by Norma Egan
"I would have taken you to my house," Lane said, "but my wife is home."
He escorted her to a room which seemed to consist mostly of king-size bed. Jenny was nervous and put off. Perhaps Lane sensed that, for his timing couldn't have been better when he flashed three hundred dollars and put it in her purse. Jenny was too stunned to speak. Three hundred dollars just for one fuck? Charles Lane was either very rich or very silly.
"Undress, please," he said.
Jenny shrugged and obeyed. She was just as glad he hadn't wanted any preliminaries. She just wanted to ball him and get it over with. Lane sat down on the edge of the bed to watch as she took her clothes off. There wasn't much to remove, just her coat and shoes and her skimpy feathered costume.
When she stood before him naked, Lane gave her that same calm direct look as at the club. No smiles, no frowns, no leers, just a steady cool stare. It seemed to go on and on. He studied the pretty little puff of fur at the base of her belly, and he gazed at her big firm thrusting tits and rosy conical nipples. Jenny tried not to wriggle with impatience.
Finally Lane sighed and said, "Beautiful, really beautiful. Thank God, I'm rich, otherwise, I'd never be able to have a girl like you. Money IS good for something, you know." He stood up and deposited his cane, gloves and hat on the dresser. "Indulge me, my dear," he said. "I have a lot of clothing to remove, and I'm an old man. Perhaps, you'll help me."
"Of course, Mr. Lane," Jenny said quickly.
She was naked, and they were about to fuck, but he didn't invite her to call him Charles. She certainly couldn't imagine anyone calling him Chuck, either. The old man kept his quiet dignity as she removed his shoes and socks, his tie and jacket, and then his shirt. His burly chest still had a thick mat of white hairs, and his muscles were very firm.
Jenny's hands trembled a little as she reached for his fly. She got his pants open and drew them down, and then she tugged down his jockey shorts. She gawked helplessly at his furry white bush, his little wrinkled red balls, and his very small limp cock. The drooping pale prick looked no bigger than her little finger.
"No, it's not what it used to be," Lane sighed, "but, with a little work we can get it hard. Lie down, my dear. On your back."
Jenny sighed and obeyed. She'd been hoping for a quick fuck and a fast getaway, but judging from the condition of his cock, she might be here quite awhile. When she was lying on her back, Lane studied her for a bit, then took one of the bed pillows and eased it under her ass, bringing her glossy brown bush up in the air.
"Spread your legs, dear," he said mildly. "Yes, but wider. Bend your knees. There, that's it." Jenny reddened. She could hardly have been in a more lewd position. With her legs bent and widely spread, plus the pillow under her ass, her lust pink pussy was completely exposed to the light of the room. Lane could see everything, even the small wrinkled mouth of her asshole. He briefly admired the effect, then crawled onto the bed.
He crawled between her legs, and Jenny noted that his tiny white cock was as limp as ever, dangling uselessly from his snowy-white bush. His nut sacs bounced, wrinkled and empty. How in hell he expected to ball her like that, she didn't know, but there he was kneeling between her legs as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
Then he bent down and thrust his face into her gash.
Jenny was stunned speechless when she felt Charles Lane suddenly kissing her pussy. Her face flamed. But when he drew back, he didn't seem at all embarrassed. In fact there was a twinkle of excitement in his pale blue eyes. He reached out confidently and opened the furry lips of her bush to expose the bright red button of her clit. He placed a fingertip against the slick nub and began to tickle it.
"Oooooo," Jenny squealed.
The old dude might be a little weird, but he certainly knew what he was doing. His fingers played expertly on her clit, massaging, teasing, tickling. In seconds she was hotly aroused, her cunt leaking a bright trickle of juice. She struggled to control herself, a little ashamed of her sudden horniness. Lane looked perfectly calm and collected.
He seized her clit between his fingers and gave it a brisk kneading that made Jenny almost rise right off the bed. She couldn't deny that the old man had a magic touch. She whined and panted and clawed the bedspread as he kneaded her clit and made hot pleasure radiate through her whole belly. Her pussy was soon swollen and soaked with steamy juice.
