Brad Harris

The secretary_s vacation

CHAPTER ONE

She was going to be fucked! She was going to be fucked by a boy she had met only two hours ago. She had refused to go to bed back home with the boy who wanted to marry her, the boy she was probably going to accept. She had refused to let Brent Richards get into her pussy, yet she was on the verge of spreading her legs for this stranger. It didn't make sense. It made no sense at all.

Sheri McAlister thrust her tits against the adoring hands as the slender, black-haired boy thumbed her nipples into humming anticipation. Her blouse was unbuttoned, hanging loosely on her arms. Her bra, long ago released to allow his roving hands access to the throbbing globes, was twisted about her neck. Sheri tingled as he leaned his face back to her breasts and sucked frantically on a heaving tit.

"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, twisting and writhing in his arms as he held her against him on the bed. "Ooohhh."

This wasn't like her, not like her at all. Sheri was not virgin, but she wasn't an easy lay either. How did she let herself get in a situation like this?

It was Marianne's fault. It had to be. If the buxom brunette hadn't talked her into coming to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, she wouldn't be in this situation. It was also Brent's fault. It was because of that last night with Brent that she had complained to Marianne. Her regular boy friend had come on just a little too strong to suit her. He had almost broken down her resistance, he had his big cock out of his pants and was trying to get her panties down when she fought him off.

"No!" she hissed as she stood up and faced him. They had come in after a movie and had sipped coffee in her apartment. She sat on the couch and cuddled with him for a while, letting him caress her tits and stroke along her thighs. This night, however, he tried to go after her with greater intensity than ever before. Brent talked her into playing with his cock while he opened the top of her dress and fingered her bare tits. The well-endowed young blonde found herself responding excitedly to his loving. Brent sensed it, too. The feel of her ripe boobs, the satin touch of her thighs, the soft scent of her perfume had his cock excited enough. When he felt her nipples harden and heard her breath come in short gasps, his prick leaped out of control. He ran his hand beneath her panties and fingered the moist pussy. She shuddered as he worked her clit roughly. Sheri felt him turn her down onto the couch and start pulling her panties down her thighs, bringing his huge prick up to her cunt.

"No!" she gasped as she faced him. She had twisted in frightened effort from beneath him. She stood facing him, her panties almost to her knees, her dress hanging loosely on her. "That's far enough!" she spat at him. "You know I don't want to go all the way."

"Honey," he protested. "What's a little fuck, anyway? I love you. I want to marry you. What's wrong with getting in a fuck or two to get the edge off our passions?"

He reached up and took her hands gently. His cock still stood upright before him, shuddering ominously as it stuck out of his open fly. His eyes were pleading as he pulled her back onto the couch beside him. He didn't try to take her back in his arms, though. He sat there with that hurt, anguished look on his face, waiting for the chance that she would give in.

"Oh, Brent," she sighed. "I know how you feel about it. I know how everyone feels about it. I know that everyone else fucks a guy if they like him at all. I'm sorry I'm this way. Please don't think it means that I don't like you. It's just me – the way I am."

The hurt look remained in his eyes. She thought for a moment that he was going to pull her down and force her to fuck. His muscles flexed, then relaxed. Brent dropped his eyes from hem and slowly pushed his cock back in his pants. He sat there for a minute before sighing disgustedly and getting up to leave. Sheri walked to the door and stood waiting for him to kiss her good night. He patted her cheek with his hand, looked at her with that same anguished expression, then walked out and closed the door.

She started to open the door and call him back. What was the use? Unless le was calling him back to give him his fuck, why call to him? The lovely blonde walked to the couch and sat down, disgusted with herself. She should have given him some pussy. She would have eagerly, except for too many memories. She had been hurt too deeply to let herself get caught up in another relationship like that one. No, Brent could accept her as she was or he could walk out of her life. She didn't want another affair like the one she had finally gotten over. No way!

Yet she was letting this stranger slowly remove her clothing as his cock now waved before her eyes. The blonde looked at her hands as they pumped the big pecker. When had she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants? She couldn't remember exactly. She held the hot prick, letting its glowing heat excite her hands while he stripped her panties from her legs and pushed his face between her thighs.

She should have refused Marianne when the brunette suggested this trip. She had told the girl about her problem with Brent. They sat at their booth during lunch while the blonde related the problem of an adoring boy friend who had the hots for her pussy. Marianne had reached across the table and laid her hand on top of the blonde's.

