Chapter 9
I awakened the next day with a terrible hangover, the worst I'd ever had. It was so bad that I spent most of the day in bed and still felt sick when Jack came home from work. I told him I had the flu. It was Saturday morning before I felt well again, and I made a resolution not to drink so much. In fact, I decided to give it up completely for a while. I certainly didn't need it to dissolve my inhibitions; I no longer had any.
We all got up and had a family breakfast, but the unity didn't last long-Jack left to play golf, John and Jerri had plans with friends, and Joyce had dance lessons. I was left alone with a mess of dirty dishes and a stale cup of coffee, which I threw out.
Over fresh coffee, I got to thinking about Thursday night and what a really marvelous time I'd had with those two men. I was horny in no time and decided to jerk off with the new knowledge Larry had given me. I went into the bedroom, got naked, and took the envelope of pictures from Jack's drawer. I sifted through and took out the ones with me and Frank Smith. I checked to make sure I had all the good ones when I noticed another, smaller envelope. I was sure I'd already looked at all the ones he'd taken of me and opened the envelope and viewed its contents. My reaction was first surprise, then shock, then excitement.
They were pictures of Joyce, our eldest. Not Jerri, the wild one, but Joyce. Once again, quite by accident, like finding his girlfriend's panties under the car seat, I discovered what Jack was up to. Pictures of his own daughter! Lewd pictures!
He had them arranged in order, the first with her clothed and her dress lifted to reveal very nice legs. Next with her dress high enough to show her panties. Then without panties, and I noted she had quite a bit of pussy hair. Then with blouse open, showing a well-stuffed bra. Then without bra. Nice titties-very nice. They moved on then, to various completely nude poses. Spread shots came next and finally there was Joyce playing with herself. She certainly looked turned on enough, lying there with her finger in her cunt. I should have been angry, but I was turned on instead.
I spread them out on the bed and started playing with myself. So that's what's bugging him-guilt! I thought. He'd acted strange all week. I wondered if he'd fucked her yet. Probably.
I found my clit and worked on it like Larry had done. It protruded and was as hard as a marble. I had a hard-on and started jacking it off. It stuck out a lot farther than it used to, and got a lot harder, and made me hot a lot quicker. I rolled onto my back, my legs in the air, and started coming. ."Come! Come! Come!" I screamed. "Oh, God, I love to come!!" I rubbed the little clit until it hurt, and then shoved three fingers into my cunt as far as they would go. I lay gasping, the wonderful feeling already subsiding. It was too fleeting. I wanted it to last all day long.
Afterwards, with my sexual appetite temporarily satisfied, I wasn't so sure how I felt about Jack taking dirty pictures of our daughter. Did he show them to his buddies at work like he did the ones of me? Had he fucked her? Was he going to share her with other men? These were all questions that I wanted answers for. I arranged the pictures the way I had found them and put them back.
I was dressed and had the kitchen cleaned up when Joyce got back from her lessons. "Hi, Mom," she said sweetly, as if she hadn't been up to anything.
"Hi, honey," I said.
Joyce and I were eating lunch when Jack returned from golf. I watched him stroke her hair and smile down at her. A little scheme hatched in my head.
"Our other two won't be back until tonight and I have some shopping to do. I won't be back for a couple of hours-maybe three. You and Joyce will have to amuse yourselves until I get back," I said.
"Fine," Jack said, "I have some odd jobs I need to get at, anyway. Don't stay too long, hon, I'm playing poker with Chuck Stern and some guys tonight. Remember?"
"Oh, I had forgotten. Glad you mentioned it," I said.
I left the house, drove the car a block away, and parked. I sat nervously smoking for thirty minutes, plenty of time for them to get started, and then walked back to the house. I used the back door and was very quiet. The house was quiet, too. I checked the kitchen and front room, both empty, and then went silently down the hall to our bedroom. The bedroom wasn't empty, and it wasn't as quiet as the rest of the house. The door was ajar and I could hear them in there together.
"Oh, Daddy, my darling-so good ... so very fucking good!" came Joyce's voice.
I stepped up and peeked in.
The bastard was fucking her-he was fucking our daughter. They were both naked and she was flat on her back and my husband was on top of her, his cock deep in her young pussy. They were in our bed, and they were fucking.
