"Ummm, you feel so big in me," sighed Janet as she turned on the round bed dominating the center of her bedroom. She pulled her legs up and felt Clark's cock sink an extra inch into her seething interior. This was the way fucking should be, loving, lovely, and lasting.
Long lasting.
"Not me that's big," the man said. "It's your pussy. So damned tight I can hardly believe it. You squeeze down on me all around. Never felt a pussy this tight."
"Enough of the compliments," she told him, her fingers playing all over his broad back, dancing lightly along his spine and stimulating him even more. "I want you to fuck me like you did before."
"Christ, have mercy, lady. I'm almost worn out. Dammit, this is the third time tonight."
"You're the one who said you were superman. Prove it to me. I'm not asking all that much." She wiggled around on the bed and felt his prick stir lustfully inside her. For all his protests, Clark was a real fucker. He could get it up again and again -and he knew what to do with his erection, too. That made him vastly different from most of the men Janet Meyer discovered in her day-to-day affairs.
She had been lucky to be in the office the day Clark Hendricks had come in. She usually handled the ad accounts personally, but the art department had been bugging her about deadlines. The high-powered ad campaign for the cigarette company just had to be done as soon as possible. She couldn't locate the proper model so she had posed for the ad herself.
The photographer had been ecstatic about the results. So had the executives seeing the proofs. Janet was perfect as the model for the ad, they all said. And that had unleashed a rain of new demands on her precious time. She was a good account executive for Vickers, Elliot, and Winter, maybe their best. For the past four years she had topped by a comfortable margin the million dollar mark in ad sales.
She had been rushing through the paper-work accumulating on her desk when Clark walked in -swaggered in was a better way of putting it. At first she had thought he was just another of the arrogant, know-nothing sons of bitches she had to put up with. They had all the money, and she was the one responsible for milking every last dime out of them with intricate and inventive ads for their cheap products.
She had given, Clark that quick, appraising once-over and decided he was good enough looking but probably a real prick. The smirk on his face seemed to support her first impression.
He had been smirking at her. She was beautiful. He could see why she had raised such a big furor in the advertising world with her scantily clad cigarette ad. She wore a simple knit dress, tastefully unbuttoned two buttons to reveal a milky flare of perfectly shaped tits. The impudent thrust of her nipples against the soft material implied that she was one of the liberated women, one of the women pushing hard to achieve status in a man's world. Clark had recognized that -and something else.
Janet Meyer enjoyed the job, but she was more than a little insecure about her place in the ad agency. That was why she continually pushed just a little bit harder than any of the other account executives.
She moved around the desk and he was able to see her entire body. He had to fight down a wolf whistle. She was gorgeous. The tits were only a part of this very womanly, extremely feminine package. The knit dress clung with electrostatic ferocity to her round buttocks and outlined her slender legs. He fought to keep down his erection when he saw the liquid grace with which she moved, the nylon-clad legs flashing back and forth in just the right cadence.
He liked a woman's boobs. They were important to him. A good ass was also an indication of how good a woman would be in the sack. But legs! He loved legs. And Janet's qualified on any basis. The calves were firmly muscled and the knees weren't the least bit knobby. The fleshy thighs looked inviting enough to slip between and then feel moving against the sides of his body as he fucked her.
Clark decided it would be worthwhile trying.
While Clark was sizing her up, Janet was reevaluating her first impression of him. Tastefully dressed, he presented a dashing figure : trim muscles kept firm with lots of exercise. She wondered fleetingly what it would be like having his arms locked around her, his cock thrusting hard into, her pussy. She shivered a little and tried to push the thought from her mind. The woman had been working late for over a month, had little time for a social life and had gotten pretty burned out on the men she met in this business. The ones who weren't gay weren't the kind of man she liked to take to bed with her.
"I like a woman with blonde hair and green eyes," he said. "That might be one reason I've got posters made of the cigarette ad you did."
"Over your bed," she said dryly. Still, though, she was amused. He wasn't the kind of man to beat around the bush.
"Of course. I can go to sleep at night. imagining you were right there with me. But to business." He had presented his firm's proposal for Vickers, Elliot, and Winter to consider. It was more than reasonable. In fact, it was enough to push Janet's sales for the year over the magic million mark -and eight months were still left in the fiscal year.
"Let's make it dinner," she told him. And it had become more than that. It had been dinner and dancing and then home to her place. The fucking had been marvelous. Janet had been hornier than hell from the work pace she'd kept up, but she realized that the superb cocksmanship displayed by Clark was that of one stud in a million. He knew how to pleasure a woman.
After that, they had been constant companions.
They rolled over in bed together. She said, "You promised to screw me in every direction of the compass. You've missed north by northwest."
"I guess I'll have to remedy that, lovely lady." He hoisted himself up onto his hands. This changed the angle of entry he used to drive his prick into her seething, boiling-hot cunt. The woman leaned back on the cool, peach-colored satin sheets and moaned in sheer delight. He began stirring his prick around inside her like it was a spoon in a mixing bowl. Bush grinding hard against platinum blonde bush sent tremors racing throughout the woman's trim, supple body.
The man knew what turned her on and this was it. He could stretch the skin around her cunt hole as taut as a drum's head, then his pubic hair would drag over her erect clit. The tiny pea-sized organ sang a constant song of desire now. The woman could hardly keep her hips from thrashing around on the bed.
He began retreating from the snug channel of her humid, clinging cunt. The lewd smacking noise that filled the air was due to the intense suction formed inside her pussy. Her cunt walls collapsed all around his huge pillar of virile manhood. As he withdrew the copious flood of lubricants made the suction even more perfect.
"Ummm, no, don't leave me like this," she protested. "I want that lovely, monster prick inside me. In me!"
"You want me to fuck you a little faster, is that it? All right, but remember you asked for it like this!"
He began to piston in and out of her cunt like a machine. She sobbed every time he parted her pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips and shoved his pulsating, trembling shaft of cockflesh all the way up into her belly. She tensed her cunt muscles enough to grip down with feverish intensity. This made his prick seem even larger in the tight passage of her fuck tunnel.
The friction from the fucking mounted until neither of them could stand it any longer. She came. Her entire body convulsed with the most intense pleasure. She blasted free of her body and floated on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy. Just as she came down from her sexual high, she felt the sweet, hot rush of his jism pumping fiercely into her grasping cunt.
She came again. Together, they rocked through a mutual come that shook them both. When they were done, they lay in each other's arms, panting and looking into the other's sex-dazed eyes. Janet was the first to recover. She said, "That was okay, I guess."
"Okay! It was better than okay, it was dynamite. I came like my very prick was exploding. And from the way your cunt grabbed a hold of my cock, you got off on it more than okay. Who are you trying to kid, lovely lady?"
She snuggled closer and said hotly, "I guess I can't persuade you that you might do a little better the next time?"
"Now that's something different," he said. "As soon as my prick is up to . . . "
He was interrupted by the ringing telephone. The man snarled and said, "If I had a .357 magnum in my hand right now, you'd have one hell of a dead telephone. They always ring at the wrong time. It spoils the mood. I'd prefer to simply lie here with the most beautiful, most gloriously naked, best fucking, hardest loving bitch in the whole wide world."
She bit him on the neck and rolled on top to reach the phone. It was on a small table beside the round bed. She lifted the receiver and almost snarled, "What is it?"
Janet paused for a moment, listening. She began to nod her head as if the person on the other end of the line could see her. For a wild moment, Clark wished they could. They would get one hell of an eyeful. Janet was gorgeous, whether dressed or undressed. Naked, she was nothing less than a Greek goddess. Aphrodite, he guessed. The goddess of love.
Her tits were firm and had ballooned even larger than normal due to her excited heart pumping wildly while they fucked. Her nipples were taut and erect and a brilliant red. With her legs parted slightly, he could see the tiny dewdrops of love oils dotting her bush. The woman's pussy lips fluttered slightly, showing she was still hot and ready for another fucking.
Clark just hoped he could oblige her. He bent forward and popped one of her nipples into his mouth. Pressing his tongue against the rock-hard nubbin of flesh, he began to suck. She groaned slightly but didn't seem to pay him any attention. He continued licking and sucking on her tits while she absentmindedly nodded and mumbled "yeah" a lot into the mouthpiece of the telephone. Finally, she dropped the phone into the cradle and shoved her tit firmly into his face.
"If you're going to suck my poor little tittie, at least do it right!"
He allowed the spit-covered mound of tit-flesh to bob from his lips. He said, "Not so little. In fact, not many chicks support mounds of marslimallowy, firm knockers like you do. That's only one of the things about you I like. I like the left one as much as the right one." He switched his attention to her other tit.
"Ummm, nice, Clark. I love the feel of your rough tongue all over my tits." She sank back to the smooth coolness of the satin sheets and burrowed down into a tiny nest. The pleasure waves echoing from her tits filled her chest with lovely, burning fire that spread throughout her body. She stroked through his hair and kept his face firmly fixed on her tits.
Finally he surfaced for air and asked, "Who was it on the phone? It didn't sound like business."
"Wasn't. Not exactly. My tenth anniversary high school reunion is this weekend. They finally tracked me down and invited me to come. Seems most of the old Eight Miles High School Class of '69 is going to be there."
"Nice," he said, not listening to her. "Why not try some 69?"
He urged her mouth toward his limp prick as he spun around on the bed. She stopped him and said, "You just lie back and get your hard-on to return. And then we'll fuck again.
"Yeah!"
She took the limp hose of his penis into her mouth. She tasted the salty tang of her own cunt oils and the acrid flavor of the man's own semen. She rolled the sleeping snake around in her mouth, trying to turn the penis into a prick. A prick was something you could fuck with. A penis simply hung between a man's legs and did nothing of great importance. A prick, however, was shoved between a woman's legs and everyone came out the winner.
She sucked a little harder on the cock when she felt the stirrings of lust begin deep down inside. Running her agile tongue all over the sides washed away the last trace of her pungent love juice and the caked jism. When his cock bucked and throbbed at half-mast, she knew it would be only a matter of minutes before he got a raging hard-on again. She sucked even harder on the purpled-knobbed end to encourage him.
"Ummm, yeah, baby, that's the way I like it. Try to make it as stiff as a steel rod. Like before!"
This was his fourth hard-on of the night. And the man seemed tireless. One boner after another and he was still ready to fuck again in a short time. Janet loved the way he responded as well as the way he balled. He was a real find.
Her tongue looped around the hooded end of his prick. She teased the most sensitive portion, the tiny flap of skin hanging down under the cleft head. He moaned louder and she ran her tongue down the underside of his prick until she came to his balls. He lifted his ass a little off the bed so that she could work her ruby lips against his hairy bag.
She sucked harder, her lips parting slightly. She managed to pull his entire scrotum into her mouth. Gently gnawing on it turned him into a wild beast possessed by a demon of lust. His hips shot upwards and his prick sprang into full service. She felt the hot, hard cylinder of man-meat pressing into the side of her cheek. The blonde teased the trapped balls with her tongue, batting them around until the man's cries were totally incoherent from lust.
The balls tumbling around in the lead-heavy stew of jism speeded up until she was afraid he might lose control and spew out his precious come into her hair. She allowed the little sac to fall from her lips, kissed it once, and then worked her way back to the broad head of his cock. She managed to suck in the entire tip of his prick again and felt the added circumference strain the corners of her mouth. He was well hung, this guy.
And she loved it.
Her tongue swirled around like a berserk tornado, stimulating, stroking, making the best use of the time she had. Trying to stuff her tongue down his piss-slit was an act of impossibility. They both knew it and they both got incredibly hot when she tried it. A tiny, bitter drop of pre-seminal fluid beaded there. Her dexterous pink tongue whipped it away from his cock.
She knew he was ready to stuff that cock into a more pleasurable socket. The blonde wiggled her way up his body like a snake slithering up a tree. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she whispered hotly, "Go on and stuff it in. My poor little canny needs all that great, big, swollen prick. All of it!"
"And you're going to get it, beautiful. Wait and see!"
She kept her legs pressed tightly together this time. She felt his cock seeking out the deep hole of her cunt. The end of his prick bounced off her pussy mound and worked downward. The pulsating organ finally found the tangled mat surrounding her cunt lips. She arched her back to allow a better chance at penetration.
He drove his prick firmly into her hollow, aching cunt.
She arched her back and this sucked him even deeper into her wanton pussy. She twisted from side to side and made his cock corkscrew around inside her tight passage. This sent shivers of total desire rampaging throughout her trim, slender body.
"Yes, Clark darling, that's exactly what I want."
He began a rhythmic fucking that lighted her up like a Christmas tree. She felt her nerves sing out a song of pure joy every time his prick shot deep into her pussy. As he pulled out, she gasped with desire. He retreated and she felt as if her guts would follow his prick out her pussy. The vacuum formed inside her was incredible. His cockflesh pressed so tightly against her cunt walls that an almost perfect vacuum was maintained until his cockhead came even with her pinkly scalloped pussy lips.
A lewd smacking noise sounded that aroused both of them even more.
"You're so big and swollen inside me," she sighed. Her fingers pressed into the man's back and traced along his spine again. Each and every bone in his back moved with the fucking. She felt as if she were some sort of piano player making her own music, using him as her instrument.
She felt his balls dragging along her tightly held legs, and this made her even more aware of the fucking. She normally enjoyed fucking with her legs spread as wide apart as possible. She also believed in a change of pace. She wanted his cock and was getting it, but the delicious sensations ripping into her body were new and different this time. And all because of one little thing on her part.
He pushed her passions lip and up. She felt his cock begin to buck and dance around in her pussy. She tensed her cunt muscles and made her seething cauldron of carnal desires tighten around his cock even more.
The man gulped and fucked faster. His hips seemed to take on a life of their own. The woman struggled passionately under his bludgeon of cock and felt her pussy churning more and more. The friction burned brightly along her fuck tunnel and made her gasp and moan loudly. And then she came. It was like a ton of bricks falling off a skyscraper. She smashed her body hard into his, taking even more prick into her needy cunt.
She came and came and came. She felt like a human machine gun going off. His bush rubbed sensuously against her cut and maintained her intense arousal. When she finally felt the sweet rush of his liquid love, she came a final time. Locked together in each other's arms, they moaned and cried and fucked as hard as they could until his prick melted like an icicle in the summer sun.
They lay together, arms around each other. She smiled and nuzzled closer into the circle of his arms. Janet felt secure. But she couldn't help wondering about all the studs she had missed out on in high school. Would they have been better?
Ron? He'd been her one true love, but the necking and petting had never been too good. They'd both been too young and inexperienced. Or Jack, the class stud. She had lusted after him. Or Bert, the captain of the football team. She had been to shy to make a play for him. Besides, he could get any chick he wanted and Janet hadn't been very outgoing then.
It was going to be interesting, this reunion. Janet drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet's gown dung to her firm, smooth skin as if by magic. It was an expensive evening dress, one from Halston. That particular designer didn't manufacture dresses, he handcrafted them individually. And it showed. The effect was startling and made Janet stand out in the otherwise ordinary crowd.
The cocktail party had started like any other she had attended until she began to look at the ridiculous little nametags and started remembering the people.
"God, you're Sara!" she'd exclaimed as she met her oldest and best friend in high school. The woman had a mousy look, almost a beaten appearance. Janet couldn't get it through her head this was the vivacious, extroverted friend who had confided all her secrets and, in turn, been confided to.
"Janet! Wow, you look like a million dollars! That dress!" Sara's eyes took in the full effect. The deep neckline revealed the twin swells of the woman's ample tits, almost to the coppery disks of her aureoles -but not quite exposing the nipples -and went down to the trim waist. The cunning design allowed flashes of nylon-clad thigh to show as she moved, and Janet moved in just the right ways to send the soft shimmers of cloth swirling around her lush body.
"I'm jealous," Sara said at last. "You've changed for the better. I've gotten sort of frowsy."
"I wouldn't say that, Sara," Janet lied. "You look the same as you always have."
"That's right. I haven't changed at all and you've changed for the better."
Janet stood there, shocked. Sara was absolutely right. The others around her hadn't really changed one iota from high school. Gotten older, sure, and in some cases a lot fatter, but they were basically the same as they had been ten years before. Not so with her. Janet had taken herself firmly in hand and made herself into the beauty she was. The basic good looks had always been there, but she hadn't learned how to highlight her good points until she was in her early twenties.
And most of the people seemed content to be insurance salesmen or, in Sara's case, nothing more than a housewife. Janet had driven herself through college and graduated in the top one percent of her class. That had been quite an accomplisliment. And it hadn't stopped there. She wasn't satisfied with what everyone else accepted as being good. Janet demanded greatness of herself. And she was coming close to getting it. A promotion in the office was coming up and she would get it. She had to.
She would be the youngest junior vice president of Vickers, Elliot, and Winter in history. And she had earned it.
