Chapter 6
Jane was so happy that she and Frankie were back on good terms and that he'd gotten over his guilt feelings about fucking her. One thing she couldn't bear was to have the fourteen-year-old boy not come over to her house.
She'd practically raised the boy, and to lose him would be worse than losing her right arm. She adored the child! Since they'd been fucking and blowing each other she loved him even more. He filled the gap in her life by losing her husband as he had taken the place of her dead son.
She thought of all the lonely times she'd spent. She thought of the inhumane deprival of sexual gratification. She needed this boy so much! He did everything for her that a son and husband could do! He was the most beautiful person on the face of the earth.
He had the innocence of a child in so many things and the know how of a man. He was still enough of a child to do what she said and not argue too much and he was man enough to carry out what she said to do! It was a wonderful arrangement!
Jane was happy for the first time in her life for a good many years. She loved everything and everybody! Her house work seemed a joy and her club meetings were fun. She had time to bake for Frankie, and she was losing weight due to his rigorous workouts! She even took more to her tutoring at school.
She'd look at the tiny, little grammar school boys and think how much pleasure their small, under developed organs would give someday! She could hardly remember how small a boy was at that age. She was so glad her Frankie was as big as he was. She wondered if his dick would get fatter as he filled out.
She found herself singing as she wandered around the house, and her step had an upward swing to it. She was happy. Everything in her life was good and right!
She was singing in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She trotted to the door swinging her round ass and opened it.
There stood Ben!
For a minute she was in a panic. He hadn't been over to her house for so long, not since he'd been bringing home all his choice chicks! After the blonde and redhead, there had been various sizes and sorts of women who'd all looked like whores.
What could he want? Did Frankie tell him about heir orgies? God forbid! Maybe he'd come over to bust her. No, he had a smile on his face. Maybe that was the way vice cops were ... cool. If he intended to bust her, he was in a very friendly mood, but he knew she wouldn't fight him and if she did, he could well smatter her ass all over the place.
She invited him in and he followed her to the kitchen and sat at the table sipping coffee while she did the dishes. "I haven't seen you for a long time," he said.
He watched her round ass jiggle as she scrubbed a pan. "Well, I've been here," she said.
Ben noted that she sounded short and curt. He asked her what was the matter. Had he done something to upset her? Since she was so close to him and Frankie, he knew she'd tell him if he had.
She turned around and faced him resting her hands on the sink slightly behind her. Her boobs jutted forward and he noticed.
Now that she was sure he didn't know anything about her and Frankie, since he hadn't busted her and was asking her what was the matter ... She was gonna let him have it with both barrels!
She prefaced her sermon with the fact that she loved Frankie very much, as she did Ben. After all, she'd known them both for years and years and had been best friends with Ben's wife, Mary.
Ben settled back and noted how pretty her eyes were when she was angry. He'd never really seen her mad before and he was smirking to himself. Why hadn't he noticed over the years that she had such big boobs? Her ass was pretty good, too. He appeared to be earnestly listening to her. He sipped his coffee and watched her heaving breasts.
She told him that Mary would turn over in her grave if she saw the "type" of women he was messing around with. That wasn't enough, he was ignoring his own son to mess around with these women. The blonde was quite obviously a slut and the redhead appeared no better. The rest of his chain of women seemed to be the same sort. What kind a example was he setting for his sweet son? To bring those women home and flaunt them in front of his young boy was an absolute disgrace ... unless this vice business had so warped his head that he didn't know a decent woman if he saw one. She imagined that all he associated with were
"those" women, but they certainly weren't the kind to be a mother to her Frankie. Hell, they'd be the type to fuck the child while daddy was out busting their sister workers! One thing that really pissed her off was for him to take off with one of his dippy broads when he should have showed some interest in Frankie's schooling and gone to the open house.
