from its tiny hole. The fluid rushed down the girl's throat, heady nectar which she swallowed with mounting enthusiasm — knowing that she was drinking from the most secret spring of all…
Only when Michael's cock started to wane did he withdraw it from Shirley's lips. Then he half-fell onto the bed, pulling her down beside him. He cuddled the girl tightly, kissing her and tasting the strange but not unpleasant juices on her mouth.
While he rested, waiting for his breathing to become less labored, Shirley completed her task of undressing him. When she had finished, he lay on the bed totally naked. Shirley ran her eyes slowly over his body. He was still a complete stranger to her really, despite the intimacy of their bodies. Perhaps that was all he had wanted from her: uncomplicated sex — with no strings or emotional involvement attached to their relationship.
She sighed. How could it be possible to do what she'd just done to a man and still feel so cold towards him?
Maybe it was her own fault for going to bed with someone so much older than herself, Shirley reflected. He wasn't really her type at all. His eyes were dead. His conversation was stilted. And he had made not the slightest attempt to get close to her — for all their physical knowledge of each other, she felt more remote from him than the newspaper seller on the corner.
At least he hadn't lied to her, though. He hadn't sworn that he loved her when it was transparent to her that he didn't. That was something, she supposed.
All the same, she was clearly wasting her time with him. That was obvious. He was presumably having a few final flings before resigning himself to a dull marriage. She meant nothing to him other than as a symbol of his virility.
And Shirley wanted much more from a man than that. She wanted — .
Michael opened his eyes and immediately noticed the troubled expression in her eyes. He held out his arms and Shirley moved close to him, snuggling up to his body, her stockinged legs crisp against his bare thighs.
She didn't know why she was so complaisant when he reached out for her. She enjoyed their love-making, but the periods in between were growing increasingly flat and tedious. Surely it would be better simply to tell him they were through? End their affair before it was killed by mutual indifference?
Out of indifference, she let her body lie passively against his as Michael began silently to undress her. She moved from time to time to assist him but found no excitement in the ritual.
Michael drew down the small zipper at her hip and released the hook and eye. He pulled the dress up over the girl's thighs, the sight of Shirley's tiny black scanties pasted so tightly to her crotch reawakening his desire.
The panties formed a very sharp vee, coming almost to a point at the slight swelling of her sex. Their sides were cut away to nothing but a flimsy half-inch strip of material — exposing her long thighs and the fleshy curve of her hip.
Shirley helped him to take her arms out of the straps and Michael tugged the dress off completely. She wore a conventional bra which contained her medium-sized breasts in twin cups of black silk.
He reached behind her and unfastened it, lifting the undergarment away from the girl's bosom. Michael stared for a moment at the naked challenge of Shirley's breasts: the orbs wobbling gently as they came free of their restraining bra-cups.
The aureoles around her nipples were larger than usual; brown circles which strongly emphasised the hard red centres. Although Michael had studied them on several previous occasions, he always found Shirley's breasts the most fascinating part of the girl's body.
He left her panties, stockings and suspender belt on — bending his face nearer and nearer to the heart of the girl's right breast. The nipple swung sweetly against his teeth. He opened his mouth and the pearl slipped neatly between his lips, growing stiffer as it came into contact with his exploring tongue.
Michael licked across it tentatively. The teat tasted warm and intimate; a delicious drowsiness began to steal over him as he gently sucked it right into his mouth. He drew it firmly in, taking a generous portion of Shirley's breast between his lips at the same time.
Then his teeth sank in a possessive bite around the soft white flesh, trapping the nipple and its surrounding area of titty. He chewed into the globe, relishing the succulence of the girl's breast with his lips and worrying the fragile orb to and fro.
Meanwhile, Michael's hands wandered leisurely over the rest of Shirley's charms. They fondled slowly down her chest to the flatness of her midriff. He paused there, running his fingers across the girl's tautly nipped-in suspender belt which scored elastically into her skin, just below the curl of her navel.
Michael lifted it up gently, then let it fall with a faint but exciting thwack onto Shirley's flesh again. Still busying his mouth at her breast, he petted his way over her abdomen and caressed the extra-smooth fleshiness of the girl's belly.
She stirred slightly, turning her hips in an exciting though momentary wriggling. Michael's fingers touched the top of her panties; he lifted them away from her stomach tenderly, just enough to slip his fingers beneath the elasticated waistband and feel downwards towards her sex.
They felt the marvellous flatness of Shirley's mons veneris — scarcely a mound at all, so gently did it taper off into nothingness.
He stretched his fingers a little further below the tight fit of her panties. There it was! The tender opening of her precious little quim! Michael rubbed at the tiny opening to Shirley's slit, coaxing the lips apart; urging them to yield and permit his finger to enter the moist honeypot which lay behind the sleek petals.
Shirley trembled again — and gradually raised her buttocks up off the bed, spreading her legs at the same time so that Michael could have the easiest possible access to her cunt.
Once more she felt excited by his clinical detachement as Michael gently opened her and began to insert his forefinger into the hot itchiness of her quim. Before slipping into a blissful enjoyment of what he was doing to her, Shirley realised that it was possible to be aroused sexually by the very treatment which repelled her emotionally.
She was mildly shocked to think that she was lying here, enjoying Michael's extremely subjective caressing of her body. It seemed more immoral, somehow, than the fact that she was committing adultery!
There wasn't the slightest doubt in her mind that this man was thinking exclusively of his own pleasure.
He betrayed the fact with every gesture he made. With every movement of his lips, every caress of his fingers he showed her that he regarded her as a living, breathing, responsive — model!
A figurine on which to practise his lust: that was all she meant to him. And yet Shirley, despising and loathing him for this when they were fully dressed, admitted secretly to herself that she got quite a kick out of the sheer perversity of the situation once they were naked and in bed together.
And now Michael's actions were rendering her quite incapable of introspection and analysis. She felt a rising pleasure at her cunt and nipple which intensified rapidly and relaxed herself to savour the delights.
He was rubbing his finger with the slowest possible movement up and down her slit, not yet penetrating it but giving the girl as much excitement as if the digit was sinking rapidly into her quim and frigging her wildly.
And the teeth had closed even more tightly around the base of her nipple, nibbling with a mock-ferocity on the tender rosebud; causing a throbbing to pass through Shirley's breast which was exciting her almost as much as the ruthless teasing of her ticklish pussy. Her teat was being sucked as it had never been sucked before! She longed to tear it from his mouth, to put an end to the torment which he was subjecting her nipple to. But those sharp teeth! If she dared to snatch it from their tight grasp, surely they would tear her poor, dear little nip right off…
Instead, Shirley reached between Michael's thighs for his prick — determined to make him suffer as sexily as she was.
To her surprise she found that his cock was already stiff and thick again! Her fingers closed around its middle and the hard prick pulsed once more against the palm of her hand.
Shirley started to toy with it, making the ripe, reddened penis jerk madly from side to side. She rubbed it meaningfully against his thighs — first one, then the other — turning the sharply pointed arrowhead so that it pressed painfully downwards and was tickled by the dark hairs on the man's upper leg.
Next, the girl manipulated the foreskin. She drew it up gradually until the loose prepuce completely covered the top of Michael's prick. She held it there for a few moments, then slowly released it. As it slid back into position, Shirley traced her finger right across the very tip of the cock: at the same time turning it rapidly in a tight twirling movement.
