"Eeeeeeegggghhhh!" she screamed, her climaxing cunt grasping at his plunging dick. "I'm coming, honey! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Suddenly collapsing over his body, Babs felt her cunt throbbing deliciously around the thick length of his jizz-spewing pecker.

"Oh, shit, baby!" she squealed, feeling his thick rich cum spurting out against the sensitive walls of her climaxing pussy. "Keep squirting, honey! I love it! I love it!"

It was pure heaven to Wayne as he shot his load up into her hot writhing fuck-hole. Clinging to the lovely woman above him, his prick continued spewing his abundance of sperm into her until his balls were completely emptied.

"Oh, God, darling," she panted a few minutes later. "I've never felt anything so fuckin' good in my life. Jesus, baby, you sure get better with age."

With the beautiful redhead lying perfectly still over his body, Wayne let his cock luxuriate in the hot wetness of her sperm-filled slit. Babs' pussy muscles were still quivering from her orgasm and Wayne was thoroughly enjoying the delicious sensation.

"God, baby," she whispered when they finally untangled their wet, sweaty bodies. "If we could have taped that scene, we'd sure get an audience."

"You're not shittin'," he laughed. "That was fantastic."

"What are you plans for the rest of the afternoon?" asked Babs.

"I plan to stay right in this office and fuck the hell out of you."

"Good," she giggled, stuffing his limp wet prick into her mouth. "I guess I'll have to blow it up again."

"Ummmmm," he moaned as he watched her mouth sliding down onto his cock.

CHAPTER TWO

That evening, Paula Weston was watching the television news with her parents and little sister. The girl had been absolutely wild about Randy Witmore ever since he joined the station as news anchorman a few months ago. Knowing that she was auditioning tomorrow for the job as weather girl on the station, she was almost beside herself with excitement. Paula had answered an ad in the paper, submitting a picture of herself, and they had arranged for her to audition tomorrow. Even if Paula didn't get the job, she would at least have the chance to meet the handsome young newscaster in person.