Didn't he know that a son needs his father? Didn't he understand that Frankie had stayed at home with him to get closer to his father? Why did he suppose Frankie was spending so much time over at her house? The child was neglected and starving for love and attention". He certainly wasn't getting it at home. His poor mother was dead and his father was too busy with first one "lady" and then another.
She accused Ben of picking up his street walkers who he should have busted and bringing them home to fuck right in front of his son! Why else would the kid run to her? Frankie had more decency in his little finger than Ben had in his entire body. Ben really ought to be ashamed.
Ben sat quietly sipping his coffee and showing no reaction to her reading him the riot act. He did notice that as she swung her arms to emphasize a point that she had two delicious points he'd overlooked all these years.
Jane was infuriated! He just sat there and didn't say a word! What the hell kind a man was he? He didn't argue the point as to whether his girlfriends were or were not sluts. He just looked at her!
"You dumb shit! You're throwing away the love of a child because you got the hots for anything with a hole! The resta the time you're pretending to be of perfect virtue ... a man on the vice squad ... a public servant! You're so damned dumb, it's pathetic!" she screamed at him.
"Would you like to go to dinner tonight?" he asked. "Haven't you heard a word I've said to you?" she asked hotly.
"I heard. Now I'd like to know if you'd like to go to dinner with me tonight." He lit a cigarette calmly.
She was raging mad. "And what makes you think I'd care to go anyplace with you!"
"Because you're a nice woman and you want me to change my type of women, and you'd be a change-according to you." He smiled.
"You want to use me to perk up your image? I think you're nuts!"
Ben said he didn't need to perk up his image. All he wanted to do was take her to dinner. She was his friend and had done so much for both him and Frankie that he wanted to take her out.
"I don't take payments for things. Do you?" she asked. "I'm really beginning to wonder about you, Ben. You used to be such a-nice guy. When you were in a patrol car you didn't think or act the way you do now ... or at least it wasn't so obvious."
"I have nothing to be obvious about. I have nothing to explain to you or anybody else. I simply came over here to ask you out to dinner and you're making a federal case out of everything I do and say or don't do or say. I doubt if you're a qualified analyst to comment on my activities on or off duty, now, or before, or in the future."
He calmly butted his cigarette and asked for more coffee.
"Do you really think I'd go out with you? After all those sleazy broads? I might get VD or crabs or something...."
"Yes, I think you will go to dinner with me, and is your mind in the gutter? I didn't ask you to go to bed with me, you know. Apparently that's what you want." He smiled sarcastically at her. His trim little mustache curled up when he did.
"You conceited sonovabitch! Get the hell outta my house!" she screamed.
He got up and stretched to his full height and sauntered to her front door.
"What time'll you be ready?" he asked.
She put her hands on her hips in full disgust. "Seven," she said.
"See ya," he said, winking.
He closed the door quietly as he left.
Jane plopped on the flowered couch. She was flabbergasted! Why'd she said she'd go with him? He was so cool and collected. He'd acted like he hadn't heard a word she ranted and raved at him! What the shit was the matter with him, and what was wrong with her? To go out with him after he'd been sarcastic about what she'd said about crabs and VD? He probably had everything there was to have hanging on his dick. The nerve! No, she didn't think about going to bed with him ... not any longer. She had his fresh, clean young son to screw. Why the hell would she want to fuck Ben?
How long had it been since she'd balled a man? Years. It had been only yesterday that she'd fucked a boy, his son. A man? A long, long time.
She settled back on the couch and wondered what it'd be like to be seduced instead of seducing. It had been so long since a man had tried to get into her pants and she'd had to say no-long before she and Jim had gotten married. She wouldn't know how to act with Ben if he did make advances.
She should say no to him out of courtesy to his son. Would she? What would Frankie say about her going out with his dad? He'd probably be tickled pink to think maybe she'd be his mother.
