"Just don't say a word," Sarah said.
She wanted to get off that train and never have to confront the young man again, for now that she had got her rocks off, the void of satiation was filed with a wave of shame.
She thought: It's sure a good thing that I'm liberated now. If something like this had happened to me yesterday, I'd have simply died!
"What a funny lady," said Melvin, skillfully tucking his spent dick back into his fly. Sarah started to pull her panties up, then paused. Her crotch, belly and thighs were dripping with cum. Melvin, who was a polite fellow despite his propensity for looking up skirts on trains, offered her his handkerchief. It was a bit stiff, for he had used it to wipe his dick the last time he'd jerked off, but it was better than nothing and she accepted it gratefully and mopped up her loins. Then she drew her panties up and smoothed her skirt down.
The doors hissed open and Sarah left. At the last moment, she turned to nod to the young man, feeling that they knew each other well enough, despite the curious circumstances, so that she should at least acknowledge him as she departed.
He grinned back at her. He was hoping he would encounter her again.
Sarah left the train. And once she was away from the scene of her disgrace, she grinned ruefully. It had all been an accident and she would never have done a thing like that deliberately, but it had certainly been exciting.
It made her more impatient than ever to get home to Jack and launch her newly liberated sex life.
But first she had some soliciting to do.
And, although she did not know it, some launching.
She stopped at three houses. There was no one home at the first one. At the second a lady with her hair in rollers wearily gave her two dollars without having the faintest idea what the Periproct Fund was and not giving a damn.
This was a wealthy neighborhood and she was used to charity beggars.
At the third house the woman excused herself, looked up Periproct in the dictionary and burst out laughing, which caused Sarah to blush deeply. Defensively, Sarah said, "It's no laughing matter," which caused the woman to laugh more and more.
Sarah left without a donation.
She stopped at the fourth house. Here she came upon a curious situation. The door was opened by a slim person with short hair who, at first glance, Sarah took to be a youth.
"Is your mother at home?" she asked.
"My mother? Why, I'm the woman of the house."
Sarah looked more closely and saw that this was, indeed, a woman. Her small, firm tits were visible as they thrust against her shirt.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized.
"S'all right."
The boyish woman was looking closely at Sarah. Sarah was used to being examined with suspicion, but this girl wasn't looking distrustful; she seemed speculative.
"Mrs…"
"Ms," said the woman.
Sarah sighed. She was really fucking-up here. She apologized once more. The woman nodded.
"I'm collecting for the Periproct Fund," Sarah said.
"Oh, yes? That's assholes, isn't it?"
Sarah blinked, surprised at such directness. She said, "The area around the anus, yes. It's really a worthy cause, sadly neglected. If you would care to contribute…"
"Yeah, all right," she said. "C'mon in."
Sarah entered the house.
"This is a coincidence," the woman said. "I had a bit of Periproct trouble myself, just the other day."
"Is that a fact?"
"Yeah. Got my vibrator stuck up my asshole. Hell or a thing. Had to go to the hospital."
Sarah gaped.
"How on earth did you manage that? Did you sit on it by mistake?" Sarah, despite her innocence, knew that vibrators were used by liberated women to masturbate, but she had no idea that they had other uses.
"Naw. My lover was fucking me up the ass with it and somehow it slipped. Whoosh! Right up my asshole to the hilt."
"I see," said Sarah, turning red. Then she figured she had better say something further, and she said, "He must have been terribly embarrassed about it."
"Ain't a he, dear. My lover is a Ms., too." And she gave Sarah a sweet smile. Sarah felt her brain reeling.
"I don't suppose you'd care to go to bed, would you?" the brazen lesbian asked her.
Sarah left without waiting for the donation.
She was truly shocked by such a forthright admission of lesbianism and didn't know how to cope with it. But once she was back on the street, she found herself feeling a great curiosity. She remembered how her cuntjuice had tasted when, pretending her hand was a cock, she fucked into her mouth. It wasn't something that she would ever do, she told herself. But she had to admit that the idea of making love to another woman was not totally unattractive. This surprised her and she realized that her viewpoints were vastly changed now that she had cast off her mental block about sex.
In fact, she was almost tempted to go back to that house; she even glanced back, trembling with a strange sensation. Good Heavens, she thought. I'm getting horny again – thinking about that lesbian!
