Chapter 10
The first thing Neal did was turn on the color television set.
"These dirty movies ought to get us in the mood," he smiled. "Now I want you to take off every stitch of clothes, I enjoy seeing a naked girl parade around in front of me. I'll strip and lie in the middle of the bed and just watch you walk."
Jan looked at him nervously. What kind of a kook was he?
With a bit of hesitation, Jan began undressing. Now and then she would glance at the television screen. As the color pictures began flashing across the screen, she got more nervous. For there was a black man with two women entertaining him. One woman had her pussy over his face and he was clutching her bare white buttocks. The other woman was going up and down on his cock. She was finger fucking his ass-hole and playing with his scrotum at the same time.
"That stud sure has a good thing going," Neal observed. "I wish I had two women."
"That might cost you fifty dollars," she laughed, "and I'm sure that would be out of your price range."
When it came time to pull off her panties and her bra, she was a bit reluctant to do so. For she didn't like the strange look surfacing in Neal's eyes. He could be a Jack-the-Ripper or another Slasher. She hoped that he wasn't off on drugs and another Charlie Manson.
"You look afraid," Neal observed.
"They never did catch the Zodiac Killer," she commented.
"Look, baby," he told her, "what kind of a nut do you think I am?"
"I was just wondering," she said, biting her lower lip nervously.
"Wonder no more," he exclaimed, "I want to assure you that there's nothing wrong with me that a good fuck wouldn't cure. I'm just like any other healthy normal American male. I like to stick my dick in a woman's pussy on the side every Saturday night. I enjoy eating pussy on the side when my wife isn't wiser. And I insist on any chick I pay to go down on me."
"You expect me to put my nice clean mouth on your dirty old dick," Jan put on a big act.
"Haven't you ever gone down on a man before?" he asked in disbelief and dismay.
"I'm afraid I haven't, honey," she told him. "My husband is not very virile."
"Apparently not," he shook his head, "well, sweetie, you've got to learn. And I guess you'll have to get your education by sucking my cock."
"All right, if you'll teach me," she agreed. "But don't expect me to be a professional."
"I don't," he chuckled. "If you were, you'd get a hundred an hour."
At that point she almost wished she'd said she was a professional when they began their bargaining.
"Now I am sitting here naked wondering why you still have your panties and bra on," Neal complained.
"All right," she said angrily, "I'll undress."
Bounding out of the bed he came over to her. He tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties and slid his hand down to feel of her moistening crotch.
"You'll take it off," he told her," 'cause I'll pull it off. Do you understand?"
He yanked off her bra and put both hands out to play with her bosoms.
"Nice set of knockers," he told her, "the good sucking variety."
Bending over he began sucking on one breast while he manipulated the other with his finger tips.
"Oh, Neal," she sighed in her most erotic voice. "It feels good when your tongue licks at my breast. Keep it up, darling."
He continued exciting her. She was really turned on now.
"Oh, darling," she panted, "are you gonna eat my box?"
"Sure I am," he told her. "Just give me a moment. My tongue can only be in one place at one time. When I see a gorgeous hunk of woman like you I wish I had a thousand tongues so I could lick every crack and crevice and corner of your body."
"What a touching thing for you to say, Neal," she sighed dreamily. "I wish you could put it into a song."
"What would we call it?"
"The Pussy Sucking Symphony," she smiled. "In the first movement your tongue would stroke my clit. In the second movement I would grind my hips. And in the third movement I would gush. Start sucking. I want our Sucking Symphony to be beautiful."
Neal was so impressed with the put-on performance that he took her for real. He carried her over to the bed. He quit looking at the black dude who was getting two women to take care of him.
Instead he focused his attention on the one beautiful naked woman whose body was spread out before him.
"Honey," he smiled, "just part your pussy lips for me. That's it, sweetheart. Now I'll stick my tongue in there and lash that pink flesh. Oh, baby, you're gonna get your Sucking Symphony."
His tongue flicked inside of her. He loved the beauty of her vagina. Every curly pubic hair excited him. His hands clasped her ass cheeks as his tongue stabbed away.
