Chapter 6
"You're kidding," Wayne said finally.
"In earnest," Irene replied. "I know Dolly King. I've been with Jessie several times at bank parties when Dolly was there. Three or four years ago there was a minor scandal involving Dolly and a young bank secretary. Jessie said that Milton was furious."
"But why would you get involved?"
"Oh, I don't know," Irene shrugged. "Excitement. Something to do. And then your piteous story has touched the depths of my compassionate nature." She favored Wayne with her gamin grin.
"I can see that it has when you make an offer like that," Wayne said dryly. "But don't say it if you don't mean it. I might really need to do something as far out as that to get the damn woman off my back."
"Service with a smile," Irene said, stretching lazily. Her eyes were once more upon the acne condition marring Wayne's face. "I'll bet I could do something about that myself," she said, speaking her thought aloud. She rose and approached Wayne's chair, bending down over him to examine more closely his shiny-scarred blemishes. Irene had on a wraparound short housecoat, and as she bent over him Wayne's eyes went to the loose-fitting neckline of the housecoat, beneath which a great deal of Irene was visible, principally in the form of pink-nip-pled jutting bubbies. Wayne looked away, then looked back. Irene obviously hadn't a stitch on underneath.
"Come into the bathroom and let me examine you more closely under a boudoir lamp," Irene said to Wayne. "Bring a chair with you from the kitchenette." When Wayne complied, she seated him under the light in the bathroom's cramped quarters and alternately ran her fingertips delicately over the scarified, hardened surface of his face and then tipped the face upward with two fingers under Wayne's chin to get more light on the subject. "Would you let me play witch doctor, Wayne?" Irene asked at last.
He hesitated only momentarily. After all, she was a nurse. "Sure, if you think it'll do any good."
"Then take off your shirt and undershirt," she ordered. "And drape a towel around your neck and shoulders."
Wayne sat down in the chair again after obeying. Irene ran hot water in the basin and began soaking two smaller towels in it. "This will be hot," she said, standing beside Wayne's chair as she wrung a towel and deftly wrapped it around his head and face, leaving only his nose exposed.
"Wow!" Wayne breathed aloud under the towel as the steamy heat assailed him. "You're not kidding it's hot!" His voice emerged as a mumble.
"Sit still," Irene demanded. She waited a moment before removing the towel and Wayne breathed a sigh of relief. Irene immediately wrung out the second towel and wrapped his face again while she set the second towel to soak. For ten minutes she applied alternate hot towels to Wayne's face, twice adding more hot water to the basin. He never did get used to the first instant of the almost scalding application.
"There," Irene said. "Now for a little oil massage to break up the congestion beneath the surface." She opened the medicine cabinet and took out a small bottle of a greenish-looking oily liquid. Quickly she spread some on both her palms, then moved behind Wayne's chair and began to massage his face, reddened from the hot towels. Despite the gentleness of her touch she was able to apply deep pressure without discomfiting Wayne seriously.
Three times Irene renewed the oil upon her palms and expertly laved Wayne's acne-encrusted features. The effect was so soothing that he slumped down in the chair, relaxed. He heard Irene running the hot water again when the massaging hands once more left his face, but he didn't make the connection until another near-scalding towel enveloped his features. The oil seemed to have penetrated deeply, making his face more sensitive, and Wayne's anguished howl coincided with a stiffening upthrust of his legs and a flailing of his hands.
His right hand caught Irene as she was bending over the basin wringing out another towel and disappeared beneath her hiked-up housecoat. "Wayne!" Irene half-shrieked as his reflexively clutching hand closed upon her nude flesh near the juncture of an inner thigh and lower buttock. "Take your hand away from there!"
Distressed though he was by the hot towel parboiling his face, Wayne was still notably reluctant to remove his hand from the female oasis he had so inadvertently discovered. Irene had to slap his hand away. "That's enough of that," she said primly, changing hot towels again. "Even if it was an accident."
"God, you feel good," Wayne mumbled from beneath the towel.
Irene smiled, safe from observation as the towel covered his face. Then the smile died. The feel of the masculine hand had stirred her more than she wanted to admit. Despite her gay intimation to Wayne in response to his question when he first entered the apartment, things weren't as well with her as she had indicated. She had had a tremendous row with Norm after the double episode with him, herself, and Jessie. She had accused Norm of too much aggressiveness in forcing himself upon Jessie.
"Goddamnit, you stage-managed the whole thing!" the angry Norm stormed.
It was true, but perversely Irene felt the need to clear her own skirts. "You planned it all!" she charged.
