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My Secretary Ch. 01

By: LeoDavis



Chapter 1: Survival by Lust

It's a long-recognized rule that you don't get sexually involved with the people with whom you work. I followed that rule religiously until a building fell on me. Literally. My life in all its aspects - personal, professional, and most of all sexual - has never been the same since. I didn't just break the rule. I mutilated it. 

Karen was our departmental administrative assistant, although we still referred to her as our "secretary." I'd served a term as department head and returned to the faculty while another professor had served a term as department head. Now I was back again performing department head's duty. This made Karen "my" secretary, although that is a completely inaccurate portrayal of her duties. Primarily she kept me up-to-date on - and edited - the various reports I had to write, meetings I had to attend, etc. She truly ran the department, allowing me to be department "head." Only the misinformed or uninformed thought I was really in charge, and I made this plain to anyone who would listen.

Karen was in her mid-to-late thirties, so about a decade younger than I was. She had two teenaged children, and she was certainly a loving, caring mother and wife. I was fully aware that she was a woman, although I didn't think of her as a possible sexual partner. I was happily married, and I had been completely faithful to my wife Lori for more than 20 years. Besides, Karen never did anything to suggest she was "available." I felt absolutely no erotic attraction toward her, nor, apparently, did anyone else.

Moreover, Karen was almost plain, and nobody would even call her pretty. She had a nice smile, and her eyes were warm, friendly, and alertly intelligent, but she was clearly no beauty. She wore almost no obvious makeup, and her lipstick was a subdued shade of pink. Except when we had "dirty" jobs to do, she was always professionally dressed in skirt, blouse, or dresses. Her dresses were usually ankle- length and were never revealing or teasing. For years I'd thought of her as flat-chested, but one day when she had arrived for some cleanup work wearing jeans and a work shirt, I could clearly see that she had been hiding her C-cup-sized breasts by dressing cleverly. She did not dress to attract, entice, or excite the men at work.

Most importantly in terms of our working relationship and friendship, Karen was intelligent, bright, and witty. She enjoyed her relatively low-paying and low-prestige job by doing it exceptionally well. She had saved my ass on more than one occasion because of her intelligence and good common sense. She was on a first-name basis with all of us - at least when students were not around. She was a vital part of our departmental team. But nobody lusted after her. Certainly I did not. She was a trusted and loyal friend and co-worker. Nothing more. 

The most suggestive action any of us had ever done around Karen was to tell slightly risque jokes. We never told overtly crude stories in her presence, but she was always one of the first to laugh at some of our off-color remarks. She would say, "That's really bad!" And then giggle. She and her husband Chris were among my friends, and our two families often socialized at departmental events, public school functions, and the like.

Karen and I had formed a strong friendship. We were completely open with each other, and we often discussed extremely sensitive matters, knowing what we said would go no further. Most of the time the issues concerned student or faculty matters, but we also occasionally shared personal problems. Neither Chris nor Lori ever learned about most of these conversations. Our friendship and working relationship were based upon this complete trust and honesty. There was nothing suggestive or sexual about the manner in which we related to each other, but our trust in each other was powerful. It was this complete trust that led us to our "problem."

Our department had recently moved from a run-down building to a brand-new facility. The department had occupied our old building for more than forty years, and it had become a running joke that it was ready to fall down. Whenever we had strong winds, the shrieks and groans in the walls made it sound haunted. It had been cited as "potentially structurally unsound" nearly a decade earlier, but we continued to work in it because we had no other place to go. Now our new building was ready, and we had moved out.

Our old - truly ancient! - building had been stripped of everything of value, but one Saturday morning in mid July, Karen and I were checking every room one last time. We were both dressed in jeans, work shirts, and sturdy boots. We stepped over unidentifiable spills, crawled and poked into dusty closets, and generally looked at everything. It was as far from an erotic adventure as anyone could imagine. We were scrounging around on the second floor of a four-story building. We thought we heard some other people working elsewhere in the building, but we hadn't seen them yet. The air conditioning was off, and we were getting dirty, grimy, and sweaty.

Karen had found a forgotten box of old paper files, and she was sitting on the floor going through them to see if any were valuable enough to save. I was across the hall, looking through ancient built-in cabinets. I found another pile of old files, and I carried them into the sunlit room where Karen was working. "Don't get up, Karen! I've found some more great old stuff for you to check through!" I announced as I walked through the doorway.

"Hey, thanks a whole lot, Bill! That's just what I need to . . ."

There was a sudden rumbling, and we heard creaking and grinding sounds. The window behind Karen cracked with a sharp snap, and the broken glass fell out. I turned toward the door as Karen jumped to her feet, and I reached back with my left hand and grabbed her left wrist. "We've got to get out of this damned place! It sounds like it's going to fall down!" I yelled. She held onto my left arm with both hands, and I pulled her toward me and started through the door.

The floor we were standing on suddenly tilted, then gave way. I grabbed the door frame with my right hand, and kept my grip on Karen's wrist. The door frame came apart in my hand, and I felt myself twisting and falling. We both screamed as we fell, then we collided as our fall momentarily slowed. The floor continued tilting, and I couldn't regain my feet. I felt Karen gripping my left wrist with her left hand, and we both grabbed with our right hands for something solid to hold onto. After several loud, high-pitched squeals, the floor shifted even more and then dropped, and we fell again. There was so much dust in the air that I couldn't see, and things were falling and crashing all around us. All I could hear was our screams and a loud, continuous rumbling and roaring. We came to an abrupt stop, and something hit me on the back of my legs. Before I could cry out, I received a sharp blow to my head. I heard Karen screaming in pain as I blacked out. I heard someone calling my name. She sounded far away. "Bill! Bill! Wake up! Bill!" My head hurt, and I moaned, then drifted back into the darkness. As I slipped away, I realized my arm hurt, too, and also I could feel something pressing on my legs but . . .

I was having a nightmare about my body being ripped apart. I became aware of a sharp pain in my left arm as I wiggled my left hand, and I was abruptly wide awake. I tried to move and found that I was completely immobilized. "Shit!" I cursed.

"Welcome back, Bill! Thank God! I was afraid you weren't going to regain consciousness!" Karen said. Her voice came from just to my left, but was muffled. My head was turned away from her, and I couldn't move it. Her body was lying partially across mine, and I could feel her pressing against me as she breathed.

I took a deep breath and immediately regretted it. Dust filled my throat and I coughed, again and again. Each time I did so, Karen groaned. "Bill! You're hurting me! Try not to do that!"

I finally stopped coughing. I spat out the dust and tried to look around. There was some faint light, but I couldn't turn my head toward Karen. All I could see was a large piece of wood, pressing against the side of my head, holding it down. It also created a small open space in front of my mouth. I could see my breath stirring dust as I breathed. I managed to move my right arm up and around a piece of debris, and I could almost touch my face. I could move my left leg, but there was something in the way and I couldn't even reach my waist with my right hand.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"I don't know. At least a couple of hours. Probably longer. Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, but mostly I'm just pinned under something. I can feel all my fingers and toes, so I'm probably pretty much in one piece. You?"

"The same. I'm hurt, but not too seriously. I just can't move."

"What the hell happened? And where are we?"

"There was a strange noise and the building collapsed around us. I really can't move at all. Can you?"

I pulled gently on my left arm which was extended over my head, and pain exploded down my arm. "God! That hurts! My left arm is broken and pinned under something!"

"My left arm is trapped, too. Can you feel my fingers? I'm moving my left hand."

I felt something touch my left hand, but when I moved my fingers to reciprocate, pain shot up my arm. "Yes, but it hurts to move my hand!"

"You're on your back, and I'm lying on top of you, sort of crosswise. Your stomach lifts mine when you breathe, and I can feel the bottom of your rib cage against mine. At least I could tell you were alive even if you weren't conscious!"

"I can feel you breathe, too, Karen. But I can't move very much! My right leg is completely trapped under something. I can move my left one a little." I slowly moved my right arm away from my head until it disappeared from sight and I felt it bump into something soft. I stretched my arm out and felt around with my hand. It was Karen's leg!

"Given the circumstances I guess it's okay, but that's my left leg you're groping!"

I suddenly felt her hand on my left knee. "I can touch your left leg, too! And I can see most of your left side." She said. "I'm completely pinned in, too."

"I can't see you at all. See how much you can move, Karen."

"I can move my right arm and my left leg. That's all. And I can turn my head a little. Can you move your leg?"

I felt her hand against my left thigh as I moved it. There was debris pressing in all around us, and I could only move my leg a few inches. Karen kept her hand on my thigh.

"When the noise stopped and you didn't say anything, I thought you were dead!" She said. "Then you began to breathe under me and I held my hand against your leg. It made me feel better, touching you. I didn't feel so alone."

I moved a small piece of debris and found I could reach from Karen's waist to about her left knee. I deliberately avoided touching her crotch. It was clearly within my reach. She giggled. "I've heard stories about bosses sliding their hands up and down their secretary's legs! I never thought you'd be doing that to me!"

Karen moved her own hand, and she had could touch about the same amount of my body as I could hers, although I could move my leg a little more than she could, allowing her to touch slightly more of me. But she could also see part of me, too, but there was a piece of debris pressing into my chest, and it prevented me from seeing anything lower than that. I tried to move it with my right arm, but it didn't even wiggle.

We discussed and reviewed our situation. It was plain we couldn't free ourselves. She was lying face-down, on top of me at an angle. Both of our left arms were over our heads, with something heavy pinning them both down. Our fingers touched, but my left forearm was broken. Both our right legs were pinned under something heavy and hard. We each had some motion in our right arms and left legs. But we were completely trapped.

But we still didn't know what had happened. Clearly we were lucky to be alive. But for how long? Pain was throbbing in my broken left arm and in my right leg, and I was already beginning to get cramps in most of my muscles. Even though we kept talking, we both realized we were probably going to die. Every half hour or so we said the Lord's Prayer and recited the 23rd Psalm together. Then we patted each other on the knee and were silent. Other than her touch on my leg, all I felt was pain. And it was getting worse by the minute. 

It was several hours later before we heard voices. It took another hour or so before our yells were heard, and then someone called to us that they would get us out as soon as they could. Time dragged on and we didn't hear much of anything. The throbbing pain throughout my body was gradually becoming unbearable. Karen was making more and more frequent painful groans, too. She suddenly spoke.

"Bill! I've got to urinate! Bad!"

"Me too. But I figure I'll hold it as long as I can, then just go. How much more uncomfortable could that be?"

"I don't really want to lie here for hours in urine-soaked clothes! I need your help!"

"What do you want me to do, Karen?"

"Pull my pants and panties down. I'll lift my hips a little bit off you and you can push everything down. Please! I really have to go!"

My first thought was that I shouldn't touch Karen that intimately, but I quickly changed my mind. We were likely going to die in this collapsed building, so what the hell would it matter? I reached down and slid my right hand down my right leg, then reached under her body and began to unfasten her jeans. I had a fleeting thought that destroying a woman's dignity was the first step toward seducing her, but I shut it off. Surely not with Karen!

My hand rubbed over her pubic bone in the process of unfastening Karen's pants. She grunted, but didn't complain. A minute or so later I had her jeans undone and with her lifting her hips up and moving as much as she could, I was able to push her pants down. Something was on top of her right leg just below her knee, but I managed to get her pants down almost to her ankle on her left leg and to her knee on her right. Touching her bare legs gave me an immediate partial erection. Her skin was soft and decidedly feminine.

"Now my panties!" 

"There isn't any dignified way to do this, Karen!" I was fighting hard to keep the obvious link between seduction and loss of dignity from overpowering me, and my growing erection didn't help.

"Well, just grab them and pull them down! Hurry!"

She twisted and lifted her hips to give me access. I had to pull her panties down from each side and again from the back and front. As I did so, I touched her bare buttocks and the backs of my fingers brushed through her pubic hair and down her bare thighs. My penis was now fully erect in spite of my incredible discomfort and pain. 

Karen moved her legs as far apart as she was able by pulling her left knee toward her waist. I held her clothes down as far as I could, and I heard the hiss of her urination for most of a minute. "God, that feels good! I really had to go." I didn't get wet, and I could hear her urine dripping steadily through debris below us, so at least I wasn't going to end up lying in a pool of her urine. With her crotch only inches from my hip, that had been a real possibility! 

I was also starting to think about that other special opening in Karen's crotch. My own need to empty my bladder helped me to think about other matters. I could smell her urine, and that odor only increased my own problem. As soon as Karen finished, I said, "Okay, Karen. Now it's your turn to undress me. I've got to go, too. Even worse now that you stunk up the place!"

In spite of our situation, Karen chuckled. I knew she was also thinking about the sexual implications of undressing me, even though we were trapped in rubble. With her right hand she undid my belt, unsnapped my jeans, and unzipped me. In the process her hand bumped against my erection. She said nothing, but continued getting me undressed. "Hurry!" I urged.

When my jeans were down near my knees, Karen pulled my undershorts down, and pushed everything as far down my legs as she could. Her hand again touched my erect penis as she did so, only now it was completely bare. She quickly pulled her hand away from my body. I moved my left leg and managed to get my clothes around my left ankle as she had done, but whatever was on our legs prevented us from pushing my clothes lower than my right knee.

"Karen, you've got to aim me! Point me so that I don't get either of us or my clothes wet!"

Karen giggled again as she took hold of my erection. I was able to turn my hips a little in the correct direction. "Okay, Bill! Let her go!" She giggled, but her breathing had changed. Touching my penis while her own pussy was uncovered was turning her on, too.

Karen held my penis as I took a very long piss. Even though I really had to go, being sexually aroused shut down my ability to urinate for several minutes. Her hand felt warm, and I could feel heat radiating out from my groin, apparently from her touch. She released me when I was finally done. "I can't wait to see how you describe that one in my annual evaluation!" She joked. "Under what category do you put, 'Held boss's penis so he wouldn't piss on himself?'"

We both laughed, bouncing our stomachs against each other. I was acutely aware of our partially naked bodies touching. I was also now aware of the soft pillows of her breasts against the left side of my chest. Karen's skin felt smooth against mine. "You did that very well, Karen. Do you practice by helping Chris aim at the toilet?"

Karen giggled. "I have to admit that holding your penis while you pissed was a first for me! Yours is only the second one I've ever touched. Well, not counting my son's when he was an infant, of course."

"So, whose is bigger? Chris's or mine?" I was curious, but mostly I wanted to get my mind off the pain. I'd forgotten it as I urinated, but it was again getting worse by the second.

"You men! Just like little boys!"

"I'm not asking about little boys' penises! Well? I know you were looking at it as well as holding it!"

"Not that you're small, but I think Chris is thicker. Yours is about the same length. So now are you going to give me a lower evaluation for being critical of your equipment?"

"You're just lucky I can't reach your breasts or I'd compare them to Lori's!"

Karen snorted. "Unless she wears really lifelike padded bras, she's bigger than I am!" She was quiet for a few seconds. "I know we're probably going to die in here, and I'm still in an awful lot of pain, but I feel a little better. I'm really scared. I'm glad we can still joke around." 

"I don't know if it was taking a leak or what, but something sure helped with the pain. It didn't feel quite so bad for a few minutes." I remarked. "But right now it's a little drafty on my crotch!"

Karen giggled. "I felt a little less pain, too. Even now. Maybe it's just because my bladder isn't full and getting smashed every time you take a breath!"

