CONFESSIONS
Chapter Four Synopsis
– Joe
confesses to seducing his young secretary who, after he eats her, gives him a
superb fuck. Irene confesses that she
misled her boss so that he’d fuck her and he lives up to expectations.
Chapter
Four
Horny Harrasser
Joe’s Story – Part 1
When Irene came to work for me I knew right away that she was a ‘nice girl’. And that kept me from trying anything with her. Also, she became friends with my wife which was added reason to leave her alone.
It’s not that Irene was a raving beauty. She wasn’t. But there was some combination that really turned me on and I really had to fight my baser instincts. She had the sexiest mouth I’d ever seen and the thought of having those lips wrapped around my cock gave me many hard-ons. She also had lovely, long legs and a fantastic ass and I often pretended I was fucking her when I was making it with my wife. And at nineteen she was more than ten years younger than I so even if other things had been favourable I would have felt embarrassed to put a move on her because of the age difference.
It was pure chance that changed our relationship. (Or impure chance, depending on your point of view.) Val, my wife was visiting her parents with our children when Irene announced that she was finally going to cease being a teenager. Her twentieth birthday was happening tomorrow, which was a Friday.
What the hell, I thought. A dinner invitation would be OK. She didn’t have a boyfriend that I knew of and we were just platonic friends.
“I’d love to, Joe. Are you sure Val won’t mind?”
“We don’t have to tell her,” I replied. “We both know it’s just a dinner out but sometimes she acts…you know.”
The dinner was great with aperitifs, wine and cognac and by the time it was over we were both a bit tipsy. In fact Irene looked more than a bit tipsy and I began to wonder how far I could get with her. I didn’t want her to lose respect for me so I couldn’t be too forward but… Anyway I knew I couldn’t get far because she had a roommate, a seventeen year old girl from the same farming community as she.
We took a taxi to her apartment. If things worked out maybe I could get her to come home with me later. On the way we passed a liquor store and she tapped the driver on the shoulder, telling him to pull over. After a brief argument about who should buy, I bought a bottle of white rum and we walked the short remaining distance to her second floor flat in an old house. She changed from the purple, form-fitting dress that showed off her ass and legs to perfection into a loose, belted dressing gown. Although her remorse, afterwards, seemed to confirm that her change of clothes was made in innocence, I'm still not sure. Maybe it was but, at a minimum, she must have sub-consciously set herself up for what happened.
When we got there she found a note saying that her roommate had gone home for the weekend so we were alone together. We talked for a while. Our conversation was interesting but innocuous and she seemed oblivious to the sexual tension that I was feeling. Was she? I'll never know
"I think he's dreamy...his voice, that is." We were lying side by side on the carpet, listening to her favourite vocalist singing romantic songs in a deep, caressing voice. "I guess I haven't grown up, yet."
Her long, firm thigh was pressed to my side and I was in a quandary. I wanted to kiss her. Actually, I wanted to do much more than that, but I was afraid. Irene was a nice girl and a friend to both my wife and me. If I made a pass at her, I could destroy that friendship.
"Now Joe? Don't get ideas," she said, turning to look at me and smiling nervously when I draped one arm over her shoulders.
"You're beautiful, Irene," I murmured as I moved my face the few inches required so that my lips could press hers. I guess, as I analyze what I've written, she wasn't entirely free of blame for what happened? She could have easily broken off the kiss. But she didn't. Her lips were soft and they kind of quivered against mine, a fluttering acquiescence. There was sweetness, likely the 7-Up we'd mixed with the rum, and they parted to my cautiously probing tongue.
"No Joe...don't," she protested, finally turning her face away.
"I've wanted do that ever since we did it on the dance floor, Irene." I got my other arm under her and she let me turn her on her side so that she was facing me with all of her body and, when I kissed her again, her arms went around my neck.
"Please, Joe," she objected, "it's late...you have to go." But this time her mouth had opened and my tongue had begun to explore her moist, oral cavity. And the way her arms tightened around my neck told me that she was enjoying the kiss.
