David Crane

Party wife

CHAPTER ONE

Jayne Morrison sat on the edge of the bed as she rolled her nylon stockings up her heavy thighs. She never wore tights. Her husband, Jonathon, hated tights. He said they made a woman look like a smooth-crotched, sexless doll – and the last thing that Jayne saw herself as was sexless. She was certainly right about that, as well. She was a gorgeous woman, often compared to the proverbial brick shithouse. Heavy hipped and large breasted, she had a narrow waist – the classic hourglass configuration.

She was naked now, but for the stockings and the black garter belt to which they would be strapped.

She was getting dressed for the office party. Jonathon came to the door of the bedroom and looked in. He was not particularly pleased that his lovely wife was going to a party without him, but he hadn't objected too strongly. It was simply a matter of office policy that the husbands and wives of the employees did not attend the annual party.

He trusted Jayne and wasn't troubled by the thought that she might get in to some hanky panky, he was simply a bit annoyed at having to spend the evening home alone.

He would have preferred to spend the night fucking and sucking with luscious Jayne.

They had only been married for a short time and she had only worked for the Benson Company for a few months, so this was the first office party she would be attending… and the first time she had gone out without Jonathon.

Now he stood at the door and regarded her as she rolled her nylons up her shapely thighs, slowly, as if caressing her legs in the process.

Jonathon grinned and took a deep breath. As usual, his cock began to quiver at the sight of Jayne.

It was a rare man, indeed, whose cock did not respond to the sight of Jayne.

If gold could rust, rusted sold would be the color of her hair, a thick, tawny mane that fell heavily to her shoulders, framing her sensual countenance in curls and coils.

Her eyes were amber, slightly tilted, cat-like. Her mouth was wide and full, her cheekbones high. When she tossed her head, her hair cascaded around her face. Jonathon always found that an erotic movement.

Her tits were large and firm, thrusting upright without need of support, capped by nipples as firm as bullets. She never wore a bra, nor did she need one. Jonathon rather wished she would wear a bra, tonight, since she would be unescorted, but he wasn't even sure if she owned one.

As long as she wore panties…

Thinking of panties, he let his eyes trail down to the part of her ripe body over which those panties would, in due course, be fitted.

Her pubic bush was the same rusty gold as her hair, a thick and luxurious tangle of curls. Her legs were slightly parted as she adjusted the stockings and Jonathon could see her crotch. Her pink slit was wet and open.

His cock hardened some more.

Her hips were wide and full, sweeping sharply in to her narrow waist at the top and flowing down to blend with her heavy thighs below. He could not see her ass at the moment, since she was sitting on it, but he knew full well how nicely the jutting cheeks thrust out like a shelf, and then cut sharply in to the backs of her thighs.

Jayne strapped the garters to the stockings. Looking up, she noticed her husband standing in the doorway, in an attentive attitude.

She smiled.

She arched her back slightly, so that her tits thrust out and her belly drew in. She didn't close her legs. Jayne liked to be admired. She was not vain nor narcissistic, but she had no false modesty – she knew that she was sexy and enjoyed the regard of a man's eyes.

Jonathon's eyes seemed to burn into her velvet flesh, like lasers, branding her.

Touched by his vision, responding to a visual caress, her nipples stiffened and extended and her pussy parted further, the slot filling with cunt juice.

She saw the bulge in the front of his slacks. She tossed her head in that way he always found so stimulating and erotic, smiling at him with her head tilted.

He looked at his watch.

Jayne had intended to take a taxi to the party. They had two cars, but she knew she might have a few drinks during the evening and did not want to risk driving home. Now she said, "If you were to drive me to the office, honey, it would save some time. I wouldn't have to leave so soon…"

"All right," he said.

He was a tall, lean, handsome fellow with casual brown hair and an athletic build. He also, as the lump in his trousers signified, had a whopper of a prick. Jayne had not exactly fallen in love with him because of the magnitude of his member, but she was certainly pleased that he possessed a big cock. It would have been frustrating as hell to fall in love with a man who had a tiny dick, she knew.

Her tongue licked across her lower, lip.

Jonathon advanced towards her, shoulders back, so that he seemed to be following his pelvis.

His prick was fully erect now, struggling to escape from the confines of his clothing.

He stood before her, grinning.

Jayne ran her hand up the inside of his leg.

"I thought I might have to spend the evening beating my meat," he said.

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Thinking of you at that party…"

That hint of jealousy thrilled her. She loved to know that her husband did not take her for granted – although she had never cheated on him.

"I was afraid you might take the opportunity to go out looking for a woman," she said.

"With a wife like you? Not likely."

Her hand slid up and cupped his bloated balls, squeezing gently. His cock pushed out like a sword, threatening to rip right through his pants.

"Still," she said. "It might be just as well if I empty your balls before I leave… just to be on the safe side. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, that's a good idea," he said.

Jayne unbuckled his belt.

She unbuttoned the top of his fly and then began to play with the zipper, drawing it down a few inches and then teasingly pulling it up again. But she drew it down a bit farther than she drew it up each time, so that little by little she was moving it towards the bottom.

Jonathon stood still, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed. He had begun to breath heavily and his face was taut with expectation.

His fly was wide open.

Jayne let his trousers drop to his feet. He wore white cotton shorts and the outline of his massive cock bulged against the material, a huge white mound stretching the elastic out from his waist and writhing just before her face. She gazed at that lump, licking her lips. Her eyes, too, were narrowed in expectation.

Jonathon stepped out of his pants, leaving them in a heap at his feet.

Jayne cupped his balls again, squeezing, thrilled at how bloated they were – at how full of spunk. She could feel the hard nuts jiggle inside the hairy sac. Jayne loved jism. She loved to see it spurt out from his cockhead, she loved to feel it on her hands, on her breasts, deep within her cunt or bubbling over her nimble tongue. She loved everything about cum – the taste, the texture, the creamy heat.

As she cupped his balls in one hand, she began to play with his cock with the other, caressing him through his cotton undershorts. Her fingers traced up the fat stalk and she fingered the bulging knob.

Jonathon moaned.

A dark, damp patch appeared on his under pants as the head of his prick began to bubble.

Jayne whimpered.

She pushed her tongue out and touched the pink tip against that damp spot, tasting his jism through the material, as if it were some rare sauce that must be strained through cotton to remove the impurities.

He placed a hand against her cheek.

Jayne ran her tongue up his tackle, starting at his balls and slurping up to the head.

Slipping her fingers under the elastic band, she drew his shorts out and down.

Freed, his prick loomed out.

It was at least nine inches long and quite thick. The knob was shaped like a mushroom, a dark purple at the moment, gorged by throbbing lust. The vein that ran up the underside of his shaft was as thick as her little finger, pulsing darkly where it merged into his big peckerhead. His cleft was gaping open and preliminary spunk bubbled there.

It made Jayne's mouth water.

She pulled his shorts down, leaning forward to do so. His cockhead rubbed against her cheek. She tugged them down his legs and he stepped out of them. She leaned back again, letting his dick glide along her neck.

She folded one hand around the root of his stalk and her tongue came out. She lapped up the oily delicacy that was oozing from his knob.

"Ooooh," she purred, as the delicious stuff tingled on her tastebuds.

She began to lick and suck all around the head and up and down the shaft. His cock was so heated that her saliva steamed on the hot flesh.

Jayne adored sucking cock and drinking cum.

Jonathon was well aware of that.

He said, "Suck me off, if you want, baby."

She hesitated, sorely tempted.

But they did not have a whole lot of time to spare and she knew that if she milked him off in her mouth, there would be no time to get him hard again for a fuck. Sucking him off was a true pleasure for both of them, but it was not an end in itself for Jayne. She always liked to follow a delicious mouthful with a thrilling cuntful. If she blew him now, without getting a fuck afterwards, she was going to be horny as hell all night. Although Jayne had never been unfaithful to her husband, and did not have the slightest intention of ever cheating on him, she was not naive. She was no fool to tempt fate. She would be spending the evening with a whole lot of horny men at the office, and they would all be losing their inhibitions as they swilled down the free booze. If she happened to be horny…

Well, there was no sense in taking a chance. Smiling demurely, she said, "I'll give you a nice long blow job when I get home. I'll probably be a bit tipsy and you know how horny – and hungry – I get when I've been drinking… and you can think about it while you wait. But right now I think we'd better have a fuck."

That was no hardship.

Jonathon reached down and began to knead her tits. The big nipples hardened in his palms. He squeezed the firm, velvet globes and pulled gently on the tips.

While he felt her tits, Jayne licked his prick some more, not taking it into her mouth – for she was afraid that once she got that tasty hunk of cockmeat into her mouth, she would be unable to stop sucking until she had milked it to the bone – but merely running her hot tongue all aver the head and flutter kissing the electrically sensitive area where the stalk spread out into the knob.

Then she leaned back, gazing up at him.

Jonathon nodded.

His cock was glowing.

Jayne dropped back on the bed, sideways, and drew her knees up, parting her lush thighs.

Her cunt was wide open.

The slit had widened into an oval and that pink slot was filled with cream. Her slit was stiff and throbbing.

Jonathon stared down at her crotch for a moment, loving the way her smooth flesh was framed by the black garter belt.

He knelt on the edge of the bed.

Jayne arched her slender back, hiking her hips up and angling to receive his cock.

He wrapped his hand around the base of his prick and aimed the head at her cunt.

He had caressed her tits but had not yet touched her pussy in the foreplay. He saw that it was not necessary. She was as hot and as wet as she could get, inspired by the taste of his prick and the expectation of what was to come.

Dipping down, he fitted his cockhead to her cunt.

He didn't enter her right away. He began to rub his knob up and down in her slot, caressing her cunt and clit with the tip.

"Oh! Fuck me, darling!" she moaned.

Jonathon grinned. He braced his knees and tensed his ass and then he ran the full length of his long, fat cock up her cunt hole with one long, fluid stroke.

The hot stalk pushed up the well-lubricated tunnel. His belly slapped hers and his balls swung in, whacking against her upthrust ass. Their pubic hair tangled together. Jayne squealed with joy at the sensation. Jonathon grunted as he whacked his dong home.

He held that full penetration for a long moment, savoring the joy of having every inch of his big cock sheathed in hot, wet, clinging pussy.

Jayne whimpered in ecstasy as she thrilled to the feeling of being chock-a-block full of fat pecker.

She began to move, rocking gently back and forth, her ass heaving up and her hips starting to pump like slow pistons so that, although her husband remained motionless, she had begun to fuck herself on his steady stalk.

Her cunt lips sucked at his prick and her hole worked like a velvet wringer, clinging and sucking along the length of his thick root.

Since he was not moving yet, she was not taking the full length of his cock in and out, but was merely sliding up and down on the first couple inches. Jonathon looked down, thrilled at the sight of his fat prick vanishing up her slit, reappearing – slippery with cunt juice – only to slip back up that tight slot to the root.

Her cunt felt like it was masturbating him inside her loins as the talented inner muscles worked on his stalk and sucked on his cockhead.

Jayne gurgled.

Her movements became more erratic, more impatient, as she urged him to start fucking into her. It was lovely to squirm around on his huge cock, but now she was ready to have that heavy load shoveled up her energetically.

Jonathon braced his knees on the edge of the mattress and steadied his ass and hips, preparing to begin fucking. Her body bowed back, arching to hint. Her face had become a mask of passion, eyes narrowed, lips parted, pink tongue slipping back and forth across her mouth. She clamped her lush thighs around his back and gripped him tightly, relaxed, then gripped again, foreshadowing the rhythm which she wanted him to use when he started balling her purposefully.

"Shove it up me, darling!" she cried. "Feed that hot prick to my cunt!"

Jonathon began to plow into her.

He drew back until only the head of his cock was buried in her gash, then slammed the whole fat wad home. She instantly fell into pace with his movements. Her thighs tightened over his ass as he rammed it in, then relaxed to allow him to draw out. Her belly heaved, meeting his thrust, then she twisted her hips from side to side as he pulled out, adding to the grinding friction as she rotated her creamy cunt around on his prick.

Jonathon reached down and cupped her shifting ass in both hands.

He lifted her loins as he spiked them.

They were fairly flying together by this time, fucking furiously. They knew that it was not going to be a long fuck, for they were both ready to come at any moment. His prick was steaming. The knob throbbed and pulsed and the thick shaft was swelling up, stuffing her full with cockmeat. Her cunt was creaming and her clit tingled as his stalk ran back and forth across it.

Heavy streamers of cunt juice flowed from her gash and ran down her crotch and seeped into the taut crack of her upthrust ass as she pumped away.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried in short, sharp gasps of pure passion. Then, as the thrill continued to build, the gasps blended into one sustained wail of unbridled lust. "Oooh…" she moaned, prolonging the sound, her tongue and lips passing it out while her eyelashes fluttered wildly.

"Unghhh!" Jonathon grunted, as he slammed the pork to her hard and fast. Then: "Ahhh…" as he drew the fat hunk back out, only to whack it home again.

He was shoveling it to her with total abandon now, the long, underslung strokes speeding up her hole in a furious tempo. His balls slapped against her, jamming into her crotch. Her thighs pulled and dragged. Long waves of release began to ripple across her belly.

"Coming… I'm coming…" she whimpered.

But Jonathon already knew that.

He could feel her cunt melting around his cock like a wax candle around a hard wick.

Her clit was working against his prick like a soft file, swollen and throbbing.

His big pecker swelled mightily as he thundered into her remorselessly.

Jayne shuddered.

Her eyes opened wide, as if she were amazed at the magnitude of the thrill that had seized her. Her whole ripe body began to tremble and vibrate.

Then he joined her at the peak, groaning low in his throat and then howling like a beast in torment.

His balls exploded.

The thick sap rushed up his prick in a creamy jet and poured into her cunt like a volcanic eruption. He shot as he plowed in, spilling his jism in the very depths of her loins. Then he pulled back and slammed in frantically, in time to pour his second creamy wad into the depths.

His cum mingled with her cunt juice and the combined oils pumped from her cunt as he pistoned in, forced out by his fat pump, soaking her crotch and his belly and spurting onto his balls as they jammed tight.

He spurted a third load into her, and yet a fourth.

Each time he shot up her, her cunt responded by pumping out another hot gush of cunt juice.

At last he was drained.

His cock was still stiff and he held steady, panting, while Jayne squirmed and writhed beneath him, working out the terminal spasms of her own orgasm.

She smiled up at him.

"Oh, that was lovely…" she purred.

Jonathon leaned down and kissed her on the lips, running his tongue into her mouth, then ducked lower and kissed each taut, vibrant nipple.

His prick was still hard as an iron bar, still buried up her flooded hole. Although he had just emptied his balls of a huge creamy load, they were already starting to swell up with a renewed charge.

Usually, when they both came quickly, as they just had, Jonathon was inclined to leave his cock inside her cunt, waiting for a few moments, and then starting to fuck a second time – a longer, slower, more leisurely but equally thrilling fuck culminated by a second heavy climax.

They were both highly sexed. A single fast fuck never satisfied them for long.

But there was no time now.

Regretfully, he looked at his watch.

Ruefully, he said, "Damn! I guess we'll have to take a rain check on seconds."

"I'm afraid so. But it won't be long… and remember, I promised you a lovely blow job when I get home."

That was not a promise that horny Jonathon was likely to forget.

He slowly pulled his dick out of her cunt.

Her cunt lips slurped on the departing slab of cockmeat, loath to give it up.

His cock came out stiff, then slowly started soften.

Vacated, her open pussy flooded with their mingled juices. When she stood up, her pussy squished moistly, causing her to giggle. His prick quivered, sinking down but quite ready to rise again, given the opportunity and the reason and the place to fit.

