coming so quickly upon each other that they began to merge into one long, lingering orgasm that reduced her to jelly.
Having fucked his wife earlier and then been jerked off by Shirley, Jonathon was a bit slower to come. But when he felt the girl's snatch turning to cream around his prick and heard her whimper with the thrill, it inspired him. His cock swelled up, filling her cunt so full of hot meat that there was no room left for the cunt juice that was pouring out of her. That thick cream was pumped out by his driving rod in heavy spurts each time he plowed in.
He was fucking her hard by this time, his hips driving spasmodically, his bloated balls slapping against her gyrating ass as he brutally buried his cock.
Then he was trembling at the peak and the randy little girl, sensing his climax was about to come, cried out, 'Shoot in me… fill my cunt with jism!'
Jonathon hosed her cunt with his cum.
Looking in the mirror, the girl sighed with pleasure as she felt his burning jism gush into her cunt.
He poured a second great spurt up her hole, then a third trickled from his cockhead, and the girl continued to come and come and come until finally they were both drained.
'It sure is fun, doing it in a bed,' she said.
Jayne's bed! he thought.
He stiffened, his cock still inside her cunt, expecting to feel a rush of terrible guilt and shame and regret.
But he felt nothing of the sort.
It may have been because his prick was still stuck up her and still, despite his orgasm, had not softened to any great extent, or it may have been because the affair was not yet over.
Only the initial orgasm had been spent, and there remained plenty of fucking and sucking to be done. But no matter what the reason, Jonathon felt no guilt or shame.
And he was just as glad of that.
He slowly pulled his prick out of her cunt hole.
Shirley looked down with an invested interest. When she saw that his big cock was still stiff, she smiled happily. She hadn't been worried, really, because she knew that if his tool had shrunk and gone soft following his cum, she would soon enough be able to suck it back to a fine hard-on. But seeing that it had remained rigid pleased her – it meant there would be no time wasted sucking on a soft cock. They could get right on with the business of fucking in all the various ways that were possible in a bed, all the ways that had proved awkward in a car.
Jonathon, too, was proud of his potency.
He knelt beside her, displaying his stiff cock and looking a bit smug.
'What now?' he said.
'Want to sixty-nine?'
'What a good damned idea!'
'I'll get on top,' she said.
Jonathon stretched out on the bed, his prick towering above his groin.
Shirley prepared to mount him, her cunt over his face.
He tried not to think about Jayne… who, at that moment, had just creamed on Reginald Harris' caressing hand.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shirley threw her leg across his head and sat down on his upturned face.
She was kneeling upright, facing his feet but not going down on him yet, wanting to get her cunt positioned just right before she took his cock in her mouth.
She squirmed around, shifting her hips, working her sodden snatch into his face. Jonathon had started to shoot his tongue up her hole and suck on her pussy the moment she fed it to him, but she worked, her crotch around until she was in the best possible posture to enjoy the thrill of being eaten out. The girl had always relished the idea of sixty-nining but, although she had tried it a few times, it was not the sort of thing that was easily accomplished in a car. A car was too confining. Once she had found herself sucking on the stick-shift lever by mistake, and wondering why it would not come. So now that she had a chance to sixty-nine in comfort, she was determined to make the most of it.
Finally she got her crotch placed just right on his eager face. She squirmed around for a moment or two, enjoying the hot tongue and sucking lips.
Then she bent over and took his prick into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down.
Her lips clamped around his stalk in a tight fitting collar and she took him as far back into her throat as she could, going right down on his cock towards his balls.
She hoped that she would manage to time it right, so that she could cream in his face at the exact moment that he fed her a load of delicious jism. It would be a true joy, she reckoned, to be swallowing cum at one end while it was flowing out of her at the other.
They began to grind together sinuously.
It was hard to decide which end was the more enjoyable, she thought. It was wonderful to have her pussy sucked but equally wonderful to have a mouthful of hot prick. And Jonathon was experiencing the same double pleasure, not knowing which he enjoyed more, the feast or the blow job.
As she worked her wet pussy around on his face, Shirley damped her thighs around his head tightly, muffling the man's ears, enveloping him in cunt and thighs and belly so that he seemed transported to another dimension where nothing existed but the juicy crotch upon which he was dining.
That was why, with his ears blocked, Jonathon did not hear the telephone ring.
Well in fact, he did hear it, but so faintly that he didn't realize what it was. He thought that the ringing was inside his head.
But Shirley beard it, all right.
The bell was muted and soft but her ears were not muffled – although her mouth was certainly gagged – and she knew perfectly well what it was.
Her first thought was to let it ring.
But then she thought that Jonathon was sure to hear it if it kept ringing and he might decide to answer it, interrupting the joys of sixty-nining.
Shirley didn't want that to happen.
Thus, there was only one thing to do.
Shirley answered the phone.
She pulled her lips away from the swollen head of his cock and said, 'Hello,' somewhat breathlessly.
Then, so that he did not notice that his cock had been abandoned and become suspicious, she popped that smoking knob back into her mouth and gave it a loving slurp.
She held the phone to her car.
'Hello? Who is this?'
'Shirley,' said the girl, speaking with a mouthful of hot pecker so that the word was somewhat distorted.
'I must have the wrong number…'
Shirley was not thinking too well, at the moment, with most of her mind concentrating on sucking and being sucked and so, thoughtlessly, she looked at the number printed on the phone and said, 'This is 642-7848.'
'Oh,' said Jayne.
There was a long pause, during which Shirley slurped with pure greed on Jonathon's cock.
'Well, who are you?'
Annoyed, Shirley took his dick out of her face and snapped, 'I just told you… I'm Shirley. But you can't be calling me. Because no one knows that I'm at this number. Except…' She giggled. 'Except Jonathon, and he sure as