"I know, Irene...but just a few minutes more," I said softly and it seemed natural and almost innocent for her to let me complete the rotation of her body from the face-down position when we'd been just listening to music to a face-up position as we kissed. One hand was now lying loosely across her hip and, through the flimsy fabric of her robe, I could feel the flesh-padded firmness of her hip. Her robe had opened a bit by then and I could see the slight swell of her tit-mounds, a wide valley between two minor hills.
"Don't, Joe...you really have to go?" Did I detect a question in her protest? Was her resolve weakening? Or was she, in fact, just trying to preserve appearances? My mouth moved lower, to her neck, and when I nuzzled her there, her arms held me in a stranglehold.
"You're lovely, Irene...just this...please?" I begged as I kissed lower into the shallow breast-valley. I nosed the robe open more as my lips moved over her silky skin to the center of one breast. My God! Her nipples were the largest I'd ever encountered! They still are. My mouth closed over the thimble-sized, rubbery projection and I sucked it between my lips, my tongue thrumming it with delight.
"Nooo...dooon't," Irene whimpered and she doubled up her legs defensively. "Ooohhhh dooon't."
"But why, Irene? You like it don't you?" I alternated between the now completely bare mounds, nibbling first one of the large, swollen nipples, then the other.
"Oohhhh yeessss...too much...that's why you have to stop." Bigger isn't always better but Irene's nipples were not only bigger than any I've known, but they were also extremely sensitive. The sounds that were coming from her were now panting whimpers and, when my face moved lower, I'm sure she knew what my next target was.
"We can't...you're married...she's my friend...you can't." But Irene's body was winning over her mind. I'd loosened the belt and her robe was now open below her waist. I kissed across her firm belly and gently tugged at the waistband of her panties.
"Just this, Irene...just this...please Irene," I begged and then my nose was surrounded by the soft, luxurious bush that covered her prominent mons.
"Oohhhh Noooo...I can't...hah...caaahhn't," she whined and she clamped her thighs tightly together. But I'd pulled her panties down enough that she was uncovered to the top of her thighs.
"Mmmm...please?" Her thigh-flesh yielded as I pushed my face lower and got my tongue into the upper part of the soft slit. My hopes surged when I tasted the oily evidence of her arousal.
"Nooo...you're married...Noooo," she repeated her denial and she tried weakly to push my head away.
"It's just a kiss, Irene...let me...it won't hurt. Just let me this one time? Please?"
"Hanh...Joe...hanh...I shouldn't...hanh," and I realized that she was sobbing, but her hands were now just resting on my head, not trying any more to push me away. I was fondling her big nipples and stroking the downy flesh of her thighs and my face slipped deeper into the warm and widening opening as her legs, ever so slowly, parted.
Irene's body was jerking spasmodically, a mix of sobs and her heavy breathing, but I was sure that she had surrendered to being eaten. I changed position ever so cautiously, afraid that she'd change her mind. And then my tongue found her clitoris and she uttered a choking moan. I got my shoulders between her legs then, like I had years earlier with an artless sub-teen, Janet, I had complete and unfettered access to her hirsute lovenest.
I don’t think she'd never experienced cunnilingus before and the effect on her of my mouth and tongue exploring her fat-lipped snatch was gratifying. Her hands were still on my head but their action was the direct opposite of her initial reaction. She had gone from trying to push me away to limply accepting my oral intimacy to, now; pulling my head against her while she rocked her lush hips. Her pubic hair tickled my nose and the wetness of her squishily swollen cuntflesh made it difficult for me to breathe but I didn't want to give her a chance to relent. Her erect clit was large and I easily nipped it with my lips and, as I thrummed the hard, slick nubbin, I could hear her strangled cries of excitement.
Irene was no longer making any form of protest to the liberties I was taking. My tongue alternately worked on her clit, then dipped into her hot cuntal orifice while my hands caressed her big-nippled breasts and mauled the lush firmness of her buttocks. I could feel the flex of her ass muscles as she ground her pussy wantonly against my face. She gave a loud, whining gasp, her cuntflesh seemed to bulge and palpitate and her thighs suddenly locked on my head, her hips jerking and bucking, and I knew she was cumming.
