"Coming… I'm coming…" she whimpered.
But Jonathon already knew that.
He could feel her cunt melting around his cock like a wax candle around a hard wick.
Her clit was working against his prick like a soft file, swollen and throbbing.
His big pecker swelled mightily as he thundered into her remorselessly.
Jayne shuddered.
Her eyes opened wide, as if she were amazed at the magnitude of the thrill that had seized her. Her whole ripe body began to tremble and vibrate.
Then he joined her at the peak, groaning low in his throat and then howling like a beast in torment.
His balls exploded.
The thick sap rushed up his prick in a creamy jet and poured into her cunt like a volcanic eruption. He shot as he plowed in, spilling his jism in the very depths of her loins. Then he pulled back and slammed in frantically, in time to pour his second creamy wad into the depths.
His cum mingled with her cunt juice and the combined oils pumped from her cunt as he pistoned in, forced out by his fat pump, soaking her crotch and his belly and spurting onto his balls as they jammed tight.
He spurted a third load into her, and yet a fourth.
Each time he shot up her, her cunt responded by pumping out another hot gush of cunt juice.
At last he was drained.
His cock was still stiff and he held steady, panting, while Jayne squirmed and writhed beneath him, working out the terminal spasms of her own orgasm.
She smiled up at him.
"Oh, that was lovely…" she purred.
Jonathon leaned down and kissed her on the lips, running his tongue into her mouth, then ducked lower and kissed each taut, vibrant nipple.
His prick was still hard as an iron bar, still buried up her flooded hole. Although he had just emptied his balls of a huge creamy load, they were already starting to swell up with a renewed charge.
Usually, when they both came quickly, as they just had, Jonathon was inclined to leave his cock inside her cunt, waiting for a few moments, and then starting to fuck a second time – a longer, slower, more leisurely but equally thrilling fuck culminated by a second heavy climax.
They were both highly sexed. A single fast fuck never satisfied them for long.
But there was no time now.
Regretfully, he looked at his watch.
Ruefully, he said, "Damn! I guess we'll have to take a rain check on seconds."
"I'm afraid so. But it won't be long… and remember, I promised you a lovely blow job when I get home."
That was not a promise that horny Jonathon was likely to forget.
He slowly pulled his dick out of her cunt.
Her cunt lips slurped on the departing slab of cockmeat, loath to give it up.
His cock came out stiff, then slowly started soften.
Vacated, her open pussy flooded with their mingled juices. When she stood up, her pussy squished moistly, causing her to giggle. His prick quivered, sinking down but quite ready to rise again, given the opportunity and the reason and the place to fit.
But there was not time.
He watched his sexy wife as she walked to the bathroom to mop up her creamy crotch. He put his pants on again. She came back to finish dressing. She sheathed her hot cunt in a pair of very brief, transparent panties, and Jonathon frowned for a moment. Why was she wearing such sexy panties to the party? he wondered. But then he grinned at his absurd suspicions. Jayne did not own any panties that were not sexy, he remembered. It was as simple as that. He felt a bit sheepish at having thought otherwise.
She wore a jade-green sheath dress that clung to the lush curves of her body. He could not help but notice that her stiff nipples made little points in the material and that it clung tightly at the back, so that the crack of her ass could be glimpsed as she moved.
But he trusted her.
He drove her to the office.
CHAPTER TWO
Although Jayne was not very late, the offices were already filled with merrymakers, well-dressed men and fashionable girls standing around with drinks in hand, a little formal as yet, a bit stiff and self-conscious – but that was a condition that would change once they had drained those glasses a few times and lost their inhibitions.
Jayne had been told that the Benson Company was famous for the annual office party and that even old man Benson himself was inclined to join in the festivities. If he'd had any hair, it could have been said that he let his hair down. So she was looking forward to the evening – and looking further towards the happy prospect of getting home, in due course, to find a delicious slab of cockmeat awaiting her.
Several young executives noticed her arrival and greeted her in friendly fashion.
She was surprised that they all not only knew her first name, but used it.
Someone handed her a martini.
She sipped it and giggled as she wondered what effect the gin and vermouth would have on her tastebuds, hoping they would not dull her appetite for Jonathon's prick. She decided that a nice snack of cockmeat and cum would be just the thing to complement the taste of a martini.
Anna Darwin wandered over to talk to Jayne.
Anna was a slender, dark-haired woman with flashing eyes and pert, upthrusting tits. She wore a silken dress that rustled around her pelvis as she moved and, like Jayne, she wore no bra. Her tit tips pressed twin points against the material. Her ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, sheathed in tight silk. She was a very popular girl, mainly because she fucked a lot. She claimed to be a woman's libber but had only a vague idea what that movement was all about, believing that mainly it meant that a woman had equal rights to orgasm and seduction. Those principles were well suited to her oversexed nature and thus she felt an obligation – as well as a desire – to screw any man that she could. Proud of her equality, she often boasted of her conquests. But she was so open and direct and artless, naive, really, that no one resented her behavior or her pride therein.
She said, "This is your first office party, isn't it, Jayne?" She smiled and tapped her teeth against the rim of her glass, regarding Jayne speculatively.
"Um-hum."
"You should have been here last year. Wow! It was really a blast."
"So I've heard."
"I hope it works out as good this year."
"Everyone seems a bit stiff so far."
Anna giggled.
"Oh, they'll loosen up once they've had a few drinks," she said. "And the looser a man gets, the stiffer his prick is liable to become."
Jayne blushed.
"I balled four guys last year… and that was before I got too drunk to remember. I think half a dozen others gang banged me, but I'm not sure."
"It doesn't seem to bother you."
"Of course not. A woman is entitled to get gang banged whenever she wants. That's a tenet of liberation."
"Oh," said Jayne.
Jayne considered herself a woman in the natural sense and, therefore, was not much interested in women's liberation, but she could see that there were certain advantages in the movement if you approached it the way that Anna did.
"But you aren't married, are you?" she said.
"Naw, nor likely to be. I play the field."
"But I am."
"So?"
"Well, a happily married woman can't very well go around getting gang banged."
"I don't see why not."
"Well, gee…"
"As long as your husband doesn't find out."
"I just wouldn't feel right about it."
"To each her own. You're faithful to your husband, huh? Is he faithful, too?"
"Oh, yes."
"Sounds boring."
Jayne smiled and shrugged.
"Aren't you going to screw a single man tonight?" Anna asked, looking distressed at the thought.
"Of course not!"
"Everyone will think you're a prude. And you won't get a raise, either. I got three raises last year, just for doing what I like to do, anyhow. The secret is to get your boss real horny by playing with his dick or showing him your pussy or something like that, and then you tell him you won't let him fuck you because, being so underpaid, you don't feel entitled to fuck a rich executive, it works every time, as long as you get him hot enough to begin with."