Chapter 2
Sucking a prick was not like climbing a mountain, Jenny thought. You didn't do it just because it was there. Not that the cock hungry woman didn't like mountainous cocks. But mountains were right there where you could see what you had to climb while pricks were always lurking away inside a guy's pants. You never knew what to expect until you took it out and by then it was too late—you had to suck it, even if it was unsightly or tiny or limp.
Of course, any cock was better than no cock, but Jenny hoped she would choose well because she was really in the mood for a good session of sucking. It would be terribly disappointing to wind up with a prick that was lacking in size or character.
As she sat at the bar, she eyed the crotches of the men standing nearby. Some of them looked inviting, but you could never tell. The devious bastards might have stuffed some canteloupe down the fronts of their pants. Several men offered her drinks and she said that she would buy her own but smiled to let them know it didn't mean she was unavailable—just that she had not yet made up her mind.
It was like buying a pig in a poke.
Jenny wanted a big prick, preferably long and fat. But she also liked one that was pleasing to the eye in contour and texture, got hard as a rock, throbbed nicely, and—a very important point—was full of hot, thick cum. There was nothing quite as disappointing as spending hours licking and sucking on a delightful cock and then getting no more than a dribble to drink. Jenny hated it when just a few drops oozed onto her tongue and only whetted her appetite and left her starving. Yet how could she tell, just by looking at all these strange men, which of them had the cock to suit her needs?
She decided to choose one of them fairly early, so that if he didn't have a big enough prick or didn't shoot sufficient jism into her greedy mouth, she would have time to come back and pick up a second one. Or even a third, if it came—or didn't come—to that.
Jenny had nothing against taking on more than one man at a time and the idea of getting gang-banged in the mouth was rather exciting. She could either do them one at a time or in a cluster, the spare cocks lined up, awaiting their turn in her mouth.
She had no sooner decided to make a selection than a tall, broad shouldered young man slid into the bar stool beside her.
She eyed his face, which was handsome and then she let her gaze slide down to the front of his pants. Her eyebrows lifted a bit when she saw how well packed his crotch was.
He grinned at her.
Jenny was drinking a martini. She always drank martinis when she was in a cocksucking mood because they gave her an appetite. She sipped her drink, her lips moist as they caressed the rim of the glass. The young man was drinking beer. He took a slug, regarding Jenny as he did so. She liked the way he grinned. It was sort of boyish and charming and she knew she would also like the way his face contorted with desire while his prick was being thoroughly sucked and emptied.
"Hello," Jenny said.
"Hi."
She waited for him to make an advance or a suggestion.
"Can't offer you a drink," he said. "I'm broke."
"Oh, that's okay," Jenny told him.
She preferred to pay for her own drinks. She didn't like the idea that she was trading her body for a few martinis or that she was under any sort of obligation.
"I saw you looking at crotches," he said.
Jenny blushed. But she was more amused than embarrassed.
"I didn't realize I was being so obvious," she said.
"Well, I was paying close attention."
"I see," Jenny said, smiling. She recrossed her legs and her dress rode a bit higher.
"My name is Johnny," the man told her.
"I'm Jenny."
"I'm an ex-convict," he added.
"Oh? How, errr, interesting," Jenny said. She wondered if it were true or if it was just a novel line?
"Just got out of prison this morning," he went on. "That's why I'm broke. I don't have a job. I don't even have a place to live."
Jenny had not yet decided if this was the man she wanted to give a blow job to, but she was thinking it might be nice.
She said, "What were you in prison for?"
"I was a scoff-law."
"Oh? How long were you in?"
"Three years," he sighed.
"Three years! Just for being a scoff-law?"
"Yeah, well—the law that I scoffed was the one that says a fella can't rob a bank," he said.
Jenny laughed, still not sure if he was being truthful, but had pretty well decided to suck his prick.
"Three years is a long time," she said.
"It sure is. I haven't had a girl in three long years." He looked meaningfully at Jenny. "I haven't even got my rocks off for three years. I never jerked off. It seemed like an awful waste of cum to just shoot into my hand. So my balls are full of it, three long years worth of jism stored up."
Jenny gasped. Could it be true? Could a man go that long without having an orgasm? She was intrigued by the idea and by the thought of all the lovely cum he'd saved up. That was too good to pass up. She felt that she just had to drink such a vintage load. Even if the man had not been handsome Jenny would have wanted to blow him, under those cir- cumstances. The fact that he was good looking was a bonus.
She smiled sweetly at him and said, "You poor, deprived man. Maybe I had better empty your balls for you, huh?"
"I'd sure appreciate it," he said.
"Would you like me to suck you off, Johnny?"
He nodded with enthusiasm.
Several other men, who had been crowding around the sexy woman, hoping to score, groaned. Their cocks swelled up and they turned green with envy as they stared at her sexy, sensual lips. She was licking the rim of her glass as she gazed at Johnny. Her pussy had started to cream. Thinking about drinking three years of cum had really got her excited. She was sorry she had not worn any panties because she knew she was going to get cunt juice all over her dress.
