AB-5194 DOOR TO DOOR TEASER by David Crane

FOREWORD

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting circumstances.

The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage and performs with the girl in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly joins the neighborhood mateswappers.

Sarah Walters is one of these outwardly normal people -- a young woman trying to make her way in the world. But beneath her innocent exterior the perverted desires that continually threaten her.

DOOR TO DOOR TEASER -- a novel about the hidden passions within us all.

The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

When Jack Kramer woke up he automatically reached out to grope Sarah Walters, but his hand was on an aborted mission. The bed beside him was empty. It was still warm from her nubile body, however, and he yawned and looked at his wristwatch. It was early. Where in hell was she?

They had only been living together for a few weeks, but he knew her well enough to know she was not usually an early riser. He was a bit annoyed because he dearly loved a morning fuck. That was the main reason to live with a girl, Jack figured. You could always screw a broad at night but living together provided the setting for regular morning sex.

Sarah wasn't always agreeable, but she could be talked into it. She was a beautiful young lady and should have been a wonderful love partner but she was naive and rather inhibited. Jack had dated her for months before she let him fuck her and even after the first time it was always a struggle to get her into bed in those days, before they started living together. It seemed as if he had to seduce her all over again each time he wanted a good fuck. That was why he decided they had better start living together. They'd talked about it for quite a while and he'd professed undying love and told her he needed her.

Being needed was very important to Sarah, who was a do-gooder by nature. What someone else needed was more important to her than what she needed, herself -- a concept that was totally alien to Jack.

At the moment, Jack needed some pussy.

He usually awoke with a hard-on and this morning was no exception. His big prick was lifting the bedclothes up like a tent pole over an erotic circus -- the big top, he thought as his bloated cockhead flared.

But where in hell was she?

Then he heard the shower running and he relaxed. He didn't know why she was up so early, but the shower was a good sign. She had a lot of delicacies about sex and often left him smoldering with frustration while she insisted on taking a shower and brushing her teeth before she would ball him.

Jack had nothing against cleanliness and was pretty clean, himself, but he reckoned there were times when it was more important to clean out his balls than wash his body.

He waited, listening to the spray of the shower and pumping his dick slowly up and down -- not jerking off, but just keeping it in fighting trim, his hand a promissory note to the effect that cunt would soon be collectable.

The shower stopped running.

He heard her brushing her teeth and gargling with mouthwash and he got more and more excited. But the mouthwash was only so that her breath would be pleasant when they kissed, he knew.

She wouldn't go down on him.

Sarah was a one-dimensional lover. Now that they were living together she let him fuck her whenever he wanted, but she never initiated sex and she would not vary it in any way. She liked the missionary position -- more precisely, that was the only position in which she would fuck. She thought it was naughty to do it doggy fashion, for instance, although she couldn't say why. Well, it was better than nothing -- pretty damn good, in fact -- for her cunt was trim and tight and relatively unused.

He had hoped that, in time, she would lose her inhibitions. In the meanwhile, he would take what he could get.

Sarah came back into the bedroom, her naked body damp from the shower. Although inhibited about sex, she was not modest about parading around in the raw, for she had a lovely body and took a healthy pride in it.

She was a tawny blonde with a lot of hair that fell in coils and ringlets to her shoulders. She had wide blue eyes that looked very innocent and a wide, full mouth that looked very sensual and inviting.

Her body was superb.

Her tits were large and round as balloons with big stiff nipples pushing out from pink areolas as big as half dollars. Her ass was round, too, as if architecturally balancing her tits, counter weighting her curvaceous body. She had a tiny waist, flaring hips and beautifully molded legs, lush thighs, tapered calves, small ankles.

Looking at her, Jack felt his cock begin to thunder.

But if Sarah noticed the way the bedclothes were tented, she gave no sign. She opened the dresser drawer and started getting her underwear out.

"You're up early," he said.

"Uh-um. Didn't I tell you?" She turned, pivoting from the waist, so that he saw her tits from a three-quarter view and her ass straight on -- sexy as could be.

"What's that?"

"I'm collecting for charity this morning."

Jack rolled his eyes. "You're a terrible do-gooder," he said.

"I suppose so."

"Well, come over here and do me some good!" Her blue eyes shifted and she looked at the big lump under the covers. Jack noticed the way her eyes sort of turned smoky. It was an expression that he often noticed in her face when she looked at his cock or when sex had been suggested. But he couldn't really identify it. It looked like the way a girl might gaze at a prick when she wants to suck it, he thought. And yet, she refused to take it in her mouth. He wondered if her inhibitions were hiding a more erotic attitude than she would admit.

"I haven't much time," she said, those big blue eyes flickering and then narrowing.

"It'll be an act of charity," he said cleverly. "Uh-hum. I've got a big donation for you to collect."

She giggled. She dropped her bra and panties and came over to the bed.

She slipped in beside him and he pushed the covers down. They kissed. Her breath was a Godawful combination of mouthwash and toothpaste, but her lips molded nicely to his. When he thrust his tongue out, she let it slip into her mouth and began to twine her own tongue against it and around it.

They were lying on their flanks, belly to belly. His big dick was cleaving an indentation up her stomach. He shifted a thigh between hers and she clamped down on it, working her juicy crotch around on his leg.

Her tits were pressed against his chest, the soft mounds flattening and the rigid nipples branding him with widespread points, inscribing his flesh.

He began to stroke her sides and hips, then cupped her taut ass and pulled her loins tight to his, his long, fat pecker prying like a heated crowbar between their bellies.

His tongue retreated, dragging hers with it, back into his mouth. He sucked on her sweet tongue. They were both panting now, right into each other's mouths. Fiery waves of desire rippled through both of them, as if they were sharing the same electric impulse -- passing it back and forth from belly to belly by the conductor of his cock, transformed in their loins, the voltage stepped up each time the current flowed back and forth.

He took her hand and pressed it to his cock.

She never reached for his cock on her own. She didn't object to playing with it, but he always had to place her hand there first, as if she were too modest to take even that small initiative. Now she wrapped her delicate fist around the thick cock, willingly enough, and began to caress the shaft, working his peckerhead into her belly as she did so.

Lowering his face, he licked at her nipple, then took it into his mouth and sucked on it. The pink nugget seemed to explode in his mouth. He wondered again how a girl whose body was so responsive to love could be so inhibited, but it was only a passing thought -- he had better things to think of now.

His tongue ran up her deep cleavage and circled around the globes, climbing back to the nipple like a car going up a winding mountain road.

He turned her onto her back. Her lush thighs parted and he cupped his over her cuntmound, his fingers slipping into her pussy.

She squirmed.

Her cunt was wet and open, the labia peeled back and the hole opened into a pink oval. He fingered her cunt gently, tracing the lips and caressing the taut love bud, drawing his fingertips slowly up the creamy gash. Her eyes closed and her lips turned up in a contented smile.

Her whole lush body began to vibrate.

Jack was in no hurry. He was an exponent of foreplay -- and an expert, at that. He knew the fucking would be better after she was aroused. So he worked at it, loving the hot, moist feel of her cunt under his stroking hand.

He continued to suck her nipples, lying on his side and leaning over her as his hand delved into her crotch. He stroked her pussy rhythmically, then tilted his wrist and gently pushed his middle finger up her hole.

Sarah murmured and shifted...

He finger-fucked her steadily and slowly, push pulling his finger in and out of her tight fuck-box. He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her, and her twat began to ripple and pull on his fingers.

Her mind might have been inhibited, he thought, but there was nothing inhibited about her cunt.

It reacted with a passion of its own as he played with her. He supposed that if her pussy could think, that hot little box would be thinking exactly the same thing that he thought -- wishing that Sarah was more adventurous in her lovemaking.

Her lips were trembling.

Looking up at her face as he tongued her nipples, he figured that like her twat, her mouth would have rather been part of a less inhibited girl. It was her mind that limited her. Her body was a steaming cauldron of passion -- stiff-nippled, juicy-crotched, her mouth watering for the taste of prick -- as if the mind of a chaste saint had been mistakenly placed in the body of a whore.

He grinned with his lips working on her tits as he speculated on what effect a lobotomy might have on her morals?

Then he stopped thinking about such things as she began to whimper, clinging to him with undisguised lust. Their fucking might be one dimensional, but it was damn good. His cock was hammering her hip.

He had three fingers up her gash now, pushing them in, pulling them back out as her hole sucked on his hand. Her legs had opened wide and she had started to rotate her lips from side to side and hump her pelvis up and down, moving as though he had already mounted her and was stuffing his massive cock up her cunt.

He drew his hand away and moved down slightly so that he could look at her cunt. It gaped open, the lips frothy with cuntjuice. A thin trickle of that juice had run down into the crack of her ass. Her pussy looked so inviting that Jack could feel his tongue tingle for a taste of it, but he knew she wouldn't let him eat her out.

She thought it was not a thing that nice girls did. She had admitted, once, that the idea was exciting and that she would probably like the feeling, but no sooner had he started to go down on her than she stiffened and closed her thighs and shook her head.

"No," she'd said. "That's disgusting." And she hadn't let him do it, even after admitting that she would have liked it. Jack, fairly drooling for a suck on that succulent twat, had figured that he was never going to understand the way her mind worked. But he knew how her body worked, all right, and now he was playing that hot body like a finely tuned instrument -- some carnal harp from which he was strumming the magical chords of desire, while his pecker hummed like a tuning fork to the vibrations.

He moved on top of her, lying between her widespread legs but not moving up to fuck yet. His dick was throbbing down into the bed with such unbridled lust that it was levering his ass up and down. His balls were spread out painfully between his thighs. But still he lingered over the approaches to love, ignoring the demands of his own loins while he continued to arouse Sarah.

His hands ran up the insides of her thighs. His fingertips traced the creases at the top. He licked her nipples as if they were cherries set atop a mound of vanilla ice cream.

She clasped his face between her hands, shuddering and shivering with readiness. Her belly gave a significant lurch, the smooth, rounded flesh rising and rubbing against him.

She never told him, in words, that she was ready to fuck, but her actions were always plain enough as, in its own way, her body rebelled against her reticence.

Now her pelvis was grinding against his belly in a simulation of fucking. Jack began to move up her body, licking up her cleavage and nibbling her neck as he rose. His prick rubbed up the inside of her knee and slid along her thigh. It had stopped thundering now, although it was still rock-hard and vibrant, and it seemed to be approaching her pussy like a stealthy serpent creeping up on a warm little rodent, the flat, snake-like head alert and ready to strike -- to sink that fangless wedge of cockhead into her warm cunt and fill her with the non-lethal venom of love. His bloated balls dragged along the mattress. He moved into position and kissed her on the lips.

His cockhead was sliding up her cunt, not directed toward the hole but cutting up at right angles so that the knob came pushing out above her cuntal mound and the underside of the fat stalk was clamped along her gash. Her cuntlips slurped on his shaft, as if trying to drag him in sideways.

Jack took his weight on his hands, bracing them beside her shoulders, and lifted his torso up.

Sarah looked down between their bodies. She saw the head of his dick sprouting from her crotch, the big purple slab flaring out and the veins pulsing where they merged into the delta of his bi-valved peckerhead. Her lips trembled and parted. The pink tip of her tongue slipped across her lower lip. Her eyes blazed, changing from sky-blue to a hot, smoky violet, as if the sight of his cock had played the catalyst, the image rebounding into her blue orbs had stamped her with lust and rung the changes of desire. As he looked down and saw this transformation in her countenance, Jack was once again certain that his girl would have dearly loved to abandon herself to passion and lust. The way she looked at his cock left little doubt that she would have loved to have that cock in her mouth. She was even licking her lips, for Chrissake. He wished that somehow he could solve the puzzle of her inhibitions or read the runic designs of her denial of desire.