She excused herself from Sara's admiring and somewhat jealous gaze and walked across the room. Janet felt the eyes of all the men on her as she moved easily through the crowd. She had all the moves of a dancer and used that easy, fluid motion to attract attention when she felt like it.
Janet felt like it now.
Her motives for coming to this boring cocktail party at a posh hotel had been vague until this moment. Then she knew why she'd bothered to come. She was curious about the others -and she wanted to gloat. She had been zilch in high school. The guys seldom thought of her when they wanted a date on Saturday. She had been the mousy sort that Sara had turned into. She wasn't the good looker that Diane, the homecoming queen, was. She didn't have enough brains to appeal to Bill, the class genius. Janet had been dead level zero mediocre.
And had risen above it.
"May I have the honor of this dance?" came a cool, confident voice from behind. She turned and looked over her shoulder. For a moment, she didn't recognize the man.
Then she blurted out, "Ron! How are you!"
"Better, now that I've found you," he said, his arm snuggling around her waist in the way she remembered from high school. She fought down the desire to thrust her hand into his pocket as she'd done ten years earlier. But from the way Ron looked at her, she doubted if he would have minded one bit.
His eyes drank in the full glory of her beauty. The perfect hairdo, the off-the-shoulder dress which magically hung onto her skin, the neckline that would have been declared illegal in fourteen states, the trim waist and the slashes in the sides of the dress that occasionally gave a glimpse of something very interesting up around her hip.
"You must like my dress," she said, smiling a dazzling toothpaste smile at her old boyfriend.
"Hate it," he confided. "But I love the person filling it out!"
"Same old Ron," she laughed. She gasped as his arms went around her waist and spun her out onto the dance floor. They moved together well during the waltz, their bodies rubbing just enough to tell Janet that Ron was getting one hell of a raging hard-on. She resisted the temptation to press her leg against the bulge in his pants -or even to reach down and squeeze.
When the music changed to a quick disco, Ron tried to lead her off the floor. Janet protested, "No, Ron. Let's dance. I love moving to this beat. Bee Gees' song," she said, seeing he didn't recognize it. "It's called. Night Fever and that's what I'm getting."
His eyes gleamed but he shook his head. "I don't know these new steps. So let's go and do something about this fever of yours. I have to admit I'm getting a bit hot, too."
"And not under the collar," Janet said, looking down significantly at his crotch.
Another man whom Janet didn't know came up and asked, "Care to dance since your friend is sitting this one out?" Janet glanced at Ron who shrugged, then felt her own body responding. Dancing would get her into just the right mood.
"Sure," she said, going onto the dance floor with the man. He wasn't anywhere near as good a dancer as she was, but it didn't matter. Janet entered a world of her own, feeling her body move, her arms swinging, her tits tracing out invisible figure eights in the air in front of her chest. Most of all she liked the feeling of her legs scissoring back and forth in time with the music. The song was perfect for fucking. She and Clark had done it to the music several times. And she had gotten so hot she would had fucked herself on a phone pole if she'd found one handy.
"Thanks," she said to her unknown dance partner, who was sweating profusely from the strenuous dancing. She was hot, but not overheated. She quickly went to the table where Ron sat, talking to a few people she thought she recognized but didn't know.
The dancing and the sight of the bulge in Ron's pants got to her. She wasn't going to be content with simply sitting and sipping a watered drink and talking with used car salesmen and insurance agents. She wanted something more exciting.
Like Ron's prick.
She dropped under the table, the tablecloth hiding her from view as she moved down the chairs. When she found Ron, she pressed his legs open. He started to say something but the metallic hiss of his zipper going down the track stopped him. He didn't know it was her under the table, and he wasn't about to embarrass himself by crying out, "Who the hell's pulling my fly open!"
She fumbled around inside his pants until she found his prick. It was as big and hard as she'd thought it would be. She had been close to the stereotype of a fainting virgin in high school. She had never gotten up the courage to allow Ron to fuck her then. It hadn't been till she was in college that 'a stud had popped her cherry. She hardly remembered it, having gotten stoned out of her head on grass before the momentous act. But it had awakened her slumbering desires. She had become a woman, a woman who needed quality in fucking as much as in the other things in her life.
She cradled the half-erect prick and breathed heavily on it. She felt it begin to respond both to her touch and the hot air gusting past it and surging through the tangled mat of his bush. She stroked gently up and down the length, studying the prick as if she had never seen one before in her life. Janet wanted to make this as good for Ron as it would be for her.
"And then, uh, I, uh, I forget what I did next," she heard him say as she squeezed down on his cock.
"You look pale, Ron. Can I get you another drink?"
"Uh, yeah, thanks, Fred. I need another one. It . . . it's getting mighty hot in here for me."
'And it's going to get even hotter," Janet whispered, so that only Ron could hear her. She squeezed even harder on the meaty cylinder and felt the cock grow under her ministrations. The purple knob on the top of the prick pulsed now with virile life. She stroked across the big blue vein on the top of the cock and felt the distant heartbeat accelerate as she made it plain to the man what she intended to do.
"Thanks, Fred, you'll never know how much I needed this drink!"
She watched him gulp the drink down. She decided it was about time for her own needs to be satisfied. She clamped her mouth firmly to the end of the man's prick and sucked as hard as she could. For a moment, she thought he was going to lose control and jet his wad into her mouth. That would have been exactly like in high school. The teenaged stud getting his first piece always blew his load before either he or his chick were the least bit satisfied.
Janet smiled around the plug of cock in her mouth. She hadn't gotten a thrill like this out of eating prick for more years than she cared to remember. The threat of discovery added to the pair's delight. Ron had to keep his passions under control and try to keep up the conversation in as normal a fashion as he could. And Janet didn't want anyone else to know they were doing this, either. That secret added to her own searing desires.
Her cheeks went hollow from applying so much suction to the end of his pecker. She tasted the aroused male musk and couldn't help herself. She started licking his cock as if it were some meaty, tasty popsicle. She curled her tongue around the thick circumference and worked her way down to the base. She traced the outlines of his cock, giving special attention to the pulsing blue vein on the top. She managed to smooth out a few of the wrinkles in the skin; his cock hadn't been fully erect until she began licking.
"Th-then I, oh, the hell with it. Tell me all about the used car business, Fred," she heard Ron say. She knew the man must be having a hard time keeping his face calm. She knew she was giving him a hard time. The cock under the woman's tongue proved that!
She managed to pull his balls out of his pants. The loose bag containing his nuts was a prime candidate for her mouth love. She sucked the limp sac into her mouth and gently gnawed on the contents. The man's ass lifted off the seat, and she had to strain to follow the motion of his body. Her head banged against the top of the table. She heard him making apologies and then settle back down. She kept his sac in her sucking mouth the entire time. She teased and toyed with the balls trapped inside until the hairy little sac started to compress. It contracted into a hard little sphere with the balls tumbling and lurching in the stew of his sperm and semen.
She licked the wrinkled skin again as she gently pushed the balls from her mouth. It was fun getting the man hot but she wanted his prick where she could get the most out of it. She kissed and nibbled and licked her way back up the side of his trembling shaft.
The woman covered the end of the bobbing prick with her ruby lips. Then she slowly sucked the huge glans into her mouth again. A blonde cascade of her hair fell across the man's lap. She felt his hands come under the table and stroke across the luxurious mane of hair. His fingers laced through it, and he began guiding her in a face-fucking rhythm he liked the best.
For a moment, Janet didn't want to go along with that rhythm. It was too constrictive for her. She wanted the full freedom to get him even hotter, and, when he could no longer take a single instant more of her mouth love, then she would let him guide her head in the way he wanted.
She shook her head and moved away. She licked with her rough, wet tongue up the underside of his cock. The man groaned and his hand started to' tremble. She guessed he was having a hard time keeping up even a faint appearance of interest in the conversation with the used car salesman and his shrewish wife. Janet loved the feeling of power she got from this cocksucking. All through high school she had been the one who followed. Now she was the leader. She called the shots. She had blossomed in the years since graduation and had become a complete woman; even more than that.
She was beautiful. She was successful. She was powerful. Most of her classmates seemed firmly rooted in mediocrity. None of them were trying to get the good things in life. They seemed content to drift along and merely exist. Not Janet. She demanded the best from life. The woman had learned this was the only thing that pleased her in the long run.
Quality.
And Ron's prick certainly was high quality, as it possessed a definite amount of quantity. The ponderous weight of his meaty, virile prick jumped and bucked under the woman's nose. She stroked lightly, teasingly, with her fingers along the damp shaft. She inhaled and felt tremors pass throughout her body caused by the heavy male musk.
The way her pussy was beginning to drool, she knew she would have to fight hard not to drag Ron down under the table and fuck him right there. The blonde reached down and hiked up her expensive skirt. Not for the first time she damned the pantyhose she wore. They were comfortable and usually convenient, but not now, not when she wanted to run her fingers in and out of her pussy.
The elastic band at her waist expanded, and she managed to get her fingers down and press them into the well-oiled slit between her legs. She sighed. Dragging her fingers along the labia made her sigh and gasp in abject need.
"What was that you said, Ron?" asked the used car salesman. "I thought you groaned. At least it sounded that way."
"Ummm, uh, nothing, Fred. Really." Ron looked down under the table to see if Janet was all right. The man felt her fingers gripping furiously at his cock, but her mouth had left him cold and lonely. He had to cover up her stray moans of joy and try to keep the conversation going along as coherently as possible.
Which wasn't easy.
Especially when her blue eyes stared up at him in sheer and total lust. He started to motion her away from his cock but she wouldn't do it. Her ruby lips clamped firmly around the tip of his dick again, and she sucked for all she was worth. The man sighed and leaned back in his chair, completely unable to say a single word.
Her tongue swirled around and licked avidly at the cleft head of his huge cock. Sucking harder, she pulled a full inch of it into her mouth. Her tongue tormented the piss-slit as she tried to drive her tongue all the way down into his cock. Then she quickly changed her tactics and cradled his tongue with her rough, pink oral organ.
She face-fucked herself slowly. As her desires mounted and she felt his cock begin to jerk and dance with virile need, she face-fucked herself faster and faster. Soon the woman's blonde head was a blur as she drove that meaty spike of cock into her face.
"Nice," moaned Ron. "So damned nice! I just wish . . . "
"What's that Ron?" came the worried voice. "You don't look good. Not at all."
"Shut up, Fred. I think he looks just fine."
Janet vaguely understood that Fred's wife was smarter than he was. She seemed to know what was going on under the table. The woman might not approve openly of it, but at least she wasn't going to interfere with Janet's giving Ron a blowjob.
"Let's go up to our room, Fred. I think we can find something more exciting to do there than sit around in a bar and talk."
"But . . . "
Ron smiled as the woman pulled Fred out of his chair and almost dragged him along to go back to their room. He was glad to see them go, for whatever reason. He could now enjoy the wet, sweet mouth moving so avidly on his erect cock.
"Go, baby, go!" he said softly. "Give me all the mouth love you can because I'm not going to be able to hang on much longer." His fingers laced through the luxurious blonde hair again. This time she didn't mind him guiding her head in the exact fucking motion he loved the most. His hips began lifting off the chair to drive his swollen, throbbing prick into her mouth.
His balls had tightened to a hard little sphere. Locked inside, his balls tumbled and lurched in the thick stew of his jism. He groaned louder as Janet's rough, dexterous tongue began sliding up and down on the sensitive underside of his cock. With the suction she applied and the motion of her lips against his shaft, he couldn't hold his come back any longer.
His prick exploded in her mouth like a stick of dynamite detonating. He groaned, slammed his hills upward in an attempt to permanently impale her face. He wanted to rip her head off, using only his prong. She was moving easily with his every spastic jerk. Her tongue toyed with the tiny flap of skin dangling under the cleft head of his glans. The man's fiery come spattered against her tonsils and kept coming, pumping hard to fill her mouth.
She sucked: She sucked hard to get every single drop of the man's tasty come. The one gobbet of come had shot to the back of her throat and missed her tongue entirely. She couldn't taste his jism that way. Her tongue pressed firmly into the end of his fountaining prick to insure each and every drop, from them on, would smear over her taste-buds. She rolled her tongue around the thick purple bulb of his glans until she was totally satisfied with the acrid, salty taste of his come.
When his cock had gone limp, she gently licked it off and tucked it back into his trousers. She rezipped his fly and squirmed up and sat next to him at the table.
"Do you do things like that often?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Must be fattening, eating so much come."
"Only twenty-three calories per meal," she said, smiling. A little dab of his jism still spotted her lips. A quick motion of her tongue captured it. She leaned over and kissed Ron full on the lips. They were both able to share the taste of his come, then.
CHAPTER THREE
"In jail on sodomy charges? My God, I never thought he'd end up that way. Old Vic was such a quiet guy in high school." Janet shook her head and shimmers of golden light cascaded through her hair. She and Ron walked hand in hand around the quiet grounds of the hotel, reminiscing about old times.
"You remember Don? He got a job selling flea collars. When that went down the tubes, he started selling grass."
"Don? A dope dealer? I don't believe it!"
"No, no, not dope, like grass-dope. He sold sod. Real grass-grass. He got a track of land in Colorado and grew the grass, then cut it up and sold it to people too lazy to grow their own lawns."
"Did he supply the worms, too?"
"Probably, if there was a buck in it. Last I heard of him, he was back on the road, traveling in lady's lingerie."
Janet laughed. "You have such a way of putting things, Ron. Tell me, what happened to you after graduation? You seem to have just fallen out of sight, as far as I was concerned, at least." She clutched his strong arm and moved closer. For a moment, he tensed, as if unsure what to do, then relaxed, put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. It was just like it had been in school, except better from Janet's point of view. She wasn't the fainting virgin she had been then. She could do something positive about the desires running rampant inside her.
"I opened a bar. Oh, not right away of course. I worked in a restaurant to get the experience I thought I'd need and then went to work as a bartender when I was twenty-one. After that, it only took me three years to get the backing to start my own private club. I've got lots of good friends who helped out. A great bunch of guys."
Janet nodded, barely hearing what the man said. Her own thoughts were turning to all the missed opportunities she'd had in high school. With Ron. With other guys. Sneaking under the table and giving him a blowjob was something she'd thought about doing often in high school. The very idea had frightened her to death and made it impossible for her to ever even try it. Now, it seemed natural to her. She could vent her sexual needs in expressively different ways.
"Are you married, Ron?"
"Does it matter?"
"No."
"Want to go to my room? Or yours?"
She laughed at the line. It always struck her as being positively archaic. But the intent pleased her. She said quietly, "Your room will do just fine."
They went up the elevator until they reached the fourteenth floor. Janet lost count of the floors and didn't know if this hotel followed the usual pattern and skipped the thirteenth as being bad luck or not. If they had, then this was really the thirteenth. She passed it off as not being important. She wasn't superstitious, at least not this way.
The room was as sumptuous as the one she had on a floor ten stories above this level. She went to the bed and plopped down on it, feeling the springs bouncing nicely under her pert, firm buttocks.
"Do for what?" the man asked, smiling as he took off his coat and tie. "Is it something I might like to do, too?"
"I think it might be," she said, beginning to unfasten the clever snaps on her dress. Before she got the intricate clasps undone, his hand pressed firmly into hers, stopping her.
"I'd like to do that."
She looked up at her former boyfriend and smiled. This was a new Ron, too. He'd changed. She silently nodded and stood for him, her legs slightly apart and her arms limp at her sides. Let him undress her. The idea began to work on her psyche and turned her on the more she thought of it.
His hands were surprisingly gentle as he undid her gown. The smooth .cloth caressed her body as it slipped from her to form a pile around her legs. He dropped and lifted first one foot, moved the cloth, then lifted her other foot to get the dress out from under. He began to carefully fold the expensive dress.
"Don't, Ron, please. Forget it. There's just us!" she told him.
"Won't take a second." The man folded her dress and carefully laid it over the back of the chair near the bed. She sighed. The man was a bit too meticulous about some things, she realized. She would have preferred to totally ignore her gown and get on with the fucking. Her pussy was beginning to turn damp and she didn't want to lose the mood.
She needn't have worried. Ron's careful hands came back and stroked up the slim pillar of her right leg, squeezing down enough to send tremors of desire all the way up into her pussy. His hands slowly approached her pantyhose-clad crotch. She shivered in excitement, in anticipation as he almost touched her snatch. His hands seemed to vanish for a moment and then reappear on her belly. She sucked in her gut and allowed the sensations of his stroking hands to seep into her body.
The feeling was delicious. When he cupped her naked tits and pressed upward on them she sighed in real pleasure. This was the way it should have been when she was in high school, but she had been too naive and scared of men to ever try it.
His fingers pressed into her nipples, already red and firmly aroused. He flicked the marble-hard nubbins of flesh in tiny circles, then used his thumbs to crush them into the pliant, yielding flesh underneath. The pulpy mass flowed a little under the pressure and caused ,the woman to moan softly in real arousal.