But there was not time.

He watched his sexy wife as she walked to the bathroom to mop up her creamy crotch. He put his pants on again. She came back to finish dressing. She sheathed her hot cunt in a pair of very brief, transparent panties, and Jonathon frowned for a moment. Why was she wearing such sexy panties to the party? he wondered. But then he grinned at his absurd suspicions. Jayne did not own any panties that were not sexy, he remembered. It was as simple as that. He felt a bit sheepish at having thought otherwise.

She wore a jade-green sheath dress that clung to the lush curves of her body. He could not help but notice that her stiff nipples made little points in the material and that it clung tightly at the back, so that the crack of her ass could be glimpsed as she moved.

But he trusted her.

He drove her to the office.

CHAPTER TWO

Although Jayne was not very late, the offices were already filled with merrymakers, well-dressed men and fashionable girls standing around with drinks in hand, a little formal as yet, a bit stiff and self-conscious – but that was a condition that would change once they had drained those glasses a few times and lost their inhibitions.

Jayne had been told that the Benson Company was famous for the annual office party and that even old man Benson himself was inclined to join in the festivities. If he'd had any hair, it could have been said that he let his hair down. So she was looking forward to the evening – and looking further towards the happy prospect of getting home, in due course, to find a delicious slab of cockmeat awaiting her.

Several young executives noticed her arrival and greeted her in friendly fashion.

She was surprised that they all not only knew her first name, but used it.

Someone handed her a martini.

She sipped it and giggled as she wondered what effect the gin and vermouth would have on her tastebuds, hoping they would not dull her appetite for Jonathon's prick. She decided that a nice snack of cockmeat and cum would be just the thing to complement the taste of a martini.

Anna Darwin wandered over to talk to Jayne.

Anna was a slender, dark-haired woman with flashing eyes and pert, upthrusting tits. She wore a silken dress that rustled around her pelvis as she moved and, like Jayne, she wore no bra. Her tit tips pressed twin points against the material. Her ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, sheathed in tight silk. She was a very popular girl, mainly because she fucked a lot. She claimed to be a woman's libber but had only a vague idea what that movement was all about, believing that mainly it meant that a woman had equal rights to orgasm and seduction. Those principles were well suited to her oversexed nature and thus she felt an obligation – as well as a desire – to screw any man that she could. Proud of her equality, she often boasted of her conquests. But she was so open and direct and artless, naive, really, that no one resented her behavior or her pride therein.

She said, "This is your first office party, isn't it, Jayne?" She smiled and tapped her teeth against the rim of her glass, regarding Jayne speculatively.

"Um-hum."

"You should have been here last year. Wow! It was really a blast."

"So I've heard."

"I hope it works out as good this year."

"Everyone seems a bit stiff so far."

Anna giggled.

"Oh, they'll loosen up once they've had a few drinks," she said. "And the looser a man gets, the stiffer his prick is liable to become."

Jayne blushed.

"I balled four guys last year… and that was before I got too drunk to remember. I think half a dozen others gang banged me, but I'm not sure."

"It doesn't seem to bother you."

"Of course not. A woman is entitled to get gang banged whenever she wants. That's a tenet of liberation."

"Oh," said Jayne.

Jayne considered herself a woman in the natural sense and, therefore, was not much interested in women's liberation, but she could see that there were certain advantages in the movement if you approached it the way that Anna did.

"But you aren't married, are you?" she said.

"Naw, nor likely to be. I play the field."

"But I am."

"So?"

"Well, a happily married woman can't very well go around getting gang banged."

"I don't see why not."

"Well, gee…"

"As long as your husband doesn't find out."

"I just wouldn't feel right about it."

"To each her own. You're faithful to your husband, huh? Is he faithful, too?"

"Oh, yes."

"Sounds boring."

Jayne smiled and shrugged.

"Aren't you going to screw a single man tonight?" Anna asked, looking distressed at the thought.

"Of course not!"

"Everyone will think you're a prude. And you won't get a raise, either. I got three raises last year, just for doing what I like to do, anyhow. The secret is to get your boss real horny by playing with his dick or showing him your pussy or something like that, and then you tell him you won't let him fuck you because, being so underpaid, you don't feel entitled to fuck a rich executive, it works every time, as long as you get him hot enough to begin with."

"Why, that's terrible!" Jayne exclaimed, but she was laughing as she said it.

"It works."

"It's almost like being a whore!"

"Yeah, I thought about that. But that's okay. I wouldn't mind being a whore, as far as that goes. If I wasn't an overpaid secretary, I'd probably be a high-priced whore. There isn't much difference."

"Are you really overpaid?"

"Well, considering that I can't type and can't take dictation or shorthand and never manage to get anything filed in the right place, I guess I'm very much overpaid for a secretary – but since I spread my legs for all the executives whenever they want a bit, I'm really underpaid – unless you take into consideration the fact that I love to fuck every bit as much as they do, or more. It all depends on how you look at it."

"You're incredible – you really are!" Anna smiled.

"Liberated," she said.

A young man that neither of them knew wandered over, drink in hand. He was good looking and casually dressed. Smiling, he stared at the girl's tits, his eyes moving back and forth as if unable to decide where to settle. Jayne's tits were larger, but both sets were firm and shapely and thrusting and capped by those stiff nipples.

"Hi, girls," he said. "I'm Andy."

"I'm Anna. This is Jayne."

"I was wondering if one of you sexy girls would like to stop by my office for a little while?"

Anna looked boldly at his crotch.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Errr… fucking, actually."

Jayne was blushing, but Anna grinned.

"You have your own office, huh?"

"Certainly."

"Gee, I'd like to go with you. But I'm only a lowly secretary… I wouldn't feel right about letting an executive screw me. Of course, if you were to have me transferred to your office, with a raise in pay…"

He thought about that.

He said, "I guess I could make you my office manager," he said. "You'd be my second in command… and you'd probably get a salary equal to mine."

"Golly! That's an offer I can't refuse."

He grinned. The front of his trousers had started to bulge and the bulge was throbbing.

"Shall we retire to the office, then?" Anna took his arm. Jayne was gaping, open mouthed and shocked.

Anna winked at her.

"A girl has to get ahead," she said.

"And give some head, too," Andy said.

"You're the boss," said Anna.

They walked off together, Anna's supple pelvis swaying more than walking demanded, her lithe hip brushing against his flank with every stride.

Jayne watched them leave the room. What an amazing girl! she thought. She's going to blow him and get a better position out of it! And that bulge in his pants had looked mighty tasty, too.

But Jayne would never do a thing like that…

As it turned out, Anna got a surprise. They went down the corridor a short distance and stopped beside the broom closet. Andy turned her to him, took her into his arms and kissed her on the lips. She could feel his hard-on grinding against her belly. Her lips parted eagerly and he slipped his hot tongue into her mouth. She met it with her own nimble tongue. Her lips sucked on it. When his tongue withdrew, her tongue followed, entering his mouth. They swapped tongues back and forth until they were both starting to pant. His cock was bucking like a bronco and her pussy had started to melt and flow. Cunt juice trickled down the insides of her soft thighs and pooled up in her parted slot.

Finally, she drew back. "Oh, let's go to your office!"

"We're already there."

"What?"

He nodded toward the broom closet.

"I don't get it," she said.

"I'm the janitor."

"The janitor!"

"Yeah. Janitors like to go to parties, too," said. "A janitor likes to fuck just as much as an executive."

"Oh, for crissake!"

Anna was tempted to slap his face and storm off.

But his cock did feel awfully big and hard and hot… and since she was already there with him…

Then he said just the right thing.

He said, "Of course, if you're too stuck up to screw a blue-collar worker."

"I am not!"

"If you're frigid…"

"Frigid! Why you lowly lout! Get in that broom closet. I'll show you who's frigid!"

Andy smiled.

They went into the closet.

Anna had never been fucked in a closet.

She had been fucked in beds, in automobiles, on floors, on blankets in the woods, in the bathtub, in the shower and, on one memorable occasion, in a meat locker, when she had traded her pussy for a side of beef with a horny butcher, but never once had she been balled in a closet.

The novelty added a certain charm to the setting.

It was a fairly large closet, as broom closets go, lighted by a low-watt bulb hanging on a cord from the ceiling. There were brooms and mops and buckets and a trolley all around, but there was plenty of room for fucking.

Andy was an efficient janitor and he was in his town element. He wasted no time.

He dropped his pants.

Anna's eyes gleamed.

His cock was stout and sturdy, the big purple peckerhead flaring as it loomed up before his belly. It was a blue-collar cock, not at all elegant or refined but gnarled and hard… no figurehead, this, but a practical and useful tool of his trade. It looked long enough to do service as a mop and hard enough to be used as a crowbar.

He grinned when he saw how interested she looked.

"Oh, my!" she said.

"Like it?"

"It's adorable. I haven't had a low-class prick in ages. I'd forgotten how lovely they were."

"Never screwed a janitor, huh?"

"Oh, yes. When I was a kid – that was before I was into women's liberation, by the way – I seduced the janitor at my school. But we didn't do it in the closet, we used the principal's office."

His cock began to thunder as he imagined her fucking when she was younger.

"Started young, huh?"

"Oh, my, yes. I started with my older brother…"

Images of incestuous dalliance caused Andy's dong to leap and lurch with need. He had always wanted to fuck his own sister, but she refused to let him – although she was willing to watch while he jerked off and, once, allowed him to shoot all over her plump young titties.

Anna looked at him coyly.

"Your prick looks so delicious…" she said. Her tongue glided along her lower lip. "Maybe I ought to suck you off, instead of fucking you…"

"What a good idea!"

"Would you like that?"

"I would love that."

"Will you give me a nice, hot, thick load of jism to drink? Ummm? Will you fill my mouth with cream?"

"Damned right!"

"Ooooh! I'm hungry for it…"

Andy pushed his hips forward, driving his pecker up and out. Anna squealed and slowly sank to her knees in front of him. His cock loomed up before her face and her eyes crossed as her vision turned upon the tasty tackle. She put her hands on his hips but didn't take him into her mouth right away. She was savoring the expectation and her mouth had begun to drool for a taste of prick.

Her tongue pushed out.

She licked and lapped at the air, inches from his cockhead, teasing him and letting her appetite build up.

Her lips parted.

Andy began to rub his peckerhead against her cheek and neck. His cock was like a mop her mouth a bucket. He worked the tip around in her face, running it over her little upturned nose, dipping it into her eye socket, dragging it down to her trembling chin.

The cleft was bubbling with preliminary spunk.

He used his prick like a paintbrush, whitewashing her face with jism, leaving a slippery trace of spunk down her cheek and into the corner of her mouth.

She saw the shadow they cast on the floor, her face and his prick linked in the erotic play of light and shade. She pushed her tongue out, seeing the shadow of that tongue move towards his cockhead.

Andy moaned with urgency.

Then Anna could delay no longer. As hot as the janitor was to get his dick sucked, she was every bit as hot to suck it. She wanted to drink his cum. Unlike Jayne, Anna never worried about giving a blow job without having a fuck directly afterwards, for she knew that there would always be a cock available to her. If she sucked one man off and he was unable to get a subsequent hard-on, it didn't matter to the lewd libber – for there was always another cock around the corner. At the office party, she could have her choice from a selection of some hundred peckers – and fully intended to have at least a dozen, breaking the record she had set the year before.

Usually, when she began to give head, Anna used her tongue at first, preparing the pecker, licking up and down and around the knob and lapping the man's balls a bit, before she took it in her mouth and commencing the sucking proper.

A preliminary tonguing always inspired the gentleman and, furthermore, worked her appetite up to a frenzied pitch. It got her taste buds tingling and her mouth watering so that by the time she got a mouthful of hot cockmeat she was truly ravenous for the feast.

But she was afraid to fool around with these preliminaries at the moment, for Andy's prick was already starting to flow with jism and it was throbbing and bucking alarmingly. She was afraid that he might shoot while she was licking his stalk and it would be heartbreaking to have his precious cum spurt over her shoulder and fall, wasted, to the closet floor. Of course, randy girl that she was, she could always lick it up from the floor, but she knew from long experience that cum never tasted as good secondhand as it did when she milked it hat and bubbling right out of the joystick.

So Anna did not delay.

She fitted her lips to the damp tip of his cock and slowly let them part around it, pushing her head down and taking his knob into her mouth.

Andy let out a long moan of pure pleasure as he felt her warm mouth envelop his desperate dick. He threw his head and shoulders back so that he could gaze down the arch of his torso and see what she was doing, thereby adding a visual thrill to the physical sensation. His eyes were glazed with lust. They narrowed as he looked down.

Anna had taken just the head of his prick into her mouth at first. She was sucking merrily away on that big, tasty slab of cockmeat. Her lips parted as they pulled on the purple wad and her nimble tongue was darting and fucking all over the succulent mouthful, dipping into the parted cleft, running around against the sensitive underside, curling behind the ledge. Her eyelids fluttered up and down. Her expression was distant as she gave her total concentration to the sucking which so greatly thrilled the oversexed nymph. Since she had only his cockhead in her face at the moment, he could see the long, thick shaft stretching out from his groin to her mouth.

"Ahhh… suck, baby," he groaned.

He placed his hand alongside her cheek, stroking gently, moving his fingertips down to the corner of her mouth so that he could feel her lips as they slurped on his prick.

Anna bobbed her head down.

Her compressed lips slid halfway down his stalk, drew back up, slowly, sucking through every precious inch, then ducked down again. She was taking a bit more of his cock into her mouth with each stroke, working slowly and steadily down toward his root. Her lips were turning almost inside out on the backstroke, so vigorously was she sucking, and her tongue had curled into a little pink carpet over which his fat dong could ride luxuriously as it pushed into her mouth.

Andy began to move his hips.

He was fucking into her mouth, meeting the rhythm that her bobbing head had created. As her face pushed down, he plowed in. As she sucked back up, he withdrew.

His cockhead lodged at the entrance to her throat.

Anna gasped.

Andy thought that was as far as he was going to be able to penetrate – that she could take no more dick. Several inches of fat shaft still remained outside her mouth.

But then the talented cocksucker opened her gullet like a sword swallower. When she came down on him again, she took his peckerhead right down her throat. Her lips pushed all the way down to the hilt of his prick. Her chin rubbed against his bloated balls and her cute little nose nestled in his pubic thicket.

Andy moaned, almost fainting at the tremendous sensation of having every bit of his thundering prick encased in her hot mouth and throat.

She began to move up and down faster now, taking every bit of his cock into her head with each downstroke, then drawing back until only the tip was clamped in her eager lips.

Her tongue crisscrossed back and forth, laying the surface of his knob and stalk. She was sucking so eagerly that she seemed to be inhaling his prick right down into her lungs. She wanted his cum every bit as much as he wanted to give it to her. She was parched for jism, ravenous for the creamy culmination of this cocksucking.

She whimpered.

In fact, she was saying, "Come… come… come in my mouth… give me your jism." But the words were indistinct as she mouthed them around his cockhead, coming out only as a whimper. Her meaning was perfectly clear, nevertheless – it was obvious that she war begging for his cum.

Andy began to fuck into her face at a faster tempo, his hips jolting in, his huge prong rocking and buffeting her sweet face as it surged down her throat.

He had both hands on the sides of her face now, holding her to him as he screwed in and out.

Anna ran her fingertips up the inside of his thigh and cupped his bloated balls, squeezing gently, as if she wished to pump the spunk out of his balls by the pressure. Her other hand moved around his flank. She began to run her fingers up the crack of his ass, then to slowly work her fingertip up inside his asshole.

Fairly starved for jism, she sucked furiously.

"Gonna… blow…" he groaned.