"To tell you the truth, I was in the mood to suck a cock, tonight," she said, letting her gaze slip down to the front of his pants again and noticing that the bulge in his fly had increased. "I'll suck your prick dry and swallow it all," she told him.
The very thought made her mouth water. She felt hungry for cock and cum. She wanted to gulp the succulent stuff down greedily. If his load was too much for her and some of it overflowed her lips, she could lap it up with her tongue. She squirmed on the bar stool and her pussy squished between her thighs. It felt as if she had a glowing ember burning in her crotch.
"Let's go to my place," she suggested.
Johnny nodded and drained his beer.
Jenny finished her martini.
They left together. A crowd of very horny men stared after them, wishing that they had been in Johnny's shoes—or, rather, in his trousers.
In the car, Jenny placed her hand on his taut, well-muscled thigh. She tingled with desire as she stroked his leg.
"We'll have to be quiet," she said. "My daughter should be asleep by now, but I don't want her to wake up and hear her mother slurping away on a prick."
She reached up and cupped his crotch.
That was no canteloupe!
Jenny gave a little moan of pure lust as she felt the size of his iron-hard cock and the bloated magnitude of his long-neglected balls. What a mouthful that was going to be! She was so hungry for it that she was tempted to stop the car and go down on him right where they were. But she resisted the temptation, knowing she would enjoy it more in the comfort and safety of her own home.
Johnny waited in the living room while Jenny went quietly down the hall and checked to see that Sarah was asleep. She was, or so Jenny assumed, since she was in bed and her eyes were closed. In fact, Sarah had been finger fucking herself and was feigning slumber so that her mother would not disturb her and she could get on with the pleasant act again, but Jenny did not know that.
Jenny returned to the living room.
She felt obligated to play the hostess, as well as the seducer. She couldn't seem to eager to get on with the sexual part of the evening. She said, "Would you like a drink, Johnny?"
"Well, are you having one?" he replied.
He didn't seem too keen on a drink. But with the prospect of a blow-job so close, who could wonder why? Jenny figured, the hell with such social niceties.
"The only drink I want is out of your prick," she said. "A nice drink on a stick, a big, frothy fountain of it."
He grinned enthusiastically.
He might be broke but that was the sort of drink he was able to give her—all she wanted of it. He reached down and unzipped his fly. His cock sprang out like a coiled spring and Jenny gave a little gasp of joy. It was huge, even bigger than it had felt when she groped it through his trousers.
It was truly a masterpiece of a prick. It was nearly a foot long, she calculated, and broad in proportion. The stalk looked as big around as her forearm. The knob was massive, a throbbing mound of hot, purple meat and the thick vein that seamed the underside of the rod was pulsing vigorously. He hauled his balls out, too. They were well suited to such a huge cock and as big as balloons.
Jenny stared at his cock in awe.
She felt almost hypnotized by it.
Her mouth was watering and her pussy was steaming. He stood there, grinning, pleased at the effect the sight of his cock had had on the woman. He pushed his hips out, thrusting the giant prick at her. Jenny had intended to take him to the bedroom but now she could not prolong his delight even long enough to go down the hall. He had waited three years for this, and that was long enough. And Jenny herself had been without a cock in her mouth far too long. She longed for a drink of spunk and she moved toward him now, toward his cock, and slowly sank down to her knees in front of the man.
This wasn't how she'd intended to do it.
But it was as good a way as any. And, having gone three years without a woman, Johnny would no doubt be able to keep going all night and Jenny had ever intention of sucking all night and maybe even getting fucked some. But right now she wanted to give him a blow-job this way, on her knees before him like a whore in an alley, humbling herself as if she were worshiping his big cock. Later she would let Johnny lay down. Or maybe she would lie down and let him mount her and fuck her in the mouth or, better yet, both ways in turn.
She licked her lips.
She paused, gazing at the feast before her, drinking it in with her eyes for a moment before she slurped it into her mouth. She was salivating like a hungry bitch.
Johnny pushed his hips out.
"Suck it, baby," he rasped.
And suck it, she did.
As soon as her mother closed the bedroom door, Sarah began to push two fingers up her creamy cunt again, continuing the long, leisurely hand-job that she had been giving herself before her mother came home. Sarah had gotten into the habit of finger-fucking herself every night when she went to bed and usually again in the morning as soon as she woke up. She was a very horny little girl. She was still a virgin but she had jerked a couple guys off and let quite a few randy young fellows feel her up. She had a pretty good idea that her virginity was not going to last much longer.
She had already come once, almost as soon as she touched herself. This time she was doing it more slowly, wanting the pleasure to last for a while before she peaked again. She was using both hands, pushing two fingers up her pussy with one and rubbing her fiery clit with the other.
Sarah was just getting back into the rhythm when she heard voices from the living room. She couldn't hear what they were saying but one was definitely a man's voice.
Had her mother brought a man home?
A lover!
The idea thrilled the naughty little nymphet.
She decided to sneak out and get a look at the man, just to see if he was handsome.
She certainly didn't expect to see anything more.
But she sure did!