George withdrew and turned to Jann. He encouraged her to recline and then mounted her. He entered her effortlessly and fucked her in the conventional manner, propping himself on one elbow so that he could see her face and hold her tits in his hands. She moaned as he took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked it greedily as his cock rhythmically entered and reentered her. She was so aroused that she could come anytime she wanted, but she prolonged the pleasure, arching her hips to meet his thrusts, entangling her fingers in his curly gray hair.
CHAPTER ONE
Jann was definitely in the mood. She gently placed her hand on her breast, feeling the nipple quickly harden beneath the black silk of her nightgown. Her other hand wandered slowly down her belly, along her thigh and came to rest on the soft curls of her pubic hair. Her cunt was wet from the thought of what they'd do. Eagerly she reached over and touched his bare back. Bill's body stiffened at her touch and his legs nervously tangled the bedsheets as her long fingernails encircled his waist. Soon her hand was inside his pajama bottoms, her fingers tenderly skimming the length of his cock.
But nothing was happening. He was as soft as a kitten. She decided to try another approach, removing her nightgown and snuggling her naked body against his. She took his cock in her hand and jerked it repeatedly while murmuring in his ear, "I want you to fuck me. I want to take you in my mouth and in my cunt and I want you to fuck my brains out."
"Cut it out!" he snapped, brushing her hand away. "I'm tired."
Startled by his reaction, but not to be discouraged, Jann kissed the back of his neck and shoulders. Annoyed, he sighed and rolled over on his back. Taking advantage of the position, she opened his pajama bottoms and began kissing his cock, flicking her tongue around the tip and licking the shaft with long, wet strokes. It was all in vain.
"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked in the darkness.
"Nothing's wrong," he grumbled. "I just don't feel like it, okay? I'd like to get some sleep."
"You never feel like it anymore," she remarked sadly. "It's been a month."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"So am I," she said. "I'm really worked up, you know."
"You want me to go down on you?" he offered unenthusiastically. "Will that satisfy you?"
"Don't bother," she replied, hurt and frustrated. She put her nightgown back on, and sat up in bed. "It's money, isn't it?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"You're worried about money."
"Aren't you? We owe thousands ... the car, the mortgage, the utilities, the insurance, the credit cards ... and what I make at the auto plant isn't helping us to catch up. I don't even know if I'll have a job next month with all the layoffs. We're on the edge of bankruptcy and the only way out-is if we sell the house or I drop dead and you collect the insurance."
"And that's why you're impotent?" she asked.
"I'm not impotent!" he insisted. "Just because I can't get it up every time you decide you want it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me."
Jann sighed. "I'm sorry. You have enough to worry about without me pestering you, don't you?"
Bill turned his back to her and pounded his head against his pillow, trying to get comfortable. "The only thing I'm worried about is getting enough sleep."
Jann waited until she heard him snoring lightly before getting out of bed. She was still horny and when she was aroused, nothing short of satisfaction would do. Once she had the notion, cold showers were useless. At first she considered a long-term solution, such as taking a lover. But that would only complicate things. She didn't want to get involved with anyone else. Besides, if she did and Bill found out, he'd kill the other guy. She loved her husband. It was just that he had lost the desire to please her and despite his insistence to the contrary, their financial problems had everything to do with it.
As for a short-term solution to her predicament, she went to the playroom in the basement of the house and locked the door behind her. In the dim light of the fluorescent lamp that hung over the pool table, she stripped, draping her nightgown on the cue stick rack. She then climbed onto the table and lay on her back, her skin caressed by the soft green felt. Glancing at a narrow, ground-level window that looked out onto the driveway, she fantasized that a peeping torn was spying on her as she began to masturbate. In her imaginings, the voyeur looked exactly like Bill-tall, brawny, thirty years old with curly red hair and blue eyes. She pictured his suprise when he stared into the window and found a beautiful, naked twenty-five-year-old woman on a pool table, massaging her moistened cunt, writhing with self-induced ecstasy.
In her fantasy, Jann saw the prowler quietly open the window and climb inside unnoticed. He disrobed hurriedly and approached her with his long, stiff prick poised like a spear. Then she opened her dewy green eyes and stared at his face, beckoning him with quivering lips. He removed her hand from her cunt and licked the vaginal juices from her fingers. Then he joined her on the table and his hands explored her body, starting with her silky brown hair that streamed through his fingers. His hands stroked her cheeks, traced the curve of her neck and shoulders, then firmly cupped her full breasts, rolling her nipples with his thumbs. His fingernails gently raked the tender flesh along her ribs, tantalizing her to a shiver. He skimmed the smoothness of her waist and hips, grasping her thighs with passion, prying her legs apart. As one hand plunged into the warmth of her crotch, his lips kissed and sucked her tits.
Jann moaned ecstatically as he tugged on her pubic hair, then separated the lips of her cunt and inserted his finger, all the while suckling greedily on her nipples. The finger delved deep into her womb, then withdrew slightly and found her clitoris. Slowly, he massaged the hard, wet nucleus of her desire.
Eventually, he replaced his hand with his tongue, nestling his head between her thighs, his face grinding against her abundant crown of pubic hair, his mouth occasionally nibbling on the pouting lips of her pussy.
She feared she would come prematurely, so she altered the fantasy, imagining him changing his position until he straddled . her face, his throbbing cock within an inch of her mouth. Lovingly she raised her head to kiss the tip of his manhood, then to lick his dangling testicles. Finally, she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. He began doing push-ups in a kneeling position so that his cock slid in and out of her mouth like a pump.
When he could endure no more of that exquisite pleasure, he withdrew, his prick dripping with her saliva. Lowering himself, he entered her with a single thrust. As she felt his huge penis plunge into her lubricated cunt, she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. Soon he was humping her full force, clutching her ass and pounding his groin against hers. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily, tasting her own cunt on his lips, probing his mouth with her tongue.
Then she threw her head back and groaned. "Oh-h-h! Come on, come on! Give me all of it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me till I die!"
He rammed into her again and again, his movements as violent and determined as a wild beast's.
She came once, twice and as she reached one final crescendo, he reared back and pierced her to the hilt, his hot seed gushing inside of her.
Jann lay panting for what seemed like hours, her body glistening with sweat, her limbs utterly exhausted. When she opened her eyes, her imaginary lover was gone and her hand still rested on her cunt.
At least she had satisfied herself for one night, but what about tomorrow? She was still young and beautiful and in need of a loving man. All she needed in life was sex and security. How, she wondered, could she find both?
Stumped for an answer, she climbed off the pool table, donned her nightgown, unlocked the door and went back to bed.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, Jann finished her household chores by late morning. With Bill working two shifts at the plant, she felt lonely. She decided to drive to a nearby shopping mall to pass the time. Their tight budget prevented her from buying anything, but there was no harm in browsing.
While wandering through a clothing shop, she glanced up at another customer whose face seemed vaguely familiar. The female was an extremely attractive blonde with hazel eyes and a shapely figure enhanced by a tight-fitting red dress with a slit on the side.
"Excuse me," said Jann timidly. "Aren't you-uh-Susan Powell?"
Susan smiled and nodded, recognizing Jann but momentarily unable to remember the name. "And you're...."
"Jann Crawford, formerly Jann Stevens."
"Of course!" said Susan happily. "We went to high school together."
"I'm surprised that I even recognized you," Jann declared. "You've changed quite a bit."
"I have," Susan admitted, "for the better, I hope."
"You look terrific," Jann confirmed, stunned at just how beautiful Susan had become.
They chatted for a while and then decided to have a cup of coffee at a nearby restaurant. After reminiscing about old times, the two women steered the conversation toward each other's life. Jann spoke of her marriage to Bill and even mentioned their current financial problems. When it seemed she was revealing a bit too much, she tried to change the subject. "Are you married? Any children?"
"No to both questions," Susan replied.
"I'm not inclined toward a family life."
"Well, what do you do?" asked Jann.
Susan smiled. "I'm a call girl."
Jann laughed. "Seriously."
"I am being serious," said Susan. "I'm a prostitute."
Jann just stared at her.
"Are you shocked?" asked Susan.
"No ... it's just ... why are you a ... a call girl?"
"Because," Susan explained, "I make at least a thousand dollars a week. I also make my own hours and I get all the cock I need."
Jann blushed.
"Sorry if I offended you," Susan apologized. "I have a tendency to speak plainly."
"That's all right," said Jann. "So do I. I just didn't expect you to be so blunt about it. Your honesty is refreshing."
"Look," Susan elaborated, "after high school I became a secretary. All I got after taxes was a measly two hundred bucks a week and constant harassment by a horny boss. When I finally went down on him for a raise, I finally realized that I had the looks and skills to make big money with my body. I'm totally a freelancer-no pimp to skim my gross pay while abusing me. I'm doing great and I have no regrets."
Jann's discomfort vanished. "Well ... as long as you're happy."
"That's the idea," Susan agreed. "Most of our old classmates would probably faint if they knew what I was doing now, but you ... you've always been open-minded about things."
Jann felt compelled to talk about her problem with Bill. It was such a delicate matter, however, that she brought it up with caution. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you for advice ... I mean, your being so experienced with men...."
"Go right ahead," said Susan.
"Well ... to get to the point, my husband and I haven't gotten it on for a month. He's just not interested. I've tried everything from sexy lingerie to aggressive behavior. I'm willing to do anything to please him, but he doesn't even have erections. I know it's because he's depressed over our money problems. What can I do to get him aroused?"
Susan sighed. "If you're right and it's because of money problems, there's nothing you can do but be patient and wait until the trouble clears up."
"But it won't clear up. We're deeply in debt, too deep to change anything. Meanwhile, I've never been more frustrated. But he's incapable of satisfying me. I love him too much to leave him, especially with these financial worries."
Susan thought it over, then smiled. "Why not turn tricks?"
"Huh?"
"You'd be perfect for it. You're as attractive as any girl I've seen. Men would pay handsomely for someone like you."
"Oh," scoffed Jann. "I could never do that."
"That's what I thought, but it's really easy. That way you could solve two problems at once. You could earn several hundred dollars a week and get all the sex you need until your old man gets over his hang-up. In no time you'd have all your debts paid off."
"It's an intriguing idea," laughed Jann, "but I doubt I could ever pull it off."
"Sure you could. Your husband works all day, doesn't he? You could advertise under a different name in one of the local sex tabloids and set up a private telephone number. You don't have to service customers at home-you could go to their homes and hotel rooms. That's how I handle it."
"I do have my own phone in the laundry room at home," said Jann, considering.
"And when you decide to stop, all you do is disconnect the phone or change the number. Your husband never has to know."
"Won't he get suspicious when I suddenly produce all the money?"
"Make up a story. You've been saving for months. You invested it. Anything."
"It's a crazy idea."
"Think of it-fifty to a hundred dollars a trick, depending on how long and what the customer asks for."
"Sounds tempting, but...."
"Why don't you try it out?" Susan suggested.
"What if I get arrested?"
"Don't worry about that. Think of the peace of mind you'll get knowing all your bills are paid. Think of the satisfaction you'll get fucking other men."
Jann was aroused by the thought of it, but she was also scared stiff. "I can't believe I'm actually considering it," she remarked.
"Think of it as a part-time, temporary job," said Susan.
"I'm not sure I could go through with it."
"Want the chance to find out?" asked Susan. "I have an appointment with a gentleman at 2 p.m. at the Stratton Hotel. He's a regular customer. He usually pays for two girls, me and my girlfriend Chrissie, but she's vacationing in Bermuda. Why don't you join us? I'll split the fee with you."
"What's he like?"
"His name's George. Nice man. About fifty. Fairly handsome. Not at all kinky. You'll like him."
"Well...."
"Come on. Try it. If you don't like it, you can forget about the whole thing."
Jann's heart pounded with anticipation. "Okay," she agreed. "Okay, I'll try it."
When George opened the door, he was delighted to see that Susan had brought a friend. "Hello," he cheerfully greeted. "Come in, ladies. Come in."
Susan and Jann entered the hotel room and watched George close and lock the door behind them. "George," said Susan, "this is my friend Amy." Jann glanced at her and smiled, amused by her choice of an alias.
"Glad to meet you, Amy," said George pleasantly. "My, but you're much prettier than Chrissie. Don't tell Chrissie I said so," he added with a laugh.
"You don't mind another partner, do you, George?" Susan asked.
"Not at all," George assured her, "especially not such a lovely young woman."
George's natural charm helped Jann overcome her nervousness. She had never been self-conscious about her body, unafraid to wear the skimpiest bikini at the beach or to walk around the house in the nude with her curtains open. In high school, she had been exceptionally promiscuous, a fact she did not see fit to reveal to Bill. So when Susan started to undress, she did not hesitate to do the same.
Susan wore only a pair of red panties under her dress, which she quickly dispensed with. She had a slender but curvaceous body, small breasts but long, shapely legs, firm buttocks and a shaved pubis. It was Jann who provided a more enticing strip show. She slowly unbuttoned a cotton blouse to reveal a black lace bra. Removing her skirt, she revealed a pair of equally lovely legs enhanced by nylon stockings and a garter belt. The sight of her excited George, who watched intently as she unhooked her bra, freeing her sumptuous tits. George gulped.
"Take off the panties," he instructed, "but leave on the garter belt and stockings."
Jann complied with his request, peeling off her matching black lace panties and standing still so he could get a good look at her.
In bed, George had his arms around each of their waists, alternating in kissing one and then the other. At first, they exchanged little pecks, then lingering kisses, and then deep, passionate ones, their tongues intermingling. In no time, Jann left her inhibitions completely behind and actually enjoyed herself. She ran her fingers across his chest, curling his hair, while Susan's hand tugged gently on his stiffening cock.
George caressed their soft, supple flesh, taking their tits in his hands and squeezing them until their nipples hardened. His hands then glided along their skins, exploring every part of them, kneading their thighs and buttocks, probing the depths of their succulent cunts.
Susan lowered herself to his groin and began sucking his cock, while Jann continued to kiss him. Then, unencouraged but inspired, Jann broke their kiss to join Susan in catering to his swollen meat. Together their tongues lapped the throbbing organ. Together their lips brushed the length of his shaft. Then, while Susan took most of his cock into her mouth, Jann kissed, licked and sucked his balls. George stirred, writhing with intense pleasure.
Susan and Jan changed places, Jann now the one with a stranger's cock in her mouth, Susan rolling her tongue against his balls, then delving lower into his anus.
Jann's sucking started slowly, gradually building in velocity. Soon her head was bobbing up and down furiously, devouring as much of his cock as possible. This, along with Susan's rapidly darting tongue in his rectum, brought George to the brink of an orgasm. Without warning, his sperm exploded into Jann's mouth, pouring down her throat like a deluge. She swallowed as much as she could, then pulled her head away. Susan licked away whatever semen still dripped from his pulsating organ.
To Jann's surprise and delight, George was still hard. He wasted no time relaxing. He directed Susan to lie on her stomach, spread her legs and hold the cheeks of her ass apart. Then, he penetrated her rectum. She squealed in a combination of pain and pleasure, clutching the bedsheets and gritting her teeth. Her occasional groans of exquisite agony did not discourage him from fucking her asshole as brutally as he could. In spite of her discomfort, Susan came with a shudder.
George withdrew and turned to Jann. He encouraged her to recline and then mounted her. He entered her effortlessly and fucked her in the conventional manner, propping himself on one elbow so that he could see her face and hold her tits in his hands. She moaned as he took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked it greedily as his cock rhythmically entered and reentered her. She was so aroused that she could come anytime she wanted, but she prolonged the pleasure, arching her hips to meet his thrusts, entangling her fingers in his curly gray hair.
His hands caressed her stockinged thighs, grasping the elastic garters and using them like the reins of a horse to draw her into his ravaging thrusts. The feel of nylon against his thighs and the touch of garter lace under his belly drove him wild. "This is the best pussy I've ever had," he groaned, inserting his tongue into her ear, then sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
As his movements accelerated, she wrapped her legs around his waist to absorb every inch of his piercing rod. He clutched her ass and humped viciously, bringing them both to the point of climax. Simultaneously, their bodies convulsed. Jann gasped and George grunted. She came like a clap of thunder, quivering as his spurting seed oozed deep within her womb.
As they left the hotel, Susan and Jann said their goodbyes, promising to keep in touch.
"You acted like a real pro," Susan complimented.
"I amazed myself," Jann confided. "I never thought I'd be capable of such a thing."
"And here's your reward," said Susan, handing her a fifty-dollar bill.
Jann stared at the cash. "Imagine. Getting paid to do something that feels so good."
"Well, it doesn't always feel so good," said Susan. "There are hazards and disadvantages, too. But if you need the money ... and the loving ... honey, this just might be the answer. Think it over."
"I will."
"And give me a call if you decide to do it. I'll give you some pointers and maybe a few clients, provided I'm too busy to handle them."
"Thanks, Susan," said Jann, aglow from the experience. "I won't forget this afternoon for as long as I live."
CHAPTER THREE
Most of the fifty dollars Jann had earned was deposited in the joint savings account she kept with Bill. She used the rest to pay a minor but nagging balance on one of her credit cards and on buying a copy of one of the sex tabloids. She hid the issue where Bill wouldn't find it and read it when he was away and time permitted. She studied the personal ads to get an idea of how to place one, but she did not reach a decision on whether or not she would go through with her scheme.
A week after her meeting with Susan, Jann went on another window-shopping spree. Passing a tavern as she strolled through town, she suddenly had a yen for an apricot sour, her favorite drink. She wandered into the bar, ordered her drink and sat at a small table. She noticed an amorous couple seated on stools at the bar and watched as the man casually ran his hand under the hem of his girlfriend's skirt, stroking her thigh. That and her drink gave Jann the urge. She was accustomed to being approached by men all the time and politely declining their propositions, but she vowed that this time would be different.
Dressed in her red silk blouse, tight-fitting designer jeans and high heels, she was a fetching sight, suitable bait for any lecher in the bar. She encouraged several with meaningful glances. One of them, a rather handsome, dark-haired, impeccably tailored gentleman of about forty, made eye contact, then casually walked over to join her. "What does it take to make you smile?" he smoothly asked.
Without batting an eyelash, she replied, "Fifty dollars." He was startled, then smiled. "What else do you do for fifty dollars?"
She returned his smile, glanced at his crotch and then at his eyes. "Anything you want," she offered.
"Fifty's a lot of money."
"I'm worth it."
"Really?"
"Every single penny," she murmured seductively. Then she noticed his erection and wet her lips with her tongue. "I can take care of that," she said.
He squirmed a bit, rubbing his thighs together. "I have a car," he informed her.
So did she, but she didn't want anything to reveal her true identity, not even a license plate. She was feeling bold and daring. "Let's go," she told him.
She requested and received her payment in advance. Then they drove out of town to a nearby park used by campers for its huge, wooded area. "What's your name?" he asked along the way.
