Chapter 4
Two weeks later, the Sunday brothel operation was in full swing. Jean and Linda had six boys working that afternoon, and twelve customers lined up. They figured that if they worked the boys in sequence, by the time they got through with number six, number one would be ready for action again.
The first customer occupied the bedroom and Jean and Linda didn't want to keep their other customers waiting. They had set up screens in the rest of the living room so that those women who wanted some privacy in their fucking could still have it.
There was a knock on the door. Jean figured that that must be Mrs. Potter. She said she would be around late.
Jean opened the door and nearly fainted when she saw the policemen standing in the corridor. One of the cops held out a search warrant. The others rushed into the room and started to pull away the screens.
The women screamed as they suddenly found that cops were watching them being fucked by teenage boys. Jean simply murmured Over and over to herself, "Oh my God."
At the station house, Jean and Linda found out a bit more about what had happened. The police had received an anonymous tip and decided to check it out.
Jean and Linda thought they were going to go to jail, but after several hours they found they had gotten lucky at last. The parents of the boys were all outraged, but none of them wanted their sons to testify. They preferred to hush things up.
Since none of the parents was willing to prefer charges, and since the police agreed that it was best not to get the boys names in the paper, Jean and Linda were told that they would be let off with a warning this time as long as they stayed away from boys. Otherwise the cops might press charges after all.
"But photographing boys is my job," Jean said.
"So get another one," the City Attorney answered, shrugging his shoulders. As far as Jean was concerned, that was a typically selfish male attitude.
When she got to her hotel room, she found out something else about men. The phone rang, and it was Brent on the other end of the line.
"Just thought I'd let you know that a broad doesn't walk out on me as easy as you thought, baby," he said.
"You bastard, did you sic the cops on me?"
"Yep. I hired a private detective to follow you around. Figured I'd get some useful information for the divorce case, just in case you tried to hit me for alimony or anything like that. He noticed you spending a lot of time in that apartment your friend owns, and he rented a room across the way and got some binoculars."
Jean slammed the phone down. She couldn't believe that anyone could be that much of a prick. She felt so mad that she had to go out for a walk to cool off.
She walked for about three hours, and finally sat down on a park bench. A young woman wearing a sheer white blouse and kelly green mini-skirt sat down next to her.
"Got a light, please?" the young woman said.
Jean gave her one. She was almost sure she could see the woman's soft tit through her blouse.
"I don't mean to be nosey," the young woman went on, "but you sure look like someone rained on your parade. The only reason I'm bringing it up is that I know when I'm feeling in the dumps it sometimes helps to talk with someone else about it-particularly another woman."
"Oh, it's just that men are such shits," Jean said, shaking her head.
"You don't need to tell me that," the other woman said.
They chatted for awhile and Jean told the other woman something of her troubles with Brent, though she didn't explain about the boy-brothel.
"It's getting late and this park isn't all that safe in the evening," the other woman said. "Why don't you come to my place for a cup of coffee?"
At that moment, Jean realized that the other woman was trying to score. For a second, she thought of making a polite excuse to get away, but then she said to herself, why the hell not? Having sex with men sure hadn't worked out very well for her. Maybe she'd have better luck with women!
In the other woman's apartment, neither of them wasted much time. The water for the coffee hadn't even started to boil when Theresa, the young woman, put her right hand on Jean's thigh and started to slide it gently up and down her leg.
Jean snuggled closer.
"Ever done this sort of thing before?" Theresa asked.
"No, but I'm willing to give it a try," Jean answered.
Theresa took Jean's face in her hands and kissed her. Her tongue went sliding into Jean's mouth, and Jean's tongue responded to it. They pressed their bodies together. It was a funny feeling, Jean thought, to have another pair of breasts rubbing against her own in a sexual embrace. Funny but nice in its own way.
Theresa's hand slid up Jean's leg to her crotch. She pressed her fingertips against the soggy panties. Again, Jean had had fingers pressed against her cunt before, but it was strangely different for those fingers to have long fingernails.
Theresa worked Jean's twat very skillfully, while Jean moaned and wriggled in the young woman's arms. Theresa pulled Jean's panties down, and worked her fingers up her cunt.
Since Jean didn't know much about sex between two women, she was content to play the passive role, but she did rub her tits against Theresa's. She felt her nipples swell up more and more.
