Robert Vickers
Spread Wide Secretary
(LL – 124)

Veronica Hines stood in front of the mirror admiring her naked body.

Her hands went up under her firm, high-placed tits. Those smooth cones of titflesh quivered slightly as she squeezed them. The blonde young woman moaned as her fingers traced over the ruddy brown, bumpy surface surrounding the hard, throbbing mushrooms that were her nipples.

The body reflected back to the woman was gorgeous. Every line smooth, firm, trim, just right. After all, she was only twenty-one. She shouldn't be getting fat and sloppy. It was a good body, a great body and she admired it even more in the mirror.

Her fingers abandoned their erotic posts atop her tits to slither down her flanks. She shivered in delicious ecstasy as her fingers probed and sought all the right places. Her fingers-worked down into the curly mound between her slender thighs.

"Ummm, God! Oh, sweet Jesus," Veronica moaned as her fingers dipped between her cunt lips. She stroked slowly at first, then built up the speed until friction sent wondrous thrills of carnal heat all the way up and into her pussy.

The blue-eyed girl wanted more of her own fingers. She doubled them inside her already juicy snatch. She frigged herself harder, deeper, until her teeth started chattering in excitement. She pushed herself all the way up to the pinnacle of a good, hard come, then – nothing.

The feelings left her body. It was as if she hadn't been giving her own clit and cunt a good fingering. There was just nothing inside her now.

Not after two years of marriage to Stan.

Stan was a good man, but Veronica felt cheated, robbed. She'd married him less than a year after she'd graduated from high school. She'd thought the few months delay was necessary to prove to the world that she didn't have to get married. Now she wondered if she'd proven anything at all – to herself.

She was bored. She was bored to death. She couldn't even make herself come. With Stan in bed, it was even worse. Her husband fucked expertly enough, but there was something he couldn't satisfy in the blue-eyed girl's body. And Veronica didn't have the slightest idea what it was.

She hated to think she was frigid, yet she knew that must be the answer. Yet, she hadn't been frigid in high school – far from it! She'd fucked anything that moved and loved every second of it, every inch of cock that dug deeper and harder into her pussy. And Stan had been the best cocksman of all.

He literally could fuck all night long. And for the first year of their marriage, they'd done just that a lot of times. But no longer. Veronica found herself lying to Stan about how much she liked his lovemaking.

She even faked orgasm to keep him from knowing that there was something wrong with the woman he'd married.

"Hey, doll, are you getting ready?" Stan called out. "This is going to be kicky, believe me. We're gonna get one hell of a charge out of it."

"Do we have to, Stan?" she asked, her voice trembling as much from fear as anything else. She'd tried to get herself into the mood by fingerfucking herself. Veronica knew it hadn't gotten her into the mood for a little play-acting before they fucked tonight. Yet Stan wanted to do this, he wanted to do it really badly. She owed it to him to go through with his little fantasy.

"Honey, come on," he begged.

"I'm getting dressed now," she said, her voice under tight control now.

She looked at her wedding gown hanging in the closet, all white and crinkly and as lovely as the day she'd put it on two years ago.

Veronica shook her head, brushed a stray strand of blonde hair back and began dressing as if she were going to her own wedding again.

Maybe this would bring back some of the spark she'd felt when Stan had fucked her right after the wedding.

Maybe…

"And here's the eager groom carrying his bride over the threshold," said Stan proudly as he scooped Veronica up into his arms.

Veronica put her arms around his neck. She liked the strong play of his muscles, but she found it hard to get into this little fantasy of his.

They'd gone outside and pretended to just arrive from their wedding.

"Hurry, Stan," Veronica whispered hotly in his ear, knowing this was what he wanted to hear. After all, this was exactly what she'd whispered to him two years ago. But then she'd meant it.

He quickly carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed.

She sat there smiling up at him. Stan was handsome, Veronica thought, and strong. Kind, everything she could want in a husband. He had a good job and she didn't have to work.

