"You look great, Jill, I said, and meant it.
"I'm in a real hot, frantic mood, baby," she returned, her eyes burning into mine. "I'm so hot I doubt that even you can satisfy me this time. How about it?
Want to have a go at it, Bull?"
I pretended not to understand her. "Have a go at what, Jill?" Seeing I had left the door standing ajar, I now closed it quickly. "What are you talking about?"
I added for good measure.
She whirled about on one heel like a high-school girl, and when she had made the complete circle, put her arms about my neck and pressed her tummy against mine. Her tummy stuck out and for some reason this reminded me of a female dog in heat, upon seeing a male, thrusting out its twat as if asking the male to enter it quickly. I became hard immediately – there was something so damned wanton about her behavior. I enjoy being with a very wanton type of woman, sometimes. Sometimes? Hell, all of the time. Give me the wanton every time and you can have the nicey-nice girl, though I'm quick to admit that the wanton can bore a guy after a time – but only after a time. Again she pressed her tummy against mine as if begging me without words to stick it into her as far as I could. My rod was very hard now and as I put my hands behind her and pulled on her buttocks, she pressed her tummy against my hard on and moaned.
"God… I'm hot… baby…," she murmured. "Can you think of some different way to give It to me this time?"
I thought for a moment. "How would you like to sit on my lap…?"
She broke in. "I'd like to sit on your free, baby. Oh boy, would I like to sit on your face and rub my cunt across your lips while you tongue me off"
"It seemed to me we did that bit quite a few times last time," I commented dryly. "I thought you wanted to try for something new." I sank down onto a chair and she obligingly straddled me, her dress being forced high on her thighs and revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing panty-hose but the ordinary type of stockings. Seeing her bare flesh above her stockings made me extremely hot and I was ready to sink the shaft in her then and there.
She must have been reading my mind, for she fumbled with my zipper, got it all the way down, and reaching into my pants, grasped my quivering penis with her hand. She pulled it forth and began to jack it in the most maddening way imaginable.
"Hey," I cautioned, "if you don't stop that, I'll blow off all over your clothes."
She glanced at the windows, evidently to see if I had drawn the shades properly and when she noted I had done so, she lifted herself off my lap long enough to pull down her panties. Immediately upon removing them and tossing them aside, she straddled my legs again, and taking my cock in her hand, steered it into her wet cunt as she settled down over me, writhing her hips this way and that until I was in her all the way to the hilt. I could feel a pulse beating inside of her. It was rapid.
"You're very hot, aren't you, Jill?" I asked, knowing, of course, that she was and very much so. "Say something passionate to me, baby."
She kissed my lips wetly, briefly, and proceeded to comply. "Would you mind, sir, if I jacked you off with my cunt. My cunt had a great need to jack off your whang." She held her head to one side much like a puppy dog listening for the voice of its master.
I grinned. "You may indeed jack me off with your cunt, my dear lady. Your cunt, by the way, feels very warm and throbby tonight. Any particular reason for this?"
"You might say, sir," she continued in that same mock vein, "that my cunt is anxious to receive the hot, thick offerings of your honorable prick."
"Whew," I said, strangling with laughter, "what a way to put it. I take it you want the full spray job."
"Yeah, baby, fill me with your gob," she cried, kissing my lips passionately again and this time holding her lips against mine for a long time.
She writhed her hips about and I could feel the tug of her box on my whang. She was actually attempting to jack me off with her cunt. Just thinking about this caused me to release a bit of fluid and when I did so she moaned and kissed my lips wetly.
"Oh… I love the feel of your stuff squirting up me, baby. Squirt some more, a little at a time."
I was about to do exactly that when a loud knock came on the front door. I whispered to Jill to remain quiet until whoever was there would go away. She nodded, but then, womanlike, she spoke. "Who do you suppose it is, baby?"
The knocking had started up again on the door and it continued no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, so finally I told Jill to get up from my lap. When she stood up, my prick, being buried in her box, seemed to follow her for a few inches. I could have brained whoever it was at the door. Probably some damned salesman, or maybe the paper boy come to collect for the papers. I saw Jill scoop up her panties from the floor and put them on hastily while I zipped up my pants, examined the front of them for tell tale spots, saw none, and proceeded toward the door. The knocking had stopped now, but I opened the door a few inches just the same.
There was a girl standing on the porch. She was well-dressed and carried a purse. She looked to be about twenty-one and was decidedly a brunette, a very pretty one, too, I might add.
I smiled at her. "Hello. May I help you?" I sounded like a clerk in a store, but the hell with that. I like to say whatever comes into my head to pretty young girls.
"Hello, sir," she said. "I'm Nora Doans. I'm new in this town and I'm looking for a room, temporarily, that is. I'm one of the new teacher at Hill Elementary School and-er-well, they failed to make any arrangements for me to have an apartment, or even a room for that matter. I… "
"You mean you want to rent a room here, in our house?" I asked with far too much bluntness. Hell, the way she looked, I would have let her move in for nothing immediately.
"I know this is an imposition, to put it mildly, sir, but do you suppose your wife would mind talking to me about renting a room?" She seemed upset and nervous about it now.
I glanced over my shoulder when I heard a certain sound and did so just in time to see Jill leaving the house through the rear door. I was about to call out to her when she turned and winked at me mischievously and then stepped all the way outside, closing the rear door after her. Now why on earth had she left? What caused her to do a thing like that? I knew the answer immediately. Jill wanted me to invite the girl inside and put the make on her. While I was doing this Jill would slip back inside the house and watch me taking the girl. In spite of the fact that the girl was looking straight at me, I smiled slightly – that darned Jill, and her everlasting desire for new kicks.
"My wife-er-" I began, "isn't at home right now, Miss… what did you say your name was, please?"
"Nora Doans." The brunette smiled slightly at him and he saw how breath takingly beautiful she was. Her teeth were absolutely perfect. Her body was stacked like mad. "Nora Doans," she repeated more clearly, as if thinking he hadn't heard her correctly.
"As I was saying, Miss Doans, my wife isn't at home right now, but you're welcome to come in and wait. Naturally, I couldn't very well tell you, you could have a room without consulting my wife. She runs the household."
The brunette smiled and she was even more breathtakingly lovely now. I felt my penis growing hard again and wondered if the bulge I felt at the front of my pants was noticeable.