Anna already knew that. His balls were ballooning in her hand as they prepared to burst.

"Ummm… ummm…" she urged.

Her cheeks pulled on him, her lips slurped, her hot tongue darted crazily over his knob and shaft.

Andy gave a strangled gasp.

He poured his cum into her throat.

His first spurt came out so heavy that her head was jarred on the explosive shot. She gasped and gulped as her mouth filled up with spunk. But she gulped it down as fast as she could, drinking every drop in order to make room for more. He blew a second geyser into her throat, then a third, skimming over the roof of her mouth and looping along her arched tongue as it sped back into her gullet.

His load was so vast that even such an avid cum drinker as Anna could not manage to swallow it all. Heavy cream bubbled from her tightly clamped lips and a line of white jism ran down her chin.

She milked him dry.

She continued to suck until she was positive that she had slurped out every succulent drop from his cock and balls, while Andy, feeling hollow, slumped back against the closet wall in exhaustion. His chest heaved as he panted. Anna continued to milk away until his prick started to soften. Then she slowly drew her lips away and tilted her head back, smiling up at him with cum-smeared lips.

Her tongue slipped along her mouth, gathering up the errant drops of spunk.

Ducking in, she lapped up a heavy dollop that had escaped her lips and run down onto his hairy balls.

His cock started to sag, going up and down as it softened through the fat length, the head starting to droop like a weight on the end of a plumb line.

"Jesus!" he gasped. "That was the greatest blow job I've ever had!"

Anna licked her lips contentedly.

"Janitor jism is delicious," she said.

CHAPTER THREE

When Jonathon dropped Jayne off outside the offices of the Benson Company, he did not drive off immediately. Instead he watched his sexy wife walk into the building. Her sweet, juicy ass moved like a pendulum. At the doorway, she turned back to wave to him. Her tits, in profile, thrust put like fat shelves.

His cock shot straight up, pushing his pants up in a pillar that rose so high that the tip bumped against the rim of the steering wheel.

Then Jayne went into the building.

Jonathon sighed.

He looked ruefully down at his pecker.

Thank God I had a fuck before I drove her to the party, he thought. If I'm this hot and hard now, think what it would have been like if I hadn't poured a load of spunk into her sweet pussy before we left!

Even as it was, Jonathon was not sure that he could wait, ignoring his raging prick, until lame came home to give him the promised blow job.

He was damned well going to try, certainly but he was not too hopeful of success.

He thought that he might have to take his cock in hand and whack off a couple of times when he got home. He hated the idea, for it seemed a terrible shame to waste such a lovely load of jism on his hand when his wife had promised to drink it later – but it might be necessary. He felt as if his balls might explode otherwise.

He put the car in gear and started home.

Driving was complicated by the fact that his cock kept getting in the way, sticking up like an extra gear shift, demanding that he shift gears. He tried to ignore it. He drove slowly and cautiously.

Then he saw the hitchhiker.

It was a girl, young and pert and pretty. She was wearing cut-off jeans – cut off so high that they barely covered her crotch and were dragged up in a tight vee – and a white tee-shirt. She had long blonde hair and an adorable, pouting mouth. She was standing with one hip shot out, her thumb hooked up nonchalantly, her attitude and expression implying that she didn't really give a damn if he stopped or not – but that she was confident that he would.

Jonathon drove on past.

No, I mustn't, he thought.

That would just be asking for trouble.

He looked in the rear view mirror.

Her ass was taut and trim, packed into the very tight jeans. Her legs were smooth and supple and her tits were small, pear shaped and nubile as all hell.

Jonathon slammed the brakes on, hardly aware of what he was doing, stamping down automatically. The car rocked on its suspension. His cock thundered.

He put the car in reverse and backed up until he had come level with the girl.

"Want a lift?" he asked.

She looked in the window.

Her lip curled disdainfully.

"No," she said. "I always stand on the curb with my fucking thumb out when I don't want a lift."

"Oh," he said. "Errr…"

"Well? You want me to get in, or are you just window shopping?" she asked.

Jonathon was taken aback.

Then she smiled sweetly.

"Why, yes… get in…" he said.

She opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat. Her ass slid onto the leather of the bucket seat with a soft sound, like a caress. She closed the door. Jonathon was gaping at her. He knew he looked foolish and that she would probably think he was a dirty old man not that he was old, but she was young – but he couldn't help himself. His jaw was hanging open as if it were broken.

She scratched the inside of her thigh.

"You gonna drive, or what?"

"Oh… why, yes… of course."

Then she giggled.

"I don't know if you know it," she said, looking boldly at him.

"Know what?"

"You got a great big hard-on," said the sweet young thing, and she laughed merrily.

Embarrassed and confused, Jonathon started to drive down the street, keeping both hands clamped on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road.

"Not that I mind," she said. "A guy has a right to have a hard-on in his own car, huh?"

He mumbled. He was sweating.

"But tell me… did you have a hard-on already, or did it get hard when you saw me hitchhiking?"

He supposed it was a rhetorical question.

But she said, "Well?"

He saw that she expected an answer.

Then he thought: What the hell… why should I be embarrassed about it? Certainly not with a young tramp like this one… after all, she brought the subject up.

He said, "Actually, my cock was hard before I saw you. I was thinking about my wife."

"Oh. That why you stopped?"

"Huh?"

"Did you stop because you had a hard-on and you thought I might take care of it for you?"

"Certainly not!"

"Oh. That's a shame… because I would have."

My God! he thought. Is this girl for real?

She squirmed around in the bucket seat, getting comfortable. He thought that he could hear her pussy squish juicily as she rubbed her bottom on the leather, but he knew that might be just his aroused imagination.

He figured that he had better change the subject.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Oh, that don't matter… just so it ain't too far out of my way."

That threw him for a loss.

"What on earth do you mean?"

"Well, I ain't going anywhere in particular, is what I mean. Wherever you're going will be fine."

"But… why are you hitchhiking if you aren't going anywhere?" he asked, his head spinning around in confusion.

She shrugged.

"Got nothing else to do," she explained.

"Oh. I see. I guess…"

He wondered how he was going to get rid of her.

Then he wondered if he wanted to get rid of her.

He had never cheated an Jayne and didn't want to. But still, Jayne had gone off to the office party without him, leaving him with a huge hard-on… and it was her fault, and… and he was starting to rationalize. He didn't want to do anything with this young nymph… but his pecker sure did. He felt like a dinosaur, one of the big ones with two brains, one in the head and one in the tail. And the secondary brain in the head of his cock was urging movement of his loins.

He slid a sideways glance at her.

Her jeans were cut off so short that he could see a little wisp of curly pubic hair at the leghole. The blue denim was faded greatly and the crotch seemed to be darker… damp.

Her pert nipples stuck out, branding twin peaks into her white-cotton tee-shirt.

Jonathon clenched his teeth, determined to struggle against the unholy inspiration.

"Errr… what's your name?" he asked.

"Shirley," she said. "Shirley Tiddlewell."

"Well, hello, Shirley. I'm Jonathon…" He had started to mention his last name. Thinking better of that, he bit the word abruptly off.

"Hi," she said.

"I'm a bit puzzled about where to take you."

"Don't you know a parking spot?"

"That's not what I meant."

She frowned slightly. "You're married, huh?"

"Yes."

"Got to take that big hard-on home to your wife, I guess. Is that it?"

"Well… actually, no. My wife is at a party and I was going home alone."

Her eyes gleamed.

"To wait for her," he added, hastily. "You're faithful, huh?" she said, sounding distinctly disappointed at that idea.

"Of course."

"Too bad."

"I don't think so."

"Yeah. Well, I can understand it. A guy has to worry about his reputation, I guess. A girl, too, as far as that goes. That's why I like to hitchhike."

"I don't understand."

"Boy, are you ever dumb!"

Jonathon scowled. His dick lurched, motivated by that brain that moved his loins and did not respond to insults directed at his thinking brain.

"To save my reputation silly," she said.

"But how does hitchhiking do that? I should have thought it worked the other way around."

He was driving very slowly, heading towards home, not knowing where else to go since it mattered not at all to this remarkable nymphette.

He wished that he had not picked her up… almost.

She said, "Well, it's like this. I like to fool around with men, right? But if I fooled around with the guys at my school, I'd get a bad reputation. That's what happens to girls who fuck lots of guys, they get bad reputations. Well, I wouldn't want that to happen. I like to be respected. So instead of fooling around with guys I know, I go out hitchhiking so I can fool around with strangers. That way, everybody has a lot of fun and nobody's reputation suffers."

"I see."

"Clever, huh?"

"Do you… hitchhike very often?"

"Oh, yeah. Two or three times a week."

"And do you always get a lift with a man who wants to… err… fool around?"

"Oh, sure. I mean, not always. Sometimes I get picked up by an old guy, maybe, or a fairy, but when that happens I just get out and hitchhike back the other way and sooner or later I get lucky. Sometimes I feel like a yo-yo, but I always score in the end. The last time I went out hitchhiking I got screwed five times. That was pretty good, huh?"

Jonathon was sweating so profusely that his vision had started to blur. His hands were trembling on the steering wheel and his breath was coming fast and hard. He was panting like a steam engine.

His condition did not fail to register on Shirley, who enjoyed arousing gentlemen.

"And once I got picked up by a lesbian," she said, watching him to judge his reaction.

"What… what happened then?" he croaked.

"Oh, I let her eat me out," she said, matter-of-factly, grinning at Jonathon. "My God!" he gasped.

"It was fun, too – what a tongue she had!"

Jonathon could drive no longer. Sweat was pouring into his eyes, his hands were shaking on the steering wheel, his thigh was jumping spasmodically, driving his foot erratically against the gas pedal and his cock was rubbing against the rim of the steering wheel, interfering with its function.

He pulled over to the curb.

He intended to tell her to get out. He had every intention of doing just that. But he paused first, taking a deep breath, trying to control himself.

And Shirley supposed that he had stopped the car for a different reason.

What else would a girl like Shirley think?

She looked around.

They were parked on a city street. There was no one around, but it was still a fairly public place.

She said, "Gee… you're in that much of a hurry, huh? It'd be better if you stopped in the woods or down by the railroad tracks or something…"

"Out!" he rasped.

He closed his eyes. His temples were pulsing, as if they were recording the pulsation of his prick.

"Want me to take it out, huh?" she said. That's not what I meant, Jonathon thought. But for some reason he could not say it aloud.

"Well, okay," she said, agreeably. She leaned over and placed her hand on his thigh. His leg was jumping, the muscles leaping and jerking.

She moved her hand along his thigh, working up towards his swollen crotch.

She said, "We can't really screw right here on the street, you know. We might get caught and that would play hell with our reputations. But if you're so desperate to blow your wad, I'll give you a quick handjob, okay? Then we can go park somewhere more private and fuck…"

"Urkkk," he gasped. He knew it was a meaningless sound. He didn't, in fact, know what he had meant to say, anyhow.

Her hand drifted onto his bloated crotch. "Ummm," she said, impressed by the size and the heat and the hardness of his sex tackle.

Jonathon felt as if he were hypnotized. He was frozen, unable to react – except for his pecker, which was throbbing mightily as she stroked it through his pants.

She started to open his zipper.

Jonathon's eyes were closed. He was gasping like a fish out of water. Ho heard the rasp of his zipper as she drew it down. He knew that he was in no condition to turn her down, that he would be absolutely unable to tell her to desist.

He rationalized again.

If I let her give me a handjob, he reasoned, that will take the pressure off. Then I won't be tempted to fuck her… and a simple jerk-off isn't really being unfaithful to Jayne, not at all. I'm only letting this girl do it so that I won't commit adultery, really… that's only logical.

Her hand dipped into his fly.

She hauled his prick out.

"Oooooh!" she squealed, when she saw how huge his rigid and rock-hard cock was.

It stood up like a thick post, rooted in his crotch and rising as high as the hub of the steering wheel.

"What a prick!" she gasped, joyfully.

She wasn't touching it at the moment. She had retracted her hands and was simply gazing in fascination at the massive tool that she had released from the bondage of his trousers. Her eyes glowed and she licked her lips.

She shot a furtive glance around.

The street was still deserted.

She said, "Wow! Would I ever like to take that cock in my mouth and milk it off!"

Jonathon whimpered.

"But I guess I better not, not right here. You got your eyes closed and you won't be paying much attention to anything except what I'm doing and one of us had better keep a look out so we don't get caught."

She sighed.

"Still, sometimes it's kind of fun to jerk a guy off… I like to watch the cum spurt out of a cockhead. Then after I bring you off, we can go somewhere else where we can have some privacy for fucking and sucking, okay?"

Jonathon's vocal cords seemed to be as taut and as vibrant as his pecker. He could not speak.

Then Shirley fell eagerly to the task.

She curled up in the bucket seat, one leg under her, and bent over Jonathon's looming dong. She cupped his heavy balls in her left hand and folded her right hand around the root of his shaft. His cock was so fat that her delicate hand could barely span the breadth.

She began to pump up and down.

She moved slowly but steadily.

Her fist was lightly clenched so that her hand was just, skimming up and down his stalk, not gripping him tightly but working rhythmically as she built up the friction.

Her head was bent over his cockhead and she gazed in rapture at the huge handful she was manipulating.

From time-to-time she raised her face and looked furtively around, to make sure that no one was approaching, but for the most part she kept her fascinated eyes glued to the swollen head of his prick.

The cleft parted in his knob.

Thick white cream trickled out.

"Ooooh!" she whimpered when she saw that heavy flaw bubble out. She tightened her grip slightly, so that she was shifting his foreskin, feeling the iron-hard bar within the sheath that she pumped up and down.

The hot jism flowed down his prickhead and welled up against her forefinger and the web of her thumb.

"Ummm… shoot it out," she whispered. "Shoot all that lovely spunk out for me, baby…"

Her face hovered right over his cockhead. Her hand was flying up and down frantically now.

"Come… come… come…" she wailed.

Jonathon groaned. His heels drummed against the firewall and he hiked his ass up from the seat, arching his smoldering loins towards her.

"Cream for me!" she tried.

The whole head of his cock was covered with spunk by this time. It glistened, the white froth flowing over the purple knob and down onto her nimble hand. His balls had bloated like over-inflated balloons.

He rumbled deeply, then gasped.

His cum burst out in a geyser, a tremendous torrent of cream rising directly from his cockhead like a liquid tower. Her hand pushed down to the hilt of his stalk, drawing the skin back so that the head flared out and the spunk poured from that head in a volcanic eruption that rose up and splattered directly in her eager face. The jism splashed on her chin and glanced off her cheek. She dipped her head lower, letting the hot cream wash all over her face.

Her lips parted.

A second great spurt burst from his cock, jetting right into her open mouth.

Her tongue flicked out, lapping his scum up out of the air as it hosed her face.

She kept pumping steadily until, at last, he was drained and the flood ceased.

She looked around quickly, then ducked down and used her tongue to lap his cock clean, gathering up the slimy flood until his knob gleamed, clean as a bone. Then the horny little girl licked her lips and, bringing her cum-coated hand to her face, lapped his jism up from her fingers and palm.

"Yummy," she said.

Jonathon stared at her, overawed by the girl.

"I guess you'll be okay now… for a little while," she said, smiling at him.

"I… I think…"

"I think you better drive somewhere private, so we can have a fuck," said Shirley.

And, despite all his good intentions, Jonathon thought that was a good idea, too.

CHAPTER FOUR

"I… I don't know any parking spots," he said.

He almost said lover's lanes, but figured that was an outdated term and might cause her to think that he truly was a dirty old man of the first degree.