All she had to do was hang around the house all day, bored out of her head and watch soap operas and eat chocolates.

Stan shucked off his tuxedo coat and pulled down his zipper. His prick leaped out, red and firm. In spite of the hollowness inside her, Veronica licked her lips at the sight of his huge, tasty prick. She couldn't help herself. She dropped to her knees, brushed back a strand of blonde hair and then dived down to take his succulent prick into her mouth.

"Umm, God, you sure don't give head like any virgin I ever saw."

"How many virgins have you had, Stan?" Veronica asked, her blue eyes flashing. She didn't think Stan had ever had any. But she wanted to find out all of a sudden. In their two years of marriage Stan had never mentioned any other women to her, yet she knew there'd been quite a few.

"Suck, damn you, do it! Give me a blow-job! I'm going to explode if you don't! That ceremony dragged on and seeing you got me hot. And then the reception and… ummm!"

"Don't talk dirty," Veronica said, smiling wickedly around the thick plug of his prick in her mouth. His words had sent tremors of delight blasting into her loins. This was one turn-on for her. She loved it when he said all those forbidden words. They did something to her; she didn't know what, but they made her hotter then a blow torch.

Veronica applied herself to giving her husband the best head possible.

Her tongue raced around the thick tip of his hard prick until she was literally drooling. She sucked harder now, her cheeks going hollow under the strain. The man began hopping from foot to foot, the sensation of stark pleasure ripping into his cock and balls.

Veronica redoubled her oral efforts. Bobbing her head up and down, the blonde young woman began sucking his cock. Her lips caressed the sides of his prick as she moved. When Veronica's nose burrowed into the man's thick pubic patch, she wanted to sneeze. Breathing heavily made her nostrils flare – and the hot breeze around his balls made the man even hornier.

She felt his prick grow even larger. She cradled his cock with her tongue, marveling at the size of his hard-on. Her lips strained to hold all of his cock in her mouth. But she did. The blue-eyed girl had to get more of his cock. She just had to. Stan's little play-acting was working its magic on her. She felt as if she were carried back two years ago, before she had turned frigid, before she'd lost all interest in sex. This was fun!

Her fingers reached out and found the hairy bag holding his balls. She lightly caressed them, fondling them and playing with them until the jism locked inside came to a boil. The way his prick jerked and bucked in the tight confines of her mouth told her how hot he actually was.

Stan reached down and gripped Veronica's head. He pulled her face directly against his crotch. Veronica gasped, feeling the blunt tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. She swallowed hard and then his prick raced past her tonsils.

His steely hard prick was lodged firmly in her throat. Veronica almost panicked. All her air was cut off by his cock. But then she began to respond to the erotic potential of the situation.

Here was a man's prick buried all the way down her throat… she should relax, she should enjoy. And that's exactly what Veronica did.

Her tongue slowly moved across the base of his huge prick. But the most stimulation she gave his cock was with her throat. She swallowed and bobbed up and down on the most sensitive portion of his fuck stick.

"Shit, honey, you do that better'n any other chick I ever found!"

Veronica didn't bother answering. She gave her husband the blowjob of his life. He wouldn't even think of any of the other women in his life after she finished with his prick!

Veronica had to pull back, gasping for air. Then she tensed her jaws and raked the sides of his cock with her teeth. He groaned. She didn't give his prick time to actually hurt. She immediately sucked it back in and teased the red cock-tip with her soft lips and darting, teasing tongue.

The use of her teeth against his cock had pulled even more blood into his already hard prick. Now he was hugely erect. Every single beat of his heart caused his prick to jerk wildly. And she toyed with the purple crown using the tip of her tongue in the most delightful manner possible.

"I… I'm going to explode! Lemme come in your mouth, honey! Please!"

She shook her head, blonde hair falling across her face. Veronica didn't mind the taste of jism – in fact, she loved it. But not now. Her pussy was complaining about how she was neglecting it, for the first time in longer than she could remember, she wanted cock – lots of cock.