He flirted for a moment with the thought that he might solve this situation as Alexander dealt with the Gordian knot -- that he might simply grab her by the head and slap his cock into her mouth by force. It was a tantalizing idea. But he didn't dare, for he didn't want to risk offending her or, worse, losing her. As he hovered there, angled up from her loins, he sighed.

Sarah looked away. She seemed to tear her eyes away from his cock with a great effort, like a bird that refuses to gaze into the eye of a serpent, knowing that it will be helpless.

She looked up at his face, her own face pleading.

"Do you want it?" he asked.

She wouldn't answer in words. She nodded ever so slightly and a faint flush crept up her throat and onto her cheeks.

"What do you want?"

She moaned.

"Tell me! Say it!"

She almost did -- her lips worked, mouthing the words of her desire, but no sound came out. It was as if her vocal cords had allied themselves with her conscience against her body, as if the inhibited blockage in her mind were reinforced in her voicebox -- but not in her trembling mouth.

Jack gave up.

His cock had started to buck and hammer again and he was afraid he might just shoot his load right onto her belly if he didn't slip it up her cunt now.

He slid back, drawing his dick down along her slit. He aimed the knob at her cunt.

Sarah arched her back, bringing her crotch up like a template into position to be stamped.

Jack worked the tip of his dick around in her slot, churning that juicy hole to a creamy swamp. Her pussy sucked at his cockhead. Her belly rolled against his and her soft thighs clamped around his flanks, tightening spasmodically. She was shuddering as she waited for his thundering -- again -- cock.

Then he pushed his prick up her hot hole.

He slipped the whole thing to her with the first long thrust, burying his cock to the root and jamming his swollen balls tight to her perineum.

Her vocal cords melted then, and she said, "Oh!" and then, moaning, "Oooooooh..."

Jack held that full penetration for a moment, enjoying the sensation of having every inch of his big cock buried in her clinging pussy and letting her thrill to the feeling of being stuffed to the brim with pecker. She held motionless under him, her narrow back deeply arched so that her ass was lifted from the bed and her supple body was bowed again his rigid loins.

Jack withdrew, hauling back until only his knob remained in her hole and his long stalk was unsheathed. It stood out like a bolt, linking them together.

Her cuntlips unpeeled around his peckerhead and her clit bud was throbbing.

He fed her his cock again.

Sarah sighed and pushed her crotch down to meet his thrust, taking him deep into her cunt.

She began to fuck him with long, rippling strokes, moving slowly onto his cock as he thrust in, and then twisting her hips from side to side as he pulled out, as if she were unscrewing her pussy from his rod.

He altered the angle of his strokes. He went in with an underslung, grinding thrust that lifted her pelvis as it plowed up. Then he corkscrewed his boring dick in to the hilt. He raised his hips so that he was shoveling the dick in from above, sliding the whole long stalk directly across her vibrant clitoris en route to her womb.

Her hips pistoned and her belly heaved as she stayed with him in the changing tempo, working he hot pussy around on his cock as it was pushed in, clutching at that meaty bludgeon as he pulled it slowly out. She was fluid, pneumatic, undulating. Her supple pelvis and limber hips danced a frenzied gavotte above the bed and below her steadily humping lover.

Her pussy was melting.

Cunt juice trickled out as his big plunger pushed in, filling her to the brim and pumping cunt-nectar from her stuffed hole. His balls were soaked as they swung in, slapping against her upraised ass.

She tossed her head, switching from side to side. She bit her lip and her eyes narrowed, her countenance masked by passion as her golden hair cascaded about her brow and cheeks and tumbled across the pillow.

She had begun to moan softly, in low wavering sound waves that were a background music, punctuated by the creaking of the labored bedsprings and the harsh grunts that Jack made as he fed his cock to her cunt.

Jack was banging away with gusto as he neared the height of sexual sensation. He was moving faster now, his cock burning as it rippled up her wet hole, fairly hissing up the channel. His hands moved under her and cupped her firm ass, lifting her loins higher as he prepared to hose her cunt with his stream of orgasm.

She gasped and he felt her pussy cream.

"Ohhhh!" she whimpered as she started to come.

Long waves of lust rippled across her loins, rushing up her trembling thighs and sweeping across her belly, crashing together in the depths of her cunt.

Jack shoveled the dick to her like a crazed stoker feeding a fiery furnace.

His orgasm hovered within him, his balls expanding and his pecker surging as the cum roared up. He fought it back, waiting for her to reach the absolute peak.

The spasms of joy which rushed through her were coming faster now -- a series of peaks that tumbled one upon the other, the frequency shortening and peaking higher until they seemed to run together in one tidal flow of pure lust.

She cried out in wordless ecstasy.

Jack felt her cunt melt like a wax candle around his hard wick and he let himself go.

His balls exploded. The heavy flood surged up his prick and burst from his cockhead in a wild spurt, spraying her womb with burning cream.

He rammed in, shooting a second creamy jet up her hole and, feeling her cunt being hosed by his cock-juice, Sarah wailed and gasped and pumped away wildly, abandoned to the sensation of their mutual and simultaneous orgasm.

He poured a third stream of cum up her cunt chute.

Then he slowed, gasping, feeling as if his loins had been scooped out and left hollow, as if his very life force had turned to spunk and spurted from his pecker in the frenzied violence of his coming. He held steady, his prick empty but still hard and buried up her quim.

Sarah continued to grind away for a few moments as she worked off the final spasms of her orgasm. Then she relaxed, smiling contentedly.

Jack grinned down at her.

"That was a great fuck, baby," he said. Sarah looked embarrassed.

CHAPTER TWO

"Sometimes I don't understand you," he said.

Jack was still naked on the bed. His dick had softened a bit but had not gone completely slack, for he was a potent fellow. It looped out from his belly in a fat parabola, twitching at the knob.

He was exasperated with Sarah.

The fuck had been wonderful -- the aftermath was a grievous and incomprehensible letdown.

Sarah had looked embarrassed as soon as she had got her rocks off, which annoyed him. And then she had rushed into the bathroom to take another shower and brush her teeth again, as if she couldn't wait to get the taste of his lips out of her mouth and to cleanse his cum from her loins.

Now she was dressing, and as he watched her draw her bikini panties up over her limber hips, his dick pulsed and hardened a bit more, the bow beginning to straighten into a new erection.

She fitted her heavy tits into her bra. "Let's not talk about it," she said.

"That's the fucking trouble... I think we should talk about it, Sarah, damn it all!"

She wavered between anger and embarrassment. He could never tell what she was feeling or thinking -- except when his cock was up her cunt and she was coming.

"I know you aren't frigid," he said. "Why in hell must you pretend you are?"

"I don't. I just... I'm just not depraved."

"Ah, shit," he said.

She pulled her dress on. An evil gleam came into his eyes.

He said, "Hey, my prick is getting hard again, honey. I got to come again."

"I haven't got time now, Jack."

"It won't take long."

"I'm late already."

"Just a few strokes and I'll blow my wad."

"Then I'll have to shower again and get dressed all over and I simply don't..."

"Suck me off," he said.

Her eyes snapped open. She gaped at him. He couldn't tell if she was shocked or outraged or stunned.

He wrapped his fist around the hilt of his prick and gave it a slow push-pull, causing the big knob to flare.

"C'mon," he said. He was annoyed and he wanted to shock her. "Just suck on the head of my dick for a minute, baby. Have a nice creamy drink-on-a-stick." His eyes narrowed. "Then you won't have to shower; you'll just have to brush your teeth."

"You're disgusting," she said.

She walked to the door.

"All right, Sarah," he called after her. "But I'm not gonna go all day with a hard-on, waiting for you to come home so I can have a Goddamn man-on-top-and-no-nonsense fuck like some impotent preacher doing his duty."

"If you don't like making love to me..."

"I can find someone else, is that it?"

She was facing away from him, about to open the door. Her shoulders stiffened. Even from the back, not able to see her face, Jack could tell that she was stricken by his words.

"That's right," he said. "I think I'll pick up some agreeable trollop today. I think maybe that's a fine idea. Maybe I can get my cock sucked for a change."

For a moment she was as still as if she had turned into a block of ice. She gave a little gasp, then she ran out.

Jack scratched his head with his left hand. His right hand was still folded around the root of his prick, which had risen into a rampant tower once more.

He wondered why she had been so startled or shocked -- or whatever the hell she had been.

Then he shrugged.

And since his dick was already in his hand, he began to pump it up and down and soon enough he blew a quick silvery wad of spunk in a loop from his cockhead.

He thought about Sarah when he came. He really did love her. If only he could understand her...

Jack could have understood well enough if he'd had the facts. Sarah's behavioral patterns stemmed from her childhood. She even knew what caused her to act as she did, but knowing did not enable her to conquer her inhibitions, for insight and knowledge are not battering rams with which to break down the walls erected by trauma and emotion.

Sarah would have liked to have been passionate. She often fantasized about fucking Jack in different settings, different positions. She thought about how nice it would be to take the initiative sometimes in their lovemaking. She dreamed about sucking his cock and sitting on his face and dressing up in black stockings and a garter belt for his titillation.

When he'd suggested that she suck him off, her mouth had actually started to water for his prick.

Her reactions had shocked her more than his words.

She wanted to... but she couldn't.

When Sarah had been fourteen years old, her father had brought his mistress home to live with them. The mistress, Wanda, was a redhead with huge tits and a soft red mouth from which a stream of coarse words constantly issued -- the complete antithesis of Sarah's mother, who was slender and willowy and soft-spoken.

Sarah had been scandalized when Wanda appeared as a member of the household. Sarah's mother, however, had been philosophical and resigned in her calm, long-suffering fashion.

"How can you allow it, Mom?" Sarah had asked.

Her mother had sighed and mumbled something about Wanda providing something that Sarah's father needed.

Sarah was just beginning to awaken to the needs of her cunt, and she found herself fascinated by the brash, lewd redhead -- repelled and intrigued at the same time.

She observed her carefully.

This wasn't hard because Wanda never gave a damn who was looking at her, or when.

One day, coming home from school, Sarah had discovered Wanda masturbating. The redhead was on the couch, her skirt pulled up above the waist, a bottle of Scotch in one hand and the other hand skillfully massaging her clitoris.

Sarah had stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. Her mother and father were out and she was alone in the house with Wanda. The moment Sarah realized what the redhead was doing, her pussy began to steam.

"Hey! Come on in and close the fucking door," Wanda had said. "Don't want to get a draft on my hot cunt."

Sarah had gone into the room.

She had watched, absolutely fascinated, while Wanda rubbed her cunt to a froth.

"Ummm, that's better," the redhead had said, after she had shivered through an orgasm. She took a slug of Scotch from the bottle. "That felt so good, I think I'll do it again."

She looked speculatively at Sarah.

"Unless maybe you'd like to do it for me?" he asked.

"Certainly not," Sarah had said, although the idea was not at all unpleasant, she realized to her surprise.

"Not that way, huh? Well don't just stand there gawking, for Chrissake. Sit down somewhere."

Sarah sat opposite Wanda, Wanda fingerfucked herself with obvious delight. Sarah watched and her pussy caught on fire and sure enough, she had to go to her own bedroom where, in privacy, she had masturbated with desperate urgency.

And while she was rubbing herself to a lather, she found herself wishing that she had had the nerve to lift her skirt and do it right there in the living room while Wanda was doing herself, the two of them jerking off and watching each other. The idea was so exciting that it electrified her.

And then, after she'd come, it had filled her with shame.

Wanda, however, was shameless.

And later that same week, Sarah had watched Wanda giving her father a blow job on the same couch.