As we lay there, gasping in our relief, still half-undressed, we heard a scraping noise. Several seconds later the dim light near my head was partially obscured, and then a thin plastic tube came slowly into view near my face. "Hey!" I yelled. "You've reached us with a pipe!"

Voices echoing through the pipe encouraged us. Using my right hand I soon had the pipe positioned near my face where I could easily reach it. Karen could not see or feel it. I described our situation, and after several additional tries, Karen yelled, and an hour or so later she had a pipe near her face, too. Our stiffness and cramps were getting much worse, but at least we finally had a realistic hope that we might be rescued.


My Secretary Ch. 01



Skinny microphone/speakers on thin but strong wires came next. They fell out of the pipes, and we described our situations in detail. When there was an opportunity I asked, "How long have we been stuck here, anyway?"

There was a long pause. "In ninety minutes - twenty-four hours." Karen heard it too, and gasped. It was already late on Sunday morning!

A few minutes later the voices from the speakers told us that our families had been told that we were still alive. Everyone was praying for us. Karen began to cry, very softly.

I reached down and squeezed Karen's naked thigh. She did the same to mine. My penis immediately shot straight up as we touched. I felt her move her head. Her breathing changed, and I knew she had seen that I was erect! Talk about inappropriate touching! Something caused us to leave our hands against each other's bare thighs. It was comforting both to touch her and to be touched, even if we were both half naked. It also felt really odd to know my secretary was looking at my erect penis. She had stopped crying. I again felt that strange heat radiating out from her hand against my skin. 

The voices on the other end of the line told us that a small earthquake had brought the building down. Although rare in our part of the country, they did occasionally occur. This one had apparently been just close enough to be dangerous. "We heard other people in the building. Is everyone else okay?" Karen asked.

"Everyone's accounted for." We heard back. "You were the only ones in the building when it fell." That fact didn't help our situation, but it did give us some small comfort knowing that nobody else had gotten hurt. We were still alive, they knew where we were, and they were trying to get us out. But I was still afraid I would go into shock because of the pain. It was getting much, much worse, and incredible bursts of pain were shooting through my body with every beat of my heart. 

One thing we didn't have to worry about was getting too cold. It was quite warm, and we both were sweating slightly. But dehydration concerned our rescuers, and we were soon provided thin plastic tubes through which we could drink water. We both drank heavily.

It did not seem long before we had to urinate again. I held her panties and pants around her knees as I had done before, and touching her bare thighs and legs brought my erection back. When she was done, I had her aim me as she had done before. She surprised me when she didn't release me when I was done, and having her hold me kept me erect. "Do you find something sexy about being trapped in a collapsed building? And probably dying?" She asked.

I reached over and stroked her bare thigh, reaching as high as her bare behind. "No, but touching you and having you touch me does turn me on." I replied. Her butt was really firm! Her dowdy dresses had concealed her really shapely, feminine behind.

Karen squeezed my penis. I could feel it throbbing as her fingers clung to it. After several minutes she said, "It turns me on, too. When you touch me. And when I hold your penis. I want you to keep touching me. It helps me to ignore the pain." 

I began to slide my hand up and down the outside of Karen's bare thigh and bottom, from her knee to her waist. Every inch or so I would give her a gentle squeeze. Feeling her smooth, feminine skin caused my erection to start to throb. She started gently squeezing and releasing my penis, obviously feeling my pulse. She slipped her hand down and fondled my testicles, then took hold of my penis again. 

Our combined touching began to affect me strangely. "Karen, I don't know how to say this, but my pain seems somehow to make your touch so incredibly warm and erotic that the pain itself is starting to feel almost like pleasure. I think it's the contrast between your gentle, intimate touch and the sharp discomfort everywhere else. I hope this doesn't sound too crude or suggestive, but if you could please keep doing it . . ."

Karen let out a long sigh. "Of course I will! I thought it was just me! When your hand moves up and down my leg and my bottom, I feel a tingling wherever you touch me. It's so different from the constant pain! It's okay if you . . . touch me more intimately. At the very least it will distract me!"

"More intimately" certainly covered a lot of ground, and I didn't plan to get too sexual without some clear hints from Karen. I rubbed and squeezed her thigh and she squeezed my penis for at least a half hour. Pain became secondary to the erotic stimulation I was giving and receiving. I moved my hand so that I was gently rubbing not only her behind but also almost to her anus. I stretched out my fingers and I rubbed the back of her other thigh as my hand moved slowly from her knees toward her waist. At her crotch my thumb brushed her pubic hair, and I quickly moved my hand back onto her behind.

Karen's squeezing was getting faster and harder. Her fondling of my balls had made them swell, and they were now pulled up against my penis. My erection was uncomfortable, and it really pushed the painful areas of my body well into the background. More than any other sensation, it was Karen's touch on my penis to which I was paying the most attention. I gradually moved my hand until I was sliding it all over Karen's bottom. As I slid it between her cheeks, she deliberately spread her legs apart. I heard her give a low moan, but clearly of arousal, not pain. I reached between her legs and rubbed her pubic hair against the opening to her vagina. She gave another low moan and arched her hips, pressing herself lightly against my hand. I no longer had any doubts about what she wanted me to do.

I moved my hand around her thigh, then under her. I caressed her bare abdomen with my fingers. My thumb was touching the top of her thick pubic hair. I rubbed my hand up and down the fronts of her thighs, from her knees almost to her crotch. She again opened her thighs, allowing me to rub between them, this time from her front.

Karen clamped her legs together and gave a short cry, "Oh!" as my thumb rubbed firmly against her hairy crotch. I pulled my hand away quickly, but she said, "No, that's okay! You can touch me there!" She pulled her legs apart again.

I began to rub Karen's pubic mound through her hair, and she began to slide her hand up and down the shaft of my penis. She used the tips of her fingers to gently rub the sensitive spot just below the head of my penis. She gently held my testicles and tubbed them between her fingers. I almost forgot about my pain! She was really taking me to the brink! I could feel her breathing changing, too.

Karen was making little groans in time with her up and down movements on my penis. I slowly slid my hand between her legs as I rubbed her, and I found she was really wet. At first I thought it was from her urine, but my fingers slipped between her engorged and slippery labia so easily I knew she was highly aroused. Her moans got louder and she began to rub my penis faster. 

I was now so incredibly aroused that I could put my pain into a compartment in my mind and shove it out of my consciousness. Karen's constant moans were obviously now because of pleasure, not pain, so it was working for her, too. We synchronized our hand movements. She slid her hand up and down my penis, and I ran my fingers up and down her wet slit. I could feel her inner labia swelling and opening as I did so. I gently pulled and tugged on her labia. My entire hand was wet with her juices. 

When Karen began to flex her hips as I rubbed her near her clitoris, I slipped two fingers inside her and spread them apart, opening her and pressing against the walls of her vagina. Her sudden short cry, "Bill! Ooooh!" and accompanying quivering orgasm both surprised and excited me, and I immediately groaned loudly and yelled her name as I ejaculated, squirting several times. I stopped moving my hand but I kept my fingers inside her. I could feel her vagina contracting and relaxing, over and over. My penis began to soften. 

Karen had produced a copious amount of fluid when she climaxed, and I could feel it dripping from my fingers onto the debris under me. Some of it ran down my arm, then dripped from my elbow. My first burst of cum had shot out while her fingers were over the end of my penis, and she had held her hand above it, letting subsequent bursts strike her hand. I felt my cum dripping down my penis and into my pubic hair. Karen let out a sigh, then trembled. "I've never seen anything like that before! Incredible!" She said as she gently trembled. 

I left my hand in Karen's crotch, with my fingers still inside her. I felt her orgasm slowly come to an end. She spread her fingers and cupped my sticky penis and balls loosely in her hand. Our combined touching had a dreamlike quality to it. Our breathing gradually slowed. "I don't know what came over me!" Karen whispered. "But ever since you started pulling my pants down I've been getting more and more . . . excited! And the pain isn't nearly so bad!"

I whispered back. "I'm cramping up, my broken arm is aching, and sharp things are poking into me everywhere. I'm beyond uncomfortable! But your touching me just about drives me wild! And it makes me forget my awful pain!"

Our "private" conversation was interrupted by another voice from Karen's speaker. "That's not uncommon, folks! We won't tell your families! And it helps you to relax, so don't worry about it!"

We'd forgotten about the microphones. We both started to laugh, and I could hear our "listeners" laughing, too. But I was getting erect again. Karen began to stroke me, and I started moving my fingers inside her. My thumb found her clitoris. It only took a few minutes to give her another orgasm. Once again she gave her little cry and shuddered. Her hand clamped almost painfully hard around my erection until she came back down. 

Karen had yet another orgasm a few minutes later, and then as I began to grunt as another ejaculation began, she suddenly climaxed again. My own climax intensified, and we grunted and moaned loudly together. Once Karen's vagina stopped squeezing my fingers, I rubbed my hand all over her vulva, then slid my fingers inside her again. She was holding my balls, gently rubbing cum over them and sliding them between her fingers. 

"Unnh! God, Karen! When they get us out of here, I don't know how I'll be able to thank Chris for teaching you how to do that! Oooh! I've never had my testicles held and rubbed so long before! It feels . . . wonderful!"

Karen gently laughed. "Bill, I've never held Chris's balls for more than a few seconds! When I do this to him, he'll be the one who ought to thank you! Except I'm not going to tell him!"

A few seconds passed. "Ooooo! Speaking of feels good! I've never felt a man's hand against my . . . pussy and inside me for so long. Shall I thank Lori?" Karen teased.

"Hardly! She's going to be really surprised when I do that to her! She's used to having me roll over and all asleep! If she asks, I guess I'd better not mention your name, huh?"

Karen chuckled in reply, and she moved my balls around in her fingers even more wonderfully. I felt them begin to pull against my shaft, and I realized I was erect again. She began to rub up and down my sticky penis. I moved my own fingers inside her and rubbed gently against her clitoris. Once again we both began to moan as our climaxes approached. All of my pain disappeared in a pulsing series of intense explosions of pleasure.

The sense of relief from the incredible pain was stronger than our inhibitions. We continued to rub and touch each other's genitals with our free hands. I couldn't determine which felt better, her touching my penis and balls or my touching her pussy. Perhaps it was the combination, but a strange, powerful pleasure flowed back and forth between us, generated by this intimate, incredibly erotic contact. As my pain increased, so did the intensity of the pleasure Karen's touch gave me.

Our confinement continued, and I repeatedly finger-fucked Karen and she gave me handjobs. My fingers eventually located her hard little G-spot, and she was really responsive. She had five or six orgasms to each of my ejaculations. We each quickly learned what touches really excited the other, and the smell of my cum and her juices soon dominated the scent of our urine and sweat. Each time Karen climaxed I could feel her muscles trembling in her abdomen as she lay atop me. It was almost like being inside her as she climaxed, sharing her excitement. Somehow it was the most intimate and erotic feeling I had ever felt, even during intercourse with Lori.

Pain made sleep impossible. We were probably partially asleep as we continued to stimulate each other. Everything seemed unreal, just like in a dream. I had no idea how long we'd been masturbating each other, and I didn't bother asking. I no longer cared. The only thing that mattered was Karen's touching my genitals and my fingering hers.

Nobody had ever fondled my penis and balls so long. Karen's touches were so erotic that I no longer got completely soft between ejaculations. She explored every part of my genitals, and her touch felt almost electric.

I had certainly never become so familiar with a vulva, either. Karen's labia remained engorged and were slippery with her juices. After several hours, I knew every bump and ridge on each one, and I rubbed them between my fingers, causing her to make little moans. Her episiotomy scar was swollen and bumpy with her excitement, and she made little sounds of pleasure as my fingers moved over it. There was a place on each side of her vagina, about an inch inside her, where each of my touches caused her to gasp and tremble with excitement.

Had Karen asked, I would have told her that she had the largest and softest pussy lips I'd ever touched. They were magnificent! At first her vagina had felt loose, probably because of having several kids. But because her vagina was accommodating to my skinny fingers, her vaginal contractions had become so strong that I couldn't hold two fingers apart inside her as she climaxed. Her hard clitoris soon came quickly out whenever I touched her. And her earlier short cries of climax had gradually changed to intense moans and screams lasting several seconds. 

At the insistence of our rescuers, we took frequent drinks of water. We received no food. Other than occasional breaks to drink and to urinate, we fingered each other almost constantly. Whenever my hand began to cramp, I pulled my fingers out of Karen and rubbed every part of her body I could reach. My wet fingers were slippery on her smooth skin as I spread her juices from her waist to her knees. She explored me as well, and I could feel my sticky cum all over my thighs and abdomen.

Even though my ejaculations eventually came up dry, the throbbing pain in my left arm seemed to exaggerate the sensations in my penis, and each climax left me breathless and a little dizzy. I lost all track of time. Whenever one of our rescuers reminded us to take another drink, I wiped my wet fingers on Karen's behind, then moved the tube to my mouth. I smelled and tasted her pussy every time I drank. When she drank, I knew she was smelling and tasting my cum, too. My pain was almost covered up by the smells, tastes, and sensations of our erotic activity. Everything felt more and more exotic. It was almost like being in a trance. In the background was the constant threat of the overwhelming pain which we were holding in check with our orgasms.

We didn't talk very much. Instead we touched and aroused each other. We called out each others name as we climaxed. Our conversations became light moans and sighs, each signaling to the other when we enjoyed a particular touch - or series of caresses. We no longer prayed. Karen's juices had soaked her crotch and thighs, and they had run down my left hip onto the debris beneath me. As it dried it almost glued us together.

Our hand movements had become totally synchronized, and in my extreme, dreamlike discomfort I easily imagined it was Karen's vagina gripping my penis, not her hand. She wiggled and moved as if my fingers were my penis. When her fingers also touched my balls, it felt as if my balls were inside her as we climaxed. In the intensity of our mutual sensations, this impossibility didn't prevent our experiencing it - at least in our imaginations. Karen seemed to share this erotic dream as I moved several fingers inside her and tried to approximate how my balls would feel inside her. Her answering movements with her fingers told me she knew exactly what I was thinking. 

Karen's orgasms became more frequent and lasted longer as time passed. Her sexual screams were accompanied by violent trembling throughout her body. We tried to stifle our most intense cries of pleasure, but the rescuers must have enjoyed a nearly continuous string of our moans, groans, and yells! At least they were from pleasure, not from pain! 

I was no longer aware of time passing. I was incredibly hungry, but I'd fill up on water, take a piss while Karen aimed me, then I would get lost in our orgasms. I was getting weaker, but my dry ejaculations lasted longer and had become increasingly intense. We couldn't move very much, but our bodies shook and trembled with each climax. Karen's were particularly intense when I also came at the same time, and that's when we both made a lot of noise. I'm sure the rescuers were entertained!

I could tell from the increasing, painful pressure in my colon that I was constipated. I moved my fingers inside Karen's vagina, and I could feel an unyielding mass in her colon, too. "Unnh!" She grunted. "What are you doing, Bill?"

"We're both constipated." I replied.

Karen giggled. "That's the first time anybody has ever checked me THAT way?" She laughed. 

The pain in my bowel, added to the other pain, might well have caused me to pass out. But Karen's erotic touch caused the pain to change again, somehow, into intense pleasure. We could hear the rescuers making agonizingly slow progress toward us. Occasionally they gave us words of encouragement, but we were both almost completely lost in what we were experiencing sexually. We stopped paying much attention to them, although we still drank water and urinated when they reminded us to do so. We remained painfully constipated. Fortunately this meant we didn't have to endure the indignity of taking a crap, although neither of us really had any dignity to lose at that point.