"Oh, God," Jenny gasped.
His expert fingers brought her right to the edge of climax, but then he abandoned her clit and tickled lower in her steamy scarlet gash. He rubbed the plump pink lips of her pussy, which were very sensitive, and then he used a fingertip to rim the drooling little mouth of her cunt. Jenny was practically sobbing with pleasure by now. She managed to stifle her cries of excitement, but her gushing cunt-cream must have told Lane how powerfully aroused she was.
His stiff middle finger started inching right up her cunt. The hard penetration felt marvelous, and Jenny arched her body up to meet it, taking the finger clear to the last knuckle in her boiling little box. He finger-fucked her, jerking the stiff digit up and down like a tiny cock, and Jenny responded eagerly, pumping her hips in time to his movements. Her hot thick twat-juice drenched his finger.
But just as she was once more on the tantalizing verge of coming, Lane popped his finger out of her nipping box. He tickled still lower in her crotch till he was rimming the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole. Jenny blushed deeply, feeling it was very wicked of him to play with her there and yet she couldn't deny the hot excitement she felt.
Then Lane pressed the tip of his little finger against the super-tight mouth of her brownie and started to work the finger inside.
"Oh, noooo," Jenny gasped. "Mr. Lane, you mustn't put your finger, THERE."
For the first time he smiled. Just a slight little movement of the lips, but he smiled. "You must be very inexperienced, my dear," he said. "I assure you, there's nothing wrong with this, and it will feel wonderful. Just relax."
Whatever turns you on, mister. Jenny thought wearily. The man had, after all, paid her three hundred dollars to amuse him, and if he got off on sticking his finger up her ass, there seemed no point in discouraging him. Jenny lay back and relaxed as much as she could while Lane worked his finger clear to the last knuckle in her exquisitely tight bumhole. Suddenly she felt dizzying pleasure. "OOOOO," Jenny moaned.
He'd been right. The crazy old dude wasn't kidding when he'd said it would feel wonderful. Jenny was astonished to discover that her asshole was just as sensitive and easily aroused as her cunt. Lane finger-fucked her brownie in quick short jerks, and she whined with delight. But again he broke off the action just before she could come.
Whipping his finger out of her asshole, he once more plunged his face into her pussy. Jenny wasn't quite so stunned this time. She wouldn't have put anything past him now. But it still seemed weird to see his white head meeting her brown muff, to feel his hair tickling her inner thighs. She felt him spreading the curly lips of her bush and exposing the slick little bud of her clit.
"AHHHHH," Jenny wailed.
She was suddenly feeling the most delicious pleasure of her life. Something slick and hot was tickling her highly receptive clit, sending powerful waves of pleasure through her whole pussy. Looking down dizzily, she saw that Lane was licking her clit. His wet red tongue flicked back and forth over the tiny scarlet lump.
"Oh, my God," Jenny said hoarsely.
Now she remembered reading about this practice, about a man using his mouth and tongue on a woman's pussy, but she'd been turned off by the idea, considering it dirty and wicked. She very quickly changed her mind. Pussy-eating was FUN. In fact it was the most dizzying, outrageous fun she'd ever known in her life.
As Lane's hot moist tongue lashed and tickled her eager little love-bud, Jenny quickly lost all self-control, all thoughts of modesty or morality. She just wanted that fantastic sensation to go on and on. Her famished cunt was gushing out its juice by now, soaking La
ne's chin. He didn't seem to mind. In face he seemed to get off on the taste of her pussy-cream.
"Oooooo," Jenny whined, "OOOOO!"
When he heard her shrill uncontrolled cries, Lane briefly raised his head and looked at her. "Are you enjoying this, my dear?"' he said mildly.
"Oh, my God, yes," Jenny gasped. "I never felt anything so good in my life."
