Up in Jane’s room, Jason slid his duffel bag under the bed, then kicked off his shoes, as Jane did the same.

She turned her back to him, which caused Jason to wonder if she was embarrassed, but then she asked him, “Would you unzip me?” She lifted the pearl necklaces from her neck.

Jason pulled down the zipper at the back of her neck, marveling at the soft whiteness of her shoulders and back. Her white bra came into view as Jason slowly slid the zipper down to her lower back, where she had dimples on either side of her spine above a pair of satin white panties.

“Thank you,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a smile.

The sight of her bare shoulders and back, coupled with the sight of her narrow face with the stray lock hanging down, fired the engines of his libido, which became a raging inferno when she let the dress slip over her hips and drop to the floor, revealing a shapely butt and the smooth skin of her long, slender legs.

Jason undid his belt and slipped off his socks and trousers while Jane hung up her dress. Jane stood in her white bra and panties, so Jason left his briefs on. They embraced in front of her bed and kissed. Her ran his hands over her bare back, and his imagination fired up at the thought of her breasts, which were concealed by her bra. They lay down on the bed and embraced again.

“Hold me, please,” Jane asked, looking at him with her blue eyes, which shone in the dim room.

He awoke early in the morning with an erection that felt as hard as steel. The stress of the night, the shootout with the cops, the mad fight with the mandrill, and fleeing the speakeasy, all seemed to have sapped his energy, so that he fell asleep before he even realized it. He and Jane were spooning, only now his erection tented the front of his briefs, poking Jane between her legs.

She woke and turned into him sleepily. Her eyes met his, and her hand went down to his erection, which she freed from the slit in the front of his briefs. “We’re going to have to do something about this,” she whispered.

Jason gasped as she ran her hand up and down his erection. She reached with her other hand to pull down his underwear, so he helped her by seizing the waistband with both hands and yanking his briefs completely off of him, resulting in his taut erection flopping up and down.

Her slim hand took his erection again and began stroking it slowly. “I handled a lot of big, black cocks in Africa,” she said in a low, breathy voice, “but none of them this big.”

Jason was surprised to hear this from Jane, whom he had viewed as nothing other than a scientist, but she was very much a woman. Every man likes to think that he’s well-endowed, and many guys would give a fortune to have an impressive penis, so Jason found that one of the most gratifying aspects of the game was that as he became fitter in his real life, his genitals had grown massively in the game.

Jane kept stroking him, sending her soft hand slowly up and down his rigid shaft. “When I first moved to Tanzania, my mother came with me—it was the only way that the park ranger in charge of Gombe would allow me to do research there. But I was young, and my mother kept trying to control me. So there came a day when she heard something from my room, and when she opened the door, she was totally unprepared for what she saw.”

Jason wondered where Jane was headed with her story, and he was hooked. The sensation of her hand working his pole felt heavenly.

“She shrieked. I was sitting on the bed, wearing a skirt, but I was topless, with my breasts exposed. In front of me stood M’fume, who was completely naked, and his coal-black body was covered in oil. My mother stared at his pelvis, where a monster erection jutted out, while my snow-white hand slid down it.”

“I clutched his balls in my hand.” Here Jane grabbed Jason’s balls and massaged them to illustrate her story. “’You know, mum, his big black balls are full of hot spunk. He’s got a huge load in here—I can feel it.’ My hands rolled his bollocks around in his fuzzy black sack.”

“’You know how many times I’ve tasted his salty seed, and swallowed every drop?’ My mother was speechless. ‘Yes,’ I told her, ‘I’ve got to where I relish his hot semen on my tongue.’ I slowly slid my hand down his length, and then peeled back his leathery black foreskin to reveal a solid knob, with clear jism leaking from the slit in the tip. I used the tip of my tongue to lap up that rivulet, which tasted amazingly sweet. But the feeling of my delicate tongue on his gnarled erection caused him to catch his breath. ‘Look, mum, his thighs are trembling, which means he’s close to ejaculation. M’fume has a hair trigger right now, and if I move too quickly, he’s going to throw his thick white milk all over my face.’ My mother stared like someone at the scene of a wreck, horrified, but unable to take her eyes off of it. I then placed one thumb at his frenulum…”

Throughout her story, Jane kept stroking Jason’s shaft, and at this juncture she mirrored her story, placing the ball of her thumb on Jason’s frenulum.

