Carl Ross
Hot lips secretary

CHAPTER ONE

Susan Russell was 19, loved her job as a secretary at the naval base in Norfolk, Virginia, but was despondent. She sat on the couch in her small apartment and dreamed about sucking off Bob Walker, a Mr. Universe type who worked on the base with her.

He would be about the fourteenth guy she had sucked since she was in her senior year of high school. She'd gotten so that she loved it so much she couldn't think about much of anything else.

Big, hard cocks were on her mind most of the time. She enjoyed fucking them, but her biggest thrill came from taking a throbbing pecker in her mouth and really giving it a blowjob that the guy would remember for a long, long time.

Susan had not gotten into Bob's skivvies yet, but she sure intended to. She could tell by the crease in his crotch that he had a cock that would be an immense one when it got hard. She wanted to taste it in her mouth.

As she sat on the bed dreaming about Bob's hard prick, her thoughts trailed back to her high school days, when she sucked off Ronnie Ferguson, and then worried about, whether she should have swallowed his cum on her first date. Everytime she let her mind wander back over her sexual past, it always went through the list of boys she had sucked, one by one, in the days before she had become a secretary and had moved to Norfolk. It had been an exciting, hard-peckered trail of blowjobs, and there wasn't one that she hadn't enjoyed completely.

The first one had been Ronnie, a classmate of hers in high school. She had gone with him in his car to the golf course one night when they were nearing graduation. It was a warm, spring night, and they walked from his car out to the second green.

They'd just gone to the movies, and Susan was feeling warm and excited about being close to Ronnie. He was a good-looking kid, with dark, wavy hair, a strong build, and a bulge in his pants that was hard and swollen and ready.

Susan knew he was hot to fuck her and she knew she was going to lick his cock as soon as they got comfortable on the soft, velvety grass of the green. She was a well-built little redhead, with long, lustrous hair that hung down around her shoulders. She had emerald-green, sparkling eyes, and was one of the best-looking and best-built girls in school. She wasn't bragging when she told herself that. It was just a fact of life.

She had milk-white skin, with just a blush of pink in her cheeks, and she was, everyone in school would agree, the most voluptuous, well-stacked girl ever to win the good citizenship award.

She was five feet, two inches and had round, full tits. She filled a sweater like a Hollywood starlet. And the rest of her body was just as delicious. It was a shapely, curvy monument to teenage America.

When the movie was over, Ronnie had suggested they go for a little ride before taking her home. She was not exactly a virgin, having lost her cherry three years earlier to a counselor at a summer camp. He mistook Susan to be much older than she was. The counselor was scared shitless when he found out he'd knocked off a babe in the woods. But Susan had kept quiet about it and the summer had ended without any problems for either of them.

After that she had retained what chastity she had left. Now, when she was nearly ready to graduate from high school, she was getting very hot in the loins… very often.

As she and Ronnie had walked, hand-in-hand, over the freshly mowed fairways to the green, she trembled with excitement. She was filled with passion and was thrilled by the growing tension in her unfulfilled pussy.

They came to the green for the second hole, and walked up on the soft carpet of carefully manicured grass.

"This looks like a good spot," Ronnie said. "Why don't we just sit down here and talk for a while?"

"You talked me into it," she said. She just couldn't seem to think of anything clever to say, but she knew that once they started necking, her actions would speak louder than words.

Ronnie didn't bother with much chit-chat. He just slid an arm around her waist, and pulled her to him. They fell over on the grass in one motion, tumbling around and finally coming to rest with Susan on her back and Ronnie sprawled across lip soft torso.

His face was right over hers, and he lowered his lips. She slid her arm around his neck and pulled him close. Their lips met, and she opened her mouth eagerly, taking his tongue inside and bathing it in the warmth of her own.

Their lips ground, and their bodies squirmed, and Susan felt the ache in her sweet, young cunt growing and growing.

It swirled through her like a storm, tugging at her clit, and making her damp and itchy inside her skinny little bikinis.

Her skirt was up, far above her knees, as Ronnie clung to her and massaged her back and kissed aft over her gorgeous, passion-filled face.

His tongue licked over her lips and slid back inside her mouth and she felt a hot flush of lustful passion which completely engulfed her.

"Oh, Ronnie, you make me so hot I don't know what to do!" she cried. "You're so exciting!"

His hands were roaming farther and farther, down over her luscious, mounding tits, so round and full and deliciously inviting.

She didn't resist because she couldn't. He made her so hot and so squirmy and so full of hunger for him there was no way she could say no.

Soon his hands were on her leg, touching the soft flesh, far up above her knee. Then they were under her skirt and going for that hairy little crotch protected only by a thin film of nylon in the form of a three-inch-wide band of bikini panties.

They were flesh-colored and damp from her leaking pussy juice and she wished she didn't even have them on.

"Oh, Ronnie. My God! Take them off!" she cried. "Pull them down! Pull them down!"

Ronnie Ferguson certainly didn't need a second invitation for that! He had both hands under her ass cheeks in a flash, sliding those bikinis down over her knees almost before she had the words out of her mouth. He drew them down over her smooth, shapely thighs and off her feet and threw them aside.

Then his hands were in her crotch, massaging her slippery, juicy cunt lips and that erotic nub of nerves, her clit. It made her ache with desire, and she tingled and felt a hot wave of lust roll through her shivering loins.

"Play with me, darling! Play with me!" she sighed. "You can do anything you want, but don't put it in. I don't want to get pregnant."

You could have bit him over the head with a hammer. He was crawling the walls already, and on the verge of pulling out his cock and shoving it to her. When he realized she wasn't going to let him fuck her, it was like punching his balloon with a bayonet.

