3 comments/ 36850 views/ 26 favorites Janet Smith, Cockteaser, Cocksucker By: johnnieblue44 "You just put your lips together and....blow." ******************** She had the bedroom eyes, smoldering sexuality, and the husky, 1-900-number voice of a young Lauren Bacall. Her chest, however, was more reminiscent of Jayne Mansfield's. (Or as Dick Cavett once so famously introduced her onto his show..."Ladies and gentlemen, here they are...Jayne Mansfield.") She was also the executive assistant to my boss who had hired me into the company just three weeks ago, and she conducted herself with the haughty air of a woman who was far above the mere masses. The other women in the office generally loathed her while envying her position in the company and her magnificent body, while to the men, she was just an unattainable pipe dream, an instant professional pink-slip to anyone who dared even flirt with her. So, they ogled from a safe distance. Oh so close, yet oh so far. Janet Smith was her name, approaching her forty-sixth birthday. I had just turned thirty-four and, rather naively, hadn't yet sampled a woman that much older than myself, preferring to still chase after the younger chicks who, as I realized only after Janet turned me into a poster boy for Warren Zevon's song, 'Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me', didn't have a clue when it came to the timeless art of fellatio. You know the song lyrics. C'mon, hum along with me. "She really worked me over good, she was a credit to her gender. She put me through some changes, boy, sort of like a Waring Blender." I was invited out to join in a Friday Happy Hour with my new colleagues to celebrate the departure of one of the college interns, Anna Cousins, who was returning back to Drexel for her last semester. Anna and I had discreetly chosen to celebrate in our own way, as the tall blonde coed had drunkenly accepted my invitation to come back to my townhouse for a personal exit interview. I was making a trip to the restroom before meeting Anna in the parking lot for our rendezvous. I realized that I was taking quite a risk as a newbie dipping his pen into the company ink, but what the hell, I figured, an exception could be made for a departing intern. It's funny how we men can always rationalize our transgressions and risk our careers when a twenty-two-year-old blonde wants to fuck, isn't it? And, so, imagine my surprise when none other than Janet Smith met me in the remote corridor, so narrow that her tits were essentially pressing into my own chest. I looked around nervously, but there was nary a soul to either observe or rescue me. Until that very moment, I hadn't even been aware that she was in the bar. Not that it really mattered, because she hadn't yet spoken a word to me during my short tenure with the company, not even so much as a 'hello'. "Um, hi, Janet," I stammered, glancing around as much in anxiety as it was in a conscious effort not to stare at her heaving chest. "Uh, gee, I hadn't seen you, when did you get here?" Small talk was never really my thing. Lucky for me, Janet wasn't interested in superfluous banter. She raised the glass she was holding and bit on the thin straw with her thin, pink lips. "I want to suck your cock," she breathed in that impossibly seductive rasp. Talk about memorable opening lines. I had no witty repartee to respond to that, although in hindsight, the word, "OK", might have sufficed just fine. Instead, I just gazed at Janet, my mind trying to absorb what she had just said. Just then, another patron in need of relief stumbled past us in the hallway, causing Janet's tits to mash even harder against my own chest. Her face was so close to mine now that I could feel the warm, rum-flavored breath coming from her mouth. "I want to suck your cock," she repeated, in a level, matter-of-fact tone, as if she was asking me to turn in my expense reports. It wasn't as though I had missed what she had said the first time. I tend to pay attention to such utterances. I must admit, though, that my reply was less than eloquent. "You do, huh?" I was trying to buy some time, but my cock had already caught on and was with the program. It hardened beneath my zipper as she felt the involuntary response and imperceptibly eased her pelvis into mine. "Yes, I do. I want to suck your cock." "Here?" "No." "Um, where, then?" "In your car, on the way to my place. Anywhere. And then I want to suck it again. Then again." "You do, huh?" Hadn't I asked that already? Her tits felt so soft against my shirt. "Yep. And then again. All night long. As much as you