Jane felt the inside fo her hole secreting an oily fluid which made Charlie's finger all the easier to manipulate. Now his tongue had reached the spread lips of her little vagina, and he dived in, his lips enclosing the end of her vagina. This strange section gave Jane the greatest thrill she had ever known in her short life and it also had a pleasurable effect on Charlie, whose body stiffened and squirmed as he made his now perfectly stiff prick pass in and out of Jane's quiff and gasped: "Quick, my dear, I'm going to come and catch it in your mouth. It's too precious to waste."
Jane thought this was the natural thing to do, so she slipped the head of his wrinkled penis between her lips and they finished in a mutual writhing of limbes as they both same, and Jane's mouth was suddenly flooded with a gush of sperm that you would not have believed aid Charlie to be capable of. He rolled over on his back and lay stiff for a few minutes, while Jane lay half reclining on the edge of the couch, the events of the last few minutes coursing through her mind in confusing rapidity.
She gazed at her quim, its lips still wet from the saliva drooling from her husband's lips, and she discovered the pouting end of her clitoris still peeking from the lips of her box. She rubbed it with her finger, and found that she got the same thrill that Charlie had given her some minutes before with his fingers and tongue. She soon reached the required temperature and spent again. It was then that she notices that her hips had been moving in rhythm with the titilating of her fingers, and that in shoving her fingers deeper into her boiling quim it reached some obstruction which stopped further entrance.
She looked at Charlie and saw that he was watching her, his eyes staring at her opened sheath and his lips crooked in a lustful grin. She let her eyes stray to his cock and at first could not see it. The hard ruddy monster had shrunk until it was almost hidden by the growth of black hair which covered his balls and grew up almost to his navel.
"Put your hands on it, my dear, and it will stand up to salute you again," Charlie said. Jane took the shdiveled prune in her hand again and petted it with her fingers. It responded by jerking a little but did not begin to swell at once. She finally manipulated it into a half hard and Charlie whispered: "Kiss it again and let your tongue glide over my balls. This it will make the old boy ready for action and I'll show you something still more delightful."
Without thought of shame Jane crammed the still flexible prick into her mouth and manipulated it with her apt tongue. It began to jerk, each jerk bringing more stiffness, and Jane thinking he was going to come sucked greedily on the head of the now stony cock. But Charlie pushed her away, pushing her over on her back and spreading her legs apart so that her quim stood exposed to his lecherous gaze. Charlie gave it a quick glance, enough to satisfy him that the hole was well enough greased with its own juice, and wasted no time in further parley.
With one leap he was between her thighs, began at once to rub the head of his john against the pouting lips of Jane's vagina. This gave Jane such a thrill of delight that she instinctively reared her thighs to meet the anticipated plunge. She felt a quick stabbing pain and cried aloud, l›ut her preceptor soothed her with: "That's just your cherry, my dear. Your little maidenhead just popped and now you can fuck until you drop, and there won't be any more pain."
Jane took him at his word and after letting the now raving joint soak in her combined blood and passion juice for a minute, she began pushing her belly forward as if trying to swallow not only his prick but his balls and ass. Charlie, now firmly seated in the saddle, met her assaults with parries of his ass guided prick, and they gave such a wild heaving that the servants gathered outside the door to eavesdrop on the fun could hear the rattling of the bedsprings. Jane was soon screaming beneath her breath, little cries of delirious pleasure as Charlie's pole pounded at her cunt, meanwhile he bit at her neck and rubbed and squeezed her titties, the nipples of which now stood as hard and erect as two pricks. The old boy, inspired by the ease with which he had raised a second hard, banged goatishly at Jane's white rounded ass, and they soon went into a fury of groans of delight as they both came again.
Both swooned as the last drop dripped from Charlie's rod, he sagging limply on her prone body, and his shriveled prick soon slipping from the hole and hanging wetly against the cheeks of her ass. After a minute he came to and rolled weakly off and he rested for some time before he could reach for the wine bottle. But the bottle held no more reserve power for Charlie's war battered cock, and when Jane, feeling the burn of unsatisfied lust, began playing with it with fingers and tongue it merely jerked a couple of times and lay limp. "Come on, Charlie, you started this business and you've got to finish it.
Make that thing of yours get hard or get me somebody with a hard one. I want some more and I want it quick."
"Give me just a little more time, my pretty one," old Charlie chuckled. "Such an exhibit of horniness on your part is bound to excite old Roger here to stand up and salute you." With that he grasped his diminished pecker in his hand and began frigging it madly with his fingers. But despite his tickling and frigging the jade member refused to come to life, and then Jane had an idea.
'Well, Charlie, if you can't get that thing hard get down here and use your tongue again. I think I like for you to suck it better, anyway." Charlie wasted no time in diving into this delectable feast, because eating cunt was something that never needed a second invitation to him. While he licked and sucked at Jane's cunt and asshole Jane played with his prick and balls so that it finally gained a half hard again. Soon she was spurting another gust of goo into Charlie's eager mouth and she pushed his head away with a wild heaving of her buttocks, at the same time throwing her legs even wider apart and crying: "All right, see if you can put that thing in again and keep it hard until the juice runs out of it. And if you don't you may as well go to sleep because I am yoiny out and fet that young chauffeur of yours and make him do it to me."
Charlie mounted again, his pole now slipping into the freshly opened cavity without trouble. Jane pitched and squirmed beneath him so that he could barely stay in the sadlle and as his last few drops of come oozed from the end of his tired prick, he fell back weekly and lay moaning about his back being broken.
"Not only is your back broken but also your thing," Jane said, as she noticed his prick had curled up and lay almost hidden in his brush of hair. Then she started rubbing the clitoris with her finger again as Charlie had left her unsatisfied. Now it happened that the chauffeur Jane had referred to was standing outside the french windows opening onto the gallery and he heard Jane's threat to give him a fuck. He had witnessed all of Charlie's tricks and his huge young prick was straining at the fly of his pants.
It had almost shot off in his pants when he saw Charlie licking at Jane's cunt because Frank (that was his name) was a Frenchman and he loved to suck a pussy better than he loved to eat. So given courage by Jane's remark a few minutes before, he unfurled his huge c$ck and walked boldly into the room, waving it in his hand as he walked.
— Jane looked up in surprise, but after seeing the huge bludgeon which Frank held ready she cast convention to thew inds and decided at once to receive this unannounced caler. However, she decided to have a little fun with the handsome young devil, so she drew back in mock anger, covering her cunt and breasts with her hands and frowning. "What do you mean, my man?" she cried. Do you think you can walk in here with that big thing as an introduction and substitute for my husband?"