Chapter 7
Jill glanced at the clock and began straightening up her desk. She wondered why she had agreed to go out with Sam. She hadn't seen him since the night she had remembered her defloration. It seemed pointless, considering how she had felt after the last evening.
But it was Friday, and she dreaded the thought of a Friday alone, or a weekend alone, for that matter. It wasn't Sam's fault she didn't feel anything for him. And he was company, and a cock.
"Hello, Baby. Where shall we go?" Sam asked.
"My place," Jill answered, impulsively. "Why bother with all the preliminaries?"
"Uh-yeah, sure," Sam agreed, caught off balance. "Whatever you say!"
Last time they had spent three hours over drinks and dinner. Three long, stupid, boring hours they could have spent screwing. Sam wanted to fuck, and she wanted to fuck, so why the hell bother with the courtship dance?
At her apartment, she locked the door, put the chain on, and flipped her keys onto the telephone table. "You know where the booze is. I'd like a double Scotch on the rocks."
"Right."
Jill wrestled the cushions off the convertible sofa, and unfolded the big bed. She knew Sam had whirled around at the sound of the bed being opened.
She ignored him, and headed for the bathroom. She was unbuttoning her blouse as she went. Five minutes later, her clothes were hanging from the hook on the bathroom door. She surveyed herself in the full-length mirror. Lifting her arms, she watched her full round breasts rise and flatten. She took her comb and fluffed out her light brown pubic hair. After picking one kinky hair out of the comb, she set it aside. She ran her hands down her bare torso, feeling the cool, satin smoothness of her skin, measuring her waist with her fingers.
She reached around and touched the lush roundness of her bottom. She loved its taut firmness. She did a lot of walking and it showed. There were no ripples of fat on her tail or upper thighs. The sight of her backside reminded her of having her anus probed by the man she had picked up in the movie house. Taking a washrag, she carefully bathed between her ass cheeks and down into her crotch. A touch of powder left her feeling clean, fragrant, and ready. She picked up a jar of petroleum jelly and sauntered casually out to the main room of her small apartment.
Sam was lounging on the bed, leaning against the back of the sofa. He had found the pillows and put them on the bed. His eyes widened when he saw she was naked. His eyes tracked her as she walked straight across the room to the bed and climbed on.
She made no attempt to be modest. She felt her breasts swaying heavily as she crawled across the bed on her hands and knees. She settled down next to Sam, and took her drink from him. He was watching her speculatively. She took his hand and guided it to her naked thigh, halfway up from her knee.
Sam finished his drink quickly. The ice chinked noisily back to the bottom of the empty glass. He set it on the end table. "I gotta take a leak," he announced.
"Why don't you get out of your clothes while you're there?" Jill suggested.
"Yeah, sure," Sam agreed as he clambered off the bed.
Jill polished off her drink and set the glass beside Sam's. Then she rearranged the pillows, putting them at one end of the bed. She stretched out parallel to the wall with her head on one, and began to massage her breasts. Her thumbs brushed across her pencil eraser nipples, and she could feel the little points swelling. Her groin felt empty and dry. Spreading her thighs, bending her knees, she began to fondle her pussy with one hand while she continued to play with her breasts with the other. She felt the first, tentative, hot seepings deep in her crotch. Slipping a finger into her vagina, she picked up some of the moisture and spread it over the bud of her clitoris.
Sam came out of the bathroom. She glanced in his direction, but didn't stop playing with herself. He had taken her advice. His cock thrusting out from his black bush, swung from side to side as he walked toward her.
"You're hot tonight," he observed, picking up his glass and nervously draining the few drops of ice water out of it.
Jill licked her lips languidly, as the waves of lust slowly built in her nude body. "I just didn't feel like wasting time. We both know what we want, so why mess around with a fancy dinner, and all that? Right?"
"Yeah, right," he agreed, easing down on the bed beside her. He reached out and touched her breast. His fingers felt hard and dry on her tender tit. Pinching it between thumb and forefinger, he used it to draw her boob into a perfect cone.