"Eat my box, Neal," she sighed. "Ohhh, ohhh, yes, yes, baby, suck my snatch. That's what I want. Oh, play with my titties while you eat my box."
Obediently Neal reached up to grip her bosoms and stimulate them while he let his nose dive into her vagina along with his tongue.
"You're getting rough," she told him, "ease off, baby."
Neal realized he was getting carried away with her juicing cunt. He recognized that he had to be careful.
"Eat me," she begged. "Eat my snatch. Oh, you dirty pussy eater, stick your tongue up there. That's it, baby, suck it. Suck that sweet snatch. Now you're doing it. Just like I love it. Oh, honey, suck snatch. Suck me."
His slippery tongue flipped all around her. He was bringing her closer to a juicy climax.
"Oh, baby," she begged him, "now you're doing it. Just like I love it. Oh, sweetheart, suck me. Love me."
There wasn't the least doubt in his mind that she was a delicious dish to eat. Her pussy had become a passion for him. His slippery, flipping tongue licked vigorously as he finished her off.
When he had completed the act of devouring her, he slid his tongue out. He patted her ass cheeks and thanked her.
"You were a beautiful chick," he told her, "and it was my pleasure to suck you all the way."
"Now you must teach me how to suck you off," she told Neal. "I want to return the favor."
"I'm almost afraid to ask you to go down on my dirty thing," he told her. "You're such a lady."
"Forget it," she told him, "I've got to learn to be a passion flower in the bedroom. Maybe my husband would turn on more if I knew the technical points of cock sucking."
"If you really want to be uninhibited," Neal smiled, "you've got to lick the scrotum, too."
"Naturally," she smiled, "that includes that same sensation for the balls?"
"Yes," he said, "it's very important that you suck on the balls. Every man loves to have his balls sucked. Especially they like to get their ass sucked. That's usually reserved for the more talented tongue girls in the whorehouses."
"What do you mean?" she asked innocently. "You mean there are actually women who will lick ass?"
"Yes, my dear," he nodded, "I'm afraid some women have stooped to that. However, I must admit that it is a total delight to have one's ass sucked."
"Have you had your ass sucked lately, Neal?"
"No, as a matter-of-fact I haven't," he told her, "but, baby, I could teach you a lot about that, too. That is, if you're interested in learning. It's really an art to ass suck, you know."
"I'm sure it is," she told him. "I know a lot of politicians are ass suckers. I guess they're speaking as a figure of speech."
"I certainly hope so," Neal shuddered at the thought.
"Now how should I get started?" she asked in her Marilyn Monroe kittenish voice.
"The first thing you've got to do," Neal told her, "is to get down there around my crotch. I'll just lie on my back and you'll slip down there around my dick and grab it. You can jack it off while you're licking the nuts. If you would like to, of course, I wouldn't care if you'd slide your tongue around my ass crack."
"I'll do what I can," she said quietly.
She got down there around his penis and pulled on it.
"You've got a good hand, honey," he told her. "Keep pumping my penis." Not only did she pump on Neal's cock, but she let her tongue slide around his big hairy balls. As she observed them swelling she commented, "They're getting bigger."
"I certainly hope so," Neal said, "as any man's testicles swell when the man gets excited. It's a natural phenomenon."
"What's a phenomenon?" she asked him.
"Forget it," he told her, "just suck my nuts. Come on, sweetheart, suck them."
Opening her mouth she let him push his balls inside. She licked them lightly and nibbled.
"Don't nibble too hard," he objected, "I need them for a lifetime."
She let his balls slip out of her mouth and profusely apologized.
"I didn't mean to nibble on the family jewels," she told him. "I got carried away down there around your crotch."
"I know how exciting it can get," he said. "Now, honey, you just get back there and do a little ass licking, too. You said you wanted to know how."
"All right," she agreed in her kittenish voice.
She went on pulling on his throbbing pulsating penis as her tongue slid down to his ass crack.
"Slide your tongue all the way in there," Neal told her.