And it was true. Her pussy had started to warm once more. Sarah was amazed at herself. She was in two minds about it. In one way she was proud of herself for being so easily aroused, so imaginative in her randiness, but in another way she felt slightly ashamed. She wanted to he liberal with Jack but she didn't want to turn into a lesbian or a promiscuous fucker of men at random. She went on, very much aware of her cunt heating up and wondering what she should do about it.
At the next house the door was opened by a man wearing an Oriental silk bathrobe. He was unshaven and looked sleepy, and Sarah figured she had awakened him. But he seemed polite enough; he invited her in and offered her a chair. He sat opposite her.
When he sat down, his bathrobe spread across his knees and Sarah was startled to find that his cock and balls were in plain sight. She figured that this was an accident and that he was unaware of his exposure, and she thought it would be indelicate to enlighten him, that it was best just to ignore it. But it was hard not to look at his crotch.
She wasn't cockeyed or anything but still… It was right there on display.
And he had a whopper!
His cock wasn't hard, but even in a slack state it was evident that it was a formidable weapon. It looped out from his crotch like an elephant's trunk. Jammed between his thighs, his balls looked as big as cantaloupes.
"What can I do for you, Miss?" he asked.
Stick that big dick up my cunt, she thought, and she blushed at the naughty idea.
She said, "I'm collecting for the Periproct Fund."
"My, yes. A good cause, I'm sure. But I'm afraid I'm a bit financially embarrassed at the moment." He paused and lighted a cigarette. The planes of his face were rugged as rocks in the flare of his cigarette lighter, and Sarah saw that he was a very handsome gentleman. Her eyes fixed on his face and she was trying very hard not to look at his cock and balls, but somehow her gaze kept slipping back down to that meaty fucker.
She hoped he didn't noticed her interest; she was sure he would be embarrassed if he realized that his cock was on display.
"Well, in that case."
"My wife ran off and left me last week," he said. He blew smoke from his nose and gazed at her through the haze. "She gave me no warning whatsoever. Just left with another man. And she cleaned out our joint bank account, leaving me penniless. So I'm afraid I can't contribute."
"What a terrible thing to do," Sarah said, feeling very sorry for the pleasant fellow and wondering why on earth a woman would run off on a man with a dick that big.
"Yes, it was a sad thing," he sighed. "And the worst part is that I've not been able to go to work."
"Are you ill?"
"No… it's the erections."
"Pardon me?"
"Without my wife to satisfy my sexual needs, I find myself getting constant erections," he explained. "I'm a stock broker, you see, and I can hardly deal with investors when, at any moment, I might suddenly get a hard-on. Investors lose confidence in a broker with a boner, you know."
"Yes, I can see that might be a problem."
"I tried… but it didn't work out. I was just about to close a deal on some blue-chip stock. I stood up to offer the client my fountain pen. At that very moment my cock chose to get hard without the slightest warning. Why, it wasn't even tingling. It was limp as a noodle and then it suddenly sprang up like a ramrod. It burst from my fly in a most unseemly manner, the head sticking right out into the client's face."
"How dreadful!" Sarah said, feeling sorry for him but also quite fascinated by the sad tale.
"And that's not the worst of it, I fear," he said, shaking his handsome, rugged head and sighing deeply. "The client was looking down at the papers he was to sign. He reached out for the fountain pen without looking. His hand closed upon my cock by mistake. Well, you can imagine the disgrace. He thought me a pervert. Nor would he listen to my logical explanation… especially since my cock had commenced to drip onto the documents. So that's why I have been unable to work… and why I shall not be able to contribute to your fund, worthy as it is."
"How terrible," Sarah said.
"Yet, what can I do?"
"Couldn't you… errr… masturbate?"
"That doesn't work. Jerking off makes me horny."
Sarah really wanted to help this nice man with his problem. Her sympathetic nature was deeply touched.
"What about… a prostitute?" she suggested.
"Well, that would work. But I know of no call girls I could summon to come here, and I can't very well go out on the streets when my prick might erect at any moment. I might be arrested for exposing myself, you see. I don't dare that the chance. No, I shall merely sit here and starve, I expect."
"Oh, dear!"