want me to. I'll suck your cock until you're bone dry." She licked her lips. "Until you're out of cum, and it's all in my stomach." She then offered Plan B as an option. "Or all over my tits, your choice." That was polite of her, I thought. Just then, with less than impeccable timing, I saw Anna Cousins' pony-tailed head peering around the hallway corner. Her look was one of astonishment mixed with disgust. But her appearance gave me a convenient escape, and I made the split-second decision to extract myself from the hungry cougar who had momentarily treed me with her surprise attack. "That's quite an intriguing proposal, Janet, but I really have to go now. Can we discuss it further come Monday?" Anna made no pretense of camouflaging our joint departure from the bar, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed own assistant, Jennie, give me a congratulatory 'thumbs-up' as Anna snuggled up against me as went exited. Anna was high on tequila and God-knows-what other concoctions as she slobbered a wet kiss on me when we reached my vehicle. "I can't believe that old lady. Did she want to fuck you? It sure looked that way." I decided discretion was the better part of valor as I hurriedly ushered Anna's lithe body into the passenger seat. "Actually, she didn't say anything about fucking. She just wanted to give me a blowjob." Anna looked at me wide-eyed initially, but then decided she was up for the challenge, the oral gauntlet having been laid down from a woman twice Anna's age. "What does that old hag know about blowjobs?" Anna leaned over in her seat, unbuckled her seat belt, and buried her head into my lap. One minute later, she passed out into a coma on my lap, and I had to carry her young, lean body up the steps to my condo as she snored and drooled all the way. In Anna's defense, though, when she did wake up seven or so hours later, we did fuck our way into her next semester, punctuating the completion of her internship with the company with a vigorous banging session. Or three. I abbreviated her clumsy repeated attempts at a hummer by flipping her over onto her stomach each time and fucking her senseless, which wasn't as hard as it sounds. She had a head start. But, as I patted Anna's tight little ass as I dropped her back home on Saturday morning, never to be seen again, my thoughts were with Janet. Monday at the office promised to be most interesting. And it was. Though I arrived early, Jennie was already at her desk, and greeted me with a Cheshire-cat smile. Jennie was about my age, and happily married to an ex-Marine, so she was off-limits on several levels. However, Jennie was also a good protector, and she felt the need to break the news to me as she held up her Blackberry. "Looks like Anna advertised your goods, boss. Your days living in blissful anonymity are over. Seems you've been pegged as quite the stud." I read the e-mail where Anna extolled the pleasures of our evening (morning?) together, explained in graphic detail, including name, rank, size, thickness, stamina, and serial number of my cock. "Um," I gulped rather bashfully. "How many people did she send this to, Jennie?" "Oh, not many. Only about half of the administrative assistants in the company, from what I can tell. Maybe you should lay low for awhile and I'll fight off the inevitable curiosity seekers that'll be coming your way." I cupped my head in my palms, legitimately concerned about my future with the company if this correspondence made its way to my boss. Fortunately, the rest of the day passed rather uneventfully, except for the lingering stares of more than a few of the women in the office. I tried to stay at my desk as much as possible, even eschewing a lunch break, and before I knew it, it was past six p.m. and most of the office had emptied out. I figured it was safe to leave, and perhaps the worst was over, the storm had blown over. I packed up my briefcase, preparing to depart down the back exit. That's when Janet Smith suddenly appeared in my doorway, holding her own cell phone. She wore a pale blue button-down linen blouse that accentuated her boobs terrifically and a tight black skirt with the usual high heels. "Truth in advertising?" she asked coyly. "After all, Anna was assisting in marketing, and it seems like she did some product research on a package that was supposed to be delivered to me." I tried to stop my rapid breathing from being apparent, and sank back into my leather chair. Janet shut the door behind her so that it was left open only a crack. She walked over and sat on my desk, directly in front of me, and