Sarah hid around the corner, only one big blue eye in sight, and observed in utter awe as the woman's soft red lips had slurped up and down on Sarah's father's thick, gnarled cock. His eyes were closed as he shifted his hips around, fucking into the woman's face. Wanda's eyes were open.

Sarah never knew if Wanda realized she was under observation, but it was a moot point -- Wanda didn't give a damn.

Her father blew a thick gout of cum into Wanda's mouth and the voracious cocksucker purred like a cat at the bowl of cream and gulped it down with relish.

Sarah had had to rush to her room and massage her pussy with both hands, grinding out three wild and turbulent orgasms before she was cool enough to be mortified at what she'd seen.

Sarah was horrified by Wanda.

And yet, that beautiful, terrible thrill was there -- undeniably there -- a dark delight deep in her loins.

She wished that her father would kick Wanda out, yet she knew that she would miss the woman and the aura of depravity that clung to her.

Sarah, at that time, was still a virgin, still quite innocent.

In her innocence, she figured she had a weapon to use against Wanda in her mother's defense, the time that she discovered the lusty redhead having an orgy with three men she had picked up at the corner bar.

Sarah's father had been away on a business trip. Her mother had fled the house when Wanda came home, drunk, with three men in tow, but Sarah had stayed to get the goods on her, hiding in the shadows of the room adjacent and watching with keen interest while Wanda fucked the three fellows in turn, taking each of their pricks into her mouth and sucking it up nice and hard before letting them screw her.

When her father had gotten home, Sarah told him what Wanda had done in his absence, expecting him to be outraged.

He had chuckled and gotten a hard-on and summoned Wanda to his bedroom, where he demanded all the juicy details of the orgy while he banged merrily away at her twat.

Sarah was confused.

She knew full well that her father would have been hurt and scandalized if his wife, Sarah's mother, had cheated on him. And yet, he had been amused and very, very horny at finding out that his mistress had.

Sarah had begun to realize that there were more differences between wives and mistresses than met the eye.

She listened at the door, her eye at the keyhole, trying to find out what those differences were. Through the slot she saw her father sitting on the edge of the bed, the fuck finished but his dick still rampant. Wanda sat on the floor, his prick in her hand, rubbing the bloated knob against her cheek while she told him further details of the gang-bang.

"And the third fellow," she was saying, "his pecker was much bigger than yours."

That wasn't true, Sarah knew as she eyed her father's cock and recalled the cock of the third orgiast. But she realized that truth was not as vital as stimulation.

"I did so want to drink his cum," Wanda had said, rubbing the swollen cockhead under her chin. "But I wanted that big fat dong up my pussy, too. It was such a terribly hard decision for a girl to make." Sarah's father had grinned like a wolf and fed his pecker to Wanda's head and poured a load of hot jism down her throat.

He wasn't jealous at all.

Sarah was dismayed.

And, of course, so hot that she had to fuck herself to a frazzle with a fat sausage.

Then Wanda left.

Sarah never knew if her father had kicked her out or if Wanda had left of her own volition, nor did that seem to matter. That night, hoping to find some answers to the things that perplexed her, Sarah listened at her parents' bedroom door. She was becoming quite adept at such spying, but this time, she knew, it was all in a good cause.

She didn't expect to get horny this time.

But the seeds of perpetual horniness had already been sowed by all the depraved things she had witnessed. She had even wondered -- and been horrified at herself -- if she should offer to suck her father off, herself, to replace Wanda and keep it in the family, as it were. And having seen his huge hard prick, she did not find the idea unattractive -- the fact that it would be incestuous only made it scan more thrilling.

She would never do a thing like that.

But she thought about it a lot.

Then, listening at her parents door, she got some answers -- of sorts -- and with those answers a whole new problem. "I'm glad she's gone," her mother had said.

"More prick for you now, huh?" said her father, laughing.

Sarah could hear her mother panting and she knew that he was playing with her cunt.

Then her mother had said, "Wait, Mike..."

"Yeah?" he grunted.

"I thought... wouldn't you like me to suck your cock for a change?" her mother had suggested.

There was a hollow silence.

Her mother said, "I thought... well, you seemed to enjoy it so much when Wanda sucked you off... I thought maybe you'd like me to do it for you, now, I don't mind, Mike. You could come in my mouth and I'd swallow it and everything, just like her."

"Irma!" Mike had gasped.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"How could you even suggest such a thing?"

"I thought you liked it."

"Irma, Irma, you misguided woman. Do you think I'm so depraved that I would let you, my own wife, suck my cock?"

"I don't see that."

"Let me tell you something," Mike had said with weary patience. "Cock sucking is a thing that sluts like Wanda do. That's why I had her as a mistress, so I could get sucked and screw her up the ass and things like that. Wives don't do things like that. Wives are pure and chaste and innocent. Wives lie on their backs and let their husbands get on top of them and have sex in a normal, natural, wholesome manner."

"Oh," said Irma in a small voice.

"Why, if you ever so much as had a lick of my dick, I'd divorce you," he had said.

"I won't, Mike! I'll never lick it at all, I promise. I just wasn't thinking, I guess."

"In fact, I've been a bit worried about you lately, Irma. When I fuck you, you get very excited. It isn't seemly. Sometimes I think you even come, Irma. I mean, it's all right if you come once in a while if it just sort of sneaks up on you by accident and you can't help it. But you should try not to get so exited, really, dear. It's not seemly."

"I'm sorry," she had wailed.

"That's all women's liberation crap, demanding orgasms and suchlike. All crap. The only women who ought to have orgasms are sluts and libbers and lesbians... all of which are grounds for instant divorce, in my book."

"Yes, dear," said Irma meekly.

"And think of this." Mike was getting excited as he played with ideas, heaving them around like building blocks. "I have to kiss you! When I leave for work in the morning, I kiss you goodbye. When I get home, smack, I kiss you on the lips. Do you expect me to kiss a mouth that's had a cock in it? Huh? Think about that for a minute. Am I some sort of queer that I'm gonna kiss a mouth that's been swallowing cum? Let me tell you, Irma... I never kissed that filthy slut, Wanda, not one single time."

"I'm glad you explained it, dear."

"All right. Now you get on your back and open your legs and give me my marital rights... and for God's sake, try not to get so excited about it that you come. There's nothing more disgusting than some panting broad with a creaming cunt. You got a home to run, meals to cook, a daughter to raise. You can't go around thinking about having orgasms like some tramp!"

"Yes, dearest," his wife had said.

And Mike had mounted her and fucked her for a while and grunted a little as he came, and Irma was very careful not to make any sound at all. If she'd come, she kept it in her hat.

And Sarah, listening at the door to the one-sided sounds of this marital lovemaking, had figured it was a damn good thing that she had not asked her father if he wanted her to suck him off. He would have been scandalized!

Sarah had rubbed herself off where she stood, belly to the door. She didn't know about wives but she knew damn well that fourteen-year-old girls have to come plenty!

Sarah was impressionable.

Her father's words had affected her deeply. In one part of her mind -- the rational part -- she realized that it was nonsense and that he had the wrong idea about how a wife should behave in bed. But in some other, emotional part, the confused girl felt that she had to make a grave choice in the near future -- that she had to be like her mother or like Wanda and that there was no transitional ground between the two.

The mental block went deep.

Sarah couldn't relax and enjoy sex in any way but the most prosaic -- the missionary position.

She knew this was unfair to Jack -- and to herself -- but she couldn't help herself. She often tried to tell him what she wanted in the four-letter words of passion, but those words stuck in her throat -- in that frustrated throat where a cock had never ventured. She often wanted to reach out for his cock but simply could not, always waiting until he guided her hand.

She hoped she would grow out of it.

But so far she had showed no signs. Quite the opposite, in fact -- the longer she lived with Jack and the better she got to know him, the more inhibited she felt in his presence. It would have been easier to relax with a stranger, she thought, but she wasn't the sort of girl who would find herself in bed with a stranger.

It was a vicious circle and it frustrated her every bit as much as it did Jack.

It was because of her past that Jack's words, said in anger, had stunned her so greatly as she stood at the door.

He'd said, "I think I'll pick up some agreeable trollop today. Maybe I can get my cock sucked for a change."

And even though she'd realized he wasn't serious but was only saying that to hurt her, a sudden image of Wanda had flashed into her mind. She stood there -- frozen -- and saw quite clearly an image of that lusty redhead sucking her father's dick.

Only it wasn't her father.

It was Jack.

And she imagined coming home from her charitable work -- that charity work that she did to sublimate her sexual desires -- and finding that Jack had moved another woman in to share their bed. Some brazen, foul-mouthed slut who would give him all the things that Sarah couldn't or wouldn't, sucking his dick and letting him dog-fuck her and bugger her ass and... The image shattered and her eyes filled with a rush of tears.

Then she'd rushed out.

She wanted to turn back to him, to smile and tell him that she had been wrong and, most of all, to begin making it up to him by milking his big dick in her mouth, but she couldn't do that and she'd rushed out, filled with horror at the thought that he might find another girl -- that she might lose him to someone else, or have to share him, because of her self-imposed inadequacies.

My father was wrong! she thought. He wasn't even normal -- bringing his mistress right into the house, having those bizarre ideas about how a wife should behave.

She stopped outside the apartment building, her face flushed. She closed her eyes and a struggle went on inside her head. She felt dizzy. Her mind trembled as the artillery of that combat thundered through her and the marching boots of the combatants tramped through her peace of mind.

And then the block shattered.

Sarah blinked, startled. Then she smiled.

She had done it! She had broken her own inhibitions by the effort of her willpower and the piercing light of her rational mind, aided by the fear that otherwise, she might loose Jack.

As if inhibition had actual weight and had been burdening her with its leaden presence, the girl suddenly felt lighter and more buoyant.

Her face was radiant.

She had cast off the shackles that had bound her and she knew without the slightest doubt that from this moment on, she could behave as she had always wanted to.

And knowing that, the girl was suddenly filled with the urgent desire to fuck Jack again -- in any way he chose.

She hurried back up the stairs.

As she came to the apartment door, and paused. She heard Jack breathing heavily within. She grinned, pleased that he was still excited and then, giggling at her own naughtiness, she leaned down and looked through the keyhole -- a thing she had not done since that memorable time of the menage a trois.

Through the keyhole she could see the bed.

And she looked in just as Jack's speeding hand pumped a wad of spunk from his cock and balls and left him limp and panting and totally spent.

A great disappointment rushed through her, echoing in the chamber of her new sexual freedom.

If only she had come back a minute sooner she could have had that delicious looking load in her mouth!

But then she grinned, ruefully.

She thought: It serves me right. I've made Jack wait so long to get what he wants, it's only fair that I have to wait awhile, myself, now. Tonight... She shivered with expectation.

Jack was in for a treat -- as many treats as he wanted. And Sarah knew that by the time she got home from her day of collecting for charity, she was going to be as eager and as randy and as ready for it as Jack would be.

She knew that she would be thinking about it all day, her mouth watering and her pussy creaming as she walked from door to door. She wondered if she could bear waiting that long. She might even have to go in a bathroom somewhere and rub herself off, she thought, flushing at the idea, for she had given up masturbation when she had moved in with Jack, and it seemed rather naughty for a girl who lived with a man to play with herself like, say, a virgin.

She tiptoed away from the door, not wanting to embarrass Jack by making him aware that she had been a witness to his self-gratification.

By that evening, he would be horny again. Sarah was already hornier than she'd been in years -- since, in fact, she had watched Wanda blow her father.

And so the girl went off to collect for charity. She had no idea that she was going to be giving as much as she collected and that the donations she took in during the course of that day would be seminal.

CHAPTER THREE

"I'm bored," said Barbara Conway. She was standing at the counter in her kitchen, pouring coffee from the electric percolator. She was naked. She did, indeed, look bored -- and jaded, too -- and that was remarkable because there were two naked men seated at the kitchen table.