Jill sighed softly. She loved the feel of her body warming. She probed deep into her dripping vagina, feeling the wet, slippery folds sliding around her fingertip. With her other hand, she found Sam's rigid pillar of gristle and massaged it. Burning wetness coated her fingers,-making them skid over his hard tower so she couldn't feel the soft skin slipping over the hard core.
Experimenting, she pulled the finger she had in her crotch out of her vagina and probed farther back. She found the knot of her asshole, and touched it gently. The pleasure she got from the shy contact was exquisite. Tentatively, she poked her anus again, wedging the tip of her finger into the opening. The feeling of the tight sphincter being opened was more erotically arousing than the probing of her pussy had been. There was a fantastic sort of itching feeling, but it wasn't in her tad, where her finger was probing, but deep in her guts where only an orgasm could relieve it.
She pressed her finger deeper, and it began to hurt. It was a hard, hot, dry entrance, and the friction was too great for easy, painless penetration. But that was what she had expected. That was why she had brought the petroleum jelly from the bathroom.
There was another consideration, though. If it was that tight, how long would Sam be able to hold out? The last thing in the world that she wanted was for him to come when he was only halfway into her.
"Have you fucked since the last time we were out?" she asked bluntly.
"What the hell kind of a question is that?" Sam snapped.
"Don't get all uptight. I've got a good reason for asking, and it isn't jealously. How long ago was it?"
"Uh, about three nights ago."
"Three nights ago," Jill mused. "Tuesday?"
"Monday."
"That was four nights ago. So you're horny as hell, right?"
"Uh, yeah, right," Sam agreed. "Anything wrong with that? I thought you wanted to fuck."
"I do, I do," Jill assured him, not telling him it was buggering, not fucking, that she had in mind. She didn't want to scare him off. "I just don't want you coming too quickly."
"So, how do you propose to correct that?" Sam asked. "Jesus, Jill, what the hell's gotten into you?"
"I'm a liberated woman," she answered. "I want to make sure I'm satisfied, too. Let's get that first load out of you quick, okay?"
"Sure," he agreed, staring to roll over her.
"Uh uh," she said, shaking her head. "Not down there. Up here."
"Sure!" he agreed, even more eagerly.
"Come on up here," she directed.
He moved up, straddling her torso with his knees. His cock dangled in front of her chin. His balls brushed the base of her throat.
Jill reached over for the other pillow and used it to brace her head up farther. It put her mouth right in front of his cock. The head of it was brushing her lips.
All the lights in the apartment were on. Sam would be able to see every detail of the blow job, which was exactly the way she wanted it.
Gripping the base of his prick, she tipped it to the side, and licked the thick, heavy, clear drop off the end. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous pink glans. His hands gripped the sides of her head, pulling her upward. She brushed them off.
"My show tonight. You won't regret it. Just watch and enjoy."
"Okay," he agreed reluctantly. Holding his phallus in both hands, she caressed it with her lips and tongue, taking just the knobby end of it into her mouth. She was assailed by his taste and aroma as she sucked blood into his prick. Letting her head ease back on the pillows, she let his phallus slide out of her mouth, but kept pressing and squeezing and toying with it with her hands. Her spit made it slippery, but not as slippery as his own secretions did, so she smeared them around the head and down the shaft. As they dried they turned sticky and gummy. But she was always able to get more just by running her finger dp up the dorsal vein, milking his urethra.
She saw his guts tighten when she smeared the hot slipperiness downward from the tip of his prick, down over the place where the glans curled into a V, and pointed up at the smirking slit at the tip. Keeping her thumbs slicked with his liquid, she massaged the nerve bud there, and was rewarded by a burgeoning globule of the clear viscous lubricant. It acted as a magnifier, enlarging her view of the orifice of his penis.
She added the new blob to the thick, slippery film that was already coating her thumbs and his prick.