I leaned heavily against the wall, not sure I could handle it. I didn't know what to do; my husband was fucking my daughter-fucking his daughter-his own daughter. It somehow seemed so much dirtier than when I had let John fuck me. It wasn't, though-of this I had to convince myself. I looked in again. She had her arms around him and they were kissing while they fucked. I was too confused to be really turned on, yet it was exciting to watch them; I'd never seen Jack fuck anyone before.
"Oh, oh Daddy!" Joyce cried.
"I'm about to come, honey," Jack said.
"Me, too. Go ahead, I'm coming. OH! Fuck a duck, am I ever!" she screamed. "Feels so good, Daddy-feels so good!"
I could tell from the way they were going that they were both coming, and it made me jealous. I had my hand on the door, ready to burst in, when I thought better of it and got the hell out of the house.
I went back to the car and smoked for another half hour, then went to a bar and had a couple of very stiff drinks. I felt better then, and went home.
I fixed supper as if nothing had happened. After we had finished eating, I was waiting for the right moment to confront Jack with the pictures of Joyce. He asked me to drive him to the poker game.
"Why, can't you drive?" I asked.
"Sure, but I might get drunk and not be able to drive home. I kind of feel like getting drunk," he said.
"How will you get home?"
"Oh, one of the other guys can give me a lift."
"What if they all get drunk?"
"I'll call you to come and get me."
"I might not be home."
"Sure you will," he said. I drove him to Chuck Stern's house in silence. Before he got out, he said, "What's bugging you?"
"Nothing," I said.
He shrugged and got out of the car. I didn't even wait for him to go into the house before I pulled away.
After I got home, I felt at loose ends-all keyed up. I had wanted to confront Jack and felt thwarted. Joyce was in her room, reading. I felt like confronting her, too, but decided against it-not before talking to Jack, anyway. I went to the bar and took a shot of whiskey. It tumbled wildly in my stomach for a moment and then settled down. I took another and felt a good, warm glow in my belly. I knew I had sworn off, but I needed it.
It was then, after the second whiskey, when I decided to go out; after all, Jack was out having his fun.
I took a warm shower and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror putting on lipstick when John appeared at the open door. I was startled at first because all I had on was heels and a pair of panties. I gained my composure quickly, though, realizing he had seen me in less.
"Hi, Mom," he said. "Where's Dad?"
"He's out playing poker. You're home early."
"Yeah. Nothing going on."
"Well, you're young, John, you should be home by now, anyway," I said, and returned to applying my lipstick.
"Gee, you look great standing there like that."
I actually blushed, and looked at him and smiled. "Come here and kiss me, darling," I said.
I bent down and let him kiss my mouth. His tongue moved into my mouth, and while we held the kiss, I let him feel my tits. The nipples came up fast.
"God, honey, that feels nice," I hissed.
"Mom, it's been too long," he said.
"That's not my fault," I snapped. Then I whispered, "Kiss them-kiss my tits, John."
His mouth went eagerly to one nipple, sucked and nipped for a minute, and then went to the other.
"Nice, darling-so nice," I moaned, holding his head. "You have a good mouth, John."
My belly churned with excitement as he went from one nipple to the other. When they were both completely erect, he slid his tongue down to the soft undersides of my tits, kissing and licking them expertly before moving slowly down to my bellybutton. God, Jerri had really taught him a lot; his mouth was marvelous-simply marvelous. He dropped to his knees and moved on down to the top of my little panties, skipped past them, and laid wet kisses up and down my thighs. He spread my thighs with his hands so he could give lip service to the insides. Shivers ran up my spine. He crept his mouth up slowly until he was at the crotch of my panties.
"Yes, darling, yes," I hissed. He started to pull the band to the side, but I reached down and pushed his hand away, crying, "Not yet, baby-kiss me through my panties first. Ahhhhh, yes-yes, like that! Kiss, kiss-suck-make them wet. Oooooh, my darling!"
I smoothed his hair while he caressed me with his lips. He kissed and sucked, drawing the crotch band into his mouth until I could wait no longer.
"Now, John, now, pull them down and suck my cunt," I hissed.
My panties came down to my ankles and I quickly stepped free and stood with my feet apart. His fingers spread my cunt lips and his tongue found my pussy hole. He tongue fucked me until I was gasping, and then he grasped my extended clit with his teeth, not hard, but firmly enough to send me spinning into a wild orgasm. He pulled at my button with his lips and teeth while I gasped in ecstasy, spasm after spasm of bliss driving me wild.
