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"What's so funny?" Billy demanded.
Jeannine wiped her eyes. "Oh, lord," she said, when she had recovered
her breath. "This is just too much. Too much!"
"Jeannine--"
"And poor Deborah thought she was going to use this to get back at Tom,
right? The dumb little bitch!" She began to laugh again.
"Well...she thought that if he found out--"
"Billy--when Tom Garson finds out, he's going to be the happiest man in
the whole damn world."
"What?"
"And if he knows you told me this, he'll probably be so grateful that
he'll hire you back again."
"Are you kidding?"
"I'm perfectly serious. Not only that--if you play your cards right, he
might persuade Deborah to keep her promise and fuck you after all. Would you
like that?"
"Hell, yes!"
"But first--well, you've kept your part of the bargain, Billy, and now
I'm going to keep mine. I'm going to keep it so well that you may never be
satisfied with any other woman again!" And Jeannine lowered her face to his
crotch once more.
Within two minutes, Billy was sobbing with ecstasy.
If he had thought Jeannine's mouth, lips and tongue had given him
exquisite pleasure before, that was as nothing to what they were doing to him
now. Her mouth was a movable sheath of unbelievable warmth and sensuality, with
no limit to its devouring capacity; her lips a snug yet pliant circle around the
flesh of his cock, sliding lovingly up and down its length, now slowly, now
quickly, with an instinctive knowledge of the rhythm that would give him the
most pleasure at any particular moment; her tongue a tireless caress of moist
velvet, with the ability to lick him into maddening arousal by precisely seeking
out his most achingly sensitive spot, or to seem to twist itself abandonedly
around the entire circumference of his pleasure-crazed penis, writhing and
humping like a warm-skinned snake. When her mouth took the whole length of him
inside her, lips kissing the flesh at the base of his pole, her throat would
open to accept the head of his cock as though she were ready to swallow all of
it right down to her stomach. And would release him reluctantly as her mouth
began the long, slow slide back up.
At first Billy made an attempt to control himself, worried that he might
come too quickly and shorten the undreamed-of pleasure she was giving him; but
he soon gave that up, surrendering himself to the overwhelming sensation. His
hips arched and fell, squirmed and twisted; but Jeannine stayed with him, never
letting him escape her talented mouth, never missing a stroke.
Billy groaned and babbled incoherently, gasped and sobbed, and pounded
the bed with his fists, while Jeannine brought him inexorably closer to climax.
As his tumescent prick twitched and throbbed under her tongue, she began to make
a humming sound around his flesh, a sound that seemed to urge him on, as though
she were eager for the release of his sperm into her mouth.
"I...I..." Billy choked wildly. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna come...Oh
Jesus...Oh god, Jeannine...I'm...Your mouth...Ohh...I can't...I'm gonna
come...Aahh...Aaahh...Unh...Unh...Unnh...Ohh, GOD!! AAAAGGHH..."
Billy flopped helplessly on the bed as his cock jerked and spasmed
inside Jeannine's suctioning mouth, pouring out his come in a series of spurts
that seemed to have no end.
Jeannine swallowed it all. She kept suctioning and swallowing as the
spurts began to get weaker and finally dribbled out. She still held him in her
mouth, as though to get every last drop, until his depleted cock began to
soften. Even then she released him only gradually, her lips and tongue cleaning
him off as he slid slowly out of her face.
Billy lay as if dead, except for his rapid breathing and the little
moaning sounds of blissful satisfaction that came from his mouth. Jeannine rose
from her knees and sat on the bed beside him.
"That," she said, "was only the beginning."