"Irma," she claimed. "And you?"
"Well, ah...."
"Just your first name."
"Stu."
That was all the conversation they had for the rest of the ride. He parked the car on a dirt road by a row of picnic benches, reached over and held her in his arms. Their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss.
"What would you like me to do?" Jann whispered in his ear, realizing that her experiment had reached the point of no return. She had procured her first John. She was now a hooker.
"I want you to pretend," he said. "Pretend?"
"Yeah, I want you to pretend we're a couple of teenagers at a drive-in."
"A drive-in?"
"Yeah, and we're going to make out in the back seat and then I'm going to try to undress you and make love to you."
"Try to undress me?"
"You're going to resist. You're not the kind of girl who does it. Get it?"
"Sounds like fun," said Jann sarcastically.
"Only you can't fight me off. I nail you in the end."
"Okay. Just do me a favor."
"What?"
"Don't rip my clothes off."
"But I have to," he insisted. "That's part of the game."
"I'll make a deal with you," she bargained. "You can rip off my bra and panties, but not my blouse."
"Okay, okay."
"And it'll cost another ten dollars."
"What? Another ten dollars?"
"I have to replace the torn lingerie," she cleverly explained.
"But I get to keep them."
"Agreed."
They climbed into the back seat and the charade began. First they put their arms around one another and kissed. His lips brushed her cheek and pressed against her throat, his nostrils inhaling her fragrance, his mouth exhaling a sigh. Her fingers reached the back of his head and seized his hair, curling it as she purred.
"Oh, Irma," he moaned dramatically, feeling her tits.
"Stu, don't," she acted, removing his hand from her breast. "You know it's not right."
"Come on, baby," he whined. "Trust me." The hand started to undo the buttons of her blouse.
She slapped his hand. "Now, stop that! You're being very naughty." With the top three buttons of Jann's blouse open, Stu was able to slip his hand inside and cup her breast over her red lace bra. "Please, honey," he pleaded, undoing the remaining buttons. "You know you want it just as much as I."
"Here? In the middle of a drive-in?"
"No one's watching us."
"No one's watching the movie, either."
His hand sank to her crotch and gave her snatch a squeeze. "Mmm. Feels nice and warm."
"Keep your hands to yourself," she remarked.
"I'd rather keep your hands to myself," he laughed, unzipping his fly and placing her hand on his swollen cock.
"You're disgusting!" she said, taking her hand away.
"Come on, it won't bite. Be nice to it and I may even let you kiss it."
"I wouldn't kiss it if it were the last prick on earth."
"You'll do more than that, bitch," he leered, unbuckling the belt of her jeans. "Don't touch me!"
"Okay, okay. Just take off your blouse. We'll just kiss a little, then we'll stop."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
She slipped out of her blouse and he immediately grabbed her, forcing his lips against hers. She broke away and sputtered, "But you promised!"
"Fuck that shit!" he snarled. "I want a piece of ass and I want it now!"
"Stop it!" she protested, still playing her part. "Take me home this instant!"
"Not until I get myself some pussy," he declared, peeling her jeans down her legs as she thrashed him with her arms. "Either you put out or I take it."
He managed to pin her flat on the back seat, sitting on her legs and restraining her hands. She lay panting, gazing up at him. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, trying to sound as terrified as possible, knowing it would heighten his pleasure.
"First I'm going to suck your tits," he told her, grabbing the bra between her boobs and ripping the garment from her captive flesh, exposing her milky white tits and their hard, brown nipples. "Man-oh-man!" he exclaimed, then began nursing on each breast.
Jann, who had been excited by the mere suggestion of the game, was now helplessly aroused, unable to put up even token resistance. She tossed her head from side to side and moaned.
Stu's lips drifted down to her belly and his lizard-like tongue teased her navel. Then, like a wild animal, he clenched his teeth on the elastic of her scarlet lace panties and savagely tore it from her flesh. Jann shuddered.
He released her, parting her legs so he could kneel between them. He stared at her cunt, as if gazing at a feast. "Now, my little slut," he said, "it's time to eat."
"What?"
"And I have quite a taste for raw beaver."
His face plunged between her thighs and his mouth practically devoured her twat. Her hips twitched as his gifted tongue scoured the outer and inner parts of her snatch. Once he had found her clitoris, he licked and sucked it relentlessly, sending her into convulsions of ecstasy. "Mmm," he'd moan while tasting the juices of her sex. "Better than honey."
When he sensed that the pleasure was becoming too intense for her, Stu kept his mouth on her cunt, but turned his body around to the sixty-nine position. Lowering himself slowly, Stu felt his cock sink smoothly into her waiting mouth. Her warm lips closed around its head, then gobbled most of the shaft. As Stu's tongue continued to torture and tantalize Jann's luscious pussy, he was able to raise and lower his pelvis, driving his cock deep into her throat and out again.
He came quickly, pumping gob after gob of hot semen into her mouth, howling with ecstasy. Jann obligingly gulped down as much of the scum as she could without gagging. Exhausted, Stu sat up, leaving Jan unsatisfied. She noticed, however, that his cock was still hard. "You're not finished, are you?" she asked.
"That'll do," he panted.
"But what about me?"
"You?"
"I didn't come yet."
"Well, that's your problem. I'm the one who paid sixty dollars for it. Who said you have to be satisfied? "
"What's the matter? You don't know how to fuck?"
"Of course I know how to fuck," he replied indignantly.
"Oh, I get it," she said. "You can't come twice."
"What? I can so!"
"Yeah? Prove it."
"You can sit your cunt on this," he ordered, holding his rigid cock with his hand.
She straddled his thighs and inserted his organ into her damp and eager pussy. He was so thick that she had difficulty squeezing him in, but the tight fit was well worth it. She chained her hands behind his neck, leaned back, planted the heels of her feet on the upholstery of the back seat, and lifted herself up and down. As if galloping on a wild stallion, she bobbed and bounced, consuming every inch of his meat as it impaled her again and again.
"Oh! Do that again!" she begged, when his tongue reached out to flick her nipple. Instead he tightened his grip around her waist, drawing her closer, feasting on her tits, sucking them madly. His fingers widened to take both cheeks of her ass in his hands to help her quicken the pace of their fucking. "Ohhh!" she cried. "That's it! That's it! I think I'm coming!"
"I'm right behind you," he grunted.
Jann abruptly paused, threw her head back and wailed. Every muscle in her body stiffened, then trembled as if made of jelly. "Ahhh!" she screamed, brought to a shattering climax.
Moments later, she felt him straining beneath her, then the warm flow of semen dripping from her cunt onto her thighs.
"Ohh," he sighed. "That was great."
Jann freed herself from his shriveling cock and sat beside him. Playfully, she ran her hand across his chest and murmured, " You were great." She was exaggerating, of course. He had been merely adequate in her book.
"You're what I call a real man," she purred, kissing his cheek.
Susan was right, thought Jann. There is nothing to it. "Will you drop me off in town?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied, gathering her torn bra and panties and stuffing his prized souvenirs in the glove compartment. "After the ride you gave me, I'd drive you anywhere."
CHAPTER FOUR
Bill did not come home until nine p.m., weary from twelve hours on the assembly line. He ate his supper in silence, showered and went to bed.
Although she did not expect tonight to be any different, Jann wore her sheerest pegnoir and an ample amount of Bill's favorite fragrance. As soon as he closed the light, she made her move. "How about a back massage?" she suggested.
"That would be great, honey," he gratefully replied. "I really need it."
"Just strip to the waist, lay on your stomach and relax," she told him, reminded of how her massages used to get him all hot and bothered.
He did as he was told, surrendering to her soft, soothing hands. Jann stroked, rubbed and kneaded his aching muscles, often in a slow, sensuous manner. "You're so strong," she whispered in his ear. "My big, strong guy." Her fingernails raked his back, tingling him as well as easing the tension that wracked his body. Occasionally, her fingertips would stray along the sensitive ridges of his ribs, or toy with the elastic of his pajama bottoms, or fondle the hairline at the back of his neck.
"I love you, Bill," she murmured sweetly, kissing his ear, then licking him from his brawny shoulders to the base of his spine. "I want you to fuck me," she moaned, practically begging. "I want to feel your big, hard cock between my legs. I want to feel it deep in my cunt. I want you to fuck me all night. I want you to come inside of me. Please, Bill. Do it to me. Fuck me tonight."
She listened for his response. All she heard was his shallow breathing. "Bill?" she said. "Bill?"
He had fallen asleep or was merely pretending to be asleep. "Alright," she muttered. It was then that she finally decided what to do.
The next day, she placed an ad in one of the sex tabloids. In the item, in the personal column, her name was Daisy. She described herself as young, beautiful and insatiably horny, willing to satisfy discreet gentlemen on appointment for a modest price. She included the number of her laundry-room telephone with explicit instructions that calls be made between 9 a.m. and 4 p.m., weekdays.
Within hours of the ad's appearance, the phone started ringing. Sorting out the crank calls from the serious queries, she booked three appointments the first day. In the evenings, when Bill was home, she would leave the phone off the hook.
The first two of the three appointments were businessmen in town for a convention. Both were rather quick encounters that weren't even satisfying except for the hundred dollars she pocketed.
The third appointment, however, was memorable. She met an older if not quite elderly man in the cocktail lounge of an unfamiliar but impressive hotel. After ordering drinks and exchanging pleasantries, they got down to business. "What do you normally charge?" he asked.
"Fifty dollars a session," she answered, prepared to haggle over the price with him.
"I'll pay you one hundred," he offered to her surprise. "Just as long as you do a good job."
"Why so generous?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because I want you to take good care of my boy," he replied.
"What do you mean?"
"My son. He's now eighteen. I don't believe he's ever been laid. I want him to learn from a pro."
"That's quite a birthday present," Jann remarked.
"He deserves it. He's a good kid."
"Sure he can handle something like this, being inexperienced and all?"
The father shrugged. "He is a very shy young man, but I think this will give him the confidence he'll need later on in life."
Jann was not about to debate the question, not with a hundred dollars being offered. "Where is he?" she asked.
"Room 919," said the father. "Why don't you go up and see him?"
"After my drink," Jann replied with a smile.
When Jann knocked on the door to Room 919, there was no answer. She knocked again, but once more there was no response. She thought it might be a hoax, but the gentleman in the cocktail lounge had given her a fifty-dollar advance, a rather expensive joke if that's what it was. She knocked one more time. The door opened slightly and the face of a teenage boy peeked out into the hall.
"Hello," she smiled. "Didn't you hear me knocking?"
"I'm ... I'm sorry," he apologized nervously, opening the door a little wider. "I ... I was in the bathroom."
"My name's Daisy," she told him. "Your father sent me up to see you."
"Oh," he nodded awkwardly. "Right. My ... my name's Danny."
Jann's smile widened into a warm, friendly grin. His boyish anxiety amused her. She was also pleased with his appearance. For an eighteen-year-old, he was exceptionally handsome and athletic, tall with dark curly hair and hazel eyes. It was hard to believe that such an attractive boy was too shy to score with girls, but Jann was determined to set the problem straight. "Well?" she asked.
"Huh?" He stared at her. "May I come in?"
"Oh, sure, sure," he said, ushering her into the room, glancing down the hotel corridors and shutting the door quickly.
Jann sat on the edge of the bed and smiled up at him. "Anything in particular you'd like to do?"
Danny avoided her eyes and shrugged.
"All right," she said, "in that case, we'll do everything."
Danny cast a worried look at his enticing visitor. "Relax, don't worry," Jann reassured him. "We'll take it nice and slowly."
She kicked off her shoes, which made him flinch. Then, with her two hands, she gathered the bottom of the V-neck sweater she was wearing and pulled it up and over her head. Shaking her hair back into place, she tossed the garment onto a nearby chair. She stood and unzipped her skirt, letting it settle in a heap around her ankles. She stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside. Her white half-slip followed and she stood before him in bra, panties, garter belt and stockings.
Danny was petrified, rooted to the spot, self-consciously staring at her. Undeterred, Jann approached him and unbuttoned his shirt. Gently, she touched his bare chest, then peeled the shirt down his arms. "You're very muscular," she remarked, squeezing his biceps.
"I-I lift weights," he shyly replied. "Strong men turn me on," she said convincingly.
Gazing into his eyes, she let her hands explore his brawny shoulders, solid chest and trim waist. Then she parted her lips, bent forward and kissed him. The tension in his muscles slackened, but he made no attempt to touch her. Playfully, she kissed his neck, then each of his nipples, then again her mouth pressed against his lips.
"Why don't you finish undressing me?" she suggested.
He started to reach behind her to undo her bra, but Jann stopped him. "The clasp is in the front," she softly informed him.
He reached for the snap between her cleavage, fumbled with it for a moment, then unhooked the cups of her bra. Her tits spilled forward like ripened fruits of temptation. She shrugged off the straps of her bra and took his hands. "Touch me," she said, encouraging him to fondle each of her breasts.
His trembling hands held her tits in a fragile grip, her nipples hardening between his fingers. "Your hands are so soft," she moaned. Bravely, he massaged her luscious mounds until a bulge emerged in the crotch of his pants. She acknowledged his erection with a stroke of her hand. "I knew I could get it up," she purred.
Jann backed away from him and reclined on the bed, spreading her nylon-clad legs provocatively. "Take off my panties," she softly ordered.
He knelt between her outstretched legs, grasped each end of her undergarment and yanked it off. He stared down at her gorgeous cunt, just inches away from his face, beckoning him. "Want it?" she asked, teasing him.
Danny's mouth opened and his breathing became heavy. He couldn't take his eyes away from the treat before him. His mouth, which had gone dry when he first saw her, was now practically drooling.
"That's right," said Jann. "Take a good look. All of this is yours."
He licked his lips, then felt her thighs where the nylon ended and the flesh began. He stroked the entire length of her legs, then ran his fingers through the curls of her pubic hair.
"Ever eat a girl?" asked Jann. Danny shook his head. "It's easy," she told him. "I-I d-don't know if I c-can," he stammered.
"Of course you can. If you're a real man, that is. Just kiss it and lick it."
He hesitated, unsure of himself, then pressed his cheek against her thigh. She stroked his hair. "Try it," she said.
Danny's lips managed to find their way through her bush of pubic hair and planted a wet kiss on her warm, moist cunt. "Mmm," she murmured. "That felt good. You did that very well. Now ... lick me."
His tongue gently probed her, delving aimlessly into her womb. "A bit higher," she instructed. Then, when he touched her clitoris, she said, "That's it. Right there. Lick that." He did her bidding, arousing her to a higher level of passion. "Faster," she commanded. "Faster and harder."
He complied for a minute or two, then pulled away. "My jaw is sore," he complained.
"That's all right," sighed Jan. "You did very well."
"You really think so?" asked Danny. "You're not just saying that, are you?"
She responded by sitting up and kissing him. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her, too. His kisses wandered from her neck to her tits. She took one of them in her hand and offered it for him to suck. He nursed on each of them while Jann unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.
She made him stand up while she removed his pants and underwear. He found himself standing naked with his hardened cock pointed at her face.
"It's beautiful," she claimed, touching his prick. "So big, so long." Her fingers tickled his balls as her tongue toyed with his rod. Her lips slid along his shaft as if playing a flute. Finally, holding it in her fist, Jann took his cock in her mouth and sucked him. "Yummy," she said between mouthfuls. "Ever have a girl go down on you?" she asked.
"No," he admitted with a laugh.
"Like it?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, make sure you find yourself a girl who's willing to do it, 'cause once you get your cock sucked, you can never get enough."
Jann opened wide to service him again, enveloping his long, firm manhood with her drenching mouth. Her hands massaged the back of his thighs, then reached up to palm the cheeks of his ass, pulling them toward her so she could swallow even more of his meat. The smooth, sleek rhythms of his thrusts made his knees buckle, but he stood erect, eyes closed, moaning, his hands meshed in her hair, steadying himself and forcing her head to remain in his crotch.
"Oh-h-h," he started to whine, "oh-h-h, shit!"
Fearing he would come prematurely and lose his hard-on, she pried herself away. "Not yet," she whispered, rising. "Save it for the best."
She escorted him to the bed and made him lie on his back. Then she straddled his hips, took his hot, wet cock in her hand and guided it into her cunt. He clutched the bedsheets as she pumped up and down, fascinated by the sight of his young cock slithering in and out of her. Danny reached up to cup her bouncing tits, squeezing them as she rode, setting off a series of groans and grunts that convinced him he was pleasing her as much as she was pleasing him.
Then he abruptly stopped.
"What's wrong?" asked Jann.
"I forgot!" cried Danny. "I didn't put on a condom."
She laughed hysterically, then bent forward and kissed him. "That won't be necessary. I'm on the pill."
"I'm sorry, I....," he said, extremely embarrassed. "It's just that ... for a second ... I forgot that you were ... ah...."
"You forgot I was a hooker," she said, completing his sentence. "Good. I'm glad. I think that's beautiful. That makes it special ... for both of us."
He smiled at her, his anxiety finally gone.
"That's one way of fucking," she declared. "Want to try another?"
"Okay," he nodded.
She set herself on her hands and knees, doggie-style. "Enter me from behind," she instructed.
He penetrated her without difficulty and fucked her slowly. "Mmm. I like this better," said Danny, holding her hips and grinding his cock in and out and around.
"Me, too," she concurred, rotating her pelvis to complement his movements.
His hands slid under her to take her suspended breasts, kneading them while his hips slammed into the uplifted, slightly parted cheeks of her ass.
"Now," she gasped, breathless with ecstasy. "Try it in the other hole."
"You mean...."
"Fuck my asshole," she said bluntly. "Won't that hurt?"
"I don't care. That's what I want. You'll like it even more. It's tighter."
He removed his cock from her cunt and inserted it into her anus. She was right. It was tighter. He tried to force himself in and she squealed in pain. "No! Don't stop!" she hastened to tell him. "Go ahead. Put it in as deep as it'll go."
He grasped her waist and rammed into her roughly, feeling his prick plunge like a sword while she shrieked with agony and delight. "Fuck me, please!" she begged. "Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!"
He started slowly, clutching her garter straps to maintain his balance, then gradually quickened his pace and was soon poking her shit chute with the speed and desperation of a dog in heat, encouraged by her frantic appeals for more, more, more.
"I can't go on," he finally told her. "I'm going to come any minute."
"Pull out," she advised.
When he withdrew, Jann turned over and lay on her back. Panting and perspiring, she opened her legs and gazed up at him. "How about some good, old-fashioned, slow, hard fucking?"
He grinned and mounted her. His cock slid gracefully into her feverish, saturated cunt. "The perfect fit," she said, kissing him deeply, their tongues swimming in each other's mouth. They were content to kiss and caress, humping at a leisurely, fulfilling pace.
