He licked his lips as he gazed at her fur triangle. She spread her legs slightly and let him have a good look at her excited gash. The booze made her inhibitions disappear and she bunched her skirt up to her waist and ran her fingernails through her thick forest.

Her cunt muff glistened with pussy-juice and she parted her fleshy cunt flaps with a self-conscious smile. "I'll bet you think I'm just terrible," she said.

"I think you're lovely," he said, staring at her snatch.

He rose up and stalked over to the door. He turned the key and returned to the sofa. He pushed his pants down and then his shorts and her eyes widened at the sight of his prick.

It was stiff and throbbing and thicker than any cock she'd ever seen. Not that she'd seen that many. In high school she'd gone with the same boy for years. And when they'd broken up, she'd fucked a few more boys her age. But Mr. Young was a mature man and his cock looked different. More masculine somehow. And more fierce.

"Do you like it?" he hissed, taking her hand and curling her fingers around his dick.

"Oh, yes!" she sighed.

"Squeeze it," he said.

She clasped his cockshaft between her palms and rolled it back and forth. She squeezed down and felt his thick stalk pulsate against her skin.

She thought about her roommates, Laura and Susan. Both girls worked at Century Ltd. as secretaries. Laura had been the one to get Terry her job. She wondered what Laura would say if she could see Terry now. With her hands full of Mr. Young's prick.

"Don't take your bra off!" he hissed as she released his cock. It swayed and bobbed in the air and he grabbed her hand and held it against him. "I find it much more sexy when your tits are covered," he said. "Wet your finger and run it up and down my dick."