crossed her legs so that the tight skirt rode up and exposed the lacy tops of her thigh-highs. "Now, just what do we propose we should do about that, Mr. Intern Fucker? What might Mr. Jackson say if he got wind of his new hotshot exec banging his niece on her last day with the company?" My face flushed with fear. Anna was Mr. Jackson's niece!?!? No, it couldn't be, could it? Just my fucking luck. This was getting worse by the minute. Janet reached over to grab my tie and she twirled it in her hands, pulling and stroking on it firmly, toying with me as she licked her lips. "But, maybe we can work something out so that we can make sure that doesn't happen." She stuck a finger in her mouth and sucked on it seductively, the digit disappearing down her throat deeply. Despite myself, I couldn't help but feel the blood rushing directly to my heightening cock. Janet loosened a button on her blouse, revealing the lace of her bra on her impressive full breasts, and uncrossed her legs, showing me a glimpse of a sheer panty covering her crotch. The scent of the woman's arousal began to permeate the small room. She leaned down, giving me a clear look down her blouse, and eased close enough to nibble on my right ear. "Because, in case I hadn't made myself clear, I want to suck your cock." Just as quickly as she had arrived, she then got up from my desk, refastened her button, and left down the hallway. I jacked off on the ride home, unsure about what subsequent days would bring, but turned on beyond belief, caught in the cougar's mind-fuck clutches. On Tuesday evening, I stayed late once again, almost hypnotized by an instinct that Janet would have wanted me to do so. At almost exactly the same time, Janet walked down the hall with a shoulder bag, and before she reached the bank of elevators, she made a quick check of the surroundings. She made a U-turn back to my office. Without a word, standing next to the doorframe, she extracted a huge pink dildo from her bag and began licking on the bulbous head. My door was wide open, anyone could have walked by and witnessed the brazen display. Janet slowly eased about half of the thick shaft into her mouth and started to suck on it enthusiastically, small streams of spittle oozing from the corner of her mouth. She walked over to the chair in front of my desk, sat down, put one leg over the arm of the chair, hiked up her skirt, pulled aside a sheer pink white thong, and stuck the thick head of the device into her bare twat. She twisted the dildo eagerly in small circular motions, then began to pump it in and out of her slit with alacrity, all the while staring me right in the eyes. Precum began to leak out of my cockhead like a faucet and streamed onto my boxers, hidden beneath the desk. With one final thrust, she pushed the pink pole deep into her gash, and then extracted it with a loud 'POP', the sounds of her splashing juices echoing against the walls of my office. She then snaked her long, pink tongue over the pink shaft of the toy before sucking the tip wildly, her hair hanging down and over the dildo now, licking her juices off of the play dong. Just as quickly, she stood up, lowered her skirt back down, smoothed the material, and walked out of my office, but not before mouthing the words, "I want to suck your cock", over her shoulder. The whole escapade lasted perhaps ninety seconds, but long enough to have me shooting another load of jism onto my steering wheel on the commute home. I was sincerely regretting my decision to choose Anna over Janet on several levels, but was entranced by being held sexual hostage by this mature fellatrix of artificial playthings. I wasn't used to being the prey, but I was getting off on it, and wanted more. I saw Janet earlier in the day on Wednesday, and was disappointed to find that she was wearing slacks. Granted, the navy-blue pants hugged her magnificent round ass like a second skin, but I thought that her attire today would preclude any visual entertainment at the days' end. I was mistaken. She arrived a few minutes later than previous evenings, but it was well worth the wait. Janet had on a lemon-colored blouse that buttoned down the front. She also had a gold necklace that hung down onto the top of her cleavage, barely visible, for now, with just two buttons currently undone. She actually looked a bit nervous, and glanced apprehensively down the hall before entering into my office. She had her streaked blonde hair up in a bun, but loosened the clip as her locks fell onto her chest. She had a look of intense concentration, not the hint of the smirks