"Oh, my darling, my darling-don't stop-not yet ... make me come a little more!" I gasped.
He didn't stop, and I did come some more. He kept after me until my clit and cunt burned and I had to push him away. I stood leaning against the sink for support, my legs all but giving away completely. The little boy who was my son and lover looked up and smiled at me.
"Did I make it good for you, Mother?" he asked.
"Oh, God, more than good, John-it was perfect-marvelous-exquisite," I gasped. "Push your pants down and sit on the John; I want to make you feel good, too."
He did as he was told, his cock pointing straight out from his furry bush of new, soft hair. I went to the floor in front of him. I took his prick in my fingers and said, "Oh, John, it's getting bigger. You're going to have a wonderful prick. Have you fucked anyone besides Jerri and I?"
"No, Mom, just you and Jerri," he said.
"You must-you must. Oh, John, I want you to fuck every girl you can-you'll enjoy it so. And with your knowledge, you'll make them happy, too. I want you to fuck me, but I want to suck you more. I want to suck your cock and make you feel wonderful and then take your come in my mouth. Oh, darling, I want it so."
I opened my mouth and buried my face in his crotch. I sucked his cock like I've never sucked before, nuzzling his balls with my fingertips and burying my finger to its depth in his asshole.
"Oh, Mom, that feels so good," he cried.
I slowly moved my finger in and out of his asshole while I sucked. I took his cock in until the tip was in my throat. He had grown quite a bit and was now a nice mouthful. I slowed my pace, wanting him to last, knowing he couldn't. When he shuddered and jerked and started coming, I had my finger to the knuckle in his ass and his cockhead in my throat. I felt it squirt, wet and slippery, down my gullet. He still didn't have a lot, but it was more than in the past.
I milked him until he could stand no more and then fell back on my haunches. His cock was still hard, but he was drained. I wiped my lips and smiled at my darling boy.
"I hope you liked it, John," I said, "because I certainly did."
"I loved it," he said. "Gee, Mom, you're so good at it. It was the best ever."
"Am I as good as Jerri?"
He flushed. "Oh, yeah, Mom, but Jerri's good, too."
"Yes, I imagine she is. And Joyce?"
"Nah, not Joyce. She wouldn't do such a thing. She's a fucking prude, Mom."
I smiled inside. Yeah, a fucking prude who fucks with her own father-probably sucks his cock, too.
"I really am tired, Mom. I think I'll go to bed," John said.
"Yes, darling, go on to bed." I looked at my watch; it was almost eleven. "Yes, it's later than I thought," I said.
He left me then. I was still high on sex even though I'd had a wonderful come, and wanted to get fucked and fucked some more. I looked at my watch again and decided it wasn't too late to go out since Jack would probably be quite late. I went to the bar and had a stiff drink to help me decide.
I was pouring another when the phone rang. It was Jack. "Hi, hon," he said, "can you come and get me?"
"Already? It's only eleven o'clock," I snorted, and tossed down another shot.
"I don't feel like poker tonight. Come and get me.
"Can't one of the other men give you a lift?"
"They're not ready to quit," he said.
"Oh, all right," I said, and banged down the phone. "Shit, shit, shit!" I cried, charging for the bedroom.
I hesitated putting on underwear, since I was naked except for my heels, and finally put on a skirt and blouse. It felt good to be nearly naked. I went to the bar and had another shot and felt better-mellower, anyway-maybe even a little drunk. I liked the feeling.
I pulled into Chuck's driveway and honked. I sat tapping my fingers on the wheel. If Jack had drunk enough, he might go right to sleep and I could slip out for a while. I honked again. He finally came out and stopped on the driver's side. I angrily rolled down the window.
"Go around and get in. I can drive," I snapped.
"Why don't you come in for a minute and meet the guys," he said.
"Oh, get in. I'm tired, and want to go home to bed."
"Don't be an ass. They'd like to meet you."
"Is Elsie home?"
"No. She's spending the night with her sister."
"Do I know any of them besides Chuck?"
"One. Fred Bates, he's a deacon in the church. One's a guy from work you never met and the other two are cronies of Chuck's."
He had a funny look on his face. "You're drunk," I said.
"A little-not bad," he said.
"Have any of them besides Chuck seen the pictures of me naked?"
"Well, uh...." he stammered, looking at the ground. "Yeah, all of them."
