Chapter 6
Jean was standing in the shower when she suddenly felt a pair of hands grab her by the waist from behind. It was Pete.
"I've never fucked a soapy female before," he said. It was obvious that he planned on filling that gap in his experience right at that moment.
He was only wearing a pair of shorts. He pulled these off, and got into the shower with her. The water was still pouring down from the shower head.
He ran his hands over her body which was slick with soapsuds. "Mmmmm, nice and clean," he said, rubbing the slippery nipples between his fingers. They were so slick and soapy that they kept slipping out of the way.
Jean spread her legs slightly. She knew that he liked to fuck standing up. She felt his cock slide into her twat, and then start to work rapidly up and down inside it. All the while, he stroked her wet, soapy body.
"You're just as slick on the inside as you are on the outside," he said with a grin. His cock was as hard as ever, which meant that it was about as rigid as a broom handle. She undulated her hips slightly as she felt his massive prick pumping inside her tender body.
He gave a couple more shoves, and she felt his prick start to shoot, pouring its load of sperm up into her. Her cunt responded at once with a series of powerful shivers, and then the two of them were standing there under the shower water, sex-organs locked together. He pulled his prick out and left her to finish her shower. She soaped between her legs again to remove the mixed sperm and pussy juice that was clinging to her pink cunt lips and wet pubic hair.
She got out of the shower and dressed. Then she went into the kitchen to make breakfast. "No streetwalking tonight, baby," he said. "You mean I get a holiday?" she asked. "Are you full of shit, or what? I thought I told you that I didn't like lazy broads. No, there's a party I'm catering tonight." "Catering?"
"Sure. You know how a caterer provides the food for a party? We'll I'm a sex caterer. I provide the cunts."
"Oh."
"This is a stag party. I do a lot of those. Some character's getting married, and I guess his friends want to show him what kind of good times he's going to be missing out on once he ties the knot."
"So I'm the entertainment?"
"You're part of the entertainment. I knew that you're insatiable, but there are going to be eight guys, and they don't want to all stand in line waiting to get at you. Insatiable or not, you only have a limited number of holes."
Holes. That was what he thought of women as. Jean had been whoring for two weeks now, and she wondered if some of the excitement wasn't starting to wear off of her new submissive role. She sometimes wished that Pete wasn't quite so insistent on just seeing her as a sex object.
Still, she had to admit that he could really deliver when it came to the prick department, and she couldn't help looking forward to all the fucking that she would be getting that evening. It would be nice not having to pace her beat, too. She had found out that being a streetwalker has at least one of the disadvantages of being a cop, namely sore feet.
That night, she put on one of her whoring outfits and took a taxi to the address that Pete had given her. It was a pretty nice apartment building. He had had her wear a raincoat over her costume so that the doorman wouldn't notice anything strange.
When the door opened, a fat, friendly looking man let her in.
"Hi, you must be the sixth girl," he said, looking her over. He started unbuttoning her raincoat. Jean let him. She knew that a lot of guys were really turned on by being allowed to undress women.
She looked around the room. There were five other girls there. She nodded to them. They must all be girls of Pete's, she realized. There were six girls but there were supposed to be eight guys to take care of. She guessed that some of the guys would be busy drinking while others were fucking.
The fat man ran his hand up her dress and started to feel up her cunt.
"No panties. That's the spirit. I've never understood why women ever wear panties."
His fingers pressed against her tender cunt lips. She gave a little squirm of pleasure. The man wasn't particularly handsome, but he did know something about feeling women up.
He worked his fingers up into her twat and pressed the joints against her tender cunt walls. He had his other hand down between her legs too, feeling up her cunt lips. He kept taking it away from her twat, though, so that he could lick the pussy-juice off.
His fingers pressed harder and harder against the inside of her twat, and then he started flicking her clit with his thumb.
He only managed to get that done twice before her pussy erupted, and her hips heaved and bucked as she stood there with the fat man's hand still on her twat and still feeling it up.
"Whewww, you've got nimble fingers," she said. "But what about your prick? Isn't it feeling a bit tired of being all crammed into your pants?" She gave it a squeeze through the cloth.