Theresa's fingertips brushed against Jean's clit, and Jean came in a series of rapid, stuttering shudders.
"Ohhhhhh!" she sighed.
As far as Theresa was concerned, though, that was just the preliminary. She continued to press her fingertips against Jean's excited cunt. Jean was the kind of woman who was able to have one orgasm after another without any difficulty at all. Soon she was turned on again. Theresa led her into the bedroom, caressing Jean's body. The two of them were soon on the bed, rolling around playfully as they took each other's clothing off.
Jean noticed that Theresa had a very nice body, with firm, high tits.
"Wow," Theresa said as soon as she got Jean's bra off and got a look at her nipples, "you sure have beautiful nipples."
"You don't think they're too big?"
"There's no such thing as hippies that are too big," Theresa said. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm going to make them even bigger for you."
She began by placing her mouth on Jean's right nipple and starting to suck. Jean's rosy tit tip swelled up even more than it was already. Theresa turned her attention to the other nipple. Her tongue darted out like a snake's, coating the new nipple with saliva. Soon both of Jean's nipples were almost aching they were so erect.
"Here, now you can return the favor," Theresa said huskily. She leaned forward, cupping her breasts in her hands and offering them to Jean.
Jean had never sucked a woman's nipples before, but the idea intrigued her. She started to pull on one of Theresa's with her mouth as if she really thought she could get milk out of it.
"Oh, wow," Theresa said, "are you sure you've never done this before?"
No sooner had she gotten that nipple fully erect than Jean turned her attention to the other one. Soon both women had nipples that looked like they were about to burst. The two females were both so excited now that their nipples stayed erect. The hard nubs were actually aching, but neither of them minded that.
They lay together on the bed, feeling each other's cunts with their hands. Jean was too sexually aggressive to play the completely passive role, now that she was starting to get the hang of this woman-to-woman sex, and since Theresa enjoyed both roles, there was plenty of action going on on the bed.
Jean pressed her fingers against Theresa's clit and Theresa started to come, her hips bucking and heaving on the mattress. She pressed her own fingers against Jean's clit, and the two of them came together, their hands on each other's cunts.
Counting the orgasm she had had in the kitchen, that was Jean's second come since she had entered Theresa's apartment. Yet she was too wound up by this new experience to be satisfied yet, and Theresa was as insatiable as she was.
"Now for the best part," Theresa whispered. She swung her body around, so that her cunt was right next to Jean's face. Her own face was inches away from Jean's pussy, and Jean could feel the other woman's warm breath on her delicate twat skin. Theresa obviously had a sixty-nine in mind.
Jean looked with fascination at the cunt that was in front of her face. She'd never seen one close up before, since this was her first lesbian experience. She had looked at her own twat in a mirror while beating off, though, and she had to admit that Theresa's pussy was every bit as nice as her own. Theresa had smallish cunt lips, but they were a delicate salmon pink, and glistening with pussy-fluid. Jean hoped that Theresa found her own cunt lips as exciting.
She got the answer to that question a second later when she felt the pressure of the other woman's tongue against her twat. Theresa's tongue started at one end of Jean's cunt lips, and ran along the whole length of them. Jean had had her cunt licked plenty of times before by males, but she had to admit that none of them had ever given her a better lick than that one.
She didn't want to keep Theresa waiting for her own satisfaction, so she starting giving quick little flicks of the tip of her tongue all over Theresa's labia. Theresa's hips quivered with excitement. Jean could tell that she was turning the other woman on. She was glad to know that. She'd never made Lesbian love before, and that meant that she had nothing to guide her except her basic instinct for sex.
Her tongue flicked faster and faster at Theresa's cunt while the other woman concentrated on giving long, slow licks.
Jean was turned on as hell, but she was also as fascinated as she was turned on. She knew just the sorts of things that she liked to have men do to her cunt, and it was quite an experience to see what sex was like doing it to another woman.
Theresa's vagina looked warm and inviting, and Jean slid her tongue up into it. She noticed the taste of Theresa's cunt-juice. That didn't come as a completely new experience to her, since in masturbating she had often licked cunt juice off of her own fingers.
Jean wormed her tongue deeper and deeper into Theresa's pussy. She felt how tense and excited Theresa was. Well, Jean knew that went double for herself.