And the argument continued until Norm stamped out of the apartment in a flaming rage. And he hadn't been back. Twice Irene had been on the verge of calling him to see if peace could be made without lowering herself to admit she wanted-and needed-him, but pride had prevented her. Wayne's blindly groping hand had stirred banked fires.
"That should do it for now," Irene announced after another ten minutes of hot towels. "Don't be alarmed if you get a slight scaling process. Two or three treatments a week should make a world of difference in your appearance."
Wayne had risen from his chair while she was speaking to look at himself in the mirror. Although his face looked softer, the shine was still there. He refrained from mentioning his disappointment that improvement hadn't been immediate. "Thanks, Irene," he said, and he meant it. "It's nice of you to take the trouble."
He picked up his shirt and undershirt and went out into the living room. Irene wiped out the basin and set things to rights in the bathroom before she followed him. "How's the face feel?" she inquired.
"Hot. Burning."
"That's because we got below that first layer of crust."
Still naked to the waist, Wayne approached Irene. With a boldness he wouldn't have possessed before his recent experiences with Dolly King, he slipped a casual arm around Irene's housecoat-enveloped figure while he lowered his flushed face to hers and gave her a long, hard kiss. "Thanks, Irene," he said again softly, then returned his mouth to hers. At the same time his free hand parted the front of the housecoat and roamed lightly over Irene's bare belly before ascending to her perky-nippled breasts.
"Wayne!" Irene murmured, her protestation muffled by the lips pressed to hers. Wayne's tongue parted her lips and surged into her mouth, and Irene's knees felt weak as his hand squeezed and palmed alternate breasts. "Wayne!" she squeaked, as his hand dropped and probed at the bright-red fleece adorning the juncture of her tightly clutched thighs. She tried to twist away, but the hand pursued her as the emboldened Wayne sought to follow up his initial advantage.
Why am I fighting him? Irene asked herself. Norm is mad at me, really mad this time. Wayne seemed awfully young but in truth he was only two years younger than Irene and a year younger than Jessie. Irene caught her breath as Wayne's hand, frustrated at trying to part her clenched bare thighs, swept around behind under the housecoat and grabbed a nude, curving buttock. Wayne used the additional leverage to pull Irene more tightly against himself until she could feel the long bulge inside his trousers pressing against her leg. "Wayne!" she said once again, but weakly. The hand squeezing her naked haunch seemed to be burning itself into her soft flesh.
The emboldened Wayne sensed her weakening resistance and acted upon it. Their swaying struggle had brought them near the screened-off kitchenette. Wayne half-carried the almost quiescent Irene to the formica-topped table, and before she realized his intention spun her around and pressed her down upon it, belly down.
Irene recoiled but couldn't raise herself due to Wayne's hand in the small of her back. "Owwww!" she cried out. "That's cold!"
The eager Wayne paid no attention. He flipped Irene's housecoat up around the back of her neck, then studied the long, smooth slope of her back and the quick flare of her hips, which no longer seemed slender somehow, even when compared to Jessie's lush globes. Deliberately, Wayne stroked the warm, glossy-feeling buttock surfaces before parting the malleable hemispheres to run his finger deeply along Irene's cleft. She squirmed like an eel as the finger tickled her sexual incision and fired her juices. She could feel her labial lips becoming damp as her sheath-walls released sex-moisture, and a hot, deep yearning stirred her vitals. "What do you think-you're doing?" she gasped in obligatory protest.
Wayne unfastened his belt and let his trousers drop around his ankles. He removed his rampant prick from his shorts and laid it between Irene's nude hind cheeks. She quivered all over at the touch, which delighted him. Jessie and Irene always seemed so sophisticated to him that he had always been a bit intimidated in their presence.
Wayne moved his hips back and forth, dragging his meaty cock along Irene's buttock-crevice. She had stopped struggling, and he could hear her heavy breathing. "Inside!" she whispered faintly. "In the bedroom!"
But he had no intention of relinquishing his present advantage. He pushed his erection downward until he could pass it between Irene's parted thighs, through which a wispy glimpse of red-gold hair could be seen. When he released it, his cock jumped up and whacked the redhead lightly between her thighs. "Ohhhhh, no!" Irene whispered as she felt Wayne jockeying for position with the bulbous head of his penis pressing against her vaginal-hole. "Not-like this!"
But again Wayne paid no attention. He bent his knees slightly to attain a better angle as he tried to slip his prickhead into the redhead's warm, moist slot. He lodged the head but then had difficulty advancing farther.