"Feel free to take care of it if you want to," he said.
It had been a while since she had had any cock in her mouth, and giving head was one of the things about sex that Jean liked best of all. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly. She took the prick in her hands while kissing the knob. She slipped her lips over the length of it, moving them down so that the end of his cock was actually pressing against the back of her throat. That made it hard to breathe, and after a while she moved her head back so that she could take a few unimpeded breaths. Then she took the prick-head into her throat again. There was something about being really stuffed full of cock like that that really turned her on.
As she sucked with her lips on the base of his cock, she felt a quick, jerky vibration run through it, followed by another and another. He was coming, and because of the way his cock was positioned, he was literally firing his sperm right down her throat!
When he was finished she pulled her lips off of his pecker.
"Why don't you sit there with the other girls," he said, pointing to the sofa and chairs in one corner of the room. "The guests will be here soon."
Jean took her place on the sofa, and a good-looking black girl said to her, "Hi, I'm Rita."
"I'm Jean. Who is that fellow?"
"That's the host of the party. He's a real sex-fiend, I think. You're the sixth girl to show up, and he's felt up every one of us."
"He knows how to do it."
"You'd better believe it," Rita said with a smile. "He's also had three comes so far, and I don't think that he's through for the evening. It's funny, because he doesn't look like much."
"Sometimes the guys with the best pricks don't,' Jean said, thinking of the bald businessman who had given her the incredible wheelbarrow fuck.
The girls all chatted for a while, and then the door opened to admit the guests. They all showed up at once, and Jean guessed that they had come by way of a bar, That didn't prevent the host from opening some champagne.
Jean guessed from the way the men were eyeing the women, though, that it wouldn't be long before the sex started. She wasn't wrong, either.
"I've got an idea," one of the party said. "A new way to drink champagne."
He went over to the whores and looked them over. Then he said to Jean, "How would you like to be a champagne glass?"
"A champagne glass?"
"Uh huh. Lie on your back on the floor."
Jean couldn't figure out quite what it was that this guy had on his mind, but he looked harmless enough. The man lifted her up by her angles so that she had her shoulders on the floor but was otherwise at a forty-five degree angle. It was like the wheelbarrow position, except facing the other way.
"Okay, Joe," the man said to one of the others, "you hold her like this." "Sure Bill."
As Joe held her, Bill got a bottle of champagne, inserted the end of it into the entrance to her cunt, and started to fill her twat with champagne!
"Wild!" Jean said. It really was. Those zillion little bubbles there inside her tender twat were really doing something for her.
Bill knelt and placed his mouth against the entrance to her twat. Then Joe lowered Jean to the floor while Bill still kept his mouth there. The champagne came flowing out of her tingling pussy and into his mouth. As she lay flat on the floor, he sucked out the last few drops, and then sent his tongue sliding into her cunt so as to make sure that he'd gotten every last bit.
"Champagne and cunt-juice! Talk about a combination!" he said as he took his mouth away from her twat at last.
The other men were all eager to try out the new-style "champagne glasses," and the whores all wanted to find out what it felt like to have champagne up their twats. Soon all the girls were giggling while the men slurped away.
Bill had so liked the taste of Jean's twat that he kept right on licking at it. He was good with his tongue, too. She lay back and enjoyed the way that the tip of it flicked lightly back and forth across her pink cunt flesh. He rubbed it against the entrance to her vagina, and then slid it on in, pressing it against the wet cunt-walls. Then, he moved it out again and rubbed it across her clit. Her cunt came at once in a series of powerful shudders while he kept his mouth glued to her twat, enjoying the way in which her hips moved with the force of her blazing orgasm.
He took his mouth from her and unzipped his pants. Eating her out had gotten him good and hot, and his cock looked really ready for action.
"Get on your hands and knees," he said. He always liked dog-style fucks.
Jean felt the end of his cock rub playfully across her cunt lips. Then he slid it on into her, burying the hard male meat all the way to the hilt. His cock was just average-sized, but it seemed super-hard somehow.
