Chapter 1

"No need to be in a rush, Kathy. Sit down and visit for a while. Want something to drink?"

The pretty blonde girl looked at the man nervously. She felt his eyes roam over her small but lush body; at 15 she was almost fully developed and she was well aware of the power of her thrusting breasts and long, shapely legs. But in the past she had exerted her charms on boys of her own age or slightly older; this was her first serious encounter in the big league of the adult world. It was an event she had both anticipated and dreaded for some time, and one which she could not pass up.

"I ... thanks, Mr. Evans, but I really don't drink very much. Sometimes I do take just a little Scotch mixed in a coke, if you have it..

Tom Evans grinned as he read the girl's mind. He was just drunk enough to ignore the hazards of the project he was about to undertake; the fact that she was underage and lived next door was completely overshadowed by his growing physical arousal as he continued to stare at her cute body. That body was more than adequately displayed by a snug sweater that clearly defined her young breasts and a micro skirt that ended above mid thigh. Equally important, he sensed that the girl was also interested in the things he had in mind....

"Got plenty of Scotch, and plenty of coke, Kathy. It's a combination I don't like very much, but HI be glad to fix it for you. Sit down on the couch."

The man moved to the small but well stocked bar at one side of the den that served as an office for him. The motion cleared his head and he walked with only a trace of unsteadiness.

The girl hesitated a moment, aware that this would be her last chance to exit gracefully. She'd had no intention of getting into such a situation when she had come to the Evans' home to return a borrowed book for her mother. But she had been aware of Tom Evans as a man for nearly a year and she knew that he was also aware of her; she'd gone out of her way several times to flaunt her increasingly lush body in front of him. Sexual encounters with boys had left her unsatisfied and for several months she had been determined to extend her experience to an adult man at the first opportunity. And Tom Evans was perhaps the most attractive man she knew. She'd found out he was thirty-nine years old, and while that ancient age was supposed to be well past the point at which a person could be trusted, she nevertheless could find no fault with his lean, hard body and general masculinity....

"Here you are, Kathy. Ifs not very strong." Evans sat down beside the young girl on the couch. One of his hands went casually to her knee as he handed her the drink, and he was surprised at the stimulation that the touch of her firm flesh caused in his own body. He felt the familiar preliminary surge in his loins as he moved the hand gently up on the smooth skin of her thigh.

The girl took a sip of her drink as she let herself respond to the hand on her leg. It felt good, and somehow gave her an implied assurance of competent sex if she wanted it And Kathy was increasingly sure that she did want it....

Again Evans sensed the girl's response. The whole thing would be easier than he had anticipated; damn, the little wench was probably tired of boys and ready for an experience with a man. Well, she'd found the right man to give her what she needed....

Evans decided to bring matters to a head. He moved the hand on her thigh under her skirt and brought an inquisitive finger between her soft thighs to probe lightly at the filmy material that covered the soft curls of her pubic hair and the warm lips of her little, but aroused, vagina.

"Oh, oh, gee ... Mr. Evans, I ... I mean...." The girl turned a flushed and startled face up toward the man as her young hips squirmed under his touch. He grinned at her as his other hand slipped around her shoulder and drew her tense body against his.

"Relax, Kathy. You feel like you're all tied up in knots. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want. Thing is I think you want to be fucked as bad as I want to do it to you. See what you've done to me?" Evans moved his hand from her shoulder to guide one of her little hands to his lap and the growing bulge in his trousers. He kept his hand on hers as he pressed it against the stiffening penis inside his trousers. "See, Kathy? You've already got my prick hard, and we haven't really done anything, yet. But we're gonna do something, baby; I'm gonna take the prick you're feeling and fuck hell out of you with it How does that sound?"