"And you expect me to go in there and meet them?"
"Aw fuck, Janet, you don't care and you know it, he said angrily, and jerked open the door. "Now come on, goddammit. We won't stay long."
I got out slowly, trying to act reluctant even though I tingled with anticipation.
"When did they see them? The pictures," I said.
"Tonight. They're in my pocket," he snorted and slammed the car door.
"You're a rotten sonofabitch, Jack," I said.
"Yeah," he said, and pulled me close. He kissed me, running his hand up and down my back. Feeling no bra strap, he moved his hand around to my tits. "Jesus, no bra," he said.
"No, nothing. I'm naked under my skirt and blouse."
"Christ, baby, you're the most," he said, and let his hand come up under my skirt. "You got the best body of any broad in the whole world." He nuzzled my pussy with his fingers, the tips sliding back and forth in the deep furrow.
"Do you like my cunt?" I said, pressing down on his hand.
"Oh, God!" he said, one finger nudging inside.
"Let's go on in, or do you want to fuck me out here on the grass?"
"I might fuck you in there in front of those guys."
I giggled. "I dare you."
"Don't dare me unless you want me to."
"I dare you," I said again.
"Let's go in and have a drink."
I took Jack's hand and let him lead me in. I was inwardly trembling. Five men, all of whom had just been looking at pictures of me naked. I wondered if Jack had brought the ones with Frank Smith.
The house was filled with smoke. Jack led me into the family room where five men sat around a card table. They were all looking at me.
"Hi," I said timidly.
Chuck Stern jumped up and came over. "Hi, Jan. Goddamn, it's nice to see you," he said, and kissed me on the cheek.
I had never seen Chuck drunk before, and he was feeling no pain now. "Hi, Chuck," I said, and brought my lips to his. The kiss was brief, but he got my message. "Introduce me to your guests and then get me a drink," I said.
Chuck introduced them and I gave them each a sexy little look. Fred Bates, the deacon in our church, was really looped, and grinned stupidly. "Hi, Janice," he said.
I went to where he sat. "Hi, Freddie. Gee, last time I saw you was a couple of weeks ago in church. You were taking the collection. Remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Fred said.
"Oh, Freddie, you didn't even know I was there."
"I sure did. I always notice you, Janet." He grinned drunkenly, his eyes glassy. He was a homely little guy, bald and with a generous paunch. I barely knew him, really.
"You're sweet," I said, and bent over and kissed the top of his bald head. He reached for me, but before he could touch me I swirled away. "Where's my drink, Chuck?" I said.
Chuck brought me a tall glass and I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, showing a goodly portion of my bare thighs. Every man ogled me hungrily. I gave a little shiver, the thrill of anticipation racing up my spine. Five new men wanting me, and my husband to watch-God, was I ever going to enjoy this.
There was a certain amount of small talk while I finished my drink and had another. They were strong drinks, and I was quickly quite drunk.
Chuck had seated himself beside me, and I suddenly noticed his hand high on my leg, edging slowly under my rising skirt. I didn't mind, really, but I pushed his hand away, wondering how long he had been feeling my leg. I looked up and saw Jack seated right across from the couch, watching. He grinned and nodded, his hand gently rubbing his crotch. I knew what he wanted and nodded back.
Chuck's hand was back on my thigh. "You're brave, Chuck, taking liberties like that with my husband watching," I said.
Chuck, always something of a coward, shot a glance at Jack. He saw my husband smiling and his hand slid higher. "He doesn't mind, Janet ... do you?" Chuck said.
"Of course I mind," I said, but left his hand on my thigh. It moved higher, pushing my skirt up as it went. The men leered, watching my charms come slowly into view. I looked at fat little Freddie. He was perspiring, his round face red, and he was openly rubbing his crotch.
"Take it out, Freddie," I said.
"Wha ... what, I, oh," he stammered.
"Take your cock out. Let me see it."
His face flushed redder, but he still gripped his crotch.
"Reel it out, Freddie," one of the men-Pat, I think-said. "I bet she'll suck it for you."
Chuck reached my crotch then. "Jesus, you're naked under your skirt," he said.
"Of course, Chuck. I never wear pants when I want to get a fuck," I said, and jumped up. I went to Freddie and kneeled in front of him. "Take it out, honey. I'll suck it for you. I really will."