While the meaty, musky taste of his prick was nice, her pussy demanded to be fed, also.

Veronica tossed her head and pulled away, leaving Stan's cock bobbing freely in the cold air. Her saliva ran down the sides of his prick.

He reached for her, but she managed to elude him. Veronica stood up, her hands working frantically at the ties on her wedding dress. She managed to get it half off so that it hung down around her waist.

Veronica wasn't wearing a bra. She hadn't bothered with them since Stan had been in such a hurry for her to finish dressing. Now Veronica was glad she hadn't bothered to put on a bra.

"Jesus, you're half naked!"

"Yeah, isn't it a shame? Why don't you get me totally naked?"

She moved closer to him so he could help her get the rest of the wedding gown off. His hands fumbled as much as hers in their haste, but he finally succeeded where she had failed. She kicked free of the dress, completely naked now.

"Your panties," Stan said wonderingly, you're not wearing any!"

"What's wrong? Don't you like that?"

"I love it! So thoughtful! God, do I want to fuck you!"

She smiled. "Don't talk dirty like that around your virgin bride."

"Fuck my virgin bride!" Stan crowed, drinking in Veronica's beauty, as if for the first time.

He moved like a zombie. Each foot went in front of the other, and he covered the space between them in a daze. "You're so fucking gorgeous.

How I want you!"

"Take me," she said simply, meaning it for the first time in months.

The oily flow from her pussy lips caused her snatch to glisten in the pale light coming through the bedroom window.

His eyes took in every bit of her beauty. He was like a kid in a candy store with a twenty-dollar bill. He hardly knew where to start first.

The hair he loved so much was pulled back from her face now. She looked like some sort of naked goddess standing there. From her perfect oval face and those brilliant blue eyes, he worked down quickly along her body.

Those tits! He loved them. The deep valley between them seemed to beckon him. In spite of his longing to stick his prick into her cunt and fuck her silly, he had to stop and tend to the aroused nipples lightly pulsing every time her heart beat. The meaty mounds of her succulent titflesh were tasty. He could pop them into his mouth and suck and gnaw and nibble until he got his rocks off. They were that good.

Her waist was trim. It offset her flaring ass perfectly. He saw the shadowy depression of her navel and wanted to dip his tongue into it until he found a more delightful orifice… like her cunt. She moved slowly, sensuously, wiggling around to display all her charms to him.

Her tapering, slender legs really turned him on. Her well-fleshed thighs were a delight to crawl between. To feel them on either side of his body as he drove his prick all the way up into her slippery cunt was the nearest thing he had found to heaven. He would have given anything for that now, but he sensed Veronica was in a strange, tense mood.

The way his prick hurt him, he doubted if he would be able to take too much more of her love-play. He wanted to fuck her – right now!

"Come here, lover boy," she said, her arms extending out to him. He couldn't say no. There wasn't any way. And he was grateful that she didn't want to waste any more time on foreplay. He was at the breaking point.

The young blonde woman hungrily pulled him to her body. He felt her tits mash against the well-muscled slab of his chest. The hard little points of her nipples poked into him. He didn't care. His mouth was fully engaged with hers now. Tongue pressing against tongue sent their pulses racing.

Veronica felt the old, familiar stab of joy deep inside her body. She moved closer to her husband and rubbed lasciviously against him. She parted her thighs and captured one of his legs. Moving up and down, she rubbed her cunt against his still-clothed upper thigh. She sighed and fuck herself faster. She had to have cock pressing between her cunt lips and plunging all the way up into her belly. She just had to have it or she'd go crazy!

"Let me get you naked," she said, her voice trembling with lust. Her fingers worked quickly stripping the tuxedo off him. The studs were easier to unfasten than buttons. In less than thirty seconds, she had his shirt off. Getting his pants off proved harder. His cock poked out of the front of his fly and made pulling the pants down difficult.

But she succeeded. The blue-eyed girl's need was so great she was doubly determined to succeed.

