The touch of Jimmy's hot hand on her hip, the fire of his lips crushed to hers… hot in the sack, cold out – the most dangerous kind. He had said that about her. But it applied doubly to him.
Ummmmmm… he did last, as he had promised that afternoon when she pulled his meat until he shot off in her hand. Lasting a delicious hasty long long time. His cock buried to the balls in her juicy gripping cunt. His torso flat against her, crushing down onto her full heaving breasts… hips moving in tiny arcs, his cock, his measured hot pace keeping them both at a tingling pitch… Holding back with a soft sensual laugh when it seemed for a moment they would tumble over the brink. Then the deliberately measured pace again… Ohhhhh, the burning thrust of rigid cockflesh in her cunt, how could such a languid movement of his body produce such delirious shock waves?
The fuck seemed timeless… forever and ever.
"Jimmy, Jimmy," she whispered, arching her back, running her fingers through his hair.
He rolled his hips in wider arcs and she began to squeal around his tongue thrust deep in her mouth.
She stared up at him, at the handsome face, the voluptuous smile, the thick black hair. Stared up at him, her head lifted up from the pillow, stared with wild, searching eyes… eyes searching for what? While he fucked hard with lusty gusto – her cunt hungry for his cock, relishing every hard inch of it with juicy caresses – her eyes searched for something more.
He fucked harder. Her legs were high and spread. She heard his balls slap loudly against her soft flesh. She could hear the swooshy sound his cock made deep in her pussy. Ohhhhhh, she was there! She tried to speak, tried to cry, "Fuck me harder!" But all she could do was scream as he slammed all his prick into at her.
He had not quite made it with her. Now maybe he would fuck her to another orgasm. But no. Suddenly his cock pulled from the clinging lips of her pussy. And she saw the glistening meaty head point towards her. She whimpered. And at that moment heavy spurts of his hot creamy cum shot onto her tits.
"Ummm," she moaned. That felt so delicious. Hot juice of cockmeat on her snowy breasts.
He laughed softly, molding her breasts, scooping up some of his cum and delicately bathing her rigid tits with it.
"I told you I'd have plenty left," he said huskily. Then he leaned forward to whisper into her car. "I told you I was oversexed."
He laved one of her cum-drenched breasts with the flat of his tongue. He sucked at the hard sticky nipple. When the tit slid from his mouth, she turned her shoulder slightly to offer him her other breast. But instead his tongue slid down to her belly button… down to her pussy.
He teased her till she was in agony. His tongue swirled around just at the edge of her pussy mound. She squirmed, her pussy hot and itchy.
He began lapping his tongue back up towards her belly button. Her fingers clutched it the test. He wrapped his lips around the lard nipple she had offered him before and sucked deeply at it. She felt his cock against her cunt mound. He rolled his hips in a tiny circle to show her how hot and hard his cock was.
"Damn it!" she said in a raspy whisper.
He laughed again and slid his dick into her pussy. Her loud moan told him that the teasing wait had been worth it.
"Lift your legs," he said.
She lifted her silken legs high into the air. His shoulders braced her heels.
"Can't move, eh?" he said.
"Not very much," she said breathlessly.
Her heels pressed firmly into the hard flesh of his shoulders. She could hardly move at all now. And she didn't want to. The tip of his cock was forced deeper into her… stimulating wonderful vaginal sensations.
He jerked his pelvis back, dragging his hot cock through richly secreting cuntflesh. And he slammed forward to drive his meat into her hot cunt.
Janet surrendered to the savage power of his deep-thrusting hard cock. Her pussy was impaled on his potent, hard, demanding cock. Surrendered to the ramming prick. Her big tits rising, nipples taut.
And the rich reward was an intense, deep vaginal orgasm. A ragged cry tore from her throat. Her imprisoned body convulsed. Jimmy moaned – gloating, perhaps, at his male power.
She rolled her head from side to side. His hard-driving dick was sheer exquisite torment to her now. His hips moved like a powerful piston, slamming his swollen hard cockmeat deep, deeper into her vagina… prickling fresh nerve-ends.
Her scream was sharp, shrill. He answered it with a lusty laugh.
She gripped his dick as hard as she could with her vaginal muscles. But his meaty cockhead drove right through, plunging into her juicy pussy. She felt dizzy, almost delirious. Her strength waned and she relaxed the grip around his cock.
