They went into the closet.
Anna had never been fucked in a closet.
She had been fucked in beds, in automobiles, on floors, on blankets in the woods, in the bathtub, in the shower and, on one memorable occasion, in a meat locker, when she had traded her pussy for a side of beef with a horny butcher, but never once had she been balled in a closet.
The novelty added a certain charm to the setting.
It was a fairly large closet, as broom closets go, lighted by a low-watt bulb hanging on a cord from the ceiling. There were brooms and mops and buckets and a trolley all around, but there was plenty of room for fucking.
Andy was an efficient janitor and he was in his town element. He wasted no time.
He dropped his pants.
Anna's eyes gleamed.
His cock was stout and sturdy, the big purple peckerhead flaring as it loomed up before his belly. It was a blue-collar cock, not at all elegant or refined but gnarled and hard… no figurehead, this, but a practical and useful tool of his trade. It looked long enough to do service as a mop and hard enough to be used as a crowbar.
He grinned when he saw how interested she looked.
'Oh, my!' she said.
'Like it?'
'It's adorable. I haven't had a low-class prick in ages. I'd forgotten how lovely they were.'
'Never screwed a janitor, huh?'
'Oh, yes. When I was a kid – that was before I was into women's liberation, by the way – I seduced the janitor at my school. But we didn't do it in the closet, we used the principal's office.'
His cock began to thunder as he imagined her fucking when she was younger.
'Started young, huh?'
'Oh, my, yes. I started with my older brother…'
Images of incestuous dalliance caused Andy's dong to leap and lurch with need. He had always wanted to fuck his own sister, but she refused to let him – although she was willing to watch while he jerked off and, once, allowed him to shoot all over her plump young titties.
Anna looked at him coyly.
'Your prick looks so delicious…' she said. Her tongue glided along her lower lip. 'Maybe I ought to suck you off, instead of fucking you…'
'What a good idea!'
'Would you like that?'
'I would love that.'
'Will you give me a nice, hot, thick load of jism to drink? Ummm? Will you fill my mouth with cream?'
'Damned right!'
'Ooooh! I'm hungry for it…'
Andy pushed his hips forward, driving his pecker up and out. Anna squealed and slowly sank to her knees in front of him. His cock loomed up before her face and her eyes crossed as her vision turned upon the tasty tackle. She put her hands on his hips but didn't take him into her mouth right away. She was savoring the expectation and her mouth had begun to drool for a taste of prick.
Her tongue pushed out.
She licked and lapped at the air, inches from his cockhead, teasing him and letting her appetite build up.
Her lips parted.
Andy began to rub his peckerhead against her cheek and neck. His cock was like a mop her mouth a bucket. He worked the tip around in her face, running it over her little upturned nose, dipping it into her eye socket, dragging it down to her trembling chin.
The cleft was bubbling with preliminary spunk.
He used his prick like a paintbrush, whitewashing her face with jism, leaving a slippery trace of spunk down her cheek and into the corner of her mouth.
She saw the shadow they cast on the floor, her face and his prick linked in the erotic play of light and shade. She pushed her tongue out, seeing the shadow of that tongue move towards his cockhead.
Andy moaned with urgency.
Then Anna could delay no longer. As hot as the janitor was to get his dick sucked, she was every bit as hot to suck it. She wanted to drink his cum. Unlike Jayne, Anna never worried about giving a blow job without having a fuck directly afterwards, for she knew that there would always be a cock available to her. If she sucked one man off and he was unable to get a subsequent hard-on, it didn't matter to the lewd libber – for there was always another cock around the corner. At the office party, she could have her choice from a selection of some hundred peckers – and fully intended to have at least a dozen, breaking the record she had set the year before.
Usually, when she began to give head, Anna used her tongue at first, preparing the pecker, licking up and down and around the knob and lapping the man's balls a bit, before she took it in her mouth and commencing the sucking proper.
A preliminary tonguing always inspired the gentleman and, furthermore, worked her appetite up to a frenzied pitch. It got her taste buds tingling and her mouth watering so that by the time she got a mouthful of hot cockmeat she was truly ravenous for the feast.
But she was afraid to fool around with these preliminaries at the moment, for Andy's prick was already starting to flow with jism and it was throbbing and bucking alarmingly. She was afraid that he might shoot while she was licking his stalk and it would be heartbreaking to have his precious cum spurt over her shoulder and fall, wasted, to the closet floor. Of course, randy girl that she was, she could always lick it up from the floor, but she knew from long experience that cum never tasted as good secondhand as it did when she milked it hat and bubbling right out of the joystick.
So Anna did not delay.
She fitted her lips to the damp tip of his cock and slowly let them part around it, pushing her head down and taking his knob into her mouth.
Andy let out a long moan of pure pleasure as he felt her warm mouth envelop his desperate dick. He threw his head and shoulders back so that he could gaze down the arch of his torso and see what she was doing, thereby adding a visual thrill to the physical sensation. His eyes were glazed with lust. They narrowed as he looked down.
Anna had taken just the head of his prick into her mouth at first. She was sucking merrily away on that big, tasty slab of cockmeat. Her lips parted as they pulled on the purple wad and her nimble tongue was darting and fucking all over the succulent mouthful, dipping into the parted cleft, running around against the sensitive underside, curling behind the ledge. Her eyelids fluttered up and down. Her expression was distant as she gave her total concentration to the sucking which so greatly thrilled the oversexed nymph. Since she had only his cockhead in her face at the moment, he could see the long, thick shaft stretching out from his groin to her mouth.
'Ahhh… suck, baby,' he groaned.
He placed his hand alongside her cheek, stroking gently, moving his fingertips down to the corner of her mouth so that he could feel her lips as they slurped on his prick.
Anna bobbed her head down.
Her compressed lips slid halfway down his stalk, drew back up, slowly, sucking through every precious inch, then ducked down again. She was taking a bit more of his cock into her mouth with each stroke, working slowly and steadily down toward his root. Her lips were turning almost inside out on the backstroke, so vigorously was she sucking, and her tongue had curled into a little pink carpet over which his fat dong could ride luxuriously as it pushed into her mouth.
Andy began to move his hips.
He was fucking into her mouth, meeting the rhythm that her bobbing head had created. As her face pushed down, he plowed in. As she sucked back up, he withdrew.
His cockhead lodged at the entrance to her throat.
