by Norma Egan
"Now," Sanders panted, "drop down to your knees, and kiss it. Just kiss the head once."
Jenny wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea, but she did it, dropping quickly to her knees in front of him and bringing his pitiful little prick up to her lips. She kissed the soft rosy head, just one quick peck. To her astonishment, his cock lurched violently on her palm and sprang into life. Before her startled eyes, it rose into seven thick inches of thick hard cock-meat.
"There," he sighed. "You see, it works if you do just as I tell you."
Jenny was still on her knees gawking at his prick, only the second cock she'd ever seen. It was slightly longer and thicker than Sid's dick, and the swollen purple head seemed huge. His balls were bigger, too, fat globes of dull-rose flesh hanging stiffly below his silver bush. For the first time that evening she felt a little rush of arousal.
"Lie down, please," Sanders panted.
Jenny jerked herself back to reality. She'd been totally absorbed in staring at his hard-on, comparing it with Sid's, and having all kinds of wicked fantasies. Now suddenly it was time to fuck, and she wasn't prepared. But for two hundred dollars she figured she could put on a pretty good act. Obediently she lay down on her back on the deep soft rug. Sanders dropped to his knees beside her, gawking lustily at her superb young body.
"Open your legs for me," he said hoarsely. "Open them as wide as you can."
That was a little embarrassing, but she did it, spreading her legs as far as she could, then bending them back at the knees. Her gleaming pink gash was fully revealed in the soft lights of the room. Sanders crawled between her legs and knelt there for a moment, licking his lips as he studied her pretty pink slit. His stiff-standing cock wept a big bright glob of juice.
Then he lowered himself onto her, breathing hard and loud, and wedged the fat drooling head of his dick into the tiny tight mouth of her cunt. Jenny knew she wasn't wet enough, but his own dribbling cock-juice made up for it. He pushed into her easily, stuffing her exquisitely tight box with his thick throbbing meat.
"Ahhhhh," Sanders sighed, "ahhhhh, yes."
He began balling her in slow deep strokes, savoring the wonderful snugness and heat of her young twat. At first Jenny was nervous, her mind blown by the thought that she was fucking a perfect stranger and for money. But gradually his thick steadily-stroking cock started to feel good, and she told herself that since she had to ball him anyway, she might as well enjoy it.
"Ummmmm," she sighed.
The more she enjoyed it, the wetter she got. Soon Jay could feel her thick molten cunt-cream gushing around his meat, and her slim hips moving in time to his strokes. He moaned and worked his rigid dick even deeper into her, so that the swollen head butted her womb with each thrust. That made Jenny even more excited, and she squealed with pleasure.
"Oooooo," she cried, "oooooo, YES."
Jay raised himself a little and stared at her as he fucked her. Her eyes were closed, the thick brown natural lashes fluttering, and her perfect white teeth were bared in a lusty little grimace. Her flawless skin was flushed with arousal, and she was digging her nails into his shoulders. She whimpered softly with pleasure.
"You're actually enjoying it, aren't you?" he said wonderingly.
It was Jenny's turn to stare. "Aren't I supposed to enjoy it?" she said.
"Well, I'm glad you are," Jay chuckled, "but most of them don't. The women I pay, I mean. They just fake it for the money. You're one in a million. In fact, this could turn out to be a very memorable night." , He didn't give Jenny much chance to think over what he'd said. He speeded the pace of his fucking, slamming his long thick cock into her in quick hard deep jabs. She found that even more exciting than his slow gentle balling. She arched her body up sharply for more hot friction from his slamming cock, and her twat-cream gushed around his meat like molten lava.
"Do you want me to bring you off?" Jay panted.
"Yes, oh, YES," Jenny whined.
He fucked her with blinding speed, their bellies meeting in loud smacks, his swollen balls spanking her ass with each hard lunge. Jenny gurgled with horny pleasure, and her hot cunt-cream boiled around him. Within seconds she was coming, her voice hoarse with pleasure as the delicious explosion took place deep in her cunt.