Her tongue plunged up his rectum. He twisted his ass on her tongue.
"Get the rhythm, baby," he told her. "That's it, There's an art to ass eating."
She was learning the art swiftly. Her tongue pumped vigorously up his ass-hole and he was flipping out.
"Keep that going, baby," he told her. "Oh, wow!"
Reaching up she massaged his scrotum. He loved having her fingers toying with his balls.
"Suck my prick," he told her. "Oh, baby, slip your sweet mouth over my dick."
Pulling her tongue out of his ass she licked to his penis head. She let her mouth slip over just the head of it. Tickling the top of his cock she got him more stimulated. His penis quivered. Some of his juice started dripping from his cock head.
"Suck me," he begged her frantically. "Come on, baby, suck my big juicy dong. That's it. Suck it off, sweetheart."
He was pleased with her performance.
"Now you're sucking," he told her enthusiastically, "come on, cock sucker, suck my prick."
Her head bobbed up and down on his thick, pulsating cock. She was really stimulated. She decided to slip a finger up Neal's ass-hole. She calculated that if he got a charge out of her tongue slamming up his rectum, he also would enjoy her finger.
"You're doing it just right," he told her. "Yes, baby, I'm really enjoying it. Keep sticking your finger up my ass and sucking my cock. That's the way I like it. Oh, baby, the double action. Suck. Suck that big juicy dick. Suck it, sweetheart. How you're doing it. Just like I like it. Suck my cock."
All at once he exploded. Reaching down with both hands he pinned her over his penis.
"Eat my meat," he panted, "get the juice, baby. Suck it. Suck the cream. The cream comes out of the top."
In waves of erotic delight she sucked at the hot white cream shot into her mouth.
"Gobble my dick," he begged her, "oh, sweetheart, suck every drop out of me. Drain me."
She drained him until it tickled. Then he had enough.
"Pull off," he told her, "you've had your load, baby."
She was pleased that she could give him such a good sexual performance.
When she eased off him he looked at her.
"You've really got a body," he told her, "you've got so much talent."
She reached over and began massaging his balls.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked her.
"I want to see how many times I can make it shoot," she explained.
"All right, you've got your way," he said, "you've got it up again."
"I thought I would go down on it," she smiled at Neal.
Applying some KY to his cock mystified him.
"Why are you doing that?"
"Because I'm gonna slide my ass down over your dick," she explained.
Straddling him she gripped his cock and eased her ass-hole over the head of his shaft. It slipped in smoothly. When it came to the tight anal ring, she shoved.
"Fuck me," she panted as she pushed. . Neal loved doing it this way. He gripped her hips.
"Roll your ass, sweetheart," he told her. "Oh, baby, you sure know how to ass fuck."
She went on wiggling. He was getting hotter every moment and so was she.
"Fuck me," he begged. "Oh, baby, now you're doing it. That's the way. Twist your tail. Oh, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck it."
In and out his hot penis rode. She pulled up so far one time it slipped off. But she hastily slid back down on his cock.
"I want to feel you shooting it up my ass," she told him. "I like the sensation of the sperm squirting up my butt."
She continued pulling up and down on him. He was pleased that she was willing to let him have her ass this way.
"You're a wonderful woman," he panted, "and you sure know how to give a guy a good screw. Keep your ass twisting. That's it. Come on, baby. Grab it. Move it. Screw it."
As she continued clutching his cock with her ass muscles she could tell he was closing in on a speedy climax.
"Hang in, honey," Neal panted as he pumped it up her ass. "I'm almost there. "Oh, yes, baby. like that. Twist your tail. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. I'm cuming, baby, I'm cuming."
The hot sperm gushed from his cock head.
"Ohhh," he moaned in delight as he felt her sphincter muscle pulling on his penis.
The hot sperm shot up her ass.
"Flood me," she begged him, "shoot it off, baby. Ohhh, let me slide up and down on your sperm load."
When she had finished getting him off, she eased off his penis. He nodded.
"You're a great fuck," he told her, "a real ass gal."
