glutton. His excellent tongue ran madly on every surface and pistoned in and out of her cunt rapidly almost like a penis, but smaller and so much more flexible. He gave her the best head he knew how and added an index finger.
Finally, he slowed down, she let her legs dangle and fall away a little from his cunt-smeared mouth. She snaked one foot downward and rubbed her soft big toe on his rock-hard shaft. 'Stand up now, Rodney, let me look at it.'
He got up abruptly and took a short step forward to meet her sitting up on the couch. She kissed his throbbing penis and rubbed her face against it slowly, draping it with her long blonde hair on each turn. His legs tightened, and he thrust forward a little. She gripped his erect tool at the base and jerked softly, moving her hand up just an inch or so. Her mouth opened wide and descended slowly, her tongue rubbing the big swollen head over and over again before her lips engulfed it and her warm soft sucking mouth moved far down the straining shaft. 'Mmmm,' he said. Her mouth embraced his penis hotly and sucked upward with a loud juicy noise, then moved down again slowly with that soft sucking pressure that feel like a different kind of cunt.
Her hands caressed his hips and stroked the cleft of his hairy behind, stroked his balls. He looked to his right and saw the open window.
'Wait a minute, Janey. Wait, let me draw the shade.'
He walked over to the window with nothing but an unbuttoned shirt on, his cock bouncing manfully as he walked. Just before pulling the shade, he saw a woman looking at him from the window across the street. Oh no, he thought with a smile, that single woman. He felt more amused than embarrassed. It was kind of exciting, too.
He walked over where Janey lay nude and languid. He took off his shirt and she took his penis in hand again, stroking the hard organ from top to bottom of its up-jutting form. Then she licked it all over without once taking it into her mouth.
'Come on, let's go into the bedroom, Janey.' He walked in side-by-side with her, his hand on her ass. She got down on the bed on her hand, and knees. She looked wild. 'Do you want me to suck you some more, or do you want to fuck me?' she said fiercely.
Rodney smiled. 'I don't care.'
She shook her ass at him. 'Fuck me then. I'll suck you some more later. Fuck me here.' She spread her ass cheeks so that he could see the puckered hole of her anus. It moved slightly as he got on the bed behind her and rubbed the tip of his penis up and down the centre of her cleft. He went and got a little lubricating cream and came back to the bed. He put some on his fingertips and rubbed it on his cock, then rubbed it on the hole and around it. Meanwhile she reached under them with one hand and tickled his scrotum, feeling the skin thicken in excited corrugations, feeling the contours of his big tight balls. She grabbed them with her whole hand and squeezed them firmly but not hard. Her fingertips rubbed the hairy base of his rod, then she brought her hand back front of her to steady her body.
The lip of his swollen penis head nosed into the outer millimetres of her asshole. She stiffened with passion and then made an effort to relax, feeling him nudge forward little by little. She opened and closed her sphincter quickly, trying to get a grip on his penis. Finally her anus bloomed and sucked the entire cock-head. Her rectum spasmed, then slowly relaxing, it clung to his tool. The pressure was wonderful. The skin tingled, and his penis throbbed to complete the process accelerated by his slow sliding far into and occasionally slightly out of her ass. Her rectum squeezed him steadily and his body jerked forward. Passionate, he grabbed for the rest of her body, which quivered under the caress of his hands and chest. His fingers trailed across her body, touching her nipples which felt hot and spicy. He stroked down her mid-line, from breast-line to pubic, touching her stomach and rubbing around her pussy. His balls caressed her soft inner thighs and sometimes her vagina jerked his member quickly, pulling out an inch or two, then pushing back in. Her pubic hairs felt electric to his fingertips, which rubbed them softly, feeling their swell, their prominent bush-like thrust. He pressed it down into a mat, rubbed her cunt flesh and made her jump. The snake of pleasure coiled and coiled in his tubes, waiting for the signal to spring. She moved a hand underneath and caressed his nuts. They were both breathing heavily, engrossed like dogs in what they were doing, too excited to talk. He was about to come. He twiddled her clit and felt her tighten around him in excitement. He jerked more and more, yelling as the organ took hold, pumping through him from his sucked-in bottom to his sperm-spitting head. After many flashes of penile ejaculation, he moaned with extended soothingness. Her vagina twitched a few times over his fingertips, which he slid up and down her wide open lips softly. He softened slowly, withdrawing from her bottom, and they both moaned and sighed when the limp organ finally slipped out, leaving a whole between them which they bridged with an embrace and a few hard, friendly kisses.
They lay in each other's arms sleepily in the warm bed. A sheet and blanket covered them up to the elbows. 'Rod,' said Janey, 'you are wonderful. I've never been able to fuck like that, but with you — I could do it a lot…'
'You are the best woman in the world to me,' said Rod, thinking how no one ever let him come to explosively so often. They caressed each other in preparation for sleep, and fondled the sex of the other. They dozed in a great empty dreaminess, surrounded by the feeling of being together. Slowly they dreamed in visual images, coming around again and again to naked people passing before their eyes, quickly. His penis was throbbing against her hand as he came awake the middle of the night enough to glance at her. The eyes were closed and her mouth was small and breathing like in sleep. Her hand was pumping him slowly. He stiffened more and his heart raced loudly. She squeezed his penis harder and pumped faster it faster until he came again, spurting abundantly to the oblivion that covered them almost immediately.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day at the office some of the other women winked at her flushed and ebullient expression. Rarely did she have such a good time working, rushing around, and having constant opportunities to bull-shit with employees to customers to execs, who looked over her in a glance approvingly as she laughed at their white haired nonchalance and polite decorum. Maureen called her later. 'What are you doing tonight?'
'Planning an orgy,' answered Janey.
'Why so? How so?' demanded Maureen.
Janey laughed with her coworkers nearby, who'd been attracted by the blind assertion. The gaze between everybody was like a common crystal of sudden goodwill and humour. That smile is all-important. 'Yeahhh,' said Janey, 'I feel friendly enough to call up all the swingers in town — the old crowd, you know.'
'Huh? What are you talking about?'
'Let me ask you the same thing.'
'I called to see if you were free tonight.'
'Oh, I'm always free, honey?'
'You know I mean do you want to go out with me?'
'Where?'
'Mm — have to think about it.'
'OK. Give me a ring at 7:30. I'm going to be alone.'
'OK.'
The time went fast till quitting. Janey breezed out of work and drove home. Now and then a woman dressed in a dark stole appeared briefly in the crowd on the sidewalk. The garments really looked smart and comfortable. Janey wondered how long it would take to get one.
At home she lay down for a while, silent in the hazy late afternoon sun. She lit up in the sun and smoked a cigarette, a very light brand. The town was kind of obscure inn the glare and her reverie. The dream of French love. The neighbourhood seemed to be simmering. It was full of possibilities. What awaited her next? She sat up, her tits moved briefly, and dreamed, with legs drawn up under the smoke of her light cigarette.
Duke got up from the floor, swallowing a whine, and padded over to her, pressing his cold nose against her stockinged leg and sighing relaxedly with a placid show of alertness, jaw resting squarely on her calf.
She felt tipsy, then all of a sudden released she was being buoyed by the subtle but definite sense of
