At last he stopped coming.
A few last drops oozed out.
Brenda kept sucking, milking him dry. His prick began to soften in her mouth. She drew her lips from his cock and used her nimble tongue to gather up the errant drops that had run down onto his balls. Semi-hard, his cock swayed up and down in her face and she mouthed his prick again, snapping up his cockhead like a frog catching a meaty insect. She had drunk a huge load of spunk but she wanted more. His cockhead flared, going up and down, swelling and diminishing and then, as she kept licking and sucking on the tasty slab, his prick started to swell and harden all over again. Brenda knew how to keep a prick stiff. She sucked him back to full hardness, then drew her mouth away and glanced up at his face from under her fluttering eyelashes. She was giving him his choice, quite willing to suck him off again, but equally willing to have him fuck her cunt if he chose.
Jonathon drew her to her feet.
He stepped aside and Brenda leaned over the desk, her tits bobbing under her, her ass hiked up, her feet widespread on the floor. He moved in behind her. Her cunt was soaking and steaming. She tossed her head, a happy smile on her cum-stained lips, her eyes narrowed with lust. Jonathon wrapped his hand around the root of his prick and guided the bloated cock-knob into her wet pussy. He began to move his prick around in her cunt slot, stirring her creamy pussy with his meaty cock. Her pussy was sucking, trying to draw him up the hot channel. She squirmed and her ass churned. Jonathon grasped her by the hip bones, the handles of her loins, and braced his feet. His ass tensed. Then he fucked the full length of his prick up her pussy.
Brenda wailed with joy.
She squirmed around that cuntful of swollen cockmeat, grinding her ass back against his belly.
He drew out.
His cock was soaking with cuntjuice, and his prick steamed as the hot fuck fluids evaporated in the air.
He fucked in again.
His cockmeat hissed up her hole like a heated crowbar dipped into a cooling tub. His prick expanded, spreading her pussy out. Her cunt muscles dragged and pulled on him. He began fucking faster and harder, fucking his big prick into her, pulling out against the suction of her cunt, then fucking back into the depths of her pussy. His ass and hips jolted as he pumped the prick into her. She was trembling wildly, her whole body beginning to tremble as he fucked in and out of her cunt. His balls swung in and out, slapping against her crotch. A mist of cuntjuice drifted out as his big cock filled her cunthole to the brim. He dragged her back by the hips as he fucked in, pulling her pussy onto his prick like a tight fitting boot onto a club foot.
Her cunt started to melt around his cock.
Jonathon dipped from the knees and fucked his prick in with underslung strokes, so that the full length of his cockshaft was running across the girl's frenzied clit. The thrill darted up her long, smooth, trembling thighs, meeting the sensation that was already crashing across her belly. A great tide of feeling surged through her hot loins, each successive wave coming higher and faster.
Brenda had begun a constant wailing now. Each time he slid his cock up her, she gave a short, sharp exclamation as if she just could not believe she was getting such a welcome load, as if he was surprising her again and again each time he fucked into her pussy.
Then, as he withdrew, his prick coming back out of that steaming gash, dripping and smoking like a poker from a fire, she repeated the sound, but longer and softer and more drawn out, quavering.
Slamming home to the hilt, Jonathon grunted.
His jism squirted into her, hosing her pussy with a hot stream, under such pressure that her limber pelvis was tilted and her ass jumped. He poured dose after dose of thick fuck juice into her, and her pussy responded with a great deluge of cunt nectar as they glided wildly together, working off their simultaneous orgasms.
Brenda slid across the desk, arms and legs spread out, a huge smile on her face.
Jonathon drew his prick out of her foaming pussy.
He was mildly surprised and not at all displeased to find that, despite his two recent climaxes, his cock remained rigid. When she twisted around and looked back and noticed this, Brenda was even more pleased than Jonathon. She didn't wonder why her boss was so particularly horny today. Brenda was not a girl who looked for motivation and, if she got plenty of prick, she didn't wonder why such potency had been inspired.
If she had realized, she wouldn't have cared anyhow.
Brenda was not the jealous type.
But Caroline was suffering a sort of jealousy and wondering what she should do about it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It's really silly of me to feel this way, Caroline told herself. After all, it's not as if I was in love with Darleen. What we do together is just physical, just, fooling around. Why should I care if she's fooling around with some other woman? It isn't as if my husband were having an affair with that redheaded bitch. Well, maybe my pride is hurt, a little. I thought that Darleen loved doing it with me – not loved me, just loved doing it, there's a difference there. But maybe she likes to do it with Helen Ramsey more than with me. I wonder what Helen does to her that I don't? I don't see how she could be a better cuntsucker, certainly no more enthusiastic than I am – and I don't think her cunt would be any creamier than mine, for the other half of it. Does she use a dildo, maybe? Well, Darleen and I tried that, Darleen could have all the rubber prick she wanted, but we both decided we liked sucking more, so it can't be that. Maybe it's just the variety. That's probably it. I wonder if I'd like some variety, myself?
Caroline had not considered it before. She did not think of herself as a lesbian, nor even bisexual, and she had not thought of going to bed with women in general. She had been quite content to fuck around with Darleen. But now, thinking of Darleen making it with other women, it was natural for Caroline to start considering it.
She wondered which of the women she knew had ever fooled around like that, and which would be willing to. She could think of several girls that she wouldn't at all mind sucking off, but she had no idea how to approach them on such a delicate subject. It was the sort of thing that could be awfully embarrassing. If she suggested it and the other girl was scandalized or disgusted, Caroline would never be able to live it down. She would have to be very careful, working the conversation around to it subtly so that the woman got the idea without any definite suggestion from Caroline. Maybe with the help of that magic genie in the gin bottle, the way it had happened the first time with Darleen. Maybe just a little mild sex to begin with, just some feeling up or tit sucking until the girl got so hot that she would be receptive to more serious, and more enjoyable, amusements.
Or – what about Helen Ramsey?
If she's making it with Darleen, maybe she would like to make it with me, too. I'm certainly as sexy as Darleen – and it would serve her right, too.
She thought about Helen.
Caroline didn't know the spectacular redhead very well. She had met her a few times, as neighbors. She had seen her walking her dog, a big and robust elk hound, and wheeling a shopping cart around the supermarket. She knew nothing about her. She thought Helen was probably a divorcee, but she had no proof of it. Helen never seemed to have any visitors nor any boyfriends. What sort of girl was she? Could she be a proper lesbian, perhaps? Did she knew some lezzie secrets that pleasured Darleen better than Caroline, in her innocence, could?