Finally I heard an excited voice calling, "Bill! Karen! We're almost there! We've got to move extremely carefully now. And you've got to help us! Tell us what you see and feel as we lift the last few things off you!"

With more reluctance than I would have imagined I would feel, I pulled Karen's panties and pants up to cover her. My fingers were too weak and stiff to fasten her jeans. Her dignity probably wasn't going to be spared anyway since she was completely soaked in her own juice. She pulled up my undershorts, and they clung to my stickiness. She could only get my pants partway up my legs. I held my hand under her unfastened pants and touched the skin of her thigh. She put her hand on my bare leg. We waited. With the direct sexual stimulation removed, the overwhelming pain quickly returned in a series of ever-stronger waves. 

I began to groan with the pain, and a few seconds later so did Karen. The pain was starting to become more than I could handle. I suddenly began to tremble. I had chills. I knew I wasn't going to make it, and I felt as if I were letting go of life and beginning to die. A glowing spot of light grew larger and I thought it was what near- death people had described. What would I say to God? Suddenly the weight was off my leg. Karen screamed as I moved my leg, bumping my leg against hers. I heard her curse using words I didn't think she knew. I was aware of someone touching me, and someone shouting that we were both still alive. My head was still trapped under something and I couldn't move it. And my broken arm was still trapped. I tried to move, but the pain was too intense. I felt someone pulling up and fastening my pants. I was trembling violently with the chills caused by my pain. I could hear myself making high- pitched squeals of pain. They sounded as if they were coming from a great distance. 




My Secretary Ch. 01



A few moments later the pressure on my left arm was abruptly released, and I felt a new, sudden blinding pain as blood began to flow freely into my arm. I was absolutely certain that I wasn't going to make it. I remembered my older brother pulling me in a wagon when I was four. I vividly recalled petting a puppy which died when I was a little boy. I lost control of my bladder and warm urine soaked my underpants and ran down between my thighs. The incredible pain in my arm completely overwhelmed me and I screamed and everything went black. The last thing I heard was Karen calling to me, "Bill? Are you okay? Bill! Bill! . . . " 

I was aware of motion. I heard voices, but I didn't understand what they were saying. Then I felt warmth and wetness inside my bowel. I thought I heard someone complaining about . . . something? . . . I drifted off again. I heard yelling, but I couldn't open my eyes. 

I awoke in a hospital bed. I was dizzy and the room was twisting and turning. My wife Lori was sitting beside the bed. She got up and kissed me as I opened my eyes. She was leaning over me and I was staring directly down her dress at her beautiful breasts. "Welcome back!" She said. We kissed again. I felt my penis tenting the sheet over my crotch. She noticed and grinned. "Later! You've got to rest!" She patted me gently on the cheek. The room began to spin really fast and I closed my eyes and groaned as I spiraled into darkness again.

The heavy sedation wore off and I awoke with a sudden, terrible thought. Karen! Was she okay? I sat up and felt dull aches all over my body. There was a cast on my left arm and I felt a sharp ache, just above the wrist. My neck was stiff, but I could move it. There was an IV needle on the back of my right hand. I pulled off the sheet and gown and saw several large bandages on my right leg. My penis, crotch, and thighs were a funny red color and they were smeared with something shiny and greasy. There was a catheter in my penis. I located the call button for the nurse and pushed it several times. I had several dull aches in different places, but no sharp pain, other than in my wrist. I knew I was mildly drugged, but I felt strangely alert in my panic. Please, God! Let Karen be okay!

A cute, perky, young nurse came in, professional and efficient. She re-draped the hospital gown over my exposed penis, and proceeded, over my angry protests, curses, and questions, to take my temperature. I could see that my blood pressure and pulse were being monitored by a machine near the bed. When she was finally satisfied, I asked, "What about my secretary. What about Karen? Is she okay? I want to see her!"

The nurse smiled at me and nodded. "She's fine! I'll be right back!" She returned with a wheelchair. "Let me disconnect the BP monitor and hang your IV on the chair, and I'll take you to visit her. You aren't supposed to be walking around quite yet! But I think I can safely move you in this chair. Now that you're conscious, I can also remove your catheter." I was only mildly embarrassed to have this pretty young nurse touching my penis. I was thinking about Karen's touching me, and that caused me to become fully erect. The nurse thought it was because of her touching me, and she blushed.

A few minutes later she wheeled me down the hall a few doors, and when she turned the chair and rolled me into a room, there was Karen, sitting up in bed. In spite of the nurse's protestations, I go up out of the chair. Although limited by the IV line and the cast on my left arm, I managed to lean down and give Karen a hug and a kiss. It turned into quite a production, complete with tongue-groping and heavy breathing. When we broke apart, I could see Karen's arousal coloring her face. In all the years I had known and worked with her, I had never noticed what wonderful lips she had!

I sat down in my wheelchair next to her bed, and I held her hand. "I thought we were both going to die!" I said. "Then I woke up and I didn't know where you were. After all that time trapped together, I was afraid . . . " Tears began to stream down my face, and I started to sob. Karen leaned forward and pulled my head against her chest. I stopped crying and my penis shot straight up. I could feel her braless breasts through her gown, pressing against my face! And I had once thought she was flat-chested!

I pulled away and looked at her as I wiped my eyes with my good, non-cast- covered hand. Karen's face was streaked with tears, too. "I know!" She said. "I made a scene, so they wheeled me down to your room and I got to see you. But you were still unconscious! You were pale and looked awful! But at least I knew you were still alive!"

I glanced from Karen's eyes to her breasts, and I could see her erect nipples pressing against the front of her gown. My tears had made her gown damp, and the gown was now clingy and almost transparent in just the right places. Karen glanced down, then blushed. She made no attempt to cover herself. She noticed the tent in my gown, and giggled. I glanced down, and I giggled with her. We held hands and stared into each other's eyes, wondering what was going to happen to us now. Karen's eyes sparkled and glowed with lust, mirroring my own. We were acting just like two kids discovering the power of sexual attraction for the first time!

Our continual finger sex had brought out incredibly intense sexual sensations which were at least ten times more powerful than any lust I'd ever felt. The best sex with Lori had been great - until Karen and I got buried - but now that earlier sex seemed pale, thin, and dull. Now I realized what the real power of sexual attraction was, and the desire to mate with Karen was overwhelming me. I felt a building heat in my groin and as I stared into Karen's eyes I could see my arousal mirrored on her face. The intensity of my lust was building, and I was only a few seconds away from climbing onto Karen's bed and mounting her. My balls were pulled up tight and my penis was throbbing. Karen let out a little sigh and spread her legs under her gown. The look in her eyes was clear, and we both knew that we would be having sex in a matter of seconds.

The nurse had been using the phone while we reunited, but we had ignored her. Whom she had been calling became obvious when a doctor entered the room and cleared his throat, interrupting our silent, passionate, eye-to-eye conversation. He introduced himself, but I didn't catch his name. I wasn't really paying attention because I kept glancing at Karen's nipples as I fought to keep my throbbing penis from causing me to completely lose control. Apparently he was in charge of both of our cases. He asked the nurse to leave the room, and he closed the door behind her and sat down. He let out a heavy sigh. So did I.

He again cleared his throat. "I was on duty when you both were brought in Tuesday around 6:30 p.m. I talked to the rescue personnel, and I have a pretty clear idea of what you two were doing while you waited for them to rescue you. I hope you understand that it's completely normal and not something to be ashamed of." He looked at both of us. I blushed, and I'm sure Karen did too. For a moment I felt like I was having a discussion about sex with one of my parents right after the time they had caught me naked with my half-undressed girlfriend!

"The closeness of death often brings out the . . . desire to . . . create life. Your sexual sensations were magnified, and you became capable of acts which would otherwise be impossible for you to contemplate. We did not - and will not - tell your spouses! And there is no mention of your, er, sexual actions in your medical records. However the, er, fluids you left on your bodies provided a fertile ground for a variety of unpleasant and persistent organisms to grow. Both of you are being treated for stubborn fungus and yeast infections. You should be fine in a couple of weeks, but you'll probably be itchy and uncomfortable for several more days."

He smiled at us. "Welcome back to the world of the living! I hope you can adjust to your new reality without serious problems!" He looked back and forth between us. "Bill, you received a concussion, but there doesn't appear to be any lingering problem. You'll probably have some headaches. You each have suffered fractures, but they have been set and I foresee no problems there. Your other scrapes and bruises are healing nicely, too. We, er, corrected your constipation, and your blood chemistry appears to be nearly normal. You are certainly in much better shape than we expected after more than three days without food. Had either of you gone into shock, well . . ."

I knew about my own broken arm, but what had happened to Karen? She realized I was puzzled. She grinned and pulled her gown up, exposing her right leg. She had a cast on it, running most of the way from her toes to mid-thigh. It must have hurt terribly during our ordeal, but she had never mentioned it. My admiration and affection for her grew even more. I also caught a flash of her thick, dark pubic hair before she covered herself again. My throbbing balls almost spilled their seed!

"What problems to you anticipate, doctor?" I asked, my voice sounding strange in my ears. I was vividly recalling how it had felt to rub my fingers through Karen's wet pubic hair. That incredibly sharp memory had obviously been triggered by what I had just seen between her legs.

He frowned. "I don't know if you two were having an affair before this incident or not. But you were certainly sexually intimate while trapped together. It's obviously a significant part of the nearly life-ending experience you shared together. It probably saved your lives by distracting you from your situation. I don't know how your spouses will react if you tell them, and I don't know how you will react if you keep it bottled up and don't tell them. That's a tough call. However, we have an excellent psychiatrist on staff and I'd like you both to talk to her." He leaned forward and gave us each a card with her name. "But right now I think it's best if we get you back to your room, Bill. You've received quite enough stimulation for one day!" He winked at me.

He walked to the door, then abruptly turned. "One more thing." He said. "The press - all kinds - is interested in you two. The hospital won't tell them anything, but you need to decide how you're going to, er, describe what you went through. If they smell a story, well . . . " He made a "Who knows?" gesture with his hands.

He opened the door, and said something I couldn't hear, and within moments the nurse came back in and wheeled me to my own room. When we arrived, she said, "I need to apply some more ointment. And it's almost visiting hours." With that she pulled back my robe and began to smear some white gunk all over my penis, scrotum, crotch and thighs. My penis, which had softened somewhat after leaving Karen's room, sprang again to full, throbbing erection.

She grinned. "At least it works okay, right?" She giggled. "It looks like the patient in 411 left her hand prints on it. She must have really squeezed it hard!" She grinned again, then got up and washed her hands in the sink in my bathroom. I looked under my gown. Yes I could see dark bruises on my penis, clearly forming Karen's hand print. The nurse grinned at me again, then she left. A few minutes later my family came in, and my life began to return to normal.

But how "normal" could it ever be, again? Karen and I had been pinned in the wreckage for more than eighty hours, sustained only by water - and by sexual contact. I got hard whenever I thought of Karen, and that was almost all of the time. I hadn't been this pussy-fixated since I was a young teenager! The "dry" ejaculations in the rubble had been the most powerful sexual experiences of my life. My penis kept bobbing up and down as I remembered them.

I had a joyful reunion with my family. The IV was removed later that day, and I sneaked down to Karen's room that evening after visiting hours were over and my family had departed. I slipped into her room, and I sat next to her bed and watched her sleep for several minutes. She suddenly woke up, grinned at me, and pulled me half onto her bed. We kissed hungrily, and we groped each other through our hospital gowns. Karen suddenly made her little cries of excitement, then exploded into orgasm with a loud cry as I rubbed her erect nipples through the material. As she calmed down, she really looked pretty! It was funny that I had never noticed that before!

I left a few moments later when a nurse entered the room to find out why Karen had cried out. The nurse took one look at Karen, then scolded us, but her eyes were twinkling and sympathetic. She also admonished me for walking around and not riding in a wheelchair. She took my arm and walked me back to my room. It was embarrassing because I had a throbbing hard-on and she was clearly aware of it. Once back in my bed I decided to be strong and not beat off. It kept me up most of the night.

The next morning our telephones were activated, and Karen and I spent hours talking. If anyone overheard us, we probably sounded like two lovesick teenagers. We tried to talk about what had happened to us, but the memories of our intense sexual contact quickly overwhelmed us. More than anything else, what we remembered was intense sexual pleasure almost beyond imagining. We masturbated as we talked, alone, but still connected by the sounds of our voices. We easily got each other off, again and again. 

We coordinated our stories so that anything we said to the press would be boring, and we hoped that would be enough. "If what we did ever gets out . . . "Karen began. There was no need for her to finish.

I also watched the late news on TV, and there was coverage of our rescue from the day before. Apparently it was a slow news day, and much of what had earlier been reported was obviously being rebroadcast. I was intrigued by the sight of the collapsed building, with rescuers pointing to the place where Karen and I were trapped. Debris had been piled nearly on top of us, and everyone had been afraid that it would shift and crush us. That's why we had been trapped for so long.

One of our rescuers had been interviewed. I heard him say, "The two survivors managed to communicate with each other, and they managed to, er, distract each other from their extremely painful and unpleasant situation." Fortunately he did not mention the method we had used! There was also no mention of the obvious problem of urination and defecation. Given the media's frequent obsession with gory details, this pleasantly surprised me. But it also gave me hope that Karen and I would be able to keep our secret. 

The next morning the psychiatrist met with both of us. I was wheeled into her office and I found Karen already there, sitting in another wheelchair. The cast on her right foot was elevated, but she didn't look very comfortable. I got out of my chair and went to Karen. She reached out for me. We hugged and kissed until the doctor cleared her throat several times.

She introduced herself as Dr. Sylvia Patterson. Karen and I sat side-by-side, holding our right hands in her lap, and constantly glancing at each other like a couple of kids. "I'm meeting with the two of you together in order to assess what Dr. Schwartz described concerning your . . . extreme erotic attachment." She said.

At least now I knew our "regular" doctor's name. "Extreme erotic attachment?" I asked. "Dr. Patterson, Karen and I have never had intercourse. We've never engaged in any kind of sexually intimate behavior prior to the collapse of our building. So what the hell are you talking about?"

Before Dr. Patterson could answer, Karen spoke. "Bill and I have always had a purely professional relationship, Doctor. But we . . . touched each other throughout the time we were trapped, and that helped get us through. I don't think . . . I know I couldn't have made it through it without contact with . . . him and his touching me. What are you so concerned about?"

"Dr. Schwartz and I anticipate that both of you will experience difficulties having normal relations with your respective spouses, given the guilt and worry which will almost certainly follow the sexual intimacy you experienced while pinned in the debris. In psychological terms, you two . . ."

"Excuse me, Doctor!" Karen interrupted. "You aren't wearing a wedding ring. Are you married?" Dr. Patterson shook her head and opened her mouth to speak, but Karen got her words out first. "I've been married for almost two decades. I love my husband. I've had great sex with him as often as I've wanted it. I've borne two children. I sincerely doubt you have much of a practical knowledge about sexual arousal, let alone being professionally competent to label what we experienced as 'extreme erotic attachment.'"

Dr. Patterson's face flushed red and angry. "Frankly, Karen, I'm exceptionally well-read on this subject. Although your type of situation is not well-represented in the literature, it is certainly easily understood. In fact . . ."