"What you need," she smiled, "is a break. You need to get away from it for a few days. I was thinking of asking you to fly down to New Orleans with me this weekend. Ever been to Mardi Gras?"

"To what?" Sheri looked at the brunette questioningly. She had heard of the quaint celebration the Southern duty put on once a year. Somewhere, way back, she vaguely recalled a movie about it. It had never seemed to her, though, that it was anything worth taking a trip to see.

"Mardi Gras," Marianne repeated. "Carnival! It's the biggest free show on earth. Everybody goes absolutely wild. Everybody acts as crazy as they like. It's a few days of just letting yourself go. Seems to me that you could use something like that right now."

They talked further, the brunette convincing her that they should try the experiment.

Maybe a few days in an atmosphere of careless frivolity would do her some good. She had some days of vacation left her at the office. She didn't think the boss would mind. He could find a substitute secretary easily enough, she was sure. By Thursday night it had all been arranged. The girls worked half a day Friday, then caught their plane for New Orleans. As she stepped out to get in the limousine for the ride into the city, the blonde never dreamed that in another six hours she would be half-undressed while a black-haired boy from Indiana was preparing to give her a thorough fucking.

"God!" he gasped as he lifted his face and looked down at her. "God, what a gorgeous woman! Never thought I'd hit it this lucky when I drove in yesterday."

Her slacks had been tossed to the side after he pulled them from her. He now eyed her pussy where moist cunt hair sparkled beneath the gossamer-thin panties. Sheri shuddered in anticipation as he caught the delicate nylon and began pulling them down her hips. His hands brushed along her thighs as he drew the panties off. His face came down again, this time to her thighs. He kissed softly, sensuously, sending chills through her as he moved along the thighs. He kissed upward towards her pussy and let his tongue begin to dart about her skin. Sheri twisted beneath him, her body pounding with increasing desire.

This wasn't right! This was no way to begin her small vacation. She had come down here to escape the physical claims of one man. Leaping immediately into another's arms was a hell of a solution. Sheri tried to get herself under control. The blonde struggled, searching for the strength to resist Lee's advances. She was trembling as his lips reached the lips of her cunt. She was shaking, but not out of fear. He had her as horny as he was. Her body was aching to feel his cock fill her pussy. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel the swirling ecstasy of an orgasm.

"No! No!" she gasped. She rolled her head from side to side. "Please! Please don't! I don't want to."

"The hell you don't," he laughed, looking up from her pussy with his eyes sparkling in amusement. "Your nipples have been hard as rocks since I first got my hands on them. Your pussy's flooding juice all over, getting greased up for my prick. The hell you don't want to be fucked. Shit! This cunt is almost begging me out loud."

He went after her more frantically. His mouth damped over her cunt, sucking deeply. His tongue fucked into the pussy and drove her clit into spasms of delight. He nibbled tauntingly on her cunt-lips, then sucked her again even more passionately. Lee clamped his mouth tightly over her crotch and began to blow and suck alternately into her pussy. The pressure built to insane proportions inside her. Sheri gasped loudly, flailing about the bed in a vain attempt to get her body under control.

She should never have come. She certainly should never have let Marianne talk her into going out on the town before they had even grabbed dinner. Perhaps more than anything else, she should never have started drinking Hurricanes in the bar on St. Peter's Street, not even if they were supposed to be world-famous. Maybe then she would have been on guard and not let herself be picked up along with Marianne. Oh, the boys were nice enough. Lee and Tim had been standing behind them as they stood in the crisp evening air along Canal Street watching the parade and leaping about trying to catch the doubloons thrown from the floats. The boys offered them their jackets and took over the task of escorting the girls for the rest of the evening. At least Lee hadn't tiled to escort her directly to bed, as had Tim with her brunette companion.

He had eventually gotten around to the same goal, however. After drinks at La Boucherie and at the Napoleon House, they had come to her hotel. Lee simply assumed that he was invited up the elevator with her. As she opened the door, he stepped inside and flipped on the lights. He looked her over thoroughly and approvingly as he saw her for the first time under full illumination. The boy whistled softly at her curves, then smiled as he pulled her against himself. His cock was hard and warm against her. His lips were demanding as he kissed her. His hands went for her tits and quickly had her blouse open and bra released.