Then she lifted her head and caressed just the tip of his phallus with her lips, doing it so he could see her doing it. His weight was heavy on her upper chest, and she was conscious of the warm, heavy masses of his balls on her throat. He was sitting up straight, his hands on his strong, hairy thighs, watching her as she fellated and masturbated him.
"I'm going to come." he warned her.
"That's right," she agreed. "You're going to come. You're going to come in my mouth. You're going to come all over my face. You're going to spit that beautiful stuff of yours all over my nose and cheeks and chin and lips, and on my tongue and my teeth." She felt the excitement burn through her as she spelled out in graphic detail what was going to happen.
She felt his ass tighten with carnal need. She knew her words had gotten to him, and increased his lust. She concentrated her slippery thumb massage on the nerve knot just behind the head of his phallus. She stroked and milked that trigger point, keeping her thumbs well greased with his drippings so they slid frictionlessly over his sensitive, nerve-laden flesh. With her lips, she kissed away further oozings, then licked his glans with the tip of her tongue. She did it so he could see exactly what she was doing.
His hips began to squirm and shift on her chest, pushing his cock at her face in a fucking motion. She didn't keep him from thrusting his seething phallus at her, but kept him out of her mouth. Keeping her hands still, she made her fingers into a pseudo-vagina for him. She kept her thumbs working on his flash point, working them in time with his fucking squirming.
"Come," she hissed at him, then licked his prick daintily.
"Come all over me." She licked the tip of his cock again.
"Come, come, come!" She squeezed, pulled on his cock as she was trying to draw the semen out of it.
"Come!" She flashed her thumbs over the firing pin of his prick.
"Come!" She pursed her lips around the head of his phallus and then slid them off it.
She felt his balls tighten up, felt his buttocks clenching, felt his guts tensing. He jabbed his cock through her clutching fingers. The rubbery tip of his organ jabbed her in the face. She massaged his nerve knot, bringing him to the blazing flash point. His cock pulsed. A searing spurt of semen jetted from the tip, spattered her forehead, drooled down the bridge of her nose. She watched his prick erupt, spatter thick blobs of pearly come. She pressed the nerve bundle at the base of his glans, tightening the urethra. His jettings responded with still greater range and power. Opening her lips, she caught some of it on the roof of mouth, her tongue and teeth. She closed her mouth and his jettings sprayed her lips and cheeks, spattering her features with thick gooeyness.
Her vagina fountained in a sympathetic orgasm, convulsing and clutching and clenching, sending searing waves of sexual pleasure roaring up through her body. Her ankles crossed and locked, she squeezed her legs tight together and wrung the last drops of pleasure out of her orgasm.
Sam's coming faded, from powerful, long-ranging spurtings to slow, heavier pulsations that oozed from the tip of his prick and streamed down over her working, squeezing, milking thumbs. Curling her tongue under his phallus, she licked up his thick fluid, savored the' heavy, salty taste. His orgasm faded to spasmodic squeezings, to quivers, to trembling retreat. She licked his cock clean and then let it go. It bowed its head and nuzzled her throat, then retreated over Sam's balls.
Sam was staring down at her. She wondered if she could shock him at this point. She wondered if she could shock herself, for that matter. She knew exactly what she was going to have him do later. Her anus clenched and unclenched at the thought of it.
Deliberately, she smeared his come over her face with her sticky hands. She felt his semen drying on her warm flesh, forming and itchy crust.
"The hormones are good for the complexion," she explained.
"Yeah, sure," Sam said dubiously. He heaved himself off her chest and sat beside her on the bed.
"Don't worry, I'll wash it off before you kiss me again," she told him, sensing that she had gone a bit too far. "Right now, how about getting us each another drink? Then I'd rustle up something to eat."
He looked at her questioningly.
"Don't worry," she said, "that was just the preliminaries. The main event is yet to come. You ain't seen nothin' yet."
As he went to refill their glasses, she swiveled around and leaned against the back of the couch. She stretched her legs straight out in front of herself and crossed her ankles.