Supposing, just supposing, she tried to land Ben for a husband. She hadn't come across this before. What were the rules at her age. She certainly wasn't a virgin and a young innocent thing. Did that make it okay to fuck with him? Or would he want to be put off and chase her until it was marry her to get a piece of ass? Or was that only in the cases of the very young? He knew and she knew what it was all about. Did that make it right to mess around? She'd known Ben for years. It wasn't like a first date.
What were the rules for conduct, at her age, to catch a man?
She was confused. She didn't know how to act with Ben. They'd been close friends for so long it would seem only normal to warm to his touch and kiss him and hold him tight. He was a neat guy despite all his shortcomings. She did love him like a friend. Might that change if she dated him? And what about Frankie?
She had been contented, perfectly contented with the child. He was a great lover. Was she being fair to him? He'd want to date girls his own age soon, and where would that leave her? Alone again.
She had no intentions of depriving Frankie of his own life, girl friends, a wife, children. She actually had no business in his life right now ... at least not the way she was involved with him. Frankie wouldn't always be fourteen. He'd grow up and grow away from her and she'd be older and alone.
So that brought her back to Ben. How would she act with him? Did she have a chance to nail him? He was more her age, and they could grow old and retire together. They could babysit Frankie's children. Wouldn't that be a crock! The boy she'd screwed so many times, and she was imagining being his children's grandmother? It almost made her laugh. Except Frankie wasn't a laughing matter. She loved him. Because she loved him, she knew she would have to let him go sooner or later. Their affair wouldn't last forever.
She thought she was just jumping to conclusions and letting her imagination run wild. Why wonder how she should behave with Ben? He was just gonna take her out to dinner ... that's all.
She went into her bedroom and looked into the mirror. She was getting more wrinkles every day or so it seemed. She'd be forty-one next June. She'd better start thinking seriously about her life. She didn't want to be alone forever.
The way she was playing the game, she would be.
She could imagine crawling into bed every night with Ben. She tingled when she thought of him holding her close and loving her. He'd be a good husband. How was she gonna make him propose to her and what if he started kissing her and feeling her up? She didn't have any will power to refuse him. He'd think she was just another horny slut like all his other girl friends. She didn't want that!
She'd just have to keep him at a distance. She had no guts at all to say "no" to him ... or probably anybody else. She wondered if she'd ever get to the point in life where she wasn't horny and starving for affection. She couldn't seem to get enough now. Maybe if she had a husband and knew she could get fucked every night and every morning, she'd be able to say no to the milkman or the mailman.
She studied the laugh lines that were getting deeper in her face. It was enough to make her want to sit down and cry. She sure was no kid any more.
It was a good thing she had gotten her hair done yesterday. That part of her at least looked good. What would she wear tonight? She hadn't gone out for so long! As she fumbled through her closet her excitement grew.
She was going on an actual date! She felt like a kid trying to decide what to wear and how to act.
She chose her lavender formal with the long sleeves and low neck. She could wear it now that she'd lost weight and the tight, low neckline showed just enough of her rounded domes to be deliciously tempting. The lavender caught just under the bust and flared to fullness in the long, flowing skirt. She put on sparkly, rhinestone earrings and a sparkly choker. She twirled around in her bedroom like a teen-ager and loved the flow of the skirt that flared out to a flowing ripple. She sparkled like she had real diamonds around her neck and hanging from her ears. Her hair was puffed and curly. She slipped into silver heels and was pleased at the image she saw reflected in her mirror. One good thing about Ben, he was tall and she could wear the highest of heels and still be much shorter than he was.
It was either good that the police force had height requirements or that she had a tall neighbor or both. Anyway, she felt years younger and really pretty. She hadn't dressed like this in years.
It made a difference whether one screwed at home or went on dates.
Ben was pleased at her appearance when he got there promptly at seven. She warmed inside as he had her turn around and show him how lovely she looked. She glowed at being approved of. She had come out of being a frumpy housewife to being an attractive woman. It was like Cinderella, for tomorrow she'd go back to her jeans and shirt.
