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.