from Monday and Tuesday's shows. Quickly, brushing the hair away from the front of her blouse, she loosened two buttons of her shirt so that it was open nearly down to mid-waist. Her amazingly firm tits poured out from the support of the lacy chiffon half-bra that she wore, which cupped her tits in a manner that they almost pointed due north. I swallowed audibly as I had a full view of the largest areolas that I had ever seen. I glanced down at my desktop, looked at the coaster which was there to hold coffee mugs, and deduced that the coaster's circumference of about five inches wouldn't begin to hold Janet's dark brown circles. Finally, she smiled, seeming to relax when she saw my display of shocked admiration. She took her hands and began to slowly cup her magnificent mounds together, emphasizing the fullness. Without taking her gaze from mine, slowly, with one hand, she lifted up her left breast, and her long, pink, wet tongue snaked from her lips, and she began to trace slow, long circles around her areola, stopping to suck on the erect nipple. My dick began to do frantic push-ups beneath the desk, and my hand involuntarily lowered to stroke it, as much to stop it from painfully bursting through my zipper as anything. Janet chuckled as she saw she was evoking the desired Pavlovian response, and she repeated the action with her right tit, this time drooling a long strand of saliva from her mouth to her nipple, and then she sucked it back up as if she were slurping spaghetti, The necklace jangled between her tits like a leaf caught between two windshield wipers. She let out a soft groan as one finger began to tweak and pull on the nipple that she wasn't sucking, her actions clearly causing self-arousal. This display went on for only perhaps two or three minutes, but it seemed like an eternity, almost as if time were suspended. When she slowly buttoned up her blouse and returned the incredible boobs to their encasement, her hard nipples protruded prominently through the light material. She came over to me, and only then did I consciously become aware that I was still stroking my lap, almost trance-like. "Mmmmmmm," she purred, her eyes riveted onto the trickle of pre-cum now puddling on my tan trousers. She leaned down and whispered huskily into my ear, "I REALLY want to suck that big cock." Tonight, she had added the 'big' adjective to the now popular sentence. I took it as a compliment, rightly so, I presumed proudly. Before she left, she stopped and gave me some fashion tips for the next business day, in a very succinct manner. "Don't wear underwear tomorrow." On Thursday morning, I obediently arrived in the office, hoping that my dark blue suit would camouflage the reality that I was going commando beneath a business suit for the first time. Truth be told, I kinda liked it, too. It was comfortably liberating and, best yet, I felt....very naughty. Only problem was that I had to fight spontaneously-combusting hard-ons that popped up throughout the day, anticipating what had now become our own private end-of-the-day happy hours. Just shy of five o'clock, always full of surprises, Janet appeared outside of my door, calling out to Jennie's cubicle, "I'll need about ten minutes to go over John's next assignment with him, Jen. Mr. Jackson asked me to cover it with him since he's out of town until Monday, but wants it done by close of business tomorrow. So, I'm going to close the door so that we're not disturbed, OK?" Before I could even gather my senses, Janet clicked the door lock behind her, hiked up her tight black skirt, exposing a pair of badly swollen and puffy labia poking out from the perfectly bare slit, framed by the straps of her ebony garter stockings "Are you wearing the same color underpants as me?" she asked, sticking a finger into her gash. I nodded in affirmation. Janet grinned, and gestured with her head towards my crotch. "What a coincidence. Lemme see, I need to be sure. Don't want you violating the company's business-dress policy, ya know. Call it a spot check by the fashion police." Who am I to resist such an order, it wouldn't be very professional, now, would it? Plus, it's only fair, she had showed me hers, showing me that she was 'not carrying', so to speak. I leaned back in my chair, and took my sweet time lowering my zipper, but then had to yank on my shaft a few times before releasing the hound, such was my excitement. There I sat, in all my glory, thick, hard, and proud. I kicked the leg of my desk and my swivel chair rolled backwards toward the window, so that Janet could have an unobstructed