"AHHHHHH," Jenny wailed.
Even as her wonderful convulsions rocked her body, she waited for the blast of his jism. Sid always came right along with her, shooting his load as soon as she began to climax. But though Jay went on stroking his cock in her as she came, he didn't get off himself. When she was finished, he rolled off her, his gleaming-wet cock still stiff.
"Let's try it another way," he said.
"Of course," Jenny said wonderingly, "whatever you want."
Jay extended a hand and pulled her to her feet. His grey eyes were gleaming with wicked anticipation. "Go over to the couch," he said. "Stand beside it and rest your hands on the arm."
Jenny obeyed, standing at the side of the couch and bracing herself against the arm. Jay strolled over to her, his big stiff dick wagging lewdly, and got behind her. He pulled her ass out and up, making her bend more, and then he grasped her hips to steady himself. From behind he once more wedged his swollen prick into her juicy little twat.
"Eeeeee," Jenny squealed.
She was quickly losing all modesty and dignity. His long thick cock felt so good inside her, and she loved his prolonged fucking so much, that she simply couldn't control herself. She squealed with delight as he stuffed her fiery-hot little box once again, and when he started balling her in quick hard jabs, she creamed hugely.
"Oh, it's so good," she whined, "so GOOD."
"YOU'RE so good," Jay panted. "I can't believe this a woman who actually enjoys it."
He fucked her hard and steadily for a minute or so, while Jenny wailed with pleasure, clawed the arm of the couch, and creamed so heavily that her hot steamy juice overflowed her little box and ran down her thighs. She'd thought Sid was a pretty good lay, but he was nothing compared to Jay. Sid would have come and quit long ago, but Jay just went right on tirelessly humping her.
"Want to come, again?" he panted.
"Ummmm, yesss," Jenny sighed.
Of course she wanted to come again. Who wouldn't? And the wild part was that although this man had paid her big money to please him, he was doing all the work. He was pleasing her. He was holding himself back, not letting himself come, so he could bring her off again and again. He seemed to get off on making her come.
Now he reached around her with one hand and seized the hot moist bud of her clit. He began to knead the greedy little button briskly, and all the while he kept on fucking her hard and fast. With his fingers frigging her clit, her pleasure was doubled. It was so fantastically good, in fact, that within seconds she was coming again.
"AHHHHH," Jenny wailed, molten-hot juice pouring down her inner thighs.
She almost blacked out with pleasure, though she was dimly aware that Jay was still balling her and kneading her clit. Only when she came down from her climax did he draw back and let go of her throbbing joy-button. His cock popped out of her cream-filled cunt, and it was still hard as a rock.
"Let's try it another way," he said eagerly.
"My God, Jay," Jenny panted, "don't you ever get tired?"
"Not with somebody like you," he grinned. "Sure, usually I'd come in a second, because it's not too exciting balling a dry box. But I want to enjoy YOU as long as I can."
Jenny shrugged and grinned. Hell, she had no objections to getting off again, especially when she was being paid so well for it. Jay lay down on the thick rug, on his back, and his cream-drenched cock pointed right at the ceiling, just as swollen and hard and ready as ever.
"Sit on me," he said.
Jenny reddened. In that position he'd be able to watch her as she came. But she'd gone too far to back out now. She walked over and straddled him, knees hugging his hips, and brought her wet little cunt-mouth down into the huge p
urple head of his cock. Slowly she impaled herself on the slick fat pole. It felt delicious.
"Ummmmm," Jenny sighed.
As her butt came to rest on his belly, and his hard knobby cock-head touched her womb, Jay seized her by the waist and took over the work. He fucked her just as hard and eagerly as before, his thick pounding meat forcing the boiling juice right out of her snug little hole. The steamy cream puddled on his belly and balls.