"Joe...hanh...Joe...gotta stop..." she panted as her legs relaxed their grip on my head and she lay, loose-limbed and acquiescent, despite her gasping request that I stop. I don't know if her post-orgasmic remorse was the cause of her compliance or if the pleasure was such that she couldn't fight it but I didn't care. I wanted to fuck her and her continued submission to my oral assault was helping me to achieve my goal.
I could hear her sobs and her hands fluttered about my head, one moment weakly pushing me away, and then holding me slackly, as if she was torn between resistance and surrender. My nose nudged her clit as I pushed my tongue into her vagina, her fat labia swollen apart, wetly surrounding my face. I felt a tremor of her firm-muscled buttocks, a reluctant tic of her pelvis and I sensed that she was again well on the way to another climax. It was time.
I moved up on her until my juice-slicked mouth covered her soft, trembling lips, the hot gusts of her sobbing breath filling my mouth. I don't know if she was aware of what was happening when my cock nestled against her wet, mushy pussy-pudding and blindly sought the opening to her inner body but, whether it was an unwary surrender to my ongoing assault on her senses or a conscious decision to yield, the result was the same.
My cock was steel-hard and angled upward and then I heard Irene gasp as her warm fingers touched my tool. She might even have guided me then and as I felt the burning heat of her orifice, I pushed in. “Please…careful… never done it,” my secretary moaned but I lunged forward, my hips thrusting heavily as I drove into Irene’s widespread pussy and felt the hot rubbery passage clasp around my cock and absorb my naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently beneath me. "Unnngghhhh!" she grunted, and she arched up to my loins, trying to take more of me, and I levered my member to the full length of her cuntal tunnel.
“Big…Oohhhh
Joe…you’re so bigggg,” Irene moaned as she took
me. She was warm and as tight as if I
was the first and the fluids helped her take me easily, wetting and lubricating
my path. I thrust lustily until my blood-swollen head hit her cervix, and
simultaneously my sperm-bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm
muscle-taut cheeks of her lovely, uptilted ass. I moved harder, flexing my
prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath my driving cudgel.
I ground my pelvis
into the squirming pliant flesh beneath me, fucking into Irene with long, hard
strokes. She strained back under me, arching her loins up at me, lifting them
both a few inches off the squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned
and mewled wildly under my pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her
legs around my hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth
gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon. She was not acting like the innocent virgin
I’d thought her to be but I didn’t care.
I was finally fucking her.
Irene gave another gasp and screwed herself tighter to my penis until it sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. I worked around and around in her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around my smooth sliding cock, my tempo ever- increasing. My shaft continued to surge like a wild beast on a rampage until I was sure it was going to split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in my balls was enough to send me screaming
She held me tightly
in her strong legs, clamping her calves crablike around my hips, only to
slacken them for a second and then clamp harder. She began to babble
incoherently which I knew to be a sign she was approaching her own climax, and
I spurred her on with powerful long strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised
herself even more fully to my battering attack, and her moist splayed vagina
bucked wildly against my ramming penis, and she took my cock wantonly as though
she never wanted to cease.
Then I felt her legs
release their grip as she placed her feet flat on the floor and used them to
lever her broad hips up at me in a rhythmic response to my thrusts. Her thighs seemed to separate even more and
admit me to even greater depths of her body. I felt like my cock was a foot
long.
She was
fabulous. Her hips rocked under me and,
when I reached the deepest point of my stroke she tilted her pelvis down and I
could feel the hardness of her cervix rub over the tip of my tool. And then as I withdrew it seemed as if the
muscles in her juicy cunt were clinging to my cock, trying to suck from it the
rapidly building torrent of gism in my aching balls.
Irene groaned and
panted wildly under me, and I could feel my cock growing and expanding inside
her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure
building in my balls. I had to cum soon, I had to, I
had to! If I didn't cum, I was going to go out of my goddamned mind! Oh Jesus,
I had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never... !
I wanted her to cum
too and I began ramming my prick into her still harder as her legs rose to once
again wrap around my hips. She gripped
me tight between her imprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around me in
time to my long, hard thrusts, and I knew that my secretary was approaching her
orgasm. I continued the merciless thrusting of my cock with all the strength I
possessed.