As she soared on the exhilarating feeling of another man's cock in her cunt, Jann thought of Bill, pretending it was him who was fucking her. It was Bill's tongue in her mouth, Bill's chest on her tits, Bill's belly grinding against hers, Bill's thighs between her thighs, Bill's magnificent cock buried within her. A pair of hands clutched her buttocks, and in her yearning, they were Bill's hands. "Oh-h-h, baby," she moaned in Danny's ear. But she was talking to Bill.
"Fuck me, baby! Give me all of it, every single inch. Make me come! Make me fucking come!"
She raised her nylon-encased legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist. He quickened his thrusts, pounding into her relentlessly. Drenched in each other's sweat, their bodies writhed and arched, orgasming simultaneously on the crest of cries and embraces. And it was Bill's semen that poured into Jann's gluttonous cunt. "All of it!" she gasped, holding Danny captive between her legs until every drop was devoured.
Exhausted, Danny fell asleep. Jann quietly dressed and left the room, confronted in the hallway by Danny's father. He handed her the rest of her fee. "You did a wonderful job," he complimented.
"How do you know?" asked Jann with a sly grin.
"I watched," he replied.
"What?"
"We have adjacent rooms, connected by a single door. You were too busy to notice me. I was quite discreet."
Jann was shocked, but the idea also excited her. "Is that how you get your thrills? Watching?"
"Sometimes," he admitted.
"Like what you saw?" she asked.
"Very much," he smiled, staring deep into her eyes. "Want to make another fifty dollars?"
Jann glanced at her wristwatch and discovered that the afternoon was still young. "What do you have in mind?"
He opened the door to his room. Jan hesitated, just to tease him, just to savor the moment she knew she was desired. "Like father, like son," she quipped, entering the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Where've you been?" asked Bill as Jann walked through the door one afternoon.
She was startled to see him. It was only three-thirty and he wasn't expected until six p.m. at the earliest. "You're home," she said with the appropriate amount of surprise in her voice. "Is anything wrong?"
He shook his head. "I got sent home early because there was a mechanical problem on my conveyor belt. They should have it fixed by tomorrow morning."
"Well," smiled Jann, kissing him on the cheek. "It's good to have you home so early."
"So?"
She stared at him. "Huh?"
"So, where have you been?"
"Out," she replied vaguely. "Out shopping."
He noticed she hadn't brought anything home with her. "What did you buy?"
"Nothing. I went shopping, but I didn't buy anything."
Apparently he was satisfied with her answer because he dropped the subject. "We got a crank call," he mentioned.
Jann's heart sank. "Oh?"
"Someone called on the phone in the laundry room. It was a man asking for Daisy."
"Wrong number, huh?"
"No, he had the right number, wrong party. He called three times before giving up. He said he was in town for some sort of convention and was looking to get laid. I told him to go fuck himself."
"For Pete's sake!" cried Jann, pretending to be shocked. "Maybe we ought to report it to the telephone company."
Bill waved his hand. "Forget it. I don't think he'll call again."
Jann excused herself, went to the laundry room and took the phone off the hook. When she returned to the living room, she put her arms around Bill's waist and hugged him. "It's too early for dinner," she said. "What can we do?"
Bill gazed into her eyes, suddenly realizing just how beautiful she was. A notion occurred to him and he kissed her passionately. The kiss left her breathless and hopeful. Jann was not particularly in the mood to make love, especially after a busy day with six clients, but she was willing to submit to whatever Bill had in mind. Resisting was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. He needed the encouragement, to know he was wanted.
Soon his hands were fondling her tits through her clothing. She faked being aroused, kissing him with conviction. He brought her down with him to the floor and made her stretch out on her back. He lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her, pushing the hem of her dress up to her waist, peeling off her panties and parting her legs. He fumbled with his trousers while she stuck her tongue in his ear and murmured, "That's my baby. Put it right in."
But after stripping below the waist and lowering himself between her legs, Bill balked. He kissed her some more and ran his hands over the mounds of her breasts, but when Jann reached down to guide his cock inside her, she found that it was still soft.
"Shit!" he cursed, turning away from her.
"Maybe if we wait a few minutes," she said, "use a little foreplay...."
"It won't do any good!" he snapped. "I can't do it. I just can't."
"At least you tried," she said softly. "I'll just have to be patient."
"I'm of no damn use to you," he bitterly remarked.
"That's not true," she contradicted, rubbing his back.
He faced her, then unexpectedly plunged his lips to her cunt. Jann recoiled, pushing him away. "What are you doing?"
"I want to please you," said Bill. "One way or another. If this is the only way I can do it...."
"You don't have to please me, Bill," she assured him, feeling guilty and embarrassed over the idea of her husband sticking his tongue where six other men had fucked her that day. "Really, darling. I'm happy just to be with you."
He kissed her gently and vowed, "Someday I'm going to make it up to you."
"I know," said Jann, tenderly touching his cheek.
Susan was pleased to hear of Jann's success at her clandestine occupation, inviting her over the phone to visit her on a free afternoon. Jann was enormously impressed with Susan's posh duplex apartment on the other side of town. Not only was it spacious and impeccably furnished, but immaculate. "I have a cleaning woman here twice a week," she revealed, pouring a glass of white wine for each of them.
They sat on her terrace and laughed over Jann's experiences in her new profession. "And you said you didn't think you could do it," Susan reminded her. "Now look at you. Not only did you find your own clients, but you've serviced over a dozen of them."
"No one is more amazed than me," said Jann, sipping her wine on an empty stomach and feeling a bit light-headed.
"It just goes to show you," remarked Susan. "You can do anything if you give it a chance." There was a twinkle in her eye that made her even prettier than Jann had noticed before.
"Unfortunately," said Jann, "I'm going to have to keep it up. Although it's improved our economic situation, we're so deeply in the hole that it'll take thousands of dollars to turn it around."
"So enjoy it while it lasts," Susan replied slyly. "Have some more wine," she offered, seeing that Jann's glass was almost empty.
"I shouldn't," Jann declared, allowing her hostess to refill her glass. "I get tipsy very easily."
"So what? We'll get tipsy together. We'll get giddy and have a laugh or two."
"I could use a few laughs," said Jann, gulping down her wine.
"Any improvement with Bill?" asked Susan.
"Not yet. He tried, but ... he's not ready yet."
"It's a shame. A beautiful young woman like you shouldn't be denied."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" wondered Jann.
"Without a doubt. In fact, I was watching you make love to George and I was thinking, 'she's got to be the sexiest broad I've ever seen.' "
"Oh, come on," scoffed Jann with a nervous laugh.
"Really. I was jealous."
"Well, coming from someone as gorgeous as you, that's a terrific compliment," said Jann, rising. "Excuse me, I think I'll freshen up."
She went into the living room, heading for the bathroom when suddenly she lost her balance. Before she could fall, however, Susan grabbed her arms and steadied her. Jann shook her head. "Wow! Is my head spinning!"
Then Jann noticed that Susan was still holding her arms, staring into her eyes. Before she realized what was happening, Jann was in Susan's embrace, being kissed passionately on the lips. "What are you doing?" she asked anxiously.
"Relax," smiled Susan. "It's just a kiss." Then she kissed Jann again.
"I don't think we should be doing this," Jann declared, yet too weak to resist.
"Yes, it does," Jann admitted. "But I'm not like that."
"Like what?"
"You know. I don't do this with women."
"Normally, neither do I," Susan claimed. "But sometimes, at the right moment, it can be wonderful." She kissed her again, gently stroking her hair.
Jann was breathless and very warm. "You're taking advantage of me," she said. "Wine makes me horny."
"Good," smiled Susan, kissing her cheek.
"This is so strange to me," Jann remarked. "I've never been seduced by a woman."
"But it does feel good, doesn't it?" Susan asked, touching her breast.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, closing her eyes.
"You'll try anything once, won't you?"
Jann didn't bother to answer. Instead she put her arms around Susan's neck and kissed her. Susan took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. There, they slowly undressed one another, stripping each other of their blouses and skirts, peeling away their stockings and panties, undoing their bras, their bracelets and chains.
Soon they lay naked in each other's arms on the soft quilt of Susan's bed. They explored one another's body with their hands and mouths, Susan taking the initiative, resting her cheek between Jann's breasts as her long, sharp fingernails skimmed the contours of her flesh, roaming the ridges of her ribs, the curves and slopes of her waist and belly, her hips and ass, the velvety smoothness of her thighs and into the furry warmth of her cunt. Susan's fingers playfully curled Jann's pubic hair, then traced the pursed lips of her pussy and ventured within. Jann shuddered as she felt Susan's index finger plunge into the depths of her vagina. Then another finger entered and another and another until four fingers were buried inside her and Susan's thumb pressed on her clitoris, stimulating her female juices.
"O-o-o," cooed Jann, taking Susan's head in her hands and bringing it up to her face where she kissed her friend passionately. "It feels so good," she murmured.
"And it's going to get better and better," Susan promised.
While Susan's fingers kept busy in Jann's twat and Jann's hands kneaded Susan's tits, they tongue-kissed, driving each other mad with desire.
Then Susan removed her hand from Jann's cunt. "Don't stop!" Jann implored desperately.
Susan just smiled. Hovering over Jann's face, she stuck each of her fingers in her mouth, licking off Jann's delectable vaginal juices. Jann stirred beneath her. "Ohh. I want it so bad," she panted. "I want you, Susan. I want to make you come and I want you to please me, too."
"You'll get your treat," her friend replied. "But first you'll have to earn it." Susan straddled her face and lowered her own cunt to Jann's mouth. Obediently, Jann used her tongue to please her. It was the first time she had ever eaten pussy, and to her continuing amazement, she found that she enjoyed it and performed her task with a flair. Now she knew how Bill felt going down on her. She held Susan's ass in her hands while her tongue ably rolled the clit to the point of near-orgasm.
Gratefully, Susan turned herself around so that they could both enjoy it. While Jann continued to give her cunt a deeply satisfying workout, Susan sensuously licked her thighs. Her fingers brushed aside Jann's pubic hair and held her pussy lips wide apart. Then, with Jann's clitoris clearly visible, Susan began to lick and suck her juicy, pink snatch, going down on her better than any man ever had.
Jann rewarded her by licking her asshole and reaching down to pinch her hardened nipples. Susan squealed with delight. "Mmm. Lick me again. You do that so well."
Jann tongued her anus some more, then returned to her clit. "Ohh," sighed Susan. "Eat me. Eat my pussy."
Susan reciprocated by using every technique she knew to satisfy her lover. So effective was her tongue that she had to pin down Jann's legs, which jerked up with each sensitive flick. Meanwhile, Jann's face was drenched with her own saliva and Susan's cunt juices, but she maintained the intensity of her lovemaking, her tongue relentlessly mopping the inner and outer recesses of her saturated snatch.
They timed it so they'd come together, both women moaning and grunting and arching their hips at the moment of supreme ecstasy. Then they dozed, Susan resting her head on Jann's belly. It was Susan who eventually got up and suggested a shower.
In the steaming spray, they lathered each other, fondling one another while washing away the lingering traces of their afternoon of love and lust. Susan's sudsy hands rubbed against Jann's breasts, her slippery tits and nipples slithering through soapy fingers. Jann sponge-scrubbed Susan's crotch and cunt, imparting an occasional kiss.
They dried each other off with fresh towels, and sitting on the edge of Susan's bed, buffed themselves with dusting powder until they were again soft and dainty.
"I don't want you to think," said Jann, "that just because I enjoyed myself, I want to do it ever again."
"Don't you?" asked Susan, kissing her shoulder.
"I'd rather not. It was a very special experience. Let's not make it a habit."
"You need more than a stiff cock to take care of you until your husband recovers," Susan bluntly contended, rubbing the back of her hand along Jann's bare arm. "What you need is a tender and unselfish lover."
"I don't need someone to complicate my life," Jann retorted. "No. Let's be friends, not lovers."
"We could be both."
Jann shook her head.
"Well, before our relationship becomes strictly platonic," said Susan, "why don't we do it just one more time?" Hearing no immediate word of protest from Jann, Susan bent forward and kissed her lips.
"Well," sighed Jann. "Maybe just one more time." She sank into the softness of the bed, taking Susan in her arms, parting her legs so she could fit between them. They held each other tightly, grinding their cunts together, renewing their passions. Susan wickedly licked and sucked her tits, while Jann's nails raked her flesh from the back of her thighs, over the rump of her ass, along the curve of her spine to the blonde curls of her hair.
Midway through lovemaking, Susan rose from the bed to find something in the bottom drawer of a cedar chest. Jann propped herself up on her elbows to see the surprise. From beneath a pile of sweaters and jeans, Susan produced an artificial penis. "Meet my old friend, Dick," she quipped.
Jann giggled, amused by the enormous size of the ersatz organ.
"He's been a consistent source of comfort over the years," said Susan, hurrying back to bed. "Want to get acquainted?"
"Mm-hm," smiled Jann. "Intimately."
"This is what you really want, isn't it?" asked Jann.
"I never met a cock I didn't like," Jann kidded, wrapping her fingers around the rigid rod. "O-o-o. Feels like the real thing."
"Why don't you find out how it tastes," Susan suggested.
Gamely, Jann shoved the fake pecker into her mouth. "Mmm. Tastes like strawberries," she noted, sucking greedily.
"I sprayed it with flavoring," Susan explained.
"Delicious," said Jann, running her tongue up and down the shaft and around the head.
"Lay back," Susan told her, taking the dildo from her hand, "and open your legs. You're going to be fucked by a strawberry cock."
Jann reclined, swinging wide her shapely legs, prying apart the lips of her cunt to accommodate the long, thick shaft of pink rubber. "Oh!" she gasped as Susan slid it in. "I wish I could keep it there all day, just walk around with a cock between my legs."
Susan began to shove it in and out, watching Jann's face transform from amusement into pleasure into delirium. She'd rub the head of the penis against Jann's clit, then plunge it as deeply as possible into her friend's womb. Tingling with ecstasy, Jann tossed her head from side to side and grasped the bed's brass headboard. Then, with an unrestrained wail and legs jerking, she came.
Susan discarded the dildo and curled up next to Jann, planting little kisses on her forehead, eyes, cheeks and lips. "And now," she whispered. "It's my turn."
"What's your pleasure?" asked Jann, willing to do anything.
"My pussy's on fire," said Susan passionately. "It needs a wet tongue to put out the flames."
Jann obligingly went down on her, inexhaustibly licking her clit into a frenzy. Then, inspiration made her reach for the dildo. As she pumped it in and out of Susan's tight cunt, she continued to lick her taut clitoris. It drove Susan wild, sending shivers of delight like electric waves through her body. "Fucking shit!" she shuddered. "More! Give me more!" She raised her hips in a desperate effort to possess the full pleasure of cock and tongue. "Fuck me! Lick me! Fuck me! Lick me!" she repeated endlessly, thrashing her head from side to side. "Ohhh, motherfucker! I'm coming!" she cried. Jann flattened her tongue against her clit and rammed the rubber cock to the hilt. Susan wrapped her thighs around Jann's neck and exploded with an agonizing scream. Her body trembled, then was still.
Minutes of rest and silence passed. Finally, Jann sat up in bed, her pert nipples still hard, her flesh speckled with goose bumps. She smiled at Susan. "How about another shower?" she asked.
CHAPTER SIX
Jann had hoped that Bill's attempt at lovemaking would gradually alleviate his problem, but in fact it was having the reverse effect. Afraid of failing again, he reverted to avoiding sex. Meanwhile, the money continued to pour in. After two weeks, Jann managed to deposit eight hundred dollars in their savings account. They would need several thousand. Little did Jann know that fortune was soon to smile on her in two unusual ways.
She received a call from a young man named Dave who claimed that he and his buddies were planning a bachelor party for a friend named Charlie. They wanted her to be the gift. "Just for an hour," he told her.
"That would be on an evening, right?" she asked, worried that she wouldn't be able to get away from Bill.
"Right," said Dave. "Tomorrow evening, in fact, about nine o'clock."
She'd have to make up an excuse. "Okay," she accepted. "I'll do it."
She figured that as long as all the boys were contributing to the party, no one would object to a one-hundred-dollar fee. Dave agreed to the price and gave her the address of the bar where the party would be held.
As luck would have it, it was Bill who provided Jann with the chance to get away. At the dinner table he mentioned the formation of a bowling team among the plant workers. They wanted to get together the following night.
"You ought to join," Jann suggested.
"Nah," he resisted. "Why should I?"
"It would give you a chance to get out of the house, be with your friends, enjoy yourself for a few hours...."
"I don't know...." he hesitated.
"You're a terrific bowler," she bragged. "I'll bet whatever team you're on will come in first."
"
"Maybe I'll give it a shot," he finally relented.
The following evening, Bill was out of the house by eight p.m. Jann showered and dressed in a tight-fitting black dress with a slit than ran the entire length of her thigh. With a pair of spiked heels and a considerable amount of makeup, she not only looked the part, but was unrecognizable, giving her the anonymity she needed.
She arrived at Patrick's Tavern promptly at nine and was greeted at the door by a handsome young man. "Are you Daisy?" he asked.
"Yes," Jann smiled.
"I'm Dave," he introduced himself. "Glad you could make it. Can I get you a drink?"
"An apricot sour would be nice," Jann told him.
When he returned with her drink, she asked, "Where's the party being held?"
"A room in the back."
"How should we work this?"
"Well," said Dave, "we already ate, so I'll just introduce you as Charlie's present. You'll walk in and sit on his lap or something. Then the guys and I will direct you to your room."
"Our room?"
"Yeah. We know the owner of this place," Dave explained. "He's got a small bedroom upstairs. You and Charlie can get it on up there."
"Accommodating, aren't you?" she remarked.
Dave just smiled and returned to the party. Jann followed the sound of laughter to a doorway in the rear. Unnoticed, she peered into the room where a rowdy assembly of at least a dozen young men was celebrating loudly and boisterously around a long table.
"I'd like to make an announcement," said Dave, standing beside Charlie's chair. His friends all cheered and hooted. "The fellas and I had a hard time figuring out what to get you as a present, Charlie. We wanted to find something appropriate for the occasion on this, your last night as an unmarried man."
Charlie, a shy sort of young man with short black hair, a pleasant if not handsome face and a stocky frame, squirmed in his chair, anticipating something embarrassing. When Jann walked into the room amid an avalanche of whistles and catcalls, his face turned pale, then blushed. She was ravishingly beautiful, but that only filled him with terror.
"Hi, Charlie," Jann smiled pleasantly and kissed him on the cheek. "My name's Daisy."
"She's all yours, Charlie," Dave laughed, patting him on the back.
"Thanks, fellas," he grinned, thinking it was only a joke. "That's really funny. Cute. Really cute."
"Well, what are you waiting for?" chided Dave.
"Huh?"
"There's a vacant bedroom waiting for you upstairs."
"You mean," said Charlie, "you want me to go upstairs with her?" He was stunned.