The men looked at each other, grinning ruefully. They didn't feel inadequate or hurt because Barbara said she was bored, because they both knew that no two men alive could hope to satisfy that oversexed girl for very long.

They had been staying with her for a week and, although they were both exceptionally virile men, they were starting to flag under her sexual demands.

Barbara liked variety and she liked frequency. The men suited her because they were different types. Karl was tall, lean and blond. His icy blue eyes were deep-set in a suntanned face. His body smooth, muscular and not very hairy. He drank his coffee black and parted his hair on the left.

Ray was short and broad with heavy shoulders, a deep chest and bulging thighs. He was muscular, too, but his muscles were more the weightlifter type than Karl's longer, defined ones -- more suited for lifting heavy weights than posing for a body beautiful. He took cream and sugar in his coffee and swept his black hair straight back without a part. His eyebrows were black and bushy and met above the bridge of his nose, a dark line that ran unbroken across his wide brow. He was not as handsome as Karl, but his features were strong and manly.

But the big difference between the two men, as far as Barbara was concerned, was in their cocks.

Barbara didn't give a damn if they parted their hair or took sugar in their coffee, but she had an unholy interest in cocks of all shapes and sizes.

Karl's prick was exceptionally long. The stalk was tubular and the knob flared out like the cap of a mushroom, a big purple slab much wider than the shaft.

Ray's cock was not quite as long as Karl's and was of a different configuration. Whereas Karl had a war club of a dick, Ray had a spear. His pecker was incredibly broad at the base and then gradually tapered down -- or up, if he had a hard on -- to a pointed tip. It was a cock well-suited to prying its way into tight passages -- virgin cunts and assholes, say -- but that was no benefit to Barbara, all of whose bodily openings were well plundered and pliable.

She did like the different sensation that she got from the two differently shaped cocks, however.

Karl plowed up her cunt, his huge peckerhead opening the way for the slimmer rod that followed.

Ray seemed to sneak up her pussy, insinuating his dick in, spreading her cunt wider and wider with each inch of widening cock that slid in.

Barbara had been well satisfied by these two men with their different style cocks.

For a week.

Now she was bored.

Barbara was a sultry girl with long black hair and long, smooth legs. She had high cheekbones, slightly tilted green eyes, and a full, wide mouth. Her tits were not large but they were pert and thrusting, and her nipples were big and taut. She carried her loins tucked in so that her ass, which was shaped like an inverted valentine, thrust out behind. Her willowy torso seemed to curve in a fluid line from ass to tits so that she was almost swaybacked, but in a graceful, designed fashion -- offering tits and ass as the most prominent parts of her body. She had a huge wedge of dark, curly pubic hair, the corners reaching almost to her hipbones and a thin line stretching up from the top of the wedge to her belly button. The curly, ebony coils were set on her belly like a filigree of iron over ivory.

Barbara was twenty-four years old and vastly experienced beyond her years.

She was a remittance girl.

Her wealthy parents had long since despaired of changing her nymphomaniacal behavior, so her father sent her five hundred dollars a week to live away from home and thereby not disgrace the family in their local city. This had been in effect for a year, since her father had found her blowing the Puerto Rican gardener in the garage while the chauffeur awaited his turn.

That had been the last straw.

For one thing, with Barbara living at home it was impossible to keep servants. It wasn't that the servants didn't like the girl, who was kind to them in many ways, but she simply exhausted them with her constant demands on their services. In the last year that she spent at home Barbara had sucked off four maids and screwed three butlers, two chauffeurs, the gardener, and a chimney sweep. She had also fucked and sucked the sons and daughters of the neighbors and been buggered by a Baptist minister.

She had taken no pains to keep her affairs secret from her parents. In fact, she liked to get caught in the act; it made it seem more depraved to be discovered, she thought, and the more depraved a thing was, the more fun.

Since moving to her own home in a different city, Barbara had fucked countless men, in singles and in groups, always tiring of them after a week or so and moving on to another man, or group of men.

Now she was getting bored with Karl and Ray.

Both of these worthy fellows were self-confident, knowing that they were potent beyond the norm, and therefore they were not hurt when she said she was bored. They both realized that no two men could ever satisfy her for long, and their masculine pride could not be injured by the whims of her ways.

Now they grinned at each other and then turned as Barbara brought coffee cups to the table.

"Do you want us to leave?" Karl asked.

"Oh, Christ, no! Not until I get someone else, at least. I always feel so desperate when there isn't a cock available at a moment's notice."

"Well, if you can think of anything we can do to alleviate your boredom?" Ray said.

She considered that offer, leaning back in her chair and placing one foot on the rung, so that her big, bushy cunt wash in full sight. The juicy pink gash bisected the hairy bush like a swampy river running through a tropical rain forest, and at the delta of that river, her clitoris stood out, tingling.

"Well, I think we've already done everything," she said, thinking about it. "Let's see... you've both had your cocks in my mouth, cunt, asshole and hands... two by two, just like Noah's Ark. We've done it lying, kneeling, standing, sitting... in the shower, in the bathtub... did we use my dildo? Oh, yes, I remember. Well, I can't think of any combination that..." Her eyes gleamed like melted jade. "I don't suppose you would consider letting me watch you fuck each other?"

"Certainly not," said Karl.

"Yeah!" said Ray.

"Naw, I didn't think so. Well, fellas, what we have to do is get someone else to join us. Maybe we can pick someone up in a bar or something. Man or woman, it doesn't matter."

"Shall we get dressed, then?" Karl asked.

Barbara grinned. "I'm not that bored," she said.

Karl sipped his black coffee.

Ray sipped his white coffee, with sugar.

And Barbara, who usually took her coffee black, like Karl, said, "I think maybe I'll have cream today." A wicked smile twisted her lush mouth and her green eyes narrowed, gleaming with an unholy light, as if the fire in her brain were being filtered through those jade orbs.

She looked from man to man -- more specifically, she looked from cock to cock. And under the inspiration of her gaze, both big cocks began to rise. Barbara was not at all concerned about which man got hard first -- from which carnal dairy she would take delivery. She just looked at the rising dicks, her eyes sliding back and forth, caressing them with her vision.

It was a close race, but Ray's thick tapering pecker towered to full erection a few seconds ahead of Karl's bludgeon.

Barbara moved her chair to that side of the table.

She had had a novel idea, and inspired as always by variety, her pussy began to flood with cuntjuice.

She cupped Ray's bloated balls.

Holding the cum-laden sac in the palm of her hand, she lifted, as if gauging the weight of his creameries. She pursed her lips. His big cock began to throb and the dark vein pulsed up the underside. The pointed tip came squeezing out of the foreskin like a periscope looking for a vessel to torpedo.

She folded her fist around the root of his fuck stalk and pulled up, curling the foreskin over the ledge behind the cockhead, then pushed back down, drawing his dick tight as a bow string and causing the head to flare.

She pulled up again, sweeping her thumb back and forth across the sensitive spot where the stalk merged with the knob.

Ray grunted and leaned back in his chair, pushing his hips up slightly from the seat.

Barbara leaned forward, concentrating on what she was doing. She was a true connoisseur of cocks and loved to look at them as well as feel them in her. Now she gazed with rapt attention at his swollen cockhead as her hand moved rhythmically up and down the shaft, pushing all the way down to the root so the heel of her fist was pressed to his belly, then skimming back to the crown. She was holding his nut-sacs in her other hand, squeezing gently as if to hasten his orgasm by squeezing the spunk from his balls.

Her hand flew up and down faster and faster.

She leaned closer and Ray hiked his ass higher, expecting her to take his cockhead into her mouth when he was ready to shoot, for be knew she was not a girl who would willfully waste cum.

But Barbara had a different idea this morning. It was something she had never done before and, therefore, it thrilled her.

Still frigging him with her fist, she pulled her other hand away from his balls and picked up her coffee cup by the handle. Holding the cup in front of him, she aimed the head of his prick at the cup.

Ray saw that she had truly meant she would take cream in her coffee, and the idea struck him as so depraved that his loins began to smolder.

Her face was a mask of lust as she stroked his cock with determination, jacking him with the quick, steady strokes that would bring him to a climax fastest.

He was bridged right off the seat of the chair now, his thighs braced and bulging with muscles, his arms hooked over the back, of the chair, his loins poised in the air. Ripples of sensation ran up his thighs and swept down his belly. He could feel his toes curl as the peak approached.

A drop of preliminary cum oozed from the parted cleft of his dickhead.

Barbara gave a little gasp as she saw that thick quick silvery drop trickle down his knob. She licked her lips and her taste buds began to tingle. But she resisted the urge to slurp the succulent, creamy nugget up. She was determined to take cream in her coffee for a change, a taste treat she had not tried before.

She angled the cup, holding it before his peckerhead, and pulled his dick down slightly, so that the snout was directed right at the mouth of the cup.

"C'mon, baby," she whispered, smiling. "C'mon... pour some cream for me." Her fist was clenched tightly around his rod, pumping him purposefully.

Ray whimpered. His eyes closed and his mouth twitched. His belly heaved up as he fucked his prick through her fist.

He gasped.

Barbara whimpered joyfully when she felt the hot sap start to rush up his rod. His shaft expanded in her hand. She pushed down hard and the knob erupted in a gout of creamy spunk. The fuck juice spurted from him in loops and coils -- thick, hot ribbons of spunk pouring out and falling into the black coffee.

Seeing a man come excited her so much, although it was anything but a novelty, that her hand began to falter, missing a stroke, pumping spasmodically.

But it made no difference.

His orgasm had started and it wasn't about to end until his balls had been emptied. A second spun poured from his cockhead, then a third, all of the thick cream falling into the coffee cup. He groaned and settled back into the chair.

Barbara continued to pump until she was sure that she had milked every drop from his pecker. She was grinning with wicked glee.

His cock, momentarily exhausted, began to droop.

She waited, holding it by the hilt, until it had softened and hung out in a bow. Then she dipped the knob in her coffee and used it to stir the mixture. The spunk did not mix very well, she saw.

Cum was not homogenized, like proper milk, and the ribbons of cream swirled around like clouds in a dark sky on the surface of the black coffee.

She released his dick.

Karl's cock, inspired as Karl watched this bizarre pouring of cream, was starting to hum like a tuning fork.

He said, "That coffee is still pretty dark, Barbara... would you care for some more cream?"

"I'm not sure," said the depraved nympho.

She lifted the cup to her lips and sipped.

"Delicious," she said. "It's just right."

She took another sip.

Karl groaned, wondering if his pecker was going to be neglected at this unique breakfast.

But, knowing Barbara, he needn't have worried.

She turned to him. His cock was bucking in front of his lean belly like a bronco trying to unseat a rodeo rider -- eager to throw the tenacious jism from the saddle of passion.

"I think I'll have a roll with my coffee," she said. She grinned devilishly. "A cream bun."

Karl pushed his hips out, offering her his carnal pastry from the tray of his loins. Like Ray before him, Karl expected the cock-hungry wanton to slip her greedy lips over his dick.

But Barbara was truly intent on breakfasting well that morning. The two men had fucked her with vigor all night, and she felt the need of a hearty meal with plenty of calories. She knew that even if a man came with abundance, she couldn't ingest more than twenty or thirty calories from a load of spunk -- hardly enough to satisfy her cravings, merely enough to whet her appetite.

She took up the butter knife and began to spread butter on his cock, coating the bloated knob and slathering the greasy yellow substance down the shaft.

Then she dipped the knife into the strawberry jam and wiped that delicacy onto his prick, as well, giving his balls a few slaps in the process.

"That looks good," she said, gazing at his well coated dick with a glutton's eye.

