she had it angled correctly. She moved to the bed and checked, to make sure the mirror was positioned right, so that a fucker on the bed could observe the fucking.
Then, without further ado, she began to take her clothing off.
Jonathon watched her, his eyes glowing.
She pulled her tee-shirt off. Her tits were small and plump, firm pear-shaped mounds that made his mouth water and his prick suffer an uncontrollable upheaval.
Her shorts were already open from her finger fucking in the car. She pushed them down, squirming her hips out of them. She stepped from them, leaving them in a damp denim pile on the floor. Her pussy hair was as blonde as the long hair on her head, a curly mound that formed a perfect vee at the base of her belly and the junction of her thighs.
Seeing how interested he was in looking at her, the naughty nymphette slowly turned through a full circle, so that he could admire her naked body from all angles. Her little round ass jutted out. Her nipples were stiff and thrusting as he glimpsed them in profile, her torso was slim and her hips had just begun to spread into womanhood.
As he looked at her, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, enjoying the sight every bit as much as Jonathon did, for she had a touch of narcissism about her.
Then she went to the bed and stretched out, raising her knees and parting her thighs.
He looked at her cunt.
'Well, come on,' she said.
He fairly tore his clothing off.
He sat on the edge of the bed and began to run his hands over her lithe young body. She squirmed under his touch. He felt her tin and stroked her belly and then dipped a hand into her crotch. Her pussy sucked on his fingers as if it were a vacuum. Jonathon pushed his middle finger up her cunt. He pulled it out and pushed it in again, to the knuckle. She sighed contentedly. He added his index finger, fucking into her with both digits held stiffly together. He began using all four fingers. Her ass heaved and she arched her back, loving the sensation.
He used his thumb on her clit, moving it back and forth like a windshield wiper, as he finger fucked her with his whole hand, slowly and steadily.
Bending down, he began to suck on her tits, mouthing the stiff nipples in turn, then running his tongue up her cleavage and swooping around the velvet mounds as he circled back to the jutting peaks. Her nipples were pink, her mounds pale – her breasts looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries – a sensual sundae that the horny fellow found wondrously tasty and absolutely delectable.
He knew that her pussy would be delicious, too – although he hardly expected to find a cherry there.
As he sucked her tits and finger fucked her cunt, Shirley slid her hand down and folded it around the root of his big prick, pumping him slowly – but not steadily. She did not want to fall into a rhythm that might cause him to shoot in her hand, for she had far better places for him to spurt all that lovely spunk that had swollen his balls.
She watched all this in the mirror.
The reflected image turned her on every bit as much as did his mouth and hands.
She said, 'How much time have we got?'
'Hummm?' he whispered, with her nipple between his lips so that the sound was muffled by her tit.
'Before your wife gets home.'
'Plenty of time,' he croaked.
He raised his head and glanced at his watch. He was surprised to see that only an hour had passed since he left Jayne at the office building. Having been jerked off in the car, his sense of time had become distorted. At the party, just then, Reginald Harris had only started his attempted seduction of Jayne, and Anna had not quite finished milking the janitor's prick in the closet – time was moving slowly for all of them on this rare occasion.
'Lots of time,' he affirmed.
And he had been wondering how he was going to kill time until his wife got home to suck him off! The thought caused him to grin. Grinning, he lowered his lips to her throbbing nipples once more.
'Oh, good,' she said. 'Then we'll have time to do lots of things, huh? I mean, we don't have to just fuck and run? We can suck and all, too?'
'Um-hum.'
She writhed around a little under his mouth and hands, squirming luxuriously.
'Let's have a quick fuck first,' she suggested. 'A plain old man-on-top fuck, just for the hell of it. Then we can fool around with the variations. Okay?'
His cock was thundering in her hand and Jonathon had to agree that she had the right idea.
If they both got their rocks off expediently, the first time, then they could linger over the finer points of passion, enjoying a leisurely sucking session followed by some intricate fucking patterns.
He pulled his lips from her nipple.
He gave her cunt a final finger fuck and drew his hand away from her cream gash.
She released his prick.
Jonathon rolled over and mounted the girl. Although she had never been fucked in a bed before, she knew just how to go about it. It wasn't much different than getting balled on a blanket of a car seat, simply more comfortable.
She arched her back and tilted her crotch, angling her cunt to the proper elevation. Her trim ass lifted up from the bed and she cupped her cunt. Her thighs brushed over his legs as he knelt between her legs. He didn't enter her straight off, although both of them were quite ready to commence fucking properly. A product of his times, Jonathon had read the manuals and knew about women's liberation and felt compelled to use a certain amount of foreplay.
He placed the head of his dick against her slot and, bonding down began to tongue her nipples again.
But Shirley, having read no manuals but with plenty of practical experience in the field, was in no mood to linger there with a peckerhead rubbing against the outside of her smoldering cunt.
She threw her legs around his hips and locked her heels behind his ass and with a sudden jerk she pulled him close to her. His cock slipped fluidly up her well-lubricated hole, burying itself to the hilt.
She relaxed her scissor grip.
Jonathon pulled back.
When only his knob remained in her twat, Shirley tightened her thighs again, drawing his cock back into her pussy.
Jonathon began to get the picture.
He started fucking her with long, rippling strokes, driving every inch of his meat into her cunt, pulling out only to stab in to the roots once more.
Gurgling with desire, Shirley fell into the pace with him, pumping her hips in counter point to his thrusts, so that she was jamming her cunt down over his dong as he lunged in.
His ass flew in and out.
Her ass switched back and forth.
He thought: I'm doing it! I'm fucking a teenage trollop in my wife's bed!
And although he anticipated feeling shame and guilt, afterwards, the thrill was far too great, at the moment, for any such depressing emotions to come into his mind.
He gazed down at her pretty, pouty face.
Her head was turned to the side on the pillow. She was looking in the mirror, fascinated as she watched his fat meat push in and out of her juicy, pink pussy. Her cunt lips slurped on his stalk. Cunt juice was running down her crotch and onto her hiked-up ass.
The reflected image was so exciting that, combined with the fact that the naughty nymphette had been playing with her pussy in the car and that Jonathon had been finger fucking her and sucking on her titties, she began to rise towards the peak of passion almost immediately.
Whimpering, she creamed.
Wailing, she came again, only seconds after the first thrilling burst electrified her loins.
And then she began to go off in a series of spasms, peak after peak exploding in her cunt, the waves of lust