Right now she was beautiful and she felt it.
She left her house on the arm of her tall, good-looking vice cop. They drove to a lush restaurant on the beach. Ben walked around to her side of the car and opened her door. His sport coat flapped in the soft summer breeze. He never buttoned his coat in case he wanted to get to his .38. Ben didn't look much different tonight than he usually did. He always dressed super-fantastic. Everything he had on reeked of money! Good tweeds were his specialty. Everything he had on was a color coordinate of brown. His dark hair and eyes matched his color scheme. He was a deliciously beautiful man in her eyes.
She felt wonderfully pampered as he took her arm and led her into the restaurant. She was amazed at how the outside was brought inside. The beach with all its sand and palm trees and fallen logs and ships seemed to be separated only by the large glass wall. She and Ben were seated at a rustic table under a beautiful, full palm tree. Their table over looked a garden with a fallen log used as a seating arrangement. The Tiki God over in the far corner was snuggled in a group of short, stubby palms and he sat over looking a small pond of fish. The soft lights of the place reflected on the glass making it difficult to tell if one were inside or out, it was all blended so beautifully. The ships out on the ocean cruised slowly by with their lights twinkling port and starboard., Jane was amazed at the beauty of the place and her mind rambled to the women Ben brought home. He certainly didn't meet them here! And he did know places other than sleazy, honky-tonk bars. He appeared quite at home in this beautiful atmosphere. Maybe he'd brought her here to prove a point. That his vice business hadn't gone to his head. She already knew that ... it'd gone to his dick!
Drinks came by way of a tanned girl in a sarong with a lei of flowers hung around her neck. Her bare breasts poked against the lovely flowers and her nipples bobbed in and out of them. When she walked away, Ben's eyes followed the swinging of her rounded hips as she carried the empty tray at shoulder level.
His gaze came back to Jane and her low-necked dress. He was definitely a boob man! He licked his lips as he gazed at her pushing domes.
Jane felt slightly self-conscious. Ben had never looked at her quite so hungrily before. It made her crotch itch and drip. The more she drank and ate, the less important it seemed to her whether she fucked her little Frankie's father. So what if she did? After the first couple of drinks served by the topless waitress, she didn't even think about her fourteen-year-old lover. His dad was across the table and he looked delicious! She felt his knees against hers and she melted.
They left the restaurant and Jane felt more beautiful than she had earlier. The drinks and the lovely atmosphere went to her head. She staggered slightly and Ben caught her arm.
She turned to face him in the parking lot. She felt his hot face come down on hers with a wet, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue tasted wonderfully hot and appetizing. She felt herself melt into his strong arms and she pushed her pelvis to meet his jabbing hips. They stood between cars and he kissed her neck and nibbled down to her full, jutting boobs.
She felt his tongue trace across the protruding titflesh just above the lavender material of her dress. His hands were on her hips pulling her against his hard body. She rotated her pelvis and pushed her hot, simmering pussy against him. She felt his hands groping to pull up her long dress. She put her hand to his zipper and tugged it open. She dug around in his pants for his hard dick and pulled it out!
Her sizzling crotch dripped of her vaginal juices as she felt his hand on her bare beaver. She pulled his stiff whang between her legs and felt the scorch of his poking prick as it dug for her marshy hole.
She felt her ass pressed up tightly against the fender of his car. She leaned back slightly to rest on her buns and lift her legs to encircle Ben's jerking pelvis. She locked her legs around his ass and felt the wonderful exhilaration of his prick as it slid down her squashy, boiling crack and snubbed to her twat hole. When he pushed his fuck-hungry peter into her tight, spasming cunt she moaned happily. Her arms went around his shoulders and she hung on his hearty, plowing cock with her buns pushed against the fender. She pressed her fever face against his neck as he rocked her with jolts and jabs.