Both women had their hands on the other's tits and were fondling and caressing them. Even though their nipples were slightly sore from all the attention they had gotten, neither female wanted her own breasts left alone or thought of leaving the other woman's alone.
The lithe female bodies wriggled on the bed as their tongues continued to slide back and forth over their tender cunt flesh. Jean couldn't believe how taut her cunt felt.
Theresa's tongue pressed right against her clit. Jean felt her come blast into her. As her orgasm blazed through her, she slurped her tongue back and forth across Theresa's fun-button.
Wham! Wham! Wham! Two beautiful females, bodies locked together, coming, and coming, and coming!
Both of them kept right on licking as the other came. Jean remembered how boys and men had done that-continued to lick at her cunt even though it felt so sensitive that it could hardly bear to be touched-and she knew how much she had always liked that, too.
When the orgasms left them, the two women stayed in position for several minutes, their faces buried in each other's muffs.
When they finally untangled their bodies, Theresa said to Jean, "you know, it's getting late, and maybe you'd like to spend the night here."
The stress of being arrested, and interrogated at the police station, had taken a lot out of Jean, and the sense of relaxation that she felt now that she had had a good come had her half asleep already. She nodded to Theresa. The two of them got under the covers, and Theresa turned out the light.
When she woke up in the morning, Jean couldn't remember at first where she was. There Were images in her mind of sex with another woman, but she was not sure that those might not just be a dream.
Then she looked over and saw Theresa dozing next to her. The girl's long hair flowed down the pillow. Jean lay back in the warm bed and thought things over.
It was nice to oe there with a warm and affectionate body next to her, but she knew now that Lesbianism just wasn't her thing. The orgasms she had had the night before had been fine, she wasn't denying that. But good-looking though Theresa was, Jean didn't feel any inclination to make love to her again. Jean realized that last night was a special circumstance. The humiliation that the male sex had dished out to her that day had made her want to get even with men, to prove to herself that the last thing on earth that she needed was them. When she felt that way, she was able to enjoy sex with Theresa. But now that her anger about yesterday's events had cooled-and so had her taste for woman sex.
Theresa woke up and asked her how she was feeling. Jean felt it was only fair for her to be honest with Theresa, so she told her.
"Besides," Jean added, "even though you've got just about the most nimble tongue I've ever come across, for me tongue action has always been just a preliminary. What I really need to feel satisfied is a hunk of hard prick."
The look that passed over Theresa's face told Jean pretty clearly that Theresa was not the kind of woman who spent much time longing for prick, hard or otherwise.
"I've known a lot of A.C./D.C. girls who feel the same way about wanting something inside them," Theresa said, "but I think I have the answer. Will you at least let me try it?"
She didn't wait for an answer before she took a big dildo out of the drawer of the bedside table. Jean was sure that a dildo wouldn't convert her to Lesbianism, but she figured she might as well let Theresa use it on her. It might be a pleasant experience having the thing stuck up her twitchy cunt.
Jean lay back with her legs spread, and Theresa rubbed the tip of the dildo around her cunt lips. The pressure of the thing was nice, and Jean gave a little purring noise as Theresa rubbed it harder and harder. It caressed her cunny and excited her sexual desires.
Then Theresa slid the dildo into Jean's cunt. Jean found herself rubbing her ass-cheeks against the mattress as the hard plastic cylinder penetrated her. She had often thought of getting a dildo to use while masturbating, but had never gotten around to it. It was a nice experience, she had to admit.
Theresa had the thing all the way up her cunt now, and slid it back and forth faster and faster. With her other hand, she pulled gently with Jean's cunt lips and with her nipples.
"Mmmmm," Jean sighed as she felt the big, fake cock slide on the tender skin lining her twat.
Theresa suddenly shoved it way, way into her, and Jean felt herself start to come. Her cunt clutched convulsively at the hard, smooth plastic thing.
"OH! OHH! OHHHHH!" she gasped as she felt wave after wave of come-frenzy pour through her.
Theresa manipulated the dildo for a few seconds more and slid it out.
"You like?" she asked hopefully. She was really turned on by Jean, and hoped that she could get something permanent going with her.
"I'm sorry, Theresa," Jean said, "but it's just no dice. The dildo felt fine in my cunt. Your tongue felt good on my cunt lips last night, too. But it's just the idea of making it with a woman that just doesn't really get to me. You do all these nice things to my twat, and I find I still wish it was a man who was doing them. I know that sounds funny, since as I've told you I have a lot of hostile feelings towards men, but I'm afraid that that's just the way it is. like I said, I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to be sorry about," Theresa said. "You gave me a good come. That's enough."