"Here," Sam said, handing her her drink. "Thanks." She took a big gulp of the Scotch, and swirled it around in her mouth to wash away the taste of come. Her nose was still filled with the smell from the semen that had dried on her face.
"You upset?" she asked.
"No. Just surprised."
"So am I. Just seemed like a good idea."
"It was," he acknowledged.
"Would you like to do it again?"
"Yes. Christ, yes."
"Good," she purred. "But not tonight. Want to know what I want you to do after dinner?"
"I guess so."
"I want you to put your cock up my ass."
He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The way his drained prick shifted and swelled was answer enough.
"I want to take your cock right up my tush," she went on, loving the effect her words had on him. Her vagina contracted with excitement.
"After dinner," she continued. "I'm going to have you grease up my asshole, and I'm going to grease up your cock. Then I am going to bend over, with you behind me. You'll put the tip of that wonderful prick of yours right on my tail hole and ram it right up into my rectum. Then you'll bugger the shit out of me, and come in my ass."
Sam didn't answer. He was clutching his glass so hard his fingertips were white from the pressure. He sipped tensely. His face was shiny with sweat. His cock was half hard. It lay against one of his hairy thighs.
"Think about it," she urged, "while I get dinner for us. Think how it'll feel to cram that tool of yours up into my nice, tight asshole. While you think about that, I'm going to think about how that big cock is going to stretch my anus and push clear into me."
She got off the bed and went into the kitchenette. Her hands shook as she shredded lettuce for the salad. She thought of the come still on her fingers, then snorted at the idea of washing her hands. Hadn't she already taken his stuff down her throat? Her face felt itchy. While the dinner was cooking, she went to the bathroom and washed her face, then carefully repaired her make-up. She also combed her pubic bush again.
They ate on the bed. Not having planned the evening in advance, Jill had had only hot dogs on hand, and was glad Sam didn't protest. She hadn't thought about the suggestiveness of the meat until, sitting cross-legged with her plate on her nude lap, she noticed one of her hot dogs was aimed right into her. Spearing it with her fork, she dipped one end in the mustard, then showily sucked off the mustard as if she were sucking a cock.
Sam grinned at her tensely. His eyes kept darting down to her exposed pussy. His cock was stiff and hard, thrusting up from his crotch like a telephone pole. It looked frighteningly huge.
Jill wasn't particularly hungry. She set her plate aside. She was horny, and a little frightened. Reaching down, she spread her pussy lips open. Then she pushed the hot dog into her gaping hole, feeling it press her juicy folds apart. Sliding it in as far as the fork would allow, she held the hot dog and pulled the fork out of it. Then, she slid the hot dog almost all the way into her pussy and left it there. The end of it stuck out.
A muscle along the angle of Sam's jaw was jumping as he stared at the end of the pink frankfurter sticking out of Jill's brown bush. Jill leaned back on her arms, arching her back to stretch it. Her breasts stood up proudly. The hot dog felt like a small cock in her cunt.
Sam finished his last wiener.
"Still hungry?" she asked softly.
"Yeah," he answered, eyeing the one sticking out of her crotch.
"So, eat it." she suggested. She unfolded her legs and straightened them out in a vee and aimed the open end at Sam.
Sam swallowed noisily. He got to his knees. His cock dangled down from his hairy crotch. As he lowered his head toward Jill's crotch, she eased back and tilted her pelvis so the end of the hot dog was pointed up.
His nose inches from her snatch, Sam bit off the end of the hot dog. She felt the part of it that was inside her tremble and jerk.
The word "castration" flickered through her mind as she watched Sam.
Dipping his head, he bit off another inch, cutting it so close to her that he tugged her pubic hair. Pausing to pick one curling brown hair out of his mouth, he chewed and swallowed.
Jill was disappointed that sitting the way she was, with Sam kneeling between her spread legs, she couldn't see his cock. She wanted to watch that monster weapon. She kept thinking that when the meal was over, it was going to be violating her asshole.