"Frankly, Sylvia, I don't much care about your damned literature." Karen interrupted, deliberately calling the doctor by her first name. "You act so damned condescending and smart, but have you ever had orgasm after orgasm continuously for more than two days? Have you ever felt a man climax in your hand until he no longer ejaculated but still has orgasms? Do you have any idea what we've experienced?" 

Doctor Patterson cleared her throat. Her face was getting more and more red. "Karen, I don't need to have experienced the . . . extremely sexual . . . situations you've described to be able to anticipate the resulting psychological complications to your lives. You've got to come to grips with . . ."

Karen jerked her hand out of mine. She reached over, pulled up my gown, and grabbed my exposed erection. She began to give me a hand job. Dr. Patterson stared in obvious shock as Karen's hand moved up and down my shaft. "This is what I had a grip on for two days. And it saved my life. And Bill had his fingers inside me, rubbing me until I exploded in pleasure, over and over. How does that fit with your theories, Sylvia?"

Dr. Patterson's mouth fell open and she stared at Karen's hand going up and down. Karen knew exactly how to stroke my penis for maximum effect, and I quickly began to grunt and moan. The head of my penis got darker and darker and drops of precum began to drip out of it. Dr. Patterson made a strange sound, something between a groan and a gasp, as I got louder and louder and my legs began to tremble. She jerked to her feet and ran rapidly out of the room. Karen stopped stroking but kept hold of my penis and looked into my eyes. "I hope I didn't embarrass you too much, Bill, but that prissy, know-it-all bitch got to me! You and I both know what our problem is, and we don't need her help to get through it. If we weren't both happily married to good people we love . . . "

Karen let go of my throbbing penis and covered it up. We held hands and looked at each other. Yes, we clearly understood our problem. More than anything in the world I wanted to feel my penis inside her, and I knew she felt the same desire. We were just leaning forward to kiss when two nurses came in. We were quickly wheeled back to our respective rooms. As soon as I was alone, I beat off, stifling my grunts into a pillow. It didn't take long, and a huge amount of cum ended up on a towel. Thankfully we never saw Dr. Patterson again. . The following afternoon I was judged fit to leave the hospital. Before my family arrived to pick me up, I sneaked back into Karen's room. She kissed me, then reached under my gown and grabbed my penis. Karen pulled it free of my gown began to beat me off as she stared at it. "I never finished this yesterday!" She giggled. 




My Secretary Ch. 01



I came quickly, and I had to grab a towel from her bedside to clean us up. She giggled again as I wiped my cum off her hand. We hugged and kissed again, and I left her room. "Put THAT in my annual evaluation, Bill! Under 'Handy with tools!'" She yelled. We both howled with laughter! I returned to my own room and shortly thereafter my family arrived. 

There were several reporters in the lobby as I was wheeled through, and microphones were pushed into my face and I was asked about my ordeal. I pretended to be thinking, and then said. "I was in a lot of pain and I don't remember much. I guess my brain just sort of shut down. I'm just glad to be alive." When I professed an inability to remember such simple details as talking to the rescuers through the plastic tube, they lost interest in interviewing me. I came across as just another accident victim who couldn't remember what had happened. 

A few minutes later as I rode home, I wondered what the fuck was going on in my head. Karen and I were behaving like lovers who were having a torrid affair. Yet we had not really had sex. Well, technically, at least. But we had done foreplay for more than fifty continuous hours while lying trapped in that building. I had experienced at least one orgasm an hour during that time, and Karen had five or six to each of mine. Had I really finger-fucked her to hundreds of climaxes? I could easily and vividly recall the feel of my fingers against her G-spot as her vagina trembled around my fingers. Fortunately I was able to hide my erection because I was sitting down in the car. Surely this state of intense arousal couldn't last!

Lori and I visited Karen in the hospital every day until she was released. Chris was there each time. As inevitably happens, Lori and Karen soon got involved in girl talk, and Chris and I wandered into the hall. I felt really strange talking to a man whose wife I had fondled so intimately - and who had touched me more intimately than Lori had ever done.

"Karen said that she would have died if you hadn't been there." Chris had said that first afternoon in the hospital. "She said she hurt so much she almost gave up, but that talking to you had distracted her enough to get past the pain. I really can't thank you enough, Bill!" He started to shake my hand, but instead grabbed me and hugged me. 

As he held me, I felt a flood of guilt about what I had done with Karen - and what I still hoped to do with her! I got my feelings under control, and as we separated I said, "Chris, Karen saved me, too. We both would have died if we hadn't been able to help each other." Chris shook my hand this time, and I could see tears welling in his eyes. I shoved my guilt aside and tried to smile. My eyes were wet, too. How could I ever fuck this good man's wife?

Later on our ride home, Lori remarked that she had told Karen much the same thing. "I'm so very grateful you were close enough to each other to communicate. I can't begin to imagine what it must have been like!" I wasn't about to tell her! I had an abrupt, vivid memory of how Karen's hand felt as she cuddled my balls, and how my fingers felt inside her as she climaxed and her juices ran down my arm. I could even hear her little cries as she came. I could remember how her engorged labia felt as I rubbed them between my fingers. I felt my penis become rock-hard in my pants, but Lori apparently didn't notice as she drove. 

Over the next two weeks we continued to receive calls at home from the press - including the national tabloids - but I was able to contribute so little to the story that they eventually stopped calling. Articles about Karen and me appeared for several more days, but more exciting news eventually pushed us off the radar screen of the press.

The calls from lawyers were even more frequent. "You can get rich!" They advised. "It's a clear case of negligence!" Karen and I had discussed this in the hospital, right after the first calls we received. We had no intention of filing suit. First, the university was paying all of our medical expenses - as well agreeing to pay us even if we were unable to return to work. Second, we just weren't brought up to blame other people when accidents happened. Finally - and most importantly - we also knew that any careful investigation into our accident would expose our lengthy sexual activity, and ruining two families' lives just wasn't worth money - even a lot of it. 

After three days resting at home, I was able to return to the office. Even though it was summer and I wasn't teaching any classes, there was a lot of material to prepare for the upcoming semester. My colleagues gave me a warm welcome back, although their enthusiasm was tempered by Karen's continuing absence. Her broken foot was keeping her bedridden, but at least she was out of the hospital and recovering at home with her family. I missed our short visits to her hospital room. I wanted to see her! And touch her! I hadn't been able to do that since she gave me that last handjob!

The firehouse which had directed our rescue was about three blocks from campus, and I walked down to it. I shook hands with everyone, thanking them for all they had done. The fellow I'd seen on TV was the chief, and he pulled me into his office and closed the door. 

"I'd like to thank you, chief, for not mentioning the way that Karen and I managed to divert the pain. It would really be hard on our families to find that out."

He grinned. "There are only four of us who heard what you two were doing, and we pledged to keep those shithead reporters in the dark! We really didn't think we'd be able to get to you two in time. That pile of brick and stone could have come down on you at any time. It was a bastard to clear. With your injuries, a couple of days of pain could have caused you to just shut down. There's no doubt that your sexual touching saved both of your lives. We're just glad that we were able to pull two injured people out of that mess, not two bodies. Getting you out alive - well, whatever you did to stay alive was worth it!" He shook my hand and winked. I thanked him again. His final comment was, "You're still alive, so enjoy it! Fuck the press!" 

Two weeks later Karen rolled into work in a wheelchair. Everyone was euphoric, partly because of seeing her doing so well and partly because damned near everything had fallen behind in her absence. Everyone cheered when she carefully stood up and I hugged her. I could feel her body rubbing against mine, and it felt so good I didn't want to let go of her! Within two days she was back to full-time, and the department slowly returned to normal. Almost.

It was impossible to have long personal discussions with Karen during work, and with her limited mobility we couldn't meet elsewhere to talk. We were able to give each other quick hugs, but that was about all. Talking on the telephone was too impersonal and also somewhat risky. We were afraid of the consequences if anyone saw us kissing. Every time we were in a room together, we stared at each other. Perhaps it was only obvious to Karen and me. More likely they misinterpreted our expressions as something innocent related to our ordeal during our entrapment. After all, nobody else thought of Karen as sexy! Little did they know!

The intense passion in our glances was overlooked by our colleagues, but instead of going away, the attraction seemed to be getting more powerful. Karen was so very pretty, and even though she wore the same dresses she had worn before the incident, I could now see her breasts clearly. At least I thought I could! And the shape of her behind was barely concealed by her clothes. I couldn't understand why I hadn't payed attention to her body before! Why had I thought she was plain and not particularly attractive? Now I was getting an erection every time I looked at her! The shapely young coeds in their skimpy, tight outfits didn't affect me this way!

August came and went and it was September. Karen graduated from a wheelchair to a cane, and my cast finally came off. Hers came off a few days later, and we were both doing rehabilitation several days each week - although at different facilities. We were both now completely mobile, but we still couldn't manage to arrange any length of time to be together. The few looks and words we exchanged were heavy with sexual passion, but nobody else appeared to notice, thankfully. We managed to share several long, passionate kisses at the end of a couple of Friday afternoons, but that only increased our desire to do more. 

October passed, and we were into November. Although Lori and I made love on a regular basis, I found myself fantasizing that I was having sex with Karen. It was all I could do to keep from shouting Karen's name as I ejaculated into Lori. This just couldn't go on! I still loved Lori, but I felt my desire to make love to Karen becoming more and more powerful. It was obvious from the way Karen looked into my eyes that she felt the same way. I masturbated nearly every day with Karen as my imaginary partner. What a mess!

One Monday morning early in November I managed a short conversation with Karen. "You're absolutely radiant today, Karen! Sylvia What's-Her-Name must have guessed wrong. You and Chris are getting it on just fine, right?" I whispered.

"SSSH!" Karen whispered back. "His mom took the kids yesterday and we . . . spent the whole afternoon . . . being romantic! Does it show?" 

"I can't be certain since all I can see is your face!" I replied.

Karen blushed. "And you and Lori? Everything okay there?" She was facing me and her eyes bored into mine. I felt my erection pounding in my pants, and I could tell from her eyes that she was also aroused - and that she knew I was, too.

I nodded. "We were kind of frantic at first, but now we're back to a normal routine. Only one problem. You."

Karen frowned. "Me? What do you . . . oh!" 

I realized she knew what I meant, but I said it, anyway. "I make love to Lori but when I do I'm thinking about making love to you, Karen." 

Karen's face turned crimson and she faced away from me. "Oh shit!" She said.

"I'm sorry, Karen. I didn't mean to upset you. Forget I said . . . "

"Oh shut up, Bill! I've been pretending the same thing with Chris! The priest said it was the same as adultery. Well, I'm not convinced a celibate knows what he's talking about when it comes to sex! But I do spend a lot of time imagining I'm having sex with you, and I know it's not right!"

"Karen, maybe your priest knows that in our hearts we . . . "

"Bill, we haven't committed adultery. Yet. But we will, and when we do, we won't have to wonder whether we did or didn't."

"Karen, we can't even find opportunities to kiss each other! How the hell . . . "

Karen opened the workroom door and checked the hall. She closed it again and walked up to me and put her right hand on the back of my neck. "Lean down." She whispered. As I did so, she brushed her lips lightly across mine. "Yes we can. And we will." She said as she released me. 

The back of my neck tingled where she had touched me. I could taste her on my lips. My penis was so full of blood that I felt dizzy. We were still alone in the workroom. "When we get the chance. When nobody can possibly find out. When we can't hurt anybody else. That's when we'll make love. I know it and so do you." Karen whispered. I looked into her eyes and I felt an incredible desire to mate with her, a desire stronger than my love for Lori. Her eyes dilated into deep, dark pools. She took a deep breath, shuddered and made a small gasping cry, then turned and left the room. I became aware of the faint, lingering scent of her aroused pussy.

"Holy shit!" I muttered. Karen was absolutely correct, of course. The high- voltage erotic connection between us was much too powerful to resist. I could still feel her touch on my neck and her lips against mine. The erotic attraction between us had not diminished; it had grown tenfold.

It took several minutes for my penis to soften enough that I could hide my erection. I kept thinking, "How in the world could Karen and I have sex without hurting Chris, Lori, and our kids?" It was impossible! But then again, what happened to Karen and me when the building collapsed was impossible, too. I went to the men's room, and masturbated into some toilet paper, thinking about what it would be like to make love to Karen. How would we ever get that chance? 

Continued in Chapter 2.



My Secretary Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Workshop in Lust

The powerful sexual attraction between Karen and me continued to grow over the next few months. Our shared intimacy, which had saved our lives in the collapsed building ("My Secretary Ch. 01: Survival by Lust"), now threatened to drive me insane. Whenever I made love to Lori, my wife, I pretended that she was Karen and my climaxes were longer and more powerful than any I had experienced before Karen and I had been trapped. Several times I had barely managed to change a scream of "Karen!" into unintelligible sounds as I ejaculated. I could even see Karen's face on Lori's body as I pumped in and out of her! How much longer could this go on?

Finally fortune smiled on Karen and me - again. Our state system of universities devised workshops for department heads and their secretaries, and our university agreed to send eight pairs of us to it. An overnight stay in a hotel was required because of the distance form our campus. Karen and I were among those chosen. I found colleagues to cover my classes, and Karen and I were off for a Thursday-Friday, two- day workshop, out of town, away from our families.

Karen and I rode in a university car with another department head and her secretary, and the drive was pure torture! Not only was I the only male in the car, but Karen and I were both extremely aroused by our chance to finally make love. Of course we had to conceal our lust from the other women in the car, and that made it even more exciting! When we were sharing the back seat during part of the trip, my tented pants amused Karen, although all she did was glance at my problem and grin. Both of the other women flirted with me and Karen joined in, adding to my rigid and stiff arousal and discomfort.

After we checked in, we attended meetings all day Thursday. Some were for department heads with separate meetings for secretaries, and some meetings had us all together. That evening we were on our own for dinner, and Karen and I went out with two other "teams." We didn't get back to our hotel until after 8:00 P.M.. Although we had to be up-and-going by 9:00 A.M. the following morning, there was a bright side. Karen and I had conspired to get adjoining rooms in the hotel. When I had suggested this idea to Karen, her face had turned crimson and her breathing had changed. Then she had looked at me and grinned! I could feel her excitement as our eyes locked! "I told you so! I told you it was possible!" She had whispered. 

I had a beer with another department head in the lobby bar before heading to my room, thereby giving Karen time to get to her room without anyone seeing us together, either in the elevator or hallway. As soon as I locked my door behind me, I unlocked the connecting door and rapped gently on Karen's. She opened her door in a matter of seconds. She was wearing a thigh-length nightshirt and slippers, while I was still in my shirt and tie. We stared at each other's faces for several seconds. Questions were asked and silently answered as we gazed into each other's eyes. If what I saw in her eyes was also what she saw in mine . . . 

It was! We reached out and grabbed each other. I pulled Karen into my room as we kissed. I pulled her nightshirt over her head and off, and she kicked off her slippers leaving her naked before me. As we clung together, I moved my hands over her body, trying to touch her everywhere. Karen pulled at my clothes and quickly stripped me. We kissed hungrily, our hands touching and rubbing everywhere we could reach. We were grunting and moaning at each touch.

Our erotic attraction was obviously not based upon our appearances! Karen had stretch marks on her breasts and belly, attesting to the two children she had borne and nursed. Her breasts, though somewhere between a C- and D-cup were noticeably beginning to sag. Varicose veins stood out on her thighs. We were both thick-waisted with little pot bellies and love handles on our hips. My muscles were no longer firm and they sagged. We looked our ages. 

