By the time he pulled into the driveway of his home, Jonathon had another splendid hard-on, mainly because he had been imagining what it was going to be like to take Shirley Tiddlewell to bed – to the same bed he normally shared with Jayne and also because it was rather inspirational to have her rubbing her juicy snatch as she sat beside him in the passenger seat.
She had cupped and rubbed herself through her jeans, at first, but then, getting more excited, she had opened those brief cut-off denims and pushed her hand down inside so that she could rub and pet her naked pussy. Her lithe, nubile hips squirmed as she stimulated herself. She had one foot on the seat, her knee bent and her trim thigh arched. The other leg was extended to the floorboards. Her head was bent down so that she seemed to be – and was, in fact – watching her hand caress her cunt. She was quite interested in what she was doing. She liked to see her pussy lips unfurl and the slot get nice and creamy and the sensitive clit grow rigid. Usually when she masturbated, she did it in front of a looking glass or, if she was in bed, held a mirror in her free hand so that she did not miss out on seeing any of the juicy details that resulted from her self-stimulation.
Jonathon kept glancing sideways, finding it difficult to concentrate on the road ahead.
Shirley was aware of his interest.
"You got a mirror in your bedroom?" she asked.
"Why… yes…"
"Oh, good. I like mirrors. I never had a chance to watch myself get fucked, always doing it in cars and all. I just know that will be a real turn on."
Jonathon was in agreement.
He grinned and said, "In fact, there's a full length mirror on the back of the closet door. If the door is opened at just the right angle, someone on the bed can see himself reflected."
"Oh good! I'm keen on that idea." She giggled. "I saw myself suck a dick once," she told him, causing his pecker to heave and throb.
She said, "That was in a car, of course. But I tilted the rear view mirror down and knelt on the seat so that I could watch the guy's prick go in and out of my mouth. I forget who the guy was – maybe I never knew his name, come to that – but I sure remember his cock. It was a whopper! Anyhow, I really got a kick out of seeing that in a mirror, watching my lips pull on his cock head and push down his shaft and all. And when he shot, it was a real thrill, I'll tell you! I knew he was gonna cum so I opened my mouth wide and just sort of laid his cockhead on my tongue so that I could see his jism spurt right into my mouth. Ummm. So I know. I'll just love watching myself get balled."
And so, with talk like that, and pussy petting to observe, it was little wonder that Jonathon had a booming erection by the time they got to the house.
Worried about the neighbors and feeling pretty guilty, Jonathon made her sit low on the seat while he got out and opened the garage doors. Then he drove in. Shirley looked around and said, "I've been fucked in garages a couple times. Public garages…"
Jonathon was tempted to fuck her there in the car, safely parked inside the garage. He knew that he would feel less guilty about it, afterwards, than he was going to feel if he took her in Jayne's bed, in the marital bed – but he also knew that it wouldn't be as much fun.
Once again, he told himself that it was his wife's own fault for leaving him all alone, with only a single fuck and not even one blow job-to keep him content.
He got out, walked around the back of the car and opened the door on the passenger side.
That impressed the girl, who had never had a door opened for her, before – although dozens of men had leaned past her to push down the door lock before screwing her in the front seat. She thought that it was real nice to have a gentleman for a change and she was really looking forward to getting fucked in a bed, with a mirror available.
Jonathon took her by the hand and led her into the house via the covered passageway. The passageway connected with the kitchen.
He said, "Would you like a drink first?"
Shirley looked at him curiously.
"Gee," she said. "I'm too young to drink."
That announcement brought a new surge of lust and desire tumbling through the man's loins. He was about to fuck a girl who was too young to drink! And he was going to fuck her in his wife's bed! With a mirror!
He led her to the bedroom.
Shirley looked around, smiling. She went to the closet and opened it, moving the door back and forth until she had it angled correctly. She moved to the bed and checked, to make sure the mirror was positioned right, so that a fucker on the bed could observe the fucking.
Then, without further ado, she began to take her clothing off.
Jonathon watched her, his eyes glowing.
She pulled her tee-shirt off. Her tits were small and plump, firm pear-shaped mounds that made his mouth water and his prick suffer an uncontrollable upheaval.
Her shorts were already open from her finger fucking in the car. She pushed them down, squirming her hips out of them. She stepped from them, leaving them in a damp denim pile on the floor. Her pussy hair was as blonde as the long hair on her head, a curly mound that formed a perfect vee at the base of her belly and the junction of her thighs.
Seeing how interested he was in looking at her, the naughty nymphette slowly turned through a full circle, so that he could admire her naked body from all angles. Her little round ass jutted out. Her nipples were stiff and thrusting as he glimpsed them in profile, her torso was slim and her hips had just begun to spread into womanhood.
As he looked at her, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, enjoying the sight every bit as much as Jonathon did, for she had a touch of narcissism about her.
Then she went to the bed and stretched out, raising her knees and parting her thighs.
He looked at her cunt.
"Well, come on," she said.
He fairly tore his clothing off.