view of her own on the object of her stated oral desire. Her eyes widened in obvious lustful appreciation, but then her next words almost deflated my ego for all eternity. "You call that a dick?" she asked disdainfully. For a few agonizing seconds, I was sincerely mortified. No woman had ever once complained about the ol' inventory. As a matter of fact, as my mind raced with insecurity, hey, I had it favorably documented by Anna Cousins just a few days ago, and not only that... Janet interrupted my bruised-ego, internal ramblings, just in the nick of time before I felt myself beginning to wilt. "I call that a big slice of heaven. Holy shit, what a cock!" She walked over to me, holding her skirt with one hand, my eyes focused on the barely discernible glimmers of moisture coating her bright red pussy lips. She straddled me, lap-dance style, and gripped my shaft with one hand, wrapping it tightly in her palm. "Unngh, Christ, I can barely grip this thing." We both looked down to see her fingers encircling my girth. "And I have pretty big hands, too. You are most definitely a two-hander." She took her other hand and pushed my cock against the opening of her slit, and began to rub and grind against it, not inserting the tip into her, but it was close enough so that I felt her juices flowing onto my cockhead. She leaned harder into me, grinding more fervently, and grunted into my ear, "Now, which would you rather have? This dripping piece of hot ass or that skinny little bubblehead coed you had instead of me last week?" Janet Smith, Cockteaser, Cocksucker Janet's competitiveness and sexual comparisons were a bit surprising, but at this point, I had to admit that my choice seemed rather shortsighted. In an attempt to prove that actions speak louder than words, I reached down to grab her ass and tried to pull her steaming cunt onto my cock, but she forcefully slapped my hand away from her buttocks. "Oh, so NOW you wanna fuck me, huh? What kind of executive are you gonna make if you made a conscious decision to turn me down after I told you that I wanted to suck your cock?" I stared at her wide-eyed, now afraid to answer her rhetorical inquiry. It was a good question, especially since I was currently an executive with his cock out, being dry-humped by my boss' assistant. There seemed to be no right answer, so I clammed up. Janet rose from her squatting position, and I saw the puddle of her nectars splashed all over my lap. She took the back of my head roughly in her hands and fell back prone onto the top of my desk, legs spread lewdly, and pushed my nose within the proverbial cunt hair of her twat. (She had no pubic hair, she was shaved completely bald. But, if she had only one hair, I would be that close. Have the visual?) The glistening pussy lips were thick and the brightest of pink, the folds of her labia majora extending prominently from her mons and barely covering her clit, which was poking through the flaps. She smelled sweetly pungent, and then she took her other hand and pulled her gash apart so that I got a birds-eye view of the beautiful vaginal scenery centimeters from my face, and her middle finger began to circle her clit slowly. "This is what I've been doing this week, imagining that big pole of yours in my mouth, tasting your cum, milking your balls dry, and then doing it again. I really want to suck your cock, have I mentioned that?" I think I recall words to that effect, yes. She pushed me back onto my chair, and she sat up, still diddling herself. I was completely in her spell, cock exposed and throbbing, all dressed up with apparently nowhere to go for now, pants bunched around my ankles. Janet rose finally, and shook her firm rear-end in my face. "Here's your assignment. You are wanted in Mr. Jackson's office promptly at five-forty-five tomorrow." I stood myself and tried to stuff my pole back into my pants, stumbling a bit as I did so. "Um, I thought you said he was out of town until Monday...?" Janet took a drenched fingertip, and tucked it behind my ear, rubbing her cunt juices onto my skin. "He is. I didn't say HE wanted to see you. I said that you're WANTED in his office at that time." She offered this sagely advice before departing, as if clairvoyant. "Oh, and don't even think about masturbating tonight, either. Save all of your cum for me, I have plans for it." Then she left, without another word to me or to Jennie. A few minutes later, as I sat red-faced and hyper-ventilating at my desk, Jennie poked her head in, and deadpanned, "Gee, looks like a tough assignment. Good luck with it, can't help ya