The young girl sat transfixed for a moment as her small fingers grasped his large shaft through the material of his trousers while his fingers toyed with her vagina through the thin but effective barrier of her panties. Her mind raced as she realized that she would be taken by the man unless she broke off the affair now ... But, hell, she wanted to be taken, to feel his mature penis in her young vagina, to have his semen shoot in her little sheath ... Her fingers clasped more firmly on his twitching shaft as she closed her eyes and moved her face close to his so that her mouth was at his ear. "I ... it sounds good, Mr. Evans. I want it-I want you to fuck me. I've never had a man-just boys. I've never had a prick like yours. It feels so big ... and hard. Gee, I don't know if I can talce it, but IT! try. You can fuck me, Mr. Evans. I want you to. I ... let me take your prick out. I want to see it. Please ... I want to see your prick."

Evans felt the organ throb as the pretty young girl expressed her desire to see it, and he was more than willing to grant the request. "You can see it, and do anything you want with it, Kathy. Go ahead and take it out. Damn, Honey, you've already got it hard...."

The young girl moved her hands to his zipper with a practiced ease that indicated at least some experience. In a moment she had his trousers open and one small hand inside them as she started a brief and successful search. Again he felt her warm fingers grasp his penis, this time in direct contact. She began an instinctive pumping motion even though the scope of her action was severely limited by the restriction of his clothing.

Evans closed his eyes as he allowed himself to savor her touch for a long moment. "Kathy, baby ... you little minx, that feels good as hell. You've done it before, haven't you?"

The girl giggled as she stopped the motion and began to extract the organ from his clothes. "A little. I told you I've been with some boys. Actually, this is mostly what I have done-played with pricks, I mean. I jacked boys off for a long time before I let one fuck me. But I never played with one like ... oh, God. It is nice ... gosh, Mr. Evans, your prick's wonderful

Kathy's exclamation came as she succeeded in removing the object of her attention from his trousers. She stared at the hard penis with bright eyes as her tiny fist was momentarily motionless.

The man's eyes were open again as he watched the girl admire his organ. "Like it, Kathy? I'm told it's a little bigger than average, but I don't think that really makes much difference. I think...."

The girl's intent voice interrupted him. "Gosh, yes, I like it ... it looks awfully big to me. It's so much bigger than ... Mr. Evans, do you really think my cunnie will take it?"

The man smiled into the serious eyes that the pretty girl had suddenly turned up to him. One of his arms again went around her body, this time to bring a hand beneath her arm to cup one of her large breasts. His fingers quickly confirmed his visual impression that she wore no bra beneath the snug sweater. The firm flesh felt good to his touch, and he discovered that her nipples were small but already hard. "Kathy, don't worry about your little pussy. A girl's cunt will take a lot bigger prick than you'd think. Of course to be sure I really need to check it for you. Maybe you ought to slip your panties off so I can tell."

The girl giggled again. "You mean so you can finger fuck me? It's alright, I like to do that. For a long time that's all I'd let the boys do. Let me stand up for a minute so I can slip 'em off ..

But Evans did not release her breast. "Okay, Kathy, but there's one thing you might do first. If you want to, that is ... baby, do you really like my prick?"

The girl's tone was earnest "Oh, yes, I do-I really do. I told you-it's the nicest prick I've ever seen . .

Evans seemed pleased. I'm glad you feel that way, Kathy. Maybe you'd like to show me. Kathy-do you know what a woman does to show a man she likes his prick? Have you ever kissed one?"

For the first time the pretty girl seemed slightly shocked. "Kissed ... you mean have I ever kissed a boy's prick? No-no, I wouldn't do it A couple of them wanted me to-one offered to suck my pussy if I'd just kiss his prick-I didn't have a really suck it But I wouldn't do it I just ... well I guess I just didn't like him that much. It didn't turn me on to think about it...."

Evans rolled her nipple between his fingers. "Suppose you did like the person, Kathy. Would you want to kiss his prick then?"

The girl looked up at him uncertainly. "Gee, I don't know. I guess I never thought much about it. Yd have to like the boy an awful lot hut maybe if I did ... you know, if I loved him maybe I'd want to do it.. She paused and looked at her companion with growing comprehension. "Do you ... are you asking me to lass your prick, Mr. Evans?"