Shirley said, "Oh, I know plenty of them. I've been screwed in just about every private place in town, I guess. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so worried about my reputation, through. So I could go home with a guy, or go to a motel… I've never been fucked in a bed, you know?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mostly I get it in cars… sometimes, if the guy has a blanket and the weather is warm, we screw on the ground. But I'd sure like to do it in bed sometime."

Jonathon looked thoughtful.

Shirley was playing with her pussy. She had gotten hot as could be while she jerked him off and now she had her hand cupped to her crotch, squeezing her cunt through the blue denim, getting herself nice and juicy and ready.

Jonathon knew that it would be awkward, at best, to ball her in the bucket seats.

He came to a decision.

He said, "My wife is out for the evening. If you want me to take you back to my house."

"Gee, I don't know. You'll probably lose respect for me if I let you do that…"

"Certainly not."

"Or you might feel guilty about fucking me in your wife's bed, you think?"

"It's her own damn fault for going out and leaving me on my own," he said.

He had convinced himself of that, blaming his wife for his impending infidelity with nice logic.

"Okay," Shirley said brightly.

Jonathon started the car and headed for borne. Shirley played with her pussy all the way there, not trying to bring herself off, but merely getting it all nice and hot and creamy so that she would be all set when they arrived.

Jonathon could hear the moist sounds that her cunt made as she fondled it.

He wondered if Jayne was enjoying herself at the office party.

Jayne was, in fact, getting felt up at the party.

She was not exactly enjoying it, at the moment, but she didn't know what to do about it, because the man who was feeling her up was her boss, Reginald Harris, and she didn't want to damage her future career by angering him. Reginald was a big, handsome man, and, had she not been happily married, Jayne would not at all have minded if he wanted to feel her up, actually. But since she was a wife, and a faithful one, she found herself in a difficult position.

Harris had her backed into a corner.

He was chatting away, making casual conversation, but his hands were running down her flanks and across her hips and moving around to squeeze her taut, juicy ass.

He had a hard-on that was sticking out in his tweed trousers.

He grinned. He told her she was the sexiest women he had ever know. She tried to act demure, pushing him away and fending off his groping hands as best she could, without risking making him angry.

She tried to bring her husband's name into the conversation as a damper.

Harris would allow her no opportunity.

"Let's go into my office, Jayne," he suggested.

She laughed, pretending that she did not believe that he was serious, trying to make a joke of it.

He cupped her tit.

To her mortification, she felt her big nipple stiffen and expand in his hand.

"You like that, huh?" he said. "If… if I wasn't married…"

"Forget about that," he said. "This is a party. You're supposed to fool around at an office party."

"I'm not that sort of girl."

He scowled.

"What sort are you, then?"

"Why, I… I…"

"The sort that gets fired for being bitchy?"

Oh dear, thought Jayne.

She certainly didn't want to lose her job.

Anyhow, she thought, what was the harm an letting him touch her tits a little bit? Or stroke her ass? It wasn't really wicked, just a little fooling around like that… it wasn't like being unfaithful or anything. As long as he didn't try to reach up under her skirt.

As long as Jonathon never found out.

She wondered it Jonathon was sulking, or if he was eagerly waiting for her to come home.

She let Harris squeeze her tits.

It felt very nice, too, she realized – surprising herself by admitting it.

She felt a little guilty – more because she was enjoying it than because she was allowing it.

But then she thought: Well, it will just make me horny so that when I get home I'll give Jonathon a lovely blow job and a super fuck.

She wasn't unable to rationalize, herself… that gift was not limited to Jonathon.

But she did wish that something or someone would distract her boss and take the heat off her.

Where was Anna?

She wished that Anna would come and seduce Harris.

But she had not seen that girl for some time. Anna was still in the closet.

After she had milked the janitor's prick dry and licked it clean, randy Anna stood up. Andy was slumped against the wall, exhausted, all his vitality spilled out through his pecker, along with his spunk.

But Anna was not a girl who was willing to do a man a favor without a return in kind.

"Kneel down," she said.

"Huh?"

"I want to do a little janitoring, myself."

"What do you mean?"

She grinned wickedly.

"I want to mop your face," she said.

Andy looked puzzled for a moment. His eyes darted about as if he was afraid she meant it literally, that she intended to take up one of those big industrial-sized maps and start whacking it in his face. But he couldn't for the life of him understand why that should be. His face was clean. He had been very careful to wash himself thoroughly before coming to the party, removing every single janitorial stain. He had even cleaned his fingernails. Why should she want to mop him? If any face needed mopping, it was hers, for her mouth and chin had just been flooded by an overflow of jism – although she had lapped it all up, in fact, so that she was glistening clean and not a drop had been wasted.

Anna saw his bewilderment.

Janitors, she thought, were pretty dumb.

They had lovely, big, tasty pricks, but they were not too bright when it came to figuring things out. She grinned with a sudden thought. Maybe she had sucked his brains out along with his cum – there had certainly been enough creamy fluid to make that possible.

Then she showed him her mop.

She bent one knee, took the hem of her skirt in both hands, and very slowly lifted it up her thighs. Andy stared, starting to grin with realization. She drew her skirt up above her hips and pushed her belly out.

She wore no panties.

Anna seldom wore panties.

For one thing, no sooner had she put a pair on than, seeing an attractive man, she creamed in them. It was uncomfortable to have her crotch sheathed in damp pants – much better to let the cunt juice run down her thighs.

For another thing, she had often found it to her advantage to be able to accidentally give a fellow a glimpse of her pussy when she crossed her legs or bent over.

And most important of all, she enjoyed getting fucked by strange men while she was standing on a crowded streetcar or subway train. That often happened to Anna. A man would rub his hard dick against her ass or hip – she guessed that men of that persuasion were fairly common – and she would wink at him and he would just slip it up her. She really enjoyed that, standing there letting the motion of the train sway them about and bring them off. She enjoyed the thrill of getting dorked in the midst of an unsuspecting crowd.

Once a man had taken her out on a date and, cheap fellow, they had gone by public transport. Anna had held her date's hand and gazed lovingly into his eyes – while the man behind her fed her some prick. What a thrill that had been! Some day she hoped to do it in church. And the absence of underpants made it much easier. It was possible for a man to slip his cock into her crotch through the leghole of a pair of panties, certainly, but that meant pulling the crotchpiece aside and it was more awkward and less subtle.

So for all those reasons, Anna seldom sheathed her sexy loins in panties and she wore none now, as she pushed her pelvis out towards Andy and let him have an enlightening look at her pussy.

Her pubic thatch was dark and bushy and luxuriant, a curly wedge that stretched out towards her hipbones at the sides and sent a slender line of tresses up almost to her belly button at the top. Her hips were slim, her belly flat, but her cunt was a prominent mound, as if it had been slapped on as an after thought – as if natural selection, realizing that a slender girl with nymphomaniacal tendencies had been created, had fitted her lean pelvis with a cunt designed for a fat girl.

Andy looked fondly upon that snatch.

Anna saw that she was not going to have any trouble about mopping his face, for he had already started to run his tongue across his lips hungrily.

She tilted her loins and parted her thighs so that he could see her slit.

Her cunt was parted, the lips unfurled like the petals of a rosy blossom, the slot filled with cunt juice, the clit stiff and vibrant. Like her pubic thatch, her cunt itself was over-sized, a heavy-duty twat designed to stand up to plenty of vigorous use and the pounding of manifold cocks in succession.

She smiled at Andy, pleased at the interest he showed in her vital parts.

He gulped. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down and his brow glistened with perspiration – a damp sheen that, she thought, was badly in need of some mopping up.

She ran her hand up the inside of her thigh and slipped her fingers into her gash, running them along the slot and across her clit. She fondled and stroked her pussy getting it ready for his face and, as he watched, getting his face eager for it, as well.

Tilting her wrist, she slowly fingerfucked up into her hole with two fingers.

Andy sank to his knees and tilted his head back, like a beggar seeking alms.

She moved to him. Her slim thighs straddled his upturned face. She pushed her belly out. His tongue came out, too, lapping at the air.

Then Anna slowly bent her knees and lowered her creamy cunt down to his face.

He began to tongue her hole greedily.

She lowered herself more, clamping her twat over his face.

His tongue shot right up her smoldering hole and his lips came into play, sucking hungrily on her cunt lips and clit while he tongue-fucked her slot.

Cunt juice flowed from her, running in a thick, ivory stream down into his mouth and throat. He gulped it down ravenously and sucked for more. The precious cream dripped down his chin and bubbled on his lips. A few errant ribbons escaped his mouth and trickled down her slender thighs. Andy tilted his face to the side and used his tongue to gather these oily drops up, not wanting to waste any of the delicious nectar. He licked her thighs clean and then clamped his mouth to her tangy twat once more, opening his lips so wide this time that he had the whole thing in his mouth – so that no further cream could escape his greed.

Anna was rotating her pelvis from side to side and pushing her belly in and out as she mopped his face thoroughly.

His hands stroked her thighs, rubbed her flanks, then glided around to cup her taut ass, holding her crotch to his upturned face as if it were a carnal bawl from which he was drinking the creamy delight.

Her soft thighs tightened around his head, relaxed, tightened again. Each time those legs clamped over his face, he shot his hot tongue as far up her hole as it would go. As they loosened, his tongue curled back into his mouth, like a pliable spoon delivering a load of cunmt juice to his palate.

He had gone suck crazy.

Although he had eaten out plenty of pussy in his time, Andy had never before sucked one as juicy and as tasty as Anna's. He wondered, vaguely, if her cunt was so delicious because it had simmered so long and been basted in such a load of various gentlemen's jism. It seemed likely. It was far juicier than the run-of-the mill pussy and the flavor was sweet and spicy at the same time. She was always hot and her cunt had been steamed to a delicate, tender perfection through the years.

His cock began to rise again. But he was enjoying his tasty treat far too much to heed the demands of his dick, at the moment.

Anna began to moan and wail.

Her hips danced and her belly humped. She threw her bead back, twisting her face from side to side in a grimace of desire. She bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowed, her tits heaved as she gasped for breath.

Her cunt melted.

The thick pussy cream fairly poured from her, filling his mouth with the delicious nectar of lust and Andy gulped it down voraciously.

She swayed. She felt limp and her legs felt weak.

He sucked away, milking her to the dregs.

She slowly sank to the floor, her crotch drawing away from his face, and they knelt belly to belly. His cock, fully erect again, bumped against her belly.

She thought: I guess it's my turn to suck him off again, and she licked her lips at the thought.

But then she frowned, thinking: But if I do that, then I'll get randy again and he will have to eat me put and that will make him hot again and… and it could be a vicious circle. We might spend the whole evening alternating that way, sucking each other off in turn.

The idea was not unpleasant.

Far from it – there were few ways in which the oversexed girl would rather spend a night than sucking and being sucked in turn.

But this was a different occasion, for she did not want to miss out on the party. She had planned to fuck plenty of executives in the course of the evening, and it would be a shame to miss out on a chance for promotion and pay and a Guiness Book of Records entry for most cocks milked at an office party.

She decided that the only way to break the chain was for both of them to have a simultaneous orgasm.

"Let's fuck now," she whispered.

Andy grinned and nodded. His cock was pressing into her belly like a hot branding iron, stamping her with the design of his lust.

The mopping had been done – now it was time to get the plumbing done.

She rose up slightly. Andy dipped down, sitting back on his haunches so that his pecker slipped down from her belly, rustled through her pubic thatch and then jabbed into her sodden crotch.

Anna squirmed down upon it.

They needed no manual guidance. His cock was bolt upright and hard as a rock and her cunt was wet and open. She squirmed slowly onto it and went down until his prick was buried in her pussy to the hilt. They knelt face to face and belly to belly and thigh to thigh, linked by the coupling of his cock, fixed firmly at the loins.

Andy cupped her ass.

Anna folded her arms around his neck.

Looking into each other's eyes, they began to fuck with a slow, steady, grinding rhythm.

Her cunt sucked on him, pulling and stroking as the interior muscles came into play.

His mighty dong surged into the depths of her belly, so huge and tight fitting that she thought he must be rearranging her internal organs. It was so fat that she thought he might disjoint her hipbones, and so long that she would not have been surprised – nor displeased – to find the huge cockhead coming out of her mouth from her gullet.

They began to fuck faster.

They were so well fitted and his huge cock was so perfectly suited to her large cunt that, although the kneeling position was a bit awkward, they were fucking fluidly and easily as they worked towards the mutual delights of climax.

Her ass rolled from side to side. Her thighs lifted, then lowered. Andy poured the pork into her with short, sharp thrusts that ran across her clit as they plowed up into the depths of her womb.

She began to sob with unbridled lust, then to cry out aloud with unrestrained and abandoned sensation.

Growling savagely, Andy shot his wad up into her cunt as it pushed down and the moment she felt his hot jism gush into her, like a catalyst, her pussy began to melt. Her creamy cunt juice blended with his steaming spunk. The mingled oils poured down her thighs and soaked his bloated balls.

Time was suspended.

Their simultaneous orgasm seemed to last forever.

Then, at last, they were drained. They clung together, dazed and dazzled by their release.

The floor beneath then was soaking with cunt juice and jism. It was slippery. Anna smiled contentedly.

Andy will have to mop that up, she thought.

He was, after all, a janitor.

CHAPTER FIVE

Reginald Harris was nibbling on her ear and blowing his hot breath into the little shell and squeezing her fat tits, and Jayne was getting distinctly uncomfortable.

She was embarrassed, for one thing. There were other people in the room and it was not really proper to get felt up in public.

But what was really making her feel so uncomfortable was the fact that she was enjoying it!

She hated to admit it, but it was true.

Harris was turning her on.

She was a little tipsy, she thought. That was the reason for it. Sober, she would certainly not have started to enjoy his sordid groping. But although it was a reason, it was hardly an excuse. She felt rather cheap.

But other couples were starting to grope and pant together. She was not alone in this.

No wonder the Benson Company office party was so eagerly awaited by the employees!

And what could she do? Harris was her boss – she didn't want to make him angry. And everyone was fooling around – she didn't want to be thought a prude.

As long as he didn't try to go any further…

That was the thing. A little harmless petting, a bit of playful groping – well, they were all sophisticated people. Those things were not out of line. It wasn't as if she were committing an act of infidelity, far from it. And it did feel good. It was nice physically, having this handsome man attend to her, and it was psychologically satisfying to know that she had turned him on to such an extent.

But she was afraid he might attempt to go further… and she wondered just how far she should go.

If he tried to take her into a dark office, should she go? She had no intention of fucking him, certainly – but if he wanted to feel her up in private, was that so wicked? Why, it wasn't really any worse than having him feel her up in public, not at all… it was more modest, if anything.

But would he be willing to settle for a simple feel if he got her alone?

How far could she safely let him go? There was a fine line between fooling around and actually doing something naughty – and also a fine line between angering hint and pleasing him – and she was not sure where she should draw that line. Should she let him put his hand inside her dress and feel her bare titty? Should she let him have a quick feel of pussy… or even let him go so far as to finger fuck her? It was difficult to decide. She was confused both by the morality of it, and by deciding how to make Harris happy without going any further than she had to. The more she let him do, the more excited he was going to get, that much was obvious. And if he got really horny – should she maybe give him a handjob?

That was certainly the most she would do, if that.

But her cunt was steaming now.

Jayne was frightened by her own passion.

She knew it would be better if she could terminate this little game right away.

Perhaps if she left him alone for a moment, he would lose interest without getting angry. He might start fooling around with some other woman.

She considered telling him that she had to go to the bathroom. But then she thought he might follow her in and it would be embarrassing to have to fend him off while she was sitting on the toilet seat, pretending to pee.

She had a better idea.

"What's the time?" she asked.

He told her.