with this one. Gotta go, boss. See you tomorrow." Somehow, for the next twenty-four agonizingly long hours, I obeyed the self-restraint edict that Janet had declared and kept my hands to myself, though numerous times throughout Friday, my one hand had to swat the other from partaking in some solo fun. Fridays wer casual dress days in our office, and I caught a glimpse of Janet earlier in the day. She wore a pair of designer jeans that hugged and accentuated her perfectly formed forty-six-year-old cheeks. A string of pearls hung down and disappeared into the hint of cleavage that showed in a tight ribbed sweater, candy-apple red. She wore a pair of cowgirl boots that augmented her slim calves exquisitely, but it was her lips that caught my attention. Her lipstick shade today matched her sweater, and I knew those rubies would soon enough be encompassing my dick. Today promised to be, at long last, Casual Cocksucking Day. Believe me, it's a concept that should be a staple employee bonus program throughout corporate America. It would beat the hell out of free cookies in the cafeteria, and Friday office attendance would soar. She was ready for me. I was ready for her. I walked into Mr. Jackson's office at five-forty-five on the button to find Janet sprawled comfortably on his plush couch. I wondered for a split second if she had ever done the boss on that couch, but those musings disappeared in an instant when, after motioning for me to shut and lock the outer door, she peeled her sweater over her head and unhooked the fire-engine red half-bras she wore beneath. She was now naked above the waist, attired for game-day action, those Gilligan Island-sized areolas hovering over her toned tummy. "C'mere," she said softly, simply, wagging one curled finger in a come-hither gesture. I came there. I'm no dummy. She knelt in front of me, and recited the week's mantra. "I want to suck your cock." She unbuckled my belt with one hand, her other lightly tracing lines around my package with her fingertips. She slid the belt off and undid the top button of my own jeans, now rubbing the flat of her palm on my throbbing cock, her new treasure. She gave it one firm squeeze and giggled as I grunted with pleasure. She paused and arched her neck up to bite onto my zipper. Sliding it slowly downwards, she looked up into my eyes and winked. I smiled down at her, after all, this was fucking fun! She used both hands to grip the inside of my pants and tugged them down over my hips, boxers and all. "Hmmm, no commando today, eh?" she mumbled. I didn't want to confess that I wore undies solely for the purpose of not staining the front of my jeans all day with precum. I'm practical, if nothing else. Besides, history dooms to failure those that don't learn from prior mistakes. She then did something that I hadn't even dreamed of. She slipped her own thin leather belt off of the loops of her jeans, wrapped it into a tight knot, and tightened the small circle around the base of my cock, like a leather noose. Janet the Cowgirl had placed her stallion in a lasso, literally and figuratively. The tight knot was a bit painful as blood roared through my cock like a raging river, further stiffening my already rock-hard shaft, and she put her arms behind her back and began to slowly lick my large, purple head as if it were a melting ice-cream cone. "Good cocksuckers use no hands," she slurped. I nodded in affirmation, in no mood or position to debate the theory, but just then she took both hands and roughly gripped my cock, stroking me to full length and tightening the belt loop just a little firmer. It was ecstatic agony, incredibly erotic. She then clarified her prior 'no hands' remark. "But GREAT cocksuckers use them to achieve maximum performance from their cum-spurting equipment, so hang on." Since there was nothing else imminently reachable, I grabbed onto the back of her head, thankful for the warning, and her velvety palms commenced with a slow, teasing handjob. Janet soon let out a small yelp of delight as my wildly twitching cock sprang up into her face, hitting her under the chin. I stared down at her expectantly, as she took my cock by the base. She intuitively knew what I wanted and presented her left cheek to me, a small smile on her bright crimson lips. One of her free hands made its way to the waistband of her jeans, and she slid one hand inside to tease her already drenched pussy, her juices leaving a spot on the outside of her crotch. She shuddered at the first loud 'thwack' as my cock slapped off her cheek heavily. She continued to smack it onto