Shirley threw her leg across his head and sat down on his upturned face.
She was kneeling upright, facing his feet but not going down on him yet, wanting to get her cunt positioned just right before she took his cock in her mouth.
She squirmed around, shifting her hips, working her sodden snatch into his face. Jonathon had started to shoot his tongue up her hole and suck on her pussy the moment she fed it to him, but she worked, her crotch around until she was in the best possible posture to enjoy the thrill of being eaten out. The girl had always relished the idea of sixty-nining but, although she had tried it a few times, it was not the sort of thing that was easily accomplished in a car. A car was too confining. Once she had found herself sucking on the stick-shift lever by mistake, and wondering why it would not come. So now that she had a chance to sixty-nine in comfort, she was determined to make the most of it.
Finally she got her crotch placed just right on his eager face. She squirmed around for a moment or two, enjoying the hot tongue and sucking lips.
Then she bent over and took his prick into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down.
Her lips clamped around his stalk in a tight fitting collar and she took him as far back into her throat as she could, going right down on his cock towards his balls.
She hoped that she would manage to time it right, so that she could cream in his face at the exact moment that he fed her a load of delicious jism. It would be a true joy, she reckoned, to be swallowing cum at one end while it was flowing out of her at the other.
They began to grind together sinuously.
It was hard to decide which end was the more enjoyable, she thought. It was wonderful to have her pussy sucked but equally wonderful to have a mouthful of hot prick. And Jonathon was experiencing the same double pleasure, not knowing which he enjoyed more, the feast or the blow job.
As she worked her wet pussy around on his face, Shirley damped her thighs around his head tightly, muffling the man's ears, enveloping him in cunt and thighs and belly so that he seemed transported to another dimension where nothing existed but the juicy crotch upon which he was dining.
That was why, with his ears blocked, Jonathon did not hear the telephone ring.
Well in fact, he did hear it, but so faintly that he didn't realize what it was. He thought that the ringing was inside his head.
But Shirley beard it, all right.
The bell was muted and soft but her ears were not muffled – although her mouth was certainly gagged – and she knew perfectly well what it was.
Her first thought was to let it ring.
But then she thought that Jonathon was sure to hear it if it kept ringing and he might decide to answer it, interrupting the joys of sixty-nining.
Shirley didn't want that to happen.
Thus, there was only one thing to do.
Shirley answered the phone.
She pulled her lips away from the swollen head of his cock and said, "Hello," somewhat breathlessly.
Then, so that he did not notice that his cock had been abandoned and become suspicious, she popped that smoking knob back into her mouth and gave it a loving slurp.
She held the phone to her car.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Shirley," said the girl, speaking with a mouthful of hot pecker so that the word was somewhat distorted.
"I must have the wrong number…"
Shirley was not thinking too well, at the moment, with most of her mind concentrating on sucking and being sucked and so, thoughtlessly, she looked at the number printed on the phone and said, "This is 642-7848."
"Oh," said Jayne.
There was a long pause, during which Shirley slurped with pure greed on Jonathon's cock.
"Well, who are you?"
Annoyed, Shirley took his dick out of her face and snapped, "I just told you… I'm Shirley. But you can't be calling me. Because no one knows that I'm at this number. Except…" She giggled. "Except Jonathon, and he sure as hell ain't making no phone calls at the moment. He's talking into a hairy microphone, instead."
She laughed, thinking that was sort of cute, and fell to devouring dick once more.
"I… let me speak to Jonathon!"
"He's busy."
"This is his wife."
Oh oh! thought Shirley, realizing that she might have been indiscreet.
"Are you there?" Jayne demanded.
"I can't really talk now…"
"Put my husband an the line!"
"He's busy. I told you."
"What is he doing? Why are you in my home?"
Shirley tried to think of some plausable lie, but she was not a quick thinker at the best of times and, at the moment, had other things on her mind and in her mouth. She slurped up and down on Jonathon's fat cock while she considered what she could say.
She had to tell the woman something, she knew. Otherwise, out of pure curiosity, the woman might come rushing home to see what was going on. If she got there too soon, they might not have time to finish their sixty-nining… and that would be a true tragedy.