He was too dumbfounded to move so I pushed his hand aside and unzipped him. I reached in and pulled out his prick. It wasn't big and it wasn't small, but it was beautiful-a nice, old-fashioned, uncircumcised cock. It was good and hard. "Oh, Freddie, Freddie," I moaned, and pushed it slowly between my puckered lips. It was slick and wet and delicious.
I seemed to slip away from reality for a moment, lost in the pleasure of sucking this funny little man's prick, but I was brought back when I felt someone close behind me. My skirt was up on my back and a cock was sliding back and forth between my ass cheeks. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and reached back with one hand to guide it into the right hole. It had no sooner entered me before I felt Freddie stiffen; his sticky jism spurted into my mouth. I cupped his balls and sucked him out good, the cock from behind now deep in my twitching cunt. It wasn't to be there for long, because he was soon coming, too.
I found out later that they had cut cards to see who got me first. I wouldn't have minded that if it had happened after the party was started, and everyone had known why I was there. But it happened before I even came into the house. I guess it was only natural, since Jack had already told them that they could all fuck me.
After Freddie and the man from behind had come, I wound up on my back on the floor. The next one was on top of me. I could tell he wouldn't last long, either, and hunched up hard to meet each thrust. I glanced over at Jack and saw he had his hard cock out, and was slowly pulling on it. I came then-my first of many. The guy pounding into me came, too.
Number three was good and lasted a little longer. His cock was nice and big and he brought me off. After he brought me off, I sat up and took his sweet cum into my mouth. He really came a lot, squirting wad after wad of hot jizz between my sucking lips.
Chuck was next-Jack had said how unlucky he was at cards. I got up and took his hand. "Let's go in the bedroom and do it," I said.
We went into the bedroom and undressed and lay naked on the bed. We kissed for a long time, not caring where my mouth had been.
"Oh, Chuck, darling, love me good. Fuck me now. I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time," I moaned.
I was spread out, and he pushed in slowly. It felt so good and was so much nicer on a bed.
I don't know just when Jack came in, but when I turned my head and saw him, he kneeled beside the bed and kissed me.
"Jan, Jan, I love you so much," he said.
"Do you-do you really?" I said. It turned me on so to have him there kissing me while another had his cock up my pussy.
"Yes, really," he said. "Will you suck my cock while Chuck fucks you?"
"Of course," I said.
With my head turned to the side, I sucked my husband's cock while Chuck fucked. I think I came twice before either of them shot off. Chuck came before Jack and milked his long cock into my cunt. Jack was close behind and did the same into my mouth. Afterwards, I lay between them and sucked first one cock and then the other, even though both were soft.
I could have closed my eyes and gone to sleep right there, but Freddie still hadn't fucked me, and I wanted all five. I went back to the den and found him sitting in the same spot. He was holding his cock in his hand; it wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft, either. I got his pants and shorts down to his ankles and sat on his lap. I faced him, a leg on each side, and pointed his cock up between us and it rested nicely in my soft pussy hair.
"Oh, God, Janet," he moaned, "you're so beautiful. I've wanted to hold you and kiss you and fuck you for so long."
"Do it now, darling, do it now," I whispered.
His arms were around me and he was kissing me. We necked for a long time and his cock slowly grew. When he was hard enough, I raised up and inserted his cock all the way in my hungry cunt.
"Oh, God-God-so good. I've loved you from afar for such a long time, Janet," he cried.
"Have you really?"
"Yes, yes. I've watched you in church, wanting you so much that when it was time for the collection, I was afraid my hard-on would show when I got up."
"You darling-you sweet, wonderful darling," I moaned, kissing him hard, fucking him slowly, expertly.
"Oh, God, that's good. I wish that sometime ... just you and me ... we could...." he gasped.
"Yes, yes-anytime you say. We can go to a motel, or your house if your wife is gone, or my house when Jack is gone. Oh, Fred, darling, you feel so good-your cock is so nice in there. Fuck me, honey-fuck me slow-don't come for a long, long time." I rested my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck, his ear, his cheek.
We went like this for a long time, my ass rising and falling, up from his lap, back down. Finally he gasped, panted frantically for breath and spilled his cum into my gooey cunt. I came, too.
He was completely spent, and almost gone with booze, but still managed to murmur, "You won't forget, will you, Janet ... just you and me, just the two of us."
"I won't forget, darling, I promise. Call me next week and we'll make a definite date. I want you again, Freddie. I want you alone." I did, too.