"How big-is that thing of yours?" Irene demanded suddenly. She reached behind her swiftly and took hold of Wayne's thick-stemmed long prong. "Whew! Don't you dare ram me with that thing!" She came up on her toes as Wayne impatiently shoved against the sleek buttocks pressed against his belly. "Take it-easy!"
Her breathing hoarsened as she felt the knobby cockhead thrusting into her labial cranny. She knew what Wayne's problem was, and she never knew whether her next remark was occasioned by fear of damage to herself from his inexpert attempts at penetration or her need to feel that deliciously hard penis straining her whole sex-chasm. "Pick up my ass and slide me back on your prick!" she heard herself saying gutturally.
Wayne heard her even in the depths of his passion. He picked her up from the tabletop by her slender waist and drew her backwards toward himself. His large cock slid into Irene's slot so smoothly and so deeply that he couldn't believe it. He could feel his hairy balls dangling against her thighs. "Ohhhhh, man!" he breathed, and began to fuck the clinging cunt enveloping his turgid prick.
Irene gasped aloud as she felt herself crammed by the hard cock distending her channel. She gasped again when Wayne began to move, his belly spanking her bare behind, and hot sparks flared in her interior. "H-harder!" she whimpered as a quick flame ignited from the sparks. "Harder!" Her entire backside writhed languorously as the big prick plunged between her hind cheeks.
Irene found herself literally drooling as her saliva-filled mouth overflowed and spittle dribbled down her chin. The teasing cock buried in her belly was driving her crazy. "Ohhhhhhh!" Irene caterwauled, all reticence gone. "Fuck me, Wayne! Fuck me!"
The unexpected lewdness stimulated him still more. He slammed mightily into the sleek haunches enveloping the treasure in which he was embedded. Irene's cunt-walls grabbed convulsively at the gristly intruder invading her downy nest, and Wayne almost shot his load prematurely at the sensation all up and down his sturdy whang. He had to back off a moment to relieve the pressure tingling in his balls.
Irene wriggled impatiently, but her voice soared at once when Wayne resumed his pumping. "Ohhhh!" she squealed. "Oooooh! You're tickling my-ooooooh!-clit! You're-I'm- ohhhhhhhh!-I'm-gushing! Ahhhhhhhh! Ooooh! I'm-GUSHING!"
Her buttocks twirled in convulsive abandon for long seconds before she collapsed upon the table limply, a table long since belly-warmed by her heated flesh. Wayne, brought to a rolling boil by her frenzied response to his fucking of her, groaned aloud as his prickhead trembled from the explosive nature of the hot jets of sperm he cascaded into Irene's quivering slot. His knees and thighs quaked from the expenditure of energy he had put into fucking the redhead.
He stepped back finally and had one quick glimpse of Irene's parted thighs, greasy-looking lower bush, and crimsoned cunt-lips as his reddened cock emerged, dripping. Irene immediately clapped both hands behind her as she straightened up shakily. "Don't look!" she muttered, ashamed. "Don't look!" She trotted into the bathroom with her hands still clasped behind her.
Inside, she stared into the mirror at her flushed face. Why had she permitted it? She didn't really care for Wayne, although he was a nice kid. She had had no intention of permitting it, but her traitorous flesh had intervened.
She performed her necessary ablutions quickly and swathed herself in a towel before returning to the living room. She felt she really couldn't face Wayne's self-satisfied smirk at that moment, so she glanced at her watch. "Jessie is due here in seven minutes," she announced. "And I don't want her to find you here. Like this, I mean."
"Neither do I!" Wayne blurted. He had already pulled up his pants; hurriedly he shuffled himself into undershirt and shirt. Ready to leave, he paused to look at the towel-enveloped Irene. "Thanks, Irene," he said softly. "For everything."
His sincerity melted her distaste for herself. After all, she had given pleasure. "Come back and we'll give your face another treatment in a couple of days," she said impulsively. "But only your face," she added in sudden caution. She didn't want this to become a habit, or for Wayne to expect it.
"Thanks," he said again from the door, and blew her a kiss. It was so unexpected from one of his usually phlegmatic temperament that Irene felt touched again.
She stood motionless until the whine of the nearby self-service elevator announced Wayne's descent to the apartment lobby. She shook her head, absentmindedly patting her hair back into place.
She really couldn't understand her quick succumbing to Wayne's awkward, inexperienced attempt upon her. She didn't much like the image it reflected of a female animal nearly out of sexual control. The way she'd run Wayne out of the apartment afterward was almost an admission that she'd used him just for her own satisfaction.