"This is wrong, you know." I said. "A sin. What we did before was probably necessary to survive. That's the only time . . . I've never been unfaithful to Lori. But I want you so much! But we could just touch each other with our hands if you don't want to cheat on Chris. We could just sleep together, naked like we are now."

Our breathing was getting faster and harder. "I was a virgin bride, Bill. Chris is the only man who's ever had his penis inside me. Until now. I want to feel yours inside me tonight! I don't care if it's adultery! I'll confess it to the priest later!"

"I've got some condoms. I didn't have time to put one on earlier. Shall I . . ."

"No! I felt your seed on my hands so many times! I want to feel it coming out of you inside me!"

"But if you get pregnant . . ."

"I'll risk it, dammit! I just finished my period, so we should be safe. If you get me knocked up, we'll deal with it. But for God's sake, shut up and fuck me before I go out of my mind!" 

Karen wrapped herself around me, trapping my upright penis against her abdomen. She reached between us and pointed my penis down so that it was rubbing against her thick, dark pubic hair. She kissed me hard. Her hips rubbed back and forth against my penis. She began to gasp and moan really loudly.

I reached between us and cupped Karen's pussy with my hand. I gently squeezed it, putting pressure on her clitoris as I pushed against her with different fingers. Her juices quickly soaked my hand. She began to make little cries. I recognized them from our experience in the rubble as her build-up to orgasm. I pulled my hand away, and pushed her back onto my bed.

Karen scooted herself up the bed, never taking her eyes off mine. She pulled her knees up and opened her thighs, presenting herself to me. She was gasping, "I'm ready! I'm really ready!" The appearance of her pussy confirmed this. Her labia were dark red and swollen, and her juices glistened on them. 

I knelt between Karen's thighs and placed my penis against her wet slit. "I've heard you climax, and I've felt your orgasms against my stomach. I saw you come when I rubbed your nipples in the hospital. Now I want to watch your face as you come with me inside you!" I whispered. I leaned on top of her and kissed her. 

Karen immediately reached down with her right hand and gave my penis a familiar squeeze. She pressed the head of my penis into her vagina. I saw her pupils dilate and she gave out a sharp gasp as her vagina squeezed tightly around the head of my penis. There's no describing that incredible sensation when a woman seizes the head of your penis for the first time that way!

Karen held me for several seconds, squeezing the head of my penis with her vagina and gripping the top of the shaft with her labia. Then she wrapped her legs around my thighs and pulled me completely into her. She was slippery and wet, but very loose and open, much more so than Lori. "Oh, yes! I'm ready!" She moaned.

As our pubic hair smashed together, I began to twist from side to side, rubbing myself against her clitoris. Karen was quickly right at the brink. She repeated her usual pre-orgasmic cries, and I felt her climax begin. She leaned her head back and her eyelids fluttered. Her vagina began to tighten on my penis, and I felt rhythmic pulses as her orgasm built. I could feel her abdomen starting to tremble. She gave her short cry, "OOH!" And then I moved inside her.

Karen's orgasm became more intense. She cried "OOH!" And then again "OOH!" and her entire body began to tremble and shake. I pressed myself as hard as I could against her. Her eyes were now only half-open, and her mouth was twisted into a grimace. She continued to cry out, over and over as her body shook. 

Karen's orgasm began to wind down, and when she suddenly took several deep breaths I realized she had been holding her breath. Her trembling gradually subsided. Her feet fell back against the bed, and she was no longer pulling me against her. "God! Oh God! If that's what adultery is, no wonder it's a sin! God! That felt so wonderful! I couldn't even hold back my screams!" She gasped. She pulled me down and kissed me passionately.

I had barely managed to keep from ejaculating. Karen knew I hadn't climaxed, too. "As long as we're going to be adulterers, I want to feel your seed in my womb. I got caught up in that unbelievable orgasm and forgot that my vagina is stretched out from having kids. Whew! Give me a minute or two to recover, and let's do that again! This time I'll remember to squeeze you!" 

I recalled Karen saying that Chris was thicker than I was, so perhaps he didn't need that extra effort from Karen when they made love. Well, I wasn't in a size contest with him. I was just making love to his wife, and judging from her response, we were doing a good job of it.

I kissed Karen and gently rubbed her breasts. Her sensitive nipples quickly got hard, and when she began to moan, I started moving slowly in and out of her. I could feel her hips move as she deliberately squeezed my penis with her vaginal muscles. Our fucking made a wet slurping sound, audible over our combined grunting and loud breathing. "Don't hold anything back, Karen! Scream and yell if you feel like it! I will too!" I whispered. 

After only a couple of dozen strokes, I stopped. I was nearly there, and I wanted this to last! I stopped, and we kissed. Karen knew exactly what I was doing. She again began squeezing my penis when I resumed my strokes. I stopped again. I kept this up as long as I could, but finally when I stopped I could feel my climax continuing to build just from the sensation of being inside her.

I pumped in and out twice, then pushed myself as hard as I could into Karen. Her familiar cries as she climaxed was replaced by a long yelling scream, "EEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!" I could feel her entire body shaking under me, and I quickly began to ejaculate. I moaned loudly with each burst, and Karen cried, "AAA!" Over and over.

I very nearly blacked out. I could feel Karen's fingers digging into my back as her body continued to tremble and shake. Her vagina was squeezing and releasing my penis in spasms. I was surprised to find that I'd bent my back forward, and my face was now on Karen's chest. I latched onto her right breast and began to suck and lick her nipple.

As I did so, Karen's hips rose from the bed. She arched her back, slamming her pussy against my groin. I heard her usual little cry of climax several times. As her cries stopped, she collapsed back onto the bed. I kissed and cuddled her as she continued to tremble. We were both covered with sweat.

Several minutes later Karen pulled her breast away from my mouth. I continued to kiss her face and neck as she spoke. "And I thought the first one was spectacular! God! I've never . . . " She was silent for several seconds, then she giggled. "When I describe this adulterous lovemaking in confession, I wonder how the priest will react? When I tell him how my body responded and how I yelled . . ." She giggled again.

"Karen, I don't want to cause you problems with your marriage or with your faith! I just couldn't . . ."

"Oh shush! I don't feel guilty, and that's really going to upset the priest! I think God helped us to survive by having us do finger sex when we were trapped, and I think He understands that we needed to do this, too. I'm only going to feel guilty if our spouses find out and other people get hurt."

We held each other for several minutes, kissing and cuddling. I was soft but still inside Karen. She suddenly giggled. "Isn't this a standard clich‚? The secretary and the boss check into a hotel and have an affair?"

"I think we did it backwards, Karen. Usually the secretary and the boss have an affair, one of their spouses finds out, and THEN a building falls on them!" We both laughed, and I felt myself slip out of her vagina.

"I guess we'd better get cleaned up. I'm leaking all kinds of stuff. Can you grab us a couple of towels to wipe up the mess we made?" Karen asked.

"Why don't we just recycle everything?" I asked.

Karen stared at me. "Recycle? You surely don't mean . . ." I nodded. "You DO!" She said. "Chris tried to get me to do that to him, but I was brought up to think that it was dirty! How could I? . . ."

"How about I go first?" I volunteered.

Karen looked incredulous. "You mean put your mouth on my . . . down there? You couldn't! It smells! It would taste terrible! You're not serious!"

"Karen, when we were trapped, I tasted your pussy every time I sucked water from the tube. I know your taste, and you know mine. We just haven't tasted both of them together." 

Karen opened and closed her mouth several times as if she were starting to say something, then deciding not to. I leaned down and kissed her nipples. She gave a long sigh. "Well, what the hell! I've just become an adulterer. And a really satisfied one! Why not go all the way to debauchery and depravity? Can I change my mind if I can't stand the taste or smell?" I nodded. "Okay, then. But you go first since you volunteered!"

I kissed Karen, then slowly moved down her body, taking a few minutes to lick and suck her nipples and breasts. I tried to kiss her navel, but she was just too ticklish. Then I headed lower.

Karen was a woman who generated lots of lubrication. The smell of her fresh pussy juice got stronger and stronger as I approached her groin. It was different from Lori's, but no less appealing!

Karen tilted her head up and watched intently as I kissed her body down to the beginning of her pubic hair, then back and fourth between her thighs. I worked my way up the insides of her thighs beginning at her knees. Several minutes later I stopped and examined the pussy I'd gotten so familiar with several months before.

Her labia were plump, dark red, and swollen. Her sparkling juice covered everything, including her pubic hair. A shiny stream of my cum was dripping slowly out of her slightly open vagina and had formed a pool between her legs. I carefully began to lick and suck on her labia, dragging my tongue up her slit. I scooped up a mound of my cum and lots of her juice in the process. 

I moved back up Karen's body and I opened my mouth, showing her the cum and juice all over my tongue and lips. She looked apprehensive. "How can you . . . Doesn't it taste like . . . a toilet? That's your seed on your tongue! Doesn't it make you sick to . . . have it in your mouth?"

I swallowed only enough so that I could talk, but kept a pool of cum and juice in the front of my mouth, under my tongue. "I love the taste, Karen! It doesn't make me sick! It turns me on! Look! I'm getting hard!"

Karen looked down her body and saw my shiny penis slowly becoming erect once again. She shook her head in amazement. "I've always thought . . . Does it taste like it smells? It doesn't smell as bad as I thought it would!"

"It tastes sort of like it smells, but I'll let you decide if you're willing."

I leaned forward and moved my mouth closer to Karen's. When she didn't pull away, I began to kiss her lips. She pulled back suddenly and licked her lips. She nodded, and I kissed her again. This time she opened her mouth. Her tongue entered my mouth and touched the cum on my tongue. She jerked her tongue away, then put it back against mine.

I slowly pushed my tongue into Karen's mouth, and the pool of our combined fluids began to flow into her mouth. She moved her tongue and lips around, examining the taste and texture. Suddenly she giggled and pulled her mouth away from mine.

"I can't believe I'm doing this! I think I like the taste! And your seed is slippery and fun to move around on my tongue! Wait 'til I tell THIS to the priest!" She kissed me really hard, and giggled again. 

I said, "I've got to finish cleaning you up. Then it will be your turn. At least you've sampled the taste already!"

I moved back down to Karen's pussy and I began to lap up everything I could find. I sucked our juices out of her pubic hair. I licked and sucked on her labia. Then I began to run my tongue up and down her slit. I could feel her arousal beginning once again.

After several minutes, I moved my tongue in and out of Karen's vagina, and she began to move her hips so that I was pressing harder against her. Then I moved up and sucked on her clitoral hood. Karen let out a yelp, "EEEOW!"

"Did that hurt?"

"NO! Oh God, I can't believe you're doing this to me! I've never . . . It feels so good . . . "

I began to really make oral love to Karen, and she was soon grunting and moaning with every movement of my lips and tongue. Her vagina opened and closed several times, causing more of my cum to spill out of her. I lapped it up, then returned to the area around her clitoris.

Karen was getting so aroused that I knew I didn't need to stimulate her any additional way. She had laid her head back and was rubbing her breasts with both hands as I licked and kissed her pussy. I had trouble keeping up with the juice flowing out of her. Her vagina began to open and close more frequently, making little wet pops as it did so.

Karen started making her typical pre-orgasmic cries, so I kissed around her clitoris, slowly spiraling in until I was almost touching it. I blew gently on its hood, and Karen made a long, loud moan. Her clitoris came out, red, wet, and hard. I kissed it and sucked.

Karen clamped her legs around my head and shrieked. "EEEEEEEEEE!" I could feel her entire abdomen trembling against my mouth. I synchronized my sucking with her tremors, and Karen's hips rose off the bed. I pressed my tongue against her clitoris, and she shrieked again, "EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH!" 

I had to grab her legs to keep from being thrown off the bed. Karen's entire body was enveloped in her climax, and I could see tremors moving up her body from her groin to her neck. She was pinching and squeezing her own nipples as she shook. I gently rubbed my tongue back and forth across her clitoris, maintaining Karen at a peak as long as I could.

All at once she shoved my head away from her crotch. "ENOUGH! I can't take any more! AAAAAAH! OH GOD!" She trembled again. I watched as her orgasm slowly weakened. Pussy juice was flowing copiously out of her vagina, soaking the bed beneath her. 

As Karen's cries diminished, she pulled me up her body and held me full-length against her. Finally she kissed me, smearing her own pussy juice all over her own face. She giggled and I knew her orgasm was done. "Did I almost drown you?" She asked, then giggled again. "Your face is covered with my . . . secretions!"

She clung to me and talked between kisses. "I had no idea! Chris wanted to do that but I wouldn't let him! Wasn't I a ninny! Wow! From now on . . ."

"Don't forget you still have to clean me up!" I said.

"I haven't forgotten, but you'll have to teach me what to do. I wouldn't let Chris . . . Oh hell, I've been so damned prudish! All those wasted years!" Karen sat up and looked down at my full erection. "What do you want me to do?"

With a modicum of instruction and suggestions from me, Karen was soon licking, sucking, and kissing my sticky genitals. She sucked lovingly on my hairy balls. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft. She tried to suck the cum out of the head of my penis. I was soon grunting and groaning. 

Karen got a wicked grin on her face, and she suddenly began to take my penis into her mouth. She was sucking really hard, and when I hit the back of her throat, I shot my wad. She was surprised by the sudden mound of cum in her throat.

Karen choked and pulled her head back. She swallowed just as several ropes of cum struck her cheeks, nose, and chin. I almost laughed at the expression on her face.

I reached down with my fingers and pushed my cum onto Karen's lips, and she grinned and used her tongue to play with it in her mouth. When she finally swallowed, a good portion of her face was shiny with cum stains. She looked wonderful!




My Secretary Ch. 02



Karen grinned again and took my entire half-erect penis into her mouth. She licked and sucked, getting all of my cum. As I began to stiffen, she pulled her head back and looked at me. "If I had known . . . If I had just tried . . . You know, this is fun! And I had to be an adulterous, middle-aged woman before I discovered how much fun sex could be! The priest is going to have a coronary when I tell him about this!"

We laughed and clung to each other. Finally we were both calmed down. "I'm afraid I didn't do a very good job of cleaning you up, Karen! You're still dripping like an open faucet!" 

Karen laughed. "Let's take showers and move into my bed. I think your bed has had it!" 

We wiped ourselves off on the sheets. Karen got off my bed and began to walk toward the connecting doors. "I hope you're not planning to shower without me, Karen! I was hoping to scrub you!"

"I need my own soap, and stuff! But you don't get to clean me unless I can clean you, too!"

We climbed into her tub/shower, and things quickly became stimulating. I already knew Karen's nipples were sensitive, but my gently scrubbing her breasts soon had Karen making her little pre-orgasmic cries. When I slid my soapy hand between her legs, she began to tremble as she climaxed, and I had to hold her to keep her from falling. 

Karen returned the favor by gently scrubbing my penis and balls until I was hard. She stroked my penis, then stopped, then stroked again. She gave me her wicked grin as she teased me over and over without sending me into ejaculation. "I think I'll leave you like that, Bill! I'm not ready to fall asleep, yet!"

We quickly dried off and climbed into Karen's bed. I started to push her onto her back, but she resisted. "You're always telling people that I'm in charge. Well, I am! So lie on your back!"

