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thick, slippery semen was lubricating her clit. It was with some effort that she was able to drag her heated gaze from Jared’s cock up to his face.
    “You…” was all she could whisper before the words stopped coming. Her pink tongue made a furtive circumference of her mouth to moisten lips that had gone dry from her labored breathing. With some difficulty she finished her thought with, “You are wicked.”
    An arched brow raised above an eye that shimmered like wet onyx. “Yes, I am,” Jared admitted. “I want to ask you something.”
    Her right hand moved with an increasingly feverish intensity on her clit. Helen abandoned her breasts, reaching down with her left hand to push two fingers up into her pussy as her right continued its circular pattern on her clit. When she was this aroused, only her pussy mattered.
    She said, “Ask me what?” Helen felt an orgasm approaching at a furious pace.
    “Do you want to suck my cock?”
    She closed her eyes, embarrassment and shame flooding her senses. She nodded.
    “I can’t hear you.” The tone faintly mocked.
    “I want…” she began, but then the words died away. The fingers invading her pussy were now more than merely slick with Jared’s semen. His cum pooled in her thrashing left palm. In a small corner of Helen’s brain that was still capable of coherent thought, she realized that the sheer volume of Jared’s orgasm was many times larger than that of Gregg’s. She felt a trickle of sperm dribble down the inside of her right thigh. She cleared her throat and said declaratively and rather more loudly than she’d planned, “I want to suck your cock.” Several seconds passed before she added, “You bastard.”
    Again, the right side of Jared’s mouth quirked upward in a sardonic grin. “Am I the first man you’ve ever sucked?”
    Helen nodded. Her eyes held desperation in them. The approaching climax brought with it all the subtlety and promise of an earthquake. She whispered, “Don’t d–do this to me.”
    Still calm and dispassionate despite the circumstances, Jared asked, “Are you going to come?”
    “Yes.”
    “Soon?”
    “Yes, damn you!” The three words were filled with feminine desperation.
    “Then, Helen, let me ask you something…” Jared began but then paused teasingly, a master magician in control of an audience in thrall. “When you come, do you want to have my cock in your mouth?”
    “Oh, God!” she shrieked, dropping to her knees, helpless against sensations Jared elicited.
    An instant later she had the plump head of Jared’s cock pressing against the opening of her throat, her lips a snug, pink ring around the pulsing, iron-hard shaft. And a split second after that, her orgasm began with a series of harsh, jolting spasms that shook her voluptuous body. The wet, slapping sound of her palm striking the lips of her pussy as she fingered herself furiously mingling with the high-pitched, almost squealing sound that Helen emitted as she came.
    Four harsh contractions were followed by four more contractions of lessening intensity. When it was finally over, Helen blinked her eyes as though coming out of a trance. She was suddenly aware of the uncomfortable sensation of small pebbles on the rooftop digging into the bare skin of her knees. She still had two fingers inside her pussy, two fingers against her clit, and Jared’s cock still filled her mouth. Her breathing was deep and erratic through her nose. Her heart raced. Her mind whirled dizzily.
    Slowly, Helen leaned away from Jared, letting his erection slide between her lips until he was at last free of her mouth. Hot shame colored her cheeks and ears. She looked down and saw that the hand between her legs was dripping with sperm, and on the rooftop beneath her was a slowly expanding puddle of Jared’s passion.
    She whispered, “So…much…semen,” with a sense of wonder.
    Utterly calm despite the flagrant erection sticking out through his unbuttoned fly, Jared replied, “I