His hips were the only part of him that he found the strength to move. He used them to shove his cock deep into Miss Pope's throat. He used them to drive a groan of unnerving passion from deep inside her.

Gwen Pope was as much aroused by the thought of what she was doing as by the actual sensations involved. It thrilled her to take the cock of the handsome young teenager and to suck it until he was a quivering mass of excitement. It had been three years since she had first seduced Steve. She and the boy had been carrying on their illicit affair right under the boy's father's roof. It pleased Gwen to think she was getting back at Rex Manners, Steve's father, by being lover to his son. She and Rex had been lovers in the early days of her employment. They still were, from time to time. It hurt her pride that he so often ignored her as a woman, turning instead to the part of her that was his efficient, tireless secretary. The boy gave her all the tenderness and gratitude that she longed to have from his father.

Steve's cock was long and slender in her mouth, and hard as a rock. She swirled her tongue around its bloated tip, then slipped the tight oval of her lips down until his crotch-hair made a bushy mustache on her upper lip. It made her pussy flare with moist excitement to hear his trembling moans of satisfaction. To taunt herself, she repeated the technique again and again, until the warm juices from her cunt were trickling down along the insides of her thighs. She ground her thighs together lustily as she labored.

The longer he watched her work, the more excited the boy felt. It was enough stimulus just to watch her wriggling whorishly over his cock, as though there were nothing in the world she would rather be doing. It was almost overwhelming to be able to feel her too. To feel her up close around his cock-tip as though they were making him prisoner to her greedy lust. To feel the darts of pleasure shoot through his entire naked body as her willing mouth sucked up his cock to the very end.