I lay back, my penis sticking almost straight up, waving with the beat of my heart. Karen got between my legs, then leaned down and kissed my penis's purple head. She grinned, then squatted on top of me with my penis smashed between her pussy and my abdomen.

Karen began to rub herself against my penis. After a couple of minutes she began to make little moaning gasps, and I could feel my penis getting wet. A couple of minutes later I could feel that my penis was slipping between her wet labia, almost entering her at one end of her strokes, then bumping her clitoris at the other. Karen's nipples began to stick out, and her throat and chest got red.

Karen stopped for several seconds, then rubbed again, then stopped. She did this for several minutes, then lifted herself higher. My penis poked directly against her wet labia. I could feel the heat coming from her body against the tip of my penis. She adjusted the angle of her hips, and I slipped into her about an inch. She abruptly squatted down on me, forcing my penis completely into her.

Karen was taking short, fast breaths. She grinned at me. "This is one of my favorites! Chris always likes it too. Just relax!"

At first Karen just twisted and rubbed against me. She got more and more excited, and finally she gave her usual cry, "Oooh!" As she had a climax. I could see her abdomen twitching. She slowly calmed down. She repeated this several more times, coming to three or four additional orgasms, none spectacular, but all obviously pleasurable. Then she rested for a moment. She was very loose inside, and my penis was just sliding around in her. I was easily able to keep from ejaculating, even with her having climax after climax. "Now it's your turn!" She said. 

She began to squeeze my penis and move up and down on me. At first she moved slowly, but then she began to bounce on me faster than I thought she could possibly move. Obviously she knew how to do this! I watched, fascinated, as her breasts bounced up and down. Her nipples were dark red and poking out from enlarged areolae. As she began her pre-orgasmic cries, I moved my hips in time with her motions and she quickly had an explosive climax, complete with a loud scream, "AAAAAAAAAAH" Her entire body shook and twitched for fifteen or twenty seconds until she finally calmed down.

I almost came, but the earlier activity had drained me just enough. Karen was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her eyes opened as she slowly regained control of her body. "What does it take to get you off, Bill? I can feel you throbbing inside me!" She gasped.

I grinned at her and began to move my hips, moving my penis in and out of her. Karen and I were soon synchronized in our movements. Her stiff-nippled breasts were bouncing again. It was a fantastic sight! She had another, quick orgasm. Before she could calm down, I began to move in and out of her again. She squeezed her vagina on my penis in time with my thrusts. 

Before Karen had been almost upright, but she suddenly fell forward toward me and leaned on her arms. Her breasts were now swinging wildly in all directions as we fucked. I couldn't reach her nipples with my mouth, but I reached up with my hands and rubbed and pinched her nipples. Karen had a couple of quick orgasms, each more intense than the one before. We didn't stop fucking.

Karen's vagina clamped down on my penis in a continuous squeeze, and she began to move so that my penis was going in and out of her as fast as we could manage. She was moaning and grunting continuously, and this was too much for me. I felt heat and pressure building in my balls, and I suddenly ejaculated into her. "OOOOOOH!" I screamed. 

Karen responded to my climax, and she shrieked, "EEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!" And her entire body shook. But she continued her frantic fucking. I ejaculated several more times, each time accompanied by one of her loud shrieks. Suddenly she stopped her movements on my penis and pushed hard against me. I ejaculated one last time and she yelled, "AAAAAAH!"

Karen fell on me and I held her against me as her trembling body gradually calmed down. We fell asleep, exhausted, with Karen on top of me, my penis firmly locked inside her.

Perhaps an hour later I awoke as Karen got off me. I watched as she cupped her hand under her crotch and slipped quietly into the bathroom. I heard her urinate. Before the toilet had finished flushing, she was back on the bed. She began to suck my sticky and now flaccid penis.

I quickly became hard, and Karen climbed up and impaled herself on me. As she flopped down against me, I began to fuck her. "No, Bill!" She said. "We both need to sleep! But I want to fall asleep with you inside me - again!" She kissed me and was asleep in a couple of minutes. I drifted off too, enjoying the sensation of my penis throbbing inside her. Her juices continued to slowly drip into my pubic hair and down my thighs onto the bed. Her breasts and hard nipples, so different from Lori's, felt as if they belonged against me. We had truly become lovers.

The jarring buzzing of the clock radio jolted me awake. I had slipped out of Karen, and she was lying partially off me. We had our arms wrapped around each other and our legs were intertwined. In spite of our terrible morning breath, we kissed. It was 6:00 a.m.

We used a couple of towels to clean ourselves up, then called Room Service from our separate rooms to order breakfast. Then we shared a quick, intimate shower. Karen booted me out so that she could shave her legs. I watched, and this caused her to blush deeply. "Next you'll be watching me on the toilet! Doesn't a secretary get any privacy from her boss?" She muttered. We put on bathrobes just before our breakfasts arrived. We ate them together in Karen's room. I pulled off my robe. "Let's eat in the nude!" I said.

"Why, for heaven's sake? That's really . . . cheap!"

"Because we can. And because we're probably never going to get another chance to eat breakfast while we look at each other's bodies."

Karen shook her head, muttered something about bosses and secretaries that I didn't catch, then tossed her robe onto a chair. As we began to eat, I stared at her nipples, and when Karen saw where I was looking, her nipples began to become erect. "I can't believe you can do that to me just by looking!" She said. "I'm even getting wet!"

I took Karen's fork out of her hand so that I could feed her. Of course that meant I could touch her body as I did so! She giggled, and soon we were feeding each other, giggling and snickering like a couple of little kids. Well, I guess we were kids again, and somehow we had discovered the candy store.

As we were eating our toast, I dumped some grape jelly onto my hand. Before Karen could stop me, I smeared it all over her right breast. "Bill! Now I have to take another shower!" She complained. I reached over and smeared jelly over her left breast. Her nipples immediately got stiff and hard.

Karen laughed, and she smeared jelly all over my penis. Then we licked each other clean. As we became more and more aroused, our giggling stopped, and we kissed. Our hands touched and caressed each other's body. "Can we skip the first session?" I asked. "I want to stay here and make love to you!"

Karen pulled my hands off her and stood up. "Bill, we can't! It would be obvious that we were having an affair if we both came in late! We still have time to get cleaned up and get to our sessions. Even if we're a little late, people probably won't notice since we're not in the same session this time. But we've got to get cleaned up! And we've got to go!"

I followed Karen into the shower. It only took a couple of minutes to get clean, but we kept touching each other and getting more and more turned on. The soap squirted out of my hand and ended up at the back of the tub. Karen bent over to pick it up, and I could see her pink pussy lips in the hairy valley between her legs. The temptation was more than I could resist.

I pressed against Karen's behind and slid my penis into her, doggy style. Karen tried to straighten up, but I held one hand against her abdomen and the other against her back and kept her bent over. I began to fuck her.

"Bill, let me up! This is really low-class! Well brought-up people don't mate like dogs. This is . . . OH! OH!"

I had come part way out of her, and as I worked back in, my penis had rubbed her G-spot. After several more strokes, Karen stopped resisting. She was moaning with every stroke. She began to push back against my thrusts, twisting her hips so that my angle produced the most pleasure inside her. I reached forward and cupped her breasts with my hands. I squeezed her nipples between my fingers.

"I can't believe how incredible this feels! God! I never . . . Oh! I'm already starting to . . . Oh! Oh! AAAAAAH" 

Karen had a sudden, body-shuddering orgasm. I stayed still inside her, and as soon as she was no longer trembling, I began again. "Put your hands on the end of the tub, Karen, and lean on your arms."

She did as I suggested, and we were both soon grunting. The shower continued to beat down on my back. I ignored it, even though my hair was getting wet. As Karen began to climb to another orgasm, I slid my right hand from her breasts and gently but firmly rubbed her clitoris each time I felt the head of my penis press against her G-spot. Her arousal was so primitive and intense that I couldn't hold back. I felt my balls pull up tight and my penis filled with even more blood with each stroke. 

I held back as long as I could, but Karen's primal hip motions and grunting quickly overcame what little resistance I still had. I ejaculated four or five times. Karen clearly felt my cum as it entered her, and she screamed, "EEEEEEEEAAAAAH!" She shook so violently that I had trouble holding us up. 

Karen's trembling legs were no longer supporting her, and rather than let my penis come out of her, I lowered the two of us to the bottom of the tub. Karen was on her knees, and I was about three-quarters of the way inside her as my final shot of seminal fluid splashed into her body. 

Karen let out a loud moan, "UUUUUUNH!" She shuddered, then collapsed down onto her side. I had to pull out to avoid having my penis injured. I covered her body with mine, my penis against her leg, somehow keeping the shower from getting her hair wet. I could smell the sharp odor of Karen's urine. She lay in the bottom of the tub, trembling and gasping for breath. Her legs jerked every few seconds and she made funny little sounds of pleasure. 

We lay together in the tub for several minutes. Finally Karen spoke. "I thought our doing it in the missionary position was unbelievable. Then when I was on top of you, I reached an even better climax. Until we just did this, I thought I'd been to the top of the mountain. Now I wonder how much higher I can go! I even lost control of my bladder this time! Now that's never happened to me before!"

I helped Karen to her feet. Her legs were still unsteady, but I held her against me and we kissed. "Thank you, Karen!" I said. "You saved my life in the building, and now you've given me back my libido." We clung to each other for several minutes, letting the water run down our bodies.

It was after 8:30 when we finally began to dry off. I returned to my room and was ready to go by 9:00. Karin was putting on her makeup when I walked back into her room. She was only wearing a bra and panties. As she worked on her face, I reached around her and began to rub her breasts through her bra. "Stop that!" She cried. "We really don't have time! You check out and go to your session. I'll get to mine in a few minutes."

"Okay, Karen. I'll see you later when our groups come back together." I kissed her and fondled her breasts one more time, and she returned to her makeup. She looked at herself in the mirror, then frowned, and I heard her mutter under her breath.

"What's the problem? You look fantastic!"

"That's the problem, Bill! Anybody who takes a good look at my face - particularly my eyes - will know that I've been having sex all night! Haven't you ever seen a woman with 'The Look?'"

I took a good look at Karen, and she was absolutely correct. There was a glow about her that proclaimed, "I just got laid!" Even her gentle smile gave her away. I kissed her again and left the room. What could I possibly say? I looked in a mirror, and I didn't think my own face would give anything away, although I did look different from the way I usually did. Satisfied? Sated? Something like that.

I checked my bag with the bellhops, paid my bill at the desk, and arrived at my session at 9:20. Lots of people were late and they were just getting started. Several department heads came in after me, and my late arrival went virtually unnoticed. I looked around and wondered how many other department heads had spent the night in bed with their secretaries. Several of the men looked really tired! 

After an hour or so discussing "boss" topics, we rejoined our secretaries at 11:15 for a session where we worked together to solve several problems presented by the moderator. I almost laughed aloud when I saw Karen. "Karen, what's with the sunglasses? We're indoors!" I said loudly so that everyone could hear.

"I must have rubbed something into my eyes during the night, Bill." She said, loudly enough for everyone near us to hear. "They're so red and irritated I didn't want anyone to see them." Then she whispered to me, "I decided that looking silly in shades was better than the alternative." Karen's solution was brilliant. The sunglasses grabbed everyone's attention, and the slight puffiness of her face and the special look around her mouth went unnoticed.

We separated into boss-secretary teams. As the two of us worked quietly together on the problem, we managed to share a few intimate thoughts. "I'm wearing a tampon because stuff kept dripping out of me!" Karen whispered.

"My penis is sore. But I'm getting hard anyway just talking to you!"

Karen blushed. "My whole crotch is bruised. And I'm getting wet and my nipples are hard. I feel like I'm back in high school when I had a crush on my history teacher!"

"Did any of the other women have 'The Look?'"

Karen grinned. "At least three of them, not counting Doreen who makes no secret of her affair! Look at those two sitting near Amanda! They haven't talked much, and they keep making little sounds as they breathe! They're also making dreamy eyes at their bosses. But I think we fooled them! My nipples don't show through this bra, and as long as you don't stand up, I don't think anyone else will notice that you're erect!" 

A few minutes later Karen remarked under her breath, "I can't believe I told you all that! Maybe it's because we were such good friends before we . . . I've never talked about stuff like this with Chris!"

"Maybe you should." I whispered. "Maybe I should be as open with Lori."

In reply Karen pressed her thigh against mine. I felt my heart go faster and I took in several rapid breaths. I was both relieved and disappointed when she pulled her leg away. My face felt hot. It was several minutes before I was able to speak.

We were seated together at the luncheon. We were tempted to touch each other under the table, but we were careful. I overheard several whispered comments about other boss-secretary pairs whose hands were obviously under the table. If anyone suspected Karen and me, they were disappointed by our conduct.

The workshop finished at mid-afternoon, and we made the long drive back to campus. During part of the trip, Karen and I were again sitting together in the back seat. Even though we were incredibly tired, we were both intensely aroused. When we occasionally touched each other, it felt as if an electric spark shot between us. My penis would tent my pants and I could hear Karen's breathing change as she squirmed in her seat. 

I was tired when we got back that Friday evening, and Lori let me crash. By the next evening my penis was no longer sore, and Lori and I made love from about 11:00 to 2:00. Lori protested when I started cunnilingus right after I had ejaculated into her, but she soon had another orgasm as I tongued her pussy. Two orally-induced Lori- orgasms later and I was really hard again. Lori tried to roll over to end our lovemaking, but I entered her from the rear as she lay on her side. After we both climaxed, we fell asleep with my penis inside her and one of my arms around her, cuddling her large breasts.

In the morning I woke Lori by slipping my penis into her and moving in and out. "What's come over you, Bill? You haven't been like this since we were first married?"

"Are you complaining? Would you rather do something else?"

"No! But I'm just not used to . . . UNH! I'm going to cum again! OH! Do that again! AAAH! My God! AAAAAAAAAH!" Lori had her most violent orgasm in several years. She, like Karen, really liked me to make love to her from behind. Love? Was I in love with both women? How was that possible? I continued fucking Lori and we both came together, much too loudly, probably waking the kids. But for the first time since I had left the hospital, I had made love to Lori without dreaming I was inside Karen. 

Even though it was a school night, Lori and I made love again Sunday evening. And again every evening for the next several weeks, with long bouts of lovemaking on the weekends. We had clean sheets on the bed every night! Lori didn't complain about the extra laundry, but she blushed when I pointed that out to her! 

Then there was Karen. She and I had made love and slept together for more than twelve hours. I wondered if we would ever get another chance to be so intimate. It was almost impossible to ever have a really personal conversation at work, and going away together would only risk discovery. 

I now could visualize her entire body, even covered with her usual non-revealing clothes. Her dresses couldn't hide the shape of her hips and thighs, and I was certain I could see her breasts moving under her clothes. Whenever we talked, we stared deeply into each other's eyes. I was almost always erect when I was around her. She was so incredibly attractive! How could I have failed to notice her beauty for all those years?




My Secretary Ch. 02



More sex with Karen seemed to be an impossibility. However, one day several weeks after the workshop, Karen came into my office with some letters for me to sign. As she handed them to me she whispered, "In case you were worried, my period came right on time." 

"I wasn't worried, but thanks for telling me. But now I'm thinking about what we did, and I'm getting hard!" I whispered to her.