He began to work it back and forth in her, with all the speed and energy of a goat. Her hips trembled as she felt the force with which he drove the cock home.
Right then she saw another cock a couple of inches away from her face. One of the guys had decided to make up for the fact that there were more men than there were women to take care of them by making use of her mouth while Bill gave it to her in the cunt.
Jean just had to see the cock to know what was expected of her. She sent her tongue flicking out against the fleshy knob. The man moved in closer and rubbed the side of his cock on her cheek. It was a good solid prick, and Jean knew that she was going to be glad to get it in her mouth. One thing about cock, and that was that there was just no way that she could get too much of it, whether in the cunt or in the mouth.
She took the end of the prick between her lips and sucked on it, lightly at first, then more and more intently. She saw the balls tighten up at the base of the prick.
Meanwhile Bill was really laying his cock into her twat. He was pounding back and forth like a jackhammer, and her whole cunt region felt like it was going to shake apart. It was a good feeling, though. He also had his hands on her tits, pressing them up against her chest and rubbing her nipples while he did so.
She felt his cock quiver and start to fire. Gob after gob of prick juice spattered up against the entrance to her womb. And at that moment, by applying just the right amount of pressure to the other man's prick, she was able to get it off too, so that it was shooting into her mouth at the same instant that Bill's cock was filling her cunt with sperm.
After the two men had finished, they rested for a moment, each one with his cock still inside her. Jean felt totally plugged up and totally female.
Then Bill pulled his slowly softening penis out of Jean's cunt, while the other man removed his organ from her mouth. She was careful as he did so to spill as little of the semen as possible.
"Got a mouthful of spunk, baby?" the man said.
She opened her mouth so that he could see just how much jism he had shot into her. Then she swallowed it with a gulp.
She walked around the room two or three times, stretching her legs. Most of the men had already come, and since they were going to have to wait a while before they would be able to come again, there wasn't any real demand for her twat right then.
"Champagne?" a voice asked.
The man was very handsome, in a boyish kind of way.
"Sure," she said, holding out a glass she picked up from one of the tables. "I'm Jean. Who're you?" "Derek. The guest of honor." "You're the groom?" "Yep."
"Are you going to miss the wild bachelor life?" she asked, giving a gesture that indicated the mass of bodies on the floor."
"A bit," he said, "but there's more to sex than fucking."
He turned away from her. Jean couldn't help thinking over what he said. More to sex than fucking. At first, that sounded like a contradiction. But what he obviously meant Was that for the best kind of fucking, some kind of emotional commitment was needed as well as hard prick.
After a while, the men got impatient for some more action, but they weren't sure that their pricks were ready yet for another round. So someone suggested that the women have a masturbation race that the men could watch.
All the women had had plenty of experience at masturbating, and each had her own preferred style. Some of the whores got champagne bottles whose necks they could ram up their cunts. Because of the way in which the necks tapered, by forcing them further into their cunts, they could really stretch the openings.
Others, like Jean, thought that props were kind of a waste of time. She figured that there wasn't anything that her fingers couldn't do if she wanted them to.
The women lay on the ground with their cunts facing the men. Bill gave them the signal, and off they went, feeling themselves up like crazy.
Jean decided to get herself wound up by starting with some really low-key, teasing action. The tips of her fingers just danced over cunt lips. With her other hand, she gave very gentle little flicks to her nipples. The pink nubs responded by swelling up to about three times their former size. Jean pulled on them with her fingers, while pressing her other hand against her cunt a little bit harder.
The men were all sitting nearby, watching with fascination as the females worked over their twats. They noticed the drops of pussy-juice which were oozing past the slender female fingers. Some of the women, Jean included, took their fingers away from their cunts from time to time so that they could suck their own cunt-juices off of them.
Jean had three of her fingers up her twat now, and was pressing them against the slick insides of the cunt. Her thumb ran back and forth over the surrounding cunt lips, pulling the tender pink skin first one way and then the other.
