"I… I don't know any parking spots," he said.
He almost said lover's lanes, but figured that was an outdated term and might cause her to think that he truly was a dirty old man of the first degree.
Shirley said, "Oh, I know plenty of them. I've been screwed in just about every private place in town, I guess. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so worried about my reputation, through. So I could go home with a guy, or go to a motel… I've never been fucked in a bed, you know?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. Mostly I get it in cars… sometimes, if the guy has a blanket and the weather is warm, we screw on the ground. But I'd sure like to do it in bed sometime."
Jonathon looked thoughtful.
Shirley was playing with her pussy. She had gotten hot as could be while she jerked him off and now she had her hand cupped to her crotch, squeezing her cunt through the blue denim, getting herself nice and juicy and ready.
Jonathon knew that it would be awkward, at best, to ball her in the bucket seats.
He came to a decision.
He said, "My wife is out for the evening. If you want me to take you back to my house."
"Gee, I don't know. You'll probably lose respect for me if I let you do that…"
"Certainly not."
"Or you might feel guilty about fucking me in your wife's bed, you think?"
"It's her own damn fault for going out and leaving me on my own," he said.
He had convinced himself of that, blaming his wife for his impending infidelity with nice logic.
"Okay," Shirley said brightly.
Jonathon started the car and headed for borne. Shirley played with her pussy all the way there, not trying to bring herself off, but merely getting it all nice and hot and creamy so that she would be all set when they arrived.
Jonathon could hear the moist sounds that her cunt made as she fondled it.
He wondered if Jayne was enjoying herself at the office party.
Jayne was, in fact, getting felt up at the party.
She was not exactly enjoying it, at the moment, but she didn't know what to do about it, because the man who was feeling her up was her boss, Reginald Harris, and she didn't want to damage her future career by angering him. Reginald was a big, handsome man, and, had she not been happily married, Jayne would not at all have minded if he wanted to feel her up, actually. But since she was a wife, and a faithful one, she found herself in a difficult position.
Harris had her backed into a corner.
He was chatting away, making casual conversation, but his hands were running down her flanks and across her hips and moving around to squeeze her taut, juicy ass.
He had a hard-on that was sticking out in his tweed trousers.
He grinned. He told her she was the sexiest women he had ever know. She tried to act demure, pushing him away and fending off his groping hands as best she could, without risking making him angry.
She tried to bring her husband's name into the conversation as a damper.
Harris would allow her no opportunity.
"Let's go into my office, Jayne," he suggested.
She laughed, pretending that she did not believe that he was serious, trying to make a joke of it.
He cupped her tit.
To her mortification, she felt her big nipple stiffen and expand in his hand.
"You like that, huh?" he said. "If… if I wasn't married…"
"Forget about that," he said. "This is a party. You're supposed to fool around at an office party."
"I'm not that sort of girl."
He scowled.
"What sort are you, then?"
"Why, I… I…"
"The sort that gets fired for being bitchy?"
Oh dear, thought Jayne.
She certainly didn't want to lose her job.
Anyhow, she thought, what was the harm an letting him touch her tits a little bit? Or stroke her ass? It wasn't really wicked, just a little fooling around like that… it wasn't like being unfaithful or anything. As long as he didn't try to reach up under her skirt.
As long as Jonathon never found out.
She wondered it Jonathon was sulking, or if he was eagerly waiting for her to come home.
She let Harris squeeze her tits.
It felt very nice, too, she realized – surprising herself by admitting it.
She felt a little guilty – more because she was enjoying it than because she was allowing it.
But then she thought: Well, it will just make me horny so that when I get home I'll give Jonathon a lovely blow job and a super fuck.
She wasn't unable to rationalize, herself… that gift was not limited to Jonathon.
But she did wish that something or someone would distract her boss and take the heat off her.
Where was Anna?
She wished that Anna would come and seduce Harris.
But she had not seen that girl for some time. Anna was still in the closet.
After she had milked the janitor's prick dry and licked it clean, randy Anna stood up. Andy was slumped against the wall, exhausted, all his vitality spilled out through his pecker, along with his spunk.
But Anna was not a girl who was willing to do a man a favor without a return in kind.
"Kneel down," she said.
"Huh?"
"I want to do a little janitoring, myself."
"What do you mean?"
She grinned wickedly.
"I want to mop your face," she said.