The man's face wore an almost plaintive look. "Well, I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to, Kathy. I did think perhaps ... you see, the thing is that mature women often do it for a man they like. But I have to keep in mind that you're pretty young ..

His comment seemed to touch a sensitive nerve in the girl I'm not so young, and you know it. I mean I'm not very old, but everybody says that I'm very mature for my age. And I do like you, Mr. Evans-I really do. I ... do you really want me to ... kiss your prick?"

The man kept his sense of victory from showing on his face. "Kathy, I told you-I wouldn't ask you to do anything you didn't want to. Of course if you do want to, I know I'd enjoy it. There's one thing I ought to mention. I haven't let very many women do it to me. I've always thought that having your prick kissed by a girl was kind of special, and most girls I've known I wouldn't let do it...."

The young girl felt flattered by his remark. "You mean you feel that way about me? You'd like to have me kiss it? Gee ... would it be okay for me to ask you something? Maybe I shouldn't, but I'd like to know. Do you ... well, I mean does Mrs. Evans kiss your prick?"

The man struggled to keep a straight face. "Yes, she does, Kathy. At least she used to-come to think of it, she hasn't done it in some time." He paused and seemed to be thinking. "It has been a long time, now that you mention it ... oh well, it doesn't matter too much, I guess...."

The young girl's instinctive feminine competitiveness was aroused as she sensed an advantage. She made her look and her voice coy in a way that under other circumstances would have made Evans roar with laughter, but which he now welcomed as a sign of his victory. It was important to him to experience the pleasures of this pretty girl's virgin mouth. She squeezed his penis with one hand as she brought the other one to rest lightly on his cheek. "Mr. Evans, I ... well, I think you're kind of special I think I want to do it ... gosh, it seems funny to say that. I never thought I'd be telling a man I wanted to kiss his prick. I ... there is one thing-I just want to kiss it, not suck it. Is that okay? You don't mind it if you don't come in my mouth, do you?"

Again Evans concealed his amusement with some difficulty. But amusement was not his only reaction; the very naivete which was in some ways humorous also had the power to stimulate him. He felt his penis throb in her motionless hand....

"Kathy, baby, you can just kiss it. I hadn't really even thought about corning in your mouth. It wouldn't be fair to do a thing like that the first time. That takes experience and talent that you couldn't possibly have at this stage, so don't worry about it. Like I've already said, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, or aren't prepared for."

"Oh ... gee, I hadn't thought about it like that. I guess it does take some experience." She paused and lowered her eyes. "I guess I must seem like just a kid to you. I suppose I am just a kid, even thought I feel like I'm pretty sexy and know my way around. To the boys my age I do seem to be sexy, but to a man like you ..

"Kathy-baby, you're sexy as hell to me, too. I wouldn't have you here now if you weren't. Lack of experience is a thing that can be overcome if a person's attitude is right, and besides it's even attractive in a way in a girl your age. I'm glad you're not too experienced. Maybe we can increase your experience a little, if you want to ..

The girl's face brightened. "Oh, I'd like that. If d be fun learning from you, because I like you. I really do, Mr. Evans; I guess I never felt about a grown man quite like I do about you. I ... well, I might even want to learn to suck your prick, later on. Right now I'll kiss it, but I don't want to suck it yet. Is that okay?"

Evans could not repress his smile, or his eagerness. I told you it was, Kathy. I think what we need right now is a little less talk and more action. If you feel like kissing my prick, go ahead...."

The man's challenge made the girl flush. Her eyes again dropped to the stiff penis clasped in her white hand, and almost subconsciously the hand began to pump on it as she stared as though transfixed.

Evan's voice was gentle. "Go on, if you want to, Kathy. Kiss it right on the head. You can kiss up and down the sides and take a little of it in your lips if you like, but you don't have to...."