"If only some kind young lady would happen to call on me… to take pity on my condition, you know? It would certainly be an act of charity on her part. And then I would be able to work again and I could make a large donation to worthy causes like the Periproct Fund."
An act of charity!
That struck a chord with Sarah, who was always doing charitable works. Should she offer to relieve this poor fellow? It wouldn't be at all like being loose-moralled, she realized. An act of pure charity is never immoral. She could save his career. She might even save his life!
Her eyes drifted down to his cock.
And lo and behold! His cock was starting to rise!
Sarah stared, fascinated, as that mighty bludgeon came up in a series of jolts, growing hard and fat, the knob ballooning. It snapped upright, poking out from his bathrobe and standing up before his belly, the huge head extending as high as his breastbone, the thick stalk humming like a tuning fork.
"See?" he cried. "Oh, see how the willful rascal gets hard without reason or warning? Oh, the disgrace!"
He buried his face in his hands. But he made no attempt to conceal his prick.
Sarah gazed at the huge tool in absolute fascination. She made her unselfish mind up on the spot.
She said, "Sir, I have been deeply affected by your sad tale and I am, by nature, sympathetic of worthy causes and inclined to acts of charity. I was wondering… would it save your career if I were to let you fuck me?"
He peered at her through splayed fingers.
"What a generous offer," he said.
She smiled with selfless pride and said, "I am not a virgin and it would be no hardship for me to let you borrow my pussy for a few minutes if it will solve your problem."
"But I fear not," he sighed.
Sarah blinked, amazed that he would turn her down when he was so obviously in need of a woman.
"I assure you, I am willing… but although my wicked wife has abandoned me, I am still married," he said. "I am a man of strong moral convictions and believe in the sanctity of marriage. I cannot fuck you for that would be an act of adultery."
Sarah saw that this was indeed a worthy man – refusing to compromise his convictions despite his wicked wife's disgraceful behavior. It made her want to help him out all the more.
She said, "How very admirable of you. But you did say that a prostitute would be able to help you. Would that not be much the same thing? Adulterous?"
"Yes, but I didn't intend to fuck a prostitute, you see. I would have sought… oral sex."
"That's not adultery, huh?"
"Certainly not!"
"I… golly… I've never sucked on a cock…"
She stared hard at his oh-so-suckable pecker.
He said, "Yes I can see that you aren't the sort of lewd woman who would make a practice of gobbling dick. Of course, an act of charity is not the same as an act of fellatio."
"It isn't?" she said, perfectly willing to be convinced of the fact, for her mouth had been watering for pecker ever since she had decided to give Jack some head.
"Certainly not. In this instance… why, it would be exactly the same as giving mouth to mouth resuscitation to a drowning man. Exactly the same. If a man were expiring for want of oxygen, you wouldn't think twice about blowing into his mouth, would you?"
"Of course not."
"In the same way, when a man is perishing for want of an orgasm, you would be willing to blow on his dick, I assume."
"Well, when you put it that way…"
"I'd be ever so thankful."
Sarah bit her lip.
She had certainly never intended to suck a stranger's cock. Even after she had made up her mind to start sucking dick she only thought to suck Jack's dick. But now she saw that this was a different case, with mitigating circumstances. She could do this man a great service and in return he would contribute to the fund as soon as he was able to go back to work, and it wouldn't really be like sucking a cock, it would be just as he said – mouth to cock resuscitation.
And his cock did look ever so tasty.
"I'll do it," she said in a soft voice, looking at him through a web of lowered eyelashes.
He sighed and settled back in his chair.
But she knew his dick, all right. Every bit of that huge tool's contour was imprinted on her mind through her eyes, and very, very soon it would be stamped into her awareness in a much more direct fashion. She stood up and moved towards him.
It seemed proper to do it as he sat in a chair in the living room; going to the bedroom would have added shades of eroticism and sexual overtones to what was, after all, merely an act of kindness. It was true that her cunt was starting to smolder and her mouth was drooling for his dick, but those were merely side effects – unavoidable and pleasant. She was acting through sympathy, not lust. But if she happened to enjoy it along the way, who could fault her?
Thus she reasoned as she moved across the room.
"My name is Sarah, by the way," she said.