her own face, and she moved around, presenting me with her other cheek, lips and forehead to hit. My dick continued to get harder as she did so, until it reached its full, thick peak. I had never been longer, thicker, and I must admit, I felt huge. It was such a turn-on to know that I had this mature cockslut so enamored with my prize. She groaned aloud and I heard her breathing increase in intensity. As a matter of fact, so had mine as I flicked perspiration off of my forehead. I had already begun to leak precum, I realized, with the last wet-sounding slap on Janet's cheek. I could smell it on her face and she smiled and shook slightly. That smell seemed to induce a heightened arousal and Janet gyrated and seemed to have a small orgasm. Closing my eyes, I felt her begin to rub myself on her lips, which she conveniently pursed for me. My cock rubbed back and forth slowly on her lips and when she paused and kissed it, I opened my eyes to find her looking up into my eyes. As her quick orgasm subsided, she began to kiss my shaft passionately with her talented lips, and they parted a bit wider. She groaned, and the flavor of my small trickle seemed to be all she needed to send her into a cocksucking frenzy. Her long tongue darted out with the dual purpose of licking my taste off her lips, and teasing the underside of the tip of my penis. Janet reached up and cupped my heavy balls in her palm, her thin fingers wrapping lightly around the base of my dick, holding it firmly in place, as she mercifully let the belt loose and it fell from my shaft. Free at last, thank God almighty, free at last. She flicked and licked, evoking even more precum running down into her tongue as she licked me furiously. "It tastes delicious", she moaned, mouth full of cock, and I saw her furiously rub her clit as she approached a second orgasm, her jeans down bunched around her thighs. We both groaned aloud as the shuddering of our bodies in the throes of our mutual pleasure made Janet's head lurch forward and take my cock almost completely into her mouth. That was all the invitation she needed apparently, and I felt two strong hands grip a handful of buttocks on each side of my ass. Anticipating what was to come, she loosened her throat and mouth, letting her jaw go slack as she pushed my cock slowly in and out of her scalding mouth. Wet slurping noises filled the office as she slid my engorged member past her lips. She gave up on any suction, and let me fuck her mouth like a pussy, letting the saliva that pooled in her mouth to run out and down her chin as she gurgled incomprehensible obscenities. I saw droplets of it splash onto her breasts and thighs as I continued to feed her my cock. I pushed deeper with each thrust, causing her to gag when I reached the back of her throat. She paused momentarily to look up at me, her face flushed, and it was almost a look of respect. "Your cock is so thick, I'm having trouble maintaining my composure." She smiled, almost in embarrassed acknowledgement. "That's never happened before. I'm very focused." I responded by shoving her head back onto my dick. "But, you really wanted to suck my cock, right? Isn't that what you said, you fucking cockteaser?" She murmured into my dick, a combination of submission and glee. I continued the verbal harangue, enjoying the sudden turn of control. "So, shut the fuck up and suck it." Slowly but forcefully, Janet managed to break past her gag reflex as she tried to swallow the thick, soupy saliva that formed in her own throat, blocked by the thickness of my shaft. As my cock filled her airway, past her throat now, nearly choking her, desperate for air, Janet was very obviously extremely excited by this. Finally she had succeeded in taking me all the way, a true and complete deepthroat! She removed my dick from her throat and her nostrils flared as she gasped for oxygen. I immediately jutted my hips forward again, forcing her to take me into her throat once more, and purposely made her gag on me as I felt Janet contract her throat muscles deep on the base of my cock. Her beautiful chest was soaked now with her saliva, and my balls were banging into her chin. As I gyrated my hips onto her face, Janet began to quiver with her third mini-orgasm. She can't take much more of this, I thought, it had become a contest now, immovable object meets irresistible force. I could hear her grunting below me as I fucked her face, the wet slurping noises of her mouth complimenting the slapping of my balls on her face. I realized I was entering her throat with greater ease now. She was still