The pretty girl was silent now as she continued to stare at the male shaft in her hand. Her eyes were locked on it as she began to bend toward it, bringing her intent face close to the head of the penis. Finally she paused with her lips only an inch from their goal, then, in a move that surprised Evans, opened her pretty lips to protrude the tip of a little pink tongue.

The man's voice was low and encouraging. "That's it, Kathy. Lick it a little if you want to. Lick the head and then along the sides....damn."

The soft exclamation was caused by contact of the warm tongue. With a surprising lack of hesitation the 15 year old girl began to caress the penis of her thirty-nine year old neighbor with her tongue and lips. The caress was inexperienced but willing, and the girl's eagerness was soon supplemented by an instinctive ability. Her tongue and lips played wetly over the sensitive flesh of Evans' organ as one of her hands continued to grasp the base of the penis and the other went into his trousers to bring out the wrinkled sac of his testicles. After a moment she settled down to a coordinated, three-way attack on his organs with mouth and hands....

The attack was effective. Surprised at her knowing actions, Evans felt his arousal escalate to a point that made quick ejaculation a distinct possibility. It was a possibility that he wanted to avoid; he felt that it would be bad strategy in the sense that the girl was not yet ready for it, and from his own point of View he also preferred to reach his first orgasm deep in her enticing young vagina....

And so Evans used all of his willpower; reluctantly he opened his eyes and put his hands in her tangled hair. "Kathy, baby ... that's enough of that for now. No more, honey-I'm liable to come before I'm ready. The way you kiss a prick, a stone statue would shoot a load in about a minute. Leave my prick alone for now, honey ... I hate to do it, but we better quit this before it's too late. Besides, I want you to get something out of this. Let's get our clothes off so we can fuck...."

The girl's reaction was not the one he expected. She raised her unsmiling face from his loins and looked at him with a plea in her eyes. "Please ... I guess it sounds funny after what I said, but I want to go ahead with it. Suck you, I mean. I ... I want to suck you off. Gee, that sounds awful, but I do. I want to suck your prick off. I want to suck your big prick till you come in my mouth. I won't mind it; I want to taste your come. I ... maybe I'll spit it out, I don't know, but I do want you to come in my mouth. You won't mind if I don't swallow it, with you? I know this sounds terrible, but I want to do it. I ... well, I used to jack boys off and watch their come spurt out of their pricks and wonder what it would taste like, but I never let them know what I was thinking. I didn't want to do it with them; I just wondered about it." The girl hesitated and flushed slightly. "I guess I wasn't exactly telling the truth when I said I hadn't thought about sucking a man's prick. Still it was the truth in a way, because I hadn't actually met a man that I wanted to do it for. I ... am I making any sense at all?"

Evans moved one hand from her hair and ran a fingertip over her bottom lip as he looked at her pretty face. This girl was even more attractive than he'd originally realized....

"Of course you're making sense, Kathy. Your feelings are normal for a young girl with a sensitive, sensual nature. I'm just glad that I'm available and that you feel this way about me. Baby, I'm more than willing for you to suck my prick if you're sure that's what you want. I don't know of anything I'd prefer; I just didn't want to rush you into something you weren't quite ready for...."

Kathy was silent for a moment as she again stared at the head of his penis, now wet with her own saliva. When she spoke her voice was so low that Evans had trouble understanding the words. "You're not pushing me into anything; I want to do it. I'm probably doing it more for me than you, I don't know. All I know is that somehow I want to suck your prick till you come in my mouth." She paused as she looked up suddenly. I'm ready if you are. I think you were right about us needing less talk and more action. I ... I think I'd like to change positions before I start. Wouldn't it be better if I got on the floor between your legs? I have to bend over so far doing it this way that it's not very comfortable. And I want to be comfortable so I can suck, and suck, and suck. Gosh, that sounds funny-I can't believe I'm talking that way. I've slapped a boy just for using that kind of language. But now the dirtier I talk die more it turns me on. Do I sound like I've flipped?"