“…and began making slow circles, aided by the oil, which made his thick black cock slick and frictionless. M’fume’s strong ebony thighs trembled. He was trying to hold his ejaculation back. I’d already stroked him for nearly an hour, building up a tremendous load in his bloated ballsack. ‘His ejaculate is going to be thick with tadpoles, which I can hardly wait to feel thrashing on my tongue.’”

“I kneaded his frenulum with both thumbs, at which point he burst, and the first bolt shot over my cheek, but I opened my mouth and rested his fat pulsing cockhead on my tongue, turning my head so that my mum could see it clearly, as his long black cock shot spurt after spurt of his hot spunk, coating my tongue with his cream, until I was forced to gulp down the load flooding my mouth.”

Jane used both thumbs, rolling and digging them into Jason’s frenulum as she told her erotic story.

“With a shriek, my mum collapsed and lay on the floor, but M’fume was still shooting his seed onto my tongue, only now I opened my mouth so that he could see the white spunk filling it, before I swallowed it down. At last he was dry, but I kept my mouth firmly on his hard shaft, and stroked it, while he thrashed about. I kept sucking, feeling his flagging erection twitch on my tongue, and dribble the last delicious drops of his seed.”

“When my mum woke up, she packed and left for England. I was finally independent, free to explore my sexuality.”

Jason moaned due to the pleasure he felt in his groin. The story excited him, causing clear fluid to leak from his slit. Jane rolled over and pulled him on top of her, so that he straddled her stomach. She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, so Jason helped her. Her breasts were small, but pert, and her nipples were perfect. Jason’s hands shot to her breasts and fondled them.

She pulled him up, so that her firm breasts were between his thighs and his cockhead was aimed at her mouth. She now began jerking him, shuttling her hand back and forth over his erection. She swept up his precum with her hand and used it to lubricate his stiff rod, which was covered with swollen veins. He felt it grow in his prostate, and in his balls, then begin to surge up through his cock, which grew even harder and stretched out. Looking down at Jane, and her slender face, he watched in fascination as she whipped her hand up and down his length. The thought of exploding all over her pretty face excited him. He gritted his teeth, knowing that he was almost there.

Jane stopped, and held his cockhead poised at her mouth. Jason was so close! Yet now he felt something building and felt himself slipping into a peaceful bliss. His semen poured out of the slit in his dome, and Jane opened her mouth. The first flow hit her cheek and slid down into her hair, before she aimed the rest into her mouth, where it streamed, landing onto her tongue and accumulating. She looked up at him and briefly raked her two prominent up teeth gently over his knob, before swallowing his ejaculate with a gulp and a smile.

Was that a ruined orgasm? He’d never experienced that before, nor really had any interest in it, yet the climax wasn’t ruined—it was just a different type of orgasm, only a slow, peaceful one, like a blissful sigh.

Jason was coming down, uncertain of what had happened, when she latched her mouth onto his cockhead, and began furiously bobbing up and down while stroking and wrenching his cock with her hands. Yes! Her blowjob felt like heaven, and despite the fact that he’d just ejaculated, Jason felt his erection returning, and recognized that he was approaching another orgasm. She kept bobbing her head up and down, throwing her mouth onto his gnarled shaft, while her hands twisted, and corkscrewed, sliding over his cock due to the copious spittle she poured onto his shaft.

Was he going to come? Jason wondered.

He had his answer when his cock tightened and started clenching rhythmically. He was ejaculating into her mouth, he could feel it, but he was uncertain how much semen he had left after she had pumped a large load into her mouth, and her cheek and neck were still pasted with his sperm. His cock kept spitting as she kept sucking and bobbing. Her soft hands were amazingly firm as she wrung the cum out of his balls. Eventually he reached the point where he was dry firing, and he was wracked by the sensual overload to his sensitive penis. He clawed at the wall, then fell forward, moaning as his hands slammed onto the headboard.

At last, she was done, and stroked him gently as he rolled off of her. Jason felt as though he couldn’t breathe, and it might take him a week to recover, to regain enough energy to get out of bed. He leaned over and sucked her small breast into his mouth, relishing its firmness. Rolling onto his back, he stared at the ceiling and let out a pent-up breath. It had been Jason’s intent to give Jane the most memorable night of her life, but clearly he was the one who was having the night of a lifetime. “That was amazing.”