CHAPTER ll
Jan was so proud of herself and the compliments that men had given her regarding her ability to give bizarre sex stimulation, she figured she might as well profit on it.
She called up her girl friend Vera and told her what she had in mind to do. She knew Vera had been hustling and she wanted tips.
"Vera," she began, "did you ever advertise in that underground newspaper for men?"
"I used to run a little box ad," she agreed, "and I had excellent results."
"How did you do it so you let them know you were going to charge?" she asked innocently.
'That's easy," she told her. "All you do is say, 'Nude Modeling. Emphasis on Bosoms or Emphasis on Vagina or Emphasis on Buttocks.' They get the idea. Some girls even advertise 'Mouth Girl Model.'"
They had a good laugh. At that point Jan decided she had better terminate the conversation and place her ad. She wanted to see how much money she could make on her specialty.
She phoned the underground newspaper classified section and placed her ad. The girl who took the ad laughed as she gave it to her.
"When you say 'Rear End Model,' " the girl quipped, "that means in underground language, ass fucker."
"It's better than advertising ass sucker," she told her.
"I don't know," the girl replied, "they might get paid more."
She was so angry now at the insolence of this girl's untamed tongue that she felt like telling her to go to hell. However, she realized that she had better play it cool.
"Just give my phone number and say, 'Calls Between Eleven and Three.' "
"I take it you're a housewife," the girl laughed. "When the cat is away the rat will play. Right? Get it?"
"I'm not here for jokes," she told her, "now if you want to place my ad, fine. If you want to be a comic, you should apply for something in radio or television."
"You've been my inspiration," the classified girl thanked her. "I'll apply today. I'm sick and tired of this sticky job, if you know what I mean."
After she'd given her her phone number she decided that she would go for a drive. It was such a beautiful day that as she sped down the freeway and looked at the fleecy white clouds against the blue sky and the outline of the mountains in the distant background, she wondered why she was propelled into such wild sexual activity. She wished she could be like any other human being. As she looked at the cars sweeping by her on the freeway, she wondered if others were as wild in their sexual desires as she. She looked up at a trucker and he looked back at her. She couldn't help wink at him as he was a good-looking, brown-haired young man.
"Over there, baby," the trucker yelled from his cab as he put down the window, "turn off the freeway."
That was too much. Picking people up on the freeway. Nevertheless, she figured it might be an unusual experience.
She pulled off the freeway as he told her to and parked the car. She played innocent.
"Is there something wrong with my car?" she asked him.
"No way," he smiled. "I just would like to see if we could get acquainted. You're such an attractive dame that when you winked at me I figured it was worth pulling off the freeway."
"Would it surprise you if I was a hooker?" she smiled up at him.
"Nothing surprises me any more," he assured her. "I would be very interested in getting involved with you, sweetheart."
"I charge for my favors," she smiled. "Twenty-five dollars for a quickie blow job and fifty for everything."
He told her, "You know how to put a price tag on your pussy, don't you?"
"A girl has to protect herself," she explained. "Women get taken advantage of if they don't let a man know right at the start it's gonna cost."
"Well, I'd like to do everything to you," the trucker told her. "I'd like to stick it in every hole. I'll take the fifty-dollar deal."
He glanced around and saw a motel a short way down the highway.
"Let's get cracking," he told her, "because I've got a lot of work to do, baby. We can get together and have some fun."
She went with him to the motel but before she would set foot in the door she told him she wanted her money.
"You're a mercenary little wench," he smiled as he gave her two twenties and a ten. She didn't make any comment but she tucked the money into her purse and thanked him.
Once into the place she noticed how crude he was.
"I want you to suck ass and lick my balls and do everything, baby."
"And you're not afraid to ask for action now that you paid the price," she told him flatly.
"You're in the sex business, aren't you?" he grinned. "You get talked to like this all the time, don't you?"
She wanted to let on that she was a professional. After all, she had to have some experience before she would go into it on a big time basis when they ran her ad in the underground paper.
