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"Enjoyed?" I asked. I had folded my arms over my breasts. I sat down finally on the bed and pulled the quilt over my body, turning away from him entirely. "Maybe if I pretend you're not there, you'll go away."

He walked over very close to me, holding his erection forward.

"I don't expect you to give me the full treatment, Bea. I already know you want to get married, so no amount of convincing me how much you really love John, as you probably just did with him, would change my notion that marriage is all you are after. What is it you really want in bed?" he insisted.

"You're a sick man, Mr. Somers. You have some hang-up about women that's made you sick," I said, feeling myself starting to come unglued.

"You wouldn't be any good for John. If he has to have a wife, the one he's got is more suited to his personality. Your independent ways would destroy his talent in no time. Why, just keeping track of your comings and goings would be a full-time job," he kept bringing his penis closer and closer.

"What is it you want me to do? I'm leaving here in a day or two. John knows that. As far as I know, I'll never see him again." I was beginning to shake.

"The hysterical woman! Spare me, please." He brought his penis within inches of my face. "Here," he said, indicating his stiff organ. "Take this. It's the best medicine in the world for little girls who have lost their way."

He wanted me to suck his cock. It was a symbolic act of some kind. It would prove in his mind that I was inferior.

It wouldn't work, I thought. It wouldn't work because for one thing, I didn't believe it. It takes two people to make a religion. I was determined to turn the tables on him.

I jumped up suddenly. "Lie down on the bed," I commanded. He appeared stunned, too stunned to disobey. I got on top of him in the sixty-nine position, making sure my pussy was full into his face. He began to protest, but I ignored him.

He was not a strong man or he might have been able to throw me off. As it was I had a devil of a time staying on top of him that way. I sat with my muff full on his head.

His erection had fallen off slightly. I picked it up and, holding it by the base, stuck it into my mouth. I sucked hard on it, stretching it out and rolling my tongue down around and along it. It stiffened back up pretty fast.

He must have been standing there in the dark with his erection for a long time, because there was a lot of pre-seminal fluid in the organ. The sweet, nut-like taste of it was unmistakable in my mouth.

His erection restored, I began blowing him in earnest, rising and failing with my head in a steady rhythm, salivating copiously and sucking at the same time.

It was a short cock, but fit well inside my mouth. I could close down on the base with my lips without any feeling of gagging. On the other hand, it was quite fat, and distended the lips considerably.

His balls hung loosely in a rather flabby looking scrotum. My nose kept poking into the sac as I went down. As I was working, I noticed the skin on the sac begin to convolute as the testicles began to rise.

So far he had not made any attempt to perform cunnilingus on me, and I gave up hoping.

I began to pick up the rhythm of my rising and failing head as his testicles pulled up tighter and tighter. The sac had lost its flabbiness and actually became a tight little pouch under his penis. It began to turn a dark purple red.

As things fast approached a climax, he began to move instinctively in rhythm with my movements. His pelvis made thrusts upward as I drove downward with my mouth.

The scrotum pulled up further and became one fat, tight ball. As it almost disappeared into his groin, I felt the head of his cock swell suddenly inside my mouth. Instantaneously the first squirt of hot come jetted deep down into my throat, I gulped instinctively.

The organ pumped out more in successive spurts. I sucked hard and kept swallowing in deep gulps trying to keep up with the load. I didn't hold back on any of it. When I had swallowed the last drop, I let go of it and collapsed, gasping, my mouth tingling and my throat on fire from the hot sperm.

During the hot flush of swallowing the load I had failed to feel my partner's activity down below. He was muffing me rather crudely without any plan or apparent knowledge of what he was about, but he was trying.

"My dearest Bea," he said, "does that feel good?"

He wasn't going to get me off the way he was kissing me, but it wasn't unpleasant. I especially enjoyed the fact that he was down there after all.

"Fine," I said.

For a lawyer, he made a lousy face man.

"So the three of you were in bed together," I said. Helen and I were sitting at the kitchen table having a second cup of coffee after Jack left for work.

"Yes," she replied, "And your Mr. Young is one of the gentlest men in bed I've ever known."

I felt a twinge of jealousy which I put down right away. So that's where he disappeared! In fact, I hadn't seen him again. Somers and I went downstairs for a drink, after he had given me back my clothes, of course. Somers had mellowed after our encounter. Later, Jack and Helen came down, and we left.

"What did Jack have to say about all this?" I asked. "I thought he was pretty square."

"He wants to please me, Bea. I think he would agree to anything as long as he wasn't left out of it," she said.

"Well, what did you do?" I asked.

"When you and Jack went upstairs, Jack started telling me jokes, dirty jokes. He knows a million of them, as you know. He went through four of them, and then Mr. Somers told a really filthy one. That man has a low opinion of women, Bea. You should have heard that story. Disgusting!" she averred.

"I did an operation head-start on him," I said. "Maybe he has a higher opinion of us now. I remembered how Somers had almost cracked me too. What happened after the filthy joke?"

"Jack told a few more of his traveling salesman ones, and then Mr. Somers said he was tired and wanted to go lie down. He said if we were very tired, he would show us a spare bed upstairs. Jack and I said fine and up we went.

"Well, we both got undressed in the bedroom Mr. Somers had pointed out to us and we were just about ready to get down to business, when in walks Mr. Young, stark naked and carrying his clothes with him.

"He said he was sorry and would be glad to turn the lights out when he left. He said he had been using the bedroom temporarily until he got married.

"I rolled over onto my elbows and told him it was all right. I didn't mind that he had come in, and I told him that Jack didn't mind, and why didn't he just stay." She giggled.

"Why you little devil," I said. "What did he say to that?"

"He looked at me, I mean at what I've got here. You know." She pointed at her breasts. "He said I was a beautiful creature, and that Jack was lucky to have me for a wife."

"Next thing I know, his thing starts swelling, and if he had any ideas about leaving the room, he soon forgot them. He dropped his clothes on the floor and came over to the bed.

"Jack started fussing then, and I kept telling him to shush. Jack was really embarrassed. But Mr. Young started talking to him and pretty soon Jack was all for it.

"Well, Mr. Young lay down on the bed first, on his back. That thing of his was just a rootin' tootin' to go. I wanted it bad too. He told me to get on top of him, which I did, and he put it in. 'Boy,' he said, 'that's wide open country!! On account of the pony, you know.'" She glanced at me shyly.

"Next thing he told Jack to get on his knees behind me and stick his thing up my rear end. Did you ever? Jack really was hot for the idea, too, and he never has suggested anything like that at home. I couldn't believe it.

"He told Jack where to find some cream to use, and Jack went and got it. He put it all over his thing and then rammed it up me. It felt like fire at first, but then all three of us going to town like that together like that, it started to feel good with two things like that in me at once. Have you ever done that?