"My poor little canny, it's on fire, Ron. Do something about it. Please do something! I need you so much!"
"You do?" he said, actually surprised. The tone would have caused the woman to worry if she hadn't been so totally lost in the wonderland his hands and careful fondling caused.
He gripped down hard on her tits and tried to reform them into new and different shapes. He failed. Every time he released them, they sprang firmly back into their original conical shape. Playing with them, though, made both of them pant hard and deep with lust.
She ran her fingers down the length of his forearms and tried to guide his hands back to her cunt. The flowing gash was beginning to turn her pantyhose wet. She loved the way the nylon caressed her legs as she moved, but now they were a hindrance. They prevented him from driving his steely hard cock all the way up into her pussy.
"Stockings turn me on in a big way," he told her, his hands moving off her tits and going across the slight dome of her belly. He suddenly dived down and shoved his mouth against her bellybutton. The sudden wetness caused her to gasp. She felt his rough, pink oral digit shoot out and down into the shallow well of her navel. He drove his tongue in hard, swirled it around and then pulled it out. He repeated this action over and over, a promise of what his prick would do to her twat.
"I need you, Ron. I need you in me. Fuck me! Stuff that swollen cock of yours into my cunt and fuck the living hell out of messes!"
Her legs turned weak and watery and she sank slowly to the surface of the bed. She rolled back on her shoulders and allowed her legs to spread wantonly wide. The nylon of her pantyhose prevented her full mobility but she didn't care. They would soon be off her legs and she would be totally and gloriously naked.
The woman didn't have many illusions about herself. She knew she was in top physical form. A twenty-eight-year old who had achieved the maximum of physical development and beauty. She was past the first flush of youth and had augmented that with experience and expertise in makeup. She knew she was gorgeous. She knew she was superb in bed, too. Too many men had spoken too" highly of her for it to be a lie.
'Fuck me," she repeated. "I need your prick!"
"Do you really want me to do this?" he asked.
Her blue eyes opened and she stared down at him. "It isn't anything new for you, is it, Ron? You're not a virgin or something?" She couldn't possibly believe the man had arrived at age twenty-eight, still a virgin.
"No, nothing lie that. But it has been a long time since I was in bed with a woman. It's been a long time since a woman turned me on the way you do."
She didn't know what kind of line he was handing her. He was a handsome stud and from the size of his cock, she guessed he didn't have any trouble at all with women jumping into his bed. She wanted him; others with lesser tastes would step on their own tongues begging him to fuck them. Janet felt the tiny jolts of carnal electricity volt through her snatch as she scissored her legs on either side of the man's body. She didn't care what hang-ups he had.
She wanted his cock.
"I want you," she said, simple and to the point.
"And I want you!"
He dived down and kissed her belly again. His tongue started a curlicue pattern across her stomach and down to the rim of her panty hose. She started to lift her ass up off the bed so the man could get those damned things off her. They were getting in her way. She wanted to feel his hot, sucking mouth on her cunt!
"No, don't take them off," he said. "I get really hot when a chick wears stockings."
"But, you can't fuck me with them on!"
"Want to bet?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. She watched in horrified fascination as he snapped open the silver blade and ran it lightly across the nylon on the inside of her thigh. The cold metal blade made her shiver in anticipation -but anticipation of what?
"You're not going to use that on me, are you?" Her voice quavered just a bit at the idea that the man would stick the blade into her soft, tender flesh.
"Yes!"
She flinched as the knife dragged all the way up the inside of her thigh and came to rest at her crotch. The man dug the point of the knife into her snatch and drew it upward along her cunt lips. The woman closed her eyes as she felt the cool tip of the knife touch her naked pussy lips. Her cunt juices flowed copiously now, and she felt herself being turned on more than she would have thought by this added danger. Never had she allowed a man to use a knife on her like this. And she didn't understand why she did now.
The motion of the knife ceased and she looked down between her legs, wondering what had happened. There was now a nice slit along her crotch to form a hole more than large enough for Ron to fuck through. He had turned her pantyhose into crotchless pantyhose. An innovation in the fine art of fucking!
"Now," he said, dropping down heavily between her legs, "now we can fuck, and I can enjoy the feel of those nylon-clad legs moving along my body!"
"Oh, sweet Jesus, Ron, I never thought it would be like this with us. I want you more than I can put into words. Don't talk anymore. I need your big, swollen prick in my cunt, fucking me as hard as you can do it!"
"You got it, lady!"
She gasped when she felt the blunt tip of his cock prod into her well-oiled pussy lips. He didn't ram right on up into her cunt. Instead, he decided to linger and tease her a little. The feel of his hot cock-flesh against her equally aroused labia made the woman feel as if her entire body was filling with boiling-hot desire. It spread in waves from her seething pit of passion and worked into her belly. His throbbingly virile pillar of manhood poked and probed and drew itself along her gently parted cunt lips until she was at the point of orgasm.
"Fuck me," she moaned piteously. "I need it in me! Fuck me with that monster cock of yours!"
The words spurred him on. His prick was entirely drenched with her love oils now. He inserted his pecker into her flaming hot twat and slid it gently all the way up into her belly. The woman went wild on the bed. She hadn't thought a simple insertion like this could work such sexual magic on her loins. The feel of that white-hot length of poker inside her tight passage made her come totally alive. His cock bucked and danced around inside her, stimulating her, pushing her passions to the breaking point.
She tensed her cunt muscles and felt every single bump and ridge of his deeply buried cock. The huge purple glans was like an arrowhead spreading apart her tight pussy walls. The veins pulsed with life, and the big blue vein on the top of his cock hammered fiercely every time his heart beat.
It had never been like this in high school. And Janet was going to make up for lost time.
"Fuck me! Hard! Fast! But fuck me with that marvelous prick of yours. My poor pussy is drooling! It needs your cock, hard and fast and fucking it!"
The man was only flesh and blood. The way her cunt walls worked over his cock, he couldn't hold in the fierce tides of his jism much longer. He shook his head in amazement. Seldom had a woman gotten him off like this -or this fast. Janet was one in a million. Her fuck tunnel was impossibly tight and hot and made him think he was fucking into a glove filled with boiling-hot lava.
"Here it comes!"
She thought a freight train was storming into her cunt. He pulled out and then rammed hard and fast into her softly yielding cunt. The puffy pussy lips cushioned some of the impact of his crotch against hers, but the dancing cock inside her burned like it was on fire. The tiny embers of her own desire blazed brightly as his cock stoked her banked passions. He fucked with the all-out need of a man long deprived of a woman's tightly clutching cunt.
The woman tried to give him all she could. Her own mind was a tangled mass of confusing emotions and sexual tensions. She felt him pumping rhythmically into her cunt and knew that, when he started grinding his crotch into hers, she couldn't hold back her come much longer.
The feel of his pubic fur dragging lasciviously over her erect clit was the trigger for her come. She blasted off into a sexual orbit when his pubic hair tangled around her clit. Her snatch was pulled taut from his cock driving into her pussy. The clit had long since poked up its meek head to see what was happening.
It found out.
She came, groaning and thrashing about on the bed, impaled by the sweet spike of his manly staff. She began dragging her legs up and down the sides of his body. She felt the nylons wrinkle a little on her legs and she didn't care.
All that mattered to her was her pussy. It burned. It convulsed. It told of her intense orgasm. She drifted down from her sexual high and begged, "More! Ride me, ride me hard!"
He did.
He fucked with powerful strokes that threatened to rip her apart all the way to the chin. She shuddered and bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out her passions. Then she couldn't restrain herself any more. She whined, she whimpered, she bellowed as she came again. The man's cock set off the chain reaction deep in her belly. Her cunt contracted and then erupted with another wild climax.
This time the man wasn't able to with-stand the onslaught of her unbridled passions. The ice and iron grip of orgasm smashed through her body and collapsed her cunt around his hidden prick. He gulped and knew the pressure on his dork was too much. The heat was too much. The pleasant friction of fucking her virgin-tight cunt was too much. The sensuous feel of her nylon-clad legs on his bare body was the final factor that set him off.
His control slipped as he fought to hold back the tide of his come. He wanted to stay erect and fucking this deliciously hot and tight pussy for as long as he could. Finally, when the jism reached a point about an inch from the end of his fuck stick, he couldn't hold back any longer. His prick exploded like a stick of dynamite.
He spewed out his creamy load and white-washed her pussy. She felt the liquid surge of his sweet, flowing love and went spinning off again on another orgasm. They lay on the bed, locked in each other's arms and in the throes of orgasm, for a long minute. Then they slipped down into a drowsy state of sexual satiation.
"It was good, Ron," she said. "I'm just sorry we waited ten years for it"
"So am I. But it probably wouldn't have been so potent if we'd done it in high school."
She knew he was right, but she didn't care. They had finally shared each other's body and that was all that mattered to her. With Ron firmly locked in her arms, her nylon-clad legs scissored through his, she drifted off to a pleasant sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
She stirred as "naked flesh moved across her pussy. She mumbled some small thing and then allowed her eyelids to flutter open. The sight of Ron's head buried between her legs was so exciting she couldn't put words to it.
"Ummm, Janet, I wondered if this would wake you up," he said, looking up at the blonde. "I got hungry so I decided this was the best snack I could find at this hour of the morning."
"What time is it?" she asked, feeling lazy and not a little turned on by the feel of Ron's tongue sliding slowly along her cunt lips.
"Maybe two a.m."
He didn't say anything else. He gently parted her legs so that he could bury his face into her snatch again. His tongue shot out, hard as a cock, and worked between the blue-tinged labia to tease and toy with them. His tender loving care made her gasp as he took one of the pinkly scalloped lips into his mouth and sucked on it.
She arched her back and shoved her cunt down into his face. The nylons on her legs moved seductively now on either side of his head. And she was beginning to understand the appeal of fucking with them on. Janet had never really understood why men enjoyed a woman wearing a garter belt and stockings -and nothing else. Now she did. The movement of the stockings against her legs stimulated her. The sight of Ron's face pushed firmly into her twat turned her on even more.
She wished she had something more than these crotchless pantyhose to put on. Getting Ron hot was suddenly important to her. She wanted to make this the most erotic fucking possible.
"Ummmm, tasty twat," he said, lapping lewdly at her cunt sauce. His tongue worked along the tender ridge of her swollen pussy lip, and she felt lightning bolts of desire blast into her belly from that feathery touch. She had never understood how the lightest of touches could drive her totally wild with lust while a heavy-handed fucking left her cold.
Ron's tongue fleetingly caressed her cunt lips and then dragged across her clit. The sudden jab of desire into her body made her tense and for one second, she thought she was going to come. This would have been the quickest climax on record for her, but then, if anyone could do it to her, it would have to be her old high-school boyfriend.
She had lain awake nights while she was in high school, thinking about him, wondering what it would be like to spread her legs wantonly for him to drive in his thick, meaty prick and fuck her. She had never found out. She had been too scared of her own body and her own responses to ever do it. Something had nagged at her and told her that once she put out, she would never be able to control the rampaging lusts in her tender young body.
Janet laughed at that. She'd been right, dead right. Once she learned about the thrill of fucking, the joys of sucking on a man's prick, she had never once wanted to stop. The pleasures she received were fantastic. And there wasn't anything wrong with her satisfying those desires. Her early religious training was out of date. Fucking with someone you weren't married to wasn't wrong.
How could anything that was so much fun be wrong?
She'd waited ten years to go to bed with Ron. She was glad she had waited, that she'd experienced what other men had to offer her in the sack. It made Ron's loving all the more intense.
His tongue worked up and down her pussy lips and then hesitated when he came to her cunt hole. She felt the tensions build inside her. He was stringing her out and was soon going to pluck her and send her vibrating in sheer delight.
"Tongue-fuck me, Ron! Stuff that tongue of yours all the way up into my cunt!"
He didn't answer. He had better things to do with his mouth. He licked around the flowing mouth of her pussy, then tentatively drove his tongue down into her steamy depths. She moaned and went tense all over. For a moment, he thought she was coming. Then he realized she was at the very brink, but hadn't gotten off yet.
A quick stab of his tongue and her legs clamped tightly on either side of his head. He was blind and deaf. All he could do was tongue-fuck her tight pussy. So he did: Fast. Hard. With all the skill he could muster.
He felt the velvet walls of her pussy ripple and pulse with mad lust. He tasted her salty, slightly acrid woman-wine. He sucked and licked and sent his tongue flittering all over the insides ,of her cunt. Her orgasm sent out a flood of fuck fluids that almost drowned him.
Avidly sucking them all up, he continued fucking her with his tongue until his jaws ached. He lost count of the number of times she came. He diddled her clit, he lightly nibbled on her cunt lips, he tongue-fucked her crushing depths, he even drove his wet tongue into the tightly clenched anus. The brief excursion up her asshole made the woman shiver all over as if she had caught a chill. When she got off, her entire body was wracked with heavy shudders that threatened to shake her to pieces. The man kept his tongue firmly lodged in her anal sphincter until the best of her passion had abated.
He poked his head up and looked into her sex-dazed blue eyes and said, "I'm all sweaty and tired. What do you say to a little dip in the pool?"
"Ummm, yes, Ron, anything, as long as I can be with you!"
"Let's go, then."
"Not like this!" she protested, looking down at her naked body. She still wore her pantyhose, but the active fucking and cunt eating had virtually ripped the pantyhose in two. Her snatch was nakedly exposed and it would be damned embarrassing if they happened to run into anyone while she was in this condition.
"I intend to go skinny-dipping. I don't know about you."
"Skinny-dipping," she said, savoring the feel of the word on her tongue. They had always talked about doing things like this while they were in high school, but she'd never known anyone who actually did it. The decision was immediate.
She'd do it!
"Okay, Ron, it sounds like fun--and it sounds like something we should have done ten years ago. Together."
"I couldn't agree more. But for the sake of traveling, here, you can wear my robe. I'll put on this coat and we will seem to be two respectable people just out for a nighttime stroll and elevator ride. Or something."
"Or something," she said and laughed. The more she thought of this little jaunt, the hotter she became. This was a totally different Ron from the one she'd known. He looked about the same but his outlook on life had changed for the better. He was willing to take risks, do things which would make them both a lot happier.
As they rode down in the elevator, she couldn't keep her hand from slipping between their bodies. She lifted his coat and drew her hands over the well-muscled moons of his ass. Diving between his legs, she grabbed his balls and pulled gently. He yelped but she didn't stop.
Her hand finally found his limp prick. Stroking along its flaccid length, she found she was able to get it into a half-erect position by the time they reached the lobby.
"What are we going to do now?" she whispered to him, as she saw the bored clerk lounging against the counter, reading a Magazine.
"Act like nothing was the matter."
She had to laugh out loud at that. His prick poked its crown out the front of his coat. Act like nothing was wrong! Everything was right! And they could be arrested for it!
The clerk never looked up, but the thrill of possible discovery made Janet's pussy begin to really water. She felt weak and rubbery inside and, by the time they reached the secluded pool, she was hot to fuck Ron.
"Let's not swim, Ron. Let's make it again."
"Why do we have to separate them?" he asked, his hand slipping down into the small of her back and then cupping one of her perky asscheeks. "We can fuck in the water. It does look tempting, doesn't it?" He indicated the small pool with the glinting waves and promisingly warm embrace.
"Yea!" she said.
And then the woman flew through the air, the man's hand propelling her with a last second goose. She yelped as his thumb drove up into her asshole, but the water cut off any real protest. Janet sputtered for air and fluttered around in the water for a moment until she could get the floor under her feet.
She paddled around lazily, feeling the warm water caressing her body and relaxing her. The sight of Ron standing on the edge of the pool, his prick jerking mightily to another thrilling erection, stimulated her. She couldn't wait to float in the water and have the man's powerful prick drive in and out of her cunt.
"Join me!" she urged.
He didn't have to be asked twice. He slipped into the water and idly stroked over to her. They were at the junction of the deep end and the shallower part. Janet couldn't decide which would be better for their fucking. The deeper water provided lots of room to thrash around, but it might require some footing on the bottom of the pool. She didn't want to drown to death, no matter how great the promise of cock.
Ron settled it for her. He guided her back towards the shallow end, saying, "I might need the leverage. It gets tricky fucking in the water."
"Oh, ho!" she crowed. "An expert And I thought you were the one who didn't go in for sports."
"Not like this." His hands slithered through the water and brushed across her nipples. The woman felt an electric surge pass through her entire body. This was living! She knew all over again what she had been missing while she had been in high school. The number of swimming parties she'd gone to blurred in number in her head. Not once had anyone ever suggested balling in the water. And if they had, she would have turned them down.
Not now. Now with the promise of a long, demanding cock just inches away from her pussy. She could see it underwater, bucking and throbbing with desire for her. The refraction of . the water caused the angles to change subtly and made his cock seem even larger than it was, though how that could be Janet didn't know.
