but, as he writhed and squirmed between her widely splayed thighs, the base of his tool rubbed on her clitoris and the heat in her loins grew to a conflagration as the stimulation of her genitals brought her to a peak.

Brent felt his young secretary tremble, her hips jerk, and then her soft, tight passage twitched. He had not really fucked her yet but, as her vagina contracted and massaged the sensitive underflesh of his cocktip, he felt the fire in his aching balls and his tool bucked within the girl's spasming cunt.

"Unh... hunh... unh," Cindy gasped as wave after wave of hot sensation washed over her loins. Her boss's huge hardness was jumping within her and then she cried out in breathless surprise, "Whaahhh... annhhh", as her virgin passage was inundated with his hotly spurting semen.

The girl's tight cunt seemed to have a rhythym that complemented his as he exploded into her. It clamped down on him, then, as the first viscous jet ejaculated, the channel loosened as if to permit his sperm to enter her. The flooding passage alternately tightened and loosened for his successive blasts into her depths, draining his lust into the virgin canal.

"Are you alright, Cindy," Brent asked as he slumped down on her slender, quivering frame. "Did you cum?"

"Oohh shirrr? What did you do?" Cindy could feel the heavy wetness within her. She was weak, her body almost debilitated by the intensity of her climax.

"I went off, Cindy. You were wonderful." Was this the time to try out the injection his doctor had provided as a means of extending his staying power? Brent slowly withdrew from his secretary's ravished cunt, a trickle of thick, white semen escaping from the flooded channel and contrasting with the traces of virgin blood that stained her pink labia.

Cindy felt abandoned as her boss pulled out of her distended vagina and she uttered a low moan at her abandonment. There was an emptiness, now, although the ache in her tender, violated vagina remained. Through drink-dulled eyes she saw him go to the bathroom and return moments later. Her eyes widened as she saw again the mammoth projection from his hairy groin. Had he put all of that inside her? How had she taken it? She glanced down at her naked body and visualized where, inside her, he must have been. Then, as he knelt between her loosely splayed legs, she wondered if he was going to put it in again.

"Am I hurting you, Cindy," Brent asked solicitously as he slowly penetrated her still tight but no longer virgin fuckwell. There was a squishy sound as he dipped into the viscous puddle at the bottom of her vagina and she grimaced prettily as the tip of his tool again pushed against her cervix.

"Nah... no... not like before," she whimpered and, as they once again became one, she felt a sense of security, a fullness that was strangely pleasant despite the ache in her newly devirginated passage. And then he was moving, his hugeness sliding in and out, and she remembered how her father's bare bottom had moved when he was 'praying' with her cousin, Sarah. Yes. This was what he'd done. It must be alright. But what about Debby? She was only twelve but was Reverend McClean doing this to her, too? The disquieting thought evaporated as she felt the heat growing again in her belly.

God, what a piece, Brent mused as he fucked his secretary. The injection certainly worked. He'd been screwing his young employee for almost an hour, non-stop, and he was tired. But she too was exhausted after her innocent body had been wracked by an endless succession of orgasms. When he'd begun to truly fuck her she had, at first, been timid, maybe frightened. Then she had begun to move, awkwardly at first but soon her lithe frame was writhing under him, her legs lifting as she grunted and panted. She was still tight but, with the added contribution of two more loads of sperm, she was sloppy wet and, as he pumped on her, wet sounds emanated from her cum sodden pussy.

Then, with a fierce upward thrust of her hips, Cindy climaxed again just as she felt her employer jerking and spraying within her. Her tunnel grasped at him and pulled him deeper. The course that Reverend McClean had set for her years ago was culminating in Cindy's total surrender to her sexuality. Throwing her legs around her boss's body, she held him within her until she felt the last of his juices splashing against her inner self.

Cindy threw her head from side to side and cried out in passion as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She locked her legs around the man as she felt his huge cock jerk and spasm within her. Her tunnel grasped and pulled at his cock as it tried to draw it even deeper inside as she felt its tip push even harder against her womb. Even the pain of having her virginity taken was forgotten in her need to make the wonderful feelings she was experiencing last longer.

Pushing her hips upward, Cindy attempted to increase the total feeling of touching and belonging as she pulled Brent's mouth to her swollen nipple and pleaded with him.

"Uh, uh, uh Sir, please don't stop... not yet... keep it in me... deeper Mr. Andrews... move it... oh, yes," she moaned and panted in the ecstasy of her extended climax.,

With each upward thrust of her hips, Cindy felt as if her body was opening to receive him... all of him. She could feel her tunnel opening to receive him, the inner flesh grasping and kissing against his hardness. Each time he passed the area where her maidenhead had been, she gave an involuntary wince of pain.

Cindy's body strained upward to meet Brent's thrusts, until she felt his rod jerk and spew its juices deep into her. The hardness of his tool deep inside her made the final climax more intense than anything that she had ever felt before. Tossing her head from side to side and moaning, she finally got the release that she needed.

Brent stayed on top of the delightful, young beauty, his artificially hardened cock still erect even though he felt as if the girl's softly muscled sheath had milked him dry. They slept, still coupled.