Harvey lurched up against her and she felt his prick start to squirt. It seemed to go on and on, the wet, sticky stuff filling her cunt and sliding down the insides of her thighs. It was a marvelous feeling and she started to come again.

"Oh, my God! Jesus Christ, you big fucker!" she screamed almost incoherently. "Fuck me, Chuck! I want your cock spilling inside me so bad! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckkk meeee!!"

Harvey Simmas crawled from the bed and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. Lousy fucking beer, he thought, it always gave him a hangover the next day. He looked at his profile in the mirror and decided he. had to take off the gut. Big, powerful men always turned to lard if they didn't watch it. An hour in the gym every day would do the trick. He would start today.

He thought of his new secretary and his cock gave a jerk. He looked at his cock in the mirror as it rose up under his immense belly. It was big, just like the rest of him. He looked at his sleeping wife lying there naked, and stroked his prick to complete erection. She was still the best lay he'd ever had, and last night… God, last night! He'd never seen her so wantonly eager for a fuck. Then he thought of his secretary again.

She was barely eighteen, long-legged with high, pointy tits, and her belly was flat and hard. She wore scandalously short skirts, often no panties, and never a brassiere. She was a show-off, a flirt, and a tease. Only yesterday, she had opened her legs and let him see her hairy pussy, and only her second week on the job. When he left the office, he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, letting his hand go under her skirt; her cunt was open and wet and her hand came to his crotch to squeeze his prick. She let out a little moan then, and he'd have stayed, but her boy friend was already waiting for her, and besides, he had an appointment with a eighteen-year-old girl and her mother. He'd fucked them both on the same bed.