Sighing, Irene set about removing the remaining traces of Wayne's presence before Jessie arrived. She was already late.
Jessie picked up the pay telephone in the bank lobby to which she had been called by one of the guards. She wondered who could be calling her at a pay phone number instead of at her own office phone. "Hello?" she said inquiringly.
"Hi, Jessie," a breezy voice saluted her. "This is Norm Blanchard."
"Oh?" Jessie began questioningly, because Norm Blanchard was so divorced from the bank affairs which were on her mind at the moment, but then realization dawned. "Oh. Norm. Yes. How-how are you?" She was immediately furious at herself for the question. Like Irene, she had already decided that too much had happened in the apartment with Norm Blanchard, and was determined there was to be no repetition of it.
"Great!" the salesman's voice burbled. "An' you?"
"Busy," Jessie said, seizing the opportunity to drive a wedge between herself and the unpleasant familiarity she could sense in the brash voice.
"Only durin' business hours, though," Norm said suggestively. "How about us gettin' together afterward?"
"No," Jessie said coldly.
"You don't mean no," Norm replied. His voice had become softer yet somehow more penetrating at the same time. It made Jessie faintly uneasy. "You're meetin' me tonight after work."
"I'm doing nothing of the sort!" Yet somehow it didn't come out as vigorously as Jessie had intended. Somehow Norm's confident-sounding voice undermined her own confidence. Somehow-
And then his tone hardened. "I'll be waitin' when you get out've work, y'hear, Jessie? An' you better not walk past my car if you know what's good for you."
"What-what do you mean?" she asked faintly.
"I mean you're buckin' for a job promotion at the bank, right? How d'you think the guy handin' out the promotions'd like to hear about what happened the other night?"
"You-you wouldn't!"
"The hell I wouldn't," he said flatly. "You get into my car when you see it."
The receiver clicked in Jessie's ear and the line hummed emptily. She was left standing with the pay phone in her hand, her knuckles white from her grip upon it. She hung up the phone shakily. Would Norm Blanchard actually tell about what had happened among himself, Irene, and Jessie?
He can't blackmail you, she tried to tell herself. Let him talk. This isn't 1910. People have relationships these days. But not that kind of relationship, a corner of her mind told her. Not even in today's relaxed society.
She left the lobby and returned to her desk, trying to think. The more she considered it, the more prickly the problem seemed. She wasn't terribly concerned, on the one hand, that Milton King would learn she had participated in a threesome. Milton was a sophisticated man. He might even think it amusing.
But she was concerned about the timing. She didn't want Milton to know until she had the new cashier's position nailed down firmly. Otherwise such information would put her in Milton's power, for him to demand what tribute he chose, and given Milton's sexual subtleties, she could have more of a problem coping with him than the more forthright Norm Blanchard.
No, she didn't want Milton King to know.
And that meant obeying Norm Blanchard's stern-voiced injunction to meet him.
But surely she could de-fang Norm Blanchard? Certainly there was nothing subtle about him! If she just kept cool, and smiling, and promising that next time, perhaps-
She was still worrying it around in her mind at closing time. Automatically she checked out the tellers' cash drawers-she had been acting cashier for some time, a factor that increased her resentment that she should have to compete for a job that she was in fact already performing- with one eye on the bank's front window. Sure enough, Norm's sleek demonstrator pulled in to the curb and parked. Regarding it disquietedly, Jessie had to recall herself to the task at hand.
She left the bank ten minutes later, the picture of prim banking rectitude as she crossed the sidewalk rapidly and slid into the passenger side of Norm's car as he opened the door for her. His expression was grim, but Jessie tried for a light touch. "Hi!" she greeted him as the car moved away from the curb. "You almost had me thinking you were threatening me for a while there today."
"I'm not threatenin' you," Norm said heavily. "I'm tellin' you. Play it my way, or else."
Jessie became aware that the car was not following the route to the apartment, and her stomach fluttered. "But why?" she asked plaintively. "I didn't do anything to you."
"I'll tell you why." Norm's tone was as grim as his expression. "Irene's taken her ass out've circulation as far as I'm concerned, so I'm holdin' yours hostage till she changes her mind." He shot a fleeting glance at Jessie. "Simple, isn't it?"
"But that's-that's outrageous-!" Jessie began hotly.
"Outrageous, hell!" Norm cut her off, his voice blaring. "You goddamn women aren't makin' any beanbag out've me. Whatever happened, you both wanted it to happen, right?" He removed his eyes from the road and glared at Jessie, who dropped hers in confusion. "Right? Then don't try to shit me."