Andy looked puzzled for a moment. His eyes darted about as if he was afraid she meant it literally, that she intended to take up one of those big industrial-sized maps and start whacking it in his face. But he couldn't for the life of him understand why that should be. His face was clean. He had been very careful to wash himself thoroughly before coming to the party, removing every single janitorial stain. He had even cleaned his fingernails. Why should she want to mop him? If any face needed mopping, it was hers, for her mouth and chin had just been flooded by an overflow of jism – although she had lapped it all up, in fact, so that she was glistening clean and not a drop had been wasted.
Anna saw his bewilderment.
Janitors, she thought, were pretty dumb.
They had lovely, big, tasty pricks, but they were not too bright when it came to figuring things out. She grinned with a sudden thought. Maybe she had sucked his brains out along with his cum – there had certainly been enough creamy fluid to make that possible.
Then she showed him her mop.
She bent one knee, took the hem of her skirt in both hands, and very slowly lifted it up her thighs. Andy stared, starting to grin with realization. She drew her skirt up above her hips and pushed her belly out.
She wore no panties.
Anna seldom wore panties.
For one thing, no sooner had she put a pair on than, seeing an attractive man, she creamed in them. It was uncomfortable to have her crotch sheathed in damp pants – much better to let the cunt juice run down her thighs.
For another thing, she had often found it to her advantage to be able to accidentally give a fellow a glimpse of her pussy when she crossed her legs or bent over.
And most important of all, she enjoyed getting fucked by strange men while she was standing on a crowded streetcar or subway train. That often happened to Anna. A man would rub his hard dick against her ass or hip – she guessed that men of that persuasion were fairly common – and she would wink at him and he would just slip it up her. She really enjoyed that, standing there letting the motion of the train sway them about and bring them off. She enjoyed the thrill of getting dorked in the midst of an unsuspecting crowd.
Once a man had taken her out on a date and, cheap fellow, they had gone by public transport. Anna had held her date's hand and gazed lovingly into his eyes – while the man behind her fed her some prick. What a thrill that had been! Some day she hoped to do it in church. And the absence of underpants made it much easier. It was possible for a man to slip his cock into her crotch through the leghole of a pair of panties, certainly, but that meant pulling the crotchpiece aside and it was more awkward and less subtle.
So for all those reasons, Anna seldom sheathed her sexy loins in panties and she wore none now, as she pushed her pelvis out towards Andy and let him have an enlightening look at her pussy.
Her pubic thatch was dark and bushy and luxuriant, a curly wedge that stretched out towards her hipbones at the sides and sent a slender line of tresses up almost to her belly button at the top. Her hips were slim, her belly flat, but her cunt was a prominent mound, as if it had been slapped on as an after thought – as if natural selection, realizing that a slender girl with nymphomaniacal tendencies had been created, had fitted her lean pelvis with a cunt designed for a fat girl.
Andy looked fondly upon that snatch.
Anna saw that she was not going to have any trouble about mopping his face, for he had already started to run his tongue across his lips hungrily.
She tilted her loins and parted her thighs so that he could see her slit.
Her cunt was parted, the lips unfurled like the petals of a rosy blossom, the slot filled with cunt juice, the clit stiff and vibrant. Like her pubic thatch, her cunt itself was over-sized, a heavy-duty twat designed to stand up to plenty of vigorous use and the pounding of manifold cocks in succession.
She smiled at Andy, pleased at the interest he showed in her vital parts.
He gulped. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down and his brow glistened with perspiration – a damp sheen that, she thought, was badly in need of some mopping up.
She ran her hand up the inside of her thigh and slipped her fingers into her gash, running them along the slot and across her clit. She fondled and stroked her pussy getting it ready for his face and, as he watched, getting his face eager for it, as well.
Tilting her wrist, she slowly fingerfucked up into her hole with two fingers.
Andy sank to his knees and tilted his head back, like a beggar seeking alms.
She moved to him. Her slim thighs straddled his upturned face. She pushed her belly out. His tongue came out, too, lapping at the air.
Then Anna slowly bent her knees and lowered her creamy cunt down to his face.
He began to tongue her hole greedily.
She lowered herself more, clamping her twat over his face.
His tongue shot right up her smoldering hole and his lips came into play, sucking hungrily on her cunt lips and clit while he tongue-fucked her slot.
Cunt juice flowed from her, running in a thick, ivory stream down into his mouth and throat. He gulped it down ravenously and sucked for more. The precious cream dripped down his chin and bubbled on his lips. A few errant ribbons escaped his mouth and trickled down her slender thighs. Andy tilted his face to the side and used his tongue to gather these oily drops up, not wanting to waste any of the delicious nectar. He licked her thighs clean and then clamped his mouth to her tangy twat once more, opening his lips so wide this time that he had the whole thing in his mouth – so that no further cream could escape his greed.