Karen grinned. "My nipples are stiff and I can feel my panties getting wet! I still feel like I did when I had a mad crush on one of my teachers in high school!" She whispered back. I turned to face her, and I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her. Karen felt it too, but she gently shook her head and stepped away. "Somebody could easily see us!" She said. She quickly left my office. 

About a month later, we managed a few words in the copying room as the copier loudly ka-chunked out something Karen was working on. "Chris doesn't know what hit him! We haven't had so much sex since our honeymoon! And he says he likes me being really noisy!" Karen whispered, and looked at me strangely concerned, probably about my being jealous.

"Lori, too! Even with the kids underfoot, we haven't been this active since the first year we were married!"

"It used to be difficult for us during my fertile days. We had to abstain since the Church won't let us use birth control. Now we switch to oral sex whenever we think I might get pregnant. The Church doesn't approve of that, either, but Chris really likes it! And when those days are past, the regular sex is even better!" Karen's concerned look had vanished and she suddenly blushed and looked away. I thought I knew what she was thinking.

"So you've introduced Chris to doggy-style?"

Karen turned scarlet! She nodded, but didn't look at me. "We did it so long Sunday morning that we would have missed Mass except the kids started banging on our bedroom door!" She whispered. "I just never imagined . . . " She left that thought unfinished.

We stood silently, looking at each other as the machine chugged on. "How about your priest? Did you confess everything?" I asked.

Karen's mouth rippled and I thought she was going to laugh. She quickly brought herself under control. "The first time I spent nearly twenty minutes in the confessional, and I thought he was going to have a stroke! Now I just confess the 'unnatural acts' Chris and I do, and it doesn't take as long. He's used to my sins. But I really shocked him with what you and I did! Particularly since I enjoyed it so much and didn't feel guilty!"

I stared into her eyes. "Do you regret it, Karen?"

She grinned. "Not for a minute! I just sometimes wish we could . . ."

The thought went unfinished as well because we heard someone else coming into the room. But I understood. I began shuffling papers while Karen waited for her job to finish. "I just sometimes wish we could do the same thing, Karen!" I thought to myself. But how?

Concluded in Chapter 3.



My Secretary Ch. 03



My Secretary Ch. 03: Licking in Lust

Karen and I had survived a building falling on us by fingering each other to orgasm after orgasm ("My Secretary Ch. 01: Survival by Lust"), and several months later had managed to make love for a single night ("My Secretary Ch. 02: Workshop in Lust"). Our mutual sexual attraction continued to get stronger, although we had not managed to do more than steal an occasional kiss. In spite of our overwhelmingly intense lust for each other, our love of our spouses and desire to protect our families kept us from doing anything dangerously reckless for several months. 

Then I had a really bad week as department head. I had dealt with faculty disputes, student complaints, and administrative headaches all week. By Friday afternoon I was practically snarling at everyone, including Karen. By 4:30 I was alone in my office, finishing the week's paperwork, and muttering angrily to myself. I heard a noise and looked up as Karen came into my office and gently closed the door.

As I stared at her in my puzzlement, Karen walked around behind me, took hold of my chair, and rolled me away from my desk. Then she pulled her dress up to her waist, squatted down, and slipped under my desk into the opening where my legs went. She pulled her panties off, giving me a great beaver shot. "Don't just sit there like a dummy!" She said. "Move back up or someone will figure out that I'm under here! We're going to act out another clich‚!"

I rolled my chair forward, and Karen reached up and undid my pants. I lifted my hips off the seat, and she quickly pulled my pants and underpants down to my ankles. My penis stood at attention. "If someone comes in, signal me, and I'll stop. But you've had a terrible week, and the least I can do is give you some relief! In case you wondered, I took off my pantyhose before I came in here." She began to rub and suck on my penis. I felt an immediate, intense burst of pleasure explode from my genitals and begin to expand outward into my body.

At the same time Karen unfolded a small towel she had concealed in her hand. She put the towel on the floor under her crotch, and she began to masturbate. I had never seen a woman do it before! This new intimacy between us caused a flood of emotion inside me, completely wiping out the last vestiges of my irritation and anger caused by my difficult week.

Karen's visual and physical stimulation quickly brought me close to ejaculation, and tiny moans slipped from my mouth as my legs tightened. She stopped sucking and touching me, but she continuing her own stimulation. I muttered, "Oh, shit!" as the sensations left me hanging. The rapid pounding of my heart was visible in the throbbing of my dark and engorged penis as my excitement slowly and painfully began to subside. 

I reached a hand under the desk so that I could finish myself, but Karen gave my balls a sharp squeeze that hurt so much it made me gasp, and she shook her head. I stared under my desk and watched her fingers, now slippery and wet, moving in her pubic hair. In less than a minute she began to grunt, and I could see her fingers rapidly rubbing her clitoris. She began to suck and fondle me again, and the pain of getting to close and then stopping quickly became a geyser of intense pleasure.

Fortunately nobody came in. Within a couple of minutes I moaned loudly and jerked both my legs off the floor. I ejaculated directly into Karen's mouth several times, each time nearly blacking out with the intensity of the sensations. She swallowed my cum, then groaned and trembled as her own self-induced orgasm overwhelmed her. She never took her mouth off my penis. The vibrations she made against my penis as she groaned caused me to shoot a final, unexpected wad onto her tongue. For a long time we trembled against each other, physically connected only by my penis and balls to her mouth and fingers. 

As soon as she calmed down, Karen sucked and licked every drop of cum from my penis. Clearly she had been practicing on Chris! She pushed my pants back up, and I was soon almost presentable. She was still giving me beaver shots, but the beaver was now soaking wet, I watched her wet labia slowly pulse and swell as she gently continued to rub herself. 

Karen used her little towel to clean herself off. She wadded her panties into her hand, and pulled her skirt back down, then quietly asked, "Is the coast clear? Can I come out?"    I nodded, and as soon as I moved my chair away from the desk, Karen slipped out and stood up. She handed me her towel. "Just a little souvenir, boss!" She said. She grinned at me and left. The towel was sticky with her juices, and I pressed my face against it and inhaled. The fresh, powerful aroma of her pussy brought back so many memories of making love to her in the hotel!

I heard a noise at the door and quickly pulled the towel away from my face, afraid somebody would see me. I need not have worried. Karen was standing in the doorway grinning at me! She held up her panties and waved them, then left for the day. I put the towel in a plastic bag and concealed it in my desk. For several days - until her juices on the towel began to get rancid - I would take it out and become erect as I smelled her scent.

Monday morning we managed a few private moments together at my desk. "I think Lori would thank you if she knew what you had done on Friday, Karen!" I whispered. Karen looked really surprised for a few seconds, then blushed deeply. 

"Chris was surprised, too!" She said quietly. "I didn't know that fooling around with you would make my sex life better at home!" 

"I don't think that's the conventional wisdom. Is extramarital sex supposed to improve the marriage? It seems to have done so for both of ours!" I replied.

I mouthed a kiss in the air, and she did the same. "Watching you get yourself off . . . That was incredible! You were so . . . open with me, so . . . completely unashamed!" I whispered.

Karen blushed and her eyes got very dark. "I'd never done it in front of anyone before. The next night I did it while Chris watched and he . . . " Her face got even darker! I grinned at her. "He rubbed himself and shot his seed all over me! I can't believe I'm telling you this!"

"We don't really have any secrets from each other, do we Karen? Thanks to you I'm learning to be just as open with Lori."

We stared at each other for a couple of minutes. We could tell from each others eyes that we were both getting intensely aroused. Blotchy red areas began to appear on Karen's face, and her breathing became fast and shallow. Abruptly she turned away. "This is almost too much! I'm so incredibly turned on . . . " She walked rapidly out of my office. 

Unfortunately Karen's desk did not have a sufficiently large space under it for me to be able to return the favor. So I used my department head's authority, and I placed an order for new furniture for her office. I already know what she wanted, and I decided that the departmental budget could stand the expense. I also had another motive, of course!

Karen's furniture arrived three weeks later. She was delighted, and she spent most of the day rearranging her materials in her new, more spacious desk. Near the end of the day I slipped into her office. I held my finger to my lips.

"Nobody saw me come in, and I nobody will think anything about my leaving in a few minutes. It's time to christen your desk!" I whispered as I grabbed her chair and pulled her away from her desk. Then I undid my pants, pulled them and my underpants down to my socks, and slipped into the space in front of her. Karen began to giggle as she rolled her chair back into position. She had taken her shoes off for comfort, and I pushed them aside. 

I reached up and pushed Karen's dress up her legs to her waist. Then I pulled her pantyhose and panties down her legs and completely off. With her legs spread apart I could see her labia beginning to open, slowly erupting from her forest of thick, dark pubic hair. I had brought two small towels, and I pushed one under her bare bottom to protect her chair. She was really giggling now, and her face was red. "Bill! What if someone comes in! This is a busy office, and the day's not over yet!" She whispered. But she slid herself forward, and I leaned up, pulled her dress over my head, and began to slowly kiss and lick my way up her thighs. 

I could smell Karen's arousal long before I reached her now fully visible pussy. Twice people came in - including a student - and I stopped while she dealt with them. As soon as I began to lick and suck on her labia, I could feel Karen starting to lose control. I began to beat off, with my second towel ready to receive my cum. I had just begun to tongue her clitoris when another member of the faculty came in and I stopped. I could feel Karen fighting to regain control. Her labia were actually twitching as I stared at them! The sight was so erotic I had to remove my hand from my penis to prevent my own climax.

"Karen, have you seen Bill? I need to ask him something."

"Well I'm sure he's around here somewhere, Harry! Have you tried the men's room?" Karen's voice was a little husky and I could see the muscles in her legs tense and relax as she squirmed in her chair.

"I'll check there, but just in case, if you see him, will you please tell him I'm looking for him? Thanks!"

"Oh! Bill! He's gone! For God's sake, don't leave me hanging!"

I soon brought Karen to orgasm. She managed to keep her vocal expression to a stifled grunt. As she regained her composure, I began licking her again. She quickly came again, this time with a little cry. Her body trembled, and her thighs squeezed my head. I didn't let her recover and immediately started pushing my tongue into her.

Karen's third orgasm was so intense that her sudden cry brought another member of the faculty into her office to see what was wrong. It also caused me to ejaculate, powerfully and repeatedly, which I did into the towel. "Are you okay, Karen?" He asked. Apparently the intruder couldn't hear the wet, smacking sounds coming from her pussy, or the squish as my cum splashed into my towel. If he stayed very long, I knew he would eventually smell everything, and I silently urged her to get rid of him. 

Karen was still trembling and shaking. "Just some gas pains or something, Mike. I'll probably go to the restroom in a minute. Thanks for checking on me." Mike left after expressing his concern once more. I had been holding my breath, and as he walked from the room I released it directly onto her crotch, She jumped and made another little cry as her pussy suddenly became chilled. 

Under Karen's dress the aroma of her pussy and my cum was so strong that I was afraid that Mike - or anyone else who came in - would smell it immediately! As I pulled my head away from Karen's crotch, she pressed the towel hard against herself, soaking up her abundant, sweet-tasting juice. I folded my cum into the other towel, then used the outside of the towel to wipe Karen's juices from my face.

I carefully redressed myself as best I could under Karen's desk, then waited for her to signal me that the coast was clear. With the towel still clamped between her thighs, Karen suddenly rolled away from her desk and whispered, "Okay, Bill! Get up now!"

I scrambled out, stood up. and rearranged my clothing. Karen giggled and pulled a tissue from her purse. She wiped my face, removing a spot of juice I had missed. Just as she finished Harry walked in. "Oh, there you are Bill! Hey, I have a question. Do you have a minute? Are you done with Karen?"

"Sure, Mike. Karen got me completely straightened out, and I think I've managed to lick her problems, too. Let's go back to my office. Oh Karen. Those two items I left here are yours to deal with as you think best." I was clearly referred to the two towels. One was still clamped between her thighs and the other was lying on the floor next to her panties and pantyhose.

"Sure, Bill! I think I'll just keep them in my desk drawer until I can decide how best to deal with them!"

Karen grinned at me and I went back to my office and talked to Harry. Karen stopped by later as she was getting ready to go home. "Thanks, Bill! I didn't expect to receive such a wonderful surprise!" Anyone overhearing her would think she was talking about her new desk, of course. "You certainly kissed my problems goodbye, and I'm glad you got a grip on yours as well" Then she whispered, "Here's a souvenir!" She reached out and dropped her panties into my hand. She had obviously smeared them with both my cum and her juices. They were dripping wet and stained! 

I whispered, "I wasn't sure how you'd react! I've never done myself before in front of anyone!"

"It really turned me on, Bill! Do it while Lori watches! Spray it onto her breasts! She'll love it when you lick it off!" I saw a flash of amusement on Karen's face as she quickly blushed. "Well, I guess now you know another of the things that Chris and I enjoy!"

Beginning that day, Karen and I managed to exchange "oral favors" every two or three weeks. After each time I went home and surprised Lori with my ardor. Karen whispered to me that Chris was also receiving the benefits of her regular office stimulation.

My term as department headman expired, and I was once again just a professor in the department. Karen and I still managed to give each other our oral treats on a regular basis. We had everything down to a science, and the risk of discovery was minuscule. But we didn't manage to actually make love again for more than five more years. 

One May afternoon Karen came into my office and put some papers on my desk, pretending that I was supposed to sign them. As we playacted, she whispered, "Sign up for the first and last committees for the departmental picnic. I've got an idea. But do it quickly before someone else does!"

She left my office, holding the papers I had "signed," and I walked down to the department workroom where the picnic sign-up sheet was located. There were over a dozen committees for the picnic, with between to and four blanks next to each one for people to volunteer. Karen had signed up in the first and last, and I added my name beside hers. This year we were going to a state park which was a reasonably short drive from campus.

We were the only two members on each of "our" committees. The first committee was responsible for getting to the state park early enough to occupy their large, covered, open-air pavilion. This was necessary since the park didn't take reservations, and the first group to arrive got to use the facility.

The second committee was the cleanup committee. It was responsible for making certain that we didn't leave any trash or valuables after the picnic. This committee - Karen and I - would be the last ones to leave. I was beginning to see her plan, and it was made more clear when she whispered, "If anyone volunteers to help us clean up, tell them we have everything under control! That's particularly important if they ask during the picnic, okay? We certainly don't want any help!" I grinned at her and she blushed. But I could see the excitement in her eyes, and I became rock-hard as she looked at me.

The picnic had nearly a hundred and fifty people attending - professors, students, and families. The state park was about an hour and a half from campus. The "Transportation Committee" organized rides and provided maps. Since Karen and I had to be the first ones to arrive, that meant we had to get to the park by 6:00 a.m. when it opened, even though the picnic didn't begin until Noon. What could Karen and I possibly do for six hours while we waited for everyone else?

Karen and Chris had a large van, and the night before the picnic the three of us removed all but the front two seats, and loaded the van with the nonperishable items. I drove over to their house at 4:00 a.m. on the day of the picnic, and Karen and I loaded all of the cold items that we were responsible for taking, including about half of the soft drinks. Another van was coming later with everything else. We drove away about 4:15. It was still dark. Karen was at the wheel.

Karen had to stop at a stop sign about a block from her house, and since nobody was around, I leaned over and kissed her. I started to slide my hands under her shirt to caress her breasts, but she pushed me away! "Bill! Even though we're way up high, people could see if my shirt was undone! Just wait!"