"No," she had whispered as he led her to the bed and sat down with her. His hands roamed greedily about her body. His tongue parted her lips and reached into her mouth. He had ignored her protests as completely then as he was ignoring her pleas now. Sheri felt her mind swirling from the liquor and from the excitement. Lee was not a bad. In fact he was damn good. His hands brought her body to a passionate height she hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

The boy kept sucking her pussy while he slipped his pants and shorts down. He would lift his face from her cunt only to take a deep breath of air, then plunge back over her gash, sucking and blowing until she taught she would explode from the ecstatic sensations rippling through her. Sheri tried one last time to protest. She couldn't get the words out. Only soft murmurs of pleasure would issue from her lips. His hands came back up and pushed her blouse off her shoulders. The blonde lifted herself and helped him get it from her, then removed the dangling bra. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, forcing him to come up from her pussy and let her pull it over his head and arms. As long as she was going to let herself be fucked, she finally admitted, they might as well get naked and do it right.

"That's better," he congratulated her. His eyes lit up even brighter as he eyed the luscious body that lay softly panting before him. "Damn! You're the best-looking cunt I've ever seen. I mean it, baby. I've never seen a body to equal yours. Poor old Tim may be stuck with your chubby friend, but I found one hell of a piece of soft pussy."

"My name's Sheri," she reminded him. She had never liked being called "baby" or any other such term. Especially she resented being called that when she wasn't sure the man even remembered her real name.

"Sure, baby," he laughed. "Whatever your name is, you're one hell of a little hunk of tail."

He came up over her, his mouth after her lips again. He reached one hand behind her and held her ass while his other resumed its maddening play at her tits. His legs parted her thighs as his cock began to push against her pussy.

Sheri shivered at the power with which he sucked her breath from her. It felt as though her whole insides were being drawn into him through his mouth. Her body was screaming with pleasure as he kissed and caressed her. Her tits thrust against his hand and rolled lushly about her chest. She twisted her ass, thrilling to the touch of his hand on it. The cock eased just inside her cunt, the swollen head rubbing teasingly on her clit until she almost screamed to feel more of the thick shaft inside her.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned as he rolled her about the bed. "Mmmmmm!"

The cock, worked deeper into her soaking pussy, then began to pump in deep, deliberate strokes. Sheri was shaking in ecstasy. Her cunt quivered over the deep thrusts. Her breath came in frantic gasps. Her tits heaved wildly into his hands, wanting him to take them with more violence. She wanted to feel the power in that cock. She wanted to feel him lose control of himself and go insane over the beauty of fucking her. She ran her hands over his shoulders and neck. She teased her finger into his ears. Lee began to shake and shudder above her. The cock was throbbing inside her cunt and driving with heightened ferocity.

"Ohhhh, Lord!" he gasped, pulling his lips from hers and nibbling her neck and cars. "Ohhhhh, my God, what a piece! What a wild little pussy!"

"Stop talking and fuck me!" she hissed at him. "Get cracking! Show me you can use that meat."

She was trembling on the brink of her orgasm. Tense shudders gripped her cunt as the cock roared into rater frenzy. Lee plunged and thrust into her. They rolled and gasped, their hands groping wildly over soft flesh. Cock and cunt merged in a driving fuck, each trembling at the electric sensations that shot through them.

"Ohhhhh!" Lee cried out. "Ohhhhh, what a fuck! What sweet pussy! What luscious tail! Ohhhh! I can't stand it any longer! I've got to empty into that cunt!"

"Let it rip!" Sheri gasped in reply. "Oooooeeee! Let it cum! Fuck me! Ride me! Ride that pussy! Ooooh!"

Her cunt was caught in the paralyzing spasms of her orgasm. She lay panting and glowing beneath him as he dipped the cock into her quivering depths. She felt his pecker shake frantically through the haze of pleasure. He gasped her frantically, then unloaded his maddened prick into her cunt.

CHAPTER TWO

The next morning her head felt like it was the size of a basketball. Sheri looked at her companion with agonizing eyes. Marianne laughed, then insisted that they dress and go down for a quick breakfast.

"I'd suggest a Bloody Mary instead of juice," the brunette laughed. "You'd better get a little support in you before that head blows apart."