Lane permitted himself another tiny smile. "That's good," he said, "because it happens to be my very favorite thing to do. You can expect it to last for quite awhile."
Jenny decided she must have died and gone to heaven. It seemed too good to be true the guy had paid HER to eat her pussy. She flopped back on the bed in utter bliss, keeping her legs wide open, as Lane once more thrust his face into her steamy scarlet snatch and began lapping away at her horny little clit. It felt marvelous.
"Oh, God, YES," Jenny cried hoarsely, "yes, lick me, eat meeee. I LOVE IT."
She'd thought nothing in the world could feel better than his slippery tongue lapping steadily at her soaked little joy button, but suddenly he did something even better. He pressed his lips to her swollen love-bud and slowly sucked the whole little lump into his mouth. He squirted it with his boiling saliva, lashed it with his tongue, and then started sucking on it wetly, loudly.
"AGGGGGG," Jenny cried.
She was almost blacking out with pleasure. There was only one way to go, and that was right over the edge into a body-wracking orgasm. Her cunt spewed a huge load of hot juice as she began to come. Her body rocked violently, but Lane cupped her ass and held her tight against him, still sucking furiously on her clit as she came.
Jenny had never had such an explosive orgasm before. She seemed to shriek and writhe for an eternity before the delicious spasms finally ended. Only when she went limp and gasping did Lane finally release her squirting clit from his mouth. He raised his head to look at her, his face gleaming with her cunt-juice.
"You seem to have enjoyed that," he said.
Jenny laughed helplessly. "Enjoy, is putting it mildly," she confessed. "I almost fainted, it was so good."
Lane gave her his quick little smile. "Then I assume you'd like me to go on doing this?" he said.
"My, God, yes," Jenny sighed, "if you don't mind. But shouldn't I be doing something for you, Mr. Lane?"
"My dear, you are doing something for me," he said. "This happens to be my very favorite pastime."
Just before he dipped his head down again, Jenny caught sight of his crotch. His cock was just as limp and lifeless as ever. But Lane seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly. As he plunged his face into her steamy wet pussy again, he snorted and slurped eagerly, lapping up her fragrant cunt-cream and swallowing it. If he got off on that, Jenny certainly wasn't going to discourage him.
He ignored her clit this time and licked lower in her red-hot swollen gash, his tongue tickling into the steamy wet folds of her pussy-lips. Jenny panted with pleasure. Then she felt the slick stiff tip of his tongue rimming the mouth of her cunt. She whined and thrust her pussy up even higher, practically feeding him her eager little box.
"Yes, yes, YES," she gasped.
She thought wickedly how great it would be if that thick slippery tongue went right up her cunt and to her delight, that was the very next thing Lane did. She whimpered with horny excitement when she felt him very slowly slipping his tongue up her box. He kept the thick meat stiff and straight as he eased it into her twat.
"OOOOOO," Jenny shrieked. "Yes! Put your tongue in meeee."
Gradually Lane worked his tongue clear to the root in her snug boiling box. Jenny sobbed with ecstasy. It got even better when he began to tongue-fuck her, jerking the slippery thick meat briskly up and down in her seething box. Again she thought she might faint with pleasure.
"Uh, uhhhh, UHHHHH," she cried.
Her searing-hot cunt contracted powerfully around his tongue as she began to come. Her luscious tall body writhed and rocked violently, and once more Lana cupped her wriggling little ass and held himself in the saddle, tongue-fucking her furiously as she wailed in her orgasm. He must almost have drowned in her spurting cream, but it only seemed to make him more excited.
Only when Jenny was exhausted and limp did Lane remove his tongue from her satisfied box. This time he didn't pause but began snorting and snuffling even deeper in her boiling-hot cream-drenched crotch. Jenny had hardly caught her breath from her last climax before she was on her way to another. Lane was doing something terribly exciting down there, but she wasn't quite sure what.
Then she realized exactly where his tongue was tickling, and her face flamed with embarrassment.
"Oh, MR. LANE," she squeaked.
