Chapter 6

Jann had hoped that Bill's attempt at lovemaking would gradually alleviate his problem, but in fact it was having the reverse effect. Afraid of failing again, he reverted to avoiding sex. Meanwhile, the money continued to pour in. After two weeks, Jann managed to deposit eight hundred dollars in their savings account. They would need several thousand. Little did Jann know that fortune was soon to smile on her in two unusual ways.

She received a call from a young man named Dave who claimed that he and his buddies were planning a bachelor party for a friend named Charlie. They wanted her to be the gift. "Just for an hour," he told her.

"That would be on an evening, right?" she asked, worried that she wouldn't be able to get away from Bill.

"Right," said Dave. "Tomorrow evening, in fact, about nine o'clock."

She'd have to make up an excuse. "Okay," she accepted. "I'll do it."

She figured that as long as all the boys were contributing to the party, no one would object to a one-hundred-dollar fee. Dave agreed to the price and gave her the address of the bar where the party would be held.

As luck would have it, it was Bill who provided Jann with the chance to get away. At the dinner table he mentioned the formation of a bowling team among the plant workers. They wanted to get together the following night.

"You ought to join," Jann suggested.

"Nah," he resisted. "Why should I?"

"It would give you a chance to get out of the house, be with your friends, enjoy yourself for a few hours...."

"I don't know...." he hesitated.

"You're a terrific bowler," she bragged. "I'll bet whatever team you're on will come in first."

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"Maybe I'll give it a shot," he finally relented.

The following evening, Bill was out of the house by eight p.m. Jann showered and dressed in a tight-fitting black dress with a slit than ran the entire length of her thigh. With a pair of spiked heels and a considerable amount of makeup, she not only looked the part, but was unrecognizable, giving her the anonymity she needed.

She arrived at Patrick's Tavern promptly at nine and was greeted at the door by a handsome young man. "Are you Daisy?" he asked.

"Yes," Jann smiled.

"I'm Dave," he introduced himself. "Glad you could make it. Can I get you a drink?"

"An apricot sour would be nice," Jann told him.

When he returned with her drink, she asked, "Where's the party being held?"

"A room in the back."

"How should we work this?"

"Well," said Dave, "we already ate, so I'll just introduce you as Charlie's present. You'll walk in and sit on his lap or something. Then the guys and I will direct you to your room."

"Our room?"

"Yeah. We know the owner of this place," Dave explained. "He's got a small bedroom upstairs. You and Charlie can get it on up there."

"Accommodating, aren't you?" she remarked.

Dave just smiled and returned to the party. Jann followed the sound of laughter to a doorway in the rear. Unnoticed, she peered into the room where a rowdy assembly of at least a dozen young men was celebrating loudly and boisterously around a long table.

"I'd like to make an announcement," said Dave, standing beside Charlie's chair. His friends all cheered and hooted. "The fellas and I had a hard time figuring out what to get you as a present, Charlie. We wanted to find something appropriate for the occasion on this, your last night as an unmarried man."

Charlie, a shy sort of young man with short black hair, a pleasant if not handsome face and a stocky frame, squirmed in his chair, anticipating something embarrassing. When Jann walked into the room amid an avalanche of whistles and catcalls, his face turned pale, then blushed. She was ravishingly beautiful, but that only filled him with terror.

"Hi, Charlie," Jann smiled pleasantly and kissed him on the cheek. "My name's Daisy."

"She's all yours, Charlie," Dave laughed, patting him on the back.

"Thanks, fellas," he grinned, thinking it was only a joke. "That's really funny. Cute. Really cute."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" chided Dave.

"Huh?"

"There's a vacant bedroom waiting for you upstairs."

"You mean," said Charlie, "you want me to go upstairs with her?" He was stunned.

"Well, I don't want you to go upstairs with me!" Dave teased. The place erupted with laughter.

"Ha-ha. Listen, fellas," Charlie chuckled nervously, "a joke's a joke, but let's not get carried away."

"You're not going to turn down such a lovely lady, are you?" asked Dave.

"I'm getting married in the morning!" Charlie protested.

"Well, it's about time you learned how to do it," someone shouted.

"Come on, Charlie," smiled Jann, taking his hand. "Let's go upstairs and get acquainted."

"No ... I ... I ... I don't think ... we ... ought...."