Sam used his tongue to tease the hot dog out of her far enough to get another bite. He nipped it off right next to her labia, leaving just the stub of it clasped between her fleshy lips. She could feel it but not see it. As she waited for him to finish what he had in his mouth and remove the last morsel from her snatch, Jill admired the long, smooth, graceful line of her bare thighs, the brushy trapezoid of her pussy, the flawless expanse of her belly.
Sam bent over. He curled his tongue into her slit. His nose pressed into her hair. Scooping under the hot dog with his tongue, he lifted it into his mouth. When he finished it, he eyed her speculatively.
"Dessert?" she asked, pointing at her pussy.
"Fine for you," he answered, "but what's in it for me?"
"Sweetmeat," she answered giddily. "Don't worry, you'll get yours. But try me, you'll like me."
His rump high in the air, Sam bowed to her wish, and eased his face into her crotch. His tongue bored into her vagina. She moaned softly. Leaning back on her arms, she stared down at her crotch as Sam pressed his handsome face into her brown bush, probed as deeply as he could with his tongue. She felt him wiggle his tongue in the folds of her pussy, triggering a flood of secretions.
"I did you earlier," she moaned between waves of pleasure. "Now it's my turn."
Sam's nose bored into her juicy folds, pressing the nub of her clit. Her hips writhed and pushed at his face. He ripped his tongue out of her vagina, then rammed it back into her, and worked his jaws against her as he tried to touch bottom in her.
"My clit," Jill moaned. "Find my clit and suck it."
Obediently, Sam shifted his attention higher, dragging his tongue up her pulpy slit. His lips searched blindly between her wet petals, then found her mini-penis. They closed around the short stub, and Jul lurched with pleasure. He sucked on her clitoris until she thought it was going to be torn out by the roots. Then, holding it immobilized with his lips, he battered it with the tip of his tongue.
She came, a glittering, sparkling orgasm that made her body arch and her hips strain. It was as if they were searching blindly for something to fill her cunt. She fountained fluid over Sam's face as he devoured her clit. Only when she sagged limply on her back, drained and exhausted did he back away from her snatch. His face was shiny with her fluids.
'I'll go wash my face," he muttered.
"No," Jill said quickly. "I want to taste me on you." She hauled him up between her spread legs. Her lips met his and she bored her tongue into his musky, sex-flavored mouth. His cock jabbed at her. She twisted her hips to keep him from ramming his over-stimulated prick into her streaming vagina. That wasn't where she wanted it.
Kicking one leg, she rolled them to their sides. Then she broke free and pushed him over on his back. She looked at him, surveyed his lean, hairy body, his towering, engorged, ready phallus. The purplish bulb was throbbing with impatience. The thought of having that tower up her tail frightened and excited her. She remembered the pain when her anus was violated by just a finger, and considered backing down. Then she remembered the pleasure that finger had stirred in her seething guts, and she resolved to get buggered.
"Now we're down to the main event," she informed him, reaching for the jar of grease.
Unscrewing the lid, she scooped out a big gob of the pale jelly and put it on the tip of his phallus. Slowly and carefully, she spread it over his organ, down over the glans, then the pale, ridged shaft. Returning to the jar from time to time for more petroleum jelly, she made certain every inch of his organ was thickly coated. When she was finished, it was shinier, stiffer, and harder and readier than she had ever seen it.
She shoved the jar over to him. "Now me."
Sam took the petroleum jelly dubiously. Jill deliberately got to her hands and knees and angled her lush, pale bottom at him. Reaching back, she spread her ass cheeks to him, exposed the heart of her crack, and the brown pucker of her asshole.
"Grease my crack first," she said hoarsely, feeling gross and vulgar and loving it.
She watched Sam scoop up a glob of lubricant. It felt delightfully cool when he applied it to the top of her ass crack. Then it warmed and softened. He smeared it down between the cheeks. He oiled her crack down to a fraction of an inch from her anus, then stopped, as if waiting for instructions.