gagging on me, but the resistance was gone. "She'll have a sore throat tomorrow." I thought. "And I'll have a sore dick." Apparently, Janet's clit was now pulsing and far too sensitive to touch, so she removed her wet hand and decided it was time to take control of the blowjob back. Gripping my ass cheeks with both hands, she suddenly dug in her nails, and pulled me deeply into her throat. I gasped and gladly gave her my length as she gagged, but this time it was from her pleasure. She had adapted to me now. Janet's eyes watered a bit with the exertion and lack of air. I tried to pull out as she convulsed for air, but she held me deep and let me out only when she was satisfied that I knew she was back in control. My cock fell out of her mouth with an audible 'pop' as she sucked on the last couple inches. She reached up now and pulled my cock up, stroking its slick length with her left hand while she used her mouth to lather my soaking balls. Now it was my turn to moan with pleasure as she expertly licked and sucked each ball and rolled my sack around with her tongue. My cock pulsed and we could both could tell I was getting close to cumming. Janet squeezed the base of my cock with her hand and took me back into her mouth, her head bobbing in a slow rhythm, her hand moving to stroke me in unison. She loudly slurped and sucked at my cock, jerking me in her mouth. My breathing came in labored gasps now as I groaned and moaned, staring down in wonderment as she sucked my dick as it had never been sucked. As my balls began to tighten in their sack, Janet leaned back slightly and opened her mouth wide. While curling in the edges of her tongue, she milked me now with two hands, pointing my cockhead at her waiting oral cavern. Her hands started in the middle of my cock and slid both up and down, in opposite directions, twisting as they stroked. I growled as she jerked my cock and threw her head back, releasing a primal sound of a woman in ecstasy. I felt and saw the first monstrous shot of jism rocket onto her top lip, falling from there onto her outstretched tongue. It seemed like a constant stream of hot cum was shooting out of me as the first shot lasted for a long time. As the pressure of my powerful release waned, semen flooded onto her tongue, overflowing into her mouth as some of it leaked out to dribble down her chin. She closed her mouth to swallow this fantastic load, thinking by its quantity that it had to be all of my seed. Janet was therefore shocked, as was I, when a second shot, harder than the first, smacked her left cheek, just below her eye. This jet flowed like a line across her face, from her left cheek across to her upper lip and onto her chin. Now realizing I was far from done, she again opened her mouth, which was still already nearly filled with my seed deposits. My third shot lacked the speed of the first two, but still managed to drain itself into her mouth as she leaned forward to catch it. Her hungry, needy mouth began to overflow slightly so she tilted her head back to keep from losing her precious commodity. She now needed to empty her mouth and closed it to swallow, acutely aware that I had more to go yet. I rubbed my cock on her lips as she continued to gulp down the massive load, and I spurted smaller amounts onto her lips, enough to cause it to run down her chin and into her breasts and lap. She let out a yelp of surprise, as a final spurt shot out at the end, hitting her forehead and drooling down her right eyebrow onto her nose. A tsunami of a cum bath. She took me gently into her mouth and milked the remaining cum from my cock, swallowing it and truly savoring the taste of me. I shuddered and my legs gave out as I stumbled back to collapse onto the couch. "Oh... my... God..." I muttered, sincerely amazed and completely sated from the best head that I had ever received. But Janet had other plans for me. Janet calmly licked her lips like a lioness enjoying her meal. Then she uttered the words I'll never forget, perfectly memorializing the occasion for posterity. She leaned down to begin what turned out to be my first back-to-back blowjob, giving me no time to recover or resuscitate. "A blowjob should be like a snowflake, John. Each is uniquely different from the next, and beautiful in its own right." She kissed tenderly on my cockhead, eager to bring me back to life. "So, ready for round two? I told you I'd suck you again and again." Let it snow, Janet. Let it snow, I thought, as her wondrous mouth descended onto my cock for the next great snowflake, er, blowjob of my life. Every one is different.