"Oh! I have to phone my husband now," she said. "I promised him that I would. I'll be right back…"

Harris looked annoyed.

Thinking cleverly, she said, "I'm sorry, but if I don't phone him, he might decide to come to the office looking for me, and we wouldn't want that, would we?"

She managed to smile suggestively.

Harris nodded, agreeing that was not a situation that they would want.

"Use the phone in my office," he said.

Well, she had thought of using a phone somewhere more public, but how could she refuse that suggestion?

"I'll be right beck," she told him.

She walked away.

Harris watched her succulent ass shift around inside her clinging dress and smiled with happy expectations.

Jayne went into his private office and closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief at having escaped his immediate attentions. She went over to the desk but did not use the telephone right away. She was certainly in no hurry to return to the party – if she was away for awhile, Harris would probably start chatting up some other women. Nor did she know if it would be such a good idea to phone home.

She had not told Jonathon that she would and he might wonder why she had, might think she was feeling guilty, perhaps, or that she was drunker than she should be.

She perched on the edge of the desk.

The room was faintly illuminated from the window, the street light outside throwing soft light and shadow. Jayne grinned a bit ruefully as, shifting her ass on the edge of the desk, she became aware of how juicy her pussy had become. She didn't feel guilty about that, however. That was only natural when a girl, no matter how pure and chaste she was, received the devoted attention of a handsome man – especially when she had had quite a few drinks to begin with.

She figured she would wait there long enough for her cunt to cool off.

Then the door opened.

Reginald Harris walked in, grinning.

He closed the door behind him.

Oh-oh! she thought.

Realizing that she had not picked up the phone, and not wanting him to get suspicious, she said, "The line was busy. I'll try again in a few minutes… then I'll be right out."

"Why hurry?" he said.

He crossed the room and stood before her. He put his hand on her tit and her stiff nipple branded his palm as he squeezed.

"I'd better try again…" she said, reaching for the telephone.

"What's the hurry?" Harris whispered. His other hand touched bet thigh. She was perched on the edge of the desk and her skirt had ridden up her thighs. He began to caress the inside of her knee, then moved higher. His fingers touched the naked flesh above the top of her stocking. She took a deep breath. She didn't know if she should grab his wrist and pull his hand away and, if she did, whether she should do it teasingly or angrily. The situation was foreign to the girl. She was confused.

Maybe he would not try to go any further…

He was kneading her upper thigh but he had not attempted to touch her cunt yet. There was nothing much wrong with letting him stroke her leg, was there?

Leaning in, he kissed her on the lips.

It started out as a chaste kiss, his lips together. She didn't object. But then his lips parted and he began to run his tongue across her mouth. She was tempted to twist away. Then she thought that perhaps she had better let him kiss her. She had some idea that if he was busy with her mouth, he would forget about her crotch.

His tongue forced its way into her mouth.

She was stiff for a moment. Then she started to kiss him back and their lips ground together. He was panting. His teeth felt hard through his lips as he jammed against her and his tongue was squirming around. After a moment, she began to suck on it and her own tongue curled against it. It was only a French kiss – it could happen to anyone. It wasn't really naughty…

She kept her hands an the edge of the desk.

But then he took her wrists and drew her arms up and pulled them around his neck. When he released them, they stayed where they were. She felt as if she were made out of pliable putty or pipe cleaners – that he could position her as he chose and that she would retain that shape.

The way he was kissing her was making her awfully hot, awfully excited. When he withdrew his tongue, her own tongue followed as if glued to it. She pushed it into his mouth and he began to suck on it.

"Oh, we mustn't…" she whispered.

He ignored her.

His hand slipped down the front of her dress and cupped her bare tit. He stroked and caressed it. Her nipple felt like it was going to explode.

"Please, don't… it isn't right…"

"Shhhhh…"

"My husband…"

"… will never know…"

"Oh! Oh dear!"

Jayne felt as if she were a teenage girl again, getting felt up when she was still a virgin. Plenty of boys had done tat to her… it couldn't be so very wicked.

And it felt so good! Tremors of desire were rushing through her body, running from her tender, aroused nipples and darting down into her belly and groin.

Her tongue, as he sucked on it, felt as sexually sensitive as her nipples – or her clit.

His hand was still on that soft patch of naked thigh just above her stocking. Now he very gently pushed her thighs apart and cupped her cunt in his palm. He didn't stroke or caress, at first. He just held that hot, juicy snatch in his hand, almost possessively.

Jayne whimpered.

He had pushed her dress up to her hips. She was sitting on the very edge of the desk, her lush thighs parted, his hand clamped between them. Then he began to massage her cunt. Using the palm of his hand, he rubbed her up and down through the wet, silken crotchband of her panties.

She was embarrassed at how juicy her pussy had become, at how soaked her panties were. She knew he could feel the heat of her twat, seeping through the silk.

His hand moved away.

Jayne felt a surge of relief – and at the same time, a surge of regret.

But he hadn't stopped.

He slipped his fingers under the elastic band of her panties and cupped her again, holding her naked flesh now. His hand moved up and down. Her clit was throbbing against his palm and against his fingers.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, speaking the wards right into her mouth.

"Please, I don't want to…"

"Let me make you come."

Jayne hesitated.

"Please, baby… let me make your pussy cream…"

Her eyelashes fluttered demurely. "Just… like this?" she panted.

"Ummmm."

His hand rubbed her steaming cunt.

"With just your hand?"

"If you like…"

"I… I won't let you fuck me. I couldn't do that… I'd like to, but I couldn't. But if you want to finger fuck me, I guess it's all right."

Harris grinned. His white teeth gleamed in the indirect glow from the window. His hand moved tenderly. Jayne was trembling and vibrating wildly.

What a nice man he is, she thought… he just wants to give me pleasure. He isn't trying to fuck me.

"Oh, yes! Make me come!" she gasped.

His lips met hers again and as they kissed and swapped tongues his fingertips traced along her cunt lips, rolled her clit then began to push into her hole. He began using both hands on her foaming pussy. He rubbed her clit with one hand while he push – pulled three fingers in and out of her crack with the other.

Her ass squirmed on the desk. Her thighs parted wide, closed over his caressing hand, parted wide again. She was rubbing her belly and cunt against his forearm. Her tongue darted into his mouth. Cunt juice ran from her pussy as he fingered it, trickling down into the crack of her ass.

He whispered, "I've lusted for you since the first moment I saw you…"

"Ahhh," she sighed.

She was going to cream very soon.

"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your cunt and I want to fuck your sweet mouth."

"No… no…"

"…and I want to suck you off and…"

"Ooooh…"

She was coming.

Harris lowered his head, gazing down at her cunt as she creamed. He was still using both hands to rub her off, concentrating totally on the act. His stiff fingers pushed in and out of her hole and he rolled her clit steadily. The cunt juice gushed out of her, soaking his hands and dripping over the edge of the desk.

He sighed, taking pleasure in giving pleasure.

Jayne pumped her crotch against him and whimpered as the thrill swept through her, consuming her. If he had wanted to plow his prick into her at that instant, she could no more have stopped him than she could have flown out the window. But his cock was in his pants. He was rubbing her off and, for the moment, at least, seemed perfectly content to do so.

Long, lateral waves of lust ran across her belly and crashed together in her twat. The thrill was so great that the sexy girl was sobbing and wailing as she thrashed about on the desk, working off her wonderful climax to the dregs.

Then she was at the very peak.

"Ahhhhh…" she cried, loud, unrestrained, not caring who might hear her at her moment of bliss.

She was finished.

She sighed and slumped, her body going soft. Harris continued to rub her clit and finger her hole until he was certain that he had milked out every last spasm of her orgasm.

"Ummmm," she whimpered.

"Did you like that?"

"I loved it."

He drew his hands away. Both hands were soaking with the flow of her coming.

"We should have put a blotter down," he said.

She giggled, happy and content.

"I hope we can do… things like that… more often, now," he said, gazing into her eyes.

Jayne saw that she was going to have a bit of trouble in the future. She spent her working days with this man, often alone with him, and it was going to be awfully hard to resist him now that she had let him finger fuck her. She felt a wave of guilt and a foreshadowing of even greater guilt.

Forcing her voice to sound more distant and colder than she felt, determined to nip this affair in the bud, she said, "I really enjoyed it, but we musten't do it again."

He looked disappointed.

"You must understand… an office party is one thing, but at work…"

He nodded.

"I'd hoped…"

"Please. Let's not talk about it."

"All right," he said.

He was a true gentleman, she thought. He wasn't going to be difficult about it.

She slid down from the desk and, holding her dress up, adjusted her damp panties to her drained crotch. He watched with hot, adoring eyes, but made no further attempt to touch her or talk of the future.

Smoothing her dress down, she said, "I think we had better return to the party, now."

He said, "Ain't you forgetting something?" Jayne looked at him, keeping her face blank.

She had misunderstood. She thought that he expected her to jerk him off, in return for the handjob that he had given her. Well, she was willing to do that. It was only fair, she reasoned. It would not magnify her guilt and she owed him an orgasm.

But he said, "You were going to phone your husband."

"Oh! Why, yes… I did forget." She smiled at him. "You took my mind off him," she said.

And then, because he was standing there waiting for her, she lifted the phone and dialed.

She thought that she would just tell Jonathon that she would be, home soon.

But Jonathon didn't answer.

A girl answered the phone.

CHAPTER SIX

By the time he pulled into the driveway of his home, Jonathon had another splendid hard-on, mainly because he had been imagining what it was going to be like to take Shirley Tiddlewell to bed – to the same bed he normally shared with Jayne and also because it was rather inspirational to have her rubbing her juicy snatch as she sat beside him in the passenger seat.

She had cupped and rubbed herself through her jeans, at first, but then, getting more excited, she had opened those brief cut-off denims and pushed her hand down inside so that she could rub and pet her naked pussy. Her lithe, nubile hips squirmed as she stimulated herself. She had one foot on the seat, her knee bent and her trim thigh arched. The other leg was extended to the floorboards. Her head was bent down so that she seemed to be – and was, in fact – watching her hand caress her cunt. She was quite interested in what she was doing. She liked to see her pussy lips unfurl and the slot get nice and creamy and the sensitive clit grow rigid. Usually when she masturbated, she did it in front of a looking glass or, if she was in bed, held a mirror in her free hand so that she did not miss out on seeing any of the juicy details that resulted from her self-stimulation.

Jonathon kept glancing sideways, finding it difficult to concentrate on the road ahead.

Shirley was aware of his interest.

"You got a mirror in your bedroom?" she asked.

"Why… yes…"

"Oh, good. I like mirrors. I never had a chance to watch myself get fucked, always doing it in cars and all. I just know that will be a real turn on."

Jonathon was in agreement.

He grinned and said, "In fact, there's a full length mirror on the back of the closet door. If the door is opened at just the right angle, someone on the bed can see himself reflected."

"Oh good! I'm keen on that idea." She giggled. "I saw myself suck a dick once," she told him, causing his pecker to heave and throb.

She said, "That was in a car, of course. But I tilted the rear view mirror down and knelt on the seat so that I could watch the guy's prick go in and out of my mouth. I forget who the guy was – maybe I never knew his name, come to that – but I sure remember his cock. It was a whopper! Anyhow, I really got a kick out of seeing that in a mirror, watching my lips pull on his cock head and push down his shaft and all. And when he shot, it was a real thrill, I'll tell you! I knew he was gonna cum so I opened my mouth wide and just sort of laid his cockhead on my tongue so that I could see his jism spurt right into my mouth. Ummm. So I know. I'll just love watching myself get balled."

And so, with talk like that, and pussy petting to observe, it was little wonder that Jonathon had a booming erection by the time they got to the house.

Worried about the neighbors and feeling pretty guilty, Jonathon made her sit low on the seat while he got out and opened the garage doors. Then he drove in. Shirley looked around and said, "I've been fucked in garages a couple times. Public garages…"

Jonathon was tempted to fuck her there in the car, safely parked inside the garage. He knew that he would feel less guilty about it, afterwards, than he was going to feel if he took her in Jayne's bed, in the marital bed – but he also knew that it wouldn't be as much fun.

Once again, he told himself that it was his wife's own fault for leaving him all alone, with only a single fuck and not even one blow job-to keep him content.

He got out, walked around the back of the car and opened the door on the passenger side.

That impressed the girl, who had never had a door opened for her, before – although dozens of men had leaned past her to push down the door lock before screwing her in the front seat. She thought that it was real nice to have a gentleman for a change and she was really looking forward to getting fucked in a bed, with a mirror available.

Jonathon took her by the hand and led her into the house via the covered passageway. The passageway connected with the kitchen.

He said, "Would you like a drink first?"

Shirley looked at him curiously.

"Gee," she said. "I'm too young to drink."

That announcement brought a new surge of lust and desire tumbling through the man's loins. He was about to fuck a girl who was too young to drink! And he was going to fuck her in his wife's bed! With a mirror!

He led her to the bedroom.

Shirley looked around, smiling. She went to the closet and opened it, moving the door back and forth until she had it angled correctly. She moved to the bed and checked, to make sure the mirror was positioned right, so that a fucker on the bed could observe the fucking.

Then, without further ado, she began to take her clothing off.

Jonathon watched her, his eyes glowing.

She pulled her tee-shirt off. Her tits were small and plump, firm pear-shaped mounds that made his mouth water and his prick suffer an uncontrollable upheaval.

Her shorts were already open from her finger fucking in the car. She pushed them down, squirming her hips out of them. She stepped from them, leaving them in a damp denim pile on the floor. Her pussy hair was as blonde as the long hair on her head, a curly mound that formed a perfect vee at the base of her belly and the junction of her thighs.

Seeing how interested he was in looking at her, the naughty nymphette slowly turned through a full circle, so that he could admire her naked body from all angles. Her little round ass jutted out. Her nipples were stiff and thrusting as he glimpsed them in profile, her torso was slim and her hips had just begun to spread into womanhood.

As he looked at her, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, enjoying the sight every bit as much as Jonathon did, for she had a touch of narcissism about her.

Then she went to the bed and stretched out, raising her knees and parting her thighs.

He looked at her cunt.

"Well, come on," she said.

He fairly tore his clothing off.

He sat on the edge of the bed and began to run his hands over her lithe young body. She squirmed under his touch. He felt her tin and stroked her belly and then dipped a hand into her crotch. Her pussy sucked on his fingers as if it were a vacuum. Jonathon pushed his middle finger up her cunt. He pulled it out and pushed it in again, to the knuckle. She sighed contentedly. He added his index finger, fucking into her with both digits held stiffly together. He began using all four fingers. Her ass heaved and she arched her back, loving the sensation.

He used his thumb on her clit, moving it back and forth like a windshield wiper, as he finger fucked her with his whole hand, slowly and steadily.

Bending down, he began to suck on her tits, mouthing the stiff nipples in turn, then running his tongue up her cleavage and swooping around the velvet mounds as he circled back to the jutting peaks. Her nipples were pink, her mounds pale – her breasts looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries – a sensual sundae that the horny fellow found wondrously tasty and absolutely delectable.

He knew that her pussy would be delicious, too – although he hardly expected to find a cherry there.

As he sucked her tits and finger fucked her cunt, Shirley slid her hand down and folded it around the root of his big prick, pumping him slowly – but not steadily. She did not want to fall into a rhythm that might cause him to shoot in her hand, for she had far better places for him to spurt all that lovely spunk that had swollen his balls.

She watched all this in the mirror.

The reflected image turned her on every bit as much as did his mouth and hands.

She said, "How much time have we got?"

"Hummm?" he whispered, with her nipple between his lips so that the sound was muffled by her tit.

"Before your wife gets home."

"Plenty of time," he croaked.