She felt her breath coming quickly, and knew that little beads of sweat were standing out on her forehead. She was getting turned on, there was no doubt about that. She turned her head and glanced at the other women. She saw that they were really hot too. One of them had the neck of an empty champagne bottle shoved an incredible way up her cunt, so that her cunt lips were really pushed far apart, almost as if she was having a baby.
Jean knew that no champagne bottle could feel any better than her fingers, though. She had slid them out of her twat for the time being, and was running them back and forth along the cunt lips. Each time, she brought them really close to her throbbing clit. She suspected that if she touched the clit, she would start coming right away, and win the race. But this action that she was getting between the legs was too nice for her to want it to stop now, race or no race.
Her other hand was really busy with her tits. She kept pulling the nipples harder and harder. They were so swollen and excited that they were almost aching now, but that just made her want to pull on them even more.
"Wow, look at that one," one of the men said, pointing to Jean. "She sure knows how to give her twat fits!"
Jean's twat was just about to melt, it felt so hot. Her head tossed from side to side in excitement, and she kept arching her back, trying to somehow unload some of the incredible tension that she felt.
She slid her fingers towards her clit, going very, very slowly. Her whole body shuddered as the fingertips got nearer and nearer to the aching fun-button.
Jean pressed her clit hard, and BLAMM! The cunt blasted loose, causing her hips to buck and heave with its force.
"Uhhhh! Coming! Coming! COMING!! " she groaned as she pressed her fingers really hard against the butter-soft cunt lips while the force of her come made her think for an instant that her body was going to rip itself apart.
"The winner!" Bill said, looking at her. Gasping for breath, Jean turned her head and looked at the other women. They were still working away on their twats. Jean had managed to come first and win the race.
The others weren't all that far behind, though. The one with the champagne bottle was the next one to come. Jean could imagine what it must be like for her to have her cunt clutching at something that distended it like that.
"Give the ladies some champagne," Bill said. The other men filled the glasses and gave them to the women. The men knew that the prostitutes were kind of tired from their masturbation race, and figured that it was only the gentlemanly thing to do to wait for a while until the women had gotten their breath back to a certain degree. Jean and the others just had to look at the men's pricks, though, to know how impatient the males really were to get back into action. Watching the masturbation race had gotten them all cranked up to beat hell. The cocks were all standing up stiff as boards, ready to go back into the women's twats.
Jean figured that she had a job to do. After all, these men had paid, and paid handsomely, to get their cocks taken care of, and taking care of them was exactly what she and the other whores were supposed to do.
"I'm ready if anyone else is," she said, swallowing her champagne.
The men were more than ready. A fairly good-looking one names Tony lay down on the floor and said, "I'm a pretty lazy son-of-a-bitch. Why don't you see how much fun you can give to my prick without making me have to work for it."
Jean knew exactly what he meant by that, and she got astride him, with her knees on either side of his hips. She took his cock in her right hand and held it so that it was pointing straight up in the air towards her cunt. She lowered her hips until her pussy-lips were touching the end of the penis. By rotating her hips back and forth, she was able to rub the tip of his cock against her delicate cunt flesh. That really felt good for her, and she could tell by the look on his face that Tony thought that it was pretty fine too.
She figured that she should go nice and slowly. That way she'd really drive him wild with come-need.
After rubbing her pussy-lips on his cock-head for a while longer, she inserted the tip of the cock inside her cunt and slid on down it. She gave a little sigh of pleasure as she did that. It always really turned her on to impale herself on a cock like that.
She sat on his balls, jiggling her soft ass-cheeks on them. Then she lifted herself part way off the cock. It was his turn to give a sigh of contentment as he felt the suction between the wet insides of her pussy and his hard dick.
She paused with just the head of his cock inside her, while he tensed and relaxed the muscles of his legs in impatience. Just when he figured he couldn't stand to wait a second later, she slid back down his prick.