The young blonde let herself be talked into a second French pastry with her coffee. She finally felt some return to normal as she sat in the small courtyard listening to Marianne rave on and on about the sexual prowess of the husky young man the night before. Sheri shuddered at the conversation, but failed in her attempts to change the subject. She would rather not remember her own weakness last night. She had come down to get some sort of perspective, not to hop in the sack with the first man that came along. The blonde felt dirty because of letting him fuck her. She should not have allowed it. She should never have let him come into her hotel with her. The fact that she had responded to his cock, the fact that she had enjoyed the hell out of being fucked made her feel even dirtier. What kind of girl was she, anyway?

They finished their coffee and wandered about the dirty streets, smelling the heavy scent of roasting coffee from along the river. The scents, the sounds, the casual frivolity of the city gradually permeated her. Sheri shook off her depression and walked through the small shops along Chartres Street, enjoying the balmy Southern day. They ended up just before noon at Jackson Square. The fence was covered with art displays as the artists stood about the sidewalk, hawking their work. Along the front of the cathedral were various groups of musicians playing in frantic competition. What they lacked in artistic ability they tried to make up in fervor and volume. Sheri laughed as the sound of a steam calliope cut over all the din. A steamboat on the river had joined in the general melee and its whistling tune carried the day before the hapless musicians.

Marianne led her down the sidewalk, studying the painting. The young blonde walked about, amazed at the prices. When she had furnished her apartment, she had paid more for prints than these people were asking for original art. She stood and watched one of the men sitting on his small stool and sketching the intricate details of a shrimp boat. He looked up and smiled warmly, then returned his concentration to his art.

Sheri glanced up to see Marianne in deep conversation with a bearded artist whose eyes were glowing as they roved over the ample figure of the brunette. He gave Marianne a few of the most suggestive looks Sheri could imagine as he talked rapidly. His hands gestured about, then came to rest on the buxom girl's shoulders, leading her over to view samples of his work. The blonde watched the body language he used, watched the play of his eyes. She saw the glow which came over Marianne's face, the way her friend began to lean those massive tits against him. The brunette turned to look for her and waved Sheri over to join them.

"I want you to meet Ramon. He's going to do my portrait. I'll be here for a while, so make yourself at home around the Square."

The expression in the artist's eyes told Sheri that he was sorry he hadn't gotten her instead of her friend. She laughed at him, then smiled her agreement to Marianne and walked on. She planned to make a slow circle of the Square, perhaps stop for another cup of coffee, then get back about the time Marianne was finished. A half-block later she was standing in front of another display when she felt eyes studying her body. A slow tingle crept down her shoulders and ran through her tits. The tingling sensation continued through her, setting her pussy aglow before it sparkled along her thighs. The blonde looked up quickly and into the dazzling blue eyes of a smiling man beside her.

"If I can help you, let me know," he told her, his eyes meeting her with honest adoration. They stood looking at each other until Sheri suddenly began to feel uncomfortable. He was looking at her like he wanted to eat her, like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. She blushed openly before his gaze.

"With the paintings," he continued, his head inclining towards the display. His eyes, however, sent another message. They told of a preference to help her in some other, more personal and intimate way. Sheri struggled to turn from the eyes and look at his art. She stepped closer and pretended to study one of the paintings closely.

"One of the old masters had someone once look at his work like that," the man told her. "He had a comment for them. He told them that art was for viewing, not for smelling."

Sheri laughed and turned towards him. His eyes laughed lightly, warmly at her. He was teasing her, seeing how she would respond to such an insult. The blonde laughed back. No way would she let him get her upset. She stepped back beside him and let him explain his work. He used a trowel, he insisted. He couldn't find a palette knife large enough for his purposes at the art-supply stores so he went to the hardware store and bought trowels. The blonde stood with him, fascinated with his approach and with his openness. She studied him more closely. He was older than she had first assumed. He was probably over forty and well tanned from spending his days out in the sun. His small ad for himself that he had hung in the midst of his paintings told of years in the military. He had retired on disability and turned from warrior to artist. The blonde wondered what disability he had as she watched him sell a painting to a couple who had just walked up. He gave them a brochure on his work, then came back to her.

"I've made my expenses for the day," he smiled. "What say we go for a cup of coffee?"

It was the most normal thing in the world to accept the offer. She accepted so smoothly that she didn't really realize it until they were walking down the street, and in arm. The blonde enjoyed the great tinge, however. Everyone seemed to know him. All the driven of the horse-drawn buggies that plied the French Quarter waved as they passed, then turned and said something to their passengers, who all stared at the two of them as the buggy moved slowly on along Decatur Street.

