by Norma Egan
Ron was panting. His hard knob-shaped cockhead wept a little juice onto her fingers. Then he was fumbling with the zipper of her jeans, tugging it open. He thrust his big hand inside and under her panties. He touched the warm soft curls of her bush. Jenny almost squealed with horny excitement. She'd yearned for the moment when Ron would actually touch her pussy.
It wasn't like Ron to be so aggressive, but he clearly couldn't control himself which was just what Jenny wanted. With her hot little hand pumping around his swollen cock and her big naked tits rubbing against his chest, he was too excited to hold back. He cupped and squeezed the warm little puff of her bush, then slid his hand lower between her legs.
"Oh, yes, darling," Jenny sighed, "touch me there."
She felt Ron's fingers touching and exploring the fat sensitive bump of her clit, the plump moist lips of her pussy, and the small wet mouth of her cunt. She writhed with horny pleasure. As he played with her hot steamy pussy, she very slowly drew his stiff cock out of his pants.
"You're so hot down there," Ron moaned, "so wet."
"For you, darling," Jenny crooned. "Now you can tell how hard it is for me to wait. I feel that way every time I'm with you."
"Oh, Jesus," Ron moaned. Her eager little cunt had just drenched his fingers with fiery-hot liquid.
Jenny figured she'd better make her move. She'd never seen Ron so aroused before, so out of control, and she might not have another chance soon. She gently removed his hand from her crotch and substituted his cock, bringing the big stiff pole right down between her legs.
As his highly sensitive swollen cock-head touched the slick hot flesh of her pussy, Ron gasped and moaned hoarsely. Then he seemed to turn into an animal. Roughly he tugged her jeans and panties down to her thighs, getting them out of the way, and then he rolled on top of her, pinning her down with his greatly superior weight. Jenny didn't mind the roughness at all. In fact, she was wild with excitement.
"Oh, yes, yes, darling," she cried, "take me. Do it to me, Ron. YES."
She arched her boiling pussy up to meet his jabbing cock. Ron was moaning, whining, as he sought to wedge his huge hard cock-head into her juicy little cunt. Both he and Jenny were so excited that they kept missing the mark, and his big prick-head skidded around on the slick flesh of her gash. Then Jenny whimpered with lusty need as she felt his cock finally gazing the mouth of her cunt.
"NO," Ron gasped.
He leaped off her, turned, and hastily zipped his fly. "Pull your clothes up, Jenny," he said in a strangled voice. "This has gone far enough."
He had his back to her, his big shoulders heaving with the effort to control himself, so he didn't see the look of utter dismay and disbelief on Jenny's face. She couldn't believe what had happened. Another half-inch, another small thrust, and he would have been fucking her. Yet he'd pulled back at the last possible second, leaving both of them in a frenzy of frustration.
It was just too much. Angrily pulling up her clothes, Jenny burst into tears.
"Oh, Ron," she sobbed. "WHY? Why can't we have each other? I don't think I can stand much more of this."
Ron took a deep breath before turning to face her. His fly was still bulging, his face flushed, and he clearly wasn't finding it easy to stop their lovemaking at that point. But Jenny recognized the look of stern determination on his handsome face. Ron had his principles, and he always stuck to them.
"It's hard on me, too, honey," he sighed, "damned hard. But believe me, we'll be glad in the long run if we wait. And, now, I think we better pack up and go home. We don't want to expose ourselves to any more temptation."
Jenny was so angry, frustrated, and bewildered that she hardly spoke on the drive back to the city. She loved Ron, loved him dearly, but her patience was running thin. This had been the most agonizing day of her life. She was tempted to tell him to take his goddamned principles and shove them. What good were his principles if they only made people miserable?
Ron dropped her off at her house, and she took a cool shower in hopes of dampening her aching lust. It didn't work. By then it was time to report for work at the club. Jenny put on her skimpy little costume, threw her coat over it, and drove to work. All that evening while she danced she could feel the hot burning need in her pussy. In fact it was all she could think of.
The more she ached and lusted, the angrier she got at Ron. Damn him anyhow, he had no right to leave her in such an agony of frustration. There was a remedy for it, though. If Ron wouldn't take care of her, she knew someone who would. Yes, dammit, Ron didn't have the only cock in the world, and she certainly didn't intend to go on suffering like this.
As soon as the last dance set was over, Jenny marched into Sid Lewis' office.
"Jesus," he exclaimed, "you look mad as hell. What's the matter? Some of those guys giving you trouble?"
"None of those guys," Jenny huffed. "Some other guy. He got me all turned on, then left me high and dry. I want you to make love to me, Sid. It won't take long, just a quickie. But I want it, NOW."
She was blushing at her own boldness, but she meant every word she said. Sid gawked at her. There she stood drawn up to her full five-feet-eight, her big tits heaving under the skimpy costume, her lovely face flushed with anger. It was a sight to arouse any man. Sid snubbed out his cigarette and got up from his chair.
"Let me get this straight," he said. "Some guy turned YOU down?"