"You like it this way?" he said.
"Umramra, YES," Jenny gasped.
She decided she'd like it just about any way. Again she cursed herself for waiting all those years before fucking. There was no greater pleasure on earth. She couldn't understand how in the world Ron held out he couldn't be a virgin, and he must know how much fun it was. But she couldn't dwell long on thoughts of her fiance. Jay's steadily slamming dick was bringing her off again.
"OOOOO, GOD," Jenny wailed.
It was the same story as before. Jay fucked her steadily as she came, but the moment she was finished, he withdrew his cream-soaked cock and it was still hard. Jenny knew the words before he got them out: "Let's try it another way."
She was starting to feel dizzy and glutted with pleasure, but she went along with Jay's next idea, standing back against the wall while he fucked her standing up. It wasn't just a fantastic fuck, it was getting to be an educational experience. She was learning how many times she could come, learning all the ways there were to ball.
She was learning all the wonderful things she and Ron could do together if Ron hadn't been such a goddamned prude.
She wondered if she should really feel guilty about not saving herself for Ron. Why should she save? Why shouldn't he GIVE? Besides, wasn't she doing this for a good reason, earning the down payment for their house? Of course, she had to admit to herself, money wasn't her only motivation any more. It was just plain FUN to make love.
CHAPTER FOUR
On Saturday that week, Ron and Jenny went for a picnic, driving far out of the city to a quiet mountain lake. When they spread a blanket on the grass and unpacked their food, they were delighted to note that there wasn't another human being in sight.
"I hope we can have a country place when we get married," Ron said. "This sure beats that noisy, smelly city."
"Yes, it does," Jenny said. "I hope that day won't be too far away, Ron."
He put his arms around her and hugged her. "Honey, I think we ought to talk," he said. "We haven't seen enough of each other, lately. And you've been acting different somehow. You seem so absent-minded and distant. Is there something wrong?"
Jenny hung her head to hide her hot blush. She hadn't realized that Ron had noted a change in her behavior since she started working at the club. But if she'd been "absentminded and distant," there was a good reason for it. She had a whole secret world of sex that Ron didn't know about. She just prayed he'd never find out.
"No, there's nothing wrong," she said quickly, "except that I get tired of waiting. Do we really have to wait six more months, Ron? Couldn't we get married now and rent an apartment?"
She knew she shouldn't be nagging him, but, dammit, being in his arms, just being alone with him, was turning her on like mad. It seemed insane that they shouldn't make love to each other for six more months. She snuggled closer to him, and Ron kept his arms around her. She felt hot lust in her pussy.
"Baby, I don't like this waiting, either," Ron sighed. "I know, it's hard as hell sometimes. But believe me, it'll be better this way in the long run. Too many marriages break up over money. If we save enough first, we won't have that problem."
Good old sensible Ron he always had a good reason for everything. Jenny knew he was right, and yet she felt close to screaming with frustration. Here they were all alone in this beautiful wilderness setting, lying together on a blanket, crazy about each other and Ron had decided that they shouldn't ball. If THAT was good sense, to hell with it.
Jenny decided to try a little trickery. She smiled at Ron, her face very close to his, and said, "I understand, darling, and of course you're right.
But this waiting might be a little easier if you'd at least kiss me now and then."
Ron laughed and said, "Well, now, you might just have a point there."
He kissed her, and it wasn't his usual discreet peck on the lips. He kissed her hard, hungrily, and Jenny responded eagerly. She let her mouth go soft and submissive, and Ron slid his tongue into her mouth, probing and tickling. Jenny felt a hot burst of juice from her hungry little cunt. Nobody turned her on like Ron did, nobody in the world. "Ummmmm," Jenny sighed.
Still kissing hungrily, they eased down on the blanket till they were lying face to face. Jenny took the opportunity to caress and explore Ron's big hard-muscled body, a chance she rarely get. She ran her hands over his shoulders and arms and back, feeling the heat and hardness beneath his t-shirt. Ron kept his hands discreetly on her back.