Evans gave her breast a final squeeze. "In a way, I suppose. But don't worry about it; you've just flipped over sex. I did the same thing years ago and I wouldn't have it any other way. And I think you're right about kneeling between my legs; it'll be more comfortable for both of us ..

Kathy released her prize as she slid gracefully off the couch into a kneeling position on the floor. Evans spread his thighs and she moved into the space between them as her right hand once more clasped his hard penis. Her other hand fondled his hanging testicles for a moment, then joined the first hand to squeeze and stroke the shaft....

Evans sighed in pleasure as he stared down at the pretty girl between his legs. It was almost unbelievable that she was there, preparing to love his penis with her virgin mouth. The whole thing seemed to confirm his long held belief that the younger generation was going to hell, but, at the moment, her trip to that destination seemed to him to be an excellent idea....

Her voice brought his attention back to her flushed face. "Alright, I ... I'm ready now. I'm going to suck your prick and make you come. Mr. Evans ... I guess this sounds silly, but will I be able to tell when you're going to come? I want you to come in my mouth, but somehow I want to know when it's going to happen. I don't what difference it makes, but for some reason I don't want your come to take me by surprise ..

Evans extended one hand to touch her hot cheek gently as she stared up at him. "That's not silly, Kathy, I can understand how you feel. I don't think you'll have any trouble knowing when I'm about to shoot. I'll probably be hunching and moaning and generally raising hell. Tell you what-if it'll make you feel any better I'll let you know right before I make it. I'll ... well, let's see. I'll put my hands on your cheeks. You'll notice that, won't you? I'll also try to tell you in words, but I may be past talking when I get close. Hell, one way or another, you'll know ..

The girl nodded. "I guess so. But do try to let me know. I suppose I'll live over it if the first spurt catches me by surprise, but I'd rather be ready for it. I ... I keep thinking about watching boys' pricks shoot when I jacked them off. It seem funny to think of all that white stuff going in my mouth. I ... it's awfully sticky and hard to get off of your hands. I used to think it was terribly messy to get a boy's come on me anywhere, and now I'm going to take it in my mouth. Golly...."

Again the combination of the girl's touch and delightfully lewd words sent Evans to the brink of a premature climax. Once more he put his hand over hers to still the pumping motion of her warm fingers.

"Kathy, damn, I'm getting close. Take it in your mouth now and suclc me. It won't be long. Come on, honey-suck my prick....

The young girl took a final fascinated look at the shaft in her hands, then closed her eyes and leaned forward to engulf it in her mouth. She made the entry quick and complete; Evans was surprised when she took it as far into her mouth as she could and then held it motionless while she savored its feel and taste. He resisted an impulse to begin a hunching motion with his hips as he forced himself to enjoy the more subtle pleasures of her gentle but effective suction.

"Good God, Kathy ... you really are sucking. Feels good ... good. Hardly ever have anybody do it just like that Damn, it's good ... Now-I'm gonna begin to fuck your mouth a little, if you're ready. You can hold your head still, or you can sort of move it in counterpoint to my motion. I can't make much of a stroke sitting on my ass like this ... Ready for me to fuck your mouth a little?"

The girl was too preoccupied to reply; her pretty mouth was far too full to talk. But Evans saw acquiescence in her dark eyes as she opened them to look up at him even as her bulging cheeks contracted from a fresh suction.

"Can't answer can you, honey? It's okay-you got better things to do with that little mouth of yours. And, God-you're doin' it. You're gonna suck my mind right through my prick along with my come. I'm just about ... get ready, baby, I'm coming. Damn, here it comes-gonna shoot you full. God damn, you suck pricks good. Here it comes-take it! Take it! I'm coming ... oh, damn...."