"Go on, Charlie!" everyone shouted, grabbing the groom-to-be and forcing him upstairs to the bedroom. Jann followed, caught up in the spirit of the moment. Charlie was tossed into the room and as Jann entered, the door was closed behind them.

It was a small room with nothing but a single bed, a sink, and a table and chair. A window was draped with a thick black curtain.

Behind closed doors, Charlie was shy and embarrassed. Jann tried to ease his timidity with an encouraging smile. "Relax," she told him. "Think of me as a friend."

He sighed. "You know, we don't have to do anything."

"Oh, but I'd rather we did," she replied pleasantly. "Besides, your friends have already paid me."

"You can keep the money and we can just sit and talk for a while," he suggested. "That way, they'll think we did something."

She laughed. "But if they think we did it anyway, we might as well do something and enjoy ourselves!"

Charlie shrugged.

"What's the matter?" asked Jann. "I'm not attractive to you?"

"Oh, no. You're absolutely beautiful. It's just ... I love my fiancee very much. I'd feel guilty if...."

"Why feel guilty? Of course you love her. Making it with me doesn't change that. She'll never know, so what harm is there?"

Charlie nodded, but was not totally persuaded. To change his mind, Jann slowly undressed. Evidence of his conversion swelled to a bulge in his pants.

"I know what we'll do," she said-: "Let's do something that you've always wanted to do, but your fiancee is unwilling to perform. While we're doing it, you can pretend that I'm her.".

"That's not a bad idea," Charlie admitted, removing his jacket and loosening his tie.

"Is your bride adventurous in bed?" asked Jann, approaching him.

"Well...." said Charlie. "My fiancee is old-fashioned when it comes to sex. In fact, she's a virgin."

"Come on," Jann scoffed.

"Really," Charlie attested.

"You mean, you never made it together?"

"Not ... not intercourse, no."

"She's never gotten you off?"

"Well, she's used other ... methods."

"Hand job, huh?"

Charlie nodded dolefully.

"You poor thing," Jann groaned. "Has she ever gone down on you?"

"Are you kidding? The one time I suggested it, she wouldn't speak to me for a week."

"Are you sure you're doing the right thing in marrying her?"

"I love her."

Jann sighed. "You're a sweet guy. Maybe she'll be more responsive as time goes by. Encourage her."

"I'll try," Charlie vowed.

"I guess I'll just have to give you the full treatment," said Jann.

Charlie's eyes lit up with anticipation. "The full treatment?"

Jann smiled and knelt before him. Slowly she unzipped his fly and his swelled cock popped out. "Well," she laughed. "Eager little pecker, isn't it?"

She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks against his cock, dabbing it with little wet kisses. She stuck out her tongue and pretended to lick him, coming within a fraction of an inch, but pulling away, teasing him.

Charlie leaned against a wall and unbuckled his belt, allowing his pants to drop. He tugged down his briefs, giving her full access to his genitalia, which ached for her mouth.

She petted his cock as if it were a puppy. Then she took it in her hand and stroked it gently. He closed his eyes and moaned. "Is that how your fiancee does it?" she asked.

He did not reply, too busy fantasizing about his intended, faithful to her even in his dreams.

Jann lifted his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. Then she kissed them and felt his legs quiver. She calmed them with long strokes of her tongue, then licked and tickled his balls. "Imagine," she said, "imagine your fiancee doing this...." And she began licking his cock from the base to the head, lubricating it with her warm, glistening saliva.

Charlie placed his hands against the wall to steady himself. "Ohhh," he groaned. "That feels good."

"Do you want me to suck it?" she asked playfully, feeling delightfully wicked. "Do you want me to suck your big, hard cock?"

"Oh, yes!" he replied. "Please."

"Remember...." she whispered enticingly. "It's your fiancee who's doing it."

"Please...." he gasped. "Do it to me!"

She held the base of his shaft in the grip of her fist and devoured the rest of his cock, pumping it in and out of her mouth. Unable to contain his ecstasy, Charlie placed both of his hands on her head and thrust his hips in rhythm with her movements. Her other hand brushed against his thighs and buttocks and gently cupped and squeezed his balls.

"Jeezzz!" he hissed as she released his cock from her grasp in order to swallow as much of it as she could. "That's it, baby. Suck me. Suck your daddy," he grunted, unaware of what he was saying, too preoccupied with his fantasy.