"Ooohhhh... Ooohhhh Goooddd! I'm... I'm going... going to... cummm!" With a sudden deep-throated groan, Irene began to vibrate uncontrollably; and I released my own dammed up passion. My cum churned through my boiling balls, up through the tube of my expanded cock and surged into my secretary's wildly clasping cunt. I shoved my tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the globoid cheeks of her firm white ass as I beat a wild tattoo against her with my still- emptying testicles. Irene wailed into my mouth, her strong thighs jerking spasmodically while I discharged my overwhelming load of sperm violently into her. Finally, I collapsed across her, my sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewling.
“Joe…Oh my God, Joe? What have you done to me?” Irene lay limply under me, her body giving occasional jerks and twitches and her snug cuntsheath making an occasional spasm on my cum-numbed tool. Damn, she was a good fuck. And I wasn’t done with her.
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Irene’s Story – Part 4
I like fucking. No,
I’m crazy about fucking. And after he’d
broken my cherry, Bill became more amenable to fucking me. I guess he still felt guilty about it but we
got into a pattern…Friday night our parents went out and Bill would stay home
and fuck me. And then I was on to
Finally I was equipped with a trade and I could go to work. My first job was scary…I had to learn a bunch of technical gibberish but the man for whom I worked mostly was a dream.
Joe was about ten years older than I, tall, dark, handsome, kind and considerate. The only bad thing about him was that he was married. Nonetheless, he sort of took me under his wing and helped me and I met his family and became friends with his wife. I knew then that I didn’t have a chance with him even if I’d wanted to break up his home, which I didn’t. Val was a beauty with a big bust and sometimes when I stayed over at their place (I babysat their kids) I would hear them in bed. Definitely Joe was good in bed. The sounds were so sexy that I’d make myself cum several times while they fucked.
There were other guys I could have had a relationship with (that’s a euphemism for ‘let fuck me’) but I was after someone like Joe…and there weren’t any other Joes around. And then my twentieth birthday arrived.
It was wonderful. Val and the kids were away and Joe took me to dinner… a romantic, candlelit dinner with great food and lots of drinks and, even though we agreed that we wouldn’t tell his wife, I thought it was for him, platonic. Why would he want flat-chested me with a trace of a moustache when he had a smooth-skinned, big-titted beauty at home?
I was hopeful when we took a taxi to my apartment. On the way we passed a liquor store and I tapped the driver on the shoulder, telling him to pull over. After a brief argument about who should buy, he bought a bottle of white rum and we walked to my second floor flat in an old house. There was a note from my roommate Betty saying that she was gone for the weekend and that meant that I was alone with my idol with a bed nearby. (Actually I had written the note since I’d planned from the first to invite him back and I figured that he would only come if there was a chaperone.) But I didn’t think I could make him cheat on Val.
I changed from the purple, form-fitting dress that showed off my modestly equipped body so well and put on a loose, belted dressing gown. We talked for a while and drank rum and I relaxed. Then, as we lay on the carpet listening to my favourite singer I realized that he was pressed close to my side and then he draped an arm over my shoulder.
.
"Now Joe? Don't get ideas," I said but I already was getting ideas of my own. Maybe he wasn’t as pure as I’d thought?
"You're beautiful, Irene," he said softly and then he kissed me. It was too much. Bill had sort of kissed me but never like this. Joe’s tongue was in my mouth, caressing, exploring, actually fucking my mouth or that’s the way I felt.
"No Joe...don't," I protested after a while and I turned my face away. I knew I had to pretend to be hard to get or he wouldn’t respect me. He said something more then but I was getting too hot to hear. He got me turned on my side facing him and when he kissed me again I just had to get my arms around him too. I objected again, "it's late...you have to go." I didn’t want him to think I was easy but I guess I was, at least, easy for him
By then I was flat on my back and I knew my robe was coming open. "Don't, Joe...you really have to go?" I said but even though I tried to sound credible I suspect he guessed that I didn’t really want him to stop.
"You're lovely, Irene...just this...please?" he pleaded and he began to kiss my neck and lower and then his hot lips closed over my nipple. "Nooo...Oohhhh dooon't," I gasped as the hot thrills from his nipple-thrumming tongue shot through my belly. I was proud of my nipples and maybe they made up somewhat for the small size of my breasts. And they were super-sensitive. "Oohhh dooon't." I protested again but having him stop was the farthest thing from my mind. But I wanted him to believe I was not an easy lay.