"By the way," he said as he ushered her into a bar, "my name is Roy. Roy Shelton."

"Sheri McAlister," she answered, then looked questioningly at going to a bar for coffee. She saw him laugh at her confusion, then motion to the bartender.

"Two coffees," he ordered, then held a chair for her to sit at a small table. He stepped to the bar and picked up their coffee. Sheri smiled up at him as he sat across from her. The coffee had been laced with brandy, giving extra, body to the normally strong and heavy New Orleans blend. The blonde sat back and let the glow run through her body. She accepted a second coffee as she listened to Roy's running comments on the life of a Jackson Square artist. They were a mixture of real talent and carnival types. The girl was fascinated by his stories. She drank a third coffee without realizing she had finished her second. When he led her from the bar and turned her down a side street towards his apartment, she went along with him readily.

Roy had her charmed. She'd never met such a man of the world. He had been everywhere, had done almost everything. He could have settled for a soft life on his retirement pay, but had preferred exploring all sorts of new and intriguing lives. He'd been a carnival barker. He'd been a comedian at one of the Bourbon Street bars. He'd tried various business adventures. Roy wasn't sure how long he would stay at his art. Until something else seemed more interesting, she supposed.

He unlocked his door and led her into the apartment. The blonde followed meekly as he drew her back to his bedroom and began caressing her. Later she might wonder how it had all happened. At the time it seemed the only normal thing to do. His hand came beneath her blouse and cupped over her tits while his cock pressed hard and throbbing against her body. He lifted his thigh between her legs and rubbed it over her pussy until she was panting from the excitement. His mouth covered her lips. His tongue leaped into her mouth and lapped possessively at her. The blonde shivered from his touch, from the authority with which he assumed her willingness to fuck him. The force of his personality overwhelmed her, making it impossible for her to consider anything but submission to his plans.

"You're lovely," he whispered. "You're absolutely gorgeous. If anyone had told me this morning I'd have such a beautiful piece of pussy by lunchtime, I'd have called him a liar."

He rubbed his cock against her, then lifted her blouse and kissed her tits through the bra. His fingers felt about behind her, then softly unhooked the bra and pulled it away to expose the satin flesh of her tits to his kisses. He sucked on each nipple, his tongue delighting in the way it hardened almost immediately. Sheri stood frozen as he caressed her and began removing her clothes. The brandy on top of the Bloody Mary was too much far her to resist. Her body seemed to be floating as the blouse came off, followed by the bra. He slipped her slacks down her legs and looked at her adoringly before reaching for the tiny green panties. She could see the frantic throbbing inside his pants as his cock responded to her beauty. His hands were trembling as they pulled the soft nylon down her thighs. They caressed along her legs, then slipped back up to cuddle her butt. He knelt before her and kissed her thighs and pussy.

"How lovely!" he panted. "How absolutely lovely." He lifted her in his arms and carried her the few steps to the bed. She felt the soft spread beneath her ass as he laid her down and kissed her from head to foot. Her body became a mass of luxurious shivers beneath his lips. He kissed her tits. He kissed her navel. He kissed her thighs. He kissed her pussy. He sucked quickly, striding a sudden spasm of pleasure through her. Then he stood up and began removing his own clothing. His cock reared up in shimmering splendor as he dropped his shorts and stood smiling down at her. The artist fingered his glowing cock fondly his eyes looking greedily over her lovely young body. She watched him pump his prick in preparation. She saw him swallow to cool the hot, dry feeling in his throat. She lay waiting as he stepped back to the bed and climbed in beside her.

"Mmmm," she sighed as his arms came about her, pulling her against him. "Ooohhh, you look like you're hung well enough to give a good fuck."

"Never had a complaint," he laughed. "Shit, I've fucked everything from chorus girls to generals' wives. Never had anything but thanks from them." He was all over her, his hands working wildly on her body. Her tits felt his rough passion as he pulled and rolled them about. Her pussy shuddered as a big finger came into the cunt-mouth and pressed demandingly on her clit. The blonde shuddered and reached her soft hands down his body until she was able to grasp his big, angry cock. She held it tightly, pushing the skin along the shaft and fingering his balls.