Without warning, he exploded in her mouth. She gagged momentarily, then swallowed some of his seed. The rest of it squirted all over her face, onto her neck and dripped down to her breasts.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, panting.

"Don't worry," she told him. "I like it when a man comes on me."

He couldn't understand why, but accepted it anyway. Still, he felt compelled to wet his handkerchief in the sink and offer it to her. She preferred to wash herself instead, then lay naked on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. "Ready for round two?" she asked.

Charlie stared at her inviting cunt, but woefully admitted, "I don't know if I can get it up again so soon."

"Leave that to me," she said, beckoning him with outstretched arms.

He quickly disrobed and joined her on the bed. They embraced and kissed passionately. She reached down to take his cock in hand and as she touched him, it miraculously sprang erect.

"It'll be harder for you to come this time," she noted. "Which means you'll be able to keep going longer."

"What should I do?" he asked feebly.

"Must I tell you?" she smiled.

He cupped her breasts and felt her nipples harden. Shyly, he bent down and kissed her tits, then nibbled on each nipple. Soon he was sucking one and massaging the other.

"Ever eat a girl?" she slyly asked.

"Sure," he answered unconvincingly.

"Ever go down on your fiancee?"

He shook his head.

"Would you like to go down on me?"

Charlie frowned. "To be honest with you ... I ... I don't particularly like the taste."

Jann was disappointed, but she was so eager to be eaten that she had a clever idea. "Do you like to drink beer?" she mysteriously asked.

Charlie stared at her. "Huh?"

"Do you like beer?"

"Yeah."

She pointed to a can of ale on the table. "Why don't you pour that all over my pussy and lick it up?" she suggested.

"What?" he grinned. "That's crazy."

"Come on, Charlie." She nudged him. "Be daring. I'll bet you'll never get the chance to do something like that again."

Charlie's innocent grin transformed into a sly leer. He fetched the can of beer and pulled the tab, spurting a geyser of foam that hit the ceiling. Then he approached Jann, who put her hands behind her head and spread her legs as wide as she could.

Charlie doused her cunt with a swig of ale. "O-o-o, that feels tingly," she said as the icy beverage trickled into her vagina and the white foam soaked her pubic hair.

Charlie placed the can on the floor by the bed and made a dive for her crotch. His mouth nestled in the hairy grotto between her thighs, his tongue lapping up the tasty treat. "Mmm," he moaned. "Not bad."

"Pour some more," Jann told him. "You can tell your friends you got drunk on pussy."

He generously sprinkled the beer on her belly and thighs as well as her twat, licked her clean, and thrilled her as much as he was thrilling himself. Goosebumps swept across her flesh, reacting to the cold liquid and the intimacy of his tongue. She raised her hips when he touched her clitoris, just to let him know that that was where his tongue belonged. Obligingly, he concentrated his efforts on her sensitive clit, becoming just as aroused, for in his mind it was his fiancee's cunt he was eating out.

Wild desire got the better of Charlie. He seized Jann's thighs, raised himself, mounted her and plunged his cock into her beer-drenched cunt. Jann let out a piercing scream as she felt his hardened meat penetrate her. But it was a scream of unbearable pleasure and she hoisted her legs so high that they crossed his shoulders. He pounded into her like a sledgehammer, mercilessly, fanatically, his lips sucking her tits, his hands clawing at her tender flesh.

"I can't seem to come," he suddenly panted in her ear. She herself was nowhere near climax, although she was enjoying the workout.

"I'm too lubricated," Jann replied. "You need something tighter." She encouraged him to withdraw, then rolled over on her stomach and assumed the doggie position. "Stick it up my ass."

"Won't that hurt?" he asked.

"Just do it," she told him. "You'll love it."

Grasping her hips, he positioned himself between the back of her thighs, inserted his cock between the cheeks of her ass and rammed it deep into her anus. Jann gritted her teeth to suppress a grunt. It was a snug fit. Charlie certainly appreciated it. "Ohhh! That is better. Much better," he moaned, working his rod in and out, slapping his groin against her quivering buttocks. He rotated his hips and weaved his thrusts, reaching under to cup her dangling tits.

"Don't be afraid to pick up the pace and get rough," she said, also feeling greater pleasure. "I like it hard and fast."