"Well, I don't want you to go upstairs with me!" Dave teased. The place erupted with laughter.
"Ha-ha. Listen, fellas," Charlie chuckled nervously, "a joke's a joke, but let's not get carried away."
"You're not going to turn down such a lovely lady, are you?" asked Dave.
"I'm getting married in the morning!" Charlie protested.
"Well, it's about time you learned how to do it," someone shouted.
"Come on, Charlie," smiled Jann, taking his hand. "Let's go upstairs and get acquainted."
"No ... I ... I ... I don't think ... we ... ought...."
"Go on, Charlie!" everyone shouted, grabbing the groom-to-be and forcing him upstairs to the bedroom. Jann followed, caught up in the spirit of the moment. Charlie was tossed into the room and as Jann entered, the door was closed behind them.
It was a small room with nothing but a single bed, a sink, and a table and chair. A window was draped with a thick black curtain.
Behind closed doors, Charlie was shy and embarrassed. Jann tried to ease his timidity with an encouraging smile. "Relax," she told him. "Think of me as a friend."
He sighed. "You know, we don't have to do anything."
"Oh, but I'd rather we did," she replied pleasantly. "Besides, your friends have already paid me."
"You can keep the money and we can just sit and talk for a while," he suggested. "That way, they'll think we did something."
She laughed. "But if they think we did it anyway, we might as well do something and enjoy ourselves!"
Charlie shrugged.
"What's the matter?" asked Jann. "I'm not attractive to you?"
"Oh, no. You're absolutely beautiful. It's just ... I love my fiancee very much. I'd feel guilty if...."
"Why feel guilty? Of course you love her. Making it with me doesn't change that. She'll never know, so what harm is there?"
Charlie nodded, but was not totally persuaded. To change his mind, Jann slowly undressed. Evidence of his conversion swelled to a bulge in his pants.
"I know what we'll do," she said-: "Let's do something that you've always wanted to do, but your fiancee is unwilling to perform. While we're doing it, you can pretend that I'm her.".
"That's not a bad idea," Charlie admitted, removing his jacket and loosening his tie.
"Is your bride adventurous in bed?" asked Jann, approaching him.
"Well...." said Charlie. "My fiancee is old-fashioned when it comes to sex. In fact, she's a virgin."
"Come on," Jann scoffed.
"Really," Charlie attested.
"You mean, you never made it together?"
"Not ... not intercourse, no."
"She's never gotten you off?"
"Well, she's used other ... methods."
"Hand job, huh?"
Charlie nodded dolefully.
"You poor thing," Jann groaned. "Has she ever gone down on you?"
"Are you kidding? The one time I suggested it, she wouldn't speak to me for a week."
"Are you sure you're doing the right thing in marrying her?"
"I love her."
Jann sighed. "You're a sweet guy. Maybe she'll be more responsive as time goes by. Encourage her."
"I'll try," Charlie vowed.
"I guess I'll just have to give you the full treatment," said Jann.
Charlie's eyes lit up with anticipation. "The full treatment?"
Jann smiled and knelt before him. Slowly she unzipped his fly and his swelled cock popped out. "Well," she laughed. "Eager little pecker, isn't it?"
She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks against his cock, dabbing it with little wet kisses. She stuck out her tongue and pretended to lick him, coming within a fraction of an inch, but pulling away, teasing him.
Charlie leaned against a wall and unbuckled his belt, allowing his pants to drop. He tugged down his briefs, giving her full access to his genitalia, which ached for her mouth.
She petted his cock as if it were a puppy. Then she took it in her hand and stroked it gently. He closed his eyes and moaned. "Is that how your fiancee does it?" she asked.
He did not reply, too busy fantasizing about his intended, faithful to her even in his dreams.
Jann lifted his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. Then she kissed them and felt his legs quiver. She calmed them with long strokes of her tongue, then licked and tickled his balls. "Imagine," she said, "imagine your fiancee doing this...." And she began licking his cock from the base to the head, lubricating it with her warm, glistening saliva.
Charlie placed his hands against the wall to steady himself. "Ohhh," he groaned. "That feels good."
"Do you want me to suck it?" she asked playfully, feeling delightfully wicked. "Do you want me to suck your big, hard cock?"
"Oh, yes!" he replied. "Please."
"Remember...." she whispered enticingly. "It's your fiancee who's doing it."
"Please...." he gasped. "Do it to me!"
She held the base of his shaft in the grip of her fist and devoured the rest of his cock, pumping it in and out of her mouth. Unable to contain his ecstasy, Charlie placed both of his hands on her head and thrust his hips in rhythm with her movements. Her other hand brushed against his thighs and buttocks and gently cupped and squeezed his balls.
"Jeezzz!" he hissed as she released his cock from her grasp in order to swallow as much of it as she could. "That's it, baby. Suck me. Suck your daddy," he grunted, unaware of what he was saying, too preoccupied with his fantasy.
Without warning, he exploded in her mouth. She gagged momentarily, then swallowed some of his seed. The rest of it squirted all over her face, onto her neck and dripped down to her breasts.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, panting.
"Don't worry," she told him. "I like it when a man comes on me."
He couldn't understand why, but accepted it anyway. Still, he felt compelled to wet his handkerchief in the sink and offer it to her. She preferred to wash herself instead, then lay naked on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. "Ready for round two?" she asked.
Charlie stared at her inviting cunt, but woefully admitted, "I don't know if I can get it up again so soon."
"Leave that to me," she said, beckoning him with outstretched arms.
He quickly disrobed and joined her on the bed. They embraced and kissed passionately. She reached down to take his cock in hand and as she touched him, it miraculously sprang erect.
"It'll be harder for you to come this time," she noted. "Which means you'll be able to keep going longer."
"What should I do?" he asked feebly.
"Must I tell you?" she smiled.
He cupped her breasts and felt her nipples harden. Shyly, he bent down and kissed her tits, then nibbled on each nipple. Soon he was sucking one and massaging the other.
"Ever eat a girl?" she slyly asked.
"Sure," he answered unconvincingly.
"Ever go down on your fiancee?"
He shook his head.
"Would you like to go down on me?"
Charlie frowned. "To be honest with you ... I ... I don't particularly like the taste."
Jann was disappointed, but she was so eager to be eaten that she had a clever idea. "Do you like to drink beer?" she mysteriously asked.
Charlie stared at her. "Huh?"
"Do you like beer?"
"Yeah."
She pointed to a can of ale on the table. "Why don't you pour that all over my pussy and lick it up?" she suggested.
"What?" he grinned. "That's crazy."
"Come on, Charlie." She nudged him. "Be daring. I'll bet you'll never get the chance to do something like that again."
Charlie's innocent grin transformed into a sly leer. He fetched the can of beer and pulled the tab, spurting a geyser of foam that hit the ceiling. Then he approached Jann, who put her hands behind her head and spread her legs as wide as she could.
Charlie doused her cunt with a swig of ale. "O-o-o, that feels tingly," she said as the icy beverage trickled into her vagina and the white foam soaked her pubic hair.
Charlie placed the can on the floor by the bed and made a dive for her crotch. His mouth nestled in the hairy grotto between her thighs, his tongue lapping up the tasty treat. "Mmm," he moaned. "Not bad."
"Pour some more," Jann told him. "You can tell your friends you got drunk on pussy."
He generously sprinkled the beer on her belly and thighs as well as her twat, licked her clean, and thrilled her as much as he was thrilling himself. Goosebumps swept across her flesh, reacting to the cold liquid and the intimacy of his tongue. She raised her hips when he touched her clitoris, just to let him know that that was where his tongue belonged. Obligingly, he concentrated his efforts on her sensitive clit, becoming just as aroused, for in his mind it was his fiancee's cunt he was eating out.
Wild desire got the better of Charlie. He seized Jann's thighs, raised himself, mounted her and plunged his cock into her beer-drenched cunt. Jann let out a piercing scream as she felt his hardened meat penetrate her. But it was a scream of unbearable pleasure and she hoisted her legs so high that they crossed his shoulders. He pounded into her like a sledgehammer, mercilessly, fanatically, his lips sucking her tits, his hands clawing at her tender flesh.
"I can't seem to come," he suddenly panted in her ear. She herself was nowhere near climax, although she was enjoying the workout.
"I'm too lubricated," Jann replied. "You need something tighter." She encouraged him to withdraw, then rolled over on her stomach and assumed the doggie position. "Stick it up my ass."
"Won't that hurt?" he asked.
"Just do it," she told him. "You'll love it."
Grasping her hips, he positioned himself between the back of her thighs, inserted his cock between the cheeks of her ass and rammed it deep into her anus. Jann gritted her teeth to suppress a grunt. It was a snug fit. Charlie certainly appreciated it. "Ohhh! That is better. Much better," he moaned, working his rod in and out, slapping his groin against her quivering buttocks. He rotated his hips and weaved his thrusts, reaching under to cup her dangling tits.
"Don't be afraid to pick up the pace and get rough," she said, also feeling greater pleasure. "I like it hard and fast."
Charlie complied, quickening his pace, fucking her asshole with animal force. He felt a powerful orgasm building and warned her. "I-I'm coming soon. Want me to try to keep going?"
"That's all right. You can come."
And come he did, wrapping his arms around her waist in a bear hug and slamming his spurting cock as deep into her asshole as it would go. Her arms exhausted, Jann collapsed on her stomach, buried under the weight of him.
When Charlie finally withdrew, he rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. Jann got up from the bed and walked on wobbly legs to the sink. He dressed while she washed, he feeling more satisfied than he had ever been, she feeling unbearably horny.
"Good luck tomorrow," she wished him before he left the room.
"Thanks," he replied, kissing her cheek, a gesture she thought was very sweet. "And thank you for the wonderful present."
"My pleasure," she smiled.
"No, my pleasure," he clarified. An idea occurred to Jann. "Charlie?" she said. "Would you do me a favor?"
"Name it."
"I'll bet all your pals downstairs are pretty horny just thinking about us. Pass the word that I'm ready for any guy looking for action. Twenty-five dollars a head."
"Will do," said Charlie, opening the door and stepping outside.
Jann was not to be denied. Every one of the male partygoers took his turn, gladly doling out twenty-five dollars per, practically forming a line outside the door to the bedroom, titillated by Charlie's glowing review of his session with Jann.
The first six men wanted blowjobs. Servicing a half-dozen different cocks, Jann felt as if her jaws had been pried apart and she swallowed more cum than she ever thought her stomach could hold. The next three men insisted on screwing her, each of them too drunk to fuck competently, leaving her even more frustrated. Four more wanted to take her on at the same time, fulfilling one of her favorite fantasies in which she sat on one cock, sucked another and jerked off two others simultaneously. But she derived little pleasure from bobbing up and down on a stiff rod while another slid in and out of her jerking mouth and the others slithered through her moving fingers-she felt like an X-rated marionette.
When they were through with her, she lay on the bed, alone in the room, and counted the cash-four hundred and twenty-five dollars. She stashed it in her purse and relaxed awhile. That horny feeling was still itching between her legs. She could not believe that out of fourteen cocks, not one of them knew how to use it. She'd just have to rely on herself. With her eyes closed and dreaming of Bill, she began to massage her clit. But even she couldn't get herself off.
Then suddenly she opened her eyes and there was Dave standing over her. "Hello," he grinned. "Looks like you need a helping hand."
"I need a man," she replied bluntly.
"I'll do my best," he promised, quickly stripping.
"Only thing is ... I blew all my cash on this party. Can I give you a check?"
"Honey," she said, "if you make me come, it's on the house."
"What if you fake not coming?" he asked playfully.
"Listen, I can fake coming, but it's impossible to fake not having an orgasm. Just whip out that cock of yours and let's see how good you are."
Standing naked before her, Dave was the answer to her dreams, with broad shoulders, strong arms, muscular frame and athletic legs and of course, his crowning glory-an enormously erect cock poised and eager to please her.
He lay beside her on the bed, tenderly enveloping her in his arms, kissing her softly on the lips. His kisses grew more passionate, their mouths opening to each other, their tongues intermingling. His raw hands explored every inch of her body with gentleness and intimacy. Then his lips wandered where his hands had been, covering her neck with their warmth, sucking her nipples to rigidity, tasting the sweetness of her belly and thighs and the tangy nectar of her juicy cunt.
Jann responded with breathless whimpers, delicately stroking his shaggy brown hair as his head wandered about her body. She permitted him to take the initiative, writhing as his tongue replaced his lips as the tool of pleasure. He licked the labia of her cunt, then his tongue wormed its way within, combing every accessible part of her vagina before settling on her clitoris. Jann clung to the sheets as he flicked her tender pink meat, rapidly massaging it with his loving tongue, setting her aflame with passion.
She seized his hair in her fist and removed his head from her crotch. He slapped her hand away and raised himself to straddle her shoulders. She was pinned to the bed with his cock and balls before her face. Her tongue reached out to lick his rod, coating it with her saliva. Raising her head slightly, she was able to take his balls into her mouth as if devouring fruit. Dave moaned with ecstasy and bent backwards, bracing himself with one hand, using the other to massage her cunt.
Jann's tongue wandered beneath his testicles and into the warmth of his anus, darting in and out and around, then returning to his balls and up the length of his throbbing manhood.
Dave held her head tightly in the palms of his hands and force-fed her, pumping his cock into her mouth and halfway down her throat. Saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed his entire length, only too willing to suck him off, to give him the best headjob he ever had.
"That's a good girl," he murmured. "Take it all. Eat me. Eat my meat. Take it all."
She expected him to come, but instead he slowly removed his cock from her mouth, lay on top of her, caressed and kissed her. His gentleness and consideration aroused her to even greater desire. "Fuck me," she was compelled to say. "Please, fuck me."
"In good time," he whispered, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her lips.
"No. Now," she practically begged.
He spread her legs and fit between them, holding his cock in his hand, inches away from her eager beaver. "Do you really want me to?"
"Please!" she implored, raising her hips to encourage him. "I need it! I need it badly!"
"How badly?" he asked mercilessly.
"Oh, come on! I'm like a bitch in heat!"
"Beg me for it," he demanded.
"I am begging for it! Please!"
"Tell me what you want and how you want it."
"Oh!" she squirmed. "I want your cock! I want your big, hard cock in my cunt! I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me more than anything!"
"Keep telling me what you want," he commanded, allowing his cock to rub against the parted lips of her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, jerking her hips. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
His prick nudged her clitoris, sending her into convulsions. "Oh, please!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Without warning, he penetrated her to the hilt. She wailed and threw her arms around his neck. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted.
He began to screw her in long, slow strokes, occasionally rotating his hips. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she panted, totally wild with lust.
They rolled over and she was on top, bouncing up and down, galloping on his rod, taking his hands and pressing them against her breasts. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she repeated insanely.
Viciously he toppled her from her throne, again assuming the superior position, humping her with renewed vigor. Jann dug her nails into his back and wound her legs around his waist, all the while kissing him with unrelenting passion.
In an extraordinary display of strength, Dave lifted her from the bed, his cock still embedded, and fucked her standing upright on his legs, her limbs still wrapped around him. Staggering, he slammed her back against the wall, but went on working his cock in and out, Jann still hoarsely begging him, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Brutally, he twirled her away from the wall and down flat on the tabletop, the two of them resembling erotic wrestlers, but still screwing, still locked in each other's savage embrace.
Finally they fell to the floor and Dave took her breast in his mouth, fucking and sucking like a crazed rapist. Jann fantasized that Bill was standing over them, watching. "See," she said to her husband in her dream. "This is what a real man is like! Take a good look, Bill. How do you like it? Does it turn you on? Are you getting hard watching another man fuck your wife? He's fucking me, Bill! His cock is in my cunt and he's fucking me! And I love it! Do you understand? I love it!"
The fantasy brought her to the brink of orgasm. She held Dave tightly and moaned, "Oh-h, I'm coming."
"Me, too!" he grunted, pounding into her.
"Keep it coming," she said. "Keep fucking me! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
His thrusts nailed her to the floor, piercing her with determined force. "More! More!" she shouted, squeezing his head to her tit, arching her hips to meet him. "Oh, God! That's it! That's it! Ohhhh! Fucking shit! Aaaaaaah!"
Dave had held back his own climax for this moment, wanting to come when she did, their crescendo building to volcanic fury. He clutched the cheeks of her ass and drove himself as deeply into her as he could, trembling with ecstasy. They came with a deafening wail, followed by a collective sigh of satisfaction, remaining entwined long after the sensation subsided.
Jann wanted to tell him how wonderful it had been, how no man, not even Bill, had ever satisfied her quite that way. Instead, she expressed her gratitude by taking his cock into her mouth, the cock that had just spilled its seed into her womb, licking it clean as she knelt before him, a gesture of recognition for its magnificence.
"Not bad, huh?" he said.
She stared up at him. "It was very good," she agreed.
"Damn right," he said arrogantly. "You ought to pay me for cock that good."
The remark brought her down to earth. He was just a cocky little prick who happened to be good in the sack. To him, she was nothing but a high-priced piece of meat. "Yeah," she replied. "It's so good, you ought to sell it to teenage boys."
The innuendo confused, then infuriated him. He dressed in a huff and slammed the door behind him on the way out.
Aching and unable to believe that she had scored with fifteen men in one night, Jann dressed and took her small fortune home. It would be days before she'd be back in the saddle.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The phone calls abruptly stopped. Jann realized that it was because her ad in the sex tabloid had not been renewed. She had earned enough money to ease some of the financial burden, but at least a thousand dollars more was necessary to get them completely out of debt. She considered placing another ad, but before she took action, she received one more call.
"My name is Edward," the caller informed her in a voice that sounded impressively distinguished. "I was wondering if you'd be available any day this week?"
"Yes," Jann replied enthusiastically. "Would tomorrow be convenient?"
"Tomorrow would be splendid," he agreed. "I'll be needing you the entire afternoon."
"Where are you located?"
"I live on Briarcliff Road in the Sherwood Estates. Are you acquainted with the area?"
"Yes, of course," said Jann excitedly, Sherwood Estates being the most exclusive development of houses in the county. Edward had to be rich.
"Mine is the red brick house," Edward elaborated. "It's easy to find."
"What time?"
"Shall we make it one p.m.?"
"One would be fine."
It had been nearly a week since the bachelor party and Jann was fully recovered, eager to get back to hustling. Prior to her appointment with Edward, she bathed in scented oils and dressed in her sexiest lingerie and tight, low-cut black dress.
She was on time for the rendezvous, having no difficulty finding Briarcliff Road or the impressive red brick house situated at the top of a grassy hill. She emerged from her car and was greeted at the door by a smiling gentleman of about fifty with silvery hair, medium build and dressed in an impeccably tailored sports jacket, slacks and scarf. "You must be Daisy," he declared with obvious satisfaction.
"And you must be Edward," she replied just as warmly.