"My asshole," Jill whispered. "Put some on the outside of it first."
The delicate, shy pressure of his finger sent a shiver of pleasure through her. She felt the cool grease warm and soften as he spread it around. She felt her asshole spasm briefly.
"Now put some on your finger and stick your finger into me," she instructed. "Get me ah greasy inside."
She braced herself for the boring thrust into her guts. It came, and with it a slow, seeping growing, flaming ecstasy. He was violating her tight, resisting anal sphincter! There was a subtle sensation of pressure in her guts from the piston-like action of his big finger.
God! If there was the pleasure from one finger, what was it going to feel like to take that fantastic phallus of his? As cocks went, Sam's wasn't the biggest she had ever seen. But on the other hand, she had never had one up her ass.
"More grease up my ass," she groaned softly, not because she wanted more grease, but because she wanted to feel his finger sliding in and out of her asshole.
Obediently, Sam complied. Her anus closed behind it when he pulled his finger out. She was amazed that she could actually feel the grease on her sphincter when the muscle tried to seal itself tight. Then he was augering his finger back up into her, and the pleasure was building again. Her anal ring went into a series of convulsions. A mini-orgasm flashed through her as she knelt there with her tad in the air.
"Now your cock," she whispered. "Oh, Jesus, now your cock."
His finger exited again. She rested her forehead on her arms and braced herself for the assault. She felt the bed shifting as he moved up behind her. There was a gentle touch on her anus that made it clench defensively. She fought to loosen it for him.
He pushed at her. There was pleasure, and a sensation of pressure. The pleasure grew, and the pressure, and she felt her anal ring slowly opening before his drive. It was an out-of-this-world incredibly pleasure-filled feeling, her anus being slowly pried open by the rounded cone of Sam's cock head. That gut-knotting itch was growing and intensifying as her asshole was slowly dilated by his prick.
"More," she moaned, even though she knew damn well he wasn't going to stop now. "Oh, Jesus, give me more!"
The pressure increased, and she felt her hole opening further, and further as he thrust steadily into her. The tip of his greased cock started sliding through her well-lubricated orifice. The pleasure built steadily as he powered his cock into her, and then there was a stinging pain as her tight ring of muscle began to stretch to accommodate his phallus. But the stinging pain was pleasant, too. It was a weird feeling-like when a little-used muscle is forced to its limit and glories in its newfound ability.
Then there was a slipping, snapping jolt that sent a bolt of fear ripping through Jill. For a moment, she thought something had broken. But she realized quickly that she would be in screaming agony if that was the case. She reached back. Her anal ring had eased into the groove behind his glans. The maximum distension was over. She digested the knowledge with a mixture of relief and regret.
Her rectum was slowly being filled with phallus, and any feeling other than gross, gut-knotting ecstasy became impossible. There was a wonderful burning friction as his greased pole slid through her anus, and a reverse shitting sensation, and a marvelous full feeling. There was a flicker of pain. She angled her ass to improve the angle of her rectum. His prick slid smoothly into her tight, velvety, clinging sheath. His hands were bruising her waist as he clutched and steadied her for his thrust.
She felt as if she were being slowly stuffed, and it went on and on and on. She grew more and more glutted with his stiff, hot, heavy erection. At last his hips pressed hard against her soft ass, and she realized that he had his entire cock in her rectum.
She came just from the knowledge, her vagina spasming stupidly as if it had the load and not her ass. Her anal muscle was too stretched to do anything.
"Don't move," she grunted. "Oh, sweet God, don't move. Ahhh, that is so good!" For a long time she just savored the endless waves of her orgasm. At last they began to fade away.
"Okay," she sighed. "Go ahead."
She felt him draw out. It felt a little as if she were crapping, only there was a sucking, pulling feeling instead of a pressing, pushing feeling. Her anal ring burned as his cock withdrew.