"Yes, of course," she covered quickly. "It's just monotonous. You know, blow jobs, ass fucks, the works."
"Mentioning ass fucks," he told her as he looked at her body when she had pulled off her panties and bra, "You look like you have a nice ass."
She turned around. He smiled.
"I'd sure like to stick my prick up your ass," he told her. "Can I?"
"You've got the fifty-dollar action," she nodded, "You can do anything you want with me."
"I was hoping so," he told her, "because if you wouldn't let me I would force my dick up your ass. I really will enjoy fucking you."
She was grateful that she always carried some sexual preparations in her purse. She pulled out a skimpy remainder of a tube of KY.
"It looks like you've given plenty of action," he smiled as he noticed how used the tube was.
"Men turn on with me," she explained, "I can't help it."
Now the trucker was bare-ass naked. As he walked over to her and asked her to stroke his cock a few times, she shook her head.
"Here I am stroking your prick and I don't even know your name."
"It's Tom," he told her. "Now, sweetheart, don't ask me if I'm married or not. That doesn't make any difference."
"It doesn't to me, darling," she smiled as she pulled on his cock. "I'm saving your wife the agony of doing things she probably wouldn't want to do anyway."
"You hit it right on the nail," he told her. "You sure did. My wife is dreadful. When I want her to lick my dick, she won't do it. When I ask her to let me stick it up her ass, she always has an excuse."
"What kind of an excuse?" Jan asked Tom as she pulled on his cock with one hand and tickled his balls with the other.
"She says my cock is too big for her small ass-hole," he explained.
"What an absurd reason," she shook her head in disbelief. "Any person who knows anything about sex realizes that if you get on all fours and bend the ass up and the guy has plenty of lubrication on his shaft, it'll rise in easy."
"Of course," he told her, "It's silly that she is so difficult."
Now that his cock was hard she knew what he wanted.
"First, baby doll," he told her, "I want you to suck my nuts and lick my dick."
He squatted and she got down beneath him.
"You men like your women subservient," she smiled.
He swung his balls over her nose. "Lick my nuts," he insisted. "Go ahead, use your tongue."
She let her tongue slide out along his balls. He loved the sensation.
"Now open your mouth," he told her, "and let me slip my balls inside."
She opened her mouth and he lowered himself. Once his balls were inside her mouth she let her tongue lightly sweep over them.
"You are holding the future generation," he smiled, "be kind to them."
It seemed mysterious and wonderful to have his balls in his mouth.
"Now, sweetheart," he told her, "a few licks on my dick."
She pulled off his balls and let her tongue slide up the underside of his shaft. Slowly opening her mouth he let his cock slip in.
"Suck my sticky dick," he told her. "Oh, sweetheart, let me deep throat fuck you a minute or two. I don't want to go off this way. I want to shoot it into your ass. But this is a good beginning."
She arched her head back. He gripped her and guided his cock down her throat.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted as his cock caressed her throat, "does that ever feel fantastic. I sure wish my wife would let me try it on her. Of course I get so mad at her I'd probably want to choke her with it."
His testicles rode her face and she could catch the aroma of his sweaty balls as his big cock stabbed down her throat.
"Reach up and play with my ass," he smiled.
Jan let her hands grip the trucker's ass cheeks. She massaged his flexing buttocks as he went on driving his cock down her throat.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're really opening up for me. Oh, sweetheart, I'd better pull my cock out of your throat because I want to shoot it up your ass."
Tom pulled his penis out of her. He got to his feet. She was in an erotic daze at this point.
"Oh, I enjoyed that so much," she smiled.
Getting to her feet she went over to the bed. She applied KY to his cock. Then she got on all fours and bent over. Her ass was upraised. Mounting her, Tom flipped his slippery cock between her ass crack.
"You've got nice ass cheeks," he told her, "you're a real anal chick."
With a vigorous hard stab he rode forward.
"Fuck, baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck it."
He rode his cock into her.
"That's the way to do it," he panted. "Oh, sweetheart, let me fuck you. Now, baby, now."
