But when he took his hand from the writhing girl's cunt, she gasped, grabbed his hand, and put it back to work.
"Don't stop," she cried. "Rub me. Keep rubbing me."
"But, but I w-want to fuck you," Dave stammered.
"Keep rubbing me," Mary said through clenched teeth.
Dave had no choice. The condition Mary was in demanded that he do what she said. He kept his fingers moving back and forth over the hard, little bump he'd discovered. But he still kept trying to free his cock with his other hand.
The whole bed was heaving like a boat in a storm by now. Dave continued watching Mary as she threw her body around crazily.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h!" she wailed in a crescendo of passion.
Finally, her body curled up as she lifted her head and shoulders from the bed. Then she straightened out, lifted her shoulders again, and collapsed limply. She pulled Dave's hand from her cunt. After her storm of lust, she was now surprisingly quiet. Only her tits moved as her chest heaved in deep breaths.
Dave scrambled to pull down his pants. Mary seemed to be waiting for him.
But before he could get his pants below his jerking prick, Mary came alive again.
"No," she said. "Don't."
Dave couldn't believe what he'd heard.
"But I want to fuck you," he said. "I thought you wanted me to."
He pulled his pants down to his knees suddenly. His cock sprang out and twitched mightily. Dave noticed Mary's eyebrows raise as she took in the sight.
But when he tried to mount her, she stopped him. Her legs were clamped together. Dave never felt so bad, so disappointed.
"I'll tell you what," Mary said. "I'll jerk you off."
He couldn't refuse. There was already a pearly drop of gism at the tip of his cock. And having this chick jerk him off would be exciting, he thought. But it still wasn't what he'd been after.
Dave sat back. Mary leaned over his lap. When he felt her delicate fingers take his cock into a firm grip his body stiffened. It had never felt so good when he grabbed his own prick.
It was obvious that Mary knew what she was doing. She began sliding his loose skin back and forth. Slowly at first, then faster, she pumped. But it was over almost before it had begun. In less than a dozen strokes, Dave's cum was erupting in a fountain of cream.
"Oh!" Mary said in surprise when she saw how high the gobs of gism leapt from his cock.
She kept pumping until very drop of cum had been wrung from him.
Dave had to admit that it was the orgasm of his life. And even if he still hadn't gotten fucked, this surely must be the next best thing.
"Wow, you really shot a lot of that stuff," Mary said as she wiped the gism from her hand with a tissue.
"Yeah. But I really wanted to fuck you," Dave said.
Mary just smiled. "We'd better get back to the party," she said.
She pulled up her pants as Dave watched. He was mopping up his cum as he saw her cunt disappear with regret. But he was no longer ignorant of that mysterious region.
"You go ahead," he said to Mary. "I'll be out in a while."
Dave wanted to contemplate what had happened. He sat there sniffing Mary's pussy odor on his fingers.
Now he realized that he shouldn't have kept tickling her cunt. If he'd waited, he could have brought her off with his prick. Then they both could have come in the best way.
Still, the hand job had been nice. And he did get a chance to study a cunt. But Dave had to get fucked, and soon. He was going out of his mind with the desire to plunge his cock into a hot cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
Ever since Jean peeked into Dave's room and saw his bouncing feet on the bed as he jerked off, she seemed to have a permanently leaking cunt. Every man she saw seemed a possible fuck. But she hadn't had a date in a while and there were no new prospects.
Jean worked in an office full of uninteresting married men and older women. The few guys worth fucking she had already fucked.
Letting her hands drop from the keyboard of her typewriter, she let them fall into her lap. Taking a fast look around, she noticed that, as usual, no one was paying any attention to her.
Under her fingers, her cunt was wet and hungry. Jean began to breathe faster as she thought of doing something outrageous. But only outrageous measures could give her relief. Usual masturbation wore off before her fingers were dry.
But when Jean did something really exciting, she could forget her horniness for hours at a time.
Now her brain was buzzing with a kinky idea. She casually slipped her skirt up her thighs toward her cunt. Then she pressed her fingers against the damp place on her pantyhose where her cunt lay hidden.
Damn pantyhose, Jean thought. In the good old days she would have had a garter belt and regular stocking son, and her cunt would have been available to her creeping fingers.
But no one was looking, so Jean quickly leaned forward and lifted her ass from her chair. At the same time, she pulled her pantyhose and panties down.
Now she could feel the cool seat of the chair on her bare ass. Her cunt was wetting the chair and her ass. Although she was going into a desperate fit of lust, all the other people in the huge office were still busily typing and filing and talking on the phone.
Jean tucked her fingers into her crotch. Her pantyhose and underpants were down far enough so she could finger-fuck herself easily.
As she slipped, a finger into her soaking cunt she began shifting papers around on her desk so that she would appear busy.
With her finger up her snatch she knew that she would have to rub herself off. She was too horny to be satisfied to merely diddle for a while. And she had to do it at her desk to make it truly exciting. After all, she jerked off so frequently it became second-nature, like breathing.
But this was a new wrinkle. Jerking off right at her desk was just the sort of thing she needed to provide a little thrill in her dull life.
Jean pushed her slender middle finger high up her cunt. The rest of her hand was crammed into the softness of her hairy mound. It would be easy to finger herself and remain quiet and still. But attracting attention to what she was doing would make for a bit more excitement than she wanted.
With her head bent over the papers she was shuffling back and forth, Jean looked like a woman at work. No one would wonder where her other hand was.
She wiggled her finger, sending a current of kinky lust through her. Opening her mouth, she breathed hard but quietly. When she heard her chair squeaking she stopped her ass from wiggling and increased the twisting of her finger.
When she touched her clit with her thumb she couldn't help gasping. But she turned that gasp into a yawn. No one expected that there was a secret masturbator in their presence.
Jean moved her ass to the edge of her chair so that her cunt was hanging over the edge. That way she could tickle her asshole at the same time that she fucked her pussy with her finger. And now she was using her thumb more vigorously on her cunt.
"Here you go, Jean," a voice suddenly said above her.
Jean looked up. There was Mark, the office boy. He was holding a big stack of folders out toward her.
"The boss said you were waiting for these reports," Mark said.
She had been waiting for them, but she didn't need them now. But there was nothing to do but take them. She reached for the stack of folders with her free hand. The stack was much too big to hold in one hand, though.
When the folders began sliding, about to spill, Jean automatically pulled her hand from her cunt to rescue them. She heard the elastic of her undies snap. The unmistakable odor of her sizzling cunt drifted to her nostrils.
Jean felt her face turn red. If she could smell her cunt, she figured, Mark could too. And how could he have missed the snap of her underpants?