His pecker throbbed mightily, the dark vein showing through the slippery butter. Giggling, Barbara spooned some sugar onto the sweet confection. This was truly a splendid cream bun, coated with goodness and filled with thick nectar. She held it by the root and looked around the table. There was a honey pot, and she stroked a few dabs of that amber delight onto his cock and balls.

Then she figured she had prepared the feast sufficiently; she didn't want to get sick.

She bend down and licked a tongueful of strawberry jam from his balls. Leaning back, she took a sip of creamy coffee. Ducking down again, she tongued his buttery knob, curling her hot tongue all around the sweet, meaty slab, then began to slurp up the shaft.

It tasted absolutely delicious. The cloying sweetness of jam, sugar and honey and the oily, greasy flavor of the butter were all blended and made palatable by the underlying flavor of hot cockmeat.

She alternated, sipping her spunky coffee, then tonguing his sweet comestible.

After she had licked and laved him for a while, she fitted her lips to the big, blunt tip of his cock and slowly fed the sweet tube into her mouth.

She sucked appreciatively.

Her cheeks hollowed in as she slurped merrily on his peckerhead, then went out like a bellows as she playfully blew down the tube. She was slobbering down his stalk, her saliva running over the butter and jam. She gazed down at her sweet mouthful, her eyes crossing as she looked inward, loving the sight of a fat cock that sprouted from big, bloated balls and terminated in her pursed lips. As she pulled with her lips, her tongue swept back and forth across the underside of his cockhead.

She began to bob her head up and down, feeding his dick right back into her throat and pushing her clamped lips down as far as she could along his thick rod.

His knob lodged in the entrance to her gullet. She drew back, sucking along every precious inch of prick as her lips came up it. His cock was ballooning in her mouth, spreading her lips and forcing her cheeks out. A dreamy expression came into her eyes as she blissfully gobbled away.

Then she pulled her lips from him.

His peckerhead popped out like a cork from a bottle. She had sucked most of the sweet spread from him now. She paused to slather some more butter on his knob, then took a swallow of coffee with jism. When her mouth collared his prick again, it was warm from the coffee. It slid fluidly up and down. The butter liquefied in the heat of her mouth and trickled down his stalk, congealing again on his belly and balls.

She stopped sucking for a while, using her tongue up and down his shaft, lapping his nut-sac, taking a swig of coffee and starting to suck once more.

Then she was sucking purposefully.

She had teased her sweet tooth enough -- now she was ready for a more hearty meal of cum.

Her cunt looked like a cream bun, itself, by this time, as her loins responded to the surge of lust that filled her. The pink lips were unfurled and the slot was filled with frothy cuntjuice. Her clit stuck out like a cherry in a bowl of whipped cream, and that cream, overflowing the hairy bowl, had started to trickle into the crack of her ass.

Barbara had the coffee cup in one hand and Karl's dick in her mouth. That left her a free hand.

She began to finger her pussy.

Ray, who was a keen observer of this breakfast -- he had a vested interest, having supplied the cream for her coffee -- noticed that the oversexed girl was pushing a finger up her hole. Ray had faultless table manners and hated to see anyone play with his food. He also had a hard-on again.

He snatched up a chocolate eclair and knelt in front of Barbara's chair. He took her wrist and pulled her hand away.

Then he began to push the eclair up her cunt. Holding her cuntlips spread, he stuffed the gooey bun right up her hole and spread it around in her crotch. He leaned in and began to eat the eclair out of her cunt, tonguing her clit bud, sucking on the unfolded lips, tracing up the slot.

Barbara moaned with happiness, the sound muffled around Karl's big dick. Finding herself with a free hand, she fingered her stiff nipples, cupped Karl's balls, placed her hand behind Ray's head -- shifting around and, touching here and there.

Ray sucked with gusto.

Cream from the bun slurped into his mouth, and then a finer cream was pouring from her as her pussy ignited. He opened his mouth wide, fitting his lips over her whole cunt, and greedily sucked her cuntjuice out.

Barbara whimpered, her hips shifted as she worked her orgasm off of Ray's eager face. But despite the sensations that racked her loins, the girl continued to bob her head resolutely up and down on Karl's stalk. Despite coming at the crotch, she didn't neglect the hunger in her mouth.

She shuddered as her orgasm reached the peak and her pussy turned incandescent, glowing as it melted.

Then Karl gasped.

Eagerly, Barbara ran her head far down his stalk. He thrust up to meet her descending face and his dick exploded, whitewashing her tonsils with a creamy jet.

Barbara gulped it down, making room for more as he blew a second wad into her cheeks, then a third. She was swallowing as fast as she could but he was coming faster and her mouth was filled to the brim with jism. The thick sap overflowed her compressed lips and bubbled down her chin. Streamers of cum ran down his cock and onto his balls, blending with the butter and jam.

Her table manners were not as exquisite as Ray's, and speaking with her mouth full, she gurgled, "Come, come, come..." and gulped away with rare appetite and ravenous hunger.

Karl threw his head back, groaning as he emptied his balls into her face to the very dregs.

He slumped back on his chair.

Barbara continued to suck until she was sure she had milked every delicious chop of jism from his peckerhead. Then she used her nimble tongue to spoon up the errant drops that had escaped her lips and run down his shaft. She lapped cum from his balls and her tongue darted up and down the stalk and over the head, gathering up every succulent drop of fuck-juice.

"Lovely," she purred, licking her lips.

Ray was still busily munching away on her cunt. He had devoured the eclair by this time, but her cuntjuice was still pouring into his mouth.

She trembled through the spasms of ecstasy.

He looked up, grinning, his whole face coated with chocolate, cream and pussyjuice.

Barbara grinned happily.

"What shall we have for lunch?" she asked.

But now Ray's pecker was thundering again. He had no intention of waiting for lunch.

Breakfast was over but he knew he could have a snack in between. He stood up and drew the willing girl to her feet, then pushed her onto the table, face down, her tits sliding in the butter.

She hiked her pert ass up.

Ray stood behind her and, bending down, pushed his tongue up her asshole. He lapped up the crack, then delved in, lubricating that little brown bud. He grabbed a slab of butter and worked the slippery grease into his pecker until that formidable utensil was glistening from stem to stern.

He fitted his cockhead to her asshole.

"Oh, my!" she cried, delighted at the prospect. He began to work his big, tapered dickhead up her rectum, squirming the oily rod up inch by inch. Her bowels were not inhospitable. They resisted for a moment, then accommodated themselves to his bulk.

His hands flattened on her ass, spreading the cheeks as his fat cock wedged in between them. He worked in until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against her sodden cunt, then his grip moved to her hipbones. Holding her by the hips as if they were handles, he began to pull her asshole up and down on his cock as if he were drawing a tight-fitting boot over a foot.

She squirmed, helping him.

Some wonderful reverse peristalsis within her asshole began to flutter and ripple up his rod.

The resistance was gone. His buttery dick began to slide in and out fluidly as he shoveled the meat to her with vigor, his belly banging against her ass and his balls slapping into her crotch as he rooted in to the depths.

Barbara moaned, grinding her ass back, screwing her asshole onto his cock.

Howling like a wounded buffalo, Ray banged his prick in and hosed her bowels with hot cum.

He drew back, his slippery dick sliding free.

Barbara didn't move, other than to grind her hips and hike her ass up and down. Taking the hint, Karl took up his stance behind her, his dick hard once more, and fed another load of big cock to her asshole.

He creamed in her ass and she came with him, her hot cuntjuice dripping onto the table and melting the butter.

And so, in the end, they managed to get some variety into their love life that morning.

Although Barbara still wanted to find a fourth to make up the next cluster-fuck, she was no longer in such a hurry -- no longer bored. They didn't go out looking for someone. They stayed home.

Barbara's house was on Elmhurst Drive. And as fate would have it, Elmhurst Drive was where Sarah Walters was collecting for charity.

CHAPTER FOUR

Now that she had cured herself of her mental block concerning inventive sex, Sarah was most eager to start experimenting. But it never dawned on her that she might experiment with anyone but Jack, of course -- being uninhibited did not extend to the point of being promiscuous.

Or so she thought.

Sarah was collecting for the Periproct Fund, a charity started by a wealthy proctologist. The goals of this charity had seemed a bit bizarre to her at first, but she was always looking for same worthy cause to which to donate her energies -- and sublimate her sexual desires -- and the good doctor had explained it logically to her.

There was, after all, a heart fund and a cancer fund and there were numerous funds directed at curing complaints of the liver and kidneys, of mental illness and meningitis and cystic fibrosis -- why should the rectum be neglected?

As the good doctor put it: "Woe to the unhappy citizen whose asshole is afflicted. He is the brunt of jokes, the butt of ill advised humor, even the victim of prejudice. He suffers indignities and mortification. In his agony and itch, he is not pitied, ah no! He is laughed at! Yes, the sufferer of an anal complaint is a second-class citizen. And it is our goal, here at the Periproct Fund, to stamp out this unhappy situation and to bring to light the true nature of the noble affliction."

Sarah had been charmed by the doctor, who was an aristocratic chap, and always ready to take up a minority cause, she had willingly agreed to go door to door with the collection box.

It is true that, later, the doctor was arrested for trying a miracle cure for hemorrhoids -- to wit, shoving his cock up the asshole of a wealthy female patient -- but Sarah, of course, was not to know how the fund would turn out in the end.

And so on this fateful day, Sarah started out with her box to seek donations in the suburbs. The trouble began on the subway.

Perhaps there was something about Sarah now -- some lusty glow, some sensual radiance -- springing from her new, liberated attitudes. She had never been troubled by strange men before.

Be that as it may, she sat facing the seats opposite, thinking about Jack and thinking specifically about all the lovely things she was going to do to him and with him when she got home that afternoon. Since it was early in the day, there were few passengers taking the subway out of the city. They were streaming in to work, going in the opposite direction, and in the same car with Sarah, there was only a single passenger.

He had boarded one station beyond where Sarah got on. Although he had his choice of any seat on the train -- but for the one in which she sat -- he chose to sit opposite the girl.

Sarah thought nothing of it. She scarcely noticed the man, in fact, being lost in her daydreams.

She was wearing a shirt that reached to mid-thigh and her knees were slightly parted, showing a brief expanse of smooth white leg disappearing under the mysteries of her skirt.

The man was young, with longish hair and a leather jacket. He slumped in his seat. After a while he got out a package of chewing gum and managed to drop one in their aisle. He had to bend down to retrieve it and from that position, he was able to look right up Sarah's skirt and see the crotch of her panties.

Because she was thinking of Jack, her panties were damp, clinging to her cuntlips.

The man was clumsy in a clever way. He dropped the same stick of chewing gum half a dozen times, taking longer and longer to find it every time.

His eyes were glued on her crotch.

Finally, tired of having to fumble for the gum while his head was tilted back, the interested fellow slid out of his seat and sat down on the floor.

Sarah's eyes were closed as she daydreamed.

Her pussy was twitching and she figured there was no way she was going to get through the day without giving herself a handjob. If she tried it, she would probably cream in her panties.

She thought that was disgusting.

But she was wondering where she would be able to get the privacy to masturbate.

She couldn't very well ask to use the bathroom in one of the suburban homes at which she was soliciting; she had no taste for pubic washrooms in train stations; she was not in the habit of going unescorted to cocktail lounges.

Her eyes flickered open.

She looked straight ahead and because her fellow passenger was on the floor, she did not see him. He was stretched out on his belly, his hand supporting his chin. He was chewing gum and gazing with unadulterated interest up Sarah's skirt. Her gaze therefore passed over him.

Oh! I must have been dozing off, thought the newly uninhibited girl. I didn't hear that young man get off.

