"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.