"That's right," Jenny snapped. "He was willing to turn me on, all right, but he doesn't believe in going all the way, if you're not married."
"Shit," Sid exclaimed, "I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I mean the dude must be some kind of nut."
"I sometimes wonder," Jenny sighed. "But never mind him. Are you going to do what T asked?"
Sid grinned wickedly. "Let me get that straight, too," he said. "You want me to ball you, right here and now?"
"That's right," Jenny said grimly.
Sid shrugged. "I'd be a fool to turn you down," he said. "Lock the door, and get undressed."
Jenny quickly obeyed, locking the office door from inside and skinning out of her costume. Naked, she marched over to the couch and lay down on her back. She was still steaming with anger towards Ron for putting her into this position, having to beg another man to relieve the nagging lust in her cunt. But at least relief was on the way.
Sid had more clothes to take off than she did, and as he undressed he ogled her gorgeous naked body. Jenny watched him impatiently, and she was glad to see that his cock was hard and ready to go. When she saw that pale stiff pole poking up from his black bush, her starved little box creamed a heavy load of hot juice.
"Oh, hurry, Sid, hurry," she sighed. "I can hardly stand this."
Sid grinned as he approached the couch. "Somebody pinch me," he chuckled. "I must be dreaming."
"You're not dreaming, dammit," Jenny snapped. "This is serious. I NEED you."
"Need my dick, you mean," Sid said, crawling onto the couch beside her. "You could care less about me. But what the hell, I'm not proud."
Briskly he opened her long shapely legs and knelt between them. Jenny was panting with need, and as Sid sank onto her, she thrust her burning pussy up to meet his cock. They mashed perfectly, his rigid prick gliding deep into her seething horny box. Too bad she and Ron hadn't connected like that earlier!
But now she didn't have to think about Ron. As Sid stuffed her aching little hole with thick hard cock-meat, she moaned ecstatically and threw her arms around him, conscious only of the excitement of fucking. Sid balled her just the way she wanted it, too, rough and fast and deep. The feeling of relief was delicious.
"Oooooo," Jenny whined. "OOOOOO, YES. Fuck me, Sid, ball me. Oh, God, YES."
"Baby, you weren't kidding," Sid panted. "You really need it, bad. I never felt you so hot, and wet before."
"Never mind the talk," Jenny gasped. "Just do it to me."
"Whatever you say," Sid laughed.
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"You getting off, okay, baby?" he panted.
"Oh, yes, YES," Jenny wailed. "Don't stop. Keep doing it to me. I NEED it."
"No shit," Sid panted.
He balled her steadily for about five minutes until her stored-up lust was worked out and her cunt felt a glow of satisfaction. Greedy as she was for sex, she could have gone on fucking all night, but at least her immediate need was taken care of. She waited contentedly for Sid to shoot his load, knowing he never lasted long.
He felt her relaxing beneath him, and he grinned and said, "You finally get enough?"
"Enough for now," Jenny sighed. "You don't have to wait any longer, Sid. You can come now."
"Why, thank you, ma'am," he said dryly. "I believe I will."
He rolled off her, onto his back, and his cock pointed rigidly at the ceiling, drooling big bright globs of juice. Jenny gawked at him, puzzled. "I don't understand," she said. "I thought you were going to come."
He grinned wickedly at her. "Oh, I am, baby," he said, "but not that way. There's another way I like better. And besides, it's time you learned some new tricks."
He drew her over beside him, pushing her down till her face was on a level with his stiff cream-soaked cock. "Go down on me," he ordered.
"Do WHAT?" Jenny said.
Sid sighed deeply. "Oh, yeah, I forgot," he said.
"You're so innocent, it's unbelievable. Well, baby, what I want you to do is give me some head. Suck me off. A blow job. Or if you don't understand any of those terms, I'll make it real plain. I want you to take my dick in your mouth and suck on it. You understand now?"
Jenny blushed beet red. She understood, all right. Sid's crude instructions couldn't have been more plain. She'd read about oral sex, of course, but she'd never tried it, and she wasn't sure she liked the idea. But Sid had helped her out when she desperately needed him, and it was only fair that she do something for him now.
"All right," she said nervously, "I'll try."
"Nothing to it," Sid assured her. "Just get as much of it in your mouth as you can, then suck." Jenny knelt beside his hips and bent her head down till her lips touched the drooling purple head of his stiff-standing cock. She still wasn't too excited about taking that big wet monster into her mouth, but she did it. She opened her lips, brought her head down, and managed to take about half his long thick prick into her mouth. To her relief, it tasted rather nice, light and salty.
"You got it," Sid panted. "Now, go ahead, and suck that dick, baby. Suck it, hard and fast, till I come."
Jenny obeyed, her glossy brown hair flying as she worked her hot juicy mouth swiftly up and down the slick throbbing stalk of his cock. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact it was kind of fun and it was wickedly exciting. Sid obviously enjoyed it, too. He gasped and moaned with pleasure, and his eyes rolled crazily.
"Oh, yeah, baby, YEAH," he whined, "suck that meat. You're doing great. Feels terrific."