Evans' hips hunched in an involuntary spasm as his orgasm exploded in his consciousness; his sperm shot from his penis into the sucking mouth of the forewarned girl. And Kathy accepted it willingly; her initial reluctance had been completely supplanted by a need and desire for his male liquid. Her eyes were clinched shut as her mouth and throat filled with spurt after spurt of the thick, sticky substance ... The aroused, distraught girl could detect very little taste in the man's sperm as she swallowed it, but psychologically it gave her a sensation of intense satisfaction. Her young body swayed and jerked as she knelt before the man and savored his ejaculating penis in her mouth. Her own orgasm began just as his peaked, and she felt the extra flow of feminine juices in her unattended but responsive vagina. Even the insides of her thighs were wet....

Jill Evans killed the Mustang's engine and looked with some satisfaction at the little reference mark she had made on the garage wall in front of the car. The car was centered in the stall almost perfectly; Tom could make no sarcastic remarks about the way she had parked this time. She smiled as she reflected that parking was really not her strongest ability; she had trouble with any land of parking, and particularly with the parallel variety at a curb. But a little extra effort, combined with her guide mark here in the garage and the fact that she was now driving a small automobile, seemed to produce fairly satisfactory results. And, hell-Tom would probably just find something else to bitch at her about, anyway....

That thought sobered Jill, and she sat motionless in the car for a moment as the vague and undefined uneasiness that had troubled her for several weeks washed back through her consciousness. It had been an aggravating thing-the whole situation had been nothing that she could really put her finger on, and yet the feeling that all was not well in her marriage had been unmistakable. Tom's attitude had changed in a subtle but definite way; the changes had been small, almost unnoticeable, but taken in total they represented an undeniable shift in attitude....

A shift toward what? Jill had no answer to that question; she had asked it of herself fifty times without finding a response. She intuitively sensed that the problem was at least partially sexual in nature, and yet there had been no discernable change in a sexual relationship that always seemed to fulfill both of them. Of course it had all started about the time he had brought up the matter of the town's wife-trading club, but Jill knew that his suggestion that they investigate it had been made jokingly....

She sighed, displeased with herself for permitting this unproductive train of thought to again occupy her mind. It had occupied her too much lately, and always without yielding a solution. There was probably nothing to it anyway....

Jill shook her head slightly as though that action would change her line of thought. She reached for her purse and finally opened the Mustang's door....

At thirty-six, Jill Evans was a beautiful and sensuous woman. She swung long and delightfully rounded legs out of the car with the casual thought that she would have to be more careful about her exit from the Mustang. She had unintentionally given that man in the adjacent car at the-shopping center quite a show. Jill paused and looked down at her legs, suddenly curious about just what he had seen ... She was somewhat surprised to see how much of her perfect legs the little miniskirt did show in this position; the man had almost certainly seen the white flesh of her full thighs above the tops of her stockings. But, damn it, she just didn't like panty hose....

Jill got to her feet gracefully and turned back to pick up her purse. The motion made her full breasts swing slightly in spite of the light brassiere to which she had assigned the considerable task of restraining her heavy but erect and out-thrust bosom. Jill's breasts were, both literally and figuratively, the outstanding feature of a body that reflected pure sensuality in all of its perfectly matched components. Her breasts had been her proudest possession since the age of eleven, which was when she had first become aware of their attraction to men. Her mother had been somewhat slow to provide Jill with her first brassiere, and when just after her twelfth birth day she had obtained one, it had been a rather remarkable 34C. At the age of sixteen she had required a 38C, and this was the size that she still wore. Her large and beautiful breasts had caused more than the usual problems with both boys and men during her school days. But she had conducted herself properly, with the one or two exceptions that nearly every girl permits herself, and on balance she had been, and still was, thankful for her generous endowment. And she was also glad that her breasts were useful as well as ornamental; unlike some other large bosoms that she knew of her own breasts were extremely sensitive sexually and had also been efficient producers of milk when she nursed Bob w..

The thought of her son was a pleasant interlude in her otherwise somber train of thought. His last letter had indicated that he planned to spend the weekend after next at home....

But Jill's uneasy mood returned as she closed the car door and turned to the door that led to the service porch and to the kitchen. Maybe a beer would help.