She jarred and jiggled as he mightily heaved his blood-gorged peter up and around in her squishy, flexing cunt. She felt his hand push down inside her dress and flip out her jutting boobs. The head of his mouth on her titties thrilled her! His hot, searing mouth' closed over her nipple, first one then the other. His tongue flicked her rigid rosebuds and his teeth tugged.
She heard him grunt and groan when he buried his sweating face between her full, soft breasts. His slobber dripped out of his mouth to coat her jiggling tits.
The steady thumping of his hard prick pummeled her creaming tube. He slammed her ass against the car with every swack of his heaving dick.
She hung onto the big, tall man in a clutching death grip as he pounded her squishy, sloppy hole time after time.
IN AND OUT, JERKING, PUSHING, POUNDING ... WENT HIS ROCK HARD DICK!
"OH, GOD THAT'S A GOOD FUCK!" she said whimpering in her ecstasy!
Ben grunted like an animal as he heaved his throbbing cock in ... in ... in! He felt his sensitive prickhead bump against her womb and jiggers of electric passion pushed him to hump her more, and faster, and harder! He was bent over her hot body sucking her tits and heaving his dong into her bubbling, hot hole. The sweat poured off his forehead! His hands dug into her buns and his head swished back and forth from one bobbing boob to the other. His tongue tasted one nipple and then the other as it darted around her breasts.
Her boobs were sopped with his thick spit. Her rigid nipples tingled in mad delight. Her cunt boiled with desire with every jab and plunge of his burning hot cock!
"I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMM! I FEEL IT! GOD, YOU'RE A GOOD FUCKER! SLAM YOUR DICK IN MY HOLE ... SHOVE IT UP HARDER INTO MY TUNNEL! HOT ... HARD ... FUCK! ILOVE IT!" she moaned.
His every mighty jab of cock pushed against her fluttering clit and plunged deeply into her velvety, soft, squishy hole. He felt the slippery tube tighten and nearly suck out all his sperm. His cockhead tingled and his balls ached as he jabbed, plunged, poked!
"OHHHHHHHHH, I'M CUMMMMMHIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG! she hollered.
Ben grunted his hard whang into her shooting hole and felt her hot, womanly juices simmer his rock-hard dick to a boiling point and he shot off his ricocheting, jerking jism. His pelvis ground into her wet, slippery, slick slit.
He moaned and grunted while he shot his seething, sputtering cum up her torridly flaming hole! His pelvis jerked his spasming cum. His fingers dug into her asscheeks. He pressed her against the car feeling his cum and her jism oozed out of her tunnel and gush around his weakening prick.
She felt his head rest on her jutting tit and they stood, hung together on the fender of the car..
She drew in a long breath of air and moaned her happiness. Her head reeled and she was glad when he pushed her back across the hood of the car. She felt his limp dingas fall out of her cum-soaked vagina and his head move down ... down ... down her belly. He worked to keep her long dress up across her waist. He fumbled around with the material and got his face to her flat gut. He moved down her belly to give her some head.
She put her heels up on the fender of the car and spread her legs wide apart. She felt the juices drip out of her spasming hole and her frenzied head whirled. His hot mouth blowing into her matted pussy made her head swirl and swim. She gyrated her hips on the car and the cum mixture dripped on the car's fender. She spread her thighs wide apart to give Ben more room to work her labia with his thick tongue.
She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from shouting her lust when she felt his hot tongue wiggle up her hole. The sounds of his face snorting around in her slimy, slippery crack urged her on to erotic bliss. She humped her pelvis while Ben licked the mixture of cum from her smelly hole and crack ... She went wild with tormented hip movements when she felt his burning tongue inch down to her asshole and lap the oozing juices.
Her naked tits poked upward to the sky and her legs shook with quivering excitement. His nose in her beaver, his tongue in her hole, his fingers digging and prodding at her asshole ... almost more than she could stand and still remain conscious! She moaned her happiness and slithered around on the car hood with Ben's face stuck in her seething crack.