She kicked upward with her legs and tried floating under the surface. Her legs drifted widely apart and exposed her beautiful blonde snatch. She looked down and could see the pink pussy lips fluttering with the gentle currents in the pool. She knew that Ron wouldn't be able to resist her now.
She was right.
He shoved of and arrowed into her crotch like a torpedo heading for its target. She shuddered a little as his cock brushed against her pussy mound before moving lower and parting her cunt lips. The shudder built up inside her body until an earthquake threatened to tear her apart.
"Oh, God, Ron, fuck me! I can feel it inside me! I . . . I'm almost ready to come!"
"So soon?" he asked, bemused. "But it can't be anything I've done. Wh --? "
"It's you, dammit, it's you! I want you!" she moaned. By tossing her head to get the wet hair out of her eyes she sent a cascade of water dancing across the pool. She wanted his prick buried all the way up into her twat. Nothing less would do; the anticipation of it was building her desires to the breaking point, but she needed a little fucking to push her over the brink.
"Shit, I never imagined I could do that to women," he said. She wasn't in the mood to argue with him. His prick was necessary to her. If only she had discovered it ten years earlier!
But it drove smoothly into her well-oiled cunt. It surged and twisted as it parted her tightly held inner pussy walls. She gasped with the force of his entry, then floated onto her back and arched her spine to drive him even deeper into her cunt.
It worked. She came. The galvanic shock passing through her body lighted her up like a thousand-watt light bulb. She quivered and shook and jerked around, a fish on the end of a long pole.
"Ready for some real, honest-to-God fucking now?" he asked when the tidal passions of desire had abated in her trim, supple body. She could only nod dully. The entire fucking in the amniotic fluid-like warm pool was almost more than she could take. If she had been sent back to the womb, free of all worries, given all the cock she could stand, it couldn't have been better than this.
And when he started fucking her, it was paradise on earth. She felt tiny fires begin to ignite throughout the length of her cunt. They blazed brighter and spread into her belly. Then the heat lanced all the way up her spine and exploded once in her brain. She came again. When her thrashing and splashing around died down again, he told her, "It's not going to get any better. The water's making your cunt feel like sandpaper."
"Nonsense!" she blurted. She felt her pussy drooling obscenely. Her slippery love juices would be more than enough lubricant for even a cock as huge as Ron's.
As he fucked a few more times into her clinging twat, she realized he was right. The water washed off her oils and left nothing but skin. He fucked her and it felt like she was being dry-humped. She moaned and this time it wasn't from pleasure.
"See?" he said. "But hang on. We're going to a little ride." He began swimming toward the edge of the pool. She hung onto his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist. This kept his cock firmly lodged inside her pussy. While it wasn't moving, it felt nice and warm and stimulating for her. Only when he really tried to fuck her did it chafe and hurt.
She sputtered a little, from being trapped under his body like that but soon saw his target. Someone had left some petroleum jelly near the edge of the pool, possibly some lovers who enjoyed the same type of water sports she and Ron did.
The man pulled the lid off the plastic jar and pulled out a thick gob of the grease. Reaching underwater, he liberally applied it to his pecker and all over her labia. For a moment, she felt empty as he drifted away from her. But his fingers raced up into her seething pit of passion. He quickly swirled it around inside her pussy and then she felt the usual weak and watery sensation.
It didn't last long. He stuffed his. prick back into her and shoved off from the edge of the pool. Janet felt as if she were floating through space, weightless. The warmth made her forget she had a skin. All her worries faded away. Her only contact with reality was the deliciously warm and hard cock buried all the way up her pussy.
"Fuck me," she sighed hotly into his ear. She had to cling to him to keep from going underwater. While that didn't bother her too much, she realized that when she approached orgasm, she might inadvertently suck in a mouthful of water. That would ruin all the pleasure she had worked so hard to build.
"Don't worry," he told her. "With a pussy as hot and tight and demanding sheathing my prick, I can't do anything else!"
He began an odd motion, flexing his back and working his way through the water like a porpoise. She wanted to protest until he kicked hard and rippled his entire body. His prick slipped in and out of her cunt with a motion so totally erotic she almost came. As he flapped and fluttered his way around the pool, she did come.
Janet had never been able to relax like this on land. There was no pressure on her back, anywhere, except where it mattered the most. His prick was properly oiled for the task of fucking her now, and it slipped easily in and out of her clutching, steamy hot cunt. She felt the petroleum jelly begin to melt inside her hot pussy and squirt out around the thick plug of his cock. She idly worried that they might need some more to keep both from complaining.
But that was for later. Right now, she had no complaints at all. She let her arms trail down the sides of her body. His strong limbs supported her totally now. The water buoyed her up, her ass feeling the gentle caresses of the water flowing between the humid ass-cheeks. The gentle waves breaking on her tits built up her desires even more, but it was his cock inside that really turned her on.
It had never been this way in high school. She wanted to make up for all the time she'd lost.
Her fingers groped between their wet, slippery bodies until she found his balls. They were slack and floating in the warm water. They didn't stay that way long. She teased and massaged them into a hard little sphere that pulsed and lurched with need.
He fucked her faster. They were grunting now, the sweat from their furious activity being washed away by the warmth of the water surrounding them. Rolling over and over in the water was the most delicious way to fuck, she thought.
The rolling motion set into gear strange desires in her loins. She didn't understand what it was that made her frolic like some water nymph. As she felt the water wash across her face, past her slightly domed belly, across their locked genitals, she came. Hard.
Her thrashing would have been mistaken for a drowning if a guard had been on duty. Luckily for them, no one was even in the room. They continued fucking hard and fast until the woman thought she was totally exhausted.
And then the man shoved his feet directly toward the bottom of the pool and pulled her under. They had been moving slowly toward the deep end of the pool. Now the bottom was a good ten feet under them. And Ron took advantage of this to give the woman a new thrill in fucking.
She didn't try to hold onto his body as he dived for the bottom. He kicked himself into position once he got to the ten foot depth and peered up. He saw her legs still widely split, her pussy glinting like gold above him. With the air threatening to burst from his lungs, he pushed off powerfully and headed for the surface.
The buoyancy of the air in his lungs helped speed him on his way. He gauged his target, saw the soft pink lips and corrected his course slightly. As he broke the surface, his prick smashed hard, into her cunt hole. The forceful fucking triggered still another come in her softly yielding pussy.
As her velvet-lined cunt clamped down around his prick, the man knew he couldn't stand it anymore. He came, his jism shooting into her eagerly sucking cavity of carnal passions. That female orifice worked miracles on his prick, milking every single drop of his come from his balls. When her cunt finished with him, he was limp and content to float on his back.
"That was great, Ron," Janet told him, paddling alongside.
"Yeah. I just wish we could do it again right now."
"Let me help?' she said, diving. She went underwater and licked and tongued his balls until he had another hard-on: The second time in the water was even more fun than the first fucking.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm beginning to feel as wrinkly as a prune," said Janet, shaking the water from her hair. Ron looked up and gasped at the lovely sight. Her hair was spun gold to begin with, but with the water highlighting its beauty, it was breathtaking. Her being so delightfully naked added worlds to the sight, too.
The golden flow of her hair cascaded down and between her firm, ripe breasts. Her tits were capped with cherry-red nipples, still taut from the excitement of the fucking. Her trim waist flared out and glided nicely into the ample hips she sported. He could see the golden triangle of her pussy mound pointing directly between her thighs. The pink pussy lips pouted prettily and made him sorry he didn't have a hard-on to thrust all the way between them.
Janet knew he was looking at her hungrily. She felt a need inside her to fuck him all night long, as hard and fast as she could. The woman knew she had missed a lot of opportunities in high school. This reunion was a godsend to her. She could make up for all the time and lost chances.
Like Ron.
She marveled at how hesitant he was with her at times. Other times he seemed a real stud. But she couldn't complain. The feel of that cock pounding hard into her pussy lit her up and made her come totally alive. She would put up with any sort of weirdness to get that pussy-pleasing prick in her again.
She started to say something when another voice cut her off. "Okay, you two. Out of the pool You're both under arrest for skinny-dipping."
She felt a cold hand seize her and then release as a softer, more feminine voice chimed in, "Yeah, that's in violation of good old Eight Miles High School's Rule number 23, no fucking on campus."
Janet turned and saw two people, clad only in skimpy towels, standing near one of the entrances to the pool room. For a moment, she didn't recognize the man. She had seen so few without their clothes on during high school. Then she blurted out, "Bert!"
"In the flesh," the high-school football player said, bowing deeply from the waist and allowing his towel to fall away. It revealed a raging hard-on.
And Janet knew the reason why. It wasn't her. It was the delightfully naked woman next to Bert. Cheryl had been one of the cheerleaders. Maybe the head cheerleader; Janet wasn't sure. She had envied Cheryl all through school for the boys trotting around after her, stepping on their tongues as they tried to get her to jump into the sack with them. Janet wasn't sure that Cheryl had ever taken a single one up on the offer.
She had always classed her as a lovely prick-teaser.
Obviously, she had found better uses for a prick, if Bert's boner was any indication.
"Caught!" cried Ron. "Take us away! Or better yet, join us. The pool still has a little room."
"But if your cock keeps swelling like that," said Cheryl, won't it displace all the water? Archimedes' principle or something. I never was much good at physics."
"What were you good in?" asked Ron.
"Sex education," said Cheryl, her eyes dancing as she tossed away her towel and pirouetted on the edge of the pool. "I was very good at that subject."
"Damn," said Ron. "I missed that class. Why don't you show me what all you learned so I won't fail the makeup exam!"
Cheryl brushed back her brown hair, smiled, poised for a moment on the edge of the pool and dived in, cutting cleanly through the water. She stroked briskly and surfaced, tossing her head to clear the water from her eyes.
Her outstretched arms were a wanton invitation to Ron. Looking down into the water, Janet could seethe man's cock slowly jerking erect again. It hadn't taken him any time at all to get his hard-on back. For a second she envied Cheryl, then turned to Bert.
"Looks like we're left out in the cold."
"It doesn't have to be cold, if you know what I mean."
"Show me."
His hands slipped across her wet skin and caught up the hard little points of her nipples. She was soon gasping as he massaged her tits and rolled the nipples in tiny circles. The woman hadn't thought of the football jock as being much of a lover. Her image of him was the brusque, rude, not-quite-animal-but-still-far-from-human machine out on the football field.
She changed her mind rapidly. She moaned softly and leaned against his hard shoulder. He was ten years older but none of the muscle tone had left. He was as strong now as when he'd played ball.
She had thought she was getting a raw deal when Ron and Cheryl had started their amorous activities in the water, but now Janet knew this might be for the best. She had always gone to the football games and wondered what all those studs would be like. She had never dated a single one of them while she was in high school. They belonged to a totally different social circle.
Now she was equal -more than equal in just about all ways. She was probably more successful than Bert, probably made more money, had more powerful business connections, and she wondered if she might not be able to fuck better.
Janet was going to find out.
"I don't even remember you from high school," the huge man said. His fingers manipulated her nipples in such a way that she could hardly answer. The passions rising in her body weren't to be denied. She sighed and pressed just a little closer to the mountain of muscle beside her.
"I was around," she finally said. "But I'm sorry I never was around you!"
She looked down significantly at the man's erection. That pillar of manhood stood proudly at attention, jiggling slightly every time his heart. beat. Her hands couldn't stay still. They moved across his broad back and his firmly muscled belly. And she drifted lower until she could wrap her fingers around his massive cock. The cylinder of man-meat felt even larger than it looked.
When she got this mighty bludgeon of cock inside her, fucking her, pleasuring her, it would be better than all the fucking Ron had given her. She knew it.
"Let's go into the water," Bert said, trying to guide her in with pressure on her tits. She pressed down hard on his cock to keep him exactly where he was.
"No, I feel like a prune. I'm all wrinkled from being in the water too long now. Can't you think of something we can do out of the water that might be as much fun?" Her hand began to stroke slowly up and down the ponderous length of his cock.
Her hand on his prick made the ex-football player smile. "I got some ideas." And then his mouth crushed hers and carried her flat onto her back. She allowed his weight to come down directly on her boobs. The feeling of having them mashed flat under his broad, strong chest made her heart beat just a little bit harder.
She felt her crushed tits filling with excited blood. Every time her heart beat, more and more of her life-giving fluid hammered into them. By the time her nipples were hard and taut and erect, she was willing to fuck Bert anywhere. As long as it was right now!
His tongue gently circled her closed lips, teasing them, promising much more. As she parted her lips slightly, his tongue hammered hard into her mouth. In the dank oral cavern, he sought out her tongue and dueled delightfully with it. Their pink oral organs turned and twisted and rolled around each other until both were panting heavily with lust.
"Enough of this," she moaned, breaking free of the oral embrace. "I want this in me, fucking me!"
She tugged significantly at his cock. The hard organ of lust felt as if it had grown another inch while they were kissing. She was beginning to wonder if she would be able to get that huge cock into her twat. After all, she was only human and her pussy was only so big. This cock was a monster.
Bert started kissing down the line of her jaw and went back to her ear. She almost went berserk as his tongue found the hollow behind her ear and licked passionately at it. The skin here was so sensitive she could almost come whenever a man touched her with his tongue. Bert's tongue flew like a bird, fluttering here, blowing across a silken plain to land there, pressing hard in other places. When he came to the rim of her ear, she writhed in total arousal.
"Fuck me now! I can't take more of this without feeling your cock in me, fucking me hard! Ohhhhhh!"
His hands held her firmly in the position he wanted. She couldn't escape him even if she wanted. He maneuvered her around just as if she were some recalcitrant blocker he wanted out of his way. His tongue firmly lodged in the hollow of the woman's ear, then began fucking it. She went crazy. The sensations in her ear made her think this cock-hard tongue was trying to drive all the way through her head.
"No, no, my twat!" she cried. "I want this up my cunt! Fuck me before I go out of my head!"
He didn't answer. His hands slipped down the smooth length of her body and turned her onto her side, facing away from him. He snuggled up close behind and fitted his body to hers, like spoons in a drawer. She rammed her ass backwards the instant she felt the fleshy, hot rod of his prick pressing between her legs.
She wanted as much of that wondrously huge prick inside her now flowing pussy as she could get. The woman lifted her leg and draped one back over both of the man's. This widely exposed her snatch and allowed the man to drive his prick firmly into her damp gash.
The first thrust of his cock missed her cunt hole. His prick went slithering along the slippery slit and poked out ludicrously under her pussy mound. Looking down between her tits, Janet thought for a moment she had grown a prick. She was able to see it sprouting in exactly the place where it should be.
She reached down and stroked along the underside to encourage the man to try again. Reaching between her legs, she firmly gripped the cock and pushed it backwards toward the mouth on her seething pit of passion. Her leg tightened as she felt Bert moving backwards. She wanted him to fuck her, not leave her.
"Don't worry, pet," he told her. "I'm not going any place but where we both want!"
He was only repositioning himself. She felt his prick sliding back and forth between her cunt lips, soaking up the juices flowing from her innards, getting ready for the plunge that would take him all the way up into her cunt.
"Fuck meeeeeee!" she moaned piteously. The fires of lust in her tender body had blazed brightly now. She wanted him inside her, stoking those fires until she could no longer stand them. The feeling of hot and hard cock was all that mattered to her now. The sexual tensions were pulling at her belly, making her feel more and more tense. Only a good, hard fucking would help her now.
His cock shot in again. This time it squarely hit her pussy. She shuddered as the big purple knob of his glans parted her cunt lips and plunged in about an inch. She shuddered and wiggled her ass against his hairy thighs. They fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She marveled at this and how hot his prick seemed only an inch up her needy cunt.
"More! Give me more of that sweet, fucking cock!"
"Okay, pet, here it comes I"
She almost passed out. She had always thought the fainting heroines in the gushy historical romances she read were carrying that act a bit far. Now she knew. When enough cock was rammed hard enough into a pussy, something had to give.
It was her tender cunt walls. They stretched and strained to expand enough to take the huge circumference of his cock. And long! She thought he was never going to stop entering her tight, hot pussy. The woman knew he was going to rip her apart all the way to the chin with that fleshy sword.
And she loved every inch of it.
The power of his entry into her tensed, juicy cunt caused her to roll over onto her back. She was pressing her entire weight down into the man's belly. He took it easily. His hands circled her body and clamped firmly on her tits. He started kneading them like mounds of dough. He seemed intent on rearranging their shapes, but no matter how hard he squeezed, the flesh always flowed back into the firm, high-placed tits. Catching her nipples between first and second fingers, he squeezed down hard on the mushroom-like nubbins of erectile flesh. The woman squealed with joy.
He began rotating her boobs, one clock-wise and the other in the opposite direction. She knew he was trying to tear her jugs off her chest. But the burning delight blasting into her chest told her this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her.