“People will be coming,” she told him. “You’ll need to get going.”

“But what about you?” Jason protested. “I just had the experience of a lifetime. It’s not fair.”

“Be back at eight,” she said with an amused look. “You have an appointment.”

Jason left and went to a nearby coffee shop, where he practically paced the floor, waiting for eight o’clock. At 7:59 he was at the lobby to the building. Jason removed a dollar and slipped it into the hand of the doorman, a black man who wore a uniform with epaulets. “I appreciate your discretion, sir.”

The doorman glanced down at the dollar in his hand. He had seen Jason and Jane enter the building late at night, and Jason leaving early in the morning. Any talking on his part would ruin Jane’s reputation. “You can count on me, yes, sir! Thank you.”

Jason went up to the Institute, where he knocked on the door before entering, and was greeted by the receptionist. “Jason Whitlock. I have an eight o’clock appointment to see Dr. Goodall.”

“Why yes, Mr. Whitlock, she’s expecting you.” The receptionist waved in the direction of the office.

Jason entered the office, where Jane waited for him, wearing her professional blazer and skirt. She motioned for him to have a seat, only he noticed she sat in a chair that was out of the view of anyone who might look through the pebbled glass pane in the door. Jane leaned back in her chair and hiked up her skirt, exposing her panties beneath her panty hose. She began rolling down her pantyhose, and rolled one leg completely off of her, so that she sat with nylons reaching up to one thigh, just short of her panties, while her other leg was bare. She stood up for a moment, just high enough to pull down her panties, revealing a muff with the sparsest of brown hairs above a tight slit. She slipped just one leg through, so that now she could bring up her knees, and her labia were fully exposed to Jason, who knelt in front of her.

Jason ran his hands over her plump thighs, then cupped her firm, petite butt with both hands, pulling her muff into him so that he could use his tongue to probe her fat labia, which had swollen in her excitement. His tongue slipped between her lips and licked upward, spurring her to lean back and clutch his hair with both hands. Jason resumed lapping her slit until he found the pearl at the top of her cleft and started rolling his tongue around it. Her head fell back, and she stared vacantly at the ceiling as Jason’s tongue lashed her clitoris. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, but Jason could feel her pelvis writhe under the ministrations of his tongue, which circled her bud of pleasure.

Both of them were excited by the thought of the receptionist just outside the door, sitting at her desk, and the thought of people coming into the office, unaware of the steamy scene unfolding inside Jane’s private office. Jason continued, then sucked her clit into his mouth briefly, before resuming his focus on her nubbin. Her hands clawed his head now. Her hips bucked up off the chair, and she bit her lip. She shoved her labia into his mouth, grinding her muff over his tongue, until she exploded, and bounced on the hands gripping her tiny butt tightly. She fought to keep from crying out as she trembled, unleashing a torrent of fluids into Jason’s mouth. At last, the pleasure was too much, and she pushed Jason’s mouth away from her sensitive slit.

After putting her panties and nylons back on, Jane tidied up. She removed a floral handkerchief and wiped the fluids from Jason’s mouth and chin. She rose and they kissed, then embraced. Jason’s kneecaps hurt, but it had been worth it.

He left the office and looked behind him.

“I’ll see you when I come back, Mr. Whitlock,” Jane said with a wave. “Oh, wait, I almost forgot. I brought a couple of items from Africa that I can’t use anymore. Why don’t you take them with you, and see if maybe you or someone else can use them?”

Jane went to her room and returned with Jason’s duffel, which she lugged over to him.

“Holy crap,” Jason thought. He’d been so distracted by this woman’s beauty and sensuality that he had forgotten completely about his weapons!

“Why, thank you, Dr. Goodall. That’s very generous.” Jason smiled and waved, carrying his duffel with him. Feeling good, he took the subway back to the rescue mission and entered the lobby in a daze, reliving last night’s events.

Pastor Roy approached Jason, but the young man was slow to realize something was wrong. “It’s Father Milligan of the St. Michael’s Shelter,” the big man said in a somber tone.

“Yes?” Jason asked, wondering what had happened.

The pastor shook his head. “He’s dead. Murdered.”