She drew in a long breath of air and moaned her happiness. Her head reeled and she was glad when he pushed her back across the hood of the car. She felt his limp dingas fall out of her cum-soaked vagina and his head move down ... down ... down her belly. He worked to keep her long dress up across her waist. He fumbled around with the material and got his face to her flat gut. He moved down her belly to give her some head.
She put her heels up on the fender of the car and spread her legs wide apart. She felt the juices drip out of her spasming hole and her frenzied head whirled. His hot mouth blowing into her matted pussy made her head swirl and swim. She gyrated her hips on the car and the cum mixture dripped on the car's fender. She spread her thighs wide apart to give Ben more room to work her labia with his thick tongue.
She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from shouting her lust when she felt his hot tongue wiggle up her hole. The sounds of his face snorting around in her slimy, slippery crack urged her on to erotic bliss. She humped her pelvis while Ben licked the mixture of cum from her smelly hole and crack ... She went wild with tormented hip movements when she felt his burning tongue inch down to her asshole and lap the oozing juices.
Her naked tits poked upward to the sky and her legs shook with quivering excitement. His nose in her beaver, his tongue in her hole, his fingers digging and prodding at her asshole ... almost more than she could stand and still remain conscious! She moaned her happiness and slithered around on the car hood with Ben's face stuck in her seething crack.
"I'M GONNNNNNAAAAAA CUUUUUUMMMMMM!" she shrieked.
Ben never let up on his cunt eating for one second! He nibbled on her clit and drove her wild! His hot, blazing tongue whipped around her cuntal mouth and plunged up her hot, sizzling tube. His fingers poked into her slimy asshole and pumped rapidly! His breath was hot and blistering on her fevered beaver!
"EEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIA AA AA AA AAAAAA A," she hollered trying to muffle her scream of torrid excitement with her hand. Her teeth bit into her own flesh. Her pelvis whirlpooled and swung up to his mouth as she jerked off her second, glorious orgasm!
Ben never seemed to get enough of her furry cunt. He'd a kept his hot, bobbing head between her legs until eternity if he had his choice.
She collapsed into a withered heap across the car. Her jutting breasts heaved as she sucked in air. Her knees fell apart pulling her hairy slit wide apart. She felt Ben still between her legs licking and sucking up her spurting juices. She couldn't move her ass off the car for anything, not even his tongue. He didn't seem to mind. He snarfed and lapped her sticky, slimy slit and buried his nose in her hairy muff. He loved eating snatch! He kept his tongue working double time digging, prodding and his teeth nibbled on her exhausted clit!
Jane gradually came back to life and realized she had one pair of cold tits. She felt the goose bumps nearly as tall as her nipples! She pulled her dress up to cover her cold breasts and had a difficult time poking her full domes into the fabric.
She sat up on the fender of the car with her knees still wide apart and felt all tingly as she watched Ben's dark head working on her twat.
She felt the gentle flickings of his hot tongue all over her snatch. She rested her hand on his dark hair as he poked his tongue into her damp, marshy hole and couldn't help but feel revved up one more time at his darting tongue movements.
She pulled his head out of her crotch by his hair and looked at his cum sparkled face in the glittering, reflected lights. Her long dress fell down over her smattered crotch and she held his face between her warm hands.
She looked into his dark eyes with longing and lust. The drinks she'd had made her head sizzle and she was dizzy. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. She poked her tongue into his mouth and tasted of soured cum. She licked his lips and nuzzled against his hot, fevered face. He smiled of spent jism and she loved it!
She nosed around to his ear and pressed her tongue into his ear while breathing hard. She felt his hot hands on her round breasts. She nibbled at his ear lobe and slobbered her wet kisses all over the smelly side of his face. Her tongue licked and lapped clean the glistening sparkles from his face. When he lowered his face to kiss her titties, she held his face up to hers.