"How wonderful of you to come," he said pleasantly, ushering her into the house. "You're even lovelier than I had imagined."
"Thank you," Jann smiled, gazing about her at the many rooms off the main hallway, each opulently decorated. "This is quite a house," she remarked.
"Glad you approve. Would you like a drink?" Edward offered.
"You needn't bother," she declined.
"It's no bother," he assured her. "I'm planning to pour myself some wine. Care to join me?"
"All right," she finally relented, following him to the bar in the spacious living room.
"Do you live here alone?" Jann asked as he poured her drink.
Edward laughed softly. "In this great big house? Of course not. I live here with my wife. We also have a live-in housekeeper."
"Where is your wife?"
"Away on a business trip," he replied, handing her the glass of wine. "We both work. That's how we can afford to live in the lap of luxury."
"And the housekeeper?" wondered Jann, taking a sip.
"On vacation."
"Convenient," Jann muttered, then made a sour face.
"What's wrong?" asked Edward. "The wine's bitter."
"Perhaps a poor vintage. Would you prefer something sweeter?" he suggested.
"No, that's all right." Jann took another sip.
Edward put his own glass to his lips and quickly gulped down every drop of his wine. "Tastes fine to me," he said with a strange smile.
Jann began to see double. "What's going on?" she asked, putting her hand to her head.
"You've been drugged," Edward replied nonchalantly.
"What?" she cried, the room spinning.
"That's right," he said. "You're going to pass out in a few moments."
"But why?"
"So that I can do what I want to you. So that you won't be able to resist."
Jann tried to turn and run, but stumbled hopelessly to the floor. Edward hovered over her. "Relax, whore," he cruelly intoned. "I'm going to use you. I'm going to degrade and humiliate you. I'm going to fuck you inside and out. I'm going to run your cunt through the wringer."
"Please...." she begged, too dizzy to keep her eyes open. "Don't ... hurt me."
"Shut your face, slut!" he shouted. "You're just a piece of filthy whore meat. You deserve what I'm going to do to you."
"No...." she gasped, then passed out.
When Jann awoke, she felt the tightness of rope knots around her wrists and ankles. She was lying face-down on a bed. Her clothes had been torn from her flesh. All that remained were her black silk stockings and garter belt. She was tied to each post of the bed, spread-eagle on her stomach.
Jann hysterically sought to free herself of the bonds that entrapped her.
"It's no use," Edward cackled. "You can't escape. You're my slave. I'm your master."
Edward walked around the bed so that Jann couldn't see him or know exactly when he would strike. Her body tensed with terrified anticipation and he was delighted with her helpless captivity. "Scared, aren't you?" he laughed. "You don't know when it's coming. It could be now, it could be much later ... I might humiliate you all day and all night...."
Jann squirmed, as if pleading with him to do it and get it over with. Then she was struck with the paralyzing fear that perhaps he had more in mind than mere verbal brutality. No one knew she was there. No one could hear her scream. He could kill her and there'd be no way to stop him.
"Cunt!" he suddenly shouted. "Soft...." he whispered, touching her bare shoulders, back and buttocks, tracing the curve of her spine and inserting his finger in her anus. He bent down to kiss the back of her neck, then ran his lips along her ribs, around her waist to the alabaster cheeks of her ass.
Edward laughed hysterically. "You have a gorgeous ass. I'm going to enjoy sodomizing you.
"The time has come, my queen of sluts," he declared. "Time for the fucking of the whore."
Jann braced herself for what promised to be a harrowing experience. She listened as he removed each article of clothing, then felt the mattress flex as he climbed onto the bed, assuming his position between the backs of her legs. His hands grasped her thighs, then clutched the straps of her garter belt, lifting her ass, spreading her well-formed cheeks, exposing her gaping anus. "Looks tight," he observed in a clinical tone, "too tight to please me." Then his tongue perversely licked her asshole, slobbering saliva, lubricating her. "That's better," he approved, "the better to fuck you deep inside your anus."
Like a sharp prod, his rigid cock introduced itself to her ass, poking its way into her anal canal. "You're a whore," he told her bitterly, clutching her hair in his fist and yanking her head back so that she could see his face upside down. "That's right. You're nothing but a disgusting woman. We're going to fuck, like animals."
He released her head and Jann buried her tearful eyes in the bedsheets. He was totally irrational, dangerously so. She trembled, convinced she was doomed, wishing she had never decided to do this. She had ignored the dangers, naively believing she could take it and leave it and emerge unscathed. If she could only escape this ordeal, she vowed, she would never do it again.
Edward grasped her black silk thighs and rammed his rod deep into her ass. The pain shot through her body like a thousand volts of electricity. Chuckling, Edward reared back, sliding his cock out of her, then tearing into her again, the agony just as intense. He invaded her again and again, his laughs becoming moans of pleasure, his hands moving up to pry open the cheeks of her ass, then squeezing her hips, enveloping her waist and toying with her cunt. His lips pressed against her neck and his lizard-like tongue wormed its way into her ear. As his thrusts quickened, his hands spread beneath to cup her flattened breasts. Pinching her nipples between his fingertips, he murmured in her ear, "My sweet bitch...." His hot breath gave Jann the shivers.
Edward fucked her for what seemed like an hour without coming, all the while belching obscenities into her ear, exploring her with his hands, soiling her with his perspiration and saliva. Then, unexpectedly, he paused, withdrawing his cock. She knew it was only temporary.
Then his hands reached for her thigh, undoing one of the garter straps and slowly peeling down her stocking. He undid the knot around her ankle in order to get the stocking off. With only one leg free, Jann did not dare put up a fuss, still unable to resist him. Even if she could, she did not possess the strength. She waited and wondered what his next move would be.
He penetrated her again. "You worthless cunt," he sneered.
"I have an idea," he said, moving in and out of her shit chute. "Let's see if I can come."
Jann raised and rotated her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, anything to make him come quickly.
As his pleasure intensified, Edward's thrusts quickened. Jann's humiliation contributed to his ecstasy, drawing him closer to exquisite fulfillment. His groaning became more desperate, his fucking as fast and as furious as ever. She heard him cry out in orgasm, felt his semen bubbling into her butt, felt the crushing weight of his exhausted body crumbling on top of her.
Edward stood at the foot of the bed, still naked but fresh from an invigorating shower. Staring at the nude body sprawled lifelessly on the bed, he had an erection. "Fucking whore," he jeered, then smiled.
Jann's eyes opened and gazed at the ceiling. She was still tied, but she was lying on her back. When she realized that he had more in mind, she started to scream for help.
Edward made no effort to stifle her. Instead, he continued to smile and waited for her hysteria to subside. "It's no use," he told her. "No one can hear you. The nearest house is half a mile away."
"Please," she begged. "Let me go."
"I'm not finished with you."
"I won't tell anyone. I promise. Just set me free."
"Not until I get my fill."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I like it."
"You enjoy debasing me?"
"Yes," Edward nodded. "Don't you like women?"
"I love women. I think every man should have one ... like a pet."
"Is that the way you feel about your wife? Your mother?"
"Shut your mouth, whore!" he screamed. "You'll do as I wish! Understand?"
Weeping, Jann nodded her head.
"That's better," he said. "And now ... let's have some fun."
Once again, Jann was a captive of terror, hesitating to speak, dreading what he would do to her if she defied or aggravated him.
Edward advanced, his dick glistening. Slowly he climbed onto the bed, between her legs. Bending forward, he placed his tool flat against her cheek. "You have such a pretty face," he softly intoned, adding, " ... for a whore." Jann remained silent. His cock caressed her soft cheek-he used his dick to trace her lips. "Lick it," he told her.
"W-what?" she asked timidly.
"Lick my huge cock, lick it!"
Reluctantly, Jann's tongue touched the gleaming head, avoiding the wet, semen-stained tip. The smile on Edward's face was cold and wicked. "Lick my prick, you cunt," he murmured again and again.
He raised himself to straddle her face. Taking his cock in his hand, he guided it into her mouth. "Suck this, you slut," he ordered.
Jann did as he wished, stroking his manhood with an obedient tongue, salivating on the massive length of his shaft, generously coating the crown of his cock with her oral juices. Then, clutching a handful of her hair, Edward forced his lengthy rod into her mouth. "Suck my wad, bitch," he cruelly ordered. "Suck me dry. Gimme head!"
He used her mouth as if it were a cunt, pumping his hips to slide in and out of her throat, watching her face as she closed her eyes and swallowed his thrusts, enveloping his meat with those luscious, moist lips of hers. Too aroused to hold back, he came with a shudder, spilling his hot cream into her mouth, withdrawing so that the remaining cum spurted onto her face. "Swallow it," he commanded. "Delicious, huh? That's whore food."
Sick with disgust, Jann obeyed. In turn, he took a wet washcloth and cleaned her face. Since he had ejaculated, she hoped the ordeal was near an end, but her wish was in vain. He reversed his previous position, facing the foot of the bed, shoving his buttocks into her face. "Kiss my ass," he demanded.
With a groan of humiliation, she complied. "Again," he ordered. "And again and again. That's it. Now, lick my asshole," he told her. Jann had no choice. Her tongue did for his anus what it had done for his cock. Jann continued to lick his ass. "Nice big slit," he noted, staring at the lips of her pussy. "Looks like a tasty meal." He lowered his head to kiss her gaping twat. "Mmm. I love to eat beaver," he crudely jested. Winding his arms tightly around her thighs, he buried his lips in her cunt, licking her clit and savoring her juices.
When Jann was unable to climax, Edward gave up, wiping his mouth with his arm and bitterly remarking, "Frigid bitch. All you're good for is sucking cock and licking ass. He turned around and sat on her stomach.
"Let's see if you're good for anything else," he suggested. He traced the contours of her breasts with his fingers, impressed with the way her nipples hardened when touched. "Best set of tits I've seen in a long time," he complimented, holding each one in his hands, gently massaging the warm mounds of flesh. He sucked her boobs greedily, biting the nipples until she cried out in pain. Then he squeezed them together, inserting his cock between them, which gave him another erection. "Well, well," Edward smiled. "Looks like my cock's getting hard again."
Jann just stared at him and wondered what else he could do to her, what other way he would choose to abuse her.
Edward's answer came with a leering smile. "It's time you had a good fucking. And believe me, I'm going to hump your cunt!"
"Haven't you had enough?" she summoned the courage to ask. "Won't you let me go?"
"No," Edward replied, "I haven't had enough and no, I won't let you go. You're my little toy, my all-day cocksucking whore. You're a cunt and a pair of tits, a piece of raw meat to serve my every need, my every desire. You exist for my pleasure alone." And before she could protest any further, he positioned himself between her legs. His throbbing cock easily penetrated her, sliding with ease until his shaft was buried to the balls in her hot, juicy twat. "I'm inside you, whore," he said. "Feel how my manhood fills you."
Jann turned her head to the side and closed her eyes in shame.
Edward's lips covered her neck, his hands grasping her thighs, his hips pulling and pushing, forcing his cock in and out of her tight orifice. "How do you like it, whore?" he mocked. "Tell me, bitch. Tell me how you worship my cock.
"Come on, slut," he demanded in a menacing tone. "You lie to other men-you can lie to me. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to come in your cunt."
With tears streaming from her eyes, Jann obeyed. "P-please ... please do it to me," she pleaded in a feeble, tearful voice.
"Oh, you can do better than that," he scoffed. "I want filth!"
"Please ... fuck me," she said.
"More!" he shouted.
"Please, fuck me. I want to be fucked. I-I want you to fuck me."
"What do you worship?" he goaded her.
"I ... I worship your ... your cock."
"Come on, bitch!" he yelled angrily. "Put some emotion into it!"
"I adore your cock," she responded thoughtlessly. "It's so big and hard. I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me with it."
"More!"
"I want you to come inside me ... the way
... the way you came in my mouth ... the way you came in my ass."
"What are you?" he demanded.
"A ... a whore."
"What else?"
"A slut, a tramp, a cunt...."
"And?"
"A piece of meat."
"Yes," he hissed, quickening his thrusts, grunting like the obscene animal that he was. "Gimme more!"
"I want you to rape me," she sobbed.
"Why?"
"Because ... because I want your cock. Because I need your cock. Because I worship your cock!"
"Good girl," he moaned, writhing like a belly dancer, watching his prick slither in and out of her body.
Jann promised herself that if she survived, she would never hustle again. She'd endure the anxiety of unpaid bills and the frustration of an asexual marriage, anything but this. Her life was more important to her than thrills and cash.
Edward's hands slipped under her ass and raised her crotch to meet his relentless thrusts. His lust became uncontrollable and he grunted each time he pounded into her, licking her face with his tongue, drooling in her ear. His hands kneaded the cheeks of her buttocks as he impaled her to the hilt and slowly grinded his hips against hers. Savoring the experience, he prolonged his pleasure, refusing to come until he had his fill.
He fucked her for nearly an hour. Then, from sheer exhaustion, he decided to anoint her with his essence. Clutching her ass and gritting his teeth, he shuddered to a climax. Jann passively lay rigid, absorbing his abundant load of warm, clammy cum.
When Edward withdrew, he wandered on wobbly legs to the bathroom, there to wash and dress himself. When he finally emerged, he approached the bed and stared down at Jann, still tied and helpless, yet hopeful of release. The sight of his semen oozing from her luscious, pink cunt excited him.
"Please," she pleaded. "Let me go."
"You didn't really think I'd let you go, did you?" he asked menacingly. "I've gone too far already."
"I won't tell anyone," Jann promised.
"I can't risk that," he grimly intoned. "After all, I have a reputation to maintain."
"I ... I ... thought we were friends," said Jann, desperate to find any excuse. "How could you make love to me and then want to hurt me? We could ... we could have so much fun together."
Edward smirked, too shrewd and cynical to buy it. "You're not my friend. You're just a whore I hired. You mean nothing to me. I used you, now I'm discarding you."
"But you'll be punished!" insisted Jann. "You don't want that, do you?"
"They'll never find you," he predicted.
Suddenly a phone in an adjoining room rang, breaking the spell that held Edward. He glanced toward the ringing, then back at Jann. "I'll be right back," he ominously warned.
Although Edward was in another room, Jann could hear his end of the conversation: "Hello, dear. How's it going? So soon? Huh? You're at the airport? You're on your way? Oh. No, no. I'm just surprised ... pleasantly surprised. Okay. I'll see you later. No, everything's fine. You, too. Goodbye."
Edward hurried back into the room and Jann held her breath. He picked up a knife, using it to cut the ropes that held her legs apart. "That was my wife," he nonchalantly informed her. "She's on her way home.
You'll have to get dressed now and leave." He reached up and cut the remaining ropes.
Jann sat up in bed and loosened the knots, watching in disbelief as Edward routinely dropped the knife on the bed and went to fetch her clothes.
"Here," he said, tossing the garments on her lap. "Slip into something." He then walked to a far wall where he removed a framed painting concealing a small safe. Quickly dialing the combination, he opened the safe, revealing a stack of cash. "What do I owe you?" he asked briskly.
Furious, Jann charged him and hit him across the face with her fist. The blow sent him staggering to another wall. "You goddamn sadist!" she hollered.
Stunned, he held his hand to his battered cheek and stared at her with pathetic anguish. "What did you do that for?"
"Two minutes ago you were ready to kill me! Now you want me to get lost before your wife discovers us!"
"I wasn't going to hurt you," he claimed innocently. "It was just an act."
"Don't give me that shit!" roared Jann. "You tied me up and humiliated me!"
"That's my thing," he lamely contended.
"Your thing?!" cried Jann. She ran back to the bed and snatched the knife. She turned on Edward with hateful eyes and a sharp, glistening blade. "Maybe my thing is castration!"
"What!" Edward exclaimed, defensively covering his groin with his hands. "You wouldn't...."
Jann approached him slowly, a maniacal smile on her face.
"Oh, no! Please!" he cowered, looking ridiculous.
"You're a sickie," she declared contemptuously. "You're not fit to live in this world."
"I'm sorry," he began to sob. "I can't help myself."
"Your wife ought to know just what a slimy, psychotic degenerate you are!"
"Oh, no!" he wept. "Don't tell her. She'd die! I'd die! Just take your money, get dressed and go. Please!"
"Shut up, wimp, or I'll cut your balls off!" Jann warned him. Then, glancing at the wall safe and then at Edward, she asked, "How much cash do you have?"
"What do you usually charge?" he replied.
"Fifty dollars," said Jann. "But in your case, it'll cost more."
"Yes, of course," Edward agreed, inching his way to the safe. "I'll give you a hundred for your trouble."
"Think again," Jann contradicted. "For my trouble, you're going to pay much more."
Edward cast an uneasy look. "All right, all right. Two hundred. Now get dressed. My wife will be here any minute!"
Jann slashed the air with the knife, sending Edward fleeing to a corner. She then reached into the safe and removed its contents. She counted thirty one-hundred-dollar bills. "This will do," she said, tossing the cash on the bed.
"You're crazy!" Edward protested. "It's out of the question!"
"Shut up, prick!" snapped Jann. "I'm taking it and you won't stop me, not unless you want to wear your own cock in your ear."
"You won't get away with this!" he warned.
Jann smiled. "Oh, yes I will. I don't think you want your wife to know all the sordid details of this afternoon."
"That's blackmail!"
"Yes, I know. And what you did to me is called rape and sodomy."
"But ... but ... you're ... a ... a...."
"A piece of whore meat? You're going to pay for that, creep." Jann moved closer, threatening him with the knife.
"What are you going to do?" he trembled.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered.
"What?"
"You heard me, do it!" Shaking like a leaf, Edward stripped. "Okay," said Jann. "Show me to your wife's bedroom."
"Why?"
"Just do it. Do it or I'll slice you into tiny pieces."
He obediently led the way to another bedroom.
"All right," Jann told him. "I want you to find a pair of your wife's panties, bra and stockings."
"You're not going to take those, too, are you?" he asked.
"Do it!" she demanded, prodding him in the ass with the knife.
Edward jumped, rummaging through the drawers of a dressing table to find the pink undergarments. He tossed them on the bed. "You can't wear these," he declared. "My wife's several sizes larger than you."
"I'm not going to wear them," Jann casually informed him. " You are."
Edward blushed profusely. "You're insane!"
"Put them on," she commanded.
"I will not!" he defied her.
Jann took a wild swipe at his cock, missing it by just inches. Covering his manhood, Edward leaped back in fright. "You're out of your mind!"
"Get dressed, sweetie," Jann insisted.
Moaning with distress, Edward slipped into the panties and awkwardly hooked on the bra. Then he sloppily donned a pair of blue pantyhose. Standing there in drag with his silver hair and rugged, manly face, not to mention the bulge between his legs, he was the most absurdly comical thing Jann had ever seen. She was unable to contain her laughter.
"Now turn around and put your hands behind your back," she ordered.