She swung her hips for him. He told her to look in the mirror.
"It's a fantastic sight to see my slippery dick sliding up your ass," he told her. "Watch over there."
Glancing at their reflection she enjoyed the sight of Tom's thick stabbing cock.
"Fuck," he commanded, "twist your tail on my dick. Oh, sweetheart, that's the way I like it. Fuck it. Oh, honey, you've sure got a tight ass. You're all right, baby."
His hands squeezed her ass cheeks until they were red.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful up here," he told her. "You really deserve to be ass fucked. Oh, sweetheart, I can hardly stand it."
Tom's big balls bounced on her buttocks as he plunged his cock in up to the hilt.
Suddenly she felt him shooting.
"I'm cuming," Tom exclaimed. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Milk my prick. Oh, sweetheart, grab it with your ass."
She pulled his penis tightly with her ass muscles. Tom's gun was unloading.
"You sure got me revved up, baby," he told her. "Squeeze it. Get all the cream out of my cock."
She squeezed his penis tightly as the hot fluid shot up her behind.
When he finally pulled his penis out of her he was so satisfied he rolled over.
"I enjoyed that," he told her. "I haven't had such a good fuck-off in a long time."
She looked at him admiringly.
"You're sure a handsome dude."
"I used to play football when I was in college," he told her. "I was really in shape then. Plenty of chicks wanted to bed down with me. But I haven't had much fun since I got married."
"Why does marriage always have to interfere with good times?" she smiled.
"Are you married?" Tom asked her bluntly.
"Do you think a married woman would carry on like this?" she teased.
"It's been known to happen," he told her. "I've heard of plenty of housewives who double as hookers."
"All right, I'll tell you the truth," she confessed. "So I am married. My husband isn't able to satisfy me. So I have to get other men. If I took all the sex that I really need from him he wouldn't be able to go to work. He'd stagger."
Tom laughed.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "You really are."
She loved having him talk to her like this. However, she was surprised what a little bit of time he could spend with her. For about five minutes later he got up, took a shower and told her, "I've got to hit the road. I've got deadlines to meet."
"Thank you, trucker," she smiled as he left.
"Take care," Tom called out as he left her alone.
It did seem strange to have made money and enjoy sex so much. Certainly Len never paid her for sex. She was grateful that Tom was a careful fucker. She had worried about the fact that he seemed like a big rugged he-man trucker. She was afraid that he would be so difficult in bed that he might injure her. Especially if he wanted to slip it up her ass. She was grateful that she had some lubrication for his shaft. Was it that men were turning to ass fucking, or was it that her ass was so beautiful? This was the problem.
A few moments later she glanced at her watch which lay on the night stand nearby. Realizing what time it was she knew she had to get home for her husband's dinner.
Hastily hurrying from the motel after she'd dressed, she picked up some New York steaks at the supermarket. She winked at the butcher and wondered if she could have gotten the steaks free if she had offered sex. Then a strange thought went through her mind. She wondered how many women were peddling their pussy for the butcher. All life is a meat market, she said to herself, as she hurried out of the store.
That night at dinner her husband asked her how things went.
"Just fine," she told him. "I was doing some research at the library."
"On what?"
"On orgasms," she smiled.
"Now what the fuck were you doing that for?" he demanded. "Don't I give you a good enough screw?"
"Do you always have to bark at me?" she demanded.
"If you're doing research on orgasms, yes," he told her. "First you'll be reading about it in the library and then you'll be going out with other men. I think I'm plenty capable of satisfying you. Don't you?"
Seeing his ego was so delicately involved, she immediately nodded.
"Of course, darling," she replied, "what woman could ever ask for anything more than you?"
He smiled as his ego had been properly massaged.
Finally he asked her what she had learned.
"I read there are mechanical fuckers," she explained, "who create a monotonous type of orgasm. Then there are other men. Men who are capable of creating an apocalyptic orgasm."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Norman Mailer talks about the apocalyptic orgasm," she smiled knowingly.
