Jerry tore his mouth away from hers and buried his face against her shoulder, "Awww, shit!" he swore softly, slumping with misery and shame.
Gently, Diane stroked his back, soothing him.
"It's all right," she assured him. "Really, it's all right."
Jerry was too ashamed to answer. He was panting softy as his prick retreated from her depths, shriveling uselessly in her hot cunt. His groin ached with a satisfaction he knew she was not feeling.
"You're not done yet," she whispered encouragingly, pushing him onto his back on the couch. "Not if I have anything to say in the matter."
Jerry was wallowing in guilt and disgust. He didn't particularly care what happened. He couldn't even commit adultery effectively. He might as well have been patronizing a whore.
"You're not done yet," Diane repeated, getting to her knees and moving down the couch, away from his head. "Not by a long shot." She was totally confident of her abilities. She was ready and wining to do anything for this man. She was not going to leave him wallowing in his misery, believing he had left her unsatisfied. She also knew that, as things were, he would not believe that she was satisfied just to have his cum dripping slowly out of her cunt.
Carefully, she captured the slimy, cum-coated sausage of his prick. His cock seemed to hang its head in shame in her graceful fingers. Tenderly, lovingly, as if she were soothing a distressed child, she lifted Jerry's prick and kissed its tip gently. She tongued it, tasting the salty metallic flavor of his cum and her oozings all mingled together in a delectable blend. She took the rubbery knob of his glans in her mouth, encircling it with her lips, bathing it with her tongue. She sucked his cock into her mouth, sucking it in as if it were a huge strand of spaghetti.
Jerry wanted to reach down and stop her. He wanted to insist that she spare herself the effort and the humiliation of such an act, but he didn't. He lay rigid and still under her oral ministrations, tough he didn't know why. As some kind of a punishment for his sins he willed him body not to respond to her sucking. But his body refused to obey. The burning rasp of her tongue ripping along the sensitive nerve endings in his glans triggered a renewed flow of burning blood to his cock. He felt the gates that admitted blood to his prick opening to the flow. And he felt the valves that restricted the escape of blood from his prick slamming shut. The untiring pump of his heart rammed wave after wave of blood into the chambers of his cock, and his organ swelled and swelled and swelled.
"Aaaawww," Jerry sighed harshly with a mixture of burning pleasure and blazing guilt and searing shame. He lifted his head and glanced down at his groin. The sight of the top of Diane's head suspended on the swelling, growing shaft of his cock sent a renewed rush of lust and shame through him. He let his head drop back down on the couch. He stared blindly at the ceiling, trying to make his mind a blank. All that did was focus his attention on how Diane's mouth felt around his cock. He felt the pricking of her teeth for a moment, then the rubbing velvety softness of her tongue. He felt her sucking his prick, and felt the delightful surge of blood this triggered.
Diane sucked on his cock eagerly, thrilled with the rapid response she was getting. She loved the way it drove anxiously toward the back of her mouth and wedged her jaw wider and wider with every throbbing beat. It was tangible, undeniable evidence of the effect she had on him. Also, it was an indication of the pleasure she was able to give.
In her current position she was better able to appreciate the size of Jerry Anderson's cock. The tower of gristle between her jaws was unbelievable, a living, thrusting monument of male desire.
Her cunt was dripping with frustration as she sucked and sucked on Jerry's cock. Finally, she had to have his prick in he where it really counted. She spat his cock out and crawled upward straddling his strong, hairy legs, feeling his masculine harshness against the satin tender insides of her thighs.
She reached his hips and stared down at him. Her face was flushed with lust, her chin dripping with saliva and the juices that had coated his cock. "Now," she whispered. "Now this one is for both of us."
Jerry was helpless as he lay under her. He looked up hungrily at her naked torso as she straddled him, proudly upright, her full breasts thrusting forward, her nipples sharply erect with excitement.
Lifting his head, he could see her open crotch and he thick, black bush, already juicy and matted with his cum. Through the soggy curls he caught a glimpse of her pale outer labia, and the hot pink flesh of her super sensitive inner lips.
She lowered herself, and as he felt the harsh scratchiness of her thick patch, he could see the head of his prick pressing into her.
He clawed a pillow under his head to ease the strain on his neck muscles. He felt the burning touch of her flesh against the head of his cock. He felt hot, wet folds embrace the tip of his prick, and watched, fascinated, as still more of his shaft disappeared.
Reaching down, Jerry spread the upper end of her labia a little wider, and touched her clit delicately with one finger.
Diane's face lit up with a lightning-like flash of pleasure. Her body convulsed and she took in a full inch of his prick all at once. Her eyes blazed hot with unconcealed pleasure as she looked down at him. Her pretty mouth was as much a raw gash of sexuality as the pussy his cock was being driven into.
Grateful that he was able to please her, Jerry pressed his finger down on her clitoris and rolled it gently against her pubic bone.
"Ooooh, yessss," Diane whispered eagerly as she spitted her body on the tower of his prick. She squirmed her way down on his monumental bludgeon, her entire body wriggling and twisting as she took it into her guts. Her breasts heaved with excited panting, and her stomach muscles writhed and convulsed with spasms of excitement.
"Uuungggghhh!" she grunted softly as she felt the head of his cock ram the end of her vagina. She settled her hips down on his. She sat brutally erect, as if his prick were a ramrod running straight up inside her body. Her head was tipped back, her upper lip beaded with sweat in spite of the cool, dry, air-conditioned air in the office. Her face was blank, a mask of passion as she savored the feeling of fullness his marvelous cock was giving her.
More in control of himself now, Jerry kept his finger on the button of her clit, rolling it gently. Then he pinched it carefully between his thumb and forefinger, as if he were plucking a very tender berry.
"Aawww!" Diane responded, writhing on the hot core of his cock, her body convulsing with pleasure. She felt his mammoth cock shifting in the hot, gripping sheath of her cunt.
Jerry delicately twisted the nubbin of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger again, his prick swelling still further at the sight and feel of Diane's pleasure. The sensation of her wriggling on the spear of his prick sent still another flood of blood into his already bloated cock.
Diane lifted off of him, and his prick slowly emerged from her, dripping wet, shining white in the black of her pussy hair. She lifted until she almost lost him, keeping just the tip of his cock cupped in her cunt.
Then she dropped, ramming his cock abruptly into her crotch. "Wharrrr!" she grunted, the air driven from her lungs by a convulsion that racked her entire body.
Jerry began pinching her clitoris in time with her up and down movements, and Diane thought she was going to faint with pleasure. She felt like an animal being roasted on a spit as flames bathed her body. Her muscles convulsed and twitched. A tidal wave of fluids burst from her glutted cunt and poured onto Jerry's already soaked pain.
Diane lifted again, and dropped, harder and more sharply this time. She gored herself on the cock in her guts. She lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped. Her body slammed down on Jerry's with a lewd, slapping sound. Her breasts quivered and shook at each impact. Her tongue lolled mindlessly from her mouth, making her look retarded. In a way she had become just that, since her intelligence was blotted out by the overwhelming animal pleasure that was roaring through her graceful bucking body.