"Yeah," he gasped.
His cock throbbed against the walls of her cunt, swelling to a greater size than it had ever been. His male power ignited the fire in her pussy again. Feverishly she began contracting and relaxing every pussy-muscle. Her body twitched, and wild, obscene words flowed from her lips. His deep laughter seemed to come from a long way off.
Giddily she imagined herself forever exploding in frenzied orgasm… contracting around his hot cock, expanding to explode again and again.
"Okay," he said hoarsely. The word sounded final. She whimpered. She could feel his body grow hotter, feel a new surge of strength gather in his loins for that final lunge. She screamed shrilly above his sharp, brief moan. Heavy spurts of cock-juice jetted against her womb.
She thought she was going to faint.
He loosened his arms from around her legs. His body twitched. She grasped his buttocks, pulling him tight to her. He moaned again and she found the strength to laugh throatily with fulfilled exaltation. She lowered her legs while his exhausted body lay flat atop her.
His cock twitched while it became slowly soft – creating a glowing, prickly sensation in her pussy. She cradled his head on her breasts. She ran her fingers gently through his hair.
"I wish you weren't such a bastard," she said.
"Afraid you might be falling, oh?" He sounded almost bored.
"God no!" she said vehemently.
He rolled away from her with a quick, sudden movement. Janet could not hold back the flustered little whimper that escaped her lips when his meat pulled from the snug caress of her pussy-lips.
"I'm hungry," he said. "Let's go out to dinner. Or would you rather just stay here. You'd like to be very domestic and cook something just for the two of us and we'd screw all night."
"The screwing's all I'd be interested in," she said.
And with determination she got up off the bed. His dry chuckle followed her all the way into the bathroom.
"You seemed to be getting along pretty well with our Miss Blake," Jimmy said over coffee when they finished dinner in the Italian restaurant on North Beach. "Did she make a pass at you?"
"I suppose," Janet shrugged. "Half-assed." Jimmy stand at her a long moment. "Wanna go back to the apartment with me and spend the night?"
God, how she wanted to! But she girded all her strength and said, "No."
"No?"
"I got myself into an impossible situation once. I don't intend to make the same mistake twice."
"Falling in love you mean? But I thought your only interest in me was the way I fuck."
He was laughing at her.
"I'm not falling in love with you," Janet said vehemently.
"Then let's go back to the apartment and screw. Sometimes I get in these moods that amaze even me. My prick just doesn't want to stay down. I'll fuck you till dawn. What d'ya say?"
"Damn it Jimmy, take me home," she said, getting to her feet.
And she didn't understand why her eyes were suddenly filled with angry, blinding tears.
It took a long time for her to drive out to Sue's place beyond Twin Peaks. But they didn't speak during the whole trip. He parked in front of the dark, two-story house. Kris was still at that commune. And Sue and David had joined him there.
"Good night, Jimmy," she said quietly, wondering if he was going to show her to the door. She hoped he wouldn't. She might weaken.
Suddenly he took hold of her hand roughly and moved it to his crotch. He had freed his cock from his trousers. It was hard.
"You don't wanna leave that, do you?"
"Let go of my hand," she said firmly.
"Suck it for me," he said tensely. "Go down on it!"
Her heart beat faster. But she had herself well under control. She was determined to make him suffer.
"Good night," she said resolutely.
He let go of her hand. She was surprised he had not been more persistent. And a little disappointed too? She opened the car door. He stayed where he was, not offering to walk her to the house. She walked up the sidewalk, listening for the sound of him driving away.
Nervously she dug into her purse, searching for her key.
"Having problems?" She heard his voice behind her.
She twirled round, dropping her purse. She saw the whiteness of his body. God, he was stark naked!
"Maybe I can help you," he said.
And his arms were wrapped around her and his hot breath was at her ear.
"Crazy!" she panted as he smothered her with kisses.
"It's even better out in the open," he whispered.
"Crazy," she said weakly again.
But passively she allowed herself to be led over to the clump of bushes by the side of the house… allowed him to almost tear the clothes off her. The night was chilly but their bodies were hot. They sank down onto the thick grass that was damp with fog. It would have to be fast and fierce – their hot bodies demanded that.