"What are you going to do?" he whined anxiously.
"I won't hurt you if you do what I say," Jann assured him. "But if you resist...."
Reluctantly, Edward turned his back on her and placed his hands behind him. Jann took a belt from the dresser, made a noose and slipped it around his wrists. Quickly, she had his hands trapped in a tight knot. "Turn around," she told him.
"This is silly," he declared. "My wife will be home any minute."
"Here," said Jann, stuffing an assortment of panties, hankies and scarves into the cups of his bra. "This'll help you look the part."
Rosy-red with embarrassment, Edward passively endured, obeying Jann's command to lie down on the bed. As soon as he did, she tied his ankles to each post at the foot of the bed. Despite his feeble protests, Jann raided a cosmetic kit and painted his face with rouge, mascara and lipstick and even found a platinum blonde wig for him to wear.
Spreading lipstick on her own mouth, Jann applied conspicuous kisses on his face, chest, belly and thighs. Then she sprinkled him with perfume and dusted him with powder.
"You look absolutely lovely," she teased. "A real queen."
"You heartless bitch!" screamed Edward.
"Now, now," said Jann in a little girl's voice, straddling his shoulders. "Naughty, naughty. Mustn't be so nasty. In fact, you should be nice to dear, sweet Daisy. You should make her feel good all over." Holding the knife to his neck, Jann lowered her cunt on his face. "Lick Daisy's twat like a good boy."
That did not seem to be such an outrageous request to Edward, although he was anxious because of his wife's impending arrival. Hoping that if he satisfied Daisy quickly enough, she'd end this ridiculous game and leave, Edward proceeded to eat her out, flicking his long, wet tongue in, out and around her cunt. Delving deep into her honeypot, then slithering around her clitoris, his gluttonous mouth brought her immediate gratification. Jann responded with closed eyes and heavy breathing, massaging her breasts and grinding her hot, sweet pussy into his captive face.
She came with a twitch of her thighs and a soft groan, drenching his lips with her aromatic scent. Then she lay beside him, relaxing in the exquisiteness of afterglow.
A few minutes later, when Jann made no effort to conclude the afternoon's activities, Edward began to fret. "You'd better untie me now," he told her. "It's getting awfully late. My wife will be home soon."
"Untie you?" said Jann, rising from the bed. "Why would I want to do that?"
"All right, you've had your fun," said Edward nervously. "Now we're even."
"I don't think so," Jann replied, heading for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To get dressed and leave."
"Wait a minute! You can't leave me like this!"
"Oh, yes I can," smiled Jann.
"What'll my wife think!"
"That's your problem, pal. I'm sure you'll think of a logical explanation why you're tied to the bed, dressed in her lingerie, wearing her wig, makeup, perfume and powder, covered with lipstick kisses and your breath reeking of vaginal odor."
"Please! Don't go!"
Jann waved bye-bye. "Have a nice day."
"Wait! Come back!"
Jann merrily trotted to the other room, dressed herself and departed, carrying the three thousand dollars in cash. As she left the house, Edward's hysterical ranting faded to silence. It wasn't until she had driven several miles away before she erupted into laughter, mirth that was mingled with tears. It was her last "appointment."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jann glanced at the kitchen clock, expecting Bill to come home within the hour. Her chores were done. Now she wanted to prepare herself for what promised to be a memorable evening. First, she drew a steamy hot bath. After that, she doused her body with Bill's favorite fragrance. Standing naked before a full-length mirror, she hooked on a black lace garter belt. Then, sitting on the edge of their bed, she slipped into a brand new pair of stockings, running her hands along her shapely legs to make the sheer silk cling as smoothly and tautly as possible. She donned a lace bodice and panties that matched her garter belt and compressed her figure so tightly that the bodice narrowed her waist, molded her hips and lifted her breasts to sumptuous proportions. Over this, she wore a red velvet housecoat that plunged between her breasts and opened in a slit along her thigh. Seating herself by her vanity, Jann applied her makeup, enhancing her already alluring features until she was positively irresistible.
Bill arrived on time, trudging through the door after a long, hard day, wearing the grim expression Jann had become accustomed to. But when he saw her standing at the bedroom doorway, Bill's face lit up. "Hi," he said.
"Hello," she smiled.
"Boy, do you look good," he remarked.
"Thanks."
"What's the occasion?" he asked, noticing the place setting and candlelight on the dining-room table.
"Tonight's your night," smiled Jann. "Tonight you get wined and dined and pampered like a baby."
"I'll drink to that," said Bill.
"First," she declared, "sit down and have your dinner."
Famished, Bill was all too eager to have supper. As Jann poured him a frosty glass of beer, he kept glancing at her. "I can't get over how terrific you look."
"Good enough to eat?" she suggested with a sly grin, an old joke of theirs.
Bill responded with a warm smile. "Don't tell me you're the dessert?"
"That's up to you," she winked.
"What's the entree?" he asked.
"Your favorite-London broil, French vegetables and a whipped potato."
"What have I done to deserve the royal treatment?" Bill wondered aloud.
"You're the man of the house," Jann replied, kissing his cheek. As she did so, Bill caught a whiff of her fragrance and a quick glimpse of cleavage as she bent over him. Satisfied with her reasoning, he proceeded to devour his tasty dinner.
"I have some good news for you," she disclosed when he finished his meal.
"Oh?"
Jann reached into her housecoat pocket and produced a bulky handful of receipts which she laid before him on the table.
Puzzled, Bill inspected the items. "These are debts," he said. "Utility bills, loans, charge accounts. I don't want to look at bills."
"Look more closely," she suggested. Bill studied the receipts and was even more confused. "Paid? All of these are paid?"
"Every last one."
"But how?"
"With money, of course," Jann replied playfully.
"Yes, but ... where did we get the money?"
Jann sighed. "I had to sell my fantastic body. You don't mind, do you?"
Bill burst out laughing, positive she was only kidding. "Come on, Jann. Be serious."
"Well, if you must know, I had been saving a little bit of my housekeeping money every week, just a little, mind you, in the hope it could be used to pay our debts. Well, after accumulating a few hundred dollars, I realized it would take me forever to save enough money get us out of hock. However, I ran into an old girlfriend from high school. Her husband is a horse trainer. She gave me a tip on a fixed race. It was a sure thing, a long shot."
"Wait a minute!" Bill exclaimed in disbelief. "You're not going to tell me...."
"Yes!" Jann laughed excitedly. "I bet everything, and the horse came in!"
"Since when do you bet on horses?" asked Bill skeptically.
"Since we've been desperate and I knew a lucky break when I saw it."
He seemed to buy her story, but was none the less distressed by the risk she had taken. "What if you had lost?"
"I probably would have killed myself. But I didn't lose, Bill. I won! We won!"
"How much did you win?"
"Five thousand dollars!"
"Five grand? What about taxes?"
"That's after taxes," she claimed.
"And you mean, you used the money to pay off all our debts?"
"Every single bill. There's five hundred dollars left over and that's in our savings account."
"I can't believe this," Bill declared, on the verge of euphoria. "It's like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders!"
"Oh, darling," said Jann. "That was what I was hoping to accomplish."
"Of course, this doesn't mean we won't have to contend with high bills and prices in the future," he noted realistically.
"No," she agreed. "But it does mean we're getting a fresh start. We'll just have to be careful. We'll try to save, we'll use our charge cards less frequently, and we'll cut back on our use of utilities. In fact, I've already contributed to that cause."
"What do you mean?"
"You know that extra phone in the laundry room? I decided it was an unnecessary extravagance. I had it disconnected."
Bill was delighted. "You're full of surprises tonight."
She smiled warmly. "Happy, dear?"
"I'm ecstatic!" he replied with a broad grin. "Come here," he beckoned with open arms.
Jann hurried to his lap and put her arms around his neck. They kissed and then stared into each other's eyes. "You're incredible," he told her affectionately. "Why do I always seem to take you for granted?"
"You must be crazy," she answered.
"Crazy about you."
They kissed again and again.
"What are you wearing under that housecoat?" Bill suddenly asked, running his hand along the red velvet of her sleeve.
"Why don't you find out?" she suggested.
Bill leaned back in his seat as Jann rose and stood before him. He tugged on the belt of her housecoat and undid the knot. Parting the folds of the garment, Bill was delightfully suprised. His eyes widened and his pulse quickened as Jann casually shrugged the housecoat from her arms and shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor in a heap around his feet.
Bill reached out to wrap his arms around her waist and draw her near. She cradled his head in her bosom, stroking his hair with genuine affection. She thrilled to the touch of his hands as they wandered over her buttocks, down to her thighs, skimming the silk of her stockings and the lace of her garter belt, gently clutching her hips.
Jann straddled his lap, resting her arms on his brawny shoulders and kissing him passionately. Their mouths opened, their tongues mingling, their embrace overpowering yet abiding in the tenderness of a constant love. Jann threw back her head as his mouth plunged to her neck, then filled her ear with warm breath and a wet tongue. Beneath her, Jann could feel the resurgence of his manhood, bulging in his tight pants. She gently stroked it as his lips drifted to the fragrant valley between her breasts.
Suddenly he lifted her in the air and seated her on the edge of the dining-room table. Then he reached out to unhook the front of her bodice. As the tight, black lace parted, her beautiful tits spilled out. He peeled the garment away and stared in awe at the irresistible loveliness that was his wife.
"You're a vision," he said, breathless with desire. "Any man would die for a woman like you. I'm so lucky you belong to me. How could I have ignored you? I was such a fool."
Jann touched his cheek and he kissed the palm of her hand. He then took her tits in his hands and caressed the soft mounds of flesh. Her pert, pink nipples hardened in his tender, loving grip. His fingertips pinched the swelling buds, giving her goose bumps and making her squirm with pleasure. "O-o-o-o," she sighed. "I love it when you touch me."
Bill bent forward and let his tongue do the tantalizing, licking her stiff nipples and smearing her tits with saliva. Encouraged by Jann's moaning, he held her waist and took each breast into his mouth, one at a time, sucking deeply and slowly as she writhed in unmistakable ecstasy. "That's it, my baby," she whispered. "Suck my tits. O-oh. You know I love it."
Bill encouraged her to lie on the table with her legs hanging off the edge. "Time for my dessert," he told her with a grin.
His lips showered her with kisses from her forehead to her cheeks, from her neck to her shoulders, from her breasts to her belly, as his fingers looped around the elastic of her panties and tugged them down her silky legs. His tongue tickled her belly button, bordered by the erotic black lace of her garter belt. Then he stroked her bare thighs above the tops of her stockings, his drooling tongue skirting the edges of her hairy crotch.
His lips returned to her breasts and as he nursed on each nipple, he inserted a finger deep into her cunt. Jann groaned and wiggled her hips. Encouraged, Bill inserted another finger, one of which he worked in and out of her vagina, the other to massage her clit. Jann arched her back to feed him as he devoured her breasts, running her hands through his hair and purring with delight.
Using his fingers to pry apart the lips of Jann's cunt, Bill dove head-first for her succulent muff. His slick lips pressed against the pouting buds that were her sex. His flexible tongue flicked, slashed and rolled her clit as her passion mounted. Jann's body shuddered and thrashed, knocking aside glasses and plates that shattered. She felt that she, too, would shatter, as the intensity of her pleasure steadily rose. "Oh, Bill!" she gasped, overwhelmed with desire. To feel his face in her crotch exceeded any of her fantasies, for it was a supreme act of love.
His tongue stiffened, grinding against her clit, sending waves of pure ecstasy throughout her body. Frantic with lust, Jann wound her legs around his neck like two powerful serpents that entrapped him. Equally delirious with the feel of her sheer stockings rubbing against the sides of his head, Bill relished his spontaneous display of oral prowess. He used his tongue to stab her clit again and again, taking the cheeks of her ass in his hands and lifting them off the table, enabling himself to savor as much of her sweet cunt, externally and internally, as he possibly could.
Jann gripped the edges of the table, grimaced in unbearable ecstasy and unleashed a deafening cry. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking like a wild mustang's, her cunt pounding into his face. She experienced a multiple orgasm before collapsing on the table. Her quivering legs released her husband. She fell from his shoulders and dangled like a rag doll. Her breasts rose and fell with her panting.
Jann opened her eyes to see Bill still seated in his chair, between her legs. He smiled at her and then reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth. "That dessert was the best part of the meal," he kidded.
Jann was so grateful that she sat up and kissed his lips, tasting her own scent. She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then planted tender kisses on his neck and chest. As her lips and tongue tasted the salty sweat of his shoulders, chest and abdomen, her hands unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and tugged down his pants and briefs. She paused to gaze at his groin. His long, stiff prick awaited her warm and willing mouth.
"Now it's my turn to please you," she said, sinking to her knees between his open legs.
Her fingers closed around his throbbing cock, holding it still and upright as she brushed her soft cheeks against his organ.
Her hot breath tantalized him, as did her tits, which nestled between his thighs and against his crotch. She held his prick between her breasts, and then traced circles around her nipples with the head of his cock. As one hand gently stroked his meat, another massaged his balls. Gradually, her mouth came into play, kissing his shaft, nibbling on his scrotum and testicles. And then her tongue emerged to service him, licking every inch of his cock and balls, thoroughly enticing him, expertly attending to his craving.
Finally, her mouth opened and absorbed his manhood. Her head bobbed up and down as she performed the act of fellatio, a ritual she was all too eager to indulge in, submissive as she had always been. Cocksucking was as much a treat for her as it was for her partner, whomever that might be-her husband or anyone else.
Bill leaned back in his chair and watched Jann give him the best headjob anyone could ask for. She does it so well, he told himself, she ought to do it professionally. Then he admonished himself for even considering such a thought about his own wife, who had never cheated on him, at least to his knowledge. She seemed to live for his comfort and satisfaction alone and for that he should be eternally grateful. How he loved the sight of her kneeling before him, taking his rod into her mouth, sucking him off without hesitation, without the slightest inhibition, practically begging him to ram his hard meat down her throat.
Soon enough, Jann had him rocking in his seat, thrusting his hips to shove his. whole cock into her mouth. His trembling hands reached blindly for her head, clutching her by the temples and forcing her back and forth, imagining that her throat was a womb, fucking it with all the force he possessed.
It had been so long since Bill had had an erection, let alone an orgasm. Only now did he realize how fantastic it could be and the significance of his recovery struck him profoundly. He felt triumphant. He felt like a man. He felt thunder between his legs as his climax reached its fevered peak. He exploded his load into Jann's mouth as if it were fired from a cannon, spewing a deluge of hot semen, creaming her with his tangy custard, which oozed like molasses and honey down her gulping throat.
Dutifully, Jann sucked, swallowed and licked away every drop of his cum. She lovingly remained on her knees, resting her head in his lap beside his shriveling cock, massaging his aching thighs.
"That was the best head you've ever given me," Bill confided, stroking her hair.
Jann looked up at him and winked. "The best is yet to come."
Bill smiled, threw his head back and sighed. "You'll have to give me a little time to relax."
"Oh, you'll relax," she assured him. "I have your every luxury planned. What you need now is a hot bath."
"Yeah," he agreed.
Jann rose to her feet and slinked away, dressed only in garter belt and stockings. Bill watched her swaying hips and long, perfectly shaped legs. The sight of her terrific ass was enough to give him another hard-on. He heard water flowing into the bathtub. When he found the strength, he wearily followed.
Once the tub was full, Bill immersed his exhausted body into the deliciously hot water. "Aahhh," he sighed, soothed yet invigorated by the warmth.
Jann knelt beside the tub, wet a washcloth and proceeded to scrub him, languidly wiping his shoulders and chest with soap lather. Bill closed his eyes and enjoyed the bath, moaning as Jann's sudsy hands slithered down his ribs, over his hips and along his thighs, then up again to his groin. She stroked his cock with a slippery grip, pleasing as well as cleansing him thoroughly.
"This is fantastic," Bill murmured listlessly.
Jann bent forward and kissed his lips. His eyes opened wide. "Why don't you join me?" he suggested.
"I already had a bath," Jann replied.
"So take another," he playfully persisted. "Let's have some good, clean fun."
Jann consented with a smile. She stood and lifted her left leg to rest it on the edge of the tub. Sensuously, she undid her garter straps and peeled the silk stocking over her thigh and down the smooth curve of her calf. She stripped her other leg with equally provocative grace, arousing Bill so much that his cock rose upright out of the water.
"What's this?" she giggled, tapping the buoyant head of his prick with her finger. "A periscope? "
"The horn of plenty," Bill wittily replied.
"We'll see how plentiful it is," Jann re marked, unhooking the garter belt and casting it aside.
"Cut the clever talk," he told her. "Sit that scrumptious cunt of yours on this flagpole of mine."
Jann stepped into the tub and slowly eased herself down. His hard meat fit snugly into her box, their intercourse aided by the soapy lubrication of the bathwater. When she had absorbed him as deeply as possible, Jann rested her weight on his flattened thighs.
"Now, this is what I call a water bed," Bill quipped.
"Cozy?" asked Jann.
"And how! Start pumping."
As Jann slid up and down on his shaft, Bill reached for the soap and lathered his hands. He then worked the suds onto Jann's protruding breasts. Her slick, firm globes slithered through his fingers and she cooed with undeniable delight.
"How does it feel?" he asked her.
Jann closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side. "Like a dream," she answered. "A wet dream."
Bill laughed, moving his soapy hands to her waist and rotating his hips in unison with her movements.
As Jann pumped faster and faster on Bill's magnificently stiff cock, the bathwater began to splash in mounting waves up and over the tub and onto the tile floor. The tight flow of warm water forced into the depths of her cunt by his insistent thrusts created a suction that was a welcome diversion for Jann. It was an unusual sensation, one that promised to deliver her first vaginal orgasm in years. She rode his rod with even greater determination, pursuing that elusive ecstasy.
Bill sensed her desperation and accelerated his efforts. They fucked harder and harder, with equal lust, pounding into one another, splashing water all about the room.
But just as Jann was about to orgasm, Bill reached behind him and flicked on the shower, spurting ice-cold water into her face. "Oh! Oh!" she gasped, leaping so high that his cock slipped out of her. "Bill!" she shrieked. "How could you?"
Bill laughed uproariously and adjusted the shower to warm the teeming water.
"That's not fair!" Jann vehemently protested, standing up in the tub. "I was just about to come."
Bill rose and took her in his arms. He gave her a passionate and lingering kiss that seemed to pacify her, holding her wet, naked flesh against his in the waterfall. "I won't disappoint you," he assured her.
His hands skimmed the curve of her back to cup the delightful cheeks of her ass and press her frustrated cunt against his seemingly perpetual hardness. "What'll it be, hot lady?" he whispered in her ear.
Her tongue tickled his ear and she replied, "Sodomy."
She turned her back to him, leaned forward and pressed her cheek against the pink tile wall. Her ass was poised for access, her anus gaping for entry, an irresistible invitation.