She felt his fingers slide under her long dress and poke into her matted pussy. It felt so damned good to have him work her clit and clasping hole as she sat spread wide apart for him. She loved a hand bangin', too. She loved everything about fuckin' whether it was by finger, tongue or cock! It was all good!
Her clit fluttered madly and she closed her legs tightly on his jabbing hand. She slipped off the car fender and went to her knees on the concrete parking lot. Her face was went to her knees on the concrete parking lot. Her face was right at his crotch. His prickhead was high and tough as it poked out of his pants fly. She kissed his throbbing cockhead and put her tongue flat against it.
Her hands dug inside his pants for his hot rocks and she gently pulled them out.
Her tongue went around and around his pulsating dickhead and she tongued up and down his throbbing stump, taking special care to nibble gently on the underside of his beating stick. She tongued across his teardrop opening and back down to his balls. She took one luscious nut into her mouth and bathed it in her thick spit and then releasing one, she took the other lovely rock and sucked on it. Her tongue pressed against the side of his silky, soft skin and moved the oval-shaped nut around inside his skin.
He tasted deliciously of her cum and his. She licked back up his pulsating stump and put his pounding, beating cockhead to her opened mouth. She slowly inched his thick rod into her hot, spitty mouth ... a fraction of an inch at a time.
She tasted the dribble of his lubrication that emerged from his tiny pee hole and swallowed the tasty, hot stuff. Her hands massaged his hot balls as she sucked his delectable cock into her mouth. She put his pulsating cockhead against the roof of her mouth and did quick little sucks on his throbbing prick! He tasted beautiful!
She felt his hands pushing back down inside the neckline of her dress and grab onto her full boobs. His fingers pinched her rigid nipples and she singed in her crack.
She sucked his heavy whang harder and nipped at his tender cockhead. She tasted of his first drops of shooting cum and wiggled his dick to her throat. She felt his hot jism blast down her throat as his blood-gorged prick pumped all his cum into her. Her tongue whipped around and around his shooting stump.
As his jerking, withering peter wilted in her mouth, she stuck her tongue into the sweet foreskin and licked around and around to eat the very last of his spent juice. His legs shook and his pelvis quivered. Her hands encircled his firm ass and held his spent, shot cock inside her mouth while he pinched her tits. She wallowed his rubbery dick in her mouth and got every last drop of his precious liquid.
She fell back on her ass on the pavement and panted. His limp whang and balls hung out of his pants as he leaned against the next car gasping for breath. He had his hands on the fender of the car and she saw by the reflected twinkling lights that his forehead sparkled with sweat.
There was a sudden squash in her crotch.
"Oh, shit!" she said.
"What's the matter?" he asked, squatting down beside her.
"My damned period's started! Sonovabitch!"
"Let me see for sure," he said.
He spread her legs apart and hiked her lavender formal up over her bent knees as she sat on the ground. He poked his head back down to her crotch. He couldn't see in that dim light whether she was bleeding or not, but he did smell menstruation.
"Well, you're not on the rag, yet," he said and sat on the ground with her. "Your blood is there, but that doesn't mean a thing. You got no tampax to plug your hole, so I'll plug it for you!"
She felt for his whang and it was gloriously hard again.
"You gonna stick that whang of yours into my bloody hole?" she asked excitedly.
"You bet," he answered, pulling her body onto his thighs.
She sat straddling his legs with blood dripping out a her hole. She took his pounding pole and rubbed it into her bleeding, cum-spattered crack. She whisked his rod over and over her fluttering clit.
The menstrual blood made her crack more squishy and sloppy and he loved it ... and the squashing sounds that came from his hard dick sloshing around her sloppy slit.
She felt herself pulled closer and closer to his thumping prick. She raised herself to her knees on the ground. She straddled his pelvis as he sat clutching her buns. Slowly she lowered her bleeding, sloppy, squashy tube onto his flexing, stiff prick and sunk it in deep.