"I'll wait to grope your boobs, but nobody can look in and see whether or not you're wearing pants!" I reached down to Karen's waist and began to unfasten her jeans. She began to giggle and lifted her hips so that I could pull her pants and panties down to her ankles. I pulled her right foot free so that she could still use her foot on the pedals. 

I started to rub her furry pussy as I had done when we had been trapped. "Bill, there are paper napkins in the glove box. Grab a handful and put them under me! I don't want to leave a stain on the seat!" 

I pushed a thick pile of napkins between her thighs and under her bottom. Then I began to slide my fingers up and down her slit. At first Karen allowed me to do this, and she began to moan. Then she suddenly squeezed her thighs together. "You'll have to stop! I really want you to touch me, but the sensation's just too intense! If you do any more I'll run this van right off the road. And if I stop and park we'll never get to the park in time to be the first to arrive!"

"Would you like me to drive and finger you at the same time, Karen?" I asked in my most obliging tone.

"Hah! No way! You're not used to this big thing, and I'd want you to keep both your hands on the wheel! Just look - but don't touch - until we get to the park!"

As the sun slowly came up I could see more clearly, and I leaned over and stared at Karen's pussy. I even poked my nose down for a sniff. "This isn't fair!" She said. "You're still dressed!"

I pulled my pants and undershorts off. My penis bounced straight into the air. "Thanks, Karen! It was getting really uncomfortable! Would you like to check out my stick shift?"

Karen reached over and gave my penis a squeeze, then put her hand back onto the wheel. "Later! Hold that thought! We'll be at the park in another half hour!"

As we approached the park, Karen said, "Better help me get dressed again. They open in ten minutes." We were the only car waiting. Karen wiped her pussy with the napkins, then handed them to me. They were damp and smelled strongly of her. She smiled as I sniffed them - then sniffed them again.

I pulled our pants up, and when the ranger opened the gate, Karen drove us to his booth. She showed him her current, annual state park pass, and he asked if we were planning to use the big pavilion. Karen said yes, and she explained how many others would be coming. After warning us about the penalties for underage people drinking alcohol, he waved us through. Five minutes later we reached the pavilion.

Karen and I hauled most of the stuff out of her van. We spread things around, covering as many tables as we could. We put up some signs to indicate that we would be using the entire space. It was almost 6:30. Nobody was around. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "Okay, I waited. We're at the park. NOW can I rub your pussy?"

Karen smiled. "We have to stay close by so that nobody takes our stuff. And other people will be coming into the park any time now. So let's go sit in the van."

As soon as we climbed into the cab, Karen pulled her pants and panties down around her ankles. "You first, Bill. Hand me more napkins and then finger me like you did when we were trapped. I'll keep watch for other people. If anyone comes, they'll just see the two of us sitting in the van, okay?"

I pulled my pants down, too. There was nobody around, so we managed to kiss, each of us with a hand in the other's crotch. Karen was breathing hard already. I pushed more napkins under her pussy. I reached across her body, and I began to caress her vulva with my right hand. It was much easier to stimulate her when I could see her face - and pussy!




My Secretary Ch. 03



When Karen was really wet, I slipped first two - then three - fingers inside her and began to finger-fuck her. She was sitting upright in the cab of the van, looking around for other people, and I could see her pupils dilating with the intense pleasure I was giving her. She rolled the windows up to keep our noise inside the van, and she began to grunt loudly with each of my touches. I had found her G-spot. 

When I felt her little clitoris pop out from under its hood, I began to make a finger-snapping motion. My thumb moved one way across her clitoris, and my fingers inside her moved the opposite direction against her G-spot. Karen's leg muscles tightened and she lifted partway off the seat each time I did this.

At first I was making one "snap" every two or three seconds. I gradually increased the pace. At just a little faster than one snap every two seconds, Karen rose up and began to tremble. "AAAAAAAH!" She yelled and her body rippled in orgasm. After ten or fifteen seconds she sat down again. I let her recover than began where I had left off.

At just slower than one "snap" each second, Karen had another orgasm. This time she managed to bite off the scream and just let out a little yelp, but her whole body jumped and shook on the seat. I let her relax and took a look around. Karen was no longer paying any attention to what was outside the cab.

Once again I began where I had left off. Karen rose off the seat, arched her back, and shrieked, "EEEEEEEEEEAY!" I kept my fingers moving, and went faster and faster. Her body was shaking and her arms were flapping around. Her legs were trembling with tension. She was in a continual orgasm. 

I slowly increased my pace as she screamed, "EEEEE! EEEEEE!" over and over. Suddenly she grabbed my hand and yanked it out of her. "Enough! I really can't take any more! AAAAH! I'm still going! OOOOH!" She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them through her clothes. I watched her experience one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever seen. She squeezed her thighs tightly together and I saw a steady stream of her fluid flowing down her legs. I pressed a large wad of napkins between her angles to protect her panties, jeans, and shoes. I was barely in time. 

Karen finally leaned back and closed her eyes. Her body continued to tremble and jerk, but her orgasms were no longer so intense. I remembered to look around for other people, but we were still alone. In the distance I could see a car heading our way.

I left Karen in the cab, half-naked and still trembling. I pulled my pants up and climbed down out of the van. When they arrived and saw our stuff all over the tables, they ignored the signs and asked if they could use several of the tables. I told them that we were the advance party for a very large picnic. They were disappointed, but they knew of other places where they could set up, and they drove away. I climbed back into the cab.

The scent of Karen's pussy was so thick I could almost slice it. She was still half naked. She looked at me through passionate eyes. "Well, was that as good as in the building when we were trapped?" I asked. 

Karen smiled and leaned over to kiss me. "I can't believe you did that to me with just your fingers!" She said. "I couldn't get it to stop! It was . . . God, it was . . . " She smiled and closed her eyes. I thought she was going to fall asleep. Her breathing became slow and regular. I watched for other people as I stared at her face, now so full of post-orgasmic glow. Earlier I wrote that she wasn't really pretty. Well, at that moment she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Karen abruptly opened her eyes and reached over with both hands and began to fondle my penis through my pants. "Your turn to be the lookout!" She said. "I'm going to turn you inside out!" She quickly unfastened my pants, and in seconds we were both naked from the waist down.

Karen's eyes watched my face as she stroked my penis with her right hand as she had done for more than fifty hours. But her left was caressing and fondling my balls, and this made the experience much more intense. In a matter of minutes I felt myself preparing to ejaculate. Karen pressed firmly against the base of my shaft and stopped moving her hands.

I stopped playing lookout, and turned to Karen. She was grinning. "Almost got off, didn't you Bill? Maybe next time!" She waited for a minute or two, then began again.

I lost count of the number of times she got me close, then stopped. I was starting to twitch and jerk on the seat, and my balls were tight against my shaft as she gently rubbed them. "Make another careful check for other people, Bill!" Karen said quietly.

I looked in all directions, but we were completely alone. No cars or people were moving toward us. I felt her let go of my balls. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her rub her left hand in her crotch. Then she began to stroke my penis with her right hand.

Her left hand suddenly felt wet against my scrotum. She had moistened it with her pussy! Karen moved it down and rubbed between the base of my scrotum and my anus. I felt heat rising from deep within me. Then she began to rub my anus with her wet finger. I felt the pressure building. "Oh God! I'm coming! Oh! Oh! OOOH!" I screamed.

Karen leaned over and began to suck on the head of my penis. At the same time she pushed her finger all the way into my anus. I rose off the seat and ejaculated several times, fast. She swallowed my cum and kept sucking. Then I felt her massaging my prostate with her finger. My whole body jumped off the seat, and I ejaculated again. I screamed.

I began to calm down, and I thought I was done. Then Karen pressed my prostate and began to rub it again. Cum shot from my penis, and I screamed, louder than before. The sensations were the most intense yet! There was a roaring in my ears and I could barely hear myself! My whole being was centered on the incredible sensations spreading out from my groin.

Several more times Karen rubbed my prostate and got cum out of me long after I was positive there was no more inside. It felt as if I were having one continuous ejaculation. I closed my eyes and everything was spinning. I opened them, and I couldn't see anything except flashing colors of light. I felt myself shooting yet another wad as she rubbed deep inside me. Warmth spread from my groin over my body and I almost passed out.

When I became aware of my surroundings again, Karen was sucking the last cum from my half-erect penis, and I was gulping for air. She looked at me and said, "Chris taught me that! Now you owe him, too!" I nodded and kept trying to catch my breath.

My heart was pounding. As it gradually slowed to normal, I began to look around. I could see people starting to enter the park. "We'd better get cleaned up and out of the van, Karen. Here they come!"

Karen had cleaned me with her mouth, so I pulled my pants up and got out. Once again it wasn't our group, and I sent them away. I looked at my watch. It was almost 10:00. How the hell long had Karen strung out my climax? Wow!

I climbed back into the cab, and was overwhelmed by Karen's scent. She was still dabbing at her crotch with paper napkins. She laughed as I sniffed. "We'll leave the windows down and park the van in the sun. As soon as I get these napkins out of here, the smell will go away. We didn't get any on the seat!"

Karen was right. We started a fire in the fireplace and burned her piles of pussy- soaked napkins. I checked the van and her smell was nearly gone. Ten minutes later our group began to arrive. Lori arrived with our kids, and almost immediately Chris pulled up with his and Karen's brood. Karen had her sunglasses on, and once again that effectively concealed her just-fucked look from everyone. I couldn't believe that I could have experienced such a powerful climax and yet give no outward sign! Apparently nobody noticed anything out of the ordinary, but I felt different! There was a strange tingling feeling in my balls and a feeling of heat radiating from my half-erect penis. 

The picnic was going full blast by 12:30, and after eating, and games, and then more eating, people began to drift away around 4:00. Several groups of students were out exploring, and Lori wanted to leave. "Go ahead, Honey! I'll stay her with Karen until everyone is gone. Then we'll make certain everything is cleaned up and head home. But we can't leave until we know everyone is safe. I'll be back eventually. Maybe pretty late." Lori bundled the kids into our car and off she drove.

Chris left soon after. There were only two other cars remaining, with the drivers and riders somewhere in the nearby woods and meadows. "You stay here, Bill. I've been here before. There's something I want to check out." With that Karen disappeared into the woods.

Karen got back fifteen or twenty minutes later. She had a huge grin on her face, and she just nodded her head up and down when I asked her why. "You'll find out! Let's try to look busy when those kids finally get back. But let's not be standing together, okay? I want to press your body against mine, and they might see us!"

I was cleaning the same picnic table for the fifth or sixth time when our errant students finally appeared. They were excited and nervous. They said they had explored and seen lots of wildlife. They claimed that they were late because they had watched a pair of deer mating. Judging from the embarrassed expressions on the girls' faces, this story wasn't quite true. 

We still had soft drinks, and they each drank a couple, then headed for the nearby bathrooms. Karen turned to me and smiled. "I didn't have the heart to tell them that deer don't mate this time of year!" She said. "I think Suzi and Mary were each acting out the part of a doe, with those young bucks doing their part, too!" She giggled. "Check out the girls' faces when they come back!" I did, and Karen was right. Apparently both girls had enjoyed an exciting afternoon!

It was just after 6:30 when they drove away, leaving Karen and me alone. I quickly packed the few remaining items into the van. She crawled in, pulled out a couple of blankets and some towels, and locked up. She handed me the blankets. "Follow me, but be careful where you step!" She said.

Karen let me into the woods, across a couple of creeks, and into a dense thicket of undergrowth about eight feet high. After we pushed our way slowly through it, we came to an open area, perhaps fifteen feet across. It was completely private, surrounded by the thick undergrowth on all sides. Karen took the two blankets from me and spread them, one on top of the other. Then she tossed the towels next to them.

The next thing I knew Karen was in my arms and we were kissing. We quickly undressed each other, tossing our clothing into a pile on the ground. When we were completely naked, Karen said, "We have until 9:00 to get out of the park. That's when it closes. Let's not waste a minute! And I sucked every sperm I could out of your penis this morning, so there's no way you can knock me up!"

We were almost frantic with our lust. We made love in the missionary position. Then we did sixty-nine, something Karen had obviously learned from Chris! When I recovered, we did it doggy-style. Then more sixty-nine. Then Karen rode me as she had done in the hotel. Then we cleaned each other up with sixty-nine. Well, I got cleaned up, but Karen had several more orgasms when I began to clean her with my tongue, and we finally had to use a towel to get everything off her. I couldn't keep up with the volume of juices coming out of her! I hoped we were deep enough in the woods that the ranger didn't hear us! Karen was really loud, and I let out a couple of really good yells myself!

It was with incredible reluctance that we got dressed again. We had made love for two consecutive hours, but time was running out. We grabbed everything, and Karen led us back to the van. 

We quickly rinsed out the towel that Karen had used, then packed everything back in the van and headed for the gate. The ranger was waiting there for us. He winked and smiled as we drove out, then closed the gate behind us. It was almost 9:30. He clearly knew what we had been doing, but he probably thought we were married. Well we were - just not to each other!

We didn't get back to our homes until nearly midnight, thanks in part to a load of corn, spilled from a truck when its axle broke. We got lost driving on back roads as we tried to work our way around the obstruction, and our spouses believed this was the complete reason for our late arrival. Our "corny" excuse protected our secret.

It was twelve years ago that we were trapped together in the building. Karen is almost 50, and she's past menopause and no longer worries about getting pregnant. I'm pushing 60. We're both still working, but we haven't found a way to sneak away together since the picnic. Both Karen's and my children are grown, and we are enjoying much more sex, but only with our spouses! 

Of course we also manage our under-desk, oral sex with masturbation about once a week, each of us alternating being under the other's desk. Karen's prostate stimulation is a regular part of her cocksucking, and now Lori does it too. I'm never surprised to find that my prostate is in fine shape at my annual exams since I've been "checked" by my two women several times a month for the past seven years!

Karen's priest retired, and she's now breaking in a new priest during confession. He's counseled her about the evils of oral sex, particularly when it's extramarital. Of course she's ignored him! We both are hoping that she'll have to confess having "real" adulterous sex, soon, but the opportunity just hasn't come up. We're working on it, but we have no intention of hurting Chris or Lori by getting caught. Incredibly the sexual attraction that began in the ruins of our old building has continued to grow stronger, year after year.

Because the rest of the department believes we're too old to be sexual, it's been slightly easier to find ways to slip into each other's offices and enjoy brief hugs and kisses without fear of discovery. Arthritis makes it harder and harder to get under our desks and get back up again, but we manage! All of us - Chris, Karen, Lori, and I - are showing the inevitable effects of growing older. We've had a variety of surgeries, but so far nothing too serious. And I'm deeply in love with two women who keep my penis hard most of the time, in spite of my age! Who needs Viagra?

Chris and Lori have no idea that Karen and I have been physically intimate for all these years. Working together and being so open with each other has kept Karen and me at a nearly constant high level of arousal. When we haven't been able to release the sexual tensions at the office, we've taken them home to our spouses. Karen and I stoke the flames for eight hours each workday, and then Chris and Lori get to enjoy the resulting roaring fire!

Finally! Another chance! The department picnic is once again scheduled for our favorite state park. Karen and I are signed up for the same committees as before, and neither Chris nor Lori wants to attend since the kids are grown. We're hoping that we . . .  Excuse me. Karen just stepped into my office holding a couple of towels and licking her lips. Her face is covered with red blotches and her pupils are already dilated. I can feel myself getting hard. I have to stop typing. She's pulling my chair back and . . .