Jean got dressed and left. As she stepped out onto the sunlit street, she had a little difficulty really believing that she had had a lesbian encounter. She had though. There was no getting around it.
The thought bothered her a bit. Theresa was a nice person, but Jean really didn't want to become part of the lesbian scene.
She spent most of the day in her room, reading, and wondering what she was going to do for money. She was going to have to get into a different branch of fashion photography-and that meant establishing a new set of contacts. It was going to be a real drag.
During the day, Jean thought a lot about the lesbian encounter that she had had. She realized that she really needed to get laid by a man to reassure herself that she wasn't gay.
Restlessly, she bathed and put on a pretty dress and before she knew it she was headed for a local singles bar. She hadn't had her drink in her hand for more than two minutes before a guy struck up a conversation with her.
He was good looking, and Jean could guess what he was after. It embarrassed her to admit it, but if he wanted pussy, she wanted prick.
"It's kind of noisy in here," he said. "Let's go to my place, where it's quieter."
As soon as they were in his apartment, he slid his hands up her dress and started fondling her ass cheeks through the nylon of her panties. She rubbed her crotch against his and felt his cock spring to life, ramming against the fabric of his trousers.
"Mmmmmm," she said, "I think I know something that feels too confined." She reached her hand down to his fly and unzipped it. His cock punched out through the slot in the white cotton of his underpants. She squeezed his cock, then slid his underpants off. That way she could feel his soft flesh between her fingers.
His pecker was good and hard, and as she felt it Jean knew that she knew she hadn't been kidding herself when she had told Theresa that she was the kind of female who had to have prick in her to feel happy. She could hardly wait to get this fine hunk of meat inside her.
Pete, the guy who had picked her up, sure didn't plan on waiting to enjoy her. He already had her panties down and was working her twat with his fingers. She noticed the difference between Theresa's slender fingers and his strong manly ones.
"Okay, woman," he said, "let's fuck."
That was exactly what Brent used to say to her, and when he said it, it drove Jean mad. But from Pete-a stranger-she didn't mind it.
Maybe he can live up to his macho image, Jean thought. After having had sex with a woman, she felt that what she needed was some good sex from a virile man. And the stiffness of Pete's cock made it pretty clear that he didn't have any problems with virility.
He pulled her blouse open, popping off a couple of the buttons as he did so. That didn't bother her either. It turned her on.
Maybe a real cave man is what I've needed all along, she thought.
The bra was off now, and he had her tits in his hands, squeezing and caressing them kind of roughly. Her nipples swelled up with excitement.
Pete backed her against the wall, and then bent his knees slightly so that the head of his erect prick was below the level of her crotch. He positioned the knobby head inside her slippery cunt, and then straightened his knees, sending the shaft suddenly plowing up into her. She gave a shudder of delight as she felt how incredibly hard his cock was.
"Not bad, huh, baby," he said. Again, it was the kind of tough-guy remark she used to hate from Brent, but one that seemed perfectly okay from Pete.
He moved his hips faster and faster, working her cunt really hard with his cock. She wriggled her hips, trying to increase the stimulation for both of them.
Meanwhile, Pete's hands continued squeezing her tits. She couldn't believe how hard her nipples were.
Pete bucked his cock more and more frantically. Jean hadn't ever had a stiffer rod inside her. Her whole body tingled with excitement. She figured that at last she knew what it was like to be fucked by a real man.
Her pussy was soaking wet now, but his cock was so thick that there was still plenty of pressure from its presence inside her. She knew that he had her right at the edge of her come. Just a couple more strokes would you do it.
He sensed that the next few thrusts of his prick would get her off, and he really made the most of them, thrusting his cock way, way into her, slamming his groin against her.
Just one more would do it ... .
He pulled back very, very slowly, and then, after waiting a moment while Jean almost went out of her mind, he started to ram it home inch by inch.
One fourth of the way in ... half way in ... three fourths ... .
Jean thought her spine was going to snap, her back muscles were so tense....
ALL THE WAY! The tip of his prick poked hard against the entrance to her womb. At that instant, Jean came, and came like there was no tomorrow, her whole body shuddering to the force of a real mind-blowing, pussy-busting COME! COME! COME!