The car had left the downtown traffic and was picking up speed. "Where are we going?" Jessie asked faintly.
"To the Calabria Motel," Norm said laconically.
The implication rocked Jessie. "You mean-?"
Once again Norm's hard voice overrode hers. "I mean I'm takin' you to a room I've got there an' I'm gonna fuck your bare ass an' fat cunt all over the motel bed. So whaddya think of that?" He grinned at her sardonically. "An' you'd better believe I'm gonna enjoy it."
"But Norm-" Jessie sought desperately for feminine wiles, then realized suddenly there were none that would be effective with this determined man. But the whole thing was ridiculous! Simply because Irene was punishing herself and attempting to punish Norm for a sudden excess of puritanism that had overtaken her-
The car turned into a motel driveway, and Jessie caught her breath. It was broad daylight -suppose she were seen! But Norm wheeled the car around to the back and parked at a motel door hidden from the highway. "Out!" he said curtly.
He was unlocking the motel door while Jessie was climbing shakily from the car. He shepherded her inside with a hard hand on her elbow and a fast whack on her seat. He locked and barred the door from the inside, then surveyed Jessie satisfiedly.
"Norm-" Jessie began a plea that shriveled under his hard-eyed inspection of her charms.
"Clothes off," he said to her, and started to undress himself. He looked at her when she made no move. "I'm assumin' you'd like to have somethin' to wear home? Get it off or I'll rip it off you!"
He was already in his underwear when Jessie removed her dress with trembling hands. This couldn't be happening! Why, it was-it was rape! She struggled with her clinging slip while Norm, naked, surveyed her partly clad curves. When her head was enveloped in the slip, his palm cracked smartingly upon a pantied hind cheek. "Owww!" Jessie yelped, involuntarily rubbing the stinging hind cheek.
"God, you got an ass that won't quit!" Norm said huskily. "I'm gonna take your pants down myself."
Involuntarily Jessie's glance went to the hefty sausage and hairy balls swinging between Norm's legs as he moved closer to her. The roof of her mouth felt dry as Norm turned her around and pulled the snug-fitting, pale blue panties down, exposing her velvety hind cheeks, bare except for the straps of her garter belt. Norm quickly disposed of that, too, and the down-drooping belt slowly pulled her stockings down around her ankles.
"Please!" Jessie whispered as Norm filled his hands with the exposed posterior-cushions, squeezing, kneading, compressing, and forcing them together. Jessie's glistening alabaster-white body curves were elastically malleable in Norm's hard hands, and a betraying sensation of inner warmth loosened the hinges of Jessie's dimpled knees. "Please!" she pleaded again.
Norm paid no attention. He ceased playing with her nude bottom cheeks only long enough to unfasten and remove her bra. Jessie's large breasts with their dark-nippled areolas sprang to attention. Norm's hands encircled them momentarily, and Jessie shivered, but then his hands trailed down over the soft round bowl of her bare belly and dipped into her thatched fleece. "Oooooh!" Jessie breathed shamefacedly.
She could feel his groin against her naked backside, but he had no erection. A finger on each masculine hand was pressing aside the soft flesh of her inner thighs and stroking the pink sex-slit. The soles of Jessie's feet tingled and she gasped aloud as a finger probed inside her rapidly moistening vagina. The finger moved upward inside her flesh and nudged her clitoris. Jessie's knees quivered at the quick flash of sensual relish that enveloped her, but she tried to fight it off. "Norm, stop it!" she protested, but her voice was a quavering sigh.
He tired of the game abruptly. "Onto the bed!" he said brusquely, giving her a little push. Jessie sprawled on her belly, falling over quickly as she felt the bed sag under Norm's weight. On his knees, he stared down at her. Jessie sensed that he was on the verge of violence, and she felt afraid. "Okay," he said. "Get with it."
Jessie looked at his substantial penis still dangling limply. "It's not-it's not hard," she said timidly.
"Then get it hard!" he roared. "Suck it, you bitch! Or would you rather have your big ass blistered?" His face was scarlet.
"No!" Jessie said quickly. This was a side of Norm she'd never seen. She crawled across his thighs and lowered her head toward his slack groin. The hair on his thighs tickled her nipples, and a quick shudder rippled through her soft stomach flesh. Norm's palm came to rest on her upturned bottom, and fearful that he might start to spank her, Jessie reached for the broad-stemmed limp cock and guided it to her lips.
