But the ape prick she imagined fucking her asshole was really just Karl's experienced finger.
Karl as fingering her asshole. Still finger-fucking her cunt, she slid his other hand farther in and began to tease her tight, brown asshole.
The realism of her fantasy astounded Jenny, who still thought that only imaginary ape cocks were fucking her holes. She bunched her fingers together and pushed them into her mouth, sucking on them, pretending they, too, were a prick and that she was getting a three-way fucking. Jenny had never been with more than one man at a time, but she loved the idea. Her mouth felt like a cunt now, her tongue like a clit, her flowing saliva like cuntjuice.
She pushed her fingers in and out of her lips and ground her cunt in Karl's face and felt his finger slip up her taut asshole.
She was ready to cream.
Then she looked down and saw Karl's cum-smeared face between her slick thighs.
Startled, Jenny gave a little gasp, and her orgasm drew back slightly.
It was no fantasy.
That face was real.
Nor was it an animal's face – it was definitely a human face. She was being sucked off by a man! She was being unfaithful to her husband! She certainly hadn't intended to cheat on Hank, and she felt a brief wave of guilt. But it passed immediately. After all, it wasn't her fault. How could she have guessed that there would be a human fly perched outside the window? And for that matter, how could he have expected to find a mouthful of hot cunt on the windowsill? No, it had been an accident, a whim of fate, and Jenny realized she did not have to feel guilty about it.
It wasn't really cheating, either.
It wasn't as if she were fucking him. She didn't think it could even be called adultery.
And it felt so wonderful!
Jenny smiled down at Karl.
She saw his face framed between her parted thighs and through the curving perspective of her tit cleavage. She saw his bushy moustache twitch as it worked away against her bushy pussy, like two sea urchins fucking.
Karl whipped his tongue up her cunthole and, looking up, saw her smiling down at him. He smiled back – although Jenny did not see that smile since it was plastered against her foaming cunt.
When he saw how beautiful the woman was, Karl started to enjoy her tasty pussy even more. She began to grind her cunt wildly in his face, and he started sucking with even more gusto and plowing his fingers up her pussyhole steadily.
"Oh!" Jenny cried.
Then, longer and prolonged and wavering, she wailed, "Oooooh!"
Her pussy seemed to melt as she came.
Karl flattened his tongue against her pussy and slurped up the gash as she came. He lapped her cuntjuice up with ravenous slurps and sucked greedily at her flowing pussy, drinking mouthful after mouthful of the sweet cunt nectar that came gushing from her pussyhole.
He sucked away until he had drained her.
Jenny, dizzy with the thrill, moved away from the window. Her legs were shaky, her knees watery. She felt enormously grateful to the stranger who had given her such unmeasurable pleasure.
And she felt thankful that she had come without actually committing adultery.
Karl signaled and the scaffold rose toward the next level. He opened his fly. His big prick darted out from his trousers like an arrow, the blunt cockhead throbbing and the fat prickstalk pulsing.
Jenny saw that delightful cock elevate.
"Oh, dear!" she sobbed.
The poor girl was in a quandary. She didn't want to cheat on her husband, and, yet, she felt that she owed this window cleaner an orgasm. It wasn't fair to come in his mouth and not let him get his rocks off. If she did that, she would be as selfish as her husband had been that morning when be gave her a fast fuck and shot his wad and went away without bringing her to her peak.
It was all Hank's fault to begin with.
And that prick in the window looked so lovely.
Jenny decided that she simply had to suck his cock.
CHAPTER FOUR
Karl was signaling wildly.
The scaffold was being lifted too high. He wanted his prick to be raised to the level of the windowsill so that his mystery lover could push her pussy onto his cock, but his crew had misunderstood. They were unaware of what was happening and, quite naturally, thought that Karl wanted to be raised up to the next story above.
His face came level with the window on the next floor, and his prick was halfway up the window below, far too high for the girl to mount it – unless she had a ladder, which he doubted – although the whole situation was so strange that he wouldn't have been at all surprised.
He wailed with dismay, thinking that he was again to be deprived of an orgasm.
But the position suited Jenny perfectly.
Karl's cock was level with her tits. His prick was such an adorable cock that, had it been possible, the horny girl might not have been able to resist fucking him, but now she did not have to worry about that temptation. She was being aided by circumstances in her quest for fidelity.
But her mouth was watering.
Jenny had always dearly loved to suck cock. Before she was married, she had sucked every cock that had fucked her – and a few extra, besides. She loved everything about a mouthful of prick – the taste, the texture, the heat – and she especially loved to have cocks shoot in her mouth and, she loved to swallow that delicious cum. But since she had wed, she had not milked a prick other than her husband's.
Now she wondered if cocksucking constituted an act of adultery?
She hoped not.
She convinced herself that cocksucking wasn't adulterous.
After all, she owed this kind fellow a come, and by sucking him off, she was taking the only available course. She was sucking him to avoid taking his cock in her cunt, cocksucking to remain true to Hank, in fact. Cocksucking was the lesser of two evils, and it was therefore justified, she reasoned – and that big prick did look so delicious.
Jenny licked her lips.
She moved to the window again.
Karl stopped signaling, and a smile of pure ecstasy brightened his face as he realized that he had, indeed, been elevated to just the right level. But his smile wasn't just from a pair of lips on his cock.
Jenny didn't touch Karl's prick right away. She was teasing him – and herself – by prolonging the contact as she avoided touching him and savored the pleasure of the anticipation. She leaned close and blew her warm breath onto his cock and balls, loving the way that caused his prick to swell and throb like a steam engine. His cockhead was expanding like a panting lung, and his balls were like over inflated balloons. The dark vein that seamed the underside of his cockshaft was pulsing and writhing.
She could see that his balls were really and truly full of cum and that she was going to get a very satisfying drink. The sight made her drool.
She blew on his cock again.
He moaned against the windowpane above. The glass vibrated, threatening to shatter at the sound.
Jenny figured that she had better take her dress off. His balls were so loaded that she wasn't sure she could swallow all his jism, and she didn't want to get cum stains on her dress and, besides, she preferred to be naked when she gave head so that her tits could participate, too.
She drew her dress over her head and let it flutter down to the floor. She wore no bra – and needed none for her firm, full tits stood out without needing support. Her nipples were like little rockets ready to blast off from the areola launching pads.