"What is that sucking noise?" Jayne asked.
"That's… slurppp… me…" Shirley said, with a nice long, juicy suck dividing the words.
"What are you doing?"
Well, what else could the girl do but confess to the truth? After all the truth never hurt, did it? And maybe it would make Jonathon's wife so angry that she might stay out all night, fucking some other guy to get even with her unfaithful husband. That was what Shirley would have done, had she been married and the situation reversed. It seemed the best idea. It might mean that she could spend the whole night fucking and sucking with this big-dicked fellow in this comfortable bed.
So she said, "We're sucking each other off."
"I don't believe it!"
"Your husband can't hear you, though because I'm sitting on his face. It's a nice seat, too."
That'll make her mad, all right! the girl thought.
"But… but…" Jayne spluttered, stunned, unable to realize what she was hearing.
Shirley lapped up his prick, making more noise than was absolutely necessary, and said, "I just ran my tongue ail the way up his prick from balls to knob."
"I don't believe…"
"So you better not hurry home, Mrs… errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Mrs. Jonathon… because your husband would be awfully mad if you were to break in on us before I milk his sweet prick."
There was a silence. The lines crackled.
Shirley figured that she had played her cards as well as possible.
She said, "The tip of his cock is starting to drip now, so I'll have to hang up. I don't want to be talking on the phone when he shoots."
She cradled the receiver, with Jayne's bewildered voice sputtering from it.
And then, just in case her game had failed and his wife came hastening home, the cum-hungry nymphette began to suck on Jonathon's booming cock with vigor, eager to drink his spunk before they were interrupted by an irate wife.
Jonathon had faintly heard Shirley talking into the telephone, but, knowing they were alone in the room and never for a moment dreaming that she had been talking with his wife, he supposed that the sexy little girl was mumbling and whimpering words of passion as she sucked his cock. Her sucking had become somewhat erratic, he realized. She seemed to be removing his cock from her mouth from time to time. But he thought that she was probably just poring for a moment while she savored the flavor on her tastebuds.
Then she began sucking furiously.
Shirley had been aroused even more than before, by the phone call. There was something very naughty and very erotic about talking to a man's wife while his cock was in your mouth, she realized.
She was all set to cream.
She held back, waiting for Jonathon to join her.
His cock was spurting a little, not really coming yet, but laying a little trail of jism onto her arched tongue. She gulped it down. The taste made her ravenous for the full load to follow and her head began to bob up and down as fast as she could move it.
Jonathon's tongue delved far up her cunt hole, laying the wet sides of the tunnel, while his lips pulled and dragged on her clit and cunt lips.
He was as eager to drink her cum as she was to swallow his jism.
They came together.
Her cunt emptied into his mouth like spilled whipped cream.
His big cock bolted into her mouth, whitewashing her tonsils with a jet of jism.
Thrilled at both ends, they milked each other off with ram appetite, until they were both spent.
Then they uncoupled and lay down side by side, both smiling dreamily, contentedly. "That sure was nice," she said.
"It certainly was."
"I hope we have time to do it again, after we do some more fucking. Let's fuck doggy style next."
He nodded. He thought that was a good idea. But he had to recuperate for a moment, first.
Wanting to pay the girl a compliment, he said, "When we were sucking each other off, it was so wonderful that I thought I heard bells ringing."
Shirley frowned.
She figured that she had been clever, but that she was obligated to let the man know where he stood.
"That was the telephone," she said.
"Oh? I, only heard one bell."
"Yeah, well, that's because I answered it." Jonathon went stiff, his whole body as rigid as his prick had been a minute ago.
"Who… was it?" he asked, carefully.
"Your wife."
"What did you tell her?"
"What else? I told her we were sixty-nining."
"You what!" he roared.
"Well, gee. What did you expect? I mean, we were… and I may be a slut, but I ain't no liar."
Jonathon stared at her in horror.
"Anyhow," the girl said, "she might be so mad that she'll pick up a guy and spend the night in a motel with him, so we don't have to hurry."