She looked up and down the car. All the seats were empty.

They had just pulled out of the last municipal station and were picking up speed as they rolled along towards the first stop in the suburbs. Sarah knew that the train would not be stopping again for at least ten minutes.

She got a brilliant idea!

What could possibly be more private than an empty train? She had a good ten minutes during which she could play with her pussy in complete comfort and privacy. Even the motion of the train was a help. The seat, vibrating under her, was stimulating.

It was a naughty thing to do -- and daring -- but she figured it was safe enough, and she really did feel like giving her cunt a good handjob before she had to start walking from house to house. It would be uncomfortable, asking for donations at the doors while her twat was smoldering away like a glowing ember between her thighs. And how embarrassing if an orgasm sneaked up on her just as she was explaining about the worthy cause for which she was soliciting! She would be mortified!

Yes, obviously the best thing was to take care of her cunt while she had the opportunity.

Yesterday, she might not have had the nerve to do it. But now she had driven out her inhibitions by sheer will power and she was anxious to take advantage of her new freedom to act as her spirit moved her to accept the urges of her mind and body instead of denying and sublimating them.

Sarah closed her eyes again.

She thought about Jack's prick. She imagined how happy he would be when she told him she had changed her ideas -- or, better, when she showed him. She smiled as she imagined his surprise, followed by surging desire when she'd start to lick his prick.

Her hand crept into her lap.

She cupped her cunt through her dress, squeezing and stroking. Her thighs parted further. She tilted her head back against the seat and wriggled her hips.

She lifted her skirt above her crotch and cupped her twat through her panties, rubbing and massaging that hot fuck-box. She hadn't given herself a handjob in ages, and she hadn't been this horny in ages. She sighed with pleasure as her fingers traced along her steaming pussy.

Then she slipped her hand inside her panties and began to rub her cunt with steady strokes, sliding her fingers up the soaking slit and across the throbbing nugget of her clit. Her hips squirmed about and her thighs closed on her hand, then opened wide once more.

These maneuvers had a decided effect on the young man who was stretched out on the floor in front of her -- understandably. His name was Melvin and he rode the subways frequently, always on the lookout for a glimpse of cunt. He usually managed to see at least one pussy a day -- or at least the wedge of panty that covered that pussy -- but never before had he observed a girl masturbating on a train.

His dick was already hard and he was face-down on the floor. Now it surged like a spring, levering down so hard that it lifted his ass right off the floor. Given a cock long enough and a place to stand young Melvin could have moved the world.

His eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs.

The girl looked sweet and demure, but she was obviously a terrible nymphomaniac. Who but a nympho would jack herself off right in front of a strange man? It didn't occur to him that she was unaware of his presence.

I wonder if she's giving me a hint, he thought. Boy, look at her rub that old crotch! Jeez, I can even hear her pussy squish!

Melvin wormed his way closer to Sarah.

"Ummm," she said as she gently inserted her middle finger up her hole. She began to slowly push it in and pull it out, while her thumb switched back and forth across her clitoris like a windshield wiper. Her other hand drifted down. Usually she was a one-handed masturbator, but today she felt so pleasantly randy that she decided it was a two handed task. She pushed her panties below her crotch, not wanting to get cuntjuice on them. Using one hand, she spread her pussy wide open, the other hand dipping and delving up that creamy gash.

Melvin was bobbing up and down on his dick just as if it were a pogo stick.

Sarah was thinking about sucking Jack's cock, her imagination thrilling her every bit as much as her hands. She had never sucked a cock but she had watched Wanda blow her father and she figured she would know how to do it. It didn't strike her as a thing that would require much training.

She was shoving three fingers up her cunt now, using them like a cock. Her pussy clung and clutched. She twisted her wrist, screwing her three digits up the smoldering hole as she thought about sucking cock.

Then she had a naughty idea. She figured she ought to have a little practice before she started to gobble Jack's pecker. Drawing her fingers out of her cunt, she brought them up to her face, still holding them bunched together in a simulation of a prick.

Her fingers were glistening with cuntjuice.

Sarah pushed her tongue out and licked at them. The exotic flavor of cuntjuice tingled on her tastebuds, and she shivered deliciously. She pushed the fingers right into her mouth and began sucking on them, moving them in and out through her pursed lips as if they were a pecker.

The sight of this erotic behavior galvanized Melvin.

His jaw dropped open, his eyes popped out even further and his pecker began to shudder like a lightning rod that had just received a bolt. He rolled onto his flank and whipped his zipper down. His cock came charging out without assistance, bobbing up and down and then pointing at Sarah's crotch, like the needle of some carnal compass directing the way to a sexual pole.

He wrapped one fist around his dick and began to pull it up and down vigorously. His other hand reached out for Sarah's pussy.

Sarah had her head tilted back as she fed herself simulated dick. She was rubbing her clit with her other hand. Now Melvin's hand crept between her parted thighs, not touching her legs. His fingertips brushed her juicy slot.

He pushed three fingers up her cunt.

Sarah wriggled joyfully, still rubbing her clit and sucking on her fingers.

Melvin began to push-pull in and out of her pussy.

Oh, this is very nice, Sarah thought. It's lots more fun to use both hands when I rub myself off. That way I can fingerfuck my hole and still massage my clit. And it's fun sucking on my fingers, too. Pretending they're a prick and tasting my own sweet cuntjuice...

She frowned.

That didn't add up.

She had one hand in her mouth and one hand on her clit and one hand up her hole and that made three hands and...

She looked down.

Melvin had risen onto his knees now, kneeling between her legs. He was fingerfucking her steadily and his other hand jacked up and down on his cock rigorously.

Sarah was dumbfounded.

Her mouth opened to scream, but she realized, just in time, that she was in no position to cry for help. It was all a terrible mistake. She had supposed the car was empty, but how could she explain to the conductor that she was masturbating on his train?

She simply stared at the young man, too shocked to react. Her hips had been squirming and they were still squirming, for although her mind had been stunned, her pussy was still taking great pleasure in being fondled. Melvin was fairly shoveling three fingers up her now, and her cunt was sucking on them.

Abruptly, Sarah realized that she was going to come!

It had all been a terrible mistake but it was too late to do anything about it now.

"Ooooh, don't stop!" she wailed.

Stopping was the furthest thing from Melvin's mind, for he, too, was climbing to the heights of passion. The head of his dick was aimed at Sarah's steaming cunt. His hand sped up and down; his cockhead flared mightily.

Sarah's cunt started to bubble. The slot filled with cream, trickling down her crotch and into the crack of her ass as his fingers pumped it out.

Her whole body was vibrating. She was panting and gasping and moaning and her hips worked like pistons.

"Coming..." she gasped.

"Yeah!" he shouted.

The head of his dick suddenly gave a great lurch and a foamy jet of spunk burst from the tip and shot between Sarah's thighs. She gasped, staring down, seeing everything in slow motion with all her senses speeded up by her orgasm. His cum seemed to float through the air, turning over like a fleecy cloud. The creamy wad splashed right onto her cunt.

Melvin grimaced. He pumped a second load of jism from his dick with a frantic jerk. It skimmed up Sarah's crotch and spread out over her belly. A nugget of cum dropped into her belly button. His third spurt was less forceful, dropping onto her thigh.

Sarah continued to squirm, working her cunt around on his hand and furiously rubbing her clit as she came in a series of breaking waves that drained her pussy.

Then she sat still, staring at the youth. He grinned at her.

My God! What have I done, she thought. "You naughty boy," she said.

"Jeez, lady," he said. "Do you do things like this often?"

And what could she say?

Then the train pulled into the station.

CHAPTER FIVE

"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 be 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 take 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, 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 laving 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 l ever 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 joy 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 skirt. 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, alone 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.

CHAPTER SIX

Barbara answered the doorbell, wearing a negligee and looking slightly disheveled. An aura of sex hung about her. Sarah was a trifle surprised that a housewife would answer the door in that attire, for the negligee was transparent and Barbara's big, curly cuntal bush was visible through the material. Barbara peered at Sarah as if she were studying her. Then she smiled.

"Come on in," she said.

Sarah stepped in. Two men in bathrobes were standing at a bar in the corner. This, like the negligee, surprised Sarah. It dawned on her that this might not be a chaste matron of the suburbs.

"Come on into the other room," Barbara said. Turning to the two men, she said, "Excuse us for a moment, will you?"

She also winked at them, but Sarah didn't see that.

Sarah followed sexy Barbara into a wood paneled room and sat down in the proffered chair. Barbara stood in front of the chair, lighting a cigarette. She put one foot up on the seat beside Sarah, her thigh coming out of the folds of her robe and, pushing it open, revealing a glimpse of dark cunt hair and the pink slit that bisected her bush.

Sarah averted her gaze.

Sarah had figured out that Steve had exposed his cock and balls by design, rather than accident, but in this case she figured it must be an accident. This was another woman and quite obviously heterosexual, since she had two bathrobed men in her house, and so there was no possible reason why she should be putting her pussy on display by design.

Sarah knew there were lesbians lurking about -- she had even encountered one earlier that morning -- but in her naive innocence, she did not know about bi-sexual women.

"What can I do for you?" Barbara asked. And to you, she added, silently.

"I'm collecting for the Periproct Fund."

"Is that a fact? You must be something of an expert on assholes, in that case."

"Well, not really. Not at all, actually. I'm just taking up the collection."

"Still, I imagine you know more about the subject than the average person. I'll be glad to contribute to such a good cause, but first I wonder if you could have a look at my asshole and tell me if it looks all right."

Sarah was flustered.

"I really don't think..." she began, but before she could finish her protest, this remarkable woman had turned around, bent over, pulled up her negligee and flipped her ass into Sarah's face.

Sarah, finding herself confronted by that shapely, heart-shaped bottom, could do little else but look. Because Barbara was bending over with her legs spread, Sarah was also looking at her cunt, which was pink and juicy.

"Well?" Barbara asked.

"It looks fine," said Sarah.

"I just had a couple dicks stuck up there, you see... that's why I was wondering."

Now that she had that brought to her attention, Sarah could indeed see that a trickle of spunk was running down Barbara's crotch from between her nether cheeks. Barbara pushed her ass back further. They were, in effect, cheek to cheek. "I don't think they damaged you," Sarah said.

"Oh, I know that. I've had plenty of prick up there in the past. I just wanted your expert opinion on how my ass looked is all, how it looked to a man about to bugger it."

"It looks very... errr... inviting."

"Might's well have a look at my cunt, too, while you're here," Barbara suggested.

Sarah, who was not stupid -- despite her innocence -- saw that this situation had certain erotic overtones, but she was, after all, a guest in the woman's home and the woman's pussy was right there. So it was no trouble to look.

Barbara was saying, "It looks fine to me, in the mirror, but a second opinion is always wise, don't you think?"

She reached down and spread her cuntlips open with her fingers, so that Sarah was gazing at the dark inner folds. Sarah had never looked closely up a pussy before, and she found herself intrigued by the sight. She also found it strangely stimulating, although she had no idea why that should be, since she wasn't a man.

"It's... very nice," she said.

"Does it look tasty?"

"Errr... I suppose, to a man..."

"Good," Barbara said. She stood up and turned around, placing her foot once again on the chair beside Sarah's leg. "I do love to get eaten out, so I'm glad to know my cunt looks delectable. But then, I suppose every woman feels that way."

Sarah, turning red, said, "I suppose so. I've never been sucked off, myself... but the idea is exciting."

"What? A beautiful blonde like you? Never been gobbled? That's hard to believe."

Because this woman was so forthright, Sarah felt less ill at ease than she normally might have under the circumstances. She said, "In fact, a man was going to eat me just a few minutes ago, but his wife interrupted us. It left me in a terrible state. My pussy is as wet as... as yours."

"You poor thing!"

"Well, it can't be helped," Sarah said.

"Of course it can!"

"What did you... have in mind?" Sarah asked cautiously.

"I'd be glad to suck you off, if you need it," said Barbara.

"Gee, are you... a lesbian?"

"Naw. Lesbians are disgusting. They fall in love and things. I'm just a cuntsucker, pure and simple."

Sarah didn't know what to say. She wanted very much to get sucked off and this woman was tremendously exciting, but Sarah had always supposed that it would be a man's tongue that first got to probe her snatch. Still, a tongue was a tongue. A tongue was sexless and an orgasm was an orgasm... The thought of having that pretty face between her thighs caused her to tingle.

"What do you say? Want some head, honey?"

"Oh, gee... I... I'd like it, but..."

Barbara was not going to waste time in argument or seduction, for she saw how close to the edge this pretty blonde was wavering. She smiled and said. "Just a minute. I'll lock the door so those guys won't bother us."

She moved to the door.

Sarah felt a bit more comfortable with the door locked. She wouldn't want to have a man walk in and catch her with a woman's head between her legs.

She didn't know that Barbara had merely clicked the lock, without really fastening it.

Barbara came back and stood in front of Sarah. "Why don't you take your clothes off?" she said.

"Would you... expect me to suck you, too?" Sarah asked, not at all sure what she thought about that.

"Only if you want to."

Sarah was remembering how her cuntjuice had tasted when she'd licked and sucked her fingers. She was sure that it would taste much better, all hot and bubbling as it came flowing out of a juicy cunt. Her indecision was evident to Barbara who, not wanting to risk losing pussy by demanding head, said, "I'll do you first, then you can do me if you want to, okay?" Sarah bit her lip. I don't know if I ought to do this, she thought.

But even as she thought that her head slowly nodded in the affirmative and her fingers started to unfasten the buttons down the front of her blouse.

Sarah opened the blouse halfway down, then paused. She expected the other girl to make some move, but Barbara just looked at her, smiling slightly as she saw the full, deep cleavage exposed at the opening of the blouse. Sarah realized then that Barbara was not going to help her undress, that she probably wouldn't even kiss her or use much foreplay. Barbara was going to suck her off and that was that -- no frills and no embellishments. And in a curious way, this made Sarah much more agreeable to the idea.

Sarah didn't want to be seduced by another woman -- to snuggle and pet and act romantic. That would have been too perverted for her taste. But she did want to get sucked off -- oh, how she wanted that! And to accept the girl's tongue as an object of pure lust and satiation, rather than an implement of love, appealed to her in her uncertainty.

Perhaps Barbara had foreseen that. At any rate, she merely waited, and after a moment's hesitation, Sarah unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and took it off.

Barbara cupped Sarah's full tits, pushing them together and lifting them. Then she bent down and commenced to lick Sarah's nipples and run her tongue up her cleavage. She purred like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream, and as she tongued the starter-buttons of Sarah's nipples, Sarah began to shiver and throb.

"Take... your... skirt... off," Barbara murmured, pausing for a taste of nipple between each word.

Sarah unzipped her skirt. Hiking her hips up, she pushed it down.

"Your panties, too," Barbara urged.

Sarah squirmed out of her panties, the crotch of which was soaking wet by this time, so that when she kicked them from her ankle they fluttered like a parachute in the air, the filmy body settling over the heavier, dampened crotch.

She leaned back, legs parted, nervous about it but still eager to get a tongue working on her clit and slot. Barbara, however, lingered over her boobs for awhile, licking and kneading those firm spheres. It reminded Sarah of how she, herself, had lingered over Steve's balls and stalk before she got down to the business of sucking on his peckerhead. That remembrance brought renewed surge of fiery urgency to her crotch.

She figured maybe she had better stimulate Barbara a bit, just to make sure that girl did not lose interest or, perhaps, decide that titty-sucking was sufficient. Barbara was still standing, bowing over Sarah's tits like a parent over a cradle. Her long legs were parted. Sarah hadn't yet made up her mind whether she intended to suck some cunt, herself, but she had no qualms about fondling a juicy pussy.

She ran her hand up the inside of Barbara's thigh and began to pet and stroke the girl's flooded twat.

Barbara's greedy quim sucked at Sarah's fingers. Sarah began to finger-fuck her. Barbara gave a little gasp of desire at the sensation, and just as Sarah had hoped it would, the caress made her horny for cunt.

Barbara sank to her knees between Sarah's legs. Sarah pushed her belly out and up, rolling her lush hips from side to side.

Barbara gazed at her cunt for a moment, licking her lips in happy anticipation as she saw that her visitor's pussy was gaping open in a pink oval, the slot filled with creamy cuntjuice and the clit-bud jutting out, taut and tingling.

Then she lowered her face to Sarah's crotch.

She used just the tip of her tongue, at first, running it up Sarah's cuntlips and dipping it into the hot hole and coiling it around the rigid clit, while Sarah squirmed and moaned with pleasure. Then Barbara fitted her lips to Sarah's cuntlips an began to suck with relish.

Ecstasy surged through Sarah, sweeping across her belly and up her thighs and centering in her crotch. Why on earth had she denied herself a pleasure of this degree for so long? she wondered with some vague part of her mind that was still able to think about things other than the immediate sensation of a stabbing tongue and slurping lips.

After a moment, Barbara raised her head and looked up at Sarah's face, her eyebrows raised.

"Ohhh, yes," Sarah sighed.

Barbara grinned, pleased at having introduced a new girl to the joys of cuntsucking.

And that was when Sarah knew that without a doubt, she was going to be gobbling some pussy, herself, before this remarkable day ended.

But first she wanted to get her rocks off. She had to -- her blood felt like molten lava as it stirred through her veins, carrying lumps of lust like igneous rock through her system. She was panting like a steam engine; there was a humming in her ears; her vision was blurred; all her senses seemed numbed but for the wonderful feeling in her flooded crotch.

She arched back in the chair, hiking her belly up and raising her pussy to a higher angle -- tilting her nubile pelvis like a serving tray upon which that delicacy was offered to her hungry friend. She began to finger her own nipples and her face switched from side to side as her hips squirmed. She was manifesting pure lust in these movements, and it electrified Barbara to see how hot her tongue had made this gorgeous charity worker.

Although Barbara was jaded from countless depravities, it still thrilled her to introduce a woman to oral sex for the first time. She was glad that she had taken Sarah into this room alone, winking at her two male lovers to let them know she wanted them to wait before they joined in.

They would come, in time.

But for the moment, that juicy cunt was all hers, and she lowered her face, once more to the flooded slot. She began to mouth Sarah's twat in a changing pattern, much as Sarah had experimented with the various different methods of licking and sucking Steve's dick. She ran her tongue up the gash, flutter-kissed the clitoris, stabbed in and out with a fucking motion. She sucked on the flooded hole and on the tingling clit. Dipping lower, she slipped her tongue into the crack of Sarah's ass and came slurping up with a long, moist stroke that fluttered from asshole to clit.

Then she used her hands as well as her mouth. She held Sarah's cunt wide-open as she tonguefucked it. She rolled her clitoris in her fingers, rubbed it with her palm, then began to finger-fuck her hole with three fingers while she clamped her lips upon the burning clit and started a steady sucking that was designed to bring the buxom blonde to orgasm.

Sarah was sobbing and gasping, panting and whimpering. Her hips worked like pistons at one moment, then seemed to have frozen into position, holding steady while she arched her back. She pushed her crotch out, then tucked it in. She twisted her pelvis, rotating, then pumped it straight up and down. Cuntjuice was gushing from her now, running onto Barbara's lips and tongue in a steady flow. Barbara used her tongue like a spoon, curling the edges up and dipping into the juicy hole for a tongueful of slippery nectar -- like a ladle, stiffened, stirring the swampy cauldron; like a knife, spreading the creamy oil; like a fork, stabbing into the tender feast. Her fingers churned around in Sarah's cunt, scissoring and twisting as they pushed in and out with that regular fucking motion. Her wrist was tilted and she screwed her fingers up the hot cunt as if she were literally digging the orgasm from Sarah's loins.

Sarah began to cry aloud, losing control of herself.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, repeating the sound and then, as she soared to the heights, elongating the same sound: "Ohhhhhh!"

"Come, baby... come..." Barbara murmured, speaking right up that hairy cunt so that the words echoed in the sounding-box of Sarah's loins.

Sarah came.

Long waves of pure joy rushed through her belly and crashed into her twat as her pussy melted and her cunt fluid flooded into Barbara's eager mouth.

Barbara slurped the cunt juice from Sarah's pussy voraciously, gulping it down with rare greed; Sarah shuddered at the peak for long, blessed moments. Then she went limp, feeling as if all her vitality had been dragged from her cunt, leaving her hollow and drained.

Barbara continued to mouth her cunt until she was certain that she had milked every last spasm of lust and every last trickle of cuntjuice from her lover. Then she stopped sucking but continued to slowly run her tongue up the emptied cunt, without passion now, but with affection for this pussy that had given her such a succulent feast.

And if that gentle tonguing happened to get Sarah hot again, Barbara was perfectly willing to suck her off a second time.

But now Sarah had different ideas.

Abandoned to lust, Sarah wanted to suck some cunt, herself.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Although her orgasm had left her crotch sated, a different sort of lust was electrifying Sarah. Imagination flared up as hot as her cunt had been before, and now that she had at long last given herself freely to passion, she wanted to be utterly depraved, experiencing everything.

She knew that later, when she had cooled down, she might have a few misgivings, a few regrets, a touch of shame, but such future considerations were feeble compared to the desire of the moment. And after all, she had already sucked off a married man and been sucked off by a woman -- it didn't seem to increase her guilt much if she happened to eat a pussy along the way.

Her mouth was watering for cunt, no doubt of that.

She remembered how wonderful cuntjuice had tasted when, on the train, she had finger-fucked her mouth after her fingers had been churning up her twat. She had also noticed how much fun Barbara seemed to be having as she frolicked between her legs. The long-legged beauty had seemed to enjoy sucking her cunt every bit as much as Sarah had enjoyed having it sucked. Now she was determined to experience the other half of the oral delight.

Barbara was still lingering over her crotch, slow tonguing up her slit.

Sarah said, "Isn't it my turn now?"

"Ummm," Barbara sighed.

She gave Sarah's cunt a final laving and sat back on the floor, then went back further, resting on her elbows with her knees raised and her thighs spread and her back arched.

She waited for Sarah to come and get it.

Sarah wriggled from the chair onto her hands and knees. She gazed at Barbara's bushy cunt hungrily. Barbara had become very hot and juicy while she was giving head to Sarah, and her pussy was wide open and swampy. Her clitoris stood out like a post. But it was not posting her swampy ground, for Sarah was more than welcome to trespass.

Sarah crawled forward.

It occurred to her that most likely, this would be the only time in her life that she would ever suck a cunt, for she was heterosexual and it was unlikely that circumstances would ever get her this aroused again without a man being responsible. And since this was probably the only time she would experience the pleasure of sucking pussy, she was determined to get full enjoyment from the act while she could.

She began licking up the insides of Barbara's thighs, turning her head from side to side and licking each smooth leg in turn. She moved higher with each switch.

Reaching the apex of those long thighs, she ran her tongue up the creases where they joined Barbara's torso at her hairy vee. Her tongue was paralleling Barbara's flooded cunt but not making direct contact yet. Bypassing the crotch, she moved higher and ran her tongue up the woman's belly, dipping it into her belly button and tracing around the outline of Barbara's pubic mound. She was making herself hungrier by the moment as she delayed feasting upon the main course -- and making Barbara hotter in the process.

Her tongue glided through Barbara's curly, black cuntal thicket like a pink rodent through the undergrowth. Then she smiled and dipped her tongue into Barbara's steaming gash.

She drew back slightly as she savored her first taste of hot pussy, smiling again as she realized that it was as good as she'd expected it to be. Barbara's cuntjuice was flavored like her own, but lapped straight from the fountain, rather than delivered by hand, it was hotter and creamier.

Sarah was ravenous. She dipped her head in and began to tongue Barbara's snatch voraciously.

Barbara's thighs closed around her face, opened wide, closed again. Her belly heaved and her hips twisted. She threw her head back, moaning as she worked her crotch around in Sarah's eager face.

Sarah was slurping away with gusto.

"Oh, you do that good," Barbara groaned.

Sarah smiled at the compliment, her lips turning up as they clamped to the girl's cunt. She knew that she was doing it well. Just as she had discovered earlier with Steve that she had an inborn talent for sucking cocks, so did she now realize that she also had an inherent skill at sucking pussy.

She felt proud.

And she felt hungry as she sucked steadily away, eager to milk a climax from this hairy delicacy.

In the other room, Ray and Karl regarded one another with raised eyebrows, wondering if they had given Barbara enough time on her own. They were both eager to get a bit of the sexy blonde charity worker. Barbara would want a bit of cunt sucking time on her own, but she'd had time enough for that, and they knew that she would welcome their presence once she had her fill of cunt, for Barbara was a girl who figured the more the merrier.

They finished their drinks and took off their bathrobes. Their dicks were rock-hard and ready.

"Heads or tails?" Karl said, fingering a coin.

"Heads," Ray said.

Karl flipped the coin, caught it and slapped it down on the counter.

It was heads.

"Your choice," he said.

"Heads, again," said Ray.

"Right... head for you, tail for me," said Karl.

The two horny gentleman sauntered into the other room, their dicks before them, pointing the way.

Sarah heard them come in and looked up from Barbara's juicy crotch, eyes wide with surprise and chin dripping with cuntjuice. She looked like a wolf that has been surprised as it devoured a fleecy black sheep.

She was embarrassed. It was one thing to eat a pussy and quite another to have two men see her doing it, for she still thought there was something rather perverted about the act -- pleasant as it was.

But she saw that both men were grinning and didn't seem shocked or offended by the sight, and that made her feel more comfortable. They were obviously depraved, as well, and accustomed to such sights as cockless couplings.

She said, "I thought you locked the door."

Barbara whimpered, "Oh, don't stop... I'm just about to come, honey... keep sucking."

Well, Sarah was not about to miss out on that, for she had been looking forward to having Barbara's bushy cunt cream in her mouth. Afraid that she might miss out, she dropped her head back between those slick thighs.

I'll never see any of these people again, she figured. Let them watch if it turns them on, perverts that they are.

But Karl and Ray had no intention of limiting their roles to mere observation. They advanced upon the couple.

Sarah, with her head buried in Barbara's crotch and her ears muffled between her thighs, was like an ostrich with its head in the sand -- she neither heard nor saw the men approach.

Karl knelt behind her upthrust ass and took his long dick in hand, grasping it by the root. He placed his other hand on Sarah's taut ass, as if to hold her steady, and rammed his rod up her cunt to the hilt with the first stroke.

Sarah was surprised by this and might have struggled away from his spike, but at that moment Barbara began to cream and. Sarah could not bear to miss a drop of that delicious treat. She sucked with vigor, gulping the hot cuntjuice down.

Karl held steady, his cock buried all the way up Sarah's cunt but not stroking yet.

He was waiting, politely, for Ray to get located.

Ray stepped across Barbara's shuddering body, facing Karl, and dropped to his knees. His fat prick rested against the top of Sarah's busily occupied head. Then he, too, waited while Barbara moaned through the spasms of orgasm.

Sarah sucked merrily away until she had drained the sweet cunt juice from Barbara's loins.

Oh, I did enjoy that! she thought.

But she had a cock stuck up her cunt and she didn't like that idea. It felt lovely, of course, but she didn't want to cheat on Jack. Cocksucking and cuntsucking had been a novelty, but Jack gave her all the fucking that she needed, and therefore it seemed very unfair to him to let some stranger plow her pussy.

He hadn't started to fuck her yet, he was just holding the full penetration, and she figured she would simply crawl away from him -- would just crawl right off his prick. She raised her head from Barbara's cunt.

And was startled to find a cock in her face.

Ray's stout rod had been resting on her head, and as her face came up the knob slid down her forehead, over her nose and came to rest against her lips.

Sarah went cross-eyed as her gaze turned in and she stared at this fat cock.

Oh no! she thought. I may have done a couple of naughty things already today, but there's no way I'm going to get fucked at both ends by a couple of strangers.

I'll just tell them to desist, she thought.

She opened her mouth to tell them to desist, but she instantly saw the flaw in her reasoning. For the moment her lips parted to speak, she found her mouth stuffed full of cockhead.

She sucked automatically, as any woman will do when she finds a cock in her mouth. She gasped with surprise and the gasp was just the same as sucking -- she was inhaling his cock.

Ray winked at Karl.

Karl began to feed his long dick up Sarah's pussy with rippling strokes, his ass twisting as he corkscrewed in.

Sarah crawled forward to get away from his pecker, but as she did so she found that she was crawling right onto Ray's dick and that the fat knob was pushing right down her gullet.

She crawled backwards to disengage that meaty mouthful and discovered that she was pushing her twat right back onto Karl's big prick.

Sarah saw that there was no escape. She couldn't go forward and she couldn't go backward. She was trapped in a flanking attack, caught in a web of dick, sandwiched between these two impertinent fellows. She felt like a pig on a spit, being roasted over a fire. Their cocks felt so big that she wondered if they were meeting, snout to snout, somewhere in the middle of her torso. She flushed, just as if there really had been a fire under her. And, in a way, there was, for Barbara's cunt was throwing off a tremendous amount of heat under her chin.

Karl fucked her cunt slowly and steadily.

Ray fed his cock to her mouth.

Sarah, realizing that there was no escape for her, decided that there was nothing she could do but stay where she was, kneeling between them, until they had blown their wads and the softening of their cocks would affect a disentanglement.

And since she was there, anyway, it did no harm to wiggle her hips around just a little bit.

And she had to breathe, so she couldn't be faulted if she inhaled the hot peckerhead in her mouth.

It's not my fault, she told herself.

And then it started to feel so good that she didn't give a damn, and she began working her crotch around vigorously and sucking away with pleasure.

Sarah had never expected to get fucked fore and aft in her whole life. Now she saw that it was a delightful position. Since she figured this was the only time in her life she would experience it -- like sucking cunt -- she figured she had best get the most out of it.

She gobbled merrily away on Ray's fat fuckstalk as he fucked in and out of her mouth. His knob was pushing right into her throat, pulling back until it was collared only by her lips, then sliding in again. Her lips were clamped snug to his stalk so that as he pulled back her mouth seemed to be turning inside out. She sucked lovingly on every sliding inch of prick, coming and going, drooling down the shaft, while her tongue began to dance wildly against the veined underside of his rod and knob.

At the other end of this linkage, her hips had begun to roll through a full circle, adding torque to the friction as the huge cock plowed up her cunt. Her pussy was clinging and clutching, milking his cock, wringing it and massaging it.

She was drooling so heavily that saliva splashed on Barbara's belly. Her cunt was overflowing, soaking Karl's belly and thighs and balls.

Her hands were free.

That seemed a waste -- and awkward, besides. She cupped Ray's ball-sac in one hand, fondling his hairy balls as they pressed against her chin. She reached back between her legs and got a good grip on Karl's balls, which had been swinging in and out like the dewlap of a charging moose.

Sarah was once more lost to lust.

She hoped both men would shoot at the same time so that she could know the rare joy of being filled with spunk at both ends -- fairly inflated with cum, like a rubber doll filled with liquid. Timing it, she judged the men's readiness to squirt by the way their balls swelled in her hands and the way their dicks were expanding like balloons in her cunt and mouth.

Karl's dick seemed a bit further along the road to orgasm, so she slowed the gyrations of her pelvis and concentrated on sucking Ray's fat cock. Then Ray seemed to have passed Karl, his cock so huge that it filled her mouth, and she began sucking him with moderation while she ground her hips wildly against Karl's belly.

Sarah was very happy that she had come collecting for charity on this memorable day.

Barbara had been dormant beneath the triple fuck, recovering from the climax she had fed to Sarah. But now, hearing the moist slurping of the girl's mouth and the fluid squishing of her cunt, Barbara began to get randy again.

She sat up. This brought her face up to Ray's ass and she lingered there for a moment to rim his asshole with her pliable tongue.

Then she slipped her head in between his legs and started licking his balls.

Sarah felt Barbara's tongue running around over the swollen handful of ballmeat and decided that there was no need to cup his nut-sac if it was being tongued. That gave her a free hand.

She saw that orgies were not simple, cut and dried affairs -- that it took true ingenuity to fit all the parts together so that they were all linked up with no loose ends. You had to know where the arms and legs went, as well as the cocks and cunts and mouths.

She considered for a moment, then dipped her hand into Barbara's crotch and began to fingerfuck her with a scooping movement of the wrist. Barbara, by way of response, reached around Ray's thighs and began to tweak Sarah's nipples.

Ray saw that hands were being brought into play and he placed his palms against Sarah's cheeks, pulling her head forward and pushing it back in counterpoint to his cock-thrusts, dragging her mouth over his bloated cock like a boot over a foot. Karl had a firm grip on Sarah's hipbones as he hauled her cunt back onto his cock.

The two men were working in unison.

They thrust in at the same time, so that Sarah's mouth and cunt were stuffed chock-a-block full of pecker simultaneously. Her head bobbed up and down and her pelvis was jolted from the thrusts from behind.

Sarah started to come.

Her orgasm seemed to fill her whole body. It wasn't centered in her cunt, as usual, but spread from her fingertips to her toes. Her mouth seemed to be drooling cuntjuice; her throat contracted like a coming cunt; her vocal cords hummed like her clitoris. She felt as if her whole body were evaporating, her bones liquefying, her mind melting along with her pussy.

She gurgled with joy and ecstasy. Feeling her cunt melt on his pecker, Karl growled with passion and slammed in hard, driving his peckerhead into the neck of her womb as his creamy geyser ripped into her.

Feeling her cunt fill with hot cum, Sarah gasped and, gasping, found that she was inhaling Ray's jism at the same time.

Karl poured three solid jets of scum up her cunt, then slowed the pace and trickled some more out, even while his cock was in the process of diminishing.

Ray fed four spurts of spunk to her mouth and gullet, pulling her face forward and grinding his dick into her greedy mouth so far that her lips, clamped around his stalk, came right down and made contact with Barbara's lips, which were sucking merrily away on his balls.

The two drained men pulled away.

Karl's dick slipped from her cunt as if her loins had spilled it out. From the vacated gash, a heavy broth of cum and cuntjuice flowed down her crotch.

Ray's prick popped from her mouth and bobbed up and down in her face as her tongue came out. She lapped away at the tip, gathering a film of jism from the meaty slab.

Sarah was so full of spunk that she figured it was a good thing that cum was not lighter than air -- otherwise she would have floated right up to the ceiling, like a blimp. Then men backed away, grinning and gasping.

Sarah was still kneeling over Barbara. A ribbon of jism was running down from the corner of Barbara's mouth onto her chin, and a streamer of juice gushed from her cunt. Barbara whimpered. Sarah grinned and, lowering her face, completed the orgasm that her finger-fucking had begun -- using her tongue, instead.

It was the charitable thing to do.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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 Sarah 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 bowed 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 hamster, 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.

THE END