Bill lathered his cock for lubrication, took her hips in his hands and swiftly rammed his meat up her beckoning asshole. Jann cried out in pain, but soon she was hopelessly enthralled, lusting for his brutal cock, desiring his primitive, animalistic force. His sense of awakening virility gave Bill the impetus to penetrate her again and again, hungering for ever greater satisfaction.
Jann's legs began to buckle, so Bill wound his arm around her waist to hold her up, using his other hand to finger her clit. Grateful for his touch, Jann begged over her shoulder, "Do it to me." Bill obliged with superb dexterity, rolling her clit until she squirmed in an orgasmic frenzy.
Yearning to come when she did, Bill maintained his grip on her snatch, withdrew his throbbing manhood, then impaled her viciously. Jann trembled, then crumbled against the tile wall under his manly weight, gritting her teeth to stifle a sream. They climaxed within seconds of each other. Creamy jizm oozed from Bill's organ, dripping from Jann's asshole and down her quivering thighs. Together they sank to their knees, pelted by the slanted spray of the shower.
Eventually they regained their strength and washed away the lingering traces of their spontaneous lust. Out of the tub, they dried themselves with fresh cotton towels and hand in hand, guided each other to the cool comfort of their bed.
They held their naked bodies close in the dark, neither uttering a word or attempting to arouse themselves further. However, neither of them was the least bit tired. The night was still young. There was plenty of time for temptation and fulfillment. Now it was time to relax, the calm before the storm. Never had Jann been more content, never had Bill been more conscious of his and Jann's sexuality. Only a week ago he had been convinced his impotence was incurable. Now he found it difficult to control his carnal appetite.
It was Jann who finally broke the silence. "What are you thinking?" she wondered aloud.
Bill kissed her forehead. "What a great lay you are."
She sighed. "You have such a romantic way of putting things."
"You should be flattered," he told her.
"I am," she replied, "but surely there's a more poetic way of saying it."
"Actions speak louder than words," he reminded her, squeezing one of her tits.
Reacting to his touch, Jann's fingers closed around his cock and discovered to her amazement that it was once again hard. "Persistent little devil, isn't it?" she whimsically remarked.
"Persistent, but not little," Bill replied.
"I can see that we're not going to get much sleep tonight."
"Not if I can help it," warned Bill, running his fingers through her pubic hair.
"I'm running out of ideas," she said.
"I have one," he offered. "Let's fulfill one of your sexual fantasies. Name it and we'll do it."
"Are you serious?" she laughed.
"Just get a handful of what's between my legs," he replied. "That'll tell you how serious I am."
Jann didn't have much fantasizing to do. "I do have one particular fantasy...." she admitted.
"Let's hear it," said Bill eagerly.
"Well ... you know the pool table in the recreation room?"
"You want to get balled on the table, right?"
"Yeah, but ... first I imagine myself stretched out on the green felt in the nude. I start masturbating. Then a man who looks just like you creeps through the window and...."
"Finishes what you started."
"Exactly."
"Well," said Bill. "What are we waiting for?"
"You mean ... you want to do it?" asked Jann.
"Sure!" he answered enthusiastically. "You go ahead to the recreation room, lay down on the pool table and start playing with yourself."
"Bill! Really!" she cried, embarrassed by his candor.
"Then I'll sneak up on you."
"You sure you want to?"
"Come on! Get moving!" As excited as a schoolgirl doing wicked things, Jann hopped out of bed and scurried in the dark to the basement recreation room. There she turned on the overhead light, but placed it on a dim setting. She climbed atop the pool table, lay on her back, closed her eyes, spread her legs and started rubbing her fingers against her clitoris.
Jann conjured up the fantasy in her mind, the one in which a prowler spies on her through the basement window, climbs into the room, disrobes and stands before her. Magically, when she opened her eyes, there stood Bill, tall and brawny, naked and evidently horny. He wore a subtle smile, apparently willing and happy to perform in this erotic charade.
He wound his strong arms around Jann's thighs and lowered his face to her moistened crotch. His tongue sprang from his mouth to lick her musky cunt. Jann moaned appreciatively and folded her arms behind her head, expecting Bill to eat her out.
Instead, Bill's tongue slid slowly up her belly, between her breasts, then flicked at her nipples. His lusty mouth continued its ascent to her neck, her ear, and finally her lips. His kiss was anything but gentle, deep and probing. Jann unfolded her hands to wrap her arms around his neck, forcing his weight down upon her. His broad chest covered her breasts, his belly on her belly, his hips on hers, his thighs nestled between her thighs, his solid cock penetrated her effortlessly.
He planted the palms of his hands on the verdant felt of the pool table and raised himself so that he could watch her face as he fucked her. His thrusts into her insatible pussy were blissfully slow-long, hard drives to the very core of Jann's wanton desire. The elusive possibility of a vaginal orgasm was rekindled within her. She contracted her cunt muscles to make their humping as tight as possible, savoring every inch of his bold, overpowering and satisfying manhood.
Bill relished the expression on her face as he moved against and inside of her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, little whimpers escaping between deep breaths of air. "How do you like it?" he asked without emotion.
"I love it," she admitted, raking his back with her long, sharp fingernails.
"Do I fuck as well as Dave?"
Jann's eyes abruptly opened and stared up at Bill's smirking face. "What?"
"I asked you if I fuck as well as Dave," he calmly repeated. "You know, the guy you balled at the bachelor party."
Jann was petrified with shock. Awkwardly she stammered, "B-Bill ... I ... I don't know ... what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me, Jann," Bill bitterly warned her, still fucking her without pause. "He called here the other day, when you were out and I was home, before you disconnected the phone. At first, I thought it was a wrong number, then I became suspicious. I played dumb. He assumed I was just being secretive. He referred to you as Daisy, just like the guy on that other wrong number. He described you perfectly, saying he wanted to see you again. After that, I took some time off from work to follow you...."
"Bill! How could you?"
"How could I? Listen, babe, I'm not the one who sold my body to strangers. I should have known you might pull something like this. You were always pretty loose, hot to trot, even before we were married and dating. You always liked to suck cock. You were always ready to bend over backwards for a long, hard piece of meat. I shouldn't be surprised at all. Once a whore, always a whore."
"That's not fair!" Jann protested, attempting to get up, but unable to, her wrists being pinned to the felt. "I did it for you! I did it for us! It was a sacrifice I made to get us out of debt!"
"Lying bitch!" Bill shouted into her face. "That was just an excuse. You were hot for cock and you weren't getting any from me, so you took it wherever you could find it and as much as your cunt could hold. Dave told me how much you enjoyed it."
"And you believed him?"
"I have to believe someone," he retorted. "I certainly can't believe you."
"Bill, I know you're hurt...."
"I'm not hurt, darling," he contradicted her sarcastically. "After all, I don't have any more bills to worry about, do I? And I no longer have a problem getting it up. In fact, the idea of my wife fucking and sucking other men is quite arousing. I'm just curious whether my cock's as good as theirs."
"Bill, please, don't," Jann pleaded, starting to weep.
"Shut up!" he demanded loudly, raising his hand, threatening to strike her. "If we can't get it on as husband and wife, at least we can depend on fantasy. You can pretend you're fucking a perfect stranger. I'll pretend I'm fucking a cheap whore, which isn't far from the truth. Whatever gets us off."
"It's not like that!" Jann insisted, sobbing uncontrollably. "I love you!"
He shook his head. "You don't love me. You love my cock. And everybody else's by the looks of things."
"Please, Bill. Don't be so cruel."
"Ah, but I like it," he maintained. "Cruelty is fun. Getting even is wonderful. It makes my cock hard. It makes me want to fuck you. It makes me want to come inside of you, in your mouth and all over you. Besides, I know you like it. You want me to be rough. You want me to treat you like a piece of ass. You like to be used. It makes you feel like a woman." He punctuated his remarks with sharp jabs of his cock.
"That's not true," Jann denied, strangely excited by her predicament and confused because of it. "I want you to love me with gentleness and understanding."
"No way, bitch," he sneered. "You cheated on me. You have to pay a price."
"I will, I will," she accepted. "Anything to make you love me. I'll do anything you say. Tell me what you want."
"From now on," he announced, "you will never put out for any other man."
"I won't," she vowed. "I promise."
"That's not all," he hastened to tell her. "There's a lot more."
"Anything."
"From now on," he declared, "you're going to be my own personal slut. Wherever we are-at home, at a party, in a restaurant, in a theater, in a car-if I tell you to go down on me, you'd better get on your knees and start sucking."
"If ... if that's what you really want," Jann agreed.
"If I tell you to pull down your panties and bend over to get your ass fucked, you'd better spread your cheeks. Understand?"
"I understand," Jann whimpered.
"Whenever I want to fuck, you'd better drop everything and serve beaver. From now on, you live for nothing but my pleasure. I expect you to obey my every whim. If you don't comply, I'll whip your whore's pussy so sore that you won't be able to walk. Do I make myself clear?"
Jann hesitated. Angrily, Bill pinched one of her nipples. "I asked you a question," he said testily.
"Yes," Jann winced. "I'll do whatever you say."
Bill's rage stimulated Jann. Coupled with his forceful fucking, she felt her longawaited vaginal climax approaching. Unable to curtail it any longer, she grabbed his head and brought it down to her breasts. As he hungrily sucked her tits, she cried out, "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Bill! Really fuck the hell out of me! I want you to ram your cock into my cunt. I want you to come and never stop coming. I want you to fill me with your seed. Cream me, baby!" she begged in a desperate, breathless whisper, rotating her hips, grinding her belly against his. "Give it all to me!"
Overwhelmed by her passion, Bill's lips came crashing down on hers. His hands reached beneath her to clutch her buttocks. His bitterness gave him the added incentive to hump her, but the potent ingredients of love and lust were also at work, giving him the desire to forgive her and to please her as much as she was pleasing him. Determined to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, Bill reared back. "Here it comes, baby!" he warned her.
Jann was aflame, trembling with anticipation, more vulnerable than she had ever been. Then Bill delivered, pounding his cock deep into her snatch, touching off a tremendous orgasm for both of them.
Jann's legs encircled his waist, allowing her cunt to swallow every inch of his spurting cock and absorb his flowing semen. She gasped for air, drowning in maddening ecstasy, infinitely satisfied as his scum gushed in her womb. Surely it was the best orgasm she had ever experienced.
CHAPTER NINE
In the rapture of afterglow, Jann's dreams slowly faded. Surrendering to the peace of a clear mind and a satisfied body, she closed her eyes and rested on the solid but soft green felt of the pool table, so relaxed that she could not and would not budge.
Her tranquility was short-lived. Soon the usual barrage of afterthoughts cluttered her consciousness. Reality was threatening to put an end to her serenity. Reluctantly, she propped herself up on her elbows and, squinting in the dim light of the overhead lamp, tried to read the small clock on the paneled wall. It was almost five a.m., practically dawn. The her amazement, she realized she had been lying there for about three hours.
Chilled by her nakedness, but too lethargic to move, Jann shivered and again reclined. It had been a long night. Denied the pleasure of her husband's love, she had mentally created her most elaborate fantasy. Impressed with her own imagination, she reviewed the details of the fantasy, a somewhat rambling sexual adventure that had started routinely enough with her usual prowler-discovering-her-on-the-pool-table situation, creatively progressing to a new fantasy in which she met an old high-school-chum-turned-call-girl, who turns her on to part-time prostitution to pay her debts and satisfy her neglected lust. Jann had to laugh at the idea of being a call girl, of being able to service all those imaginary customers and lovers, and to imagine her escapades so graphically. Although she was exceptionally attractive and uninhibited with her husband, she was in reality a painfully shy person and hardly what you'd call promiscuous. Farfetched was the idea that she could solve all her real life financial problems with a few weeks of freelance hooking. Life just wasn't that simple. Just as preposterous was Bill's miraculous recovery, his sudden and insatiable lust.
But it had been a pleasurable fantasy and that was all she had these days since Bill had become impotent. Jann had learned the value of masturbation as an alternative to intercourse. It helped her to survive the lonely nights, although after achieving orgasm by her own hand, a trace of shame, guilt and emptiness persisted. If only she had the gumption to follow through on her revealing fantasies, at least to find herself a lover, perhaps things would be bearable.
Suddenly she heard a door open and footsteps descending the staircase that led to the recreation room. She knew it was Bill and, panicking, sought her nightgown. But it was too late. He found her sitting naked on the edge of the pool table, a sleepy, bewildered look on his face.
"Jann?" he said. "What are you doing here? Why are you naked?"
She was about to claim that she had sleepwalked, but what was the use of lying? The truth would shock him, but perhaps it would make him think. She decided to risk it. "I came here," she answered, "because it was the only place I could find privacy."
"Privacy?" Bill declared. "To do what?"
Jann hesitated, avoiding his eyes. Timidly she replied, "To satisfy myself. It's been so long since we've made love."
"You mean...." Bill couldn't articulate what he had discovered. "On the pool table?"
"The word is masturbation," said Jann. "I've been doing it for weeks. Where I do it is irrelevant. You caught me. I hope you're not embarrassed."
"I am," he admitted. "Just because we've gone without sex for a while ... Can't you control yourself?"
Jann was hurt by his inference. "Control myself? I have controlled myself, Bill. I haven't pressured you to do anything you didn't want to do. I've kept my frustration to myself. Other wives would've found a lover by now, but I've remained faithful ... except in my fantasies."
Still groggy, Bill did not immediately comprehend her meaning, but the remark eventually sank in and awakened him. He couldn't decide at that moment whether he was feeling shock, surprise or sympathy. He bent down to retrieve Jann's nightgown and offered it to her. "You must be cold," he absently declared.
Jann merely placed the garment on the table and stared seriously at her husband, her bare breasts fully visible. She looked as if she were posing for an erotic portrait. She couldn't think of anything to say to him, her silence of far greater effect.
Awkwardly, Bill approached her, reached out and touched her face. "I had no idea it's been that hard on you," he claimed.
"It has," she flatly replied.
"It won't last forever. It's just a phase I'm going through."
Jann shook her head. "That's not good enough. I've often made love to you when I had no desire to do so. I did it for your sake. I knew you needed it. Well, now I need it."
Bill sighed. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "From now on," he promised, the phrase reminding her of her fantasy, "I'll try to satisfy you in any way I can."
Jann kissed his cheek. "That's all I ask."
Bill glanced at the basement window and the first light of dawn. "I won't be able to go back to sleep," he said, "but it's too early to get ready for work. What'll I do for the next few hours?"
Jann had an answer for him. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. His warm, tender touch was enough to stimulate her. And when his fingers gently squeezed her supple mounds of flesh, she again felt an unquenchable craving between her legs. His thumbs rolled her hardened nipples, adding fuel to the fire that flared within her.
Jann leaned back on the palms of her hands, presenting her torso to him to do whatever he pleased. His hands slowly sank to her waist. Then he jockeyed his way between her legs and, bending down, began to suckle on her luscious tits. She moaned softly, closing her eyes and allowing her head to roll back and from side to side. She raised one hand to stroke his hair as his lips feasted on her breasts, nursing each of her sensitive nipples.
Then suddenly, in one fluid motion, Bill whisked her off the table, carried her up the stairs, through the house and into the semidarkness of their bedroom. He placed her on the edge of the bed and encouraged her to recline. He quickly removed his pajamas and knelt at her feet. Spreading her legs, his hands kneaded her soft, shapely thighs. Without delay, he lowered his mouth to the wet lips of her cunt and planted a kiss there.
Jann stirred, widening the span of her legs to give him full access to her snatch and to pry apart the pouting lips of her pussy. Bill's willing and eager tongue did the rest, ably licking the pungent but hardy nectar from her gaping cunt, incessantly stroking her taut clitoris.
Moaning deeply, Jann massaged her own breasts until she reached the brink of a shattering orgasm. Thrusting her cunt at his darting tongue, she concentrated on her objective, no longer depending on fantasy. With a violent shudder and a muffled cry, she climaxed.
As Bill rose to his feet, Jann beheld a welcome sight. His cock stood erect and she wasted no time tending to its carnal needs. Sitting on the bed, she brought her lips to the tip of his prick, administering kisses and a wet licking to his long, hard shaft. She took his throbbing rod into her mouth and began to suck him off, but her efforts came to an abrupt end as she felt his manhood shrinking.
"What happened?" she asked, confused. "What's wrong?"
"I-I lost it," he replied uncomfortably.
"How is that possible? It usually grows when I do this."
"I guess I'm still not ready," he reasoned. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. At least you came. That's what's important."
Jann had no complaints. He had satisfied her, and besides, oral sex was far better than no sex. She kissed him gratefully. "You must still be exhausted," she rationalized, supplying him with an excuse.
"That must be it," he concurred, lying on the bed. "I'm feeling tired again."
"Relax," Jann suggested. "Get some more sleep. You have another hour or two before you have to get up for work."
They cuddled under the sheets and in a few minutes, Jann heard Bill's light snore and knew he was fast asleep.
Jann, however, could not sleep. After a while, she got up, washed and dressed and headed for the kitchen to prepare Bill's breakfast. While the bacon sizzled on a skillet, she checked to see if his jacket was hanging in the foyer closet. On a number of occasions, he was late for work trying to find it, abseiitminded as he sometimes was. Fortunately, he had not forgotten to hang the jacket. It was neatly suspended from a wire hanger in the closet, but a card of some sort was conspicuously sticking out of a pocket. Curiously, Jann reached for the card. The inscription inside read: "To Bill--a token of my affection. Wear this chain in good health. It's 14K gold, like my love for you--Pamela."
Pamela? Not Pamela Dwyer, wondered Jann, thinking of the young divorcee who worked in the quality-control division at Bill's plant. Bill had mentioned her on a number of occasions. He referred to her as an attractive, statuesque blonde. In fact, he couldn't understand how any man in his right mind could divorce her. Jann had thought nothing of it at the time, not being the jealous type, but now ... He had said that the chain was a birthday present from his fellow employees. Jann realized that his bowling nights were probably an excuse. Bill was having an affair with Pamela Dwyer. But how could he in his condition! Then Jann realized why Bill couldn't get it up for her-either he no longer loved her, felt guilty about his extramarital affair, or got so much pussy on the sly that hers wasn't needed.
Whatever the reason, Jann realized that her husband was lying to her and could no longer be trusted. She did not wish to confront him with her discovery because there was already a great deal of turmoil in their house over finances. She wished she had never learned what she had. But since she did, she felt something had to be done. The one thing that seemed unfair was that Bill was getting all the sex he wanted and she practically had to beg for it. That would have to change. She decided to take a lover. But whom! She didn't want to throw herself at anyone, and she was in no position to be selective. Using that imagination of hers, an answer soon arose.