He raised his head and glanced at his watch. He was surprised to see that only an hour had passed since he left Jayne at the office building. Having been jerked off in the car, his sense of time had become distorted. At the party, just then, Reginald Harris had only started his attempted seduction of Jayne, and Anna had not quite finished milking the janitor's prick in the closet – time was moving slowly for all of them on this rare occasion.

"Lots of time," he affirmed.

And he had been wondering how he was going to kill time until his wife got home to suck him off! The thought caused him to grin. Grinning, he lowered his lips to her throbbing nipples once more.

"Oh, good," she said. "Then we'll have time to do lots of things, huh? I mean, we don't have to just fuck and run? We can suck and all, too?"

"Um-hum."

She writhed around a little under his mouth and hands, squirming luxuriously.

"Let's have a quick fuck first," she suggested. "A plain old man-on-top fuck, just for the hell of it. Then we can fool around with the variations. Okay?"

His cock was thundering in her hand and Jonathon had to agree that she had the right idea.

If they both got their rocks off expediently, the first time, then they could linger over the finer points of passion, enjoying a leisurely sucking session followed by some intricate fucking patterns.

He pulled his lips from her nipple.

He gave her cunt a final finger fuck and drew his hand away from her cream gash.

She released his prick.

Jonathon rolled over and mounted the girl. Although she had never been fucked in a bed before, she knew just how to go about it. It wasn't much different than getting balled on a blanket of a car seat, simply more comfortable.

She arched her back and tilted her crotch, angling her cunt to the proper elevation. Her trim ass lifted up from the bed and she cupped her cunt. Her thighs brushed over his legs as he knelt between her legs. He didn't enter her straight off, although both of them were quite ready to commence fucking properly. A product of his times, Jonathon had read the manuals and knew about women's liberation and felt compelled to use a certain amount of foreplay.

He placed the head of his dick against her slot and, bonding down began to tongue her nipples again.

But Shirley, having read no manuals but with plenty of practical experience in the field, was in no mood to linger there with a peckerhead rubbing against the outside of her smoldering cunt.

She threw her legs around his hips and locked her heels behind his ass and with a sudden jerk she pulled him close to her. His cock slipped fluidly up her well-lubricated hole, burying itself to the hilt.

She relaxed her scissor grip.

Jonathon pulled back.

When only his knob remained in her twat, Shirley tightened her thighs again, drawing his cock back into her pussy.

Jonathon began to get the picture.

He started fucking her with long, rippling strokes, driving every inch of his meat into her cunt, pulling out only to stab in to the roots once more.

Gurgling with desire, Shirley fell into the pace with him, pumping her hips in counter point to his thrusts, so that she was jamming her cunt down over his dong as he lunged in.

His ass flew in and out.

Her ass switched back and forth.

He thought: I'm doing it! I'm fucking a teenage trollop in my wife's bed!

And although he anticipated feeling shame and guilt, afterwards, the thrill was far too great, at the moment, for any such depressing emotions to come into his mind.

He gazed down at her pretty, pouty face.

Her head was turned to the side on the pillow. She was looking in the mirror, fascinated as she watched his fat meat push in and out of her juicy, pink pussy. Her cunt lips slurped on his stalk. Cunt juice was running down her crotch and onto her hiked-up ass.

The reflected image was so exciting that, combined with the fact that the naughty nymphette had been playing with her pussy in the car and that Jonathon had been finger fucking her and sucking on her titties, she began to rise towards the peak of passion almost immediately.

Whimpering, she creamed.

Wailing, she came again, only seconds after the first thrilling burst electrified her loins.

And then she began to go off in a series of spasms, peak after peak exploding in her cunt, the waves of lust coming so quickly upon each other that they began to merge into one long, lingering orgasm that reduced her to jelly.

Having fucked his wife earlier and then been jerked off by Shirley, Jonathon was a bit slower to come. But when he felt the girl's snatch turning to cream around his prick and heard her whimper with the thrill, it inspired him. His cock swelled up, filling her cunt so full of hot meat that there was no room left for the cunt juice that was pouring out of her. That thick cream was pumped out by his driving rod in heavy spurts each time he plowed in.

He was fucking her hard by this time, his hips driving spasmodically, his bloated balls slapping against her gyrating ass as he brutally buried his cock.

Then he was trembling at the peak and the randy little girl, sensing his climax was about to come, cried out, "Shoot in me… fill my cunt with jism!"

Jonathon hosed her cunt with his cum.

Looking in the mirror, the girl sighed with pleasure as she felt his burning jism gush into her cunt.

He poured a second great spurt up her hole, then a third trickled from his cockhead, and the girl continued to come and come and come until finally they were both drained.

"It sure is fun, doing it in a bed," she said.

Jayne's bed! he thought.

He stiffened, his cock still inside her cunt, expecting to feel a rush of terrible guilt and shame and regret.

But he felt nothing of the sort.

It may have been because his prick was still stuck up her and still, despite his orgasm, had not softened to any great extent, or it may have been because the affair was not yet over.

Only the initial orgasm had been spent, and there remained plenty of fucking and sucking to be done. But no matter what the reason, Jonathon felt no guilt or shame.

And he was just as glad of that.

He slowly pulled his prick out of her cunt hole.

Shirley looked down with an invested interest. When she saw that his big cock was still stiff, she smiled happily. She hadn't been worried, really, because she knew that if his tool had shrunk and gone soft following his cum, she would soon enough be able to suck it back to a fine hard-on. But seeing that it had remained rigid pleased her – it meant there would be no time wasted sucking on a soft cock. They could get right on with the business of fucking in all the various ways that were possible in a bed, all the ways that had proved awkward in a car.

Jonathon, too, was proud of his potency.

He knelt beside her, displaying his stiff cock and looking a bit smug.

"What now?" he said.

"Want to sixty-nine?"

"What a good damned idea!"

"I'll get on top," she said.

Jonathon stretched out on the bed, his prick towering above his groin.

Shirley prepared to mount him, her cunt over his face.

He tried not to think about Jayne… who, at that moment, had just creamed on Reginald Harris' caressing hand.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Shirley threw her leg across his head and sat down on his upturned face.

She was kneeling upright, facing his feet but not going down on him yet, wanting to get her cunt positioned just right before she took his cock in her mouth.

She squirmed around, shifting her hips, working her sodden snatch into his face. Jonathon had started to shoot his tongue up her hole and suck on her pussy the moment she fed it to him, but she worked, her crotch around until she was in the best possible posture to enjoy the thrill of being eaten out. The girl had always relished the idea of sixty-nining but, although she had tried it a few times, it was not the sort of thing that was easily accomplished in a car. A car was too confining. Once she had found herself sucking on the stick-shift lever by mistake, and wondering why it would not come. So now that she had a chance to sixty-nine in comfort, she was determined to make the most of it.

Finally she got her crotch placed just right on his eager face. She squirmed around for a moment or two, enjoying the hot tongue and sucking lips.

Then she bent over and took his prick into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down.

Her lips clamped around his stalk in a tight fitting collar and she took him as far back into her throat as she could, going right down on his cock towards his balls.

She hoped that she would manage to time it right, so that she could cream in his face at the exact moment that he fed her a load of delicious jism. It would be a true joy, she reckoned, to be swallowing cum at one end while it was flowing out of her at the other.

They began to grind together sinuously.

It was hard to decide which end was the more enjoyable, she thought. It was wonderful to have her pussy sucked but equally wonderful to have a mouthful of hot prick. And Jonathon was experiencing the same double pleasure, not knowing which he enjoyed more, the feast or the blow job.

As she worked her wet pussy around on his face, Shirley damped her thighs around his head tightly, muffling the man's ears, enveloping him in cunt and thighs and belly so that he seemed transported to another dimension where nothing existed but the juicy crotch upon which he was dining.

That was why, with his ears blocked, Jonathon did not hear the telephone ring.

Well in fact, he did hear it, but so faintly that he didn't realize what it was. He thought that the ringing was inside his head.

But Shirley beard it, all right.

The bell was muted and soft but her ears were not muffled – although her mouth was certainly gagged – and she knew perfectly well what it was.

Her first thought was to let it ring.

But then she thought that Jonathon was sure to hear it if it kept ringing and he might decide to answer it, interrupting the joys of sixty-nining.

Shirley didn't want that to happen.

Thus, there was only one thing to do.

Shirley answered the phone.

She pulled her lips away from the swollen head of his cock and said, "Hello," somewhat breathlessly.

Then, so that he did not notice that his cock had been abandoned and become suspicious, she popped that smoking knob back into her mouth and gave it a loving slurp.

She held the phone to her car.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Shirley," said the girl, speaking with a mouthful of hot pecker so that the word was somewhat distorted.

"I must have the wrong number…"

Shirley was not thinking too well, at the moment, with most of her mind concentrating on sucking and being sucked and so, thoughtlessly, she looked at the number printed on the phone and said, "This is 642-7848."

"Oh," said Jayne.

There was a long pause, during which Shirley slurped with pure greed on Jonathon's cock.

"Well, who are you?"

Annoyed, Shirley took his dick out of her face and snapped, "I just told you… I'm Shirley. But you can't be calling me. Because no one knows that I'm at this number. Except…" She giggled. "Except Jonathon, and he sure as hell ain't making no phone calls at the moment. He's talking into a hairy microphone, instead."

She laughed, thinking that was sort of cute, and fell to devouring dick once more.

"I… let me speak to Jonathon!"

"He's busy."

"This is his wife."

Oh oh! thought Shirley, realizing that she might have been indiscreet.

"Are you there?" Jayne demanded.

"I can't really talk now…"

"Put my husband an the line!"

"He's busy. I told you."

"What is he doing? Why are you in my home?"

Shirley tried to think of some plausable lie, but she was not a quick thinker at the best of times and, at the moment, had other things on her mind and in her mouth. She slurped up and down on Jonathon's fat cock while she considered what she could say.

She had to tell the woman something, she knew. Otherwise, out of pure curiosity, the woman might come rushing home to see what was going on. If she got there too soon, they might not have time to finish their sixty-nining… and that would be a true tragedy.

"What is that sucking noise?" Jayne asked.

"That's… slurppp… me…" Shirley said, with a nice long, juicy suck dividing the words.

"What are you doing?"

Well, what else could the girl do but confess to the truth? After all the truth never hurt, did it? And maybe it would make Jonathon's wife so angry that she might stay out all night, fucking some other guy to get even with her unfaithful husband. That was what Shirley would have done, had she been married and the situation reversed. It seemed the best idea. It might mean that she could spend the whole night fucking and sucking with this big-dicked fellow in this comfortable bed.

So she said, "We're sucking each other off."

"I don't believe it!"

"Your husband can't hear you, though because I'm sitting on his face. It's a nice seat, too."

That'll make her mad, all right! the girl thought.

"But… but…" Jayne spluttered, stunned, unable to realize what she was hearing.

Shirley lapped up his prick, making more noise than was absolutely necessary, and said, "I just ran my tongue ail the way up his prick from balls to knob."

"I don't believe…"

"So you better not hurry home, Mrs… errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Mrs. Jonathon… because your husband would be awfully mad if you were to break in on us before I milk his sweet prick."

There was a silence. The lines crackled.

Shirley figured that she had played her cards as well as possible.

She said, "The tip of his cock is starting to drip now, so I'll have to hang up. I don't want to be talking on the phone when he shoots."

She cradled the receiver, with Jayne's bewildered voice sputtering from it.

And then, just in case her game had failed and his wife came hastening home, the cum-hungry nymphette began to suck on Jonathon's booming cock with vigor, eager to drink his spunk before they were interrupted by an irate wife.

Jonathon had faintly heard Shirley talking into the telephone, but, knowing they were alone in the room and never for a moment dreaming that she had been talking with his wife, he supposed that the sexy little girl was mumbling and whimpering words of passion as she sucked his cock. Her sucking had become somewhat erratic, he realized. She seemed to be removing his cock from her mouth from time to time. But he thought that she was probably just poring for a moment while she savored the flavor on her tastebuds.

Then she began sucking furiously.

Shirley had been aroused even more than before, by the phone call. There was something very naughty and very erotic about talking to a man's wife while his cock was in your mouth, she realized.

She was all set to cream.

She held back, waiting for Jonathon to join her.

His cock was spurting a little, not really coming yet, but laying a little trail of jism onto her arched tongue. She gulped it down. The taste made her ravenous for the full load to follow and her head began to bob up and down as fast as she could move it.

Jonathon's tongue delved far up her cunt hole, laying the wet sides of the tunnel, while his lips pulled and dragged on her clit and cunt lips.

He was as eager to drink her cum as she was to swallow his jism.

They came together.

Her cunt emptied into his mouth like spilled whipped cream.

His big cock bolted into her mouth, whitewashing her tonsils with a jet of jism.

Thrilled at both ends, they milked each other off with ram appetite, until they were both spent.

Then they uncoupled and lay down side by side, both smiling dreamily, contentedly. "That sure was nice," she said.

"It certainly was."

"I hope we have time to do it again, after we do some more fucking. Let's fuck doggy style next."

He nodded. He thought that was a good idea. But he had to recuperate for a moment, first.

Wanting to pay the girl a compliment, he said, "When we were sucking each other off, it was so wonderful that I thought I heard bells ringing."

Shirley frowned.

She figured that she had been clever, but that she was obligated to let the man know where he stood.

"That was the telephone," she said.

"Oh? I, only heard one bell."

"Yeah, well, that's because I answered it." Jonathon went stiff, his whole body as rigid as his prick had been a minute ago.

"Who… was it?" he asked, carefully.

"Your wife."

"What did you tell her?"

"What else? I told her we were sixty-nining."

"You what!" he roared.

"Well, gee. What did you expect? I mean, we were… and I may be a slut, but I ain't no liar."

Jonathon stared at her in horror.

"Anyhow," the girl said, "she might be so mad that she'll pick up a guy and spend the night in a motel with him, so we don't have to hurry."

"Arghhh!"

"And we can fuck and suck all night."

"Jayne wouldn't do that. Why, she's probably in a cab right now, on her way home."

"Gee, I hope not."

"You have to get out of here this instant."

"Aw, shit. Haven't we got time for even a single doggy fuck before I go?"

"No! Hurry up and get your clothes on!" Looking very sullen, Shirley got out of bed. But then Jonathon had another thought. "Wait a minute!"

"Changed your mind? Gonna dog fuck me first?" she said, hopefully.

She bent over, placing her hands on, her thighs and thrusting her nubile ass out invitingly.

But Jonathon was preoccupied.

He said, "The damage is already done. Even if you're gone, Jayne already knows you were here. I won't be able to lie my way out of it. But! She has no proof that I was here!"

That confused the girl.

"She heard me sucking on your dick," she said.

He waved that aside.

"Oh, you could have been faking that you could have been sucking on a popsicle or something. I think I see a way out of this situation but I'll need your help."

She raised her eyebrows.

"What we'll do is, you'll wait here for Jayne. And I'll go out. Better yet, I'll hide here in the closet, so I can hear what you tell her because I can't say I trust you to any great degree. And when she gets here, you can tell her that it was all a big joke. You can say… let's see… yes, you can tell her that you stopped by to use the bathroom or make a phone call or something. A total stranger, you understand. And that I didn't want to remain in the house, alone with a sultry young lady, so I went out to the corner bar, because I am so faithful to Jayne that I wouldn't risk the near occasion of sin. Right? And while you were here the telephone rang and, being a wicked little tramp, you made up that horrid lie just far the fun of it. That ought to work."

"I don't like to tell lies."

"You must. You got me in a hell of a mess and you're obligated to get me out of it."

"Well…"

"Please? Good Lord, Jayne might divorce me."

