Jack Kramer came home from the corner bar in an unhappy mood. He hated to come back to an empty apartment and he bitterly resented the time that Sarah spent collecting for her various worthy causes. Jack had a pretty fair insight into her character, and he knew that she used her charity work to sublimate her sex drive.
The phone was ringing as he entered the apartment.
"Jack?"
"Yeah. I just got home."
"I'll be home very soon, honey. I… I hope you didn't do what you threatened."
"What's that?"
"I hope you didn't find some other woman to suck you off."
Jack was amazed. Sarah never used terms like that, let alone do things like that. He knew that she would blush if she said the word "fellatio" and had figured she would choke to death over such words as "suck you off."
"You didn't, did you?"
"Naw," he said.
Her voice sounded strange.
What in hell has got into her? he wondered.
She said, "I have a lovely surprise for you, darling. I'll be home soon."
She hung up. Jack stared at the phone. A lovely surprise, to Sarah, probably meant a new necktie that she had bought in a charity bazaar or church flea-market.
Still, she had used those dirty words and she had sounded very strange – almost excited or… if it had been anyone else, he would have thought she sounded horny.
Jack had been going to jack his cock while he waited for her to come home. Just on the odd chance, he decided to wait.
If Jack had known exactly what had got into his girl that day, he would have been more than amazed. But it would have cleared up the question of why she sounded strange on the telephone, for even as she spoke to him, Ray was fucking her.
She stood, telephone to ear and legs spread, while Ray poured the pork to her from the back, bucking her pelvis up and down on his big cock.
He blew a wad of creamy spunk up her cunt as she hung up.
Then Barbara slipped her head into Sarah's crotch and sucked Ray's cum out, which so inspired Karl that he slipped his cock to her again, fucking her cunt from behind while Barbara sucked her clit and gave his dick a few tongue strokes at the same time.
Sarah thought that looked like great fun. She could tell that Barbara was enjoying it from the way the long-legged girl was gurgling with pleasure.
They switched places. Karl planted his cock up Barbara from the back. Because her legs were so long, Barbara was ideally constructed for stand-up fucking. Karl didn't even have to dip his knees, and she didn't have to rise onto her tiptoes – although, once they started humping, she did.
Sarah knelt in front of her and proceeded to suck her clit bud and to fit her lips around Karl's cock so that he was fucking through her mouth en route to Barbara's twat.
He came under the double caress of mouth and pussy, and Sarah drank yet another mouthful of his creamy cum.
Then they did some other things.
When Sarah left, Barbara walked her to the door. Both girls moved a bit stiffly, for they had taken cock in abundance. Sarah, who was not accustomed to a plethora of pecker, was especially saddle-sprung. But Sarah had towed out of the final link-up of the orgy. She had pleaded exhaustion and merely watched – a most interested observer – while Karl and Ray put the cock to Barbara in an assortment of combinations.
It had made her hot again – watching all that big dick slip and slide up Barbara's cunt, mouth and asshole.
And that was exactly what she intended, for charity begins at home and Sarah was eager to get back to Jack and begin to give him the joys he deserved as her lover.
"Thank you ever so much," she said to Barbara as she left.
That was what she always said when she had been given a sizable donation.
"Any time you have any other worthy funds… I'm always pleased to give to charity," Barbara told her.
"I'll bear it in mind," said Sarah.
She was so full of cum that she thought she could hear her belly sloshing around as she rode the train back to the city, but because she had stayed out of the culminating fuck she was randy and ready to please Jack. That had been a clever stroke, she thought, on a day when countless strokes had been issued.
Jack was waiting, looking curious.
He started to get up from his chair when she came in, but Sarah motioned for him to remain seated. She had a strange smile on her face and a curious light in her eyes.
She said, "Open your mouth and close your eyes, honey."
Aw, shit, he thought, grievously disappointed.
He figured she must have bought some fucking Girl Scout Cookies.
But he sighed and did as he was told, and in a moment he was startled to find something hot and slippery pressed against his lips. It squirmed about. He pushed his tongue out and took a tentative lick. It was sort of salty and sort of slimy, but it had a pleasant flavor. What on earth was it? It was wriggling around like a banister, but Sarah wasn't one to play practical, jokes and he didn't think she'd stuff a rodent in his mouth. It was too furry to be a goldfish. He figured it must have been a cream bun that she had forgotten to take out of the wrapper.
Then he opened his eyes.
Needless to say, Jack was shocked.
He was also delighted and he sucked away on her hot pussy with a hunger that had been neglected for a long time. Although he wondered why her cunt was creamier than it had ever been before, he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. His tongue rippled up her slippery channel and his lips slurped greedily away on her slot, and he was soon rewarded for his efforts by a succulent flood of cuntjuice.
He doesn't eat pussy as good as Barbara, Sarah thought.
But she figured that he would get better with practice – and he was going to get plenty of that.
And then, while he was still bemused by the unexpected treat, Sarah led him to bed. He was so shocked that he just lay there, staring at her as she undressed him.
She grinned at him, licking her lips.
Beginning at his toes, she lapped up his legs, all around his crotch without touching his cock or balls, then up his torso. Rolling him over, she licked down his back and slid her tongue into the crack of his ass and rimmed his asshole, which tightened so with the shock that it trapped her tongue like a vise. After she had tongued out his ass quite thoroughly, she turned him onto his back again. Her face hovered over his thundering prick.
"Now I'm going to blow you," she said.
She knew it would excite him to hear such words coming from her. She said, "I'm going to suck your cock, Jack… going to suck you off and milk you dry and swallow all that lovely, hot, thick spunk. I'm going to drink your jism, lover."
And she did. Jack was so aroused that he came before she got his cockhead in her mouth, shooting a geyser of spunk straight up in the air as soon as she started lapping up his stalk. It hovered for a moment, as if floating, then fell back and splashed onto his balls and belly.
He groaned, cursing himself for such a premature orgasm. Not knowing, if she would ever again be in this strange cocksucking mood, he figured that he might have blown his only chance to get blown.
He needn't have worried.
Sarah, her face a mask of passion, began to lap his cum up from his belly, wolfing it down greedily. This so excited the bewildered fellow that his cock did not soften or shrink whatsoever. It stayed right where it was, rampant and ready as she tongued his spilled spunk from his balls.
Then she took his peckerhead into her mouth and gave him such wondrous head that he almost fainted.
Making up for lost time, Sarah sucked Jack off seven times that evening, allowed him to eat her cunt out three times, and promised him that – in the morning, with a brand new potency – he could stuff his cock up her asshole.
It was not an idle promise.
And they even had time to fuck a few times.
From then on, their love life was a thing of beauty. Sarah continued to do her work for charity, but Jack didn't object to that for it no longer was a substitute for passion. In fact, whenever she came home from doing some soliciting for one of her various funds, Jack found that she was hornier than ever.
He didn't realize that Sarah had cursed herself for all the wasted opportunities of the past when, calling on horny men and women, she had been content to receive only a monetary donation and that now, as she went from door to door with her box, she was giving as much as she got.
She even invented a few charities that didn't exist, as an excuse – The Fund to Prevent Frustration was her favorite.
Many good works were done.