"Squeeze it hard, baby. Jerk it good," he moaned, closing his eyes,. hunching with the rhythm of her hand. He knew he could hold out for a long time as full of beer as he was.

She pulled him closer by his cock until he was standing between her legs. With her hand all the way around his cock, she let it slide up over the knob and then back down to his balls. "Tell me, Harvey, who's getting the benefit of this big prong now? Anyone I know?"

"You know I don't come home and brag about my conquests."

"You have a couple of times."

"I'm sorry about that, baby. I must have really been drunk," he said.

"You really were. And you told me about your affair with my best friend. At least I thought she was my best friend before that happened. Come on, Harvey, don't go prudish on me now. Who you slamming it to?"

Her hand was milking at him expertly now, the tip of his long prick nudging at the undersides of her tits, smearing its goo each time a drop appeared.

"Christ honey, I shouldn't tell you this, but you asked. All of a sudden I have this yen for young chicks, I mean real young It probably won't last, but right now I do. You may not believe this, but only yesterday I balled a girl who was only eighteen years old. She didn't have a hair on her cunt, not one, but could she ever fuck."

"I believe it, you perverted bastard," Virginia said. That can work two ways, too, buster, she added under her breath.

She looked at the huge cock in her fist, the protruding head beet-red, dark and ugly, the veins standing out purple and horrible. She wondered what Harvey would do if she bent over and took his cock in her mouth. She'd never blown him because he'd never asked. The urge was strong, but what Virginia Simmas really had in mind was something younger, sweeter, a more succulent piece of meat. Now who was perverted?