Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

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.