"I am not!"

"If you're frigid…"

"Frigid! Why you lowly lout! Get in that broom closet. I'll show you who's frigid!"

Andy smiled.

They went into the closet.

Anna had never been fucked in a closet.

She had been fucked in beds, in automobiles, on floors, on blankets in the woods, in the bathtub, in the shower and, on one memorable occasion, in a meat locker, when she had traded her pussy for a side of beef with a horny butcher, but never once had she been balled in a closet.

The novelty added a certain charm to the setting.

It was a fairly large closet, as broom closets go, lighted by a low-watt bulb hanging on a cord from the ceiling. There were brooms and mops and buckets and a trolley all around, but there was plenty of room for fucking.

Andy was an efficient janitor and he was in his town element. He wasted no time.

He dropped his pants.

Anna's eyes gleamed.

His cock was stout and sturdy, the big purple peckerhead flaring as it loomed up before his belly. It was a blue-collar cock, not at all elegant or refined but gnarled and hard… no figurehead, this, but a practical and useful tool of his trade. It looked long enough to do service as a mop and hard enough to be used as a crowbar.

He grinned when he saw how interested she looked.

"Oh, my!" she said.

"Like it?"

"It's adorable. I haven't had a low-class prick in ages. I'd forgotten how lovely they were."

"Never screwed a janitor, huh?"

"Oh, yes. When I was a kid – that was before I was into women's liberation, by the way – I seduced the janitor at my school. But we didn't do it in the closet, we used the principal's office."

His cock began to thunder as he imagined her fucking when she was younger.

"Started young, huh?"

"Oh, my, yes. I started with my older brother…"