He sat on the edge of the bed and began to run his hands over her lithe young body. She squirmed under his touch. He felt her tin and stroked her belly and then dipped a hand into her crotch. Her pussy sucked on his fingers as if it were a vacuum. Jonathon pushed his middle finger up her cunt. He pulled it out and pushed it in again, to the knuckle. She sighed contentedly. He added his index finger, fucking into her with both digits held stiffly together. He began using all four fingers. Her ass heaved and she arched her back, loving the sensation.
He used his thumb on her clit, moving it back and forth like a windshield wiper, as he finger fucked her with his whole hand, slowly and steadily.
Bending down, he began to suck on her tits, mouthing the stiff nipples in turn, then running his tongue up her cleavage and swooping around the velvet mounds as he circled back to the jutting peaks. Her nipples were pink, her mounds pale – her breasts looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries – a sensual sundae that the horny fellow found wondrously tasty and absolutely delectable.
He knew that her pussy would be delicious, too – although he hardly expected to find a cherry there.
As he sucked her tits and finger fucked her cunt, Shirley slid her hand down and folded it around the root of his big prick, pumping him slowly – but not steadily. She did not want to fall into a rhythm that might cause him to shoot in her hand, for she had far better places for him to spurt all that lovely spunk that had swollen his balls.
She watched all this in the mirror.
The reflected image turned her on every bit as much as did his mouth and hands.
She said, "How much time have we got?"
"Hummm?" he whispered, with her nipple between his lips so that the sound was muffled by her tit.
"Before your wife gets home."
"Plenty of time," he croaked.
He raised his head and glanced at his watch. He was surprised to see that only an hour had passed since he left Jayne at the office building. Having been jerked off in the car, his sense of time had become distorted. At the party, just then, Reginald Harris had only started his attempted seduction of Jayne, and Anna had not quite finished milking the janitor's prick in the closet – time was moving slowly for all of them on this rare occasion.
"Lots of time," he affirmed.
And he had been wondering how he was going to kill time until his wife got home to suck him off! The thought caused him to grin. Grinning, he lowered his lips to her throbbing nipples once more.
"Oh, good," she said. "Then we'll have time to do lots of things, huh? I mean, we don't have to just fuck and run? We can suck and all, too?"
"Um-hum."
She writhed around a little under his mouth and hands, squirming luxuriously.
"Let's have a quick fuck first," she suggested. "A plain old man-on-top fuck, just for the hell of it. Then we can fool around with the variations. Okay?"
His cock was thundering in her hand and Jonathon had to agree that she had the right idea.
If they both got their rocks off expediently, the first time, then they could linger over the finer points of passion, enjoying a leisurely sucking session followed by some intricate fucking patterns.
He pulled his lips from her nipple.
He gave her cunt a final finger fuck and drew his hand away from her cream gash.
She released his prick.
Jonathon rolled over and mounted the girl. Although she had never been fucked in a bed before, she knew just how to go about it. It wasn't much different than getting balled on a blanket of a car seat, simply more comfortable.
She arched her back and tilted her crotch, angling her cunt to the proper elevation. Her trim ass lifted up from the bed and she cupped her cunt. Her thighs brushed over his legs as he knelt between her legs. He didn't enter her straight off, although both of them were quite ready to commence fucking properly. A product of his times, Jonathon had read the manuals and knew about women's liberation and felt compelled to use a certain amount of foreplay.
He placed the head of his dick against her slot and, bonding down began to tongue her nipples again.
But Shirley, having read no manuals but with plenty of practical experience in the field, was in no mood to linger there with a peckerhead rubbing against the outside of her smoldering cunt.
She threw her legs around his hips and locked her heels behind his ass and with a sudden jerk she pulled him close to her. His cock slipped fluidly up her well-lubricated hole, burying itself to the hilt.
She relaxed her scissor grip.
Jonathon pulled back.
When only his knob remained in her twat, Shirley tightened her thighs again, drawing his cock back into her pussy.
Jonathon began to get the picture.
He started fucking her with long, rippling strokes, driving every inch of his meat into her cunt, pulling out only to stab in to the roots once more.
Gurgling with desire, Shirley fell into the pace with him, pumping her hips in counter point to his thrusts, so that she was jamming her cunt down over his dong as he lunged in.
His ass flew in and out.
Her ass switched back and forth.
He thought: I'm doing it! I'm fucking a teenage trollop in my wife's bed!
And although he anticipated feeling shame and guilt, afterwards, the thrill was far too great, at the moment, for any such depressing emotions to come into his mind.
He gazed down at her pretty, pouty face.
Her head was turned to the side on the pillow. She was looking in the mirror, fascinated as she watched his fat meat push in and out of her juicy, pink pussy. Her cunt lips slurped on his stalk. Cunt juice was running down her crotch and onto her hiked-up ass.
The reflected image was so exciting that, combined with the fact that the naughty nymphette had been playing with her pussy in the car and that Jonathon had been finger fucking her and sucking on her titties, she began to rise towards the peak of passion almost immediately.
Whimpering, she creamed.
Wailing, she came again, only seconds after the first thrilling burst electrified her loins.
And then she began to go off in a series of spasms, peak after peak exploding in her cunt, the waves of lust 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.