For a moment she was afraid he was drawing out too far. Her bowels felt empty. But he stopped, and then began boring back into her colon. The fullness grew, and the pleasure, and the burning friction, and the orgasmic itch. His hips hammered up against her ass and his balls swung forward and slapped her.
Opening her eyes, she looked back under her body, past her quivering, swaying breasts. She noticed her nipples were erect and distended. She looked down to her pussy. The fluffy brown fuzz was wet and kinky. His strong legs were twin columns between her pale thighs. His balls hung down heavdy below his cock. She couldn't see his shining tower. He drove back into her again, and she watched his testicles swing forward, felt them bounce off her cunt.
Reaching back under herself, Jill slipped her fingers into her streaming cunt. She pressed them into her vagina, and found that it was pinched shut by the cock up her butt. Driving her fingers into the blocked pas sage triggered still another flickering orgasm, a pulsating peak of magnificent pleasure.
Sam pistoned his cock in her tight hole. She knew that the friction on his phallus had to be fantastic. If he had not come once already, he probably would have come as soon as he had gotten halfway into her. She hoped he would be able to go on forever, moving in and out, in and out, making her tail flame with pleasure. She loved the alternating full/empty feel in her bowels, the shitting and reverse shitting sensation as his cock left and came back again and again.
From her last orgasm she was building still higher to a more exquisite plain of sexual pleasure. She was going to come like she never had before if the buggering went on much longer. She crammed her fingers into her fountaining pussy, mashed her thumb down on her clit and massaged it to a paste, and rocked her pelvis, stirring his phallus in her rectum.
Sam was moving quicker and harder. "Going to come," he grunted hoarsely. "Christ, am I ever going to come!"
"Yeah," Jill panted. "Come, Sam, come. Come in my butt. Come in my butt! Come in my butt!!"
He slammed against her so hard she felt the shock of it ripple up through her abdomen. She felt his cock convulsing, swelling and contracting in her rectal sleeve as it spurted thick gobbets of his sperm deep into her bowels. The feeling of his tool jerking and spasming inside her brought her to a scintillating climax, a convulsive orgasm that pulsed in time with his jettings. Her entire gut joined in the convulsion and she felt her vagina spasming around her fingers as it tried to flood them out.
The pleasure had to end, and it did. His cock began to drain, and her rectal muscles drove it out in a spasming, reflexive contraction. Jill slid slowly forward onto the bed, feeling his come oozing, chilly, from her anus as her rectal ring tried to close. It seemed to have forgotten how, it had been stretched wide open for so long. Sam collapsed on top of her.
When she felt strong enough, Jill eased out from under him. "Let's take a shower," she suggested, tottering to the bathroom on stilt-like legs.
Under the pounding water, they lathered each other, sliding their hands over each other's warm bodies. When she paid special attention to his sofled cock, she was surprised that it rose to attention yet again. She rinsed it carefully, then knelt in front of him. With the water pounding down on her head, running down over her face and into her eyes, she drew his cock into her mouth.
While he guided her, she began to suck his swollen organ. His hands tangled in her wet hair as he moved her head back and forth. His hips began to thrust in opposition, ramming his cock to the back of her mouth, slamming it down her throat.
Jill curled her hands around his hard ass and pried her fingers into the crack. She pulled on his hips to urge him deeper into her mouth. Sucking and working her tongue, she fought to bring him off in her mouth. She reached out and fondled his testicles.
He began to come, to spurt hot fluid straight down her throat. She took his load, and felt her own body respond with a vague, diffuse orgasm. A soft wave of pleasure spread through her as the hot water of the shower streamed down over her naked body.
When it was all over, she stood up and let the water rinse her clean. Her guts were swimming in come. She stepped out of the shower and dried off. When Sam reached for his clothes, something fell to the floor. Reflexively, Jill bent to pick it up, and froze. A pretty black-haired woman and two children were staring up at her from the open wallet.
Numbly, she leaned over and picked it up slowly. She knew, without asking, that it was Sam's wife and children. She handed him the wallet and walked out of the bathroom.