She couldn't remain stationary on top of him as her tits were being manhandled like this. She felt her hips moving. This caused his prick to slip in and out of her cunt. She was fucking herself because of the action of his hands on her boobs!
Janet placed one foot on either side of the man's legs and braced herself. In this position, she could move back and forth enough to get the cock to fuck her. It didn't go very far, but it was enough for her -for now. Her pliant inner membrane had spread and stretched to take the huge cock resting so firmly in her fuck channel. She could tense down and feel every contour of that mighty fuck stick.
The arrowhead-shaped glans pulsed with virile life. Just behind it was the array of tiny veins, all throbbing with delight at the tight, hot pussy flesh surrounding them. The big blue vein on the top of his cock pressed wondrously hard into her sensitive cunt and lighted her inner fires.
"I've got to have you fucking me!" she told him. "The hands on my boobs feel nice, but my cunt, oh, my poor little cunny needs all the cock it can geeeeeeet!"
She felt herself lifted up into the air. For a horrifying second, she thought he was going to toss her into the pool. The only contact she had with his body was his cock deeply hidden up her cunt and the pair of hands gripping her tits. He swung her around and performed an agile maneuver which caused her to end up on hands and knees. He was crouched behind her, his prick still firmly inside her clinging twat.
He was going to fuck her like a bitch in heat!
The idea blasted into Janet's mind and made her even hornier. She wanted this! She wanted him fucking her like this more than she had ever wanted anything else in the world.
In this position, she felt lustier, more like an animal wanting to be fucked than she ever had before. She wiggled her ass against his crotch and felt his cock respond deep within her cunt. She sighed and pressed harder back into his groin to make sure he would fuck her. His cock felt like it might be able to touch her tonsils now. But she wanted it moving inside her cunt, warming her cunt flesh with its friction, making her know this was a real stud fucking her.
She wasn't disappointed.
He began slowly, almost painfully. His prick slipped from her clinging cunt amid a flow of her fuck oils. The thick juices trickled down the insides of her legs and tickled, arousing her even more. She panted harshly as she felt his hands snaking around her body to grip hard on her tits again.
He started moving his strong fingers over her satiny slopes as if he were milking a cow. He circled the broad base of her tits, then squeezed. Moving downward, he ended up pinching her nipples. She cried in sheer joy at the sensations blasting like lightning bolts into her chest. She felt as if he had filled her lungs with napalm. Her throat was covered with sandpaper, and every breath she took now burned all the way through her body. And her cunt!
It was being refilled with that impossibly long, thick-girthed cock. She felt as if she would break apart from the intrusion all the way up into her own tight cunt.
"Fuck me harder," she begged. "I've got to feel your cock moving fast and hard inside me to really enjoy it!"
She hardly knew what she was saying. Her brain tumbled with lust. The effect of this slow fucking numbed her tongue and confused her words. But the man understood her problems, her delights. He gradually fucked faster, picking up the tempo until he was slamming hard into her ass with every stroke.
The power of the fucking threatened to braise her cunt lips. But she didn't care. This was the way she loved it. Hard. Long. Fast. Hot. He shoved that pillar of man-meat into her twat so fast the friction along the entire length mounted to the point where she felt like melting inside. She wondered if someone had poured lead into her guts, anyway. The warmth of this molten pool spread rapidly throughout her body. When the sudden surge of carnal electricity shot up her spine, she came.
She came hard.
Shrieking out tier joy, she pumped her hips backwards into his crotch to get even more of his cock into her seething, gripping twat. The feel of his hairy thighs rubbing so hard against her smooth ass-flesh turned her into a real bitch. She couldn't get enough of his cock. She felt it plunge deeply into her cunt, his balls swinging and banging against her pussy lips underneath. The feel of his hands all over her tits made her go wild.
She came again, harder, with more energy. She soared on the winds of that orgasm, tossed high and wide. She floated, she dropped, she came back to earth.
He fucked her even harder and faster. Her entire cunt burned with the frantic fucking. She guessed he was about at the breaking point himself. The woman felt his cock expand to her squeezing pussy. She hadn't thought it was possible for the man to be any larger, but he had proven her wrong. More and more excited blood poured into his erection, making it even more like a fireplace poker, stiff, thick, and hot. Very hot.
He blasted into her cunt so hard, he forced her down onto her face. She folded her arms and rested her forehead on them. This shoved her ass up into the air and gave him an even better target to fuck into. He used it, grinding against her pussy lips when he was buried full length, then pulling out with the same corkscrewing motion he had used going in. She felt her passions approaching the point where she could no longer control them.
The blonde woman's entire body detonated. She came like a string of firecrackers going off. And as she was slipping back from the ultimate in human pleasure she felt the long prick inside her erupt. The lunging cock planted its fiery seed deep within her loins. She reacted to the sweet, flowing jism and came again.
He spilled gallons into her sucking pussy, and then she felt his prick wilt within her like a plant without enough water. She tensed her cunt muscles and squeezed down on him, milking him for every single drop of his precious jism. He groaned and ran his hands along her smooth flanks, but it was no use. His cock had died.
For the moment.
Janet stretched out full-length on her belly and sighed softly. Her pussy still quivered from the force of the fucking. She had felt his cock impossibly far up in her belly. He had been better hung than any man she had balled before. But it hadn't been the thrill she expected. Her naive high school mentality still lingered a little, she knew. Just because a guy had all the muscles and equipment didn't make him the best stud in the world.
Bert wasn't too bright, and, while he could please her nicely now, she realized she would get bored with him soon. He wasn't in her league either mentally or sexually.
She guessed he and Cheryl belonged together, both of them having the IQ of a small house plant.
But God, had he fucked her!' She tensed her belly muscles, remembering the feel of his cock burning her up with friction.
CHAPTER SIX
"That was real surprise," said Janet, back in Ron's room. "I hadn't figured on seeing any of the football players here."
"Why not?"
"They don't seem the type to indulge in the `what did the rest of the class turn out like?' fantasies we harbor. Bert is about like I'd have expected from an ex football jock."
"Dumb? Slow-witted?"
"Yeah, and not all that imaginative about fucking, either," she said candidly. Then, a sly look creeping into her eyes, she asked, "Were the cheerleaders any better at screwing than the football players?"
"What you're asking me is if I enjoyed fucking Cheryl. And the answer, surprisingly enough, is yes. I dug the merry hell out of putting it to her. In high school, I'd always wondered what it was like getting into the cheerleaders' pants and fucking like a rabbit. Now I know. She is one hell of a foxy chick."
"Why did it surprise you that you got off on it? She is one hell of a fine-looking woman." Janet remembered the firm, ample mounds of tit-flesh bobbling around in front of the woman's chest, the nipples tracing out invisible figure eights in the air. The trim waist betrayed no hint of flab, and the ass and legs were enough to make any model envious. Janet stretched her own legs out on the bed and critically studied them. They weren't bad, not bad at all, but not in the same league as Cheryl's. The other woman had exercised regularly in high school, doing all the high jumps and splits in midair. Obviously she had stayed in shape during the past ten years. There was no reason at all to be surprised that Ron found Cheryl enticingly beautiful because she was.
"Since I came across you, my darling," Ron said, "things have been in a constant turmoil in my mind. I'd thought all women were just prick-teasers out to make a man miserable. You showed me a woman can be more, a hell of a lot more."
"I certainly hope so," she said primly. "And I wish you'd show this woman. that she's not being ignored totally. Unless, of course, you want to toss me out and go find Cheryl and ask her to share the bed with you."
"Nope," Ron said, shaking his head. "She and Bert are firmly married."
"Didn't look like it down in the pool."
"They're into swinging. As long as they've each got a partner, they seem happy enough. But the other has got to be around, or I suspect it would put them really uptight."
"Weird," Janet said, "but each to their own. You still didn't answer the question about whether or not you're going to leave me all alone in the bed."
She scooted across the surface of the bed and contrived to allow the towel to slide free of her voluptuous body. She preened a little bit, patting strands of her drenched hair into place. Shoving her tits out a little more than normal added to the effect. The blonde also made sure that the man got more than a hint of her pussy fur. Her white legs scissored together and then parted just enough to tempt him.
"God, I can't believe it," he said, looking down at his crotch. "I am actually getting another hard-on. Lady, you've done wonders for me!"
"Nonsense," she said. "You had it in you all the time. And that's where I want it -in me all the time!" Lolling back on the bed, she opened her legs in wanton invitation to the man. She made sure he could see her grinning pink pussy lips entirely surrounded by the blonde rim of her bush.
"Nope, not there, not this time," he said with conviction. "Let's go out onto the balcony. I want to take a look at the city lights."
She closed her thighs and reluctantly got to her feet. Men! They had such odd ideas at times. But to ease the horny feelings trying to gnaw their way out of her cunt, she would do most anything. She had to feel the long, hard pillar of his prick slipping in and out of her, warming her with the friction of the fucking, making her come totally alive again. She snuggled up to Ron out on the balcony, her fingers tracing out each and every bone in his spine.
When she got down to his ass, she allowed her fingers to dip into the dank crevice and play with his asshole. He suddenly said, "That's it! I want to fuck you up the ass!"
"Huh?" She didn't sound very bright but the man's comment had taken her by surprise. Janet hadn't intended to do more than get him hot and ready to fuck again. Maybe stuff her finger up his asshole and stroke across his hidden prostate gland. That made some men into real tigers, capable of super-human sexual feats.
He spun her around and she found herself draped over the railing, looking down into a dizzying depth. She tried to count the stories above ground level and failed. All she really knew was that it had to be one hell of a long fall. And all that kept her from plunging down was the thin railing. It had seemed strong enough to her before. Now she had doubts about its safety.
She struggled and tried to get away from the man's grasp. He held her firmly and pushed her feet wider apart until her stance pleased him. She gasped at the intrusion of his prick all the way up into her cunt. It took her as much by surprise as his sudden conviction that he wanted to fuck her up the ass.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she sobbed. The feelings running wild in her body almost robbed her of the power of speech. "You're fucking my cunt!"
"Just to get my cock greased. Ass fucking isn't to be taken lightly, darling. Now just look out at the bright lights and enjoy the sights while I enjoy your tender behind!"
Janet looked up and saw the city lights strung out in front of her like jewels dumped onto a black velvet cloth. Some drunken giant had surely sent those lights spinning from his grasp. Janet just hoped she didn't go spinning from Ron's grasp. He held her firmly around the waist and poled in and out from her pussy with growing speed and urgency. Each time he slammed forward, she felt the railing bite into her waist. But the feelings of arousal beginning to stir inside her soon offset any slight pain she was experiencing.
The lewd smacking noise of a cock fucking a juicy twat filled the night air. She closed her eyes and imagined she was flying, that prick being all she needed to float above the earth. Opening her eyes occasionally made the feeling of flying even more intense. But the fucking was where it was at for the woman. This was living. She was getting all she had missed out on in high school.
And then her pussy was empty, abandoned by the sweet fucking prick. Before she could protest, she felt firm hands working at her asscheeks, pulling them apart. She moaned softly as Ron took one half moon of firm flesh in each hand and started rotating them. He seemed intent on ripping them from her body, but the sexual energy this generated inside her pussy wasn't to be denied.
"Oh, Ron darling, it feels heavenly!" she sighed. "But your cock! Stuff it back in me! I need it fucking meeeee!"
She almost sobbed when she felt the blunt end of his cock prod into her tightly clutched ring of anus. He didn't drive his cock in mercilessly. Even with her fuck juices lubricating his cock, he could have ripped her apart if he'd tried a swift entry up her back. He pressed against the anal sphincter. It refused to let the male invader up her tightest passage.
"Relax, dammit," he told her. "Relax and it'll be great. I love Greeking. This is my style of fucking. But you've got to relax if you're going to get off on it in a big way."
"I'm trying," she said. "I just don't have men want to butt-fuck me all that much."
"You're going to love this," he promised. `But don't tense up like that. Relax!"
She tried. But it was the steady pressure of his cock against her anal muscle that finally paid off for both of them. The slippery oils on his cock allowed the glans of his cock to sneak up her shit chute about an inch. But this was all that it required. Her anus seemed to give up the fight and relaxed.
"Oh, oh sweet God, I never thought it could feel like this," she moaned. "You've shoving a goddamn telephone pole up my asshole. It's tearing me up inside!"
"Only my cock," the man panted. "But it's your ass that's tight. Tight and hot! Feels like a blast furnace inside. This is going to be one hell of a buggering!"
He slid his cock another inch into her rectum. They both trembled like leaves in the wind. She clutched the railing with such intensity she wondered if it might not break. Like her insides. His cock was simply too big for her asshole. She knew it. He was pulling her apart and she would soon tear. Tear and bleed.
She didn't want to bleed to death from being corn-holed out on a balcony overlooking the city. She sobbed loudly and begged, "Stop! I can't take any more of your cock! Please stop! I . . . aaaaaieeee!"
He slipped his cock another inch into her tight, greedy asshole and then, even as the words were on her lips, slammed home. His entire cock blasted into her bowels. He grunted as he felt the tight sheath of her inner flesh grip down hard at his prick. For a moment, he wondered if he had fucked into a surgeon's glove loaded with boiling-hot lava. The skin of her rectum fit perfectly around his cock and she was hot inside.
He corrected that mentally. She was hot!
The woman tossed her head from side to side. It was about the only motion she could make. His impaling spike of burning hot cock driven all the way up her rump made it impossible for her to move. The railing held her firmly in place. She knew he was torturing her. This had to be some sadistic streak on the man's part coming out. He had ripped her entire asshole apart, and she had to be bleeding to death.
As her inner membrane stretched to take the unusual visitor up her rectum, she felt a soothing warmth spreading like melted butter throughout her belly. This wasn't so bad after all. If anything, it was a little bit stimulating. It was arousing!
She tensed and relaxed her muscles a couple times to make sure that she felt good about this. She could feel the contours of the man's prick perfectly. The broad arrowhead. of his purple glans spread her apart the most, but she felt every single blood vessel on the shaft of his virile, pulsating cock. The aroused blood hammered hard into his prick now and made it even stiffer than ever. She could hardly believe it was happening, but she could feel the cock straightening out inside her bowels.
"Th-that's super!" she managed to say. "I love it now. The hurt's all gone. And the heat! Your cock is so niiiice r'
"Glad you think so," he said.. "I'm having a hell of a time keeping from creaming all over your insides and giving you the sexiest enema you ever got. Shit, this is hard for me! I never fucked up an ass this good before!"
She wiggled her ass against his hairy upper thighs to give him the message that she was ready for some motion in her hindquarters. His hands rested lightly on the smooth curves of her buttocks, but when he started moving in a slow circular motion, his cock remaining inside her clinging ass, he moved his fingers down into the humid canyon of her meaty asscheeks.
She groaned louder when he started kneading the firm flesh and working it into new and different shapes. The instant he released it, though, it would snap back into its original seductive shape: They both got off on this in a big way.
The blonde's insides were churning in absolute lust now. She blinked hard and found it almost impossible for her to focus her eyes. The feeling of the cock resting inside her ass, moving like a spoon in a mixing bowl, dominated her existence. She wanted more from this but she was too weak to get it.
Clinging to the railing, her legs turning rubbery, she managed to gasp out, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass gooooood!"
He moved away from her a half step. This pulled his cock from her flaming tight asshole. A sucking noise aroused both of them. This was yet another indication of how tight the woman's asshole was around the man's cock. He withdrew until only the knob on the end of his fucking tool remained inside the ring of her anus. With a smooth motion, he drove back into her body, feeling her ass-cheeks press tightly into his upper legs.
For a moment, he stayed in that position, half-leaning over her back and quivering from head to toe. Then he rotated his hips and stirred his cock inside her until he had to fight to keep from coming. The man retreated again to repeat the motion. The butt fucking was slow and deliberate. Any faster would have torn her tender asshole and robbed him of the thrill of a long fucking. Nothing made the man happier than taking a chick up the ass. The feeling of her buttocks pressing back into the circle of his groin turned him on. It was a primitive, bestial feeling, too. This was like the way an animal in heat would get fucked. He could take her like the bitch she was.
"I can't stand it, Ron darling. I need it faster. Don't worry about hurting me. I need the friction burning me up inside. I'm all fluttery now. I need the strength of your cock fucking my ass!"
"Got to take it easy," he told her. "At least for a few minutes. Let me see if this doesn't get you off in a hurry."
His fingers parted her pussy lips and worked their way down the vee until he found her erect clit.' The tiny pea-sized organ was already drenched in love juices. He needed only to loop his finger around the base and slip his finger up to the pointy tip. She shuddered and her asshole crushed down on him. For a ghastly instant, he wondered if he had fucked into a hangman's noose. As she relaxed a little, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But he kept fingering her clit. The tiny organ rolled around like a slippery marble. She couldn't speak now. The passions mounted inside her with alarming force. The string pulled taut in her belly threatened to snap at any instant and send her spinning out wildly into space. Each feathery touch across her clit was like an icicle jabbing deep into her pussy.