She moaned and grabbed onto his shoulders. The thrill of his hard whang in her bloody hole was almost more pleasurable than she could stand! She hung onto him and slowly moved up and down his hard rod. She moaned her excitement as stars ricocheted through her head.
"SO GOOOOOOOOOD! SO HOT AND SLOPPY! GOD, YOU'RE FUCKIN' MY BLOODY TUBE! SO GOOOOOD! HOT, BURNING ... PRICK ... IN MY ... CUNT ... GOOOOOOOD FUCK!" she whispered while nipping on his earlobe.
She slid her squishing, soft tunnel up and down, up and down, up and down. His penetrating rod slipped easily in her bloody, squishy land of paradise.
With his every jab of hard cock, she felt the blood ooze and trickle out of her vagina and smear her pussy slit. The familiar tuna fish odor was replaced by the stench of hot blood.
The thought of his prick getting all smeared with her blood exhilarated her senses and she bobbed up and down on his rigid flesh. Her wide spread slit splatted down on his balls as well as his stick. She imagined her blood and juices bathing his nuts and she was thrilled!
Her buns were held tightly as she worked his cock up and down with her squeezing, bloody hole. She loved it! His dick squashed and slipped so neatly all over her tunnel ... and when she felt his hot, blazing cum spurt up her tube and drench her already flooded hole, she shot off with him!
She grabbed and clutched his body as she squirmed madly on his shooting prick!
"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" she cried against his shoulder.
"EEEEEEEIIIIIIIOOOOOOOO!" he responded as his body shook and quivered under her weight.
They clamped their arms around each other and held tightly as they both felt the torrid , seething climax juices bubble in her tube and mix with her hot, red, smelly blood.
They sat intertwined in each other's arms on the pavement of the parking lot between the cars. They shook and jerked in their mutual orgasm!
"HOW ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! I NEVER IN MY LIFE HAD SUCH A GOOD FUCK! GREATEST SCREW EVER! GOD, I LOVE BALLIN' YOU! YOU'VE GOT SUCH A GOOD PRICK, A NEAT COCKHEAD! REALLY GREAT! GOD, YOU'RE GOOD!" she squealed, happily hugging him.
Ben took a hankie out of his pocket and stuck it up her vagina.
"So you won't ruin your dress," he said, and winked.
His flattened prick he tucked into his pants and they both got up off the ground.
They stood brushing themselves off when they heard a voice.
"You guys done fuckin' around?" a guy said from behind Ben's car.
"Who'n the hell are you?" Ben asked.
"Just watchin'," he said as he walked around to them. His fly was open and his cock was rigidly tall. He was working his dick with his hand. "God, I wish I had a chick like you, lady. My old lady won't let me fuck her when she's bleedin'. She won't hardly never let me touch her. That's why I gotta give me a hand job. I seen your whole fuckin' orgy! Goddamn! You two are a good pair! Cock cuckin' and him tonguin' your hole along with bangin'. God! It was fun to watch!" His hand stroked up and down on his hard dick.
Jane felt so sorry for him. The poor man had watched and hadn't felt the wonderful feelings she had. He was some poor soul that had to get his kicks from a hand job! Poor baby! She watched him work his prick faster and faster! His hips quivered and shook and he shot off his load into the air in a jetting arc. The man shook like a fuckin' dog. He got rid of all his cum and ran his hand over his spasmingly jerking cockhead. He put his hand to his mouth and licked his own cum.
Jane wanted to lick the man's dick for him and coddle his balls and make him feel like somebody cared for him. Ben wouldn't go that route and she had her one fine fucker, so she watched the pathetic man shove his spent prick back into his pants and walk off mumbling.
"Poor man," she said.
"Yeah, but not me! You're one hellova good fuck ... even bleeding like a stuck hog! MY PRICK IS STILL THROBBING FROM FILLING UP YOUR HOLE! GOOD COCKSUCKER, TOO! GOD DAMN!"