She licked the rubbery, reddish-purple blunt head several times, the strong male odor assailing her nostrils, then ran her tongue along its length, top and bottom. She took it into her mouth and sucked at the head, and almost at once the prick in her warm, saliva-filled mouth began to expand and lengthen. Jessie ovalled her lips and drew on the hardening gristle, mouthing it with little pulling tugs concentrated near the hard coronal ring. Tiny drops of seminal fluid oozed from the slit in the head, tasting salty-sweet upon her tongue.
Norm's hand resting on a bare hind cheek became active. He parted her deep crevice and felt between her lower buttocks for her jewel box, and a hot flash sizzled through Jessie as he manipulated the pouting lips of her fissure. Her lips and mouth pulled harder at the captive prick as a fiery-hot spasm gripped her interior and her cunt-sheath grabbed of its own abandoned volition at Norm's finger penetrating it deeply.
"Hold it!" Norm rasped, pushing her head away from his cock, now stiff-standing and slickly rampant. Jessie was startled to realize that her ruttish heat would have had her brazenly and immodestly swallowing Norm's spend if he had let her have it. "Ohhhh!" she moaned softly at the image of licentiously unchaste, whorishly carnal wantonness she must be presenting.
Norm rolled her onto her back, and she sprawled there, staring up at him with passion-glazed eyes. The feel of the big prick in her mouth had her pussy throbbing as it sensed its imminent stuffing. Her labial lips were swimming in hot juice from Norm's finger-frigging of her, and her nipples were drawn up into erotically tight buds. "Norm!" she panted. "Ooooh, Norm! I'm so-hot! Please, Norm! Put it in! Put it inside me!"
"Not so hoity-toity now, are we?" he declared with satisfaction at the reversal in her attitude toward him. "Does um 'ittle cuntum want big prick to go fuck-fuck?"
"Norm!" Jessie bleated, half out of her mind with dissolute profligacy churning her interior to molten butter. "Yes! Fuck me, Norm! Please fuck me!"
"Happy to oblige," he said sardonically, and dropped down on her belly after widening her legs. Jessie whimpered as the meaty prick dragged itself along her flaming slot before prodding her pussy-hole. Her soft mouth formed a little round "O" of indecent anticipation as Norm slotted her with his stout prong, and she blew out her breath noisily as the saliva-moistened prick glided up her wet channel.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she burst forth as her tingling cranny was titillated to its farthest reaches by the noble shaft distending it. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" she groaned in hedonistic gratification as Norm's pubic hair merged with her own mossy pelt. "Ooooooh!" she purred in an almost inaudible hushed murmur as Norm began to move atop her rounded belly.
The angle was just right, and from the first plunge of his hips upon her Norm's prick was rubbing her clitoris. Jessie bucked her handsome bare thighs up in the air and tried to engulf in her straining quiver even more of the husky cock pounding it. A broiling, sweltering tropical heat was inflaming her ardently thermal interior. Jessie locked her ankles above Norm's hard-working back and eagerly raised her bellshaped naked hind cheeks on each down-stroke to accept the buffeting they were getting.
"Ohhh!" Jessie gasped. She swallowed hard to recover lost breath. "Norm!" A deep-seated tickle was spreading rapidly all through her well-fucked cunt. "NORM!! Ooooooooh!" Her thighs clutched his hard body convulsively. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, God!" Her satiny backside rose from the bed and its silky hind cheeks quivered gelatinously as quick spasms wracked Jessie. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm-you're-I'm coming!" Her soft bottom heaved tumultuously in the throes of her abandonment to her voluptuous delight. "I'm-COMMMMMMMMMMing!"
Her voice ran down as her orgasm finished. Half-unconscious, she rested impassively beneath Norm as he roared and bucked and shot a thunderous load into her before he relaxed on her stomach with a long groan of relief.
Jessie felt her heated flesh cooling as Norm remained atop her. Uncomfortably sticky trickles of sperm overflowed her hotbox, now less firmly plugged by Norm's weapon, and ran down her flesh. How had this man ensconced on her belly persuaded her to such ruttish abandon? She shied away momentarily from acknowledging that she had welcomed it, but then had to make the difficult-but-honest admission. Instead of acting with a becoming modest diffidence, she had performed like a thoroughly debauched, goatish nymph. Slow tears filled her eyes, overflowed, and trickled down her hot cheeks. She felt totally ashamed.
Norm stirred himself, finally, and pulled out of her with an embarrassing sibilant sound as their flesh broke contact.