Up and down she went, moving with a nice, easy motion. She kept her tits within easy reach of his hands, and he didn't miss the opportunity she gave him. He filled his palms with the luscious female fruit, and squeezed and kneaded it. The nipples swelled up against his palms, and feeling them do that turned him on even more. His balls were already pulled up tight against the root of the prick. He knew that when this come hit, it was going to be really big.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" he gasped in exasperation. The slow, easy way she was working his prick, keeping him hanging on the edge of his come, was driving him right out of his mind. But he wouldn't have wanted to have things any other way.
Tony decided to show her that two could play at the teasing game. He ran his fingers lightly over the surface of her tits, bringing them circling in closer and closer to her throbbing nipples. Then, just when her nipples thought that they were going to get some of the attention they were screaming for, he would send his fingertips gliding away again.
Tony's cock was good and thick, and that meant that it really stretched her cunt lips. They were soaking wet and so super-sensitized that they could hardly stand to be touched. But every time she moved her hips, they were pulled back and forth across her clit.
Jean was moaning-soft little moans that came in perfect time to the thrust of her hips. She knew that she was going to come very, very soon.
She increased the speed, and felt the cock penetrate her deeper than before, as she really sat down hard on Tony with every thrust.
Suddenly, her body seemed to go numb. Then sensation flooded back into it as she started to come really hard. The feeling of her cunt clutching at his prick like that was more than enough for Tony. His sperm shot out of his cock in gush after gush. As it did so, he took her nipples between his fingers and rubbed them really hard.
"Nice!" he said simply, his eyes half closed, as the come finally left him. Jean was inclined to agree. It really had been a fine come for both of them. She eased her pussy off of his slowly-softening prick.
This fucking was hard work, and she poured herself another glass of champagne. She'd only gotten it half finished when she felt a hand reach from behind and cup her crotch. The fingers pressed hard against her cunt lips, and her hips shuddered with excitement.
"You like that, don't you?" Bill said as he continued to work her twat. She nodded her head. She liked what he was doing very much indeed. He had started out the evening feeling her up, and the other girls had said that he had done the same thing to them. It seemed to be a mania with him, but as she felt the expert way in which he pulled her cunt lips in first one direction and then the other, Jean had to admit that it was a nice mania.
He wormed his fingers way, way up into her, pressing them harder and harder against the inside of her cunt. He was standing behind her, and kept nuzzling and kissing her neck while he did this.
Jean's hips wiggled with excitement as he got her wound up tighter and tighter. His other hand was on her tits, massaging them gently.
She came suddenly, with a series of sharp convulsions, while he continued to press his fingers against her pussy.
Everyone else had just about finished, and that meant that the men needed another break before they could get back into action properly. The women had already engaged in a masturbation race. This time someone suggested that the women make love to one another while the men watch.
The other men thought that that was fine, and the glances that some of the women exchanged told Jean pretty clearly that they thought it was a good idea too. For Jean's part, she knew now that her real sexual orientation was hetero, but just as she had been able to enjoy the encounter with Theresa on a purely physical level, so she figured that a run in with one of the other women wouldn't necessarily be that bad. She really definitely preferred cock to cunt, but she had been getting nothing but cock since the party began, and she figured that some cunt for a change wouldn't be so bad.
"Hi, want to be my partner?" Rita, the tall black girl asked her.
"Sure," Jean said. She couldn't help smiling. It was like when small kids go somewhere on a school trip and are expected to team up in two's so that the teacher can keep better track of them.
Jean figured that it might be really interesting making it with a black chick. It would be a new experience, anyway, and Rita really was very good-looking, with slender, elegant limbs.
The women all got on the floor, and Jean and Rita got into position to do a sixty-nine. Despite the fact that she didn't have any real lesbian tendencies, Jean felt quite excited. The idea of doing a lesbian act to entertain men turned her on-part of her new submissive role playing-and she'd never seen a black girl's cunt before.
It was really kind of different, too. Rita's pubic hair was very tight and curly.
"How do you like my Afro down there?" Rita asked with a laugh as she noticed where Jean was gazing.
"Stylish."
As for Rita's actual cunt, it had a clit and cunt lips just like Jean's own. But they were brown instead of pink, which meant that the pink insides of
Rita's cunt made a really dramatic gash. Jean felt some pussy-juice start to ooze out of her twat. She decided that making it with Rita really might be fun.