Jenny's lips felt hugely spread, and her mouth seemed totally stuffed with thick silky cock-meat, but she was enjoying her work. Big drops of tasty cock-juice dripped onto her tongue, and she swallowed the tasty stuff greedily. Sid's face was flushed with arousal and twisted into a horny grimace. His swollen rosy nut sacs slapped her chin.
"Yeah, yeah," he whined, "terrific, baby. You got a natural talent for cock-sucking. Just a little more now. Almost there."
Jenny increased the speed and pressure of her sucking, and suddenly Sid gave a shrill yelp and began to come. She felt his cock lurch violently on her tongue, and then her mouth and throat were filled with fiery-hot liquid. She liked the taste of it, and as soon as his limp prick had slipped from her lips, she noisily swallowed the whole steamy load of jism.
"Well, I thank you, ma'am," Sid sighed.
"Thank YOU, sir," Jenny grinned.
CHAPTER FIVE
On Monday morning when Jenny arrived at the school parking lot, Ron wasn't waiting for her, which was unusual. Ordinarily he'd be there to give her a kiss hello and ask her how she was. As she entered the school building, she caught sight of him in the hall, but he reddened and hurried away.
Was he feeling guilty about his behavior on their picnic Saturday? Or did he despise her for almost causing him to violate his principles? Jenny didn't know, and she was almost too angry to care. Here she was working her butt off at two jobs, so they could buy a house and get married, and Ron wouldn't even say good morning to her.
Of course he didn't know she was working at the club. Thank God for that. He would have broken off their engagement if he'd known she was dancing nearly naked on a nightclub stage every night. And what if he found out she was balling her boss? It was best not to think about that. Perhaps she should just count her blessings.
Yes, it was fortunate that no one at school knew she was moonlighting at the Jet Set Club. Certainly it would be hard for anyone to guess. At school Jenny wore her long brown hair in a prim bun, and she dressed in flat shoes and tweed suits that concealed her spectacular figure. Few people would believe that quiet, modest Miss Peters was an exotic dancer by night.
Only Jenny herself witnessed the transformation. As soon as school was out each day, she hurried home to grab a bite to eat, grade a few papers, and then change into her costume for the club. Down came the thick long brown hair, off went the old-maidish clothes, and what emerged was a fantastic brunette beauty who certainly didn't look like a high school English teacher.
That night at the club Jenny went through her usual dance routines with the other girls, and there was the usual crowd of boorish drunks yelling lewd comments from the audience. Millie had advised Jenny to pay no attention to the clods, and she usually managed to ignore them, but tonight was different.
There was a distinguished-looking elderly man sitting in the front row of tables, and he never took his eyes off Jenny. He didn't shout, didn't make any remarks, and hardly touched his drink. He didn't even smile or frown. He just stared calmly and steadily at Jenny. It was hard to ignore him, and he began to get on her nerves.
"Who's that old guy in the front row?" she asked Millie between sets. "He won't quit staring at me. It's really starting to bug me."
"I should only be so bugged," Millie sighed. "That's Charles Lane, and he owns about half the city. The guy is worth millions. If he's got his eye on you, you're in luck, honey."
"But he's old enough to be my father," Jenny complained.
"That doesn't make his money old," Millie said. They had to get back on stage, and Jenny didn't have a chance to ask Millie anything more about the mysterious Charles Lane. The old guy was still there, his attention totally focused on Jenny. She tried to ignore him for the rest of the evening, but she felt uneasy knowing how intently he was watching her.
Finally the act was over, and Jenny got her coat and started out of the club. But Sid Lewis popped out of his office and waylaid her, indicating with a jerk of his head that she was wanted inside. Jenny sighed and followed him back into the office. There, seated on the couch, was Charles Lane.
"Jenny Peters, Charles Lane," Sid said, dragging Jenny over to the old gentleman. "Mr. Lane would like to get to know you better, honey. I think it would be a real good idea."
In other words do it. Jenny got the message in the tone of Sid's voice. This was a very wealthy and important customer, and he was to have anything he wanted including Jenny. She tried to force a smile and reached out to shake hands.
"How do you do, Mr. Lane?" she said.
"Miss Peters, I'm delighted to meet you," he said. He kissed her hand.
Up close Jenny saw that he must have been a very attractive man once. For his age, perhaps the early sixties, he still wasn't bad looking. He had a thick head of white hair, a strong stocky body, and was impeccably dressed in an expensive suit. She could practically see her reflection in his highly-polished shoes.
"Perhaps you'd be so kind as to come visit with me for awhile, Miss Peters," he said politely.
"Oh, yes, of course," Jenny stammered, "that would be nice."
"Excellent. Let's go," Charles Lane said.
He gathered up his hat, gloves, and ivory cane. The cane must have been just for ornament, because he didn't use it. He escorted Jenny out of the club and into his limousine. The chauffeur seemed to know where they were going, .because Lane said nothing to him. After a few minutes' drive they arrived at the same expensive hotel where she'd gone with Jay Sanders.
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