"Not going to fuck?" he asked incredulously. "My God, you're the biggest cockteaser in town!"

"I'm sorry, Ronnie," she said. "I'm not on the pill, and I don't have a diaphragm, and I could get pregnant. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

Ronnie had to agree that was not what he thought of as the perfect ending to a perfect date.

Susan felt crestfallen. She wanted this boy so badly. She wanted to please him and now she had turned him off. She racked her brain to think of what she could do to salvage her date with this beautiful hunk of young maleness.

"Ronnie, I have something else you might like," she said. "You might like it even more, as a matter of fact."

Ronnie was mildly curious. "Oh, yeah?" he said. "What could be better?"

"Take your pants off," she said seductively. "Take your shorts off. Then I'll show you."

He looked at her for a second, unzipped his fly, and dropped his pants to the green. His shorts were off in a second and he stood there before her with a hard-on as big as a baseball bat.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Come here and lie down," she said, motioning for him to lie next to her on the grass. He lay down, and she began licking his belly and all the sensitive flesh along his sides, and over his thighs. He shivered and felt fingers of aching pleasure clawing inside his balls.

Her tongue licked him and worked over him eagerly, and she felt fiery trembles of ecstasy herself as she tasted his hot flesh and ran her tongue through his curly little cock hairs.

Then she reached his balls, and she took one of them right inside her mouth, sucking it softly, and playing her fingers over his loins at the same time.

Her hand went to his cock, grasped hold of it, filling her fingers with its rubbery, resilient meat, and squeezed it tightly.

Susan's tongue was licking over one nut, completely inside her mouth. He felt the warmth surging all through his loins as she teased him.

After a while, she could wait no longer, her passion rising to a fever, her temples pounding, her breath coming in short gasps.

She licked her way up over his balls, to the base of his cock in circles, around and around that throbbing shaft, all the way from the bottom to the top. Then she circled that little ridge at the base of his cockhead, tingling him with the tip of her rigid tongue.

When she licked over those sweet cheeks on the underside of his cockhead, he felt a tingling sensation pierce through his shaft and he cried out in agonized rapture.

"Ohhh, God, Susan! Ohh, that feels fantastic!"

His words soared through her brain, and she knew there was no turning back for her now. She wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure.

Even though she had never sucked a cock before, she seemed to be born to it, having an innate sense that told her what to do.

Her soft lips went to his cockhead and circled it like a ring of moisture and warmth. She took it all inside her mouth.

She slid her head down slowly, swallowing his pounding shaft, and felt a dizziness in her head. It was a gnawing, delicious ache in her cunt that told her she was doing the right thing. She was more excited than she had ever been in her life.

And apparently Ronnie was, too. He moaned and cried out softly. His prick was hard and straining, throbbing so violently that she knew what she was doing was more than just pleasant to him.

She had always wandered what a cock tasted like, and she was pleased to find that Ronnie's had a sort of musky, very slightly salty taste. It had a pulse beat all its own. She remembered practicing a few times on hot dogs and candles and things like that in her room, but this was entirely different.

His prick was alive! It had feelings and sensations and responses. It was full of anxiety and tension and need. His cock pounded hard and she was so excited by it that she almost came.

She began to suck him faster and faster as the passion dwelling within her grew hotter and hotter.

Her long, red tresses whirled and flew around her face as she twisted her head and swooped up and down on his thundering shaft.

Her fingers grasped his balls and fondled them avidly, kneading and massaging that sweet, soft sack, rolling the balls between her fingers and making him so hot she thought she would go insane.

Ron was twisting his ass around, shoving his hips and cock up and down in rhythm with her sucking. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. He obviously was in another world as she feverishly licked and sucked on him.

"God, it's good, Susan," he murmured. "I didn't think you'd do this. God, it's good!"

She was deliriously happy that she was bringing him pleasure. Her whole body grew warmer and warmer. A flush of blissful satisfaction swept over her from head to toe.

Her pussy was getting very syrupy and her cunt juices were leaking into her panties. She knew that when she finished with the blowjob, she was going to have all she could do to keep him from fucking her, whether she had any protection or not.

As she felt his hard prick between her lips, she could imagine how good it would feel inside her cunt. She had an overwhelming desire to drop his cock at that moment, rip off her panties, and straddle him right there.

But she held off, and took his prick deep down into her throat in long, sucking strokes. She licked it all the way with her quickly flicking tongue. She brought him closer and closer to that magic moment when he would let his cream fly.

She planned to take it in her mouth, but she would spit out the cum, she told herself. Her girl friend, Nancy Brewer, had told her she could get pregnant by swallowing it. She didn't think that was true, but she wasn't going to take any chances.

Besides, if she swallowed it on the first date, it would make Ronnie think she was too easy. After all, that was really going all the way. She couldn't take a chance on ruining her reputation completely.

She was also anxious to know what Ronnie's cum tasted like. She'd heard all sorts of wild things at school. The girls were always talking about it. Some said it was like chocolate. Others said it tasted like good wine. Someone once said it was like lemon sauce. And she'd heard beef gravy, and honey, and salt water, and sugar water – so many stories she didn't believe any of them.

She thought half of the girls who told the stories had never even had a cock in their mouths, but just wanted to show off and act big.

Tonight she was going to find out for herself, and it wasn't going to be long. Ronnie was getting awfully squirmy, and was moaning louder and louder, and Susan thought he was going to pop his load any second now.

She started sucking him really hard and fast, up on her knees, slaving over him, her lips trembly, her cunt aching and her tits jangling with excitement.

She worked her head over his hot, hard prick in a frenzy of motion, and he suddenly lurched and cried out: "Now, Susan! Now, baby! I'm coming!"