The beer did make her feel a little better. Jill was a little surprised by her reaction to the cold, golden liquid; she seldom drank beer and had never really acquired a liking for its taste. But at the moment it seemed to be just what she needed; even the first swallow produced a relaxation of tension that was more than welcome. She stood by the cabinet drawer from which she had taken the opener as she consumed half of the can, then picked up her purse and the two small packages which were the product of her shopping trip and moved toward the kitchen door. A hot bath would be good, and would perhaps further the relaxation that the beer had started. She needed to relax, and particularly to change the somewhat pessimistic mental atmosphere that had been her lot lately....

Jill wondered idly where her husband was as she walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom with the can of beer in one hand. She was about to take another sip of the cold liquid when she was startled to hear a feminine giggle. Jill turned quickly to stare at the door of her husband's combination den and office; the sound had almost surely come from there....

Her first reaction was that Bob must have come home from college unexpectedly and brought a girl friend with him, as he often did. The thought made Jill's face fight up with pleasure and anticipation; an opportunity to see her son was probably exactly what she needed ... But her instinctive smile faded as further sounds came from the room.

"Oh, golly, Mr. Evans-I never thought ... Your come tastes so funny. Maybe it's not really the way it tastes, it's just that I never had any in my mouth before. But I didn't mind-really I didn't. I enjoyed sucking your prick. I never would have thought it, but I did. Were you ... I mean did you enjoy me sucking you off? I hope you had a good come ..

Jill Evans stood motionless as the full implications of the girlish voice began to penetrate her shocked mind. Her husband's reply was muffled and unintelligible, but the situation was abundantly clear-he had a girl in his den who had apparently made oral love to him. Jiffs thought processes were jumbled and almost irrational; she tried desperately to recall the last time she had loved her husband with her mouth ... it had been a long time, but....

In a partial daze, Jill Evans subconsciously moved to the closed door and put her hand on the knob. She had not yet really reacted to the situation; she did not know what course of action she wanted to take, and obviously the scene needed to be approached with considered caution. Her marriage might be in the balance ... Nevertheless, she felt an overwhelming urge to look into the room; she had to see the episode, and the girl involved....

Tom Evans watched the girl adjust her sweater over her full young breasts. She seemed a little shy now as she stood before him while he continued to sprawl on the couch in the position in which they had made love. He found the whole delightful episode hard to believe, but the utterly spent condition of his limp penis bore mute testimony to the effectiveness of their encounter. God, the little wench had used her pretty mouth like an experienced whore....

"Mr. Evans, I ... well, I want you to know that I'm glad I did it. I guess I shouldn't say it, but I'm glad I sucked your prick. I enjoyed it so much that I came myself, without even touching my cunt. That never happened before. I just wish there was time for you to fuck me ..

Her words punctured the man's mental euphoria. There was a time problem; his wife might come in at almost any time. As much as he would like to comply with the girl's desire for further sex, prudence dictated that the encounter be delayed....

"Kathy, you want to be fucked as much as I want to do it to you. Especially after the nice loving you gave me ... But it'll have to wait; Mrs. Evans is due any minute. Besides, look what you've done to my poor prick-it may never recover enough to fuck anybody again...."

The girl giggled as she looked at the placid organ that had been so rigid and hard. "I bet it'll be alright, Mr. Evans. It better be-I want it in my cunny. I don't know if I can take it, but I sure want to try. Gee-I've got to kiss it one more time...."

Evans started to protest as the pretty girl once more dropped to her knees in front of him. But no normal man could have resisted her young charms; he sighed as he closed his eyes while her warm lips paid a final brief homage to the organ that had given her so much pleasure....

His sigh masked the soft click of the door as another pretty female, this one sobbing as tears ran down her white cheeks, closed the door on a sight that had shaken her to the roots of her soul. Jill Evans ran blindly down the hallway as she sought relief from a scene that had been burned permanently into her distraught mind....