The two guys who fucked me first both had hard-ons again and were ready for another fuck. They were both drunk and didn't care how used I was by this time. I took them into the bedroom one at a time and gave each a good ride.
I was pretty well wiped out by this time and ready to go home, but Chuck and the man who had fucked me third decided I had to suck them off before I went. I sat on the floor in front of the couch and sucked them off. I moved back and forth, sucking first one and then the other. It was kind of a kick. Chuck came first, spilling a pretty good load for his second time, which only whetted my appetite for the next. I sucked and fondled the man's balls until he grunted, calling me several filthy names, and squirted my reward into my waiting mouth. I sucked until I was sure he had nothing left and swallowed the thick cum I had collected in my mouth.
Jack had seemed to sober a little, but said he was still too drunk to drive. I drove, even though I was blind drunk.
Jack lit a cigarette and slouched down in the seat. "God, Janet, you fucked them all-every one of them," he said.
"Yeah," I said. "I sure did. In fact, I fucked two of them twice and sucked four cocks until they came, including yours."
"Jesus," he said, and sank deeper in the seat. "Did you enjoy it?" he added softly.
"Yes, I enjoyed it. Wasn't I supposed to?" He didn't answer. "You sure as fuck seemed to be enjoying it while you sat and watched and pulled on your cock. You enjoyed it when I sucked you off, too."
The car was silent the rest of the way home. When we got there, Jack stripped off his clothes and got into bed naked. He faced away from me.
"I don't know what the hell you're mad about-tonight was your idea, not mine," I said.
"I'm not mad," he muttered.
"The hell you're not. Tell me something, Jack dear. You had tonight all planned-that's why you had me drive you. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah," he said, "I guess I did."
"And I know why," I said, and went to the dresser and took out the packet of pictures of Joyce and tossed them onto the bed.
"Wha ... what's that?" he said, sitting up.
"You know damn well, Jack Kelly. You feel guilty, so you set me up for an orgy."
"I don't know what you're talking about. You're drunk."
I opened the packet and fanned the pictures out in front of him. "You took these. Right?"
He wet his lips with his tongue, and finally said, "Yes."
"Have you fucked her?" He looked away, then got up.
"I have to pee," he said.
"Don't avoid me. Have you fucked her?" I screeched.
He turned back, his face red. "Yes, goddammit, I fucked her," he yelled.
"I knew it. It's why you want me to fuck other men. So you won't feel so guilty."
"Not completely," he said, and sat back down. "It turns me on to see another man fuck you. I brought Frank Smith home to fuck you long before I got into Joyce."
I sat on the floor by the bed and took his cock in my hand. "It would turn me on to see you fuck another woman."
"Goddamn, and I thought you'd be mad, especially about Joyce."
"I want to watch you fuck Joyce, too." I didn't see any point in telling him I already had.
"You really did enjoy tonight?"
"Yes, I really did. Maybe we could do it again."
"We can have it here next time," Jack said enthusiastically.
"With different men," I said.
"Yeah, and maybe another woman," Jack said.
"Better than that-we could include Joyce."
Jack looked shocked. "I don't think Joyce is ready for anything like that, honey. She's still pretty shy."
"Jerri isn't shy," I said.
"Jerri? She's too young."
"She's been fucking for quite a while, and quite a lot. Don't ask how I know-I just know."
"Have our own daughter at an orgy, and let guys fuck her?"
"Why not? Guys are already fucking her," I said.
"God, you're getting callous, Jan. I just couldn't do it."
"You let them fuck me, and I'm your wife. You could have two tables of poker and both Joyce and Jerri could join in. It sounds rather exciting to me."
"I don't know, Jan-maybe. You're really sure that Jerri is active sexually?"
"Active is an understatement. She is fucking regularly. She...."
"She what?"
"Uh, and she enjoys it, too." I had almost told him that she was even fucking his young son. I decided to wait a bit on that. I was definitely going to wait before telling him I was fucking John, too.
His cock was resting in my palm, still fairly soft. "Do you want me to suck it? You could use one more good come. Make you sleep."
"I have to pee, remember? And it's getting urgent," he said.
"Well, go ahead. I don't mind," I said, and took his soft prick deep in my mouth.
"Aw, Jan ... no," he whined-then, "Aw, shit." He relaxed and let it go.
His warm piss filled my mouth. I swallowed. God, it was so exciting.