Anna gasped.
Andy thought that was as far as he was going to be able to penetrate – that she could take no more dick. Several inches of fat shaft still remained outside her mouth.
But then the talented cocksucker opened her gullet like a sword swallower. When she came down on him again, she took his peckerhead right down her throat. Her lips pushed all the way down to the hilt of his prick. Her chin rubbed against his bloated balls and her cute little nose nestled in his pubic thicket.
Andy moaned, almost fainting at the tremendous sensation of having every bit of his thundering prick encased in her hot mouth and throat.
She began to move up and down faster now, taking every bit of his cock into her head with each downstroke, then drawing back until only the tip was clamped in her eager lips.
Her tongue crisscrossed back and forth, laying the surface of his knob and stalk. She was sucking so eagerly that she seemed to be inhaling his prick right down into her lungs. She wanted his cum every bit as much as he wanted to give it to her. She was parched for jism, ravenous for the creamy culmination of this cocksucking.
She whimpered.
In fact, she was saying, 'Come… come… come in my mouth… give me your jism.' But the words were indistinct as she mouthed them around his cockhead, coming out only as a whimper. Her meaning was perfectly clear, nevertheless – it was obvious that she war begging for his cum.
Andy began to fuck into her face at a faster tempo, his hips jolting in, his huge prong rocking and buffeting her sweet face as it surged down her throat.
He had both hands on the sides of her face now, holding her to him as he screwed in and out.
Anna ran her fingertips up the inside of his thigh and cupped his bloated balls, squeezing gently, as if she wished to pump the spunk out of his balls by the pressure. Her other hand moved around his flank. She began to run her fingers up the crack of his ass, then to slowly work her fingertip up inside his asshole.
Fairly starved for jism, she sucked furiously.
'Gonna… blow…' he groaned.
Anna already knew that. His balls were ballooning in her hand as they prepared to burst.
'Ummm… ummm…' she urged.
Her cheeks pulled on him, her lips slurped, her hot tongue darted crazily over his knob and shaft.
Andy gave a strangled gasp.
He poured his cum into her throat.
His first spurt came out so heavy that her head was jarred on the explosive shot. She gasped and gulped as her mouth filled up with spunk. But she gulped it down as fast as she could, drinking every drop in order to make room for more. He blew a second geyser into her throat, then a third, skimming over the roof of her mouth and looping along her arched tongue as it sped back into her gullet.
His load was so vast that even such an avid cum drinker as Anna could not manage to swallow it all. Heavy cream bubbled from her tightly clamped lips and a line of white jism ran down her chin.
She milked him dry.
She continued to suck until she was positive that she had slurped out every succulent drop from his cock and balls, while Andy, feeling hollow, slumped back against the closet wall in exhaustion. His chest heaved as he panted. Anna continued to milk away until his prick started to soften. Then she slowly drew her lips away and tilted her head back, smiling up at him with cum-smeared lips.
Her tongue slipped along her mouth, gathering up the errant drops of spunk.
Ducking in, she lapped up a heavy dollop that had escaped her lips and run down onto his hairy balls.
His cock started to sag, going up and down as it softened through the fat length, the head starting to droop like a weight on the end of a plumb line.
'Jesus!' he gasped. 'That was the greatest blow job I've ever had!'
Anna licked her lips contentedly.
'Janitor jism is delicious,' she said.
CHAPTER THREE
When Jonathon dropped Jayne off outside the offices of the Benson Company, he did not drive off immediately. Instead he watched his sexy wife walk into the building. Her sweet, juicy ass moved like a pendulum. At the doorway, she turned back to wave to him. Her tits, in profile, thrust put like fat shelves.
His cock shot straight up, pushing his pants up in a pillar that rose so high that the tip bumped against the rim of the steering wheel.
Then Jayne went into the building.
Jonathon sighed.
He looked ruefully down at his pecker.
Thank God I had a fuck before I drove her to the party, he thought. If I'm this hot and hard now, think what it would have been like if I hadn't poured a load of spunk into her sweet pussy before we left!
Even as it was, Jonathon was not sure that he could wait, ignoring his raging prick, until lame came home to give him the promised blow job.
He was damned well going to try, certainly but he was not too hopeful of success.
He thought that he might have to take his cock in hand and whack off a couple of times when he got home. He hated the idea, for it seemed a terrible shame to waste such a lovely load of jism on his hand when his wife had promised to drink it later – but it might be necessary. He felt as if his balls might explode otherwise.
He put the car in gear and started home.
Driving was complicated by the fact that his cock kept getting in the way, sticking up like an extra gear shift, demanding that he shift gears. He tried to ignore it. He drove slowly and cautiously.
Then he saw the hitchhiker.
It was a girl, young and pert and pretty. She was wearing cut-off jeans – cut off so high that they barely covered her crotch and were dragged up in a tight vee – and a white tee-shirt. She had long blonde hair and an adorable, pouting mouth. She was standing with one hip shot out, her thumb hooked up nonchalantly, her attitude and expression implying that she didn't really give a damn if he stopped or not – but that she was confident that he would.
Jonathon drove on past.
No, I mustn't, he thought.
That would just be asking for trouble.
He looked in the rear view mirror.
Her ass was taut and trim, packed into the very tight jeans. Her legs were smooth and supple and her tits were small, pear shaped and nubile as all hell.
Jonathon slammed the brakes on, hardly aware of what he was doing, stamping down automatically. The car rocked on its suspension. His cock thundered.
He put the car in reverse and backed up until he had come level with the girl.
'Want a lift?' he asked.
She looked in the window.
Her lip curled disdainfully.
'No,' she said. 'I always stand on the curb with my fucking thumb out when I don't want a lift.'
'Oh,' he said. 'Errr…'
'Well? You want me to get in, or are you just window shopping?' she asked.
Jonathon was taken aback.
Then she smiled sweetly.
'Why, yes… get in…' he said.
She opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat. Her ass slid onto the leather of the bucket seat with a soft sound, like a caress. She closed the door. Jonathon was gaping at her. He knew he looked foolish and that she would probably think he was a dirty old man not that he was old, but she was young – but he couldn't