"Now, Ron, now! Fuck me fast? Give me all your sweet cock!"
He began stirring sluggishly in the tight channel of her rectum. He maintained the manual assault on her clit, and this was what really set her off. She came hard.
She rammed her ass back into his body. This caused his slowly retreating cock to be sucked up inside her hot shit chute again. The clutching heat of her rear passage threatened to burn him down to a charred nubbin, but the man kept his hips moving, fucking, giving her a little bit more pleasure than she could have gotten strictly from his fingering of her clitoris.
The tiny-go-button buried between her legs throbbed with lust. He pressed it down and tormented it with every trick he could think of. She came again. Her tits rose and fell heavily now. He wished he could look around and see them bobbing. He knew the nipples would be red and hard and turgid with the flood of aroused blood into them from her pounding heart.
He flicked his finger repeatedly over her clit until she was hopping around from foot to foot. All the while she was caught in the ice-and-iron grip of orgasm, he fucked her slowly up the butt. The heat made it increasingly hard for him to move. His cock felt like a fuse sitting next to an open fire.
The heat from her climaxing body flowed down the length of his cock and seeped into his balls. This added extra desire to his already tumbling balls. He had to fight hard to keep the superheated jism from erupting out the end of his cock. He wanted this fucking to last and last and last. Getting off fast like a kid wasn't going to pleasure either of them.
His finger slipped off her pleasure center and stroked back along the cunt lips. When he found her pussy hole, his finger dived down into it. This, coupled with the impact of his cock all the way up her tight, rear passage, made her lose control. She had to come again. And again and still once more. She felt like a human machine gun going off.
"I can't stand this," she moaned loudly. "I'm on fire inside. It's like millions of ants gnawing at my flesh. And your cock! It's burning me up!"
She opened her eyes and got the sudden sensation of flying. She could see the entire city stretched in front of her. The way her body was responding, she wondered if those burning lights might not be coming from her bowels. The hot, long rod of his fuck stick continued to move in and out of her with easy strength. And the finger driving into her cunt made her come again.
"You're a passionate bitch, aren't you?" he gasped-out. "And that ass of yours feels like a guillotine to me. I just hope to God you don't chop my cock off inside your ass!"
She tried to do just that. She wanted to keep the cock in her, where it was warm and twitching. The way it spread her rectal flesh thrilled her more than simple words could tell. If it never left her body again that would be fine with her. But she felt it pulling out. The suction formed by that retreating cock made her think he might pull her guts out along with, it.
She was sobbing openly, the tears racing down her cheeks. She told him, "Fuck faster. I need it so baaaaaad! Oh, ooooooh!"
She started ramming her ass back to meet his inward thrust. The impact of their bodies jarred her teeth shut. She closed her eyes again and drowned in the sweet ocean of her arousal. The passion she felt inside covered her totally and she floated away on it.
He fucked harder and faster. She felt his finger slip from her greasy pussy and move back to her swollen clit. When he diddled that magic organ, she felt the sexual tensions mounting again in her belly almost faster than she could stand. She concentrated on getting off and found it very easy to do.
"Yaaaaaah!" she cried as her entire body shook until she thought she would come apart. The way her muscles locked, then erupted in a wild shaking frenzy, told her this orgasm was harder, more intense, more delightful than any of those before. The fucking cock all the way up her asshole helped, but it was the finger working over her clitoris that really did it for her.
"I . . . I don't think I can keep, going much longer." Ron's prick bucked and danced around in the tight confines of her behind. "And me, the king of the ass fuckers. God, what you do to meeeeeee!"
She felt the hot surge of his come all the way up into her bowls. The weak and watery sensation of an enema hit her and made her fall weakly over the railing. Only Ron's strong hands clutching grimly at her trim waist prevented the woman from tumbling all the way to the ground. His prick hammered away at her rump until she felt the ring of her anus burning with renewed desire.
She came again before his pumping cock melted and dribbled from her ass.
Together they came and together they collapsed weakly to the floor of the balcony. They simply lay there, locked in each other's arms for a long time. Janet studied the depths of Ron's eyes and wondered what was going through his mind_ She couldn't begin but guess. She knew what she felt and through this, she imagined he was reliving the fucking, at least a little.
She was. She remembered the hot and hard length of man-meat that had drilled into her ass and filled her with desire. She didn't much like butt fucking, but Ron was right. He was good at it, damned good. He knew all the moves. Janet couldn't imagine why this should turn him on more than regular fucking, but each to his own.
"It was good, Ron," she said. "I loved it."
"So did I."
"Want to do it again?"
He smiled, looked at his limp prick and said, "Soon. Real soon now."
"Let me help it along." She snaked down the side of his body and took his prick into her mouth. The taste repelled her for a moment and then she began to get off on it. She licked and sucked and ate his cock with wild abandon. When he had regained his erection, he fucked her from behind like a bitch in heat. This time he took her all the way up the ass.
Janet only wished they could have done it all night long. But Ron was only human,. and flesh and blood had limitations. She discovered his. Yet something inside her remained unsatisfied. She really wanted her pussy fucked, and a feeling of vague disappointment filled her being until she finally drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet rolled over in the bed and felt her arm hit Ron. She opened her eyes and looked 'it the man's sleeping form. He stirred slightly but he didn't awaken. She smiled and lightly touched his head, stroking his hair back. He mumbled something and rolled over in bed. She knew it would be hours before he was awake and ready to do anything with her. That was the way a bar owner had to live. Up till late at night and then sleeping until noon.
She sighed and rolled out of bed. The cold floor shocked her into awareness of the surroundings and she knew she was famished. They had avidly fucked the night before and this had burned up the calories. She wanted a huge breakfast to replenish her missing energy. Only in this way could she be ready for Ron's prick again. She was still disturbed by the amount of energy he put into ass fucking as opposed to pussy fucking.
She dressed in silence, not wishing to disturb him more than she had to, and then quietly left the room. Janet went down to the lobby and into the small coffee shop. At this hour of the morning few people were about. She recognized several of the people as being in her high school class, but she didn't know them by name and didn't feel like socializing with strangers this early. Later in the day there would be a picnic outside of town. Then she could mill around and meet these people.
Janet placed her order, sipped at the bitter coffee and slowly came to the conclusion she was fully awake now. She put the cup down and began to attack a roll when she heard a voice she almost recognized say, "The jelly is terrible. Try the marmalade instead, Janet."
She looked up and saw a man standing beside her table, a smile on his face. Janet didn't recognize him but he obviously remembered her. He had to be one of her classmates. She cursed the fact that the class had been so large. It was impossible to even meet everyone, much less know them well.
"I don't think I . . . of course!" she exclaimed. "You're Jack Morris! You were the --"
"The class president, among other things," he said. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, be my guest." She pushed out the chair beside her so that he would be a little closer. She remembered Jack Morris now. Janet, like so many others in the class, had eaten their hearts out over him. He was handsome and reputedly a real stud. Like so many others, she had never even had the nerve to go up to him and say hello. Now it was different.
"You obviously don't remember me the way I remember you," he said to her.
"Huh? How's that?" She was taken by surprise. He might have used the words she was thinking. Could he read minds?
"I never had the nerve to approach you in high school and ask for a date. God, what an idiot I was! To have missed out on your beauty and obvious intelligence!"
"You mean you? Ha! I was the one who was too chicken to ever even talk to you!"
"That was to be expected. Women's Lib is changing things. Then, it was the guy who had to approach the chick and ask for a date. God, I wish you had asked me. I remember sitting in history and mooning over you, wondering what it would be like going out with you."
His eyes drank in her beauty. Janet fidgeted a little, worrying that she hadn't combed her hair and that her clothing was wrinkled. She was an immaculate dresser; she hadn't seen fit to go back to her room and change. She'd been too hungry. Now she damned that laziness on her part. Pleasing Jack took on a big part of her life.
"You're still gorgeous," he said, meaning it. She looked into his dark eyes and melted inside. It could have been much different if she'd known then what she knew now. To have passed him up.
"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself. How'd things turn out with you?"
Jack laughed an easy, good-natured laugh. "Not so bad. I'm an assistant in the city government now. And I'm married. Do you remember Diane?"
"Diane? You mean the homecoming queen and the most popular girl and the one on the student council and . . . " Janet remembered. Somehow it figured that Jack and Diane would end up together. The two most gorgeous people in the class deserved each other.
"That's the one."
"I envy her," Janet said, her hand patting Jack's leg. His hand captured hers and moved it up to his crotch. She squeezed down slightly and felt the thick bulge of his cock. It had tented his pants and begged to be let out.
Surprise hit her. Why should Jack come after her if he had a piece of ass as pretty as Diane waiting for him?
"She doesn't mind," Jack said. "Really. We have an open marriage. And, for us at least, it works pretty well. I don't try to hide the fact that I go for other women. And Diane doesn't try to lie and admits she is turned on by other men. Why don't we go up to my room, Janet? We have a lot of lost time to make up for."
"You don't waste time, do you? Is Diane up there now?"
"Nope. She spent the night with some stud she picked up in the bar. I don't think he was one of our class, but that doesn't matter. She won't be around for some time yet. She likes to sleep late when out on a date like that."
Janet smiled. She squeezed down a little harder on Jack's raging hard-on and finally decided. "Okay. You've got a date yourself. But let me finish breakfast. I am simply famished. You wouldn't want me collapsing from lack of hunger."
"Not that," he admitted.
They went to his room and the door had barely closed before he was all over her, his mouth seeking hers, his hands roving her slim, supple body. She tried to push him back to get her breath but he was insistent. His lips crushed firmly into hers. She felt her resistance fading and allowed her lips to open slightly. This was all the opening he needed to shove his tongue hungrily into her mouth.
Their saliva mixed and turned into a heady wine. She teased his tongue into her mouth and then sucked on the very tip. He groaned and pushed her tits upward with his cupped hands. The desire building inside her body wasn't to be denied.
"Ummm, wait, Jack, wait!" she begged. "Let's get naked and then we can do this right!"
"Let me undress you," he said.
"Sure, if it turns you on."
"Everything about you turns me on!"
His fingers fumbled once and then developed a sureness that told the woman he was familiar with feminine attire. He managed to slip her out of her blouse in a way that turned her on, too. It was seductively slow and he kissed her slowly-appearing bare flesh. When he nuzzled between .her ample, luscious tits, she felt her legs go weak and rubbery. She had to lie down.
"The bed," she said in a husky whisper. "Let's make it to the bed and get it on in a big way!"
"Anything you want, darling." His tongue never left her tits. He guided her over to the bed, pressing his tongue into the nipple of her left tit. She felt the pebbly nubbin pressed all the way down into the marshmallow soft titflesh beneath. Her heart throbbed wildly, and she knew her pussy was beginning to turn liquid.
She wanted him. She wanted him now.
Her fingers almost ripped his shirt off. Several buttons went skittering across the floor as she pulled the shirt off to expose his broad, hairy chest. The hirsute mat tickled against her nipples as he worked his tongue down the hollow of her neck and finally engulfed one of her tits.
He stuffed the entire boob into his mouth. She never knew exactly how he did that, but it turned her on in a big way. His teeth cut into the sides of her snowy white slope and left red marks, but this only caused the blood to flow even faster into her pulsating tit. Her heart filled it with rivers of excited blood, and she thought her jug might explode from too much inflation.
His tongue licked and batted at her nipple. When he tired of her left tit, he moved down the slopes of her knocker and up the slopes of the other one. His mouth fastened firmly over her other nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, his soft lips caressing it. The pillar of aroused flesh received his hard dental imprint. The pleasure that surged into her chest almost brought her off.
"Ummmm, oh, ohhh! Jack! I can barely stand it! My pussy is on fire from this! Lick it! Lick my cunt!"
He didn't speak and for that she was grateful. He used his mouth for more stimulating. things. His rough, wet tongue went across her slightly domed belly, dipping briefly into her navel, then progressed down-ward until he came to her pussy mound. His tongue picked up tiny spires of pussy fur before he pressed into her cunt lips.
She came.
The entire universe blasted apart around her. She soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy and all from the light touch of his tongue against her clitoris.
He sucked the swollen, pea-sized organ into his mouth and tongued it repeatedly. She came again, feeling the sexual needs in her body mount. This was sheer heaven for the woman, but she wanted more than his tongue working over her clit.
She had to have cock fucking her cunt, hard and deep, fast and with all the virile need looked in his loins.
"No more, Jack, no more, please! I . . . I want you fucking me. Get that sweet cock of yours into my poor little canny!"
"Y you want me to fuck you?" he said, his voice trembling. She was startled. He seemed to be afraid.
"Of course! Isn't that what you brought me up here for? Christ, Jack, I've hungered for this moment for ten years. Don't rob me of my pleasure. Get moving, man, and fuck the living daylights out of me!"
She saw him rise up, the weirdest expression on his face. He stayed up on his knees. She was disgusted with him and reached down to grab his erection and pull it toward the proper spot. She was surprised to see his prick slowly deflating. Janet started to say something about premature ejaculation and then stopped.
He hadn't come. He had simply lost his hard-on.
"Jack?" she asked, wondering what to say. "Is anything wrong? Did you want me too much? I'm sorry if I pressured you. I wanted this to be fun, not a high-powered fucking."
"It . . . it's okay, Janet. It's not you. It's me. I . . . I can't make it with women. Every time I get ready to get it on, I lose it. I've had this problem ever since high school."
"But with Diane . . . "
"Even with her. But she understands. That's why I don't mind if she goes out and finds some stud who can give her what she needs. We love each other but I'm impotent."
"Shit," Janet mumbled. This was the last thing in the world she'd thought would happen. She almost laughed at her own foolishness. All through high school she'd thought Jack must be about the best cocksman in the world. If she'd only known she wasn't missing a thing!
"She must be very understanding," she said, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now.
"I try to be," came a soft voice from the doorway. Janet jerked around and saw a much older and much lovelier Diane standing in the door. She silently closed the door and came to sit on the edge of the bed. "I do love Jack, but he can't get his rocks off fucking like other men do. So I help him the best I can. Would you. like to help him?"
"Well, sure, if I can," said Janet, conscious of her own nudity. She started to pull the sheets up around her neck but Diane's firm hand prevented the move.
"You have lovely tits," Diane said. "Much firmer and nicer than mine."
"I wouldn't say that. They . . . " Janet stopped in mid-sentence as Diane opened her blouse and let her ample tits spill out, bouncing slightly.
"See? Yours are much nicer. I'll bet your pussy is prettier, too." Diane ripped back the covers and exposed Janet's still oozing blonde snatch. Her fingers drove between the woman's tightly clenched thighs, and she stroked over the pinkly scalloped inner labia until her fingers were drenched with fuck juices.
Janet looked from Diane, who was obviously excited, to her husband. Jack stood beside the bed, his eyes firmly fixed on Janet's pussy. His hand worked frantically on his cock. She couldn't help but notice it was now at half-mast. He was slowly regaining his hard-on. Watching his wife feel her up was getting him hot to trot again.
Things fell into place for Janet then. Jack couldn't make it with women -but his wife could and did.
She felt the eager, trembling fingers pressing insistently between her pussy lips. Janet was undecided if she should get the hell out of this room or go along with Diane and Jack. When the knowing finger of the woman snaked into her cunt and began stroking the walls of her pussy, Janet knew which it would be.
She'd stay.
"Ummmm, that feels so good," she said, her hand cupping Diane's to make sure the woman didn't leave her alone and unsatisfied.
"I'm glad you do. Maybe you'd like to compare pussies." The woman stood and stepped out of her dress. Jack eagerly helped his wife get naked. He seemed to get a real thrill out of running his hands over her smooth-skinned flanks, cradling her firm buttocks with his hands, playing with her frilly panties and running his fingers over the silky smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
Janet said nothing. She'd heard of guys with lots weirder hang-ups. Few of them had a loving wife like Diane to help them cope with their problems. And, for Jack, maybe this wasn't that big a problem. He just didn't get his rocks off in the usual way, but who was she to say what was right and what was wrong?
He wasn't hurting anyone with his different sexual ideals so what was the big difference?
She sighed again as she felt the knowing fingers part her pussy lips and press all the right spots. She let her legs drift a little wider, hoping Diane would get the hint. She did.
The woman drove her finger in and out of the cunt with increasing speed. When she added a second finger, she forced Janet to moan and cry out, "Use your tongue!' I need you tongue fucking my pussy!"
"Only if you'll do the same for me," Diane shot back. Janet was too weak with lust to argue.
"Anything, bits do it to meeeeee!"
She saw Jack standing beside the bed watching as Diane straddled Janet's face and hunkered down. The pussy came within inches of Janet's mouth. She licked out with her tongue and ran her oral digit the entire length of the flowing gash. Diane's hips began to move slightly, obviously in arousal. When she got a full face of pussy, she knew she was doing this right.