"I might. If…"

"Yes?" he said, eagerly. "If what?"

Shirley was smiling saucily.

She said, "Well, I don't want to just sit around here, being bored, while I wait for your wife to come charging in. So if I promise to lie to her, you got to give me plenty of prick while I'm waiting. Okay?"

Jonathon considered.

He could see no reason why he shouldn't agree to that.

And now, for the first time, he noticed the way that the naughty nymphette was sticking her juicy ass out. It really was a delectable ass. And this time, quite honestly, be would be doing it for the good of his marriage.

"All right," he said.

"Oh, goody!"

Shirley crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees, all ready to be fucked doggy fashion. She looked back over her shoulder and gave her bottom a little flip.

Jonathon knelt behind her.

He bent down and kissed the cheeks of her ass, then pushed his tongue into her asshole for a moment, while his prick got hard as a crowbar.

Shirley giggled and squirmed.

"Not that hole, silly," she said.

Then, looking thoughtful, she added, "Although, come to think of it, that's fun, too. If we have time…"

Jonathon fitted his peckerhead to her cunt from the back and slipped it into her. Her ass heaved up and her belly began to pump and grind. Her sweet little ass was jammed tight to his belly and his cock was buried to the hilt in her clutching cunt. He placed his hands on her hipbones, holding them like handles by which he could steer her pussy as he fucked into it.

He began to fuck her dog style.

Shirley, enjoying it no end, whimpered and moaned and thrashed about like a bitch in heat.

Jonathon kept glancing at his watch.

He hoped that they had time to finish this backward balling before he heard a taxi stop in front of the house. It would be frustrating as hell if they had to stop before he had blown his wad into her again.

And because he was nervous and impatient to come, he couldn't seem to get his rocks off. He fucked her as fast as he could, and his cock was thundering, but he just couldn't seem to pass the peak.

They had been screwing for at least a half hour.

Jonathon wondered what was taking his wife so long to get there. He supposed that she was having trouble getting a taxi. That had to be the reason. What else could possibly have delayed her arrival, under the circumstances?

He started to tremble.

His prick was bubbling inside her pussy. He groaned as the thrill began to spin through his mind and body.

He was almost there!

He was going to come before Jayne arrived!

But he needn't have hurried.

Jayne had not left the office yet.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jayne stared at the telephone.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?" she said, automatically, knowing that Shirley – whoever the hell Shirley was – had hung up. Jayne was stunned. She was too shocked and amazed to feel much of anything, at first. She slowly put the telephone down, aware that Reginald Harris was staring at her, a frown furrowing his handsome brow as he realized that something was drastically amiss at Jayne's home.

He raised his eyebrows.

Jayne shook her head.

"What's wrong, Jayne?"

He took a step towards her. He had gone to the door, not meaning to eavesdrop on her conversation with her husband, so he had not heard the exact words exchanged. But it was evident from the sexy girl's expression and tone as she spoke and listened at the phone that things were not right.

Jayne didn't answer for a moment.

She was just beginning to assimilate the fact that her husband was, at that very moment and in her very bed, sixty-nining with some girl named Shirley.

Her first impulse was, as Jonathon had assumed to get a taxi and rush home.

But then she thought: But why?

He's already done it. I can't prevent what has already happened… is happening right now, in fact… what does it matter if I rush home or not? Will I scream and shout at them? Will I yank that bitch's hair out by the roots-bleached hair, no doubt – or should I act reasonable and civilized about it, laugh it off, philosophize… I simply have no idea what to do or say if I go home.

Perhaps I should tell Jonathon that I understand and don't mind because I was doing the same thing with Reginald! That might be the best idea… if I make him jealous, if he thinks that sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, he'll think twice about it before he cheats on me again.

But no! I mustn't let him know that I fooled around with Reginald before I knew that he was fucking and sucking with that horrid Shirley. That would defeat my purpose. I must get the thing in the proper chronological order so that Jonathon is the guilty party and I am blameless – so that it seems. I only let Reginald finger fuck me after and because I found out what my husband was doing.

So I can't hurry home too quickly. I have to leave enough time to make that plausable.

Anyhow, I only let him feel me up – it was just a little harmless fun, really… not at all the punishment that my husband deserves. I'll have to pretend that we did more than that, that we fucked or sucked to make my revenge effective.

But I've never been a good liar.

Jonathon will know I'm just making it up.

Unless…

She looked at Harris. He looked worried and concerned. He also looked handsome and desirable and he still had a huge throbbing lump in his pants.

And it would serve Jonathon right!

Jayne smiled at her boss.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes. I was a bit shocked, is all."

"Shocked? Why?"

"Well, it would seem that my darling husband has picked up some tart and brought her home."

"I'm sure he can explain…"

"Hardly. They were sixty-nining."

"The swine!" said Harris, forgetting completely that he had been trying to seduce Jayne and to get involved in the same class of infidelity.

"The question is… what shall I do about it?" Jayne asked, tilting her head and smiling.

"Well, you could divorce him, or you could whack him in the balls, or you could…"

"…get revenge in kind," she finished his sentence.

"Why, yes," he said, as if that idea had only just now occurred to him.

"Reginald?"

"Ummm?"

"Come here…"

Jayne was still sitting on the edge of the desk, her nylon-sheathed thighs parted, her dress pulled up slightly. Harris moved back to his previous position, standing in front of her, slightly to one side, where he had been standing when he finger fucked her. They stared at each other for a moment and then she placed her hand behind his neck and drew his head down. They kissed passionately, mouths grinding together.

Jayne waited until the kiss had terminated.

She wanted to see what she was doing.

Then she opened his trousers, dipped her hand in and hauled his stout prick out.

Harris had one of those tapering pricks that seem adapted to wedging into tight holes, thick at the base and gradually narrowing through its length until it came to a point at the tip. Jayne held it in her hand and gazed at it with interest. She had never fucked a cock like that. Her husband had a tubular cock with a big, bulbous knob and she was intrigued by the difference between the two. She held his prick in her palm, moving it up and down as if judging the weight on a scale. Her other hand folded around the root. She pulled her fist slowly up his shaft, watching the foreskin roll up over the head, then pushed back and watched the tapered knob flare out from the taut stalk. Harris was very hot and very hard.

She bent down and touched her tongue against the gleaming tentatively. Then she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck.

Harris groaned, hardly believing his good fortune.

He had hoped to screw her but he had not dared to imagine she might give him some head.

He understood why she was doing it, of course – he knew that she was not blowing him strictly because she lusted for his pecker, but rather that she wanted to get revenge on her errant husband, fitting the punishment to the crime.

But Harris, with his cock buried in a soft, warm mouth, didn't give a damn why it was there.

He didn't move for a moment, just standing rigid with his hips thrust out. He thought that she might only intend to give him a brief suck as a preliminary to fucking and he didn't want to get too carried away, too involved in a joy that might not last very long.

But as she continued to suck purposefully and bob her head up and down on his big dick, he realized that the sexy, hot assed girl in tended to let him come in her mouth.

Lust twisted his features – his eyes narrowed and his lips drew back from his teeth. He placed his hands on her head, holding her steady, and began to move his hips so that he was fucking into her mouth. His tapered knob dipped right down hat throat as she took it all. He could see from her expression that she was loving it, as well. And she was skilled. Her lips pulled up and down, her cheeks folded around his knob, her tongue flashed back and forth as he fed the meat in and out.

She whimpered, she panted, her hot breath billowed over his hinted balls as her head went down on his cock. She was drooling down the tat stalk, saliva running down as her lips pulled up, then slurping her own saliva up as she went down to the hilt once more. Her head tilted to the side. She gazed up at his face as she sucked on his prick. From that angle, Harris could see his thick shaft disappear in her mouth, see it emerge and vanish again as she continued to drag her compressed lips up and down.

Harris had got so excited while he was finger fucking her that he wasn't going to last very long.

He could feel the thrill building steadily.

"I'm going to cum…" he rasped, either warning her or promising her that hot load, still not absolutely sure that the girl wanted to drink his jism.

She drew her lips up until only the tip of his knob was in her mouth and, speaking right down his dong, said, "Ummm… that's the idea…"

She had taken it as a promise.

And now, having enjoyed sucking on his tasty cockmeat, the sexy girl was eager to swallow his cream. She cupped his swollen balls in one hand. She wrapped her other hand wound the thick shaft and began to pump him up and down as she sucked, adding manual stimulation to the oral as she sought to bring him off quickly. Her hand frigged up and down a few inches at the root of his dick and her lips came down to meet her hand it ran, then pulled up to the vibrant knob as her hand pushed bat down, causing that knob to flare mightily in her mouth.

Seeing how eager and impatient she was to have him shoot in her mouth, Harris begun to fuck in to her face with renewed efforts, driving his prick firmly through her fist and past her tight lips and over her flaring tongue as he spiked it right back into her throat.

He was face fucking her with such vigor that her head was rocking back and forth, buffeted by his thrusts.

A low moan hissed from the man.

Jayne whimpered, realizing what that moan signified.

She pushed her head down and drew her back up, sucking through every savory inch. Her hand frigged up and down like a piston. She began to move her hand farther up his stalk as she held only his cockhead in her mouth and sucked on it passionately.

Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum.

She gasped, amazed at the amount of jism he had poured into her so abruptly. She gulped it down. It warmed her belly like fine cognac and no sooner had she swallowed that thick, creamy mouthful than the horny fellow shot another boiling load into her face.

Whispering with ecstasy, Jayne swallowed his spunk as fast as he could deliver it.

She milked his prick dry and sucked for more, sorry that his delicious orgasm had ended so soon.

Harris sighed.

She drew her lips from his pecker-head and smiled up at him. Her lips were smeared with cream but her mouth was empty. She parted her lips and slid her tongue out so that he could see that no jism remained – she had swallowed every precious drop.

"That," she said, "was lovely."

"You said a mouthful!"

She laughed, teasingly, then said, "I swallowed a mouthful too… and I loved it. I never realized that you had such a big, tasty prick, or I might have sucked you off long ago."

But then who looked thoughtful.

"Of course, I only did it to get even with my husband far sixty-nining with some tramp…"

"Of course," Harris agreed.

He supposed that she was feeling a little guilty now that it was over, not really sorry that she'd sucked him off but needing to justify her actions.

"It serves him right," he said.

"It served me right, too. What a delicious serving you fed me, Reggie… I'm glad that I was forced to seek revenge on my husband."

Now Harris was not sure if the girl was looking for justification or not. She certainly didn't seem ashamed of what she'd done and the look that she was giving him was flirtatious and teasing, more than regretful or embarrassed.

He smiled uncertainly.

Jayne said, "But I'm wondering… I don't know much about these things, never having been a man, myself nor a trollop. Maybe you can tell me…"

"What's that?"

"When a man picks up a girl like Shirley… and they sixty-nine together… do they usually fuck, as well?"

"Errrr… I should think so."

"Then you suppose that Jonathon is fucking her cunt as well as her mouth?"

"I wouldn't doubt it."

"In that case, my revenge wouldn't really be complete unless you fucked my cunt, would it?"

Harris saw her point.

He grinned broadly and his cock, which had started to soften somewhat following the orgasm that he had poured into the girl's eager mouth, snapped right back up to a renewed hard-on.

"You're absolutely right," he said.

Jayne took her panties off.

CHAPTER NINE

Anna, having returned from the closet well fucked and well-sucked, was looking around for some more prick. No longer desperate for it, she figured that she could take her time and select a dick that truly appealed to her. In fact, she had an eye out for handsome Reginald Harris, whose tapered cock always interested her.

Valerie Parker strolled over.

Valerie was a good-looking woman with a slightly triangular face, narrow at the bottom so that her wide mouth seemed to stretch all the way across her jaw. She had big, wide-set eyes and her tawny hair was worn very short, almost cropped. She habitually wore mannish tweed suits and was a very efficient office manager, working under old man Benson, himself.

Valerie and Anna were friends.

Valerie had sucked Anna off a couple times.

That was the only thing they had in common – Anna's cunt – but it was a firm basis for friendship. Anna did not suck cunt, herself – although she knew that she really ought to, whether she wanted to or not, to affirm her belief in women's liberation, which she did not really understand. She was always more than willing to let a woman give her some head, however, both to prove that she was liberated and because it felt so damned good. She supposed that, being a cunt sucker, her friend Valerie was very liberated.

In fact, Valerie was not liberated at all.

She was a lesbian, pure and simple.

She knew all about women's liberation – a lot more about it than Anna did – but she hated the whole idea. Valerie believed that a woman should be soft and defenseless and unable to provide for herself. The fact that she was self-sufficient, herself, did not mean anything, because she was really a man in a woman's body, as far as she was concerned. She never tried to seduce a woman who thought herself equal to a man, preferring really feminine types. The only reason that she had sucked Anna off was because she realized that Anna, although she professed to believe in equality, was really only a tramp who didn't know any better – and had a tasty pussy, to boot.

"Having fun, honey?" Valerie said.

"Yeah."

"Been screwed yet?"

Valerie might have had ulterior motives in asking that, of course.

"Once," said Anna. "I had a nice fuck and we sucked each other off, too. In the broom closet."

"The broom closet!"

"Yet. It was with the janitor," Anna confessed, looking a bit sheepish.

"Good Lord! All men are nasty creatures, but a janitor? How could you?"

"Oh, it's like mountain climbing I guess. You climb on a prick because it's there."

Valerie smiled, then said, "Well, if you don't manage to get all you need tonight, I'll be happy to suck you off after the party's over."

"Thanks. I'll remember that. Right now, I was looking for Reggie Harris, though."

"Harris? He took Jayne in his office. Well, he followed her in, actually. But they've been in there for quite awhile, so I expect they're fucking."

"Damn! Jayne, huh? I didn't know she was like that. She said she wasn't. You can never tell about a girl."

"I was thinking the same thing. I never tried to get Jayne in bed because I figured she wouldn't go for it, but if she's screwing Harris, who knows?" Valerie gave a delicious little shudder. "I would certainly adore getting my head between those big thighs."

"Yeah? Well, I'd like to get a cuntful of Reggie's big prick, myself."

"I wonder…"

"What's that?"

"Maybe we could sort of separate them."

Anna considered that.

"Well, it's worth a try," she said.

There was nothing whatsoever separating Harris and Jayne, at the moment, except their hipbones.

Jayne was perched on the edge of the desk and Harris was feeding his long cock to her with relish, hit ass corkscrewing as he plowed in to the hilt. Her head and shoulders were thrown back and she was supporting herself on her hands, while her lush hips weaved a pattern into which Harris was fucking with resolution.

They had been fucking for some time.

Because Jayne had milked his cock and balls so expertly in her mouth, Harris was in no hurry to blow his wad again and was able to hold off, giving her a lovely, lingering fuck that was very much to her taste. And because he had given her a handjob not long before, she was thrilling to the fuck without feeling any urgency for the creamy culmination.

Presently, they decided to change positions. Harris pulled his thundering prick out of her creamy twat and stepped back. Jayne leaned down and gave his purple cock head a loving kiss, enjoying the taste of her own cunt juice on his sizzling shaft. Then she turned and leaned over the desk, her feet on the floor and her shapely ass sticking up in the air.

He stepped in and fed his cock to her again, from the back this time.

They commenced fucking.

Her ass heaved and bucked and his trim belly slapped against her bottom as he drove his fat dick up her hole from the back, thrilling her by approaching at this new angle.

He reached around her and cupped her tits in both hands as he rode her ass.

Jayne began to whimper, a series of short, sharp, "Ohs," and then a longer, wailing, "Oooooh…"

She knew that she was going to cream soon.

She was trying to hold off so that she could come at the exact moment that he poured his boiling scum into her cunt, but she knew she could not wait much longer. His cock, coming in from the back, was massaging her flaming clit with every long stroke.

