She felt weak with excitement as his stiff cock forced her cunt-walls wide. She loved to be screwed from behind when she was kneeling before her lover like a bitch in heat. Steve knew about her preference, and he often obliged her by doing it her way. He was considerate, she thought. A considerate boy with a filling cock that was driving her to abandoned distraction. She let all thoughts flee from her mind as she squirmed her ass eagerly back to meet stroke after lusty stroke of young Steve's hard cock.

"Ohhhhhhh… Stevie-e-e… aaaaahhhhhh!"

The boy grinned. She never called him Stevie until she was well on the way to climax. Her wet pussy, as it clung to his hard-stroking cock, told him how excited she was. The thought and feel of her excitement inspired his. He drove his cock deep into her pussy. He pulled back quickly and shoved it into her again. The power and the passion were getting the best of Steve. All he could think about was how he wanted to do it to her over and aver and over again. The clutching dampness of her twat had become the center of Steve's youthful universe. "Oh Miss Pope! Your cunt's so hot on my cock! Jeez, it's good… jeez-z-z!"

Despite their long history of intimacy, it had never occurred to Steve to call his father's secretary by her given name. When she was working, she was so efficient, so downright awe-inspiring that he often found himself wondering if their affair was not just a jack-off fantasy he had invented for himself. When she was pinioned on the end of his stiff cock, she was a totally different person – wild, wanton, greedy for filling cock – but still he never lost the respect for her that made him still call her Miss Pope, even when he had his cock jammed to the hilt in her cunt.