Janet avoided woman-to-woman contacts like this and had little idea what to do. She knew what turned herself on and had to play this little sex game by ear. She sought out the woman's clit. She found it at the front of the vee of her labia. Using only the tip of her tongue, she teased and toyed with the erect little nubbin until it pulsed hotly under her ministrations.
"Ummm, yes, Janet, yes! I love that!" the woman called out. She applied her own mouth to eating pussy instead of talking. For that, Janet was more than happy -she was ecstatic!
She had found some men who were expert at eating her out. But this woman's tongue probed and surged, pushed and fucked in ways no man's tongue ever had. She guessed it was because she was a woman working on another woman's pussy. Diane knew all the right places to stimulate and lick and kiss.
Nothing but lewd slurping filled the air. Janet was lost in a wonderland of sexual desires. She hadn't believed it was possible for her to get this turned on by another woman. She managed to crane her neck around to get a glimpse at Jack. The man still stood beside the bed, his meaty prong still in his hand. He beat off slowly, with great force. Janet wondered how much of the lesbian lovemaking it would take before he jetted out his come.
Not much was her guess from the size and hardness of his dick.
Her jaws began to ache. She hadn't thought it was this hard eating out a cunt. Every man who had ever done it to her had gone on for what seemed hours. She wondered how they did it. Less than ten minutes and her tongue felt as if it would come loose at the roots if she drove it hard into the clutching pussy again. And her lips were getting bruised being shoved so hard against the blue-tinged, rigid flaps of Diane's lovely mint.
She allowed her head to drop to the bed and called out, "Let's rest a minute. This is nice but I need a chance to get caught up on my breathing!"
Diane didn't answer but she moved. Janet sucked in huge lungfuls of air and felt the nice motion of her tits rising and falling. The other woman's boobs were hardly any less firm or large. She didn't know what Diane had been talking about when she admired hers more than her own.
"What are you doing?" she asked the other woman. Janet was a little confused about the way Diane snaked down her body and was now scissoring her legs through Janet's slightly spread ones.
Their twats pressed tightly together in this position. Janet knew then what the other woman wanted to do. Auburn bush pressed passionately into her blonde one. A slight rocking motion was all that was needed to get them both off, one set of cunt lips kissing obscenely against the other.
"Wow, this is super," she exclaimed, surprising herself by actually meaning it. She had always thought that lesbian lovemaking was perverted and not at all for her. She was slowly finding out she could get as turned on by another woman as she did by a man with his big bludgeon of prick.
"It gets better," Diane told her. "Get hold of my ankle. Here, like I'm holding yours." She pulled Janet's foot firmly in between her breasts. The sexy berth made Janet tremble a little bit more than she was. She felt her cunt puddling up with renewed passion. The lubricants oozing from her insides made their crotches icy slick.
She rocked back and forth a few times to get the feel of the other woman's pussy firmly embedded against her own. Then she followed the other's lead and pulled a trim ankle in between her own breasts. The foot fit snugly, and she soon discovered she had a totally alive foot.
The toes clamped down on her nipples and began to squeeze. The feeling of a foot fondling her tits was brand new and turned her on even more. She sighed and leaned back to enjoy the sensations ripping into her chest from this odd diddling.
"And there's more you can do in this position," Diane assured her. Janet came when the other woman began sucking on her toes.
Janet had noticed a long time ago that her toes always curled up when she got off in a big way. She hadn't realized that it could work in reverse. Having Diane suck on her toes sent an earthquake of delight all the way up her trim legs and into her pussy. The rocking motion of their pussies against each other warmed her entire snatch, but the oddly arousing sucking on her toes triggered her come.
She blasted off into a sexual orbit that only a few ever achieve. This wasn't an easy come. She felt as if a giant fist had grabbed her entire body and was intent on shaking her to death. Her muscles rigidly locked and she went into the oddly timeless state of a woman climaxing. Time stretched like rubber bands. And she felt the swift contractions in her belly.
She trembled and shook and came down from her sexual high almost exhausted.
"It gets better," Diane repeated. This time Janet knew the woman had to be lying. How was it possible for a come to get any more intense than the one she'd just experienced?
She found out.
Diane's body began twisting and turning from side to side until their tilts dueled erotically. Pressing the tiny buds of erectile tissue together, the other woman knew just the right ways of moving to stimulate both of them. And she didn't stop sucking on Janet's toes, either. Her own toes worked miracles against Janet's tits and even sought out her nipples on occasion to give them a new and arousing tweak.
Janet felt as if she were just along for the ride. The way Diane worked her over was superb. In the back of her mind, Janet knew this was all for Jack's benefit. The look on the man's face was one of sheer, undiluted pleasure. His hand flew like a piston up and down the length of his turgid prick. He was humming a little tune to himself as he watched the two women enjoying themselves. Janet couldn't help but wonder how many times they had reenacted this scene. She knew she wasn't the first one to be sharing Diane's bed.
Did Jack get off watching his wife fuck other men? Or was it only when she made it with women that he was able to get his rocks off? At the moment she didn't really care. She was too interested in the pleasures building up in her own body.
It felt as if a cable had been stretched from one end of her body to the other. The lightest pressure on that cable set her entire body to shivering and vibrating. Diane knew all the moves and used them. Janet guessed the other woman was getting a good share of enjoyment from this, too, considering the avid way she licked toes and played with tits.
On impulse, Janet bent her head down and sucked Diane's toes into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of the toes, and this was all it took to get the other woman to come.
The sensation almost threw her onto the floor. Janet had to hang on for dear life. They thrashed around grinding their needy cunts together until Janet had to come, too. The sensations rippling up her pussy and across her belly felt like melted butter puddling. The warmth built until it was a blazing fire. And then the fire raged out of control to consume her entire body.
The two were locked together, rolling over and over on the bed. Janet managed to get "a quick look at Jack again. The man had his eyes closed and was beating himself off even faster. A steady fountain of white-hot come blasted from the end of his cock and spattered onto the floor. She sighed at the thought of all that precious man seed wasted, but if the man got his kicks this way, more power to him.
Janet had to admit the lezzie fucking had lighted her own fires. The feel of another woman's pussy being moved back and forth across her own gash stimulated her, but it didn't really satisfy her. She had to feel a cock thrust deeply into her before she got off in a way that could totally satisfy her.
When Diane parted her legs and allowed Janet the opportunity to stop the woman-to-woman fuck fest, she gladly took advantage of it. She loved the way she felt after they had done it, but the hunger inside was coming after her.
"Thanks, Janet, for being so understanding," said Jack, holding his limp prick in his hands. "I just wish . . . "
Janet knew what he wished. He wished he could screw like a normal man. But she didn't put him down for it. How could she? She'd gotten a thrill of a lifetime fucking with Jack's wife. If he hadn't been unable to fuck, she might never have discovered how great it could be with another woman!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet heaved is sigh of relief as the door closed behind her. She wasn't quite sure what she felt about the action that had been going on in the room. She had enjoyed it but the strangeness of it all could have been a part of that. Janet had never been one to let sex get boring. This was certainly different for her. Making love to another woman had always seemed a bit perverted to her.
For that matter, it still did. The sheer kinkiness of having Diane eat out her pussy while she licked and lapped at the other woman's cunt thrilled her. Having Jack stand and watch was an added bonus that she would never have thought of.
Jack and Diane had turned out a lot differently from the way she would have pegged them back in high school. She'd always thought of Jack as a real stud and Diane as the super straight who wouldn't go for anyone but the man she married.
Times change; so do people.
Janet glanced at her watch and was a little surprised to see only an hour had passed since she'd left Ron alone in the room. She doubted if he would even be up yet. The blonde sighed and figured she would go back to the room. Or perhaps she could change her clothes and get a quick shower. Freshening up took on a new concern for her. There was no telling whom she might run into.
Jack had been a surprise and so had Diane. Who knew the others she might find at this high school reunion!
She just thrust the key into the lock on her room's door when she heard an appreciative wolf whistle. She turned and saw Bill Matthews in the hallway, eyeing her from the top of her disarrayed hair all the way down her slender legs to her toes.
"If you like what you see, why not come on in and tell me about it?" she said. She recognized Bil immediately. He had been the one in the class who would have made it if anyone did. He was a genius. Period. She had always marveled at his brain and wondered how he had succeeded.
"Why not? I can't think of anything better to do, Janet."
"So you remember me, huh?"
"How could I forget you? You sat in front of me in math class. I know my cock must have banged itself into a bruised state of madness every time I thought of you. Ah, that lustrous blonde hair," he said, reaching out and stroking down the side of her head. She felt something stirring inside her.
This was unusual. She hadn't thought Bill looked at anything but his textbooks when he was in high school. It built up her ego thinking he had lusted after her then. If only they'd all known then what they did now!
It would have made life so much easier. They could have been more open, less afraid of getting turned down. From the manner most of these people acted, there would have been damned few people turned down over any request. All were horny and thinking the same thoughts -and all were too uptight over failure to make the first move. It was an education in adolescence for Janet, thinking of all her missed opportunities.
Like Bill. He wasn't unhandsome but she'd never thought of him as being sexually attractive. It might have been the aura of sheer intelligence hanging around him. He was smart. Everyone knew it." But what else was he?
She figured she might like to find out.
She ushered him into her room. She tossed her handbag onto the bed and said, "It's been a long night for me. You don't mind if I go wash my face, do you?"
"No, go ahead. I know it's been a long, hard night for you. You never made it back into the room."
She raised her eyebrows and looked around. "The maid might have made up the room already. They can be efficient, you know."
"She might have, but she didn't. Besides, I watched your door all night. You didn't come back."
Janet felt a little uneasy about what Bill had just said, but she tossed it off as being part of the paranoia of the 1970s. Everyone was uptight all the time over everything and everyone. Bill probably didn't mean he had been spying on her.
"What do you do for a living now, Bill?" she asked, going into the bathroom and shutting the door until only a tiny crack remained. She could hear his reply more easily this way. She began pulling open her blouse and washing carefully.
"Nothing. I tried college but it was so boring I dropped out. I just bozo'd around for a while. Got a few jobs but they didn't appeal to me. Pm working as a bus-boy now in an all night diner."
"Sure, sure, Bill," she said and laughed. "But what are you really doing?"
"I told you. Some of the stewardesses from the airport come in after their flights. That makes it nice for me. Otherwise the shift gets boring. I'm thinking of quitting. Some guy downtown said I could get a job parking cars. That might be more interesting. All those secretaries getting in and out of their cars and those short skirts they wear, wow!"
Janet dropped the washcloth and turned to see Bill's face in the crack she'd left between door and frame. She pulled her blouse shut and started to say something when he pushed the door open and said, "You're very pretty. You always were. And I know you're not like the others. Do you want to fuck?"
"Jesus, you're upfront about it, aren't you?" Janet had the impression something had gone wrong with Bill's head.
"I always was. But only a few ever appreciated it. You know, in high school I wanted to be an astrophysicist. I could hardly spell it but I wanted to sit up all night long and look at the stars. I got me a telescope and found more interesting things to look at."
"Yeah," he said and smiled. "I knew you were one of the people who would understand."
"Oh, boy, do I understand!" she said. "How about you leaving me now so I can change clothes?"
"That's okay. I enjoy watching women changing clothes."
"But I don't like men watching me while I do it. So please leave. The door's still open."
"No, it's not. I locked it."
Janet was speechless. She had the feeling that whatever was about to happen wouldn't be the kind of scene she would have chosen if she'd been able.
"You invited me in. So how about let's get started?" He was already peeling off his shirt. She watched as he dropped his shirt to the floor and kicked out of his shoes. He didn't have a bad body but he had a pasty look of someone who never gets outside.
"I'm inviting you to leave. Look, Bill, it's been good seeing you, but . . . ohhhh!"
He picked her up bodily and tossed her onto the bed. She rocked to and fro, the springs taking up the shock of her landing. Involuntarily, she felt her legs drifting slightly apart and exposing her naked cunt. The blonde pussy fur surrounding it would still be damp from her previous sucking and fucking session with Diane. She felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner across her bush and shivered.
"Now that's what I like," Bill said. "A chick who knows what she likes, too."
He almost dived onto her. She fought him off, but somehow, the more she struggled the worse her position became. Before she realized what was happening, he had her wrists tied firmly to the head of the bed. She tried kicking him and this only played into his hands. He snared one of her legs and bound it to the foot of the bed with a strip torn from one of the sheets. Janet was quickly immobilized.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, fighting to keep her voice as calm as possible. She was trying to remember all the things she'd ever read about rape. One of them was not to fight off the attacker. The struggles spurred them on and made things even worse. She didn't know if it would work, but she was already tied up. It couldn't hurt her situation any.
"You know I always had a thing for you, Bill. You were one of the handsomest guys in any of my classes." She licked her lips and went on. "I'm just sorry we didn't get together sooner. You know, it could have been different. It still can be. So why don't you release me? You don't have to have my hands tied up."
"Sure I do. And I've read all the psych books about rape. Believe me, Janet, this isn't rape. Not really. I studied your personality a lot. You want to be dominated by a man. You are going to enjoy it when we get down to the hard and fast fucking. I think you're enjoying just being tied up now, aren't you?"
She stopped the words before they fluttered off the end of her tongue. She had been ready to deny it. If she wanted to play along with him and see if he would give up on this mad idea of raping her, she would have to watch what she said. But his words disturbed her. She didn't mind this as much as she'd thought she would.
She was helpless, yes, but the act of fighting hard against his actions had turned her on. The sweating and straining to keep him from fastening her wrists over her head had been fun in a perverse sort of way. And there was no denying that she had more than her share of perversity that day with Diane and Jack.
What was a little more to Janet? Besides, Bill was right. She was feeling especially sexy being tied up like she was. The woman couldn't explain it, but that was what had happened. She flexed her muscles and discovered she could barely move. Bill had done a good job when he tied her down.
She shivered a little when she realized that, no matter what happened, she couldn't prevent it. She was his captive, to do with as he saw fit.
Janet looked up and saw him shedding his pants. When he skinned out of his jockey shorts she saw his cock, hard and long and already throbbing with desire. Desire for her -because she was tied up on the bed.
"Let's get the rest of that useless clothing out of the way," he told her. She flinched as his fingers touched her body. She was still more than a little confused as to how to respond to this. She could scream and try to attract attention, but if she did he could easily gag her. One small shriek wouldn't attract enough attention to do her any good. And what if the cries did bring people bursting into the room? What then?
Janet didn't know if she wanted to press rape charges against Bill or not. That kind of legal action got messy. Attempted rape was even worse. And he could destroy her reputation in court. All he had to do was claim she had been demanding that he tie her up and that she had gotten cold feet at the last second. Who was telling the truth and who wasn't wouldn't matter to her bosses. They were conservative and any such publicity would result in her being fired.
Janet felt like a small, helpless animal trapped in the metal jaws of a trap. No matter what she did, she got fucked. The best she could do was lie back and try to enjoy it. And, strangely, she was beginning to feel stirrings of something more than just fear.
"Yeah, baby, this is the way I lie it. And I see you do, too." Bill dragged his calloused, rough hands over her inner thighs and moved upwards till his fingers poked against her pussy lips. His fingers parted her cunt lips and he didn't even try to be gentle about it.
"Ummmm, oh, please! Don't do this?'
"Why not? You're at my mercy. I'm the man and I can do anything to you that I want. Admit it, you want my cock!"
"Please, Bill, don't rape me!"
"Ask for my cock, dammit!"
She held her tongue. There .wasn't any way she was going to beg him to rape her. She strained and pulled hard at her bonds. They stretched a little bit without giving her any hope that she could break free. She was completely at his mercy -and he had no mercy. The bobbing prick told her he was intent on one thing and one thing only: rape.
"Beg for my cock!" he repeated. His hands gripped her upper thighs and he pushed down hard. She thought he was going to tear her into two pieces. The pressure on her snatch was unbelievable. She was a little stiff and sore already from all the fucking she had done this weekend, but the pressure he exerted sent lances of agony into her cunt.
What horrified the bound woman was that her pussy began going wild with this crude attention. It drooled and slobbered out its fuck froths, and she realized the sight of her pussy spitting out all those juices was turning Bill on even more.
"You do want my cock, don't you, you slut!"
She fought to get away from his hands and found herself pressed down into the softness of the bed by his weight. He had dropped fully on top of her. She sobbed softly now, realizing how inflated her tits were becoming. Fear and arousal seemed to produce the same symptoms in her body. The more her heart beat out its threatened tune, the more blood was pumped into her tits and extended them. Her nipples were round, hard little nubbins pulsating with lust.
Or fear. Or Lust. Fear? She couldn't tell and that made her even more uptight over this.
"Beg me for my cock, dammit, you cock-sucking whore!"