Her big creamy tits shone milky white in the darkness. His hot hands molded them as his cock sank into her cunt. She popped at once, squealing, bathing his dick with her juices, gripping it tight with her vaginal muscles.
"You were even hotter than I thought," he whispered thickly.
She sighed loudly and relaxed, yielding, yet still hot for it. He fucked deep and fast, pressing down on her titties. She felt it about to happen again. But he pulled his cock out and rolled her over onto her stomach. He gave her shapely white buttocks a few lingering strokes. Then he cased his cock into her ass. He went in slow and careful and his cock dripped pre-cum fluid. She relaxed her sphincter and it was not at all painful. Then it felt sensational – his cock moving slow but deep in her ass, and the damp grass beneath her, prickling her pussy and her big, hard breasts.
She squirmed, grinding her pussy against the thick grass. He laughed lustily. He kept fucking her deep but slow, holding back his cum. And she moaned, squirming faster, wishing the damp grass were longer, stiffer – reaching way up into her cunt!
He lifted her up and reached around, a finger entering her pussy. He moved the finger back and forth fast while he ass-fucked slow. She popped spin, gasping out a muffled squeal, pussy lips pulsating around his deeply-inserted finger.
He got her onto her back again. She stared up at the starless sky. Then she was aware only of his mouth at her cunt. He munched delicately, his nostrils flaring at the pussy-smell and the odor of damp grass. His tongue dug into her cunthole, and he reached up to mold her boobs and pinched her hard, pointed tits. A car drove by, casting its light briefly on them while Jimmy ate her pussy.
Janet squealed just as the car passed by them. She was right on the verge of popping again. But Jimmy moved away from her cunt. He mounted her and slid his cock into her cunt again and she squealed again, making it this time. She moaned softly, rolling her head slowly from side to side, her cunt bathing his dick with fresh juices.
He fucked fast and deep and she knew he was going to make it happen again. He drove his cock at her pussy with fierce swiftness. For a moment she felt ready to faint. Then her whole body tingled again.
God, his cock was so deep! Had a cock ever been so deep? She was sure none had – or so it seemed in that hot moment. She found the strength to cry out lustily… she clawed at his back.
Then she fell limply back onto the grass, panting, hardly able to speak.
"Please," she gasped. "Bathe – my titties – like before."
He chuckled softly. He knew what she wanted. He pulled his cock from the grip of her cunt just as his cum spewed hot and heavy-splashing cum on her breasts. She felt the damp grass at her back, the warm jism right on her breasts. She would not shower that night, she decided. She would not tell Jimmy, but she would wear his cum to bed.
Through half-opened eyes she saw that he was getting dressed. He had carried his clothes from the car to the edge of the porch.
"You gonna lay there all night?"
"No." She began to feel softly. "Help me up, will you?"
He pulled her to her feet. "Come to my apartment tomorrow at the noon hour," he said. His tone was so cool and demanding. It chilled her more than the night air.
"Maybe," she said.
"Be there," Jimmy said. And he moved his warm hand up and down the contour of her shapely buttocks.
"So you're to be my new assistant," Gene Drury said next day, giving her an appraising look.
She stared boldly back at him. He had an attractive face. But God, his eyes were so dull-looking. Not a hint of desire for her there. She wasn't used to such cool indifference.
He's a dull drab workhorse, Janet decided.
"I understand you don't take dictation."
"I intend to take a night course. I'm a fast learner."
"Yes, I'm sure you are," he said with a knowing smile.
Janet felt her ears burn.
She sat at her tiny desk all morning, typing letters. Gene Drury's larger desk was next to hers. They shared the little cubby-hole surrounded by frosted glass. Occasionally Drury went into George Anders' office and while he was gone Janet was to answer the phone on his desk.
"Moving up in the world I see," Dee McGuire said, peeking into the cubby-hole at noon.
"I'm not sure," Janet smiled. "It's a lot more work. But there is a slight raise in salary."
"And you are closer to a source of power," Dee said with a nod towards George Anders' office. "Are you free for lunch today?"
Words of refusal started to come from Janet's lips. Then she remembered the way Jimmy had told her to be at his apartment that noon – so smooth, so sure of himself. She wouldn't be taken for granted by any man.
So she accepted Dee's invitation. And she told herself that when she got her own apartment she would invite Dee over for a home-cooked meal.