"Steve," he said, and, for an awkward moment, they both wondered if they should shake hands or something. Then he smiled happily and tilted his head back.
Sarah was grateful to him for not staring at her – at least not at the start – since she had never sucked a dick before she would have felt embarrassed at having her initial, experimental efforts under close observation.
She hesitated for a moment, not with any last minute reluctance but merely thrilling to the expectation and, lingering over the final moments of her oral virginity.
She sink onto her flank, getting comfortable. Then she began to suck her first prick.
Sarah figured that if a job was worth doing, it was worth doing well, so she lingered lovingly over the preliminaries. She was in no hurry whatsoever and, in fact, rather hoped it would take him a long time to come because she was really looking forward to the thrill of munching pecker and figured she would prolong it as long as possible. The ultimate thrill would come, she supposed, when he creamed in her mouth. She was looking forward to that most of all. But – well – just because a girl enjoyed a creamy dessert did not mean she had to rush through the main course.
Her tongue came out.
She took a tentative lick at his flaring cockhead, just a single quick lap, then drew back while she savored the flavor on her tongue. It tasted even better than she'd hoped, she realized, thrilled by the taste, the texture and the beat of his huge peckerhead. She licked again her tongue fluttering and flattening as it swept up his meaty slab.
"Ummm," she sighed.
His cock, reacting to her tonguing, swelled even bigger. The huge purple knob was steaming and his balls had expanded as if they had been inflated. It was evident that the fellow truly was in need of unloading his cum.
The way his dick reacted to her mouth thrilled Sarah. She figured she must be doing it right, at least in these preliminary stages. She took another lick, then leaned back again and looked at the results. His cock was so vibrant and taut that it twanged like a bowstring. Under her soft tongue, his cockhead felt like a lump of steel in a smooth, velvet sheath.
She lowered her face and took a lick of ballmeat. His balls tasted different than his cock – pungent and tasty in their own right. She began to run her nimble tongue all around the bloated sac, dipping underneath and sweeping over the curves for a few moments.
Then she began lapping up the stalk with long, fluid strokes, her tongue gliding all the way from balls to cockhead as she slurped merrily away.
She already felt perfectly fluent in this tactile language of oral fucking, these linguistics of lust. The soft, moist syllables of sex rolled easily from her nimble, twisting tongue, and she saw that it required no Berlitz training to make oneself understood in this universal language. Her tongue stabbed the punctuation and rolled the soft vowels as she panted and drooled up and down his stalk.
Her head went up and down, neck tilting, so that she was able to lick up the hill length of his prick with lavish attention. His dick glistened with her saliva. It pulsated and throbbed and the dark, thick vein that ran like a seam up the ventral shaft was rippling as she traced it with her tongue.
Sarah gurgled with joy.
Merry as a cannibal with a missionary's bone, she savored the meaty delicacy.
Steve stretched his legs out, extending them along the floor, his feet angled outwards. His robe had fallen completely away from his loins and thighs now. His thighs were jumping with muscle and his heels drummed on the floor, beating out a tattoo of desire. He was panting heavily, and knowing how much pleasure she was bringing to the man, Sarah felt her own pleasure renewed.
It was more blessed to give than to receive, she thought, feeling very sanctimonious about it.
Then she felt the way her pussy was smoldering, and she knew that she might have a bit of trouble over that – that she was going to have to be on the receiving end pretty damn soon!
But she ignored the urgings of her crotch and concentrated on her first ever dick-lick.
She was truly appreciating this feast.
Sarah had not realized how varied the giving of head could be. Whenever she had thought about giving a blowjob, the only image that came to her mind was having the cock in her mouth and sucking away like a vacuum cleaner until the cock creamed. Now she saw that there were other approaches. From the way his cock was hammering away, she realized that she could bring him off with only her tongue, if she chose. Once she commenced a steady diet of Jack's dick, she could alternate between techniques, so that neither of them grew jaded with the act. She could lick him off, long-tonguing up the stalk. She could flutter kiss the bottom of his knob or slide her lips up and down the stalk as if she were playing a flute, or take that tasty rod into her mouth and bob her head up and down, or take just the knob into her lips while she jerked him off right into her greedy head.
Oh, the varieties were endless and all of them were attractive. But with Steve, as she gave her first blow job, she decided that she should experiment with each of the different methods instead of concentrating on one.