She rubbed the tip of her tongue lightly against Rita's inner cunt lips. Rita's hips gave a little shudder of pleasure. The black girl responded by starting to lap away at Jean's twat with her tongue. She was doing a really expert job of it, too. The way in which her tongue pressed against Jean's cunt with just a perfect amount of pressure told Jean that the other girl had plenty of instinct for sex, and maybe some prior practice with the girl-to-girl kind. Well, Jean wasn't a complete novice herself. Her tongue flicked very rapidly against the edges of Rita's cunt lips. Meanwhile, Jean reached her hands down to the other girl's tits and squeezed them gently. Rita did the same thing, and the two of them continued licking each other's twats and feeling up each other's tits. The other prostitutes were doing much the same thing, and the men watched with fascination. Already they felt their cocks starting to rise up again, ready for more action.
Jean wiggled her hips more and more. The wonderful way in which Rita was working her cunt over was really driving her wild. Sometimes Rita would actually suck on her cunt lips, taking them between the lips of her mouth and pulling on them.
As for Jean, she kept sending her tongue deep into Rita's wet cunt. Jean could hardly believe how much pussy-fluid the other girl was producing, and she was secreting more and more with every second. No matter how fast Jean lapped it up, there just wasn't any way she could keep from falling behind.
Her tits felt like they were on fire. They had had plenty of handling that day, and the nipples were really kind of sore. But the way in which Rita was handling them was so fine that Jean sure didn't want her to stop.
Rita's tongue slurped across her clit, and Jean felt her body tense and then let go in a series of powerful shocks. Even as she came she put her lips on Rita's clit and started sucking on it. That got the black girl off right away, and the two females clutched at each other as they came and came, each one with her face buried in the other's moist, feminine crotch!
After the orgasm had drained away, they stayed together for a while, enjoying the warmth and softness of each other's bodies, and licking away gently at the womanly lubricant that coated each other's cunts. When they disengaged, though, Jean felt more aware of what she had already known. That lesbianism really wasn't for her. She'd had a nice orgasm, just like she had had once with Theresa. But somehow she didn't have that basic feeling of satisfaction which she got after sex with a man, no matter how fleeting the encounter.
It was the men who needed satisfaction now, that was for sure. Their cocks looked like they were going to break they were so stiff. Watching the women make love together had gotten them almost wild with horniness.
One guy looked like he was about as strong as an ox. His name was Jed, and without saying anything, he lifted Jean in the air, holding his hands under her armpits.
She wondered what he planned on until he said, "Okay, cross your legs behind my back, and put your arms around my neck."
As she did so, he lowered her onto his cock, which was standing straight up in the air.
With her legs crossed behind his back and her arms around his neck, she was taking some of her weight off of his arms, but he was still doing most of the supporting. There was something sexy about having a partner this strong and sexy.
He lifted her up and down over his cock with surprising speed. He was panting kind of heavily, but otherwise not seeming to have any trouble. Her cunt clutched convulsively at his hard cock. It felt like it was cut from granite.
As she moved up and down, her tits rubbed against his chest. The chest felt very masculine, too, seeing as it was about as hairy as a gorilla's chest. Her nipples ached with excitement.
The guy was lifting her up and down over his cock fast and she could hardly believe that anyone could be that strong. She could also hardly believe how excited her cunt was. It was already all full of electricity and getting more and more charged up all the time.
Then his cock started to spew come, and even though he had already had a couple of comes already, he had plenty of sperm to unload into her. He sent it shooting up into her in gush after gush, and her cunt responded with a series of powerful shudders.
Without a word, he lifted Jean off of his cock and deposited her on her feet. She felt the sperm ooze out of her twat and slide down her left thigh.
There were two more men in the group than women. One of the two extras had gotten a blow job from one of the whores while another man fucked her, but the other one hadn't gotten his rocks off yet. He walked up to Jean with his hard dick and wiggled his hips so that his prick swung back and forth.
"How'd you like to take care of this?" he asked.