"That make you feel any better?" he grinned as they broke the kiss.
"Ummmm-hmmmm," Jenny purred. "I'd feel even better if we did it again."
"Well," Ron laughed, "I guess a little kissing can't hurt."
Jenny had in mind a lot more than kissing, and as Ron brought his mouth down on hers again, she pressed her warm curvy body tightly against him. Her big hot tits flattened against his hard chest, and her crotch met his. She felt him tremble as her soft muff pressed his fly. If only she could him excited enough to forget all his ridiculous Victorian hangups!
Jenny eased her hands under his t-shirt and pushed it up out of the way to bare his broad hard chest. She felt the thick mat of blond hairs, the rippling muscles, the smooth taut flesh. As her warm little hands played over his naked chest, Ron sighed and dug his wet tongue deep into her mouth. Jenny wantonly wiggled her crotch against his.
"Oh, baby," Ron sighed, moving his mouth away from hers, "we better take it easy. We don't wanta go too far."
Speak for yourself, Jenny thought. But out loud she said meekly, "We won't, darling, but just looking at each other isn't going to hurt, is it?"
She rolled back a little from him so she could admire his magnificent chest. Ron was flushed and a little glassy-eyed from their hot hungry kissing and caressing. He didn't seem to know what to do. Jenny took his big hands and set them palm-down on her thrusting breasts. Through the thin material of her shirt and bra he could feel the heat and throbbing of her big ripe jugs.
"Just looking won't hurt," she repeated in a low husky voice. "You can take my bra off if you want, Ron."
He obeyed as if hypnotized. His big fingers worked deftly to unbutton her cotton shirt and draw it off. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra and removed it. His skill confirmed Jenny's suspicions that he was experienced with women.
This certainly wasn't the first bra he'd removed, not by a long shot.
Ron stared at her naked tits. His flushed face got even pinker, but not from embarrassment. Jenny could tell that he was powerfully aroused by the sight of her magnificent big boobs and her large cone-shaped rosy nipples. After awhile he sighed and slipped his hands under her big melon-shaped jugs, gently caressing and fondling. Just his slighted touch made her shiver with horny need.
"Oh, darling," Jenny sighed, "I love to have you touch me there."
"I love to touch you," Ron sighed. "You've got the most gorgeous tits I ever saw. But we've got to be real careful, honey. We mustn't get carried away."
Jenny just smiled. She knew that her words would never convince him to abandon his old-fashioned principles. She as just going to leave everything to his own lust. She smiled wickedly as he played with her big hot pulsing tits, knowing how terribly excited he was getting. His breathing got hard and heavy as he gently ran his thumbs back and forth over her large but tender nipples.
Slowly the soft rosy-brown nipples came to life under Ron's caressing thumbs, going rigid and pointed. Jenny sighed with pleasure. As Ron went on playing with her boobs, she reached down and unzipped
his fly. Her hand trembled as she reached inside his jeans and touched the soft silky flesh of his cock. At last she was actually touching it!
"Oh, honey, be careful," Ron panted.
"Don't worry, darling, I'm just touching," Jenny said.
She got her little hand all the way inside his jeans and curled her fingers around the soft warm stalk of his prick. She could feel the crisp blond hairs of his bush and the limp wrinkled bags of his balls. Her cunt juice leaked out in a steady hot stream now, soaking the crotch of her panties. Never in her life had she wanted a man so much.
"Oh, Christ," Ron moaned.
Jenny was squeezing and releasing his limp cockmeat. Her technique had almost instant results. She felt the soft stubby prick lurch into life, and then it was growing in her fist. It got long and thick and hard as steel. Though she couldn't see it, Jenny estimated his cock was a good seven inches long and very, very thick. She ached to have it in her boiling, creaming box, but she knew' she mustn't move too fast.