Anna was rotating her pelvis from side to side and pushing her belly in and out as she mopped his face thoroughly.
His hands stroked her thighs, rubbed her flanks, then glided around to cup her taut ass, holding her crotch to his upturned face as if it were a carnal bawl from which he was drinking the creamy delight.
Her soft thighs tightened around his head, relaxed, tightened again. Each time those legs clamped over his face, he shot his hot tongue as far up her hole as it would go. As they loosened, his tongue curled back into his mouth, like a pliable spoon delivering a load of cunmt juice to his palate.
He had gone suck crazy.
Although he had eaten out plenty of pussy in his time, Andy had never before sucked one as juicy and as tasty as Anna's. He wondered, vaguely, if her cunt was so delicious because it had simmered so long and been basted in such a load of various gentlemen's jism. It seemed likely. It was far juicier than the run-of-the mill pussy and the flavor was sweet and spicy at the same time. She was always hot and her cunt had been steamed to a delicate, tender perfection through the years.
His cock began to rise again. But he was enjoying his tasty treat far too much to heed the demands of his dick, at the moment.
Anna began to moan and wail.
Her hips danced and her belly humped. She threw her bead back, twisting her face from side to side in a grimace of desire. She bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowed, her tits heaved as she gasped for breath.
Her cunt melted.
The thick pussy cream fairly poured from her, filling his mouth with the delicious nectar of lust and Andy gulped it down voraciously.
She swayed. She felt limp and her legs felt weak.
He sucked away, milking her to the dregs.
She slowly sank to the floor, her crotch drawing away from his face, and they knelt belly to belly. His cock, fully erect again, bumped against her belly.
She thought: I guess it's my turn to suck him off again, and she licked her lips at the thought.
But then she frowned, thinking: But if I do that, then I'll get randy again and he will have to eat me put and that will make him hot again and… and it could be a vicious circle. We might spend the whole evening alternating that way, sucking each other off in turn.
The idea was not unpleasant.
Far from it – there were few ways in which the oversexed girl would rather spend a night than sucking and being sucked in turn.
But this was a different occasion, for she did not want to miss out on the party. She had planned to fuck plenty of executives in the course of the evening, and it would be a shame to miss out on a chance for promotion and pay and a Guiness Book of Records entry for most cocks milked at an office party.
She decided that the only way to break the chain was for both of them to have a simultaneous orgasm.
"Let's fuck now," she whispered.
Andy grinned and nodded. His cock was pressing into her belly like a hot branding iron, stamping her with the design of his lust.
The mopping had been done – now it was time to get the plumbing done.
She rose up slightly. Andy dipped down, sitting back on his haunches so that his pecker slipped down from her belly, rustled through her pubic thatch and then jabbed into her sodden crotch.
Anna squirmed down upon it.
They needed no manual guidance. His cock was bolt upright and hard as a rock and her cunt was wet and open. She squirmed slowly onto it and went down until his prick was buried in her pussy to the hilt. They knelt face to face and belly to belly and thigh to thigh, linked by the coupling of his cock, fixed firmly at the loins.
Andy cupped her ass.
Anna folded her arms around his neck.
Looking into each other's eyes, they began to fuck with a slow, steady, grinding rhythm.
Her cunt sucked on him, pulling and stroking as the interior muscles came into play.
His mighty dong surged into the depths of her belly, so huge and tight fitting that she thought he must be rearranging her internal organs. It was so fat that she thought he might disjoint her hipbones, and so long that she would not have been surprised – nor displeased – to find the huge cockhead coming out of her mouth from her gullet.
They began to fuck faster.
They were so well fitted and his huge cock was so perfectly suited to her large cunt that, although the kneeling position was a bit awkward, they were fucking fluidly and easily as they worked towards the mutual delights of climax.
Her ass rolled from side to side. Her thighs lifted, then lowered. Andy poured the pork into her with short, sharp thrusts that ran across her clit as they plowed up into the depths of her womb.
She began to sob with unbridled lust, then to cry out aloud with unrestrained and abandoned sensation.
Growling savagely, Andy shot his wad up into her cunt as it pushed down and the moment she felt his hot jism gush into her, like a catalyst, her pussy began to melt. Her creamy cunt juice blended with his steaming spunk. The mingled oils poured down her thighs and soaked his bloated balls.
Time was suspended.
Their simultaneous orgasm seemed to last forever.
Then, at last, they were drained. They clung together, dazed and dazzled by their release.
The floor beneath then was soaking with cunt juice and jism. It was slippery. Anna smiled contentedly.
Andy will have to mop that up, she thought.
He was, after all, a janitor.