"Norman Mailer," he laughed. "That guy has been off his rocker for so long it isn't funny. He's the one who beat his wife or did something dreadful. Forget him."
"He just happens to be one of the greatest writers in America," she told him, "and he knows all about sex. He wrote that beautiful book on Marilyn."
"Marilyn Monroe," he shook his head, "playing around with everybody. Didn't make any difference whether they were married or whether they had inportant positions in the government. She had to get her kicks."
"Maybe they used her," Jan suggested. "Apparently she really turned them on. She had a gorgeous body."
"That she did," he agreed. "I sure would have liked to have had sex with her myself. like fifty million other red-blooded American men."
"Sweetheart," she asked him, "do you think I could sell my body? Do you think I could get anywhere in films?"
"Certainly, dear," he smiled. "They might give you some kind of an award for a fuck film. I'm sure that you could make a great hit."
That got her angry. She got to her feet and went to the bedroom.
"I'm sorry," Len called out. "I didn't mean to hurt you, honey. You probably would win one of those beautiful Academy Awards for some performance. God knows you put enough performances on in this place."
She didn't respond. Finally Len burst into the bedroom. Jan was stretched across the bed, sobbing.
"You're such a beast," she complained. "You don't give a damn about me. You just want me for the traditional Saturday-night fuck. I'm sick and tired of being used."
"Baby doll," he told her, "I'll give you some action tonight. What would you like me to do?"
"I don't know," she told him.
"How about a sixty-nine?" he smiled at his wife.
"All right," she agreed.
Jan and Len took a shower after they had stripped. Going back to the bedroom she splashed lotion all over his private areas.
"Don't do that," he told her, "my body odors are good enough. You'll take all the naturalness out of me."
"It'll help if I'm expected to suck around your crotch," she laughed.
They stretched out and now she was even with his thick pulsating cock. Len was even with her pussy. He tugged on her pussy hairs.
"You sadistic so-and-so," she complained. "Quit pulling at my pussy. You want to lick if, okay. Stick your tongue in there and start sucking."
His tongue flipped inside her vagina. She loved the feel of his tongue sweeping and searching inside of her. At the same time his hands clasped her ass cheeks. She ground her hips around. Then she let her tongue slip along his ass crack. Suddenly she stabbed her tongue up Len's ass-hole. He loved having his ass sucked while he was eating her snatch. The two of them carried on like this until she knew his cock was yearning for release. Slipping her tongue from his ass-hole she slid along his balls. Then she took his penis in her mouth and sucked on him. At the same time he was flipping his tongue up and down her clit. If that isn't equivalent sex, she thought to herself, what is? Now the two of them were going to town. like two wild animals in heat they were licking and sucking on each other's sexual organs.
He clasped her ass cheeks and she clasped his. Soon she could taste him starting to juice. This was the moment she longed for. The moment when the hot white cream would splash in her mouth.
He went on plunging his penis into her mouth and she went on sucking. All at once Len's big cock exploded. Her cheeks sucked in as she ate his juice. He could tell she was crazy over his cock. He was delighted with the fact that she was eager to suck him off. More than that, he got a big ego charge as she swallowed his load.
Getting turned on with sucking him off brought her around. Len could taste her. He nibbled at her clit. She gushed in his mouth. He didn't pull his tongue out of her vagina until he had finished licking.
When he finally did he licked his lips and thanked her.
"You're a beautiful dame," he told her, "and you sure know how to make a man happy."
She toyed with his testicles as she let her tongue continue licking and lashing all around his quivering cock.
"Thank you, baby," she whispered. "You taste so good to me."
Len was pleased that his wife enjoyed him so much. He swung his body around and wrapped his arms around her.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "you don't know what it means to me to have you close like this. So many men have to pay for sex. I'm so glad that with you, it's free. There's none of that crap about so much an hour or I'll do this act for that amount and all of that."
That got her to wondering. Had he been playing around with a hooker?
"How come you know so much?"
"About what, baby?" he asked innocently.
"About the way hooker's operate."
"Guys at the office tell me," he explained with a sly smile.