She reached back between her legs and cupped his dangling balls, squeezing as if she were urging that full sac to yield up its load to her pussy.

Harris fed the meat to her with vigor.

And that was the sight that greeted Valerie and Anna as they slipped quietly into the office.

Standing by the door, the two women looked at each other and grinned. Valerie held her finger to her lips and Anna nodded. They tiptoed across the room.

Harris had his back to them and Jayne had her back to Harris, so neither of the busy fuckers saw the two lusty women approach silently.

Anna stood behind Harris' bucking ass and slipped her hand into his crotch from the back, cupping his balls. Jayne's hand was already there, but when Jayne felt another hand on his balls she assumed, naturally, that it must be his own hand – that he was holding his balls for some reason. Since he had both hands on her tits, she could have seen that this was illogical, had she considered it – but as her climax built up, she was not in a logical frame of mind.

But Harris realized that his balls were being fondled by an extra hand – and that the hand had come in under his ass. He puzzled over that fact for a moment, still steadily fucking into Jayne. Then he looked over his shoulder.

Anna winked at him.

Harris was startled. His fucking became erratic for a moment, but then steadied. He knew Anna very well and he was not at all disappointed to find that she had joined the party.

Then he saw Valerie, who was still holding her index finger to her lips, cautioning secrecy.

He was not so pleased to see Valerie there, for he knew what her inclinations were and figured that her tongue was liable to deprive him of some pussy. But still, there was plenty of pussy to go around now and, furthermore, being old man Benson's office manager, Valerie was probably higher in the company pecking order than Harris was, so he didn't want to antagonize her.

He grinned at the newcomers and continued to feed his raging prick to Jayne's pussy.

Anna sank to her knees and began to tongue his balls as he screwed Jayne.

Valerie leaned over Jayne's upturned, churning ass and began to run her tongue up that taut crack and then pushed her tongue into the girl's asshole.

Jayne, face down on the desk and all ready to cream, thought that it was her own orgasm that was tingling all through her pelvis that had sparked that new thrill in her asshole. She figured she was due for a wonderful come.

Harris plowed up her hole and Valerie darted her tongue up her nether hole and Jayne began to vibrate.

But then Anna grasped Harris by the balls, firmly, and pulled his pecker right out of Jayne.

Jayne wailed a forlorn protest, but she supposed that he had merely slipped out by accident, going back too vigorously on the backstroke and that his fat dick would soon be up her cunt again, as soon as he got his bearings and took proper aim on her hole.

Her ass heaved and squirmed.

Valerie kept rimming her asshole devoutly.

Harris made a valiant attempt to get his cock back into Jayne, for he had been enjoying that fuck no end, but Anna held him tightly by the balls, turned him right around, and popped his pecker into her mouth. Her greedy mouth was like a trap. There was no escape she had lips like suction cups.

He sighed and began to fuck her face.

Jayne was whimpering for more prick. She opened her legs wide so that he could get back in without being blocked by a hip or thigh.

And Valerie moved down from Jayne's asshole to her crotch, running her tongue down the crack of the girl's juicy ass and into her creamy cunt. That hole was gaping wide open and Valerie began to stab her hot tongue as far up the slot as it would reach, while her hungry lips started to slurp merrily away on cuntlips and clit.

She held Jayne's thighs in her hands, spreading them, and buried her face against her cunt as she sucked the cunt juice with greedy rapture.

Jayne was surprised.

Assuming that it was Harris who was eating her twat, she wondered why he had forsaken fucking for sucking before he had come, but she was in no mood to object to it. She was delighted, in fact. Where on earth had Harris ever learned to suck cunt like that? she wondered. Jayne always enjoyed having a man eat her pussy out, but she had never known a man who did it so expertly. It almost seemed as if he must have made a study of pussy, that he knew just how to make it feel best for a girl, which men, since they did not possess cunts themselves, seldom knew.

"Ohhh… that's so good!" she wailed. "You've got the greatest tongue I ever felt!"

That thrilled Valerie to the very core of her sexually inverted being.

She had intended to suck Jayne off from behind without revealing who was doing that sucking, but now that Jayne had proclaimed her pleasure, Valerie figured it would be to her advantage to take credit where credit was due. Who knew, she might get to suck that adorable snatch again, sometime, if she declared herself.

She realized there was some danger that Jayne, seeing that it was a woman who was eating her out, might object. But she could tell from long cuntsucking experience that Jayne was all set to cream and it seemed doubtful that any girl could terminate the act when she was on the point of coming.

She figured it was worth taking a chance.

Grasping Jayne by the hipbones, she turned the horny girl over so that she came face up on the desk.

Jayne raised her heavy thigh so that she could rotate without losing contact with that tongue.

Then, looking down the arched curve of her own belly, she saw Valerie's busily munching face between her legs.

"Oh!" she cried, startled.

Her body went stiff for a moment. "Enjoy it, honey. Let me make you cream," Valerie whispered, as her tongue coiled around Jayne's clit and her lips pulled and sucked lovingly.

Jayne moaned.

She was almost at the peak… and it felt so damned good! It wasn't as if she had done it deliberately… and what the hell! There was no way she was going to resist at this stage.

She smiled down at the cuntsucking woman.

"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Suck me off!"

CHAPTER TEN

There might have been a handful of cunt-suckers as talented as Valerie Parker in the world, but there certainly weren't very many – and none any better.

Jayne felt as if her guts were being sucked out – as if her brain and her bones and her blood had all turned into cunt juice and were pouring out of her twat into Valerie's greedy mouth – as if her spirit, her mind, her very soul were being milked from her smoking pussy.

Valerie's mouth was open wide, clamped over her crotch, sucking steadily. Hip tongue was tracing along the cunt lips and caressing the clit and dipping up the hole. She had started to push two fingers slowly in and out of Jayne's cunt, finger-fucking her as she sucked her. Her other hand had moved under the girl's bottom and she was working her finger up her whole. The thrill was driving Jayne mad. She thrashed about wildly on the desk, totally abandoned to her lust.

"I'm coming!" she wailed.

Valerie gulped her hot cunt juice up joyfully.

Jayne trembled. She stared down at the woman's head between her legs, amazed that such a thing had happened. Valerie smiled happily up at her.

And started sucking her cunt again.

Jayne could have stopped her, now.

Having just gotten her rocks off, she was not a helpless pawn of her passion. She could have prevented it.

But her pussy was being washed by a hot tongue and, after a moment, she closed her eyes and settled back to enjoy another wonderful orgasm.

And she didn't even feel guilty about it.

Standing just behind the kneeling Valerie and in front of the kneeling and cocksucking Anna, Harris watched Valerie suck Jayne's cunt. The sight made him so excited that he blew a frothy, billowing cloud of cum into Anna's mouth much sooner than he had expected to.

Anna gulped it down happily.

And, as usual, drinking cum made her horny.

She looked hopefully at Harris' dick, but it had started to droop following his come.

"Damn it, Valerie," she wailed. "I got to have some head and I got to have it right now!"

She crawled over to the desk and slid up beside Jayne, stretching out beside her and entwining their adjoining thighs together. This action brought their twats close together – and transported cunt-hungry Valerie to Seventh Heaven! If one cunt was bliss, two were unspeakable ecstasy. She began to alternate between the two pussies, her head ducking into one crotch and then the other. She gave Jayne's blonde cunt a tongue lashing, then switched across to drive her head into Anna's dark-haired pussy. Her whole face was awash with turn juice.

Gurgling like a glutton at a feast, she slurped and nicked with absolute joy.

She made Anna come.

She swallowed her cunt juice and concentrated on Jayne once again. Anna could hear the moist, loving sounds that she was making in that sodden snatch and it, made her horny again. It was making Harris horny again, as well, as he leaned over and watched the oral action with fascination.

Jayne came in a creamy deluge.

Valerie drained her lovebox, licked it dry and, insatiable cuntsucker that she was, started to work on Anna once more.

Anna and Jayne, although neither of them were lesbians or even bi-sexual, had started to play with each other's tits just for the hell of it. They kissed, swapping tongues, and rubbed their hot-tipped titties together.

And lesbians or not, they enjoyed the hell out of it.

Then Harris, with a brand new hard-on, knelt down behind Valerie and slipped his prong up her sodden and wide-open gash, plowing in to the hilt.

Valerie gasped.

She had never had a cock up her cunt before, although she had fooled around with an odd dildo, having been a lesbian from her earliest experiences. She stiffened and started to demand that he withdraw from her. She expected to hate the sensation. She had always imagined that she would hate having her pussy stuffed with pecker.

But, with her mouth already open to protest, she faltered in amazement.

Why… it feels wonderful! she realized.

And then, because her mouth was already wide open, she cramped it back onto Jayne's flooded cunt and began to suck with hearty appetite.

And Harris poured her first-ever fuck into her and changed her future sex life.

From then on, although she still sucked a cunt whenever she got the opportunity, Valerie Parker also fucked every man she met and learned how to suck a cock expertly – for what was a cock, really, but a huge clit? Her past experience was very useful in learning the art of blowing dicks – and her sex life was stimulating, to say the least.

Anna, being Anna, was totally unaffected by the cluster fuck-suck at the office party and continued to fuck every man she could and to let a few select women eat her out.

But Jayne was astounded at how much she had enjoyed being sucked off by a woman and, also, how thrilling it had been to kiss Anna and to play with her tits.

She had forgotten all about her husband's infidelity.

She remembered it again, as she sat in the back of the taxi, on her way home after the party had ended. But she was no longer distressed or hurt or jealous. In fact, she was glad that it had happened. If she hadn't learned that he was cheating on her, she might never have known the joys of infidelity or the ecstasy of having a woman go down on her.

She decided she wouldn't mention it to Jonathon.

If he brought the subject up, she would just laugh it off as one of those things that happen. But Jayne was wondering about something else.

She could not have failed to notice how much pleasure Valerie had derived from the sucking of pussy and Jayne was intrigued by it. She had never thought about doing a thing like that, before.

Now, she was curious, eager – and hot – to do some cunt sucking herself.

She wasn't at all sure if she would enjoy it. But she was damned sure that she wanted to find out.

The problem was in finding a girl on whom she could go down. She didn't know any lesbians other than Valerie, and she didn't dare suggest it to any of her friends or neighbors. She was too timid to go to a lesbian bar and make a pick up, so she foresaw a great deal of difficulty in finding a snatch that she could. And she knew that she was going to be a bundle of frustration until she sucked a cunt.

Jonathon was wondering where in hell his wife was and why she had not come rushing home.

He was also fucking Shirley up the ass.

They had already fucked in all of the normal positions and done plenty of sucking, and only buggery remained. Shirley was keen on the idea and Jonathon, who had never stuck his cock up an asshole before, was curious.

He'd placed his cockhead against her ass.

"Are you sure this won't hurt?" he asked, solicitously, supposing that she, too, was new to the game.

"Hell, no," said the nymphette. "I've had miles of prick up my asshole… get on with it!"

Jonathon slipped his cock up her ass. It went in easily and fluidly. He had a momentary qualm as he speculated on what effect digestive juices might have on a dock, but that passed as her tight asshole began to suck on his dick. It was tighter than her cunt, and thrilling.

He pounded the prick up her ass with vigor. He had just spilled another load of cum into her – the first in that particular hole, but the last of many – when he heard the taxi stop out side.

Thanking his lucky stars that he had already shot his wad, he yanked his dick out of Shirley's asshole. She yelped as he almost turned her shitter inside out. A trickle of cum ran from her asshole down into her crotch.

She hadn't heard the taxi stop.

Getting buggered had been enjoyable, but it had meant that her pussy had been vacant far a few minutes. Because she was that sort of girl, that meant she was randy again.

She said, "Still got a hard-on? Or are you gonna give me some more head?"

But Jonathon was already dashing to the closet.

"Don't forget what you have to tell my wife!" he cried, as he drew the door closed, leaving it slightly ajar so that he could hear what was said and know that the nymphette was telling the proper lies.

Shirley was distraught.

What a prick he is, she thought. I let him suck the shit out of my asshole, then he leaves me without so much as a lick! Her cunt was frothy and steaming. She rolled onto her back and raised her knees and gazed down, watching the steam rise from her overheated crotch. I'll have to jerk off, she thought. She knew it would be an awkward situation if his wife walked in and found her playing with herself, but she couldn't be worried about that. She had to come and that was what mattered. Anyhow, it would add credence to her story. If she was finger fucking herself, it would seem as if Jonathon hadn't been fucking her – to a stranger who did not know how voracious her sexual appetite happened to be.

She began to play with her pussy with both hands, rubbing the clit with one hand while she finger fucked her creamy gash with the other.

And that was the sight that presented itself to Jayne when she walked into the bedroom.

"Don't bother me now," Shirley said, desperately clawing at her pussy.

Jayne looked around the room.

"You must be Shirley," she said.

"Yeah. Well, I can explain about that… but let me finish this handjob first, okay?"

"Where is my husband?"

"He ain't here. He's gone out."

A strange light came into Jayne's eyes. She stared at the frantically masturbating nymphette speculatively.

She thought they were all alone.

She moved closer to the bed, watching the girl's fingers go in and out of her slot and noticing how stiff and succulent her clit looked… how creamy her crotch…

She said, "Did Jonathon really suck you off?"

Shirley despite her concentration on her crotch, remembered that she had to lie about that.

She said, "Naw. He didn't do anything to me."

And then Jayne astounded Shirley by saying, "Why, you poor girl… no wonder you're so horny."

Shirley had not expected Jonathon's wife to be so reasonable and understanding. It surprised her so much that she stopped playing with herself.

"A girl needs a nice suck once in awhile," Jayne said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Shirley looked at her. Jayne smiled and licked her lips. Shirley was no fool.

She said, "Do you want to?"

And Jayne said, "I would love to."

"Ohhh," Shirley cried, and she threw her legs wide open.

Jayne leaned over. She slurped a stiff nipple into her lips and sucked on it, causing it to fairly explode. Her hand moved down and she fingered the girl's cunt. Then, tingling with wild expectations, she moved down and, without hesitating at all, without any last moment qualms or doubts, Jayne began to suck Shirley's cunt.

And it was every bit as good as she had hoped!

Although this was the first pussy that Jayne had ever eaten, she soon realized that lack of experience made no difference. She had a cunt herself and, therefore, knew just how to go about sucking one in the best way. She was proud of herself, and pleased to find that she was a born cuntsucker.

She stabbed her tongue far up the hot hole and her lips sucked the cuntlips and clit.

Cunt juice streamed into her mouth and she swallowed it, with relish and sucked for more.

She hoped that Jonathon did not come home for a long time, for she wanted to suck this sweet pussy for hours on end.

Then Jonathon came out of the closet.

Stark naked and sporting a gigantic hard-on, he staggered over to the bed. He had been listening first, and then he had pushed the door open farther and watched. The sight had amazed him and shocked him – and made him horny as could be.

Jayne saw him out of the corner of her eye. Oh dear, she thought.

She wondered what possible excuse she could make. She could think of absolutely none. There could be no doubt but that she was eating out a cunt and that was that.

She gave a little shrug and stabbed her tongue up Shirley's smoking hole.

"Hello, Jonathon," she said, casually.

"I never knew you sucked cunts!" he said.

"I never did, before."

"But… then why?"

"It's a little party trick I just learned," she said.

It took Jonathon a few minutes to digest that.

Then he joined them on the bed. Shirley stayed the night. She became a friend of the family, in fact. She still hitchhiked frequently, but no longer did she accept rides at random.

She hitchhiked straight over to see Jonathon and Jayne.

Content

David Crane
Party wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN