Schooled for sex

CHAPTER ONE

Whenever Peggy smokes grass she gets horny. Most everything makes her horny but grass makes her lose control. For that reason I rarely let her near my stash, but it was hot outside, life was boring, and any diversion was welcome. I hadn't had a case in two weeks and my private eye's badge was getting tarnished. So I sat on the couch opposite my black secretary and watched her smoke one joint after another.

She had on tight jeans and one of those halter tops with a Mickey Mouse emblem on the front. Her hair had been corn-rowed to make her look even more streamlined than usual. I admired Peggy but she was a slut. Already her hands were getting restless. Those long black fingers seemed to walk around on the couch, looking for a place to alight, and suddenly they crept up her thighs, up her belly, right to her tits. For a moment they caressed those full, medium-sized orbs and then she wrenched them away to roll another joint.

"I think you've smoked enough," I cautioned her.

"Fuck off, Joe," she said nonchalantly. I knew she didn't mean it the way it sounded. Her deft fingers rolled a three-paper joint and she lit it lasciviously. A slight thrill ran through my scrotum. Her fingers had handled my cock just as deftly in the past and it had fitted between her full lips just as nicely as that thick joint. She drew the smoke in deep and her free hand came to rest between her thighs. Her jeans were so tight that the outline of her cunt was indecently visible. Her pussy had lips as full as those on her face, thick brown ones that parted to any finger, tongue or dick in creation. I sighed and accepted the proffered joint. Grass did nothing for me, I only smoked to be sociable. Peggy always made it seem as though it was obligatory. She took the joint back and rolled her tongue around the moistened end of it. Her almond-shaped black eyes bored straight into mine while her thick tongue wallowed around the cigarette, and the hint wasn't lost on me. I did enjoy it whenever she made her tongue about my glands.

"Nice," she breathed, waving the joint about absently. Her other hand was openly rubbing her crotch now. I took a couple of deep tokes and held the acrid smoke down as long as I could, the way she said I should. My head felt lighter but that was it. Not worth fifty bucks an ounce, that was for sure. "Mmmm-mmmm!" she exclaimed, shaking her head and grinning widely. "Oh, what this shit does to me! They should make this stuff illegal for innocent young girls like me! Hey, Joe, is it getting to you yet?"

"I think I'm too high on life to get off on marijuana," I said. My eyes were fixed on that slender black hand moving up and down against the crotch of her jeans. For some reason that intrigued me, especially when the faded blue turned dark with juice around her cunt. Peggy knew I was looking. I tried to look away, to change the subject, but it was as if there was a magnet in her cunt and a block of steel in my head! I kept moving closer and closer, my eyes bulged out, and before I could get a grip on myself I was on my knees between her legs, watching that hand moving around. "Oh, Jesus!" I heard myself say.

"Yeah, baby, it's good! Come closer, watch what I do to myself," she said, rubbing harder. My nose almost touched her hand. I could smell the heady scent of her cunt, I was ready to give in-and then she pushed me away and started to roll another joint.

I sat back down and did my best not to get angry. Joe McCanoczek, the best private eye in Beverley Hills and employer of Peggy, sought after by women everywhere: was I going to let this tramp push me around? She was kneading her tits now, a joint stuck in her mouth, great clouds of smoke wreathing about her face, and her pussy was bobbing up and down, pushing out at me. Ah, what the hell, she was a good kid at heart. But I was wary of the tender trap this time, she was full of tricks. All by herself she started to make love. It was great to watch, even if I had seen her do it a hundred times before. Her fingers closed around her tits and squeezed them through her top, slow, easy, moving down to come back up under the top for more caresses and nipple pinching. Her face was hard to see through the haze of smoke. She was breathing the stuff in like it was fresh air. Now her hands moved down along her flat, hard belly, taking their time and taking their toll on me. She passed the joint to me and undid her jeans. I kept puffing away at the roach and watched. Peggy had some body. As the jeans moved down around her hips she lifted her ass and pushed the garment all the way over her ass and down her thighs. Her stomach muscles hardened for that brief moment, holding her up while both hands pressed into the soft flesh of her cunt before going on with the process of stripping.

The joint burned my lips. With a curse I threw it aside and lay back on the couch. There, at the French windows, was my chauffeur, Vinnie the self-abuser. The disgusting creature had his reddened dick out of his pants and was stroking it with abandon, his rat's eyes fixed on Peggy's restless hands. I returned my attention to Peggy. She had taken her top off so that she could be naked and free. Another joint had materialized. She smoked it with one hand and let the other one wander about her body at will. It paused briefly at her breasts to squeeze them forcibly, then down along her belly, back to her pussy, always everything came back to her pussy. One long, black finger crept down between the corkscrew curls and parted the magenta lips slightly to get to her clitoris. It was as though she was touching me! My cock reared up and, like a retriever, it pointed right at her cunt I wanted to fuck her so badly that I could taste her!

Quickly I slipped out of my clothes and sat next to her. I took the joint from her fingers and stubbed it out, then pressed a crushing kiss to her lips. She responded wholeheartedly. Her arms wrapped themselves about me and pulled me over so that I ended lying half on top of her, half off the couch. My cock pressed against her flesh not far from her pussy and somehow my face got down between her tits. How delicious they were! Never had my mouth been so receptive. The taste of her nipples burned through me as if I'd swallowed a rare delicacy. I couldn't understand it Even the sensory nerves in my fingers were ten times as sensitive as usual. I only had to touch her skin, any part of it, and my fingers felt like they were about to shoot a load! With a moan of surrender I let gravity pull me down on my knees and her cunt pulled my face into its moist enclosure to hold it fast while my tongue dug into her tender flesh.

Peggy sat back and crowed her pleasure to the world. Her legs were as far apart as they could be and one finger titillated her clitoris in time with my tonguing. Her juices spilled over and along my tongue and seeped past my throat, a rivulet of tasty olive juices that seemed to run right down into my balls and swell them further. My hands ran along the outsides of her thighs and squeezed the firm flesh of her cheeks. Peggy's ass had always been her salient feature. It was narrow to look at from the front, but a side view revealed a fine, firm bulge of flesh pushing backward, two of them pressing against each other for support; and when she walked it looked like she had two soccer balls sewn under her dark brown skin, because her cheeks didn't slop from side to side or fold into themselves, they just moved with a capital MMMM!

But, firm as they looked, those buns were soft and pliant, the kind you want to squeeze right off. I tried, but the harder I squeezed the more she liked it My fingers dug into her deep flesh and pulled her ass away from her cunt so that her pussy opened before me cavernously. It resembled the inside of a peach, all pink and edible, and I pushed my face deep into her mickey to slobber up every last drop of juice trapped inside her lips. "Oh Joe!" she groaned, pulling her slit upward out of sheer perversity. "Eat me, Joe, bite me, tongue me, I love it! Yes, dig into my cunt, make me come my brains out! Oh Joe, yes, yes, don't stop now, eat me, eat me, ooooohh Jeeesus! I love it!!" Her hands got hold of my head and pushed it down between her thighs, and her loins moved forward to feed me more, and then her body began to undulate greedily, chafing her curly pubic hair against my cheeks, forcing her cunt around the tip of my nose, squeezing her juices out into my mouth; and all I could do was eat, eat, and eat!

She came several times in quick succession, shuddering and yelling hoarsely. She could have put up with my tongue in her snatch all day but I was getting tired facial muscles. Besides, I was the boss, why should I do all the work? I stood up and rested my hands on my hips. "How about giving me a little feedback?" I asked, though it was less of a question than a command. Peggy smiled and ran her fingernails lightly over the taut skin of my cock.

"I thought you'd never ask, Joe," she said. "Come on, sit down, make yourself comfortable, you know I like to take my time over your dick." I did as I was told, stretching out over the couch and closing my eyes, ready for my treat. Peggy was a great blow job. Her mouth deserved to be preserved in the Smithsonian. Just the touch of her tongue against my glands was enough to send cold shivers through my overheated body. The tip of her abrasive tongue dragged about the tip of my cock, slow and easy, putting on the pressure, rolling from side to side like a happy slug. "I've never seen you so hard!" she said, running her lips down the side of my dick. "Leisure agrees with you, I think."

"Shut up and suck," I told her. Vinnie stood behind Peggy as she bent down over my dick. His beady eyes were fixed on her ass, crawling up her pussy and anus, and his hand was a blur along his stiff cock. "And you!" I yelled. "Don't you have anything to do? Can't you polish the car or something?"

"I waxed the goddamn thing three times already," he said, without taking his eyes off Peggy's ass. "What do you want me to do, take it back to the metal?"

I muttered something and tried to get my mind back on what Peggy was doing. That wasn't hard. Her nimble tongue lapped at my dick with quick, short thrusts, stimulating every part of it in no time at all. Then, taking my head between her lips, she lowered her face so that all of my cock disappeared. It was one of her best tricks. Eight inches of rock-hard meat were swallowed like they were an hors d'oeuvre! She drew back slowly, all the way to the end, and there it was again, towering, wet, light brown with a pink knob. It quivered in the air for a second before Peggy took it down her throat again. She started to move her head up and down more quickly, fucking her own face with my dick, and all I could do was moan and take in more air to keep up with my rising passion. Her whole mouth seemed to be pulsing and quivering around my cock, all of the soft tissue and the warm spit in motion to regale my staff with the finest sensations. And whenever she went right down on me her throat muscles pulsed about my knob as though they wanted to swallow it. I couldn't take this for very long, and Peggy knew it.

"Let me come in your mouth!" I said, driving my cock deeper into her face. "I love it when you swallow it all."

"Only if you fuck me first," she said. She sat up and patted my cock patronizingly. "That's fair, isn't it? Here, have a drag on this, that'll help to make up your mind." She lit another joint, drew half of it down into her lungs, and passed the rest on to me. I didn't want it but I smoked it to get on her good side. Peggy could be a real bitch if she felt like it. But she was determined not to suck me off all the way, and so there was nothing for it but to let her squat on top of me. It wasn't a bad substitute, really. Her cunt was surprisingly tight for a woman who fucked day and night, and when it was right over my cock she moved her muscles inside so that my cock got her pussy confused with her mouth.

I held her by her magnificent buns and helped her as she bobbed on top of me. Her full tits swung from side to side, she bit her bottom Hp, and both hands rested on my chest as she worked her cunt up and down my dick. It looked good from any angle. My cock looked white next to her deep brown skin, and it pushed into her hairy maw bravely each time she came down over it. Then, when her hips rose, it reemerged, a little oilier, a little harder, and ready to dive into her warm body again.

"How's that?" she said, grinning at me. "Isn't that better than getting blown? I like it when you fuck me, Joe, it means you care about me."

"Like hell it does." Strange things were happening inside me. The more I fucked her the more I wanted to fuck her. It wasn't enough to be lying on my back and holding still for her to go through the motions. I wanted to plant it up her, plow and rut, and I wanted to do it right away. Without warning I grabbed her around the waist and pushed her to one side so she toppled off the couch. She cried out but before she could say anymore I was on top of her, mounting her from behind like a horny goat; and when my cock drove deep into her slavering pussy she became quiet again. That felt better. I was on my knees behind her, pushing my cock in from a low angle so I could see her pink, ragged flesh splaying to let me in. Her black asshole peered at me cyclopically, so I poked a finger up it Peggy gave me an ovation for that. My index hooked up inside her back passage and tickled the strange, warm and moist configurations in there, which caused her to buck wildly. I was in a daredevil mood for some reason. Having plugged both holes I wondered what to do with my free hand. Eventually I decided her cunt could take more, so I shoved a finger in alongside my cock to finger and fuck her simultaneously.

Now she was really pretty to watch. With so much meat up her ass and cunt she seemed to be torn between running away from it and sliding back over it Her strong, broad-shouldered back flexed and twisted in indecision, and now and then she looked around to make sure I wasn't about to add more to her erotic burden. After a minute or so she started to get the hand of it, no more ambivalence, just straight lust. "Fuck me, Joe, finger me, fuck me, shove another finger up my ass-oh, that tickles, but don't stop! You should feel how it tickles! Oh my God, I can't be coming again… no, no,nooooooooooom oh Christ, Joe, ravage me!! Yes, yes, aaaaahyessssssss…"

She faded away and I was left dangling from her orifices like an unwanted appendage. To fill in the time I kept on fucking and fingering her as before and it wasn't long before she revived. I removed my fingers and just let my cock ride in and out of her distended pussy, content to feel her flesh brush along the taut skin of my cock. There was no hurry, no rush for the finish. I felt good all over, my body was in tune, I wanted to fuck for the rest of the day. Peggy didn't do anything to discourage me. She kept her ass cocked up at me and her legs apart, even reached back and pulled her cheeks away from each other so that her cunt hole would to too big to bring me undone. We were teasing each other at this point, just shadow-boxing, but what contact there was excited us beyond the ordinary. I closed my eyes and let my body take over, switching over to automatic pilot in order to let the sentient part of me concentrate on the subtle delicacies of her cunt.

And then, when I was least expecting it, something snapped in my balls and I found myself hunching over, grunting, tearing into her with a wild lust that must have been lurking inside me the whole time. I couldn't stop, I was about to blow the works and my sole desire was to do it on the grand scale. Peggy began to yell, she knew what was coming, and her hands released her buns so that they clamped down over my cock and provided it with that extra bit of friction. That did it. With a loud yell I let her have it.

"In my mouth!" she cried. "Quick, put it in my mouth!"

I'd forgotten all about that. She pulled away from me and dove down on my cock just as it released its second series of dollops. She caught them neatly on her lips and licked them off to swallow it all. Before I could spill any she took my cock deep inside her mouth and sucked on it to bring every last drop up from my balls.

"And you don't get stoned," she said when it was all over. "Jesus, Joe, if you only knew what grass does to you."

"I don't feel it," I said stubbornly. In fact my head seemed to be a little askew and I wasn't too sure of the rest of my body. I got up and Looked at Vinnie. He had deposited his feeble ejaculation on the carpet and stood over it holding his raw cock in his hand, looking up at me as if waiting for the same old reproach. For some reason he looked very funny, and I started to laugh. It was the kind of laughter that propagates itself. Once I'd started there was no way of stopping, and pretty soon I was rolling on the floor, pointing at him and laughing myself silly. Peggy joined in, then Vinnie saw the humor and began to cackle.

Luckily the phone rang or we might have done ourselves an injury. Peggy struggled to her feet and answered it. "Joe, it's Mrs. Van de Kut's secretary. She wants to know if you can see her this afternoon about a case. What will I tell her?"

"Mrs. Van de Kut? Say yes," I said. "Jesus, I could use a job right now, especially when a millionairess is asking."

"Mr. McCanoczek is free this afternoon. Three o'clock? Very well, I'll tell him when he comes in." She put the phone down and grinned at me. "It sounds like a big one," she said. "That secretary had the shakes!"

"I don't care if they want me to find their pet poodle," I said, "as long as they pay and it keeps me busy. I'm going crazy just sitting around the house with you two perverts."

"You love us both," said Peggy. "How long have we been working for this uptight asshole, Vinnie? Must be near on ten years, right?"

"Must be, Peggy," said Vinnie. He had tucked his cock back into his pants and almost looked human as he sat down on the couch beside her. "He's just an uncut marshmallow, that's my opinion."

"Ten years! I must be crazy. Anyway, don't go taking me for granted, I'm a man of many moods. You could be fired any day. Nobody's indispensable."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Peggy, impatiently, "now go on up and shower. It's two o'clock already."

Half an hour later Vinnie drove me to the exclusive section of Beverley Hills, the part where only multimillionaires are allowed to live. The car swept by palm trees and sprawling mansions, rolling lawns and vast flower beds being tended by small, swarthy gardeners, sprinklers cast thin streams of water far and wide, everything was peaceful and prosperous. One day I wanted to be able to afford a house here, a place to loll about in and hobnob with the smart set. But for the time being I had to be content with my status as a private dick at the $200-a-day with-expenses level.

Mrs. Van de Kut lived in a palace that had been disguised by a plain facade to fit in with the general condition of democracy. The moment I walked inside I knew it was a feudal barony. The servants were all subdued, half visible, going about their work with their shoulders pulled up as though they were expecting a blow with a knout at any moment. The marble floors, the objects of art, the ornate ceilings, all told me where my place was. My fingers experienced a desperate urge to tug a forelock.

"Mr. McCanoczek?" A sophisticated woman swept along the marble and fixed me with a haughty look. "I am Samantha, Mrs. Van de Kut's private secretary. I have been told to tell you to relax for half an hour or so until afternoon tea has been served. Mrs. Van de Kut is entertaining."

"She might have told me," I said. "This will go on her bill, you know."

"Mrs. Van de Kut will be upset," said the secretary dryly. "Come this way, please." If I could have come that way I'd do nothing else; but I swallowed the little quip and followed her into a room that was less stately and more cozy, but still resembled a baroque ballroom. Samantha pointed at some antique chairs and left me to sit and twiddle my thumbs.

A few minutes later a bright, girlish face appeared around the door. "Hi!" she said, coming in and closing the door after her. "What are you doing here? Waiting for my mother?" Was this Van de Kut minor? My eyes travelled over her young body and my mouth watered. She was nineteen, give or take a year, dressed in jeans and riding boots, a scarlet jacket, and in one hand she held a riding crop. Her body was lean, a small ass and slender thighs, but somehow her breasts had developed at their own pace. They pushed out against her T shirt, arrogant and full, big nipples making emphatic dents. She stood in front of me, hands on her hips so that her jacket was pushed out of the way of her tits. I got the impression that she was using her splendid tits to break the ice between us.

"My name is Joe," I said, after swallowing deeply. What was it with me, anyway. My cock was hard, my breathing seemed inadequate to keep up with my body's demands, all because a young girl came close. Was it the aftereffects of the grass? "What's your name?"

"Martha," she said pertly. She sat down beside me and peered into my eyes. "Do you have a hangover or have you been smoking?" I tried to deny both, but she just gave me a mocking smile. "Your eyes are too bloodshot, it must have been grass. Do you have any with you?"

"No, sorry, all gone."

"What a pity. I'm so bored!" She crossed her legs and leaned against me. "Nothing ever happens in this house. My father's always away and Mother's always entertaining. I wish I could go to boarding school like my sister. But they won't even let me do that… and you know why?" She lowered her voice and looked around before answering her own question. "Because they say I'm a bad girl!"

Now she had my full attention. "Bad in what way?" I asked.

"Do you want to find out?" When I nodded she beckoned for me to follow her out of the house. The French windows led into the gardens, and at the back of them stood a gazebo that was surrounded by trellises bearing a heavy load of vines in flower. Martha checked to see if we'd been spotted, and when she was satisfied that the gardeners were minding their own business, she went inside and closed the door after us. "You know what I like to do?" she asked, looking impish. "Try to guess."

I didn't know what to say. There were many vices that I wanted her to have at that point but none of them seemed to fit in with that blonde, innocent-eyed, angel face. She was extremely attractive, all the more so because she was sitting in the dimness of the gazebo just where a beam of sunlight could highlight her face. Now her eyes looked almost colorless, glowing with light, and her cherub's mouth looked fuller and redder than before. The shading also did wonders for her breasts. She took off that scarlet riding jacket while waiting for my answer, and for a moment it seemed as though her nipples were going to poke holes in her T-shirt.

"You like to blow men?" I asked in a fit of recklessness.

"How did you know! Did someone tell you about me? I bet they did. Men are such gossips." She pouted unhappily.

"No, no one said a word," I assured her. "I just thought of what I would most like you to do, and that was it."

"You like to get blown?" Her tongue ran along her lips and she came a little closer. "I do love to do it Mother said I should remain a virgin till I'm married, but she said nothing about my mouth. Can I do it to you, Joe? I love the feel of cock between my lips, always have. Perhaps I wasn't properly weaned." She laughed shortly at her own joke but then the time for levity was over. Her hands strayed over to my lap where my cock formed a thick ridge of flesh that bulged up under the material of my pants. Briefly I wondered if this was worth risking a good job for. Of course it was. Her face closed in on my lap and her long blond hair fell over her face to make a little tent in which she could work in private. Now nimble fingers were opening my fly. I sat back and marveled at my good luck. She had my cock out and was nibbling at it in the confines of her blondness, hidden from my view but making me very aware of her presence. In my mind I could see those full lips circling about my glands as vividly as I could feel them.

But I wasn't content to just sit there. I wanted to find out what the rest of her was like, especially those outsized tits. While she sucked my cock I rolled her T shirt up until it was bunched about just below her shoulders. Even in that position her tits kept their shape, two full orbs that fitted into my palms perfectly. Her nipples were bigger than before and hard as rubber bullets. Squeezing them was pure joy-but what about the rest of her? Those lean buns intrigued me, and I wanted to see how blond her pussy would be. Martha made no attempt to stop me when I reached down to undo her jeans. It was an awkward business to take off her clothes without disturbing her delicious sucking. In the end she had to take a break to help me out.

"You want to do it to me?" she asked, taking off her T-shirt and then stepping out of her jeans. "Do men do that to girls, or are girls the only ones who eat?"

"No, anyone can eat," I said. My hands came to rest on her hips and I drew her toward me to illustrate my point. Martha grew shy for a moment when I ran a finger down the length of her pussy. She blushed and tried to draw away from me. But I held her tightly and kept caressing her cunt until she understood what it was for. There was a small table behind her. I made her sit on the edge of it and got down on my knees in front of her to pay closer attention to her cunt. It was a gem, a teenage marvel. Her pubic hair was sparse and golden, and it grew down the sides of her pudgy little labia, to peter away before it reached her asshole. Her pussy lips were slightly open and admitted a glimpse of the pink flesh inside. My finger titillated her tiny clitoris for a moment before sliding down deep between her lips. It pressed against that peculiarly convoluted area to have it yield easily, gladly. Her flesh parted now to let the rest of my finger slip inside her. Martha was still uncomfortable but she was also very interested.

"How does that feel?" I asked her, pushing my finger in and out of her moist pussy.

"Very nice," she said, "but my mother said I shouldn't let any man do that to me."

"She's not here to see you, is she?" Martha nodded. That made sense to her, and she relaxed more, giving in to the sensations my fucking finger produced in her. My face came closer and closer, my tongue poked out and there I was, for the second time that day, eating cunt. But how fresh and firm this one was compared to Peggy's! Her juices tasted different, not very sapid, but the fact that they were virginal made all my taste buds stand up and take notice. I took my finger out of her cunt and put my tongue up there instead to suck down more of her nectar. So subtle, so sweet, thick drops of dew slithering down my tongue and right down my throat. Martha leaned back and her sighs were heartfelt. I took her whole cunt into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, then released it and pursed my lips around her hard little clit. She had forgotten about cocksucking, all she wanted now was to be eaten into oblivion. That was a shame. My cock stood up in the air, quivering with impatience. Should I fuck her? It would be lovely to stick my dick into that channel of tightly packed flesh, to stir up more of her virgin's fluids and to see her initiation into the wonderful world of sex.

"Do you want to do it?" I asked her, looking up from her pussy for a moment. Martha was on her back on the table, her legs hanging over the edge limply. She shook her head but both her hands came down to her pussy and held it open for me. What did that mean? I decided to interpret her gesture freely. With one quick motion I was on my feet and my cock pressed into her cunt. My glands was almost inside her when she realized what was happening.

"No!" she cried, sliding back on the table and throwing one leg over the other for extra protection. "I told you not to do that to me! You can do anything else but not that." She got off the table and stood in front of me, close, her hand touching my ravening erection. "Besides, don't you like what I do for you? Isn't that enough?"

"I guess so," I said, but deep down I was disappointed. The knell of her teenage pussy still echoed through me. She was so deliciously tight, so young, so fresh, and if I didn't fuck her someone else would. I wanted to throw her back on the table and shove it into her all the way, and I might have if she hadn't anticipated me. Suddenly she was on her knees, this naked nymphet, and her mouth was around my cock again, and just as suddenly I lost the urge to fuck.

She licked my dick all over and then pursed her lips around it and slithered halfway down my cock. Her little hand closed around the base of my stalk and started to jerk me off in time with her steady sucking. For a girl her age she was very expert at blowing. In no time at all my cock started to throb ominously, my hips began to jerk back and forth, and I kept forgetting to breathe. My hands were on her shoulders, clutching at her flesh while my cock pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth. She couldn't swallow it all, not like Peggy, and so whenever I pushed she moved her head back. But she made up for it by licking my cock with love and moving my knob around her mouth so that her tender flesh brushed past it and cajoled it into blowing.

Sperm burst from my balls. I couldn't hold it back any longer. With a last reserve of strength I grabbed her head and poked my cock down her throat. Martha was so busy swallowing and sucking that she hardly noticed. The little girl had disappeared. Now there was a rapacious woman at my dick, whose mouth resembled a vacuum cleaner and whose hands raked along my ass in, convulsions of pleasure. She sucked and sucked until there was nothing left, and even then she wasn't satisfied. I expected her to withdraw and give me a break, but no, her mouth kept a firm grip on my dick and her lips started to pulse around it like before.

"You're expecting too much from it," I cautioned her. Martha shook her head and when I went limp she just swallowed all of me and suckled it passionately. Warm spit flowed around it, her tongue lapped at my knob, her teeth closed around the stem to tease and threaten me, and before long new pulses of fife ran through my cock. I had to sit down. She followed me on her knees and she held my dick between her teeth to warn me not to escape. Once I was in position she rested her arms on my thighs and got down to some serious sucking. Her pleasure was evident. While she had my cock in her mouth her eyes shone and she moaned and wriggled about in her private ecstasy. All she wanted me to do was sit and take it. I was up for that

It took her longer to bring me off this time. My cock was less sensitive, my balls had to be replenished; but that only made Martha work harder. She kissed her way up and down my cock, licked my balls, swallowed them, ran her tongue along the insides of my thighs, and when she had to take a breather she closed her little fist around my cock and jerked me off until she was ready to eat more. No one could withstand such a determined assault. I could feel my toes tingle and curl, and then the rest of me became very warm, sweat broke out on my brow, my hips got the twitches again. Martha sensed it, too. She took my cock in her mouth and moved her head up and down rapidly, jerking me off with her lips now. "Yesssss!" I hissed, running my fingers through her golden locks. "That's the way, very good, very good, here I come now, watch it uunnnnhhh!" The shell slipped into the breach and was projected against the roof of her mouth, small stuff, the last of my virility. Martha swallowed it happily and stayed down on me in case there was more to come.

"Listen, we really ought to be getting back to the house," I said when it became clear that she had no intention of giving up. "Your mother will wonder where we are."

"Oh yes, her," she said, releasing my cock at last. "She's always spoiling my fun. Will you come back, Joe? We could have such a good time together. Perhaps you could visit me at night, in my room. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"I'd like nothing better," I said, "but let's find out what your mother has in store for me first, shall we? Will you look what you did to my cock. I think it died!" My dick dangled between my legs like a piece of old meat, completely drained. Martha giggled proudly and patted it. "No, don't touch it, I'm afraid it'll fall off."

When we were both dressed and respectable again we sauntered along the lawns and admired the flowers to make our excursion look like one of an horticultural nature. Lucky for us no one had noticed our absence. I got back into the waiting room without Samantha's noticing it. And five minutes later the regal private secretary announced that Mrs. Van de Kut would see me.