In the early afternoon Jimmy went into George Anders' office for a conference. He barely nodded at Janet as he went in. But on the way out he pawed by her desk long enough to mutter, "Meet me on the staircase."
She fell a hot sensation in her cunt, remembering that other brief, frenzied session on the staircase. She took a deep breath but the hot sensation would not go any. And she knew she just couldn't resist.
At coffee-break time she went into the women's room and into one of the booths, taking her purse with her. With trembling hands she removed her panties and stuffed them into her purse. She took the purse back to her desk drawer.
Jimmy was sitting on the stairs when she joined him.
"What's the idea not showing up this noon at my apartment?" he asked angrily.
"I didn't say I would, I said, maybe," she said with a teasing smile.
"Don't get cute with me. I got you that job, remember."
"Only because I'm highly qualified," she said with a haughty tone of voice.
"Some job. Assistant to George Anders' secretary."
"It's a start," Janet said. "Only a start."
"Bitch," he snapped, standing up. He grabbed hold of both her arms roughly. "Bitch."
"I'm not wearing my panties today," she grinned.
He smiled back at her. And began backing her towards the wall. He smothered her with kisses. He dug his hand into her blouse.
"Not wearing a bra either, eh?"
"I never wear a bra with this blouse," she said breathlessly.
"Hot bitch. You're hot as I am. Hotter." He was nibbling at her neck, squeezing her tittie as he muttered the hoarse-voiced words. "You need it as much as I do – more."
"Jimmy," she whispered weakly, her arms around his neck.
"I ought to fuck you right here on the staircase."
"I don't care," she said wildly, clinging tighter to his neck.
"Wet it for me first," he said.
She got down on her knees and freed his stiff dick from his trousers. She went down on it to the root, held it down her throat, feeling it throb. She stood up, puffing her skirt up to her waist, baring her pussy for him. He worked her right breast from her blouse and started to suck her tit.
Janet laced her fingers behind his neck. She lifted her left leg up and out, stretching her pussylips for him. His cock slid into her, snug as a sword in its sheath. She lowered her leg until her foot touched the floor and his cock pushed deeper into her.
He began to undulate his pelvis and she moved hers in perfect unison.
"You've been fucked standing before," he said thickly.
"Ummmm," she muttered. But not, she thought with a suppressed grin, not on a stairway, and fully clothed.
"I have to make it a quick," he said, breathing heavier, moving his hips faster.
"Ummmmmm." God the hot hard feel of prick moving inside her cunt – and as smooth as velvet too.
"You should a come for this at noon," he said breathlessly with no let-up in the pace of his fucking. "You're sorry now you didn't, eh?" He gasped and squeezed her slick buttocks. "Eh?" He emphasized the last word with an extra-hard thrust.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
He grunted and laughed at the same time and pumped a good dozen more strokes of his cock into her tight-gripping snatch… bathed it with jutting streams of cum.
"You didn't make it?" he whispered, moving the palm of his hand across the creamy flesh of her ass.
"No!" she whispered back desperately. He squeezed her ass tight again and began rolling his pelvis. She was so grateful… soooo grateful! Her pussy-lips quivered, sucked, gripped hungrily at his cock, that hot trustworthy cock… hard and driving inside her until… She held tight to his neck, every muscle in her body responding, body trembling, pussylips fluttering, flowing with sticky juices. She felt his finger corkscrew into her asshole at that precise moment, giving her cunt an extra electric charge.
"Ohhh," she muttered weakly, clinging to his neck.
He let her cling to him for a moment till they both got their strength back. Then with gentle firmness he began to pull away from her. She watched his cock slide from her hungrily-grasping pussy-lips.
His cock glistened. Droplets of cum dripped from the slit of the head.
"Want to clean it for me, sweets?" he asked. His voice was hoarse, sexy, but tinged with that arrogant tone of male superiority she hated so much.
But the temptation was too great. She sank down to her knees and took the fluttering, semi-hard cock into her mouth. She plunged down on it to the root and glided her tongue up and down it, licking away the succulent juices that her cunt had left there.
"Oh, sweets, you can just keep that up long as you like," he whispered. "Make me come again."
She stood up, a tight smile on her lips. Leave him wanting more, she thought.
"No time," she said. "Got to get back to work."