Janet was dead on her feet when she came in from job hunting next day. She had filled out an endless number of application blanks.
David and Sue tried to talk her into going to a party with them. But Janet insisted on staying home and going to bed early. She fell into a heavy sleep shortly after nine. But sometime during the night she awoke to a pleasant sensation. The room was dark, but she was aware of David and Sue working on her cunt.
When she came, she sighed softly and turned over onto her side. She was dimly aware that Sue and David were making love, and she sighed again contentedly and dropped back into the black, heavy sleep.
Harry Owens was a fleshy, pleasant middle-aged man with short-cropped hair and horn-rimmed glasses. He was the Personnel Manager for Adams and Carpenter, Public Relations – Advertising – Publicity – Promotions. Janet had been referred to him by the first employment office she had visited that second morning of job hunting.
He gave Janet a brief battery of tests and told her to check back after lunch for the results.
When she returned at one o'clock, Harry Owens stood up to shake her hand.
"Can you be ready to start work Monday morning in the typing pool?"
"I could, begin tomorrow morning," Janet said breathlessly.
"Monday will be quite soon enough," Owens said with a satisfied chuckle.
David and Sue were gone when Janet woke up Saturday morning.
She lazed around all morning, relishing the peace and quiet. Stella and Irene, the two lesbian dancers, came downstairs around two o'clock. Janet sat at the kitchen table while they stirred up some food. They were both naked as usual and Janet admired their fine, firm bodies. But she felt no passion for either of them.
Stella made a pass at her which Janet good-naturedly rebuffed. Stella wasn't offended and Irene didn't seem to mind that the pass had been made in front of her. Maybe Stella meant it to be a threesome.
When Janet was alone again, Kris ambled into the room. He, too, was naked as usual.
"Hi ya," he said.
Janet looked up at him and said, hello. It was the first time she had ever seen him without Betsy hanging onto his arm. She watched as he walked over to the cabinet, his big cock bobbing back and forth. Christ, that cock of his was at least nine inches long, and thick.
He found a half-empty bottle of red wine in the cabinet and a glass.
"Want some?" he asked.
She tore her eyes from his cock and looked up at his face. She noted that he had beautiful brown eyes.
"Thanks."
He held out the glass to her. He got another glass for himself. He leaned against the sink.
"Where's Betsy?" Janet asked.
"She's at some kind of protest or something. She's just a kid but she's very political."
"She's older than you are, isn't she?" Janet smiled.
"She's eighteen. I'm twenty." He stared at her a moment, or rather studied her, until Janet felt uncomfortable. "You like to give head?" he asked.
"What?"
"Would you suck my cock?" he asked politely in the same tone of voice he might use to say, "would you please pass the salt."
He stepped towards her before Janet could answer. The tip of his cockhead peeked out from the sheath of foreskin. Janet could not resist reaching out to touch his big dick. It stirred quickly to life. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and felt the slow swelling in the palm of her hand.
She toyed with his low-hanging balls. Delicately, with the tips of her fingers, she eased the foreskin back to uncover the thick head. She flicked her tongue around the glans. She sucked the glans into her mouth and caressed the rubbery flesh with tight-pressing lips.
Her tantalizing fingers tickled his big balls which had begun to grow tight. He took one step closer, pushing his cock into her mouth. She let her throat muscles relax completely as he cased the throbbing shaft of her throat. He buried it in her to the balls. She felt it pulsate against the walls of her mouth.
She became passive and let him mouth fuck her with delicious lingering slowness. Slick, savory cockmeat slid back and forth down her throat – out again to the corona and in to the balls again. Cockmeat had never tasted so good.
He ceased the movements for, a moment. Keeping his cock buried deep to the balls, he reached into her gown and cupped one of her breasts. She felt the vibration of his dick, deep down her throat, felt the trickle of pre-coital juices. She eased her mouth up the long length of cock to the tip of the head. Sticky drippings oozed from the big slit. She licked them away, relishing the spicy taste.
His hot hand squeezed harder at her breast, and she managed to get out of her robe, holding just the heavy cockhead between her lips. He took his cock from her just long enough to help her pull her gown up and over her head.
She whimpered softly, staring at his robust cock. God, it must weigh almost as much as Kris' skinny body did! She gobbled it hungrily back into her mouth. He hunched down to squeeze her breasts, pinch her tits.
She moved her head vigorously back and forth, sucking strongly at every inch of dick-meat, swirling her tongue around the swollen shaft on the downward plunges of her saliva-dripping mouth. She paused to bathe the thick rubbery cockhead with spit and to lick away the fresh sticky juices that dripped from, the big slit.
She began fingering her cunt while she sucked. She heard his approving moan and knew he was watching with lusty interest as she dug two fingers between the slippery folds of cuntflesh and began finger-fucking herself.
He began moving his hips again – fucking her in the mouth, faster, harder than before. His huge, sperm-filled balls slapped against her chin.
"Oh!" he cried, as she felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum strike the back of her throat. She swallowed part of it and savored the rest of it, holding it in her mouth while her fingers worked frenziedly in the gushy depths of her pussy.
"Ummm, yeah," he said hoarsely. "Get yourself off, babe."
He rolled his hips and she felt his heavy cock swirl around, still buried deep in her throat. She squealed around it as pussy-juice bathed her two fingers. Her lips clung to his meat, never wanting to let it go. She whimpered softly around his cock as it slowly contracted. It was still semi-hard and felt so fantastic in her mouth – slick, juicy, rubbery and flexible. She felt his rubbery dick flop back and forth against the walls of her throat. Her shrill little whimper was a plea for him not to take his meat from her mouth.
"Let me have your hand," she heard him say. She started to lift her left hand.
"No, the other one," he said.
She pulled her fingers from her cunt and held her hand up to him. He grabbed hold of it and began licking her sticky fingers. His cock began to firm. It kept expanding in her mouth until she thought her jaws would break. He sucked lustily at her fingers, cleaning them all of the cuntjuice. He smacked his lips, begging for more.
She dug two fingers of her left hand into her pussy and got them soaked with succulent juices. He licked them clean while she sucked his cock which was now stiff and throbbing again. And she finger-fucked herself, first with one hand, then the other, feeding the sticky, juice covered fingers to his mouth.
She sucked deep and strong from head to base on his mammoth cock.
She heard the wild animal grunt that tore from his chest. He laced his fingers behind her head and thrust his dick savagely into her mouth. Violent spurts of cum spewed into her mouth. He held her cock flat against his groin so that her nose was against his pubic hairs. And she could smell the rich odor of cum very keenly.
She plunged two fingers up her cunt. She squealed through a body-shattering orgasm. Then she was down again. And licking at the cum that clung to his dick as he slowly pulled it from her mouth. She lapped off the one remaining droplet of cum that clung to the slit of his cockhead.
"Best head a chick ever gave me," Kris said later, pouting more wine.
"Well, I'm a woman of experience," Janet said. "You're not much older'n me."
"I guess not. Maybe a couple of years."
"Betsy's going back home in a couple of days," Kris said. "How'd you like to be my old lady?"
Janet chuckled. She saw his hurt look. "I'm sorry, Kris," she said. "But I'll be moving out soon too, I have a job."
"Yeah. Sue told me. How come you wanna go that route?"
"It's what I want."
"Yeah. Well, how 'bout we shack up together just till you move out?"
"As long as you understand…"
"No sweat," Kris said. "We'll see," Janet smiled.