It was, after all, her first cocksucking experience, and she was entitled to enjoy it to the fullest.
Cock was wonderful, she thought dreamily as she lapped and laved up the stalk. It was so tasty that it could melt in your mouth.
But although she was ravenous for the creamy culmination, she was still in no hurry to terminate the act, wonderful as that would be.
And although he was obviously desperate to blow his wad, Steve was enjoying her mouth so much that he, too, wanted to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.
She continued to run her tongue up his shaft for a while, then changed her tactics. Pausing at the top of a stroke, she fluttered her tongue back and forth at the sensitive, tingling delta where his knob flared out from his stalk and the thick vein ran into the big, slab-shaped crown.
This caused his dick to jolt so mightily, that she paused, afraid that he could shoot his load before she had a chance to take his peckerhead into her mouth. It would be thrilling to see his hot spunk spurt from his knob, of course, but not as thrilling as having it squirt into her hungry mouth.
Lowering her lips to the root of his cock again, she fitted her lips around the underside of the shaft. Her tongue pushed out between her parted lips, lying against the thick vein, and she began to slide her head up and down, running his shaft through her lips as she rose as far as the head, then slipped back down to his bloated nuts. This made his dick vibrate and throb, and his cockhead began to flow like an incandescent lightbulb.
She paused again, sitting back and gazing at his cock while she allowed it to cool somewhat.
He looked down at her, smiling, his vision tilted across the hard planes of his face.
"You give great head, Sarah," he murmured.
Sarah whimpered with pride at the compliment. Since she had every intention of giving plenty of head in the future, she figured it was advantageous to do it well.
Leaning in, she began to thoroughly lave his cockhead, working her deft tongue all around the big wedge.
Suddenly a big blob of cum oozed from the cleft tip of his cockhead and started to slide down the knob, leaving a glistening wake like the track of a snail.
"Oooooh!" Sarah squealed.
Fascinated, she watched the creamy nugget glide sluggishly down the hot, purple knob. The blob hung suspended from the ledge of the cockhead, like a greasy dewdrop from a flower bulb.
Sarah reached out, her index finger curled. She gathered the heavy drop onto her finger and brought it to her lips. Her tongue flicked out, lapping it up, and she closed her eyes, shivering with desire as she let the succulent morsel slip around on her tastebuds, savoring her first taste of cum.
She let it slide down her throat.
It warmed her belly like fine brandy and, playing the appetizer, caused her mouth to water for more. She actually felt, hungry for his jism, in the same way she sometimes felt hungry for ice cream or caviar.
Another blob oozed from his knob.
Sarah dipped her head in and ran her flattened tongue up, slurping the spunk drop right off his peckerhead and finding that the serving dish was as tasty as the contents. She was eager to get his full load, to change from gourmet to glutton and sate her hunger on a glut of rich cum. Those drops had been so satisfying that she was fairly ravenous for the full feast.
She decided it was time to take his cock right into her hot mouth and pull the jism from him with a total effort.
Thus far, she had only used her tongue and lips. Now she fitted those lips to the tip of his cock and began to slowly feed it into her mouth. Inch by inch, she lowered her mouth onto his cock, her lips compressed and slurping as they went down. His knob slipped into her oral den and her lips collared the stalk and continued to slide down even as she thrilled to her first mouthful of hot peckermeat. Her eyes were narrowed and she was panting, her hot breath blowing right down his rod and wafting over his bloated, overfilled nuts. She paused, sighing happily, then went down another inch. Steve began to move his hips, fucking up into her mouth just a bit, but basically content to just sit back and enjoy her ministrations.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked, then pressed out as his cockhead pushed into the wet, hot flesh. She turned her head from side to side so that his dick was rubbing one cheek and then the other. All the while, she was taking it deeper into her mouth. She had intended to suck on the cockhead while she jerked his stalk up and down with her fist, but now she decided that she wouldn't bother to use her hands at all, that she would do it all with her greedy mouth.
Steve placed a hand behind her head, not forcing her down but just encouraging her with a gentle pressure. His other hand stroked her throat and cheek lovingly.
"Suck it, baby," he whispered.
"Ummm," she sighed as she sucked.