"Arghhh!"
"And we can fuck and suck all night."
"Jayne wouldn't do that. Why, she's probably in a cab right now, on her way home."
"Gee, I hope not."
"You have to get out of here this instant."
"Aw, shit. Haven't we got time for even a single doggy fuck before I go?"
"No! Hurry up and get your clothes on!" Looking very sullen, Shirley got out of bed. But then Jonathon had another thought. "Wait a minute!"
"Changed your mind? Gonna dog fuck me first?" she said, hopefully.
She bent over, placing her hands on, her thighs and thrusting her nubile ass out invitingly.
But Jonathon was preoccupied.
He said, "The damage is already done. Even if you're gone, Jayne already knows you were here. I won't be able to lie my way out of it. But! She has no proof that I was here!"
That confused the girl.
"She heard me sucking on your dick," she said.
He waved that aside.
"Oh, you could have been faking that you could have been sucking on a popsicle or something. I think I see a way out of this situation but I'll need your help."
She raised her eyebrows.
"What we'll do is, you'll wait here for Jayne. And I'll go out. Better yet, I'll hide here in the closet, so I can hear what you tell her because I can't say I trust you to any great degree. And when she gets here, you can tell her that it was all a big joke. You can say… let's see… yes, you can tell her that you stopped by to use the bathroom or make a phone call or something. A total stranger, you understand. And that I didn't want to remain in the house, alone with a sultry young lady, so I went out to the corner bar, because I am so faithful to Jayne that I wouldn't risk the near occasion of sin. Right? And while you were here the telephone rang and, being a wicked little tramp, you made up that horrid lie just far the fun of it. That ought to work."
"I don't like to tell lies."
"You must. You got me in a hell of a mess and you're obligated to get me out of it."
"Well…"
"Please? Good Lord, Jayne might divorce me."
"I might. If…"
"Yes?" he said, eagerly. "If what?"
Shirley was smiling saucily.
She said, "Well, I don't want to just sit around here, being bored, while I wait for your wife to come charging in. So if I promise to lie to her, you got to give me plenty of prick while I'm waiting. Okay?"
Jonathon considered.
He could see no reason why he shouldn't agree to that.
And now, for the first time, he noticed the way that the naughty nymphette was sticking her juicy ass out. It really was a delectable ass. And this time, quite honestly, be would be doing it for the good of his marriage.
"All right," he said.
"Oh, goody!"
Shirley crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees, all ready to be fucked doggy fashion. She looked back over her shoulder and gave her bottom a little flip.
Jonathon knelt behind her.
He bent down and kissed the cheeks of her ass, then pushed his tongue into her asshole for a moment, while his prick got hard as a crowbar.
Shirley giggled and squirmed.
"Not that hole, silly," she said.
Then, looking thoughtful, she added, "Although, come to think of it, that's fun, too. If we have time…"
Jonathon fitted his peckerhead to her cunt from the back and slipped it into her. Her ass heaved up and her belly began to pump and grind. Her sweet little ass was jammed tight to his belly and his cock was buried to the hilt in her clutching cunt. He placed his hands on her hipbones, holding them like handles by which he could steer her pussy as he fucked into it.
He began to fuck her dog style.
Shirley, enjoying it no end, whimpered and moaned and thrashed about like a bitch in heat.
Jonathon kept glancing at his watch.
He hoped that they had time to finish this backward balling before he heard a taxi stop in front of the house. It would be frustrating as hell if they had to stop before he had blown his wad into her again.
And because he was nervous and impatient to come, he couldn't seem to get his rocks off. He fucked her as fast as he could, and his cock was thundering, but he just couldn't seem to pass the peak.
They had been screwing for at least a half hour.
Jonathon wondered what was taking his wife so long to get there. He supposed that she was having trouble getting a taxi. That had to be the reason. What else could possibly have delayed her arrival, under the circumstances?
He started to tremble.
His prick was bubbling inside her pussy. He groaned as the thrill began to spin through his mind and body.
He was almost there!
He was going to come before Jayne arrived!
But he needn't have hurried.
Jayne had not left the office yet.