"Sure. How would you like me to do it?" she asked.
"Just beat me off."
"That's all you want?"
"That'll be fine," he said. "I've already had it sucked off and I've had it up a cunt. So having you beat me off will be something of a change. Besides, there are a lot of guys who really dig being given hand-jobs by women. In Paris there used to be prostitutes who specialized in doing nothing but that." "You're serious?"
"Uh huh. They called themselves 'les filles de la Mere Poignet'-Mother Wrist's Daughters."
Jean had learned French in college, and it depressed her a bit to be reminded of the fact that she had been to college. What had it gotten her? A job as a whore. Still, the guy's prick looked pretty good, and she had a job to do.
He sat down on the sofa with his legs spread out in front of him. Jean took his cock in her hand and squeezed it."
"Ahh," he said, "you have the right kind of touch."
Maybe it's a good thing I've become a whore, Jean thought. I seem to be damn good at it.
She stroked his cock gently with one hand while using her other hand to finger the man's balls. Jean had discovered long ago that the big secret in sex was starting out nice and easy, and then building to a really frantic crescendo.
The cock felt really fine in her hand, and she stroked it harder and harder. She could see the man flex his leg muscles in contentment. The ball sack was already pulled up tight against the root of his cock.
To vary the pace for him, she alternated styles. For a while she would just press the palm of her hand against the back of his cock. Or she would form her fingers into a ring and slide them slowly along its length. Or she would just concentrate on the place where the knob and the shaft joined. She had a dozen tricks, and he liked every one of them.
His eyes were closed now, and he was groaning with excitement and come need. She knew that if she wanted to, she could get him off in just a few more seconds. But she figured that he would enjoy it more if she would prolong things a bit. So she took her hand away from his cock for a while to let it cool off a bit. When she went back to work, she was careful not to give too much attention to the super sensitive spot right at the base of his prick.
He was still getting cranked up like hell. His mouth was hanging open, and he was breathing in deep, heavy gasps. His leg muscles were really tense.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted in time to the strokes of her hand.
Jean was feeling pretty hot herself now, from feeling up this nice hunk of cock. But she didn't want to take her other hand away from his balls. She could take care of herself later.
Jean knew that the guy really couldn't take much more of this tantalization. She moved her hand up under the base of his prick-knob and rubbed really hard.
That did it. A split second later, and his cock was gushing prick juice like a fountain. The stuff shot up in the air in spurt after spurt. Some of it landed on his stomach, the rest on his legs and her hands.
Jean bent over and licked all of it off. The sperm still tasted good to her, though she'd sure had a lot of it in her mouth that evening.
"Thanks," the guy said, "that was a good job. You're a real daughter of Mother Wrist."
The party broke up. All the guys had had three comes apiece, and that was all that their cocks could manage. Besides, since they drank a lot of champagne in between fucks, they were pretty pickled, too.
The other women started to put their clothes on. Jean still felt horny from the hand job she had given that last guy. She lay back on the sofa and started to play with her cunt.
Her fingers poked and pulled at the soft, pink cunt skin. She'd lost track of the number of orgasms that she'd had that evening, but it was plenty. That didn't make much difference, though. She always seemed to be able to enjoy one more.
The other women were gone, and the party's host, Bill, was asleep on the floor amid the empty champagne bottles. So there was no reason for her to hurry.
She just took it easy, working her twat with her fingers, then licking the pussy juice off of her fingers. Her body tensed, then, when she touched her clit, the tension let go all at once.-She'd had so many comes that night that this one wasn't very big or spectacular, but it was nice. Her body quivered as the orgasm rippled through every muscle and as she pressed her fingers hard against her clit.
Jean got up from the sofa and got dressed. Now that the fucking was over, she started to feel depressed. Sure she had gotten some good sex, but as she looked over the mess of empty bottles and spilled champagne, the whole party seemed grotesque. She remembered what the young groom-the only one of the men who stayed sober-had said about how there was more to good sex than just fucking. Was just fucking all she had going with Pete, or was there more to it? She wasn't sure.