And then her head was down so far that the tip of his dick was stuck fast in her throat and her lips were almost to his belly. Only an inch or so of cock remained uncoupled – like a short, thick driveshaft between them. She felt it there for a moment and then very slowly came up, slurping along every precious inch of his stalk as she rose, her sweet lips turning outwards as she sucked, her hot tongue dancing wildly along the underside of his slippery shaft. She rose until only his knob remained in her mouth, pulled on it, then sank down again, moving slowly and rhythmically, her steady actions designed to bring him remorselessly to a climax, I but without any frantic haste.
Sarah didn't know what to do with her hands. She put them behind the small of her back, clasped together so they wouldn't get in the way. Her head went up and down like a plastic woodpecker on the rim of a glass, her torso angling from the waist as she fed herself on tasty prick.
She gasped as the fat wedge filled her gullet, and she sighed as she rose again. Her tongue was laying all around his meat. Her cheeks pulled, her lips sucked, her teeth gently nibbled. She was using every part of her mouth in every possible fashion.
Steve grunted.
Sarah knew that signified, that his orgasm was rapidly approaching and she began to bob up and down a bit faster, drooling on his prick, working it with sweet suction.
She felt a trickle of jism slip onto her tongue.
For a moment she was disappointed. She thought that he had come and that that slight jolt was all she was going to get. But then she realized that his cockhead was still swelling, getting fatter and hotter with every stroke, and she understood that it had been merely a preliminary spurt, promising the full ball-load to come.
"I'm gonna blow…" he rasped, his whole body going rigid as the thrill took him. His toes curled and his balls ballooned and the muscles jumped along his thighs.
"Oh, yes," she whimpered, speaking right down his prick. "Come, Steve… come in my mouth. I want to drink your cum."
His hand tightened behind her head and he pushed her far down on his stalk.
Then the head of his pecker seemed to explode. He hosed her throat with a tremendous burst of jism, coming with such force that his hips jolted back, recoiling, and her head bounced on the jet.
She gurgled with joy, gulping the spunk down.
He blew a second heavy dose into her throat. She felt the thick slime splash onto the roof of her mouth, onto her cheeks, over her tonsils. She had a fleeting image of a cave with white stalactites dripping from the roof and walls – soft stalactites that flowed down and filled her mouth with the succulent oil of his release.
She swallowed it down. Her mouth was overflowing. Cum bubbled from her evened lips and washed into the hollows of her cheeks as her head continued to bob up and down, milking him to the very dregs, wanting to drink every precious drop of his nectar.
He slumped, drained.
Sarah continued to milk his dick until it had started to soften and shrink in her mouth. Then she pulled away, licking her lips, and gazed up at his face like a dog wagging its tail for approval.
He stroked her cheek.
"That was the best blowjob lever had," he said. "I'm glad. I never did it before. I guess I'm just a natural at it," she said, smiling contentedly. "Cock and cum do taste ever so lovely."
He looked speculatively down at his cock. It was drooping, but it hadn't gone completely soft.
He said, "Maybe you ought to do it again. Just to make sure I don't get another hard-on at, work."
"Oh! Shall I?" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully at the prospect, eager to milk him a second time.
He grinned and said, "But what about you, Sarah? Don't you want to come, too?"
"Well…" She looked disconcerted. "My pussy is awfully hot. But you can't fuck me, since you don't want to commit adultery, so I don't see…"
"I could eat you out," he offered.
Sarah gasped. That was another pleasure that she had never experienced, and the idea caused her to ripple. Her cunt felt like it had been ignited. "Suck me off again and then I'll suck your pussy," he said.
Sarah nodded eagerly. She saw that she had the same problem that Steve had – just as he couldn't go to work when there was danger of an unexpected hard-on compromising his job, thus could she hardly be expected to collect for charity when her cunt was squishing and steaming.
It might indeed be more blessed to give than to receive, but she saw that there were limits and that charity begins at home.
"Okay," she said, her eyes alight.
She leaned in and slipped his cockhead into her mouth once more. It was somewhat soft, but as soon as she started sucking on it, it began to swell again. It was a wonderful sensation to have a prick getting big and hard inside her mouth, and to speed the process up, she folded her fist around the hilt of his cock and began to frig him up and down. She thought perhaps she would do it that way, this second time – that she would jerk him off into her mouth, expediting the process so that she could all the sooner get to the new jay of being sucked.