Later that same day, while Bill was at work, Jann drove to a nearby city where the offices of a national sex tabloid were located. The editorial headquarters occupied one floor of a large office building. Inquiring at the front desk, she was directed to the Personal Ad counter. There she was confronted by a tall, rather handsome young man with curly brown hair, dark-blue eyes and a moustache. His smile quickly charmed her, easing her nervousness. "May I help you?" he asked pleasantly.
"I'd like to place a personal ad," Jann timidly replied.
He handed her a form. "Just fill that out and we'll calculate the cost depending on how many words you use. Okay?"
"Okay," answered Jann, returning his smile.
She had not expected such ordinary, agreeable-looking people in the office of an explicit sex tabloid. She had been anticipating a pack of lecherous, leering ogres who'd ogle her and smirk at her reason for being there. Relieved, she neatly printed her message on the form: "Lonely housewife, mid-twenties, attractive but sensitive, seeks compatible male for discreet sex and friendship-adventurous but not kinky." She decided to rent one of the newspaper's post boxes and use that as a response address. She then presented the completed form to the helpful young man at the counter.
"Ah ... you're not going to read it, are you?" Jann asked him anxiously.
"Well...." he said, "I have to count the words."
Jann nodded understandingly and looked away, painfully embarrassed yet secretly hoping he would read the message.
The clerk scanned the form, unable to resist closer scrutiny. He looked up at Jann.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked.
"No," he smiled. "It's just...."
"What?"
"May I have a word with you? Privately."
"Huh?"
"Could I treat you to a cup of coffee?"
"Well, I don't know...." Jann nervously fretted.
"Please," he implored, his tone perfectly harmless. "It's my lunch hour anyway. I just want to talk with you."
Impulsively, Jann consented. "All right."
He escorted her to a nearby coffee shop. As soon as they were situated in a booth, he introduced himself. "My name is Glenn Hammond."
"My name is Jann Crawford," she replied.
"I couldn't help but read your personal ad," he admitted. "To be perfectly frank with you ... I'm in a similar position. I'm not married, but I am looking for someone with whom I can have an intimate but free relationship. I don't like to go to singles bars or massage parlors because I'm looking for more than sex for rent. I'd like to be friends with the person I choose, not just a sex partner."
"That's odd," said Jann. "You'd think that working for that tabloid of yours, you wouldn't have a problem meeting someone."
"Not just anyone," Glenn specified. "I work for that paper because I need a job, not because I necessarily agree with its philosophy. At any rate, I'd like you to consider me."
"This is a little sudden," Jann balked.
"I know," Glenn agreed. "But just think, you'd be saving yourself some money by not placing the ad."
Jann laughed. "That's right. But tell me, why me!"
Glenn stared into her eyes, his sincerity obvious. "Because you're beautiful and shy. Because everything about you is soft-spoken. The moment I saw you I knew I wanted to make love to you."
It was reckless of her, but Jann was tempted to accept. Why not? He was handsome, willing and well-tempered. "I want you, too," she blurted. "The sooner the better."
"My apartment is only three blocks away," Glenn told her. "Or is that rushing things?"
"I'm ready," Jann replied. "But do you have the time?"
Glenn shrugged. "It doesn't really matter what time I get back to the office. How about you?"
"I have all the time in the world," Jan assured him, suddenly feeling very daring.
While walking over to Glenn's apartment, they became better acquainted, chatting pleasantly, as if oblivious of what they were about to do. Their rapport was such that Jann didn't feel the slightest anxiety.
She even felt at ease in the privacy of his one-bedroom apartment, impressively if inexpensively decorated with exotic scatter rugs and wicker furniture. She didn't have much of a chance to study his abode, as both of them were so eager to consummate their impulsive relationship.
With a casual air, as if he had known her for years, Glenn put his arms around her waist, drew her close to him and kissed her. Jann melted in his embrace, returning his kiss with unrestrained passion. As their kisses lingered, Glenn slowly unzipped the back of her dress. Jann responded by tugging his shirt out of his pants. They parted to deal with disrobing. Glenn removed the dress, which Jann allowed to fall in a heap at her feet until she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. In a white lace bra and half-slip, she reached out to unbutton his shirt. They then reversed roles, she removing the half-slip and he discarding his own shirt. Glenn was so aroused to find her wearing a white garter belt and nylons that a bulge formed in the crotch of his pants.
Jann unsnapped her bra and unleashed her luscious tits. Glenn could not contain himself and immediately filled his hands with the firm abundance of those irresistible breasts. He thrilled to the hardening of her pert nipples, bending down to kiss, lick and suck them while Jann reached, moaning, for the bulge between his legs.
Without being coerced or encouraged, Jann knelt before him, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and released his throbbing cock from the tight confines of his briefs. She pampered his meat with gentle hands, soft lips and a wet tongue, thoroughly licking his organ, his scrotum and balls before taking his rod into her mouth. It was the only cock other than Bill's that she had ever sucked, and the wantonness of her infidelity only served to entice her even more.
In his wildest dreams, Glenn had never expected such a treat, at least not this soon in their relationship. Unable to contain his pleasure and wishing to prolong it, he removed his cock from her mouth and encouraged her to rise. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he ushered her toward the bedroom.
Jann sank into the soft luxury of his queen-sized mattress, lying on her back with her arms high over her head, her fingers entwined in the wicker headboard. Glenn hovered above her on the side of the bed, naked and endowed with an admirable physique.
He joined her on the bed, kneeling between her parted legs. He reached for her thigh, unsnapped the straps of her garter belt and stripped her of her sheer nylon stockings. His fingers then hooked around the elastic waist of her white silk panties and tugged them down. They slid smoothly over her bare legs and were casually discarded. Lastly, she raised her hips, allowing him to reach behind her and remove the lace garter belt.
Glenn paused to gaze at her nakedness, enthralled beyond words with the luster of her hair sprawled across his pillow, with the sweet glow of her vibrant face, flushed with mounting passion, the breathlessness of her parted lips, the gracefulness of her neck, shoulders and arms, the sumptuous beauty of her full, rounded breasts with their hard, pink nipples rising and falling as she sighed, the curves of her belly, waist and hips, the perfection of her thighs and calves, and, of course, the crown of her loveliness, the moistened lips of her cunt, adorned with its tuft of curly pubic hair.
"You're incredibly beautiful," said Glenn, aware that he had found his erotic ideal. "How could any man neglect a wife like you?" he asked rhetorically.
It was exactly what Jann wanted to be told. She desired to be appreciated, yet the mere mention of her husband, even indirectly, made her uneasy. She loved Bill, but in the bed of another man, she wanted to pretend that she belonged to no one. "Let's not mention anyone else," she told her newfound lover. "When we're alone like this, there's no one else in the world. Do you understand?"
Glenn smiled and nodded, pleased with her attitude. Then he treated himself to the pleasures of the flesh, exploring her body with his hands, touching, feeling, caressing every inch of her, kneading her boobs, stroking her thighs, massaging her clit and delving into the wet warmth of her snatch. Jann unashamedly took the same liberties with his body, acquainting herself with the muscles of his arms and legs, the trim and fitful bulk of his chest and back, the rigidity and thickness of his prominent manhood.
Eventually, they assumed the sixty-nine position. Glenn's mouth took to Jann's pussy the way a hungry animal takes to raw meat, his tongue thoroughly probing her deep, delectable sex tunnel and catering to her clit. As he ate her out, savoring her abundant juices, Glenn lowered his crotch on her face. Jann gave him head, coiling her slithering tongue around his mammoth cock, inserting it into her drooling mouth.
She came first, abandoning his prick momentarily to let out a yelp of delight, her saturated cunt grinding against his face, her clit pressed to the tip of his tongue.
Jann repaid him with equal enthusiasm, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly, swallowing its entire length until his balls brushed her chin and the sweaty smell of his hairy crotch filled her nostrils. But that did not deter her. On the contrary, the earthy aroma of a man was like an aphrodisiac to Jann, spurring her on.
Glenn tried to hold back, but the pleasure was too intense, unbearably so. Gritting his teeth and seizing the back of her head, he trembled, then flinched, firing a blast of semen down her sweet throat. Dutifully, Jann swallowed his seed-every oozing drop of it-greedily licking her lips clean of his masculine taste.
They rested, nestled in one another's arms. Glenn affectionately stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, his cock still hard, leaning against her thigh. "That was great," he finally murmured.
"Yes, it was," Jann agreed with a serene smile. "But I want more."
"I'll give you all you want," Glenn promised. "I could make love to you all day and all night."
"It's been so long since I've been fucked," she candidly and bluntly confided. "I want to feel your big dick inside of me."
He sat up in bed and reached for something in the drawer of his nightstand. When Jann noticed the condom, she laughed. "You won't need that," she told him. "I'm on the pill."
"Are you sure?"
"Cross my heart."
"How convenient."
"I think so. I prefer six inches of lean, hard meat instead of a clammy wedge of rubber."
"It's only natural," Glenn smiled, giving one of her breasts a gentle squeeze. "Tell me," he said, suddenly serious. "Have you ever done this with anyone but your husband?"
"No," she admitted. "Only in my dreams."
"Well," he sighed. "You won't need dreams anymore."
His lips met hers, renewing the spell of their sudden, forbidden affair. Thoughts of Bill were nowhere in sight for Jann, nor was there a trace of guilt. All she knew was that she was in the bed of another, a man who excited her, a man who was excited by her, a man she desperately wanted to fuck her.
Glenn's kisses grew steadily in passion, his tongue rolling inside her mouth. His body turned over to cover hers, a dominating but not uncomfortable weight. The feel of flesh on flesh ignited an emotional fire within Jann. Her hands slid through his curly brown locks, her fingers massaged the scruff of his neck and her dark red fingernails raked his back, tracing the long curve of his spine.
Glenn's arms held her waist in an inescapable grip and his lips plunged to her neck and between her breasts. Jann's legs slowly spread wide and his hips sank until they were snugly wedged between her thighs. She was speaking with her body, telling him that the eagerly awaited moment had arrived.
Glenn raised himself, his cock poised like a missile a mere inch from the labia of her cunt. "Are you ready?" he asked.
Jann gazed into his eyes. "I'm ready," she breathlessly replied.
"Are you sure?"
Jann's eagerness dispeled any reluctance, any sense of uncertainty. She wanted it so badly that she could cry. "Fuck me!" she begged. "Do it now! Please, fuck me!"
Effortlessly, Glenn's cock entered her lubricated gash, shoving his prick deeper and deeper into her womb until it was totally consumed. Jann gasped as he penetrated her, then moaned with pleasure, lifting her hot, horny snatch to make sure she possessed his every inch. It was a tight but comfortable fit, better than it was with Bill, although Jann refused to make comparisons.
And then the man of top of Jann, this handsome and virile stranger named Glenn, began to move, sliding his cock in and out of her, lifting himself to spare her the burden of his weight, balancing himself on his flattened palms. It gave him the chance to watch her face while they balled, to study her expression as he rammed eight inches of hard meat into her pussy.
Jann's eyes met his, then she said, "Say something."
"What do you want me to say?" he asked, not quite grasping the meaning of her suggestion.
"Something filthy," she replied. "I'm a conquest, aren't I? Tell it to me dirty."
Glenn smiled, maintaining his long, slow strokes. "All right," he said. "Yours is the best pussy I've had in ages. Not only does it taste good, but it's as tight as a fist wrapped around my dick. Fucking your cunt, fucking your mouth and fucking your ass are better than screwing a thousand-dollar-a-night whore."
"More!" Jann demanded, placing her hands on his chest and jerking her hips to match his thrusts. "You can do better than that. Fuck me with words as well as with your cock!"
Glenn grasped her wrists and pinned them to the bed, pumping faster, harder, riveting her with his piercing rod. "You want fucking, baby? I'll fuck your brains out! From the second you walked into the office I knew you'd be a hot, bitchin' lay! I was hungry for your juicy pussy! I knew a piece of ass like you came along once in a lifetime and I was going to take advantage of it! Whatever I had to do, I was going to nail your pussy! And now ... now you're in my bed on your back, with my cock in your cunt! And it feels so good ... oh, so good!" He paused to lick her nipples. "I'm going to fuck you over and over! I'm going to fuck your pussy and I'm going to fuck your ass and I'm going to come in your mouth again and again and again!"
Jann became hysterical with passion, lifting her legs and winding them around his waist. Glenn's mouth attached itself to one of her breasts and sucked it while he repeatedly slammed into her like a battering ram.
"Oh, please!" Jann pleaded. "Keep doing this as long as you can! Don't stop! Give me more! More!"
Glenn was not about to shoot his wad so soon. He wanted to savor this moment of absolute ecstasy. He had the desire and the stamina to go the distance. He sensed that Jann was working on a vaginal orgasm and he wanted her to attain it. His powerful thrusts were unrelenting, spurred on by his determination.
Jann couldn't help but think of her husband. She imagined him in bed with Pamela Dwyer, doing exactly what Glenn was doing to her. At first, the thought of Bill's unfaithfulness disturbed her. But as Jann visualized the naked lovers, she felt an inexplicable rush of excitement. In her fantasy, she watched as Bill applied his handy tool to Pamela's open mouth, then rammed it brutally into her anus and finally submitted his insistent cock for her cunt's approval. Their writhing bodies wrestled in her mind; their groping hands kneaded warm, supple flesh; and their moans, groans and grunts of delight provided the music of their fornication.
A fever spread like wildfire from Jann's forehead to her lips, to her fingertips, to her nipples, to her thighs, and to her cunt. Spiritual desire and physical lust united and became an overpowering force, awesomely compelling. Jann yielded fully to the currents of her emotions, surrendering her mind and body to the infinite joys of copulation. She was fascinated with the fact that the simple act of sexual intercourse, performed with the right person at the right time, was the ultimate human experience in which the unattainable was always within grasp. And all she had to do was give and take.
Jann's hands traveled slowly down the length of Glenn's ribs, around his waist and to his buttocks. Her sharp nails bitingly sank into the fleshy cheeks of his ass, spurring him on, provoking him to maintain the aggressive momentum of his thrust.
Glenn's prowess was unquestionable as he continued untiringly to hump his newfound mistress, managing to suck her tits as well. In and out he jabbed, in and out, in and out, producing a slithering sound as his cock slid smoothly through her saturated slit. Tired of hovering, he collapsed on top of her, inserting his tongue in her ear and taking her buttocks in his hands, but never pausing in his spirited coital movements.
Suddenly Jann could not control herself.
It was the maddening sensation of his warm breath and saliva in her ear, the crushing weight of his brawny chest on her tingling breasts, the grinding of his belly and his hips against hers, the strain of her thighs locked around his waist, the feel of his hands on her ass, the mingling of sweat and pubic hair, and the total dominance of his magnificent cock embedded in her submissive, throbbing cunt that catapulted her to the brink of a tumultuous vaginal orgasm. Embracing him with all the strength she possessed, Jann cried out like a slaughtered animal. "Oh! Oh, baby! Oh! This is it! This is it! Oh! I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me good! Ram it all the way in! Yes! Oh! Drill me! I want it all! More! Oh, more! Harder! Oh! Rip me apart!"
Jann's body stiffened, then trembled from head to toe. Gritting her teeth and clawing his back, she raised her hips to absorb him to the hilt. And then she convulsed, screaming wildly. "Aaaaiiii!"
As Jann climaxed, Glenn allowed himself to release the contents of his nuts. At the peak of his pleasure, he bit his teeth into her shoulder while his fingers pried apart the cheeks of her ass. Bucking like a wild bronco, he shot his load.
Jann moaned deliriously. "Fill me!" she gasped, accepting his seed as it spurted deep into the caverns of her cunt. "Fill me up, baby!" she moaned in his ear, stroking his head affectionately.
When the last deposit of semen had gushed out of his pulsating prick, Glenn withdrew, rolling off Jann's body and onto his back. Aglow with satisfaction, Jann cuddled up to him, kissing his lips, his moustache, his neck, shoulders, chest, thighs and finally paying grateful homage to his gradually diminishing cock by licking it clean.
Cradled in his arms, Jann playfully drew circles around his belly button and groin with her fingertips. "That was so good," she remarked. "You must be very experienced. You must have made it with a lot of women."
Glenn laughed. "Not really. To be honest with you, I've only made it with three other women, one of whom was my wife."
Jann abruptly sat up in bed, a worried look on her face. "Your wife?"
Glenn smiled reassuringly and gently stroked her breasts. "My former wife," he clarified. "We're not married anymore. We were divorced almost a year ago."
Jann was relieved, then realized how silly it was for her to be concerned. It didn't matter whether he was married or not-they were just lovers. It certainly didn't matter to him that she was a married woman.
"What was she like?" asked Jann inquisitively.
"Who?"
"Your ex-wife."
Glenn sighed, reluctant to dredge up unpleasant memories, but doing so to satisfy Jann's innocent curiosity. "She was very pretty. Blonde. Terrific figure."
"So what was the problem?"
Glenn frowned. "She was a nymphomaniac. She'd spread her legs for anything in pants-male or female, usually married men."
"I'm sorry," said Jann sympathetically.
"That's all right," shrugged Glenn. "Whatever makes her happy. We're better off divorced."
"What became of her?"
"She's working as some sort of supervisor at an automobile plant. Say ... I think it's located in your town."
"My town?" Jann repeated, suddenly suspicious. She knew practically everyone in her town and certainly everyone at Bill's plant. "What's her name?"
"Pam."
"As in Pamela!"
Glenn laughed. "Well, of course."
Jann's mouth went dry and her heart began to pound. "Does she go by her maiden name now?"
Glenn twitched his eyebrows. "Why all these peculiar questions?"
"Because I think I know who she is," Jann explained.
"Maybe you do," said Glenn. "She does go by her maiden name-it's Dwyer."
Jann's initial shock turned to amusement as she considered the irony of the situation. In her wildest fantasies, she wouldn't have conceived of such a thing. Perhaps they could all arrange a foursome, she facetiously speculated. Or at least they could double date-husbands and wives one night, lovers the next.
Jann's subtle smile mystified Glenn. "Is anything wrong?" he asked.
She laid her head on his chest. "No. Everything's fine, just fine."
"I'd better call the office," said Glenn.
"To tell them you'll be late?"
"To tell them I won't be in."
"Don't let me keep you."
"Are you kidding? Look." He pointed to his cock, which was once again fully erect. "Mustn't let a good hard-on go to waste."
"Truer words have never been spoken," Jann agreed. "How will we put it to use?"
"Why don't you get on top?" Glenn suggested.
The idea appealed to Jann. Bill never let her get on top. It was about time she assumed the superior position. As she straddled Glenn's crotch and inserted his prick into her hovering pussy, she gazed at his handsome face. His expression of pleasure was even more rewarding than her own gratification. She was a woman, an instrument of someone's sexual ecstasy. It made her feel powerfully desirable. And as she lowered and raised herself on Glenn's throbbing manhood, she knew she had something that no man could deny. She was beautiful.