"But why, Irene? You like it don't you,” he pleaded. I liked having him beg me and I wanted to have the begging and at the same time have him take me.
"Oohhhh yeessss...too much...that's why you have to stop." I moaned. "We can't...you're married...she's my friend...you can't." I continued as his mouth moved down over my belly. Oh God! Was he going to eat me? Bill had done it twice and it was so wonderful that I wanted it all the time. Was Joe going to really be my dream lover?
"Oohhhh Nooo...I can't...hah...caaahhn't," I whined and I clamped my thighs tightly together as if I didn’t want this more than anything in the world. But as I’d expected, my words didn’t deter him and when I felt his face force its way between my thighs I protested again. "Nooo...you're married...Nooo,” I whimpered and pretended to try to push his head away. By then I was sobbing but not for the reason he likely suspected. I was so hot I could hardly breathe and I opened my legs so he had full access to my throbbing pussy.
I didn’t care now whether he thought I was innocent or not. His tongue found my clit and I couldn’t hold back. I was grinding my pussy against his face like the wanton slut I’d become and then it came. I locked my legs around his head and I bucked like I was being fucked as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me.
"Joe...hannh...Joe...gotta stop..." I panted as I opened my legs again. I could hardly talk but I was sure that no matter what I said now, he wouldn’t stop. Should I pretend I was a virgin? I wasn’t sure. I opened myself so that he’d know that no matter what I said, he could have me. And then I felt his lips and tongue teasing my pussy again and I know I began to pant like a steam engine.
He moved up on top of me and suddenly my mouth and face felt the oily wetness of his mouth and face. Knowing that it was my juices I tasted and felt added to my arousal and I slipped a hand between us to find the hot, hard penis that was probing blindly between my thighs. Oh God! It felt huge! For a moment I was frightened but I sort of directed the hard, thick knob down slightly so that it would go in where it was supposed to. I’d never before needed to be fucked as much as then and I tilted my pelvis to accommodate Joe’s thick penis.
“Please…careful…
never done it,” I lied and I knew I’d never taken anything as thick as his cock
inside me. “Big…Oohhhh Joe…you’re so bigggg,” I moaned and I meant it. But also I remembered how saying that used to
urge on my brother.
“Unnngghhhh!” I grunted as he rammed what seemed to
be a never ending spear of hot, hard flesh into the very depths of my body.
The feeling was
incredible and I squirmed under my big-framed boss. I couldn’t restrain my natural impulses and I
bucked up at him, lifting my legs and drawing him as deep into me as he could
reach. It felt to me as if he was going
to go right through me. I’d wanted more
with Bill and now I was getting it. I
felt like Joe was going to split me wide open
I lost it then. I clamped and slackened my legs around his
hips in time with his thrusts and I could hear as if in the distance my
babbling voice. I don’t know how long it
went on. It seemed like seconds and at
the same time, like hours. I couldn’t
pretend any more to be innocent. Lust
took over and I fucked him like the wanton whore I was. And then I seemed to explode with hotly
burning convulsions in my lower regions.
"Ooohhhh... Ooohhhh
Goooddd! I'm... I'm going... going to... cummm!" I heard myself cry out shrilly, “I’m cumminngggggg,” and then his mouth covered mine, his
thrusting tongue stifling my cries.
Oh God? What if I got pregnant? I vibrated, jerked,
bucked and writhed and I felt his belly-filling organ swell within me and I
sensed that he was so far up inside me that he was pumping his sperm directly
into my womb.
“Joe…Oh my God, Joe? What have you done to me?” I just lay there under him, weak as a dishrag as I felt my body give involuntary twitches and jerks. I wasn’t technically a virgin before he fucked me but in some ways I felt like it was my first real fuck. Was he done with me?
Then I began to cry. I wanted him to believe he was first with me so that was partly the reason but some of it was real…I was afraid that he might have knocked me up. It felt like he was right up in my womb when he went off in me. I hoped he’d use a condom next time.
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