A door closed somewhere in the house. Sarah paid it no mind but Steve stiffened.
She was slurping away in total concentration, frigging up his stalk as her mouth pushed down so that her lips met her fist halfway down his shaft.
"I think you'd better stop," he said.
But she was stuck to his dick like a suction cup with no intention of stopping.
Then his wife walked into the room.
"Hi, honey," he said.
"Awk!" she said.
"Oops!" said Sarah, plucking her lips away from his cockhead as if she were unveiling a statue.
"So this is what happens behind my back! You unfaithful swine, you pig, you bastard… and you! You… cocksucker!" she shouted, directing the last cataloguing term at Sarah, who was blushing deeply and gurgling with confusion.
"Er… this is my wife," he said. "Honey, this girl is collecting for charity. We sort of got carried away, I guess."
"I thought your wife had left you!" Sarah cried. "Well, I guess I lied about that," he said, looking every bit as sheepish as he was entitled to look.
"Oh, dear!" she wailed.
"Well, at least I got home before she milked you off," said his wife, eyeing his rampant pecker.
Neither Sarah nor Steve figured it would be wise to enlighten her on that score.
She said, "I ought to divorce you for this. But…" Her eyes gleamed with an unholy light. "But I have a far more subtle punishment in store for you," she said.
"Aw, now, honey."
"I'm going to make you suck me off all day," she announced.
"Gee, that's no hardship," he said. "But I'm not going to give you anything in return! You'll have to go all day without an orgasm all day with your tongue up my cunt and nothing whatsoever for your dick!"
Steve paled in horror.
Sarah giggled.
"That serves you right," she said. "You deceived me, and now you're going to have to suffer exactly the same way that you told me you were suffering."
Steve hung his head, accepting his punishment, resigned to his terrible fate.
His wife stomped across the room, lifting her skin. She slid into the chair and pushed her cunt at Steve's face. He began to lick and suck dutifully and contritely.
Sarah figured it was time to beat a retreat. She tiptoed out. It wasn't until she was standing in the street that she realized she, too, had been punished. She had been looking forward to getting sucked off, and now that she had aroused herself by that expectation and by the stimulating pleasure of sucking cock, she was more desperate than ever – more desperate than she had been in her whole life.
Her cunt was steaming like a volcano and a maelstrom of need swirled in her belly.
All this charity work isn't what it's cracked up to be, she thought. And the most aggravating part was that his wife was going to get – was already getting – the head that Sarah had been so much looking forward to! She was furious with Steve for having deceived her and was glad that he was getting his just deserts but – well – his cock had been ever so tasty and she couldn't really blame a man for getting head as best he could.
But how was Sarah to get the head that she had now been deprived of?
She had but one choice. She would have to forsake her door to door collecting and rush back to Jack.
From the vigor with which he had been pulling himself off earlier, she wasn't at all sure that his cock would be useful yet, but she was sure there would be no problem in coaxing his tongue up her snatch, for he had often expressed a desire to eat her out and had only been foiled by her own stupid inhibitions – and they were, most certainly, a thing of the past.
She started back to the subway, stepping very carefully, her slick thighs rubbing together and her pussy glowing between them like a smoldering ember. She had to grin, ruefully, at herself. What a day! She had collected only two dollars for the Periproct Fund, but she had received her first donation of cum in her mouth and, despite her present frustration and juicy discomfort, she did not regret the experience.
There was a phone booth on the corner.
She went in and dialed the house, feeling very naughty and intending to tell Jack that she was on her way home with a hot cunt and that he had better get his tongue ready for it.
But the phone rang unanswered.
Damn, she thought. He didn't have to work today so he must have gone out for a beer. How long would he be? She didn't want to get home before he did because she knew that, along in the house, she would be unable to resist the urge to masturbate. She didn't want to waste the lovely orgasm she had all stored up on her own hands.
Well, he probably wouldn't be more than an hour or so.
Sarah decided to make a couple more fund raising stops on her way to the subway. She crossed the street and went up to the door of a big white house.
She arrived just after Barbara Conway had finished breakfasting on buttered dick.