"Mmmm," she moaned as his intensity increased. "Mmmmm, you're getting me turned on awfully fast."

She was responding rapidly. Her pussy was pouring its lubricant along the tender passage. Her tits lunged against the hands that were driving them into such ecstasy. His thumb taunted her nipples as he fucked his finger along her pussy with increasing fervor.

"Baum!" he muttered. "You're a hot little cunt. You're about as hot as I am. Maybe we can take a long easy fuck later. Right now, I've got to get busy and blow off this big wad that's building in my balls."

"All right by me," Sheri panted in a husky voice. "I'm ready to fuck anytime you are."

She couldn't believe she was saying it! She couldn't believe it anymore than she could believe that she had let herself be fucked last night, any more than she could understand how she let herself be led to this apartment so meekly while she knew exactly why they were coming here. This wasn't like her, wasn't like her at all. This couldn't be the girl who got so frightened when Brent wanted to fuck. This was more like the Sheri of two years ago, the Sheri who lived to fuck her man. This was the old Sheri, the fusty Sheri. This was the Sheri who died that night that her lover never came home.

"Ooooo, God! Yes!" she cried to him. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Roy! I want to feel this big cock in me! Mmmmmmmm!"

He pulled her onto her tummy, then lifted her hips until she was resting on her knees. His legs came in between her own, the cock driving between her thighs from the rear. His hands reached around her, one grasping her tits, the other fingering back into her pussy and driving her clit into shivering insanity. The blonde gasped for breath as the warm flesh of the cock rammed up against the door of her cunt. His breath came into her ear, his tongue licking it. His teeth caught her lobe lightly, then dropped down to take a firmer bite into her neck.

"Ooooo!" she gasped, wagging her ass against him to urge him on. "Ooooo, God! You're driving me crazy! Get it in me! Give me a cuntful of prick!"

She would have a hickie after this. The way he had clamped his teeth into her skin was sure to leave a bruise, a blood blister. It didn't matter, though. All that mattered right now was to get some relief for her overcharged pussy. She felt the cock-head slip into her cunt. He slipped his hand out of her pussy and pressed from the outside, catching her clit in a maddening squeeze between his cock on the inside and his finger on the outside. The blonde felt her body going into orbit with ecstasy. She was thrashing about the bed, shoving her smooth ass back against him and rolling her swollen tits against his hand. She wanted him to get the hell on with it and fuck her!

"Ooooo!" he panted as he gave a powerful thrust of his cock and drove it fully into her pussy. "Ahhhhh! That gets it in there. Now I've got that cunt under control. Now all I have to do is ride this sweet ass and fuck till I drop."

"Damn right!" she gasped in response. "Just get to fucking, Roy! Ooooo! Ummmmm!"

The great thrusts of his cock ignited her passion to greater heights. Her pussy shuddered along the plunging shaft of his cock. She could hear the soft slashing sound of the hard prick splashing through the lubricant. She heard the little "pop" of suction every time he drew his cock back for another ecstatic plunge.

"Mmmmmm!" she panted, fighting for oxygen. "Ooh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yessssss!"

"I'm fucking you, princess," he growled from behind her. "I'm fucking the sweetest pussy I ever dipped my cock into. Damn! I never knew a cunt could feel so soft and sweet around my cock."

His prick slowly increased its tempo as she felt her body soaring in delight. The room whirled about her. The bed was off somewhere in space.

She felt suspended in time, existing only through the luscious movements of the wildly lunging cock. She felt her orgasm surge through her pussy. She felt the sudden intense shuddering along the passage of her aunt. Then the lights exploded about her. She could hear him panting and gasping behind her as his cock went after her pussy with unbelievable intensity. She was exploding in her climax when he unloaded his jizz into her. The touch of the cum along her pussy increased her exquisite passion. She felt that if she received one bit more of pleasure, she would die, she would absolutely die.

"Aaaa!" she shrieked, as she took the full force of his passion. "Oooooeeeee! Ride me! Fuck me! Aaaa!"

"Ohhhh, uh!" he panted. His cock was a red-hot knife as it tore through her cunt. "Uhhhhh!"

They shuddered together in the final spasms of their climax, them collapsed onto the bed. He lay still, his hand still on her tit, his finger still just on top of her cunt. They lay there and glowed from the spent passion. Sheri heard a door open. She heard footsteps, then the bedroom door open.