Her cry of alarm did nothing to stop him. Lane was hungrily licking and lashing the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole. Jenny thought it was a terribly wicked and dirty thing to do, but it wasn't long before her scruple melted and she was once more whining with lusty pleasure. To hell with what the world might think it felt TERRIFIC to have her asshole tongued.
"Ooooo," she squealed, "so good, SO GOOD."
Her hot cunt-cream was gushing out like lava now, soaking Lane's face, and she was panting and whining and clawing the bed in a wild frenzy of pleasure. No matter what else one might say about this strange old man, he had to be the world's champion pussy-eater. He could put a dozen lounger men to shame. Jenny had never been so wildly aroused in her life.
And speaking of younger men, why had Ron never done this to her? Even if he didn't want to ball before marriage, they could have satisfied each other and had some fantastic times, him eating her pussy, her sucking his cock. Jenny thought bitterly of the time they'd wasted and the frustration they'd gone through because of Ron's puritanical ideas.
But right now she couldn't keep her mind on Ron. Lane had pressed the stiff tip of his tongue against her little wrinkled asshole and was slowly working his way inside. Jenny squealed with pleasure as she felt the long slippery organ sliding deeper and deeper into her snug hot bumhole. She arched her pussy up to meet the thrust, and Lana eased his tongue clear to the root in her boiling pungent brownie.
"AHHHHH," Jenny wailed. "Oh, my God, YES. Yes, stick your tongue in my ass."
She had no shame, no modesty left. She forgot everything else but that slick hot tongue jerking in her searing-hot bumhole. Lane cupped her writhing ass once more and drew her pussy snugly against his face, his nose tickling the mouth of her drooling cunt. He started to tongue-fuck her hard and fast, ramming his thick tongue-meat up and down the tight slick hole of her brownie. "EEEEEE," Jenny screeched.
She couldn't fail to come with stimulation like that. It briefly surprised her that she could get a climax from her asshole, but then she just rode with it, wailing in bliss. Lane kept working his tongue briskly in her brownie till her delicious spasms died away and she lay limp and panting.
This time when Lane straightened up from her pussy, his cock was hard. It was a short stubby dick, good and stiff now, the fat purple head weeping bright tears of juice. Lane quickly thrust it into her cream-filled cunt, moaned, and shot his load. The whole thing took only a few seconds.
Jenny thought that wasn't much of a pay-off for all his work, but Lane didn't seem bothered. The old man looked blissfully happy as he rolled off her and began to dress. If that was all he wanted for his three hundred dollars, Jenny certainly wasn't going to argue.
CHAPTER SIX
The next day as Jenny was leaving school, Ron rushed after her and stopped her in the parking lot. "Jenny," he said sheepishly, "I want to apologize for avoiding you the last couple of days."
"I noticed you were avoiding me," Jenny said coolly. "Why? Did you think I misbehaved, last Saturday?"
"Oh, honey, no," Ron sighed. "I was the one who misbehaved. I should have shown more self-control. But that's why I avoided you. I was ashamed to look you in the eye."
Jenny sighed, too. Here was Ron apologizing for wanting to ball the woman he loved, and h
ere she was aching for his body. It just didn't make sense. And she was more and more worried lately about how promiscuous she was becoming. She only loved Ron, but she'd fucked three different men since going to work at the Jet Set. There was something seriously wrong with all of this.
"Ron," Jenny said gently, "you have nothing to apologize for. Your feelings last Saturday were perfectly natural, and so were mine. What's really wrong, is that we're repressing our natural feelings. It's crazy to wait, Ron, when we want each other so much. Please, darling, let's get married, right away."
Ron took her by the shoulders and looked at her intently. "Honey, you don't know how much I'd like to do that," he said. "I'll be honest I want you so badly, it's killing me. I agree, we shouldn't repress our natural feelings."
Jenny's heart pounded. Perhaps Ron was finally coming to his senses. She returned his intent gaze, waiting to hear the welcome words that they could be married soon, that they could be making love soon.