He pulled her back to a standing position, his throbbingly virile prick pressing hotly against her belly. His hands slid up and down the sides of her ribcage. He pressed his fingers in and felt the bones underneath. But it was the silken-smooth flesh that thrilled him. He stroked upward across her tits. The fleshy bulges of her tits filled his hands. The coppery disks of her areolas deepened in color and her nipples hardened like rubber erasers on a pencil.

She thrilled to the sensations rippling into her tits. But she wanted more. The young blonde woman wanted his mouth moving all over her naked body. She wasn't standing there bare-ass naked for nothing. She wanted his tongue in her cunt; she wanted his cock, too. She wanted it all!

He licked and lapped down the deep canyon between the melon-sized mounds of her tits. His rough, pink tongue probed hard and made her gasp in reaction. He slowly spiraled up her left tit, leaving behind a trail of spit that cooled instantly.

Veronica stood for a moment, then she realized her legs were growing too weak to continue in this position. The carpet under her bare feet was thick and richly piled. She decided this was a good a place as any to fuck. She carefully lowered herself so that his tongue never left her tits.

By the time she was stretched full length on the soft rug, his mouth had almost reached the crest of her left tit. Her nipple was hard and pulsing with every single beat of her heart now. It was filled with aroused blood and felt as if it would explode like the safety valve on a pressure cooker.

"More, Stan, give me more of that sweet, sucking mouth of yours. I need it so baaad!"

He concentrated on the silken flesh under his lips, the hard pebble of her nipple, the tantalizing odor rising from her excited cunt. He was barely able to keep from jetting off he was so excited. Keeping his orgasm under control after she had sucked on his prick wasn't easy. Now he was fighting to get as much stimulation out of this naked bitch as he could before coming.

He found the throbbing button of nipple. His lips worked magic on it.

He finally sucked her nipple into his mouth. Using his teeth, he stimulated it until it grew to almost twice the size it had been.

Instead of a tiny mushroom trembling with life, he now had a tiny finger pressing hotly into the tip of his tongue.

He'd show her she wasn't the only one who knew how to use her teeth to excite and thrill.

"God, Stan, God! I feel it all the way down into my chest. I'm on fire!

I'm burning up inside! Fuck me, go on and stuff that big cock of yours all the way up my cunt and fuck meeeee!"

She used all the words she had thought were dirty. They sent lightning bolts of desire along every nerve. She almost came just saying them.

Almost. To really come she would need that prick of his driving hard and trying to split her apart all the way to the chin.

This was the best their fucking had been in a year – maybe longer. She was getting into the fantasy of this being their wedding night. She was actually responding powerfully to Stan, as powerfully as she had on her real wedding night!

Trembling hands reached down for the pulsating pillar of his prick. The nearness of a hard and eager cock was almost more than she could stand.

Stan's tongue danced lightly all over her tits and made her acutely aware of her own body.

"Give it all to me!" she demanded. "Your cock! This!"

She jerked hard at his fuck stick to let him know what she wanted and where she wanted it. Her legs drifted wantonly wide to give him the full area of her cunt to drive his cock into.

He straightened from his delectable task of gobbling her tits and looked down. He gasped at the sight of her milky white thighs so widely parted – and all for him!

She held his prick in a vise-like grip. He wasn't going to escape, even if he had been stupid enough to want to try. Her ass was crushed into the carpet beneath, stimulating her more than she would have thought possible. Wild thoughts flashed through his lust-dazed mind. Fucking on the carpet wasn't a good thing. It might spot the rug.

Her impassioned cry snapped him back to the business at hand.

"Stan, dammit, fuck meeee!"

"Huh?"