Charlie complied, quickening his pace, fucking her asshole with animal force. He felt a powerful orgasm building and warned her. "I-I'm coming soon. Want me to try to keep going?"

"That's all right. You can come."

And come he did, wrapping his arms around her waist in a bear hug and slamming his spurting cock as deep into her asshole as it would go. Her arms exhausted, Jann collapsed on her stomach, buried under the weight of him.

When Charlie finally withdrew, he rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. Jann got up from the bed and walked on wobbly legs to the sink. He dressed while she washed, he feeling more satisfied than he had ever been, she feeling unbearably horny.

"Good luck tomorrow," she wished him before he left the room.

"Thanks," he replied, kissing her cheek, a gesture she thought was very sweet. "And thank you for the wonderful present."

"My pleasure," she smiled.

"No, my pleasure," he clarified. An idea occurred to Jann. "Charlie?" she said. "Would you do me a favor?"

"Name it."

"I'll bet all your pals downstairs are pretty horny just thinking about us. Pass the word that I'm ready for any guy looking for action. Twenty-five dollars a head."

"Will do," said Charlie, opening the door and stepping outside.

Jann was not to be denied. Every one of the male partygoers took his turn, gladly doling out twenty-five dollars per, practically forming a line outside the door to the bedroom, titillated by Charlie's glowing review of his session with Jann.

The first six men wanted blowjobs. Servicing a half-dozen different cocks, Jann felt as if her jaws had been pried apart and she swallowed more cum than she ever thought her stomach could hold. The next three men insisted on screwing her, each of them too drunk to fuck competently, leaving her even more frustrated. Four more wanted to take her on at the same time, fulfilling one of her favorite fantasies in which she sat on one cock, sucked another and jerked off two others simultaneously. But she derived little pleasure from bobbing up and down on a stiff rod while another slid in and out of her jerking mouth and the others slithered through her moving fingers-she felt like an X-rated marionette.

When they were through with her, she lay on the bed, alone in the room, and counted the cash-four hundred and twenty-five dollars. She stashed it in her purse and relaxed awhile. That horny feeling was still itching between her legs. She could not believe that out of fourteen cocks, not one of them knew how to use it. She'd just have to rely on herself. With her eyes closed and dreaming of Bill, she began to massage her clit. But even she couldn't get herself off.

Then suddenly she opened her eyes and there was Dave standing over her. "Hello," he grinned. "Looks like you need a helping hand."

"I need a man," she replied bluntly.

"I'll do my best," he promised, quickly stripping.

"Only thing is ... I blew all my cash on this party. Can I give you a check?"

"Honey," she said, "if you make me come, it's on the house."

"What if you fake not coming?" he asked playfully.

"Listen, I can fake coming, but it's impossible to fake not having an orgasm. Just whip out that cock of yours and let's see how good you are."

Standing naked before her, Dave was the answer to her dreams, with broad shoulders, strong arms, muscular frame and athletic legs and of course, his crowning glory-an enormously erect cock poised and eager to please her.

He lay beside her on the bed, tenderly enveloping her in his arms, kissing her softly on the lips. His kisses grew more passionate, their mouths opening to each other, their tongues intermingling. His raw hands explored every inch of her body with gentleness and intimacy. Then his lips wandered where his hands had been, covering her neck with their warmth, sucking her nipples to rigidity, tasting the sweetness of her belly and thighs and the tangy nectar of her juicy cunt.

Jann responded with breathless whimpers, delicately stroking his shaggy brown hair as his head wandered about her body. She permitted him to take the initiative, writhing as his tongue replaced his lips as the tool of pleasure. He licked the labia of her cunt, then his tongue wormed its way within, combing every accessible part of her vagina before settling on her clitoris. Jann clung to the sheets as he flicked her tender pink meat, rapidly massaging it with his loving tongue, setting her aflame with passion.

She seized his hair in her fist and removed his head from her crotch. He slapped her hand away and raised himself to straddle her shoulders. She was pinned to the bed with his cock and balls before her face. Her tongue reached out to lick his rod, coating it with her saliva. Raising her head slightly, she was able to take his balls into her mouth as if devouring fruit. Dave moaned with ecstasy and bent backwards, bracing himself with one hand, using the other to massage her cunt.

Jann's tongue wandered beneath his testicles and into the warmth of his anus, darting in and out and around, then returning to his balls and up the length of his throbbing manhood.