And as she did so, his thick, cunt-stretching tool pumped its load into her, in one strong, hot gush after another.
She couldn't believe how much jism the guy had in his balls. It seemed like he was going to go on pumping and pumping until he pumped his cock inside out. When he pulled his cock out of her, a real flood of sperm slid out of her twat and down her thigh.
He still held her pressed against the wall, his face right next to hers.
"That's what fucking with a real man's all about, baby," he said to her. "And if you play your cards right, there's lots more where that came from."
Jean nodded her head. She had never known a man as dominating as Pete, and to her amazement she liked it. She wondered if this wasn't what she had been craving all along. She was glad to know that she liked manly men, and wasn't really a lesbian. She couldn't understand why the things that annoyed her in Brent pleased her in Pete. She figured that it was because he was actually able to live up to his stud image. His cock had been like a bar of iron inside her twat, where Brent's usually more or less resembled a noodle ... .
Pete sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, his prick still pretty hard, threads of sperm trailing from it. He put a hand around it and stroked it gently.
"Why don't you fix us some drinks. The liquor's over there."
Although he said "Why don't you," the tone of his voice indicated clearly that that meant "do it, and do it now!"
She didn't mind. Jean looked at his big cock. Any guy with a cock that big had a right to give a few orders, she decided. She seemed to be coming up with a whole new set of standards for male behavior. The little boys she had been so keen on seemed pretty silly compared to this big hunk of male.
Jean fixed the two of them some drinks. He didn't say much while drinking his. In the singles bar he had been all charm and smoothness. On his own turf, he seemed to figure that there wasn't any need for him to make conversation.
She glanced at his cock again.
Maybe there really isn't any need for talk. His cock speaks for itself, she thought.
It was already stiff again. Really stiff, as if he hadn't gotten his rocks off for a year, even though he'd just come five minutes ago.
Finally he spoke.
"Okay, woman," he said, "beat me off."
"You wouldn't prefer a blow-job?"
"It's a pity that such a good looking woman should be deaf," he said. "I told you to beat me off."
She knelt in front of him, enjoying the new experience of submitting to male domination.
Maybe I've always been too much of an aggressive bitch, she thought.
She took his cock in her right hand and started to stroke it gently, while her left hand fondled his balls. The ball sack got tighter fast.
"If you do a good job-a good job, mind you-I'll let you lick my sperm off my belly," he said.
Jean had never masturbated a man before, but her natural instinct for sex carried her. She started out by feeling the cock up around the root. Then she worked her fingers on the knob, and particularly the place where the knob joined the shaft. The sigh of contentment he gave told her that he liked what she was doing to his prick.
Her cunt felt really hot now, and she would have liked to put her hand against it. But she didn't know what he would think if she took her hand away from his ball sack. And, of course, the other hand had to keep on stroking his cock.
He had his leg muscles all tense, and was sort of leaning back in his chair, his ass resting on the edge of it. Jean was working his prick fast and hard with her hand now.
She felt his cock give an extra little stiffening, and she knew from all the times that she'd sucked pricks what that meant. Sure enough, an instant later a fountain of sperm shot out from the end of his cock. Even though he had come such a short while before, he had plenty of jism to shoot out this time. She watched eagerly as the creamy-gray spurts of manjuice shot out of the end of his cock and landed on his belly.
When he finished, he said to her, "Not bad. I guess you did a good enough job to be allowed to lick it up."
If Brent had ever said something like that to her, Jean would have told him to fuck off. But with Pete it was different. She bent over his stomach and slurped up the sperm with her tongue. She also licked it off her hand, where some of it had landed.
She couldn't believe how horny she felt. Her clit was throbbing and begging for attention.
"Want a come, don't you?" he said.
She nodded.
"Stand in front of me, with your cunt close to my face."
She stood with a leg on either side of the chair he was sitting in. That meant that her pubic triangle was right next to his mouth. He obviously wasn't one of those idiotic guys who think that licking twat is unmanly or degrading, but he wasn't about to kneel in front of any woman. His whole attitude towards sex was casual. And based on the idea that it should agree with his convenience. He was sitting in a chair, and he felt comfortable there. So if his woman wanted to get her cunt licked, she was going to have to stand in such a way that he could lick it from where Re was sitting.
He grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her hips towards his face. He buried his face in her muff, breathing deeply through his nose. Jean knew how much pussy juice she was secreting, and she could guess just how much of a female musk there had to be down between her legs.
His tongue roamed back and forth through her thick pubic hair, before working its way down to the notch in the front of her legs. His tongue darted through the notch, pressing against the labia.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned.
He moved his face a little lower, and she spread her legs wider, so that he could have unhindered access to her pussy.
The tongue slurped back and forth on her cunt lips, while Jean writhed and wriggled with excitement. She couldn't believe how good that tongue of his felt.
He ran it up her vagina, pressing the tip of it against the slick insides of her pussy. She couldn't remember when her twat had ever felt wetter.
Slooooorp! He pulled his tongue out quickly so that he could carry a lot of cunt-juice with it into his mouth. He savored this for a while as her poor, neglected pussy just about went wild with frustration. Then, he slid his tongue back into her.
Her cunt lips were a lot more sensitive than the inside of her twat, and they got plenty of attention, too. He spent at least half of his time licking them, and even when he had his tongue up inside her pussy, his fingers pulled at the delicate pink cunt lips.
"Come! Make me come! Please make me come!" she groaned.
He was enjoying himself too much to be in a hurry to get her off. And even though the pressure of his tongue on her super-tenderized pussy was driving her wild with come need, she didn't want the torture to stop either.
All the while, he was kneading her ass cheeks with his right hand. It had never occurred to her before that her ass could do much for her sexually, but she was finding out differently now.
She was jiggling on the balls of her feet, hardly able to keep her balance. She felt such a fierce turmoil between her legs. She knew she couldn't take too much more of this action.
At that moment, Pete decided that it was time for her to come. Instead of licking her clit, he actually started sucking it with his lips, pulling on the little knob like it was a nipple.
"UHHHHHHH!" Jean groaned as she felt the pressure of his lips on her throbbing little trigger.
A bolt of lightning zapped through her pussy, followed by another and another. She was coming like mad, her hips trembling, her pussy contracting convulsively even though there wasn't a cock inside it, her shoulders heaving with the force of one hell of a female blast off!
"Whewwww," she sighed as the come finally left her. She felt so exhausted she could hardly stand. One look at Pete's dick was enough to tell her that the evening's activities weren't over yet. It was just about as hard as when they first fucked. And she already knew enough about Pete to be aware that he wasn't about to let his prick feel neglected when there was a female within reach.
"Get on the floor," he said simply. Not viciously, but in a tone that made it perfectly clear that he expected her to do what he wanted. She obeyed.
He got on top of her, with his knees resting on the ground about where her tits were. He took hold of her tits and started to squeeze them.
"Nice pair," he said simply. He pulled at her nipples to make them more erect. They were already about as hard as they normally got, but Pete had a special way with women. He knew just how to get the most mileage out of every inch of their bodies, and nipples were a part of the female anatomy he was particularly interested in. It didn't take more than a few minutes of his attentions for Jean's nipples to grow twice as big as they were before.
"Please, honey, they're sore and aching," she said.
"You want me to stop?"
"No," she admitted. It was true that her nubs couldn't stand much more of the attention that he was giving them, but it was also true that they couldn't stand to do without it, either.
"Didn't think so," he grunted.
He pressed her breasts tightly together, and slid his cock between them. Then he started to buck it back and forth between the soft globes. The sensation of that hard dick between her tits made Jean even more excited. She saw the end of his penis pointing straight at her face. She knew that pretty soon it would be shooting, and she was so impressed with Pete's qualities as a stud, that she was sure there would be some spunk to come out of it, even though this would be his third come in a row.
He worked his cock faster and faster, pressing her tits tighter together. That sort of hurt, but she didn't mind. Just feeling how hard he was turned her on.
Suddenly, his cock started to fire. There wasn't as much sperm in it as there had been the first time, but there was some. She felt it spatter against her face and she opened her mouth to try and catch some of it. At the same time, she pressed her hand against her cunt, so that she started to come too.
When he was finished, she wiped the sperm off her face with her fingers and licked these off. As for Pete, he got up and said, "Okay, woman, let's go to bed."
As she followed him meekly into the bedroom, she wondered if this dominant male wasn't perhaps the answer to her sexual needs.