She gasped, amazed at the amount of jism he had poured into her so abruptly. She gulped it down. It warmed her belly like fine cognac and no sooner had she swallowed that thick, creamy mouthful than the horny fellow shot another boiling load into her face.
Whispering with ecstasy, Jayne swallowed his spunk as fast as he could deliver it.
She milked his prick dry and sucked for more, sorry that his delicious orgasm had ended so soon.
Harris sighed.
She drew her lips from his pecker-head and smiled up at him. Her lips were smeared with cream but her mouth was empty. She parted her lips and slid her tongue out so that he could see that no jism remained – she had swallowed every precious drop.
"That," she said, "was lovely."
"You said a mouthful!"
She laughed, teasingly, then said, "I swallowed a mouthful too… and I loved it. I never realized that you had such a big, tasty prick, or I might have sucked you off long ago."
But then who looked thoughtful.
"Of course, I only did it to get even with my husband far sixty-nining with some tramp…"
"Of course," Harris agreed.
He supposed that she was feeling a little guilty now that it was over, not really sorry that she'd sucked him off but needing to justify her actions.
"It serves him right," he said.
"It served me right, too. What a delicious serving you fed me, Reggie… I'm glad that I was forced to seek revenge on my husband."
Now Harris was not sure if the girl was looking for justification or not. She certainly didn't seem ashamed of what she'd done and the look that she was giving him was flirtatious and teasing, more than regretful or embarrassed.
He smiled uncertainly.
Jayne said, "But I'm wondering… I don't know much about these things, never having been a man, myself nor a trollop. Maybe you can tell me…"
"What's that?"
"When a man picks up a girl like Shirley… and they sixty-nine together… do they usually fuck, as well?"
"Errrr… I should think so."
"Then you suppose that Jonathon is fucking her cunt as well as her mouth?"
"I wouldn't doubt it."
"In that case, my revenge wouldn't really be complete unless you fucked my cunt, would it?"
Harris saw her point.
He grinned broadly and his cock, which had started to soften somewhat following the orgasm that he had poured into the girl's eager mouth, snapped right back up to a renewed hard-on.
"You're absolutely right," he said.
Jayne took her panties off.
CHAPTER NINE
Anna, having returned from the closet well fucked and well-sucked, was looking around for some more prick. No longer desperate for it, she figured that she could take her time and select a dick that truly appealed to her. In fact, she had an eye out for handsome Reginald Harris, whose tapered cock always interested her.
Valerie Parker strolled over.
Valerie was a good-looking woman with a slightly triangular face, narrow at the bottom so that her wide mouth seemed to stretch all the way across her jaw. She had big, wide-set eyes and her tawny hair was worn very short, almost cropped. She habitually wore mannish tweed suits and was a very efficient office manager, working under old man Benson, himself.
Valerie and Anna were friends.
Valerie had sucked Anna off a couple times.
That was the only thing they had in common – Anna's cunt – but it was a firm basis for friendship. Anna did not suck cunt, herself – although she knew that she really ought to, whether she wanted to or not, to affirm her belief in women's liberation, which she did not really understand. She was always more than willing to let a woman give her some head, however, both to prove that she was liberated and because it felt so damned good. She supposed that, being a cunt sucker, her friend Valerie was very liberated.
In fact, Valerie was not liberated at all.
She was a lesbian, pure and simple.
She knew all about women's liberation – a lot more about it than Anna did – but she hated the whole idea. Valerie believed that a woman should be soft and defenseless and unable to provide for herself. The fact that she was self-sufficient, herself, did not mean anything, because she was really a man in a woman's body, as far as she was concerned. She never tried to seduce a woman who thought herself equal to a man, preferring really feminine types. The only reason that she had sucked Anna off was because she realized that Anna, although she professed to believe in equality, was really only a tramp who didn't know any better – and had a tasty pussy, to boot.
"Having fun, honey?" Valerie said.
"Yeah."
"Been screwed yet?"
Valerie might have had ulterior motives in asking that, of course.
"Once," said Anna. "I had a nice fuck and we sucked each other off, too. In the broom closet."
"The broom closet!"
"Yet. It was with the janitor," Anna confessed, looking a bit sheepish.
"Good Lord! All men are nasty creatures, but a janitor? How could you?"
"Oh, it's like mountain climbing I guess. You climb on a prick because it's there."
Valerie smiled, then said, "Well, if you don't manage to get all you need tonight, I'll be happy to suck you off after the party's over."
"Thanks. I'll remember that. Right now, I was looking for Reggie Harris, though."
"Harris? He took Jayne in his office. Well, he followed her in, actually. But they've been in there for quite awhile, so I expect they're fucking."
"Damn! Jayne, huh? I didn't know she was like that. She said she wasn't. You can never tell about a girl."
"I was thinking the same thing. I never tried to get Jayne in bed because I figured she wouldn't go for it, but if she's screwing Harris, who knows?" Valerie gave a delicious little shudder. "I would certainly adore getting my head between those big thighs."
"Yeah? Well, I'd like to get a cuntful of Reggie's big prick, myself."
"I wonder…"
"What's that?"
"Maybe we could sort of separate them."
Anna considered that.
"Well, it's worth a try," she said.
There was nothing whatsoever separating Harris and Jayne, at the moment, except their hipbones.
Jayne was perched on the edge of the desk and Harris was feeding his long cock to her with relish, hit ass corkscrewing as he plowed in to the hilt. Her head and shoulders were thrown back and she was supporting herself on her hands, while her lush hips weaved a pattern into which Harris was fucking with resolution.
They had been fucking for some time.
Because Jayne had milked his cock and balls so expertly in her mouth, Harris was in no hurry to blow his wad again and was able to hold off, giving her a lovely, lingering fuck that was very much to her taste. And because he had given her a handjob not long before, she was thrilling to the fuck without feeling any urgency for the creamy culmination.
Presently, they decided to change positions. Harris pulled his thundering prick out of her creamy twat and stepped back. Jayne leaned down and gave his purple cock head a loving kiss, enjoying the taste of her own cunt juice on his sizzling shaft. Then she turned and leaned over the desk, her feet on the floor and her shapely ass sticking up in the air.
He stepped in and fed his cock to her again, from the back this time.
They commenced fucking.
Her ass heaved and bucked and his trim belly slapped against her bottom as he drove his fat dick up her hole from the back, thrilling her by approaching at this new angle.
He reached around her and cupped her tits in both hands as he rode her ass.
Jayne began to whimper, a series of short, sharp, "Ohs," and then a longer, wailing, "Oooooh…"
She knew that she was going to cream soon.
She was trying to hold off so that she could come at the exact moment that he poured his boiling scum into her cunt, but she knew she could not wait much longer. His cock, coming in from the back, was massaging her flaming clit with every long stroke.