Dave held her head tightly in the palms of his hands and force-fed her, pumping his cock into her mouth and halfway down her throat. Saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed his entire length, only too willing to suck him off, to give him the best headjob he ever had.

"That's a good girl," he murmured. "Take it all. Eat me. Eat my meat. Take it all."

She expected him to come, but instead he slowly removed his cock from her mouth, lay on top of her, caressed and kissed her. His gentleness and consideration aroused her to even greater desire. "Fuck me," she was compelled to say. "Please, fuck me."

"In good time," he whispered, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her lips.

"No. Now," she practically begged.

He spread her legs and fit between them, holding his cock in his hand, inches away from her eager beaver. "Do you really want me to?"

"Please!" she implored, raising her hips to encourage him. "I need it! I need it badly!"

"How badly?" he asked mercilessly.

"Oh, come on! I'm like a bitch in heat!"

"Beg me for it," he demanded.

"I am begging for it! Please!"

"Tell me what you want and how you want it."

"Oh!" she squirmed. "I want your cock! I want your big, hard cock in my cunt! I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me more than anything!"

"Keep telling me what you want," he commanded, allowing his cock to rub against the parted lips of her cunt.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, jerking her hips. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

His prick nudged her clitoris, sending her into convulsions. "Oh, please!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Without warning, he penetrated her to the hilt. She wailed and threw her arms around his neck. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted.

He began to screw her in long, slow strokes, occasionally rotating his hips. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she panted, totally wild with lust.

They rolled over and she was on top, bouncing up and down, galloping on his rod, taking his hands and pressing them against her breasts. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she repeated insanely.

Viciously he toppled her from her throne, again assuming the superior position, humping her with renewed vigor. Jann dug her nails into his back and wound her legs around his waist, all the while kissing him with unrelenting passion.

In an extraordinary display of strength, Dave lifted her from the bed, his cock still embedded, and fucked her standing upright on his legs, her limbs still wrapped around him. Staggering, he slammed her back against the wall, but went on working his cock in and out, Jann still hoarsely begging him, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Brutally, he twirled her away from the wall and down flat on the tabletop, the two of them resembling erotic wrestlers, but still screwing, still locked in each other's savage embrace.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Jann gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Finally they fell to the floor and Dave took her breast in his mouth, fucking and sucking like a crazed rapist. Jann fantasized that Bill was standing over them, watching. "See," she said to her husband in her dream. "This is what a real man is like! Take a good look, Bill. How do you like it? Does it turn you on? Are you getting hard watching another man fuck your wife? He's fucking me, Bill! His cock is in my cunt and he's fucking me! And I love it! Do you understand? I love it!"

The fantasy brought her to the brink of orgasm. She held Dave tightly and moaned, "Oh-h, I'm coming."

"Me, too!" he grunted, pounding into her.

"Keep it coming," she said. "Keep fucking me! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

His thrusts nailed her to the floor, piercing her with determined force. "More! More!" she shouted, squeezing his head to her tit, arching her hips to meet him. "Oh, God! That's it! That's it! Ohhhh! Fucking shit! Aaaaaaah!"

Dave had held back his own climax for this moment, wanting to come when she did, their crescendo building to volcanic fury. He clutched the cheeks of her ass and drove himself as deeply into her as he could, trembling with ecstasy. They came with a deafening wail, followed by a collective sigh of satisfaction, remaining entwined long after the sensation subsided.

Jann wanted to tell him how wonderful it had been, how no man, not even Bill, had ever satisfied her quite that way. Instead, she expressed her gratitude by taking his cock into her mouth, the cock that had just spilled its seed into her womb, licking it clean as she knelt before him, a gesture of recognition for its magnificence.

"Not bad, huh?" he said.

She stared up at him. "It was very good," she agreed.

"Damn right," he said arrogantly. "You ought to pay me for cock that good."

The remark brought her down to earth. He was just a cocky little prick who happened to be good in the sack. To him, she was nothing but a high-priced piece of meat. "Yeah," she replied. "It's so good, you ought to sell it to teenage boys."

The innuendo confused, then infuriated him. He dressed in a huff and slammed the door behind him on the way out.

Aching and unable to believe that she had scored with fifteen men in one night, Jann dressed and took her small fortune home. It would be days before she'd be back in the saddle.