She pulled painfully hard at his cock to guide him toward the wet lips of her pussy. They were like the gates of heaven to him. Both he and the passionate blonde young woman groaned loudly as the very tip of his prick touched her wet, pink, trembly pussy lips. He wanted to plunge in balls deep, but he didn't. He restrained himself. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

While he was enjoying the nearness of her aroused body, the young girl was about ready to explode inside. She could feel the heat of his cock adding to the carnal heat boiling out from her seething pussy. Her entire cunt was on the verge of convulsing with orgasm. But it needed the delightful trigger of his cock fucking her.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He couldn't escape her now! This action pulled the purpled knob of his cock hard into her sopping wet cunt. His cock sank in just an inch, but it felt as if a burning hot poker had been jabbed into her soft, vulnerable cunt flesh.

"God, Stan, I need this soooo!"

"And I need you!" he exclaimed.

He reached under her body and cupped the smoothly curving moons of her asscheeks in each hand. Lifting, he was in a better position to drive his throbbing prick all the way into her lewdly splayed, blonde-furred cunt.

He sank all the way to the hilt in her seething morass of wet pussy. He felt his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass. He squeezed down hard on her asscheeks and twisted her from side to side. It took all his control to keep from coming. He was totally surrounded by wanton female flesh. The hot sheath of her cunt gripped and pulled and squeezed on his cock as he moved slowly inside her.

She gasped in the throes of ecstasy. This was what she had been needing all day long. The waiting for the ceremony had been an illicit thrill, but it hadn't really sated her intense desires. The long ceremony and reception had made her hot to fuck. And now his cock filled her to overflowing. This was the payoff. Her tender cunt walls struggled to expand to take the huge girth of his prick. For a moment, she was positive he'd rip her apart, then she felt her pussy expanding to accommodate the pulsating wand of hard cockflesh inside her cunt.

She demanded more. "Fuck harder! Deeper! I want to feel every goddamn inch of your prick fucking meeeee!"

"Not so loud," he panted. "The damn nosy neighbors'll have the cops down on our asses if you keep shouting like that."

"I can't help shouting. What else should I do with such a huge cock shoved all the way up my poor little cunt? I want to feel it fucking my pussy. Give it to me till I beg for you to stop – and then fuck me even harder!"

Speaking those words got to the blonde young woman. She glowed whitehot inside. She could sense Stan's prick twitching and dancing around in her tight cunt. The girl began tensing and relaxing her muscles to give his hidden cock a massage he wouldn't soon forget.

"Ummmm, shit!" he moaned.

And then his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. She felt his cock slip backwards, struggling against the pressure she exerted with her cunt walls. The friction of that retreat started tiny fires of desire all along her slippery fuck tunnel. Her love oils finally betrayed her and he slid out until only the thick, bulbous head of his prick remained inside her hot pussy lips.

Then he slammed his prick back in as hard as he could. Their crotches mashed together. She felt his fingers urging her to movement. She ground her blonde bush against his and her entire world shattered. Her tiny clit had poked up out of its sheath of protective flesh to see what was happening. It received a full dose of his body moving against it.

She thought someone had driven an icepick up her cunt.

She came hard. Very hard. She struggled and writhed and moaned and clawed at him. But she came and came and came. His prick moved slowly inside her, and this fanned the flames of her passion even more. His prick picked up speed and was soon fucking her as hard and deep as she could have wanted.

Her voice caught in her throat. But it was all right. She couldn't have asked for a better fucking. She felt his hot prick digging deeper into her seething pussy. Her entire cunt convulsed with the power of her repeated orgasms.

And then his hips went crazy. He fucked without any rhythm or finesse.

She felt his cock expanding inside the tight tunnel of her cunt. His come wasn't far behind.

"Gotta fuck you, just gotta!" he cried out.

The white hot surge of his come hit her tender cunt walls. The feel of that liquid rush set her off again. Veronica gasped aloud while her husband whitewashed her pussy walls with his jism.

It seemed to be over too soon. In spite of her unbridled enjoyment, a few seconds earlier, Veronica felt drained now, empty again, totally hollow. The brief second of ecstasy was all gone. And she felt as miserable as she had before.

She brought her own cunt-juice-stained fingers to her lips and lightly licked. Tears began running down her face when she realized nothing would get her off again – unless she did something to break out of the boredom gripping her entire life.