Why not? Why don't you let her taste it? The idea came abruptly to his mind. Give it to her — go on, let her find out what it's like!
This was the very first time they'd practised this form of petting and Michael wondered for a moment how Shirley would react to having her mouth flooded with his spunk.
But it was increasingly difficult to hold himself back — and, seized by the novelty of the desire, Michael began to urge his prick further and further into the girl's mouth. He felt her trying to hold his cock away; the full length of it between her lips was gagging the girl and she fought against the man's efforts to jam it completely inside her.
Ruthlessly, he brought his hands up and drove his fingers through her hair. Then, holding her head in a vice-like grip, Michael kept her steady while he lunged his prick all the way in…
Right to the hilt it sank, until he could feel Shirley's hot, liquid mouth covering every inch of his straining cock.
He withdrew slightly, only to thrust it forwards again with an even greater determination. Shirley put her hands on his thighs, choking and trying vainly to push him away.
Her nails scrabbled at his legs… and then he felt her submission. Slowly, the girl's desire outgrew her initial fear of the immensity of his weapon and she began to lick her tongue sweetly along the underside of Michael's stiff and pulsing dick.
It quivered like an arrow in its target, the nerves feeling raw and vulnerable as Shirley extended her tongue as far as possible and repeated the caress.
Again and again the girl licked the very tip of her tongue along his length, curling it backwards so that Michael could feel it lapping insatiably around his crown. At the same time, Shirley worked her lips in a side-to-side movement — making them slither with wet fleshiness against the man's fast-jerking prick.
Now that she had herself under control, Shirley slipped her hands from Michael's thighs and caressed then around the backs of his legs. She imitated his earlier fondling: gently stealing her fingers beneath his underpants and massaging the cheeks of his arse.
But she went much further. Her skilful hands eased the straining spheres apart and she coaxed her forefinger slowly and provocatively into his anus.
Insistently and steadily, the girl penetrated his back passage, sticking her finger as deeply into his small orifice as it would reach; and using the remainder of her fingers to softly caress his tender scrotum.
Michael felt himself shivering and trembling with desire. Jean would never, never have done such things to him! This beautiful girl! This wonderful, beautiful, thrilling Shirley!
He panted harshly as her finger wiggled around inside the tightness of his arse. Though it was the never-ceasing gentleness of her fondling at his scrotum which brought him to orgasm finally. Her finger would tickle its way from the hanging sacks of his balls, stroke lovingly and breathtakingly slowly down the hard ridge of flesh… then pause for a moment around the raised bump of his anus before returning by the same route to his testicles again.
And all the time, with her saliva continually moistening his prick, Shirley was sucking and sucking on his fully embedded penis. Sucking as if she wanted to savour the taste of his manhood for ever!
The combination of her attentions was too much to bear for very long. Michael was forced to close his eyes; the room had started to spin helplessly before them and he could scarcely keep his legs from crumpling him to the floor.
A more insistent itching than he had ever experienced welled up in his cock. It seemed to generate from the pit of his stomach and streak like an electric current through his balls. With a muffled shout, he launched his spunk — contracting his arse muscles and urging the thick fluid into Shirley's mouth.
There was one long gushing: immediately followed by several shorter ones. The spunk jetted with manic power, as if it had lain dormant for years inside his testicles.
Michael's fingers clenched into the girl's hair, unable to release her until every drop of his precious sperm had been shed.
And she obediently drew steadily on his prick until she was sure that the last bitter globule had been wrung from its tiny hole. The fluid rushed down the girl's throat, heady nectar which she swallowed with mounting enthusiasm — knowing that she was drinking from the most secret spring of all…
Only when Michael's cock started to wane did he withdraw it from Shirley's lips. Then he half-fell onto the bed, pulling her down beside him. He cuddled the girl tightly, kissing her and tasting the strange but not unpleasant juices on her mouth.
While he rested, waiting for his breathing to become less labored, Shirley completed her task of undressing him. When she had finished, he lay on the bed totally naked. Shirley ran her eyes slowly over his body. He was still a complete stranger to her really, despite the intimacy of their bodies. Perhaps that was all he had wanted from her: uncomplicated sex — with no strings or emotional involvement attached to their relationship.
She sighed. How could it be possible to do what she'd just done to a man and still feel so cold towards him?
Maybe it was her own fault for going to bed with someone so much older than herself, Shirley reflected. He wasn't really her type at all. His eyes were dead. His conversation was stilted. And he had made not the slightest attempt to get close to her — for all their physical knowledge of each other, she felt more remote from him than the newspaper seller on the corner.
At least he hadn't lied to her, though. He hadn't sworn that he loved her when it was transparent to her that he didn't. That was something, she supposed.
All the same, she was clearly wasting her time with him. That was obvious. He was presumably having a few final flings before resigning himself to a dull marriage. She meant nothing to him other than as a symbol of his virility.
And Shirley wanted much more from a man than that. She wanted — .
Michael opened his eyes and immediately noticed the troubled expression in her eyes. He held out his arms and Shirley moved close to him, snuggling up to his body, her stockinged legs crisp against his bare thighs.
She didn't know why she was so complaisant when he reached out for her. She enjoyed their love-making, but the periods in between were growing increasingly flat and tedious. Surely it would be better simply to tell him they were through? End their affair before it was killed by mutual indifference?
Out of indifference, she let her body lie passively against his as Michael began silently to undress her. She moved from time to time to assist him but found no excitement in the ritual.
Michael drew down the small zipper at her hip and released the hook and eye. He pulled the dress up over the girl's thighs, the sight of Shirley's tiny black scanties pasted so tightly to her crotch reawakening his desire.
The panties formed a very sharp vee, coming almost to a point at the slight swelling of her sex. Their sides were cut away to nothing but a flimsy half-inch strip of material — exposing her long thighs and the fleshy curve of her hip.
Shirley helped him to take her arms out of the straps and Michael tugged the dress off completely. She wore a conventional bra which contained her medium-sized breasts in twin cups of black silk.
He reached behind her and unfastened it, lifting the undergarment away from the girl's bosom. Michael stared for a moment at the naked challenge of Shirley's breasts: the orbs wobbling gently as they came free of their restraining bra-cups.
The aureoles around her nipples were larger than usual; brown circles which strongly emphasised the hard red centres. Although Michael had studied them on several previous occasions, he always found Shirley's breasts the most fascinating part of the girl's body.