The words stung her. She didn't know what to do or say. His hands parted her pussy lips, and she felt his heavy bludgeon of dick at the gates guarding her inner fastness. With one swift lunge, he buried himself balls-deep into her cunt The shock waves from the sudden fucking passed through her body like a tidal wave inundating a beach. She almost passed out from the brutal fucking. She sobbed openly now, the tears running down her cheeks. The sight of the salty streams turned Bill on even more.
"You love my cock, don't you? You love the feel of it buried inside your belly, getting ready to fuck the shit out of you!"
"Yes, oh, yes!" she moaned, trying to remember what she'd been thinking earlier. Agree with him. Play along and do what he wanted. This would get rid of him as soon as possible.
"I've read those books, too," he said, reading her mind. "And I love the feel of a woman surrounding my prick. Your cunt's nice and hot, too. I want more. And you will, too. believe me, you will end up begging for more of my prick before we're finished!"
She felt his cock throbbing with virile life inside her fuck tunnel. Janet wanted to call him a liar, to say that she hated the feelings in her body. She would have been the liar if she'd said those things. She did love the feel of a man's cock. And being tied up added something special she couldn't easily put into words.
She wasn't responsible for anything done to her. She could simply lie back and enjoy the pleasurable feelings racing into her belly from her well-fucked cunt. There couldn't be anything wrong in this. She wasn't responsible; he was.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Go on and do it!"
"I knew you'd come around. I've read all the psychology books. They didn't say this would happen, but it was a logical inference from the various theories expounded."
"Oh, shut up and fuck me!" she pleaded. She didn't want to hear any learned theories about female psychology. She just wanted him to fuck her till she couldn't take it anymore. He had worked some sort of psychological magic on her and turned her on. Now he could finish the job and let her get her rocks off.
He began slipping his prick in and out of her pussy. The turgid lips tried to cling and hold his prick inside. They failed. They fluttered in a wet, teasing embrace that made him fuck her just a little faster. She could hardly witlistand the feelings boiling up in her belly. This was totally out of her experience, and she was still confused as to what her true feeling actually were. She was frightened for her life. Bill had the power of life and death over her. Yet she couldn't really think he would harm her. But he was raping her. But was it rape? She felt her pussy churning with renewed desire at the idea of being tied down to the bed and having a man totally dominate her.
Had her position in the brokerage firm made her so cynical about men that she needed to be reassured that a man could dominate her? She doubted it. She enjoyed the company of men who knew that they were men, who were positive and firm and masculine. This arousal at being tied down and tucked had to be another segment of her personality coming out. She didn't know if she would ever get off on it in the long run, but there was no way she could deny she was responding -hard -to what Bill was doing to her.
Her hands were going numb from the lack of circulation, but she hardly noticed. So many more interesting things were happening between her thighs. She tried to spread her legs even more to give the man a chance to really, fuck her, but the straps holding her ankles prevented it.
"Ummmm, what are you doing to me?" she groaned. The thought that this could happen made her angry. The thought she was enjoying it so much made her mad. And even hornier.
"You tell me what I'm doing," he commanded. "Tell me!"
"Y-you're stuffing your prick all the way up into my poor little cunny! Oh, oh God, it's so big and swollen inside me. You're tearing me apart with that" cock of yours!"
"And wait till I really get fucking," he said with a laugh.
She closed her eyes and tried to sort out all the things rampaging through her tender body. She felt her tits expanding even more as her heart raced. The boobs filled with \blood and caused her nipples to spring entirely erect. The tiny buttons throbbed and the lightest touch against them sent thrills of delight into her chest. It didn't take much movement of the man's chest across her turgid nipples to make the woman think she was sucking in liquid fire into her lungs.
And her throat seemed to be covered with sandpaper. Each breath was rough and raw. She experienced the most sensation, of course, in her pussy. His cock stretched her tight cunt walls and made her feel as if he would rip her apart all the way to the chin.
She loved it.
She wanted more.
The man fucking her gave it to her. He had been fucking with long, powerful strokes designed to run his prick into her womb. Now he changed the tempo and depth of penetration. He fucked her with short, rapid strokes. The friction mounted between her pussy walls and his pecker. She was soon gasping for breath as if she had been drowned.
"I . . . oh, sweet Jesus, aaaaaaieeeeee!" Her entire body stiffened, and the familiar rictus of orgasm fully gripped her. Then she began shaking and feeling as if she would come apart at the seams. The bindings on her wrists and ankles, held her firmly in place. The physical exertion of straining against the bounds added fuel to her carnal fires. She experienced one of the best climaxes she had ever gotten.
And he didn't let her languish after she slowly drifted down from her sexual high, either. He kept up the short, rapid strokes.
"I'm burning up inside," she cried. "It's setting me on fire inside and I can't stand itttttttt!"
She came again. While her body was wracked by the ultimate in human pleasure, he continued fucking her. His prick seemed to be made out of hot steel. It was more the cock belonging to a robot than to a human. He seemed tireless and almost mechanical in his motions.
"Please," she sobbed. "This is too much r'
"It gets better," he assured her, the sweat from his face dripping sensuously between her tits. The tiny river of brine tickled and made her all too aware of her own body's responses to this rape-fucking.
Still, she couldn't deny she was enjoying the hell out of it. Bill had always been something of a genius. He had picked just the right things to do to her to make her edgy and uptight -and aroused as all hell. She knew there was a strong element of fear that went into her sexual responses. He played on those and released them along with her physical energies. She built up more sexual tension and that was fed by her renewed fears.
When the huge prick released them again, she came as hard as she had ever climaxed before.
She rode the waves of the orgasm and begged him for more. He seemed more than willing to give her what she wanted so desperately.
"Here it comes," he told her. "The freight train of fucking!"
He drove his iron-hard cock all the way up into her belly. She felt the thick knob of his glans press into her cervix. She sobbed and almost passed out when she came again. His cock spread her inner tissue as no man's prick ever had before. She felt filled to over-flowing. Her cunt lips tried to grip firmly down on the slippery dick and failed. The blonde tried a different tactic. She didn't want his cock leaving her alone and empty inside so she tensed the muscles the entire length of her fuck tunnel.
For a moment, she thought she had stopped his withdrawal. Then her own body betrayed her. The slick fuck fluids manufactured by her pussy lubricated his cock so well he was able to slip free of her clutches.
But the man panted out loud, "I never felt a cunt grip down on me like that. It was fantastic. You deserve this 'fucking, lady, you really deserve all I can give you!"
His hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. She felt the friction between his pecker and her cunt walls mounting. Every second he fucked her, the heat built up ten times, a hundred times, its previous level. She was a forest fire inside. She melted -and then she exploded.
Her cunt smashed down on his deeply hidden fuck stick. She felt every single contour of his fine prick as she convulsed with a final orgasm. The big blue vein on his cock hammered out a steady beat of carnal desire. The way his balls slapped wetly into her ass told her of the trapped and boiling hot jism inside. And his cock expanded and spread her apart even more.
His white tide of sperm and semen erupted to cover the insides of her pussy. She struggled against the bonds all the while he was pumping fiercely into her eagerly sucking twat. And then it was all over. Too soon: Not enough.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. Her hands tried to get free and stop the man from slipping from between her legs. Her pussy felt hot and deserted, sticky with come and still drooling with lust. She had to have more of that powerful cock fucking her.
"Sorry, kiddo," he said, laughing at her. "That's it for the day. You're an even better lay than I thought you would be. There's some complexity to your head that I hadn't counted on. I had you figured for one of those dumb cunts who'd spread for anyone and who would be terrified of getting tied down and raped. I was wrong. And I apologize."
"Don't leave me like this!" she cried, wondering what she really meant. Did she want him to fuck her again? Or didn't she want to be left alone in the room, all tied up? She didn't have any answers.
"Don't worry about it," he said, climbing into his clothes. He reached out and unfastened one of her hands. "That'll be enough for you to get loose. Later. After I've left."
He went to the door, turned and looked at her, blew her a kiss and left.
Janet managed to get free in about five minutes. Her hands were still numb and she was too confused to work properly on the knots. But after she was free, she didn't know what to do. Should she report a rape? Even if she had enjoyed the hell out of it?
She thought of her job and she thought of Bill, a wasted life as a bus-boy getting his kicks in odd ways, and then decided she pitied him. He was already serving his time and he didn't even know it. She went into the shower and simply stood under the hot needles of water for a half-hour.
CHAPTER NINE
Janet pulled then towel around her shoulders and managed to get most of the water off her. Then she briskly rubbed her tits and found that she was still turned on by what Bill had done to her. He was a strange person, but then he always had been. But what did it make her--to have responded to his weirdness?
She shrugged it off as she drew the towel lovingly between her legs and across her pussy lips. The feeling building up in her body was one of total horniness. She had been able to get off on the rape-fucking he had meted out to her, but she still felt some of the residual lust in her body. The stroking across her snatch with the fluffy, soft towel turned her on again.
For a moment, she debated whether or not she should continue to masturbate like this. The feelings mounting inside her urged her to complete the job she'd started. And then she thought of Ron up in his room, probably awake by now -and probably with a hard-on just waiting for her.
She knew a man's cock was infinitely better than anything she could do for herself with a towel. She hastily dressed and almost ran to the elevator. Glancing at her watch, Janet knew they wouldn't have all that much time. The picnic outside of , town was scheduled and she wanted to be sure she attended. Not only the other class members would be there, but her old teachers as well.
Janet's view of teachers had changed drastically. She now knew that most of them had been only a few years older than the students they'd taught. She had thought they were old hags and ready for Social Security when they. had been in their mid-twenties. That meant most of them might still be around and only in their mid-thirties. Not that old at all.
And Mr. Elliot!
She remembered with some embarrassment and fondness the dreams she had had about that man. She had gone to sleep many a night wondering what he would be him in bed. She had rubbed her snatch and felt the tremors of real desire mount inside her, but they had been frustrated. The man seemed to think she didn't exist. He would call on her in class and she would freeze up with nervousness. She didn't even know if he was still at the school, but if he was, she wanted to meet him.
Janet really wanted to do more than that with him.
The hominess mounted inside her to the point where she could hardly stand it. She couldn't wait for the picnic.
Janet wandered around the picnic area seeing old friends, talking with them and generally trying to look very casual.
And she was able to set her sights on Mr. Elliot. The man appeared a lot younger than she'd thought he would. She revised her opinion and considered him to be only around five years older than she. When she was seven teen, that had been a hell of a big gap to bridge; it was virtually an entire generation then. But now, they had more in common than she did with some of her classmates.
Every time she drifted toward him, something intervened and she found herself talking with someone else.
Finally, after almost giving up hope, she saw him approaching her. She had been trailing him around all afternoon with no luck and now he had almost fallen into her lap.
"Hi, Mr. Elliot," she said.
"Jim. Call me Jim, please. You've graduated. You're entitled. In fact, I wish you had been entitled while you were in school. You'll never know how horny I got sitting up there at the front of class and seeing you in the back of the room."
"Why, Mr. El -Jim! I didn't know you even noticed me!"
"Shit, baby, how I could have missed you is the question. You were a fine-looking lady even when you were in that gawky teenaged stage we all go through. I just wish I'd had the nerve to proposition you then."
"Do you have the nerve now?" she asked, her eyes dancing with glee. It pleased her that the man had remembered her. It flattered her ego and made her feel like a real woman.
"Yes, dear lady, I do. Let's go into the woods for a small stroll, we can commune with nature, perhaps see a couple bunnies and then emulate them by fucking like rabbits amid the green, green grass."
"You do have the nerve," she said and laughed.
"I did when you were a senior, too, but I'm not stupid. If we'd gotten it on then, I'd have been fired for sure, and it probably would have been your, shall we say, virgin cruise on the waters of sexual excitement?"
"You've got it right, Jim," she said, snuggling into the circle of his arm as they wandered away from the volleyball game in progress. She knew they had a more interesting ballgame in mind. And it made her weak and watery in the twat just thinking about it.
As soon as they were far enough away from the others, Jim pulled her down to a soft, mossy area under a tree and said, "Only you could have made this scene more lovely. Oh, how beautiful you are. It's almost a desecration to do this!"
He bent down and kissed her gently. She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head to hers, crushing his lips passionately against her. He responded immediately and returned the kiss in kind. His tongue snaked out and began dueling with hers. Their oral organs tumbled and twisted around each other until they were both breathing heavily.
Janet hadn't bothered to wear a bra, something Jim found out immediately. His hands cupped her ample breasts and began kneading one mound of doughy titflesh until Janet's back arched and thrust it firmly into his hand.
She panted hotly, "Yes, Jim, yes! That's exactly what I want. Show me how to do it right! Teach me!"
"I will, my lovely lass, I will!"
He shoved up her thin blouse until her snowy white cones of boob were visible, and then he dived down on them, making gobbling noises as he devoured them. She sighed and let his rough tongue work its magic all over her smoothly fleshed tits. When he spiraled all the way around her breast to the very tip of it, he found her nipple hard and erect. Immediately, he sucked it between his demanding lips. His teeth gently gnawed at the aroused pebble of flesh and made the woman moan in sheer joy.
The delight lancing down in her chest made every single breath she took feel like napalm going into her lungs. But his eager mouth stimulated her and caused her pussy to run out a steady stream of its lubricants.
"Please, Jim, I need that mouth of yours down lower. Eat my cunt!"
He hiked up her skirt and said, "I don't fucking believe this! She isn't wearing any panties either! This is super! God, you're just like a couple of the chicks I have in my classes now, but you put out and they don't!"
The words rattled around inside the woman's head for a moment, and she finally realized he had propositioned the chicks in his classes and they had turned him down. She felt she should have been insulted at this comparison, but she was too turned on to get up and stalk off. She wanted him worse than she'd ever wanted a man before.
"Fuck me!" she cried.
"Not so loud, honey. We're not more than a couple hundred yards from the picnic area."
"Then fuck me and keep me quiet that way!"
"I wish they were all so easy to please," he said and laughed, his hands pushing her thighs wider apart. He rolled on top of her, and she locked her thighs around his waist to make sure he didn't leave until he had satisfied her.
The blonde gasped as his rigid, meaty stalk of cock prodded into her agitated pussy lips. She shuddered and knew that it wouldn't take much to get her off. She had been working out all her frustrations with Ron and Bill. She had enjoyed both of them, but she needed a man, a real man to make her forget what they had done to her.
"Stuff it all the way up my belly! Ram it hard until it touches my tonsils!"
"You want it, you're going to get it!" he grunted, his hips levering forward. She gasped as she felt his long, hard prick filling her tight chasm of desire. Her cunt walls had been tightly clenched and weren't ready for such a sudden intrusion. She felt as if she were a virgin again and was just losing her cherry.
"Tight," he said in approval, "and there's nothing I like better than that!"
She sobbed now, the feelings in her pussy passing throughout her body. It was as if melted lead had puddled in her belly and warmed her entirely. The electric spark of fucking had yet to race up her spine and bring her totally alive. But she expected it at any second. The pulsating. power of the man's cock wasn't to be denied.
He slipped out of her slick interior and paused when his cockhead was just inside her delicately scalloped pink inner cunt lips. He rolled his hips in a circle to tantalize her, then corkscrewed his way back into her seething pussy.
"Yesssss," she hissed. "That's the way I love it. Give me more of that cock of yours! Give it all to me!"
He did. He fucked her with long, smooth strokes that rapidly built up her passions. She was struggling in a passionate embrace under his pinning weight. Her legs squeezed tightly around his waist and kept him on course. The man's cock pleased her and this was just the medicine she needed.
Janet's mind began to wander as he fucked her harder, faster, deeper. She wondered what he would have been like ten years ago, when she was a senior in his class. Jim Elliot had to be something of a prodigy to get through college in such a short time. But five-years then had seemed like an eternity in difference. Now it was nothing.
But to have fucked Mr. Elliot then would have opened up the world of sex to her years before she actually got up the nerve to lose her useless cherry. If only Mr. Elliot had taken her cherry. She would have been eternally grateful to him. As it was, he had still come to her aid at an appropriate time. The way her pussy sang a song of joy from the friction of his racing cock against her hot cunt walls told the story. The burning desire mounted in her, and she began writhing about around the thick spike of his impaling cock.
"God," he muttered, "you're so damn tight around me. Feels like a surgeon's glove filled with lava or something. And the way it grips at my cock! I can't stand it anymore!"
His hips raced in a frantic fucking fury that shook the woman to the roots of her being. She opened her sex-glazed eyes and saw the limbs of the tree over head. She thought she could see a few white clouds drifting lazily, but she closed her eyes again before she could be positive.
The thrill of the fucking was almost at the breaking point in her body. His heavy, hard fucking was pushing her toward the brink of orgasm slowly and surely.
"Can't hold on," he grunted. "Just can't. Pussy's too hot and tight around my dork!"
And she felt the sweet surge of his come into her twat. Her tender fuck tunnel crushed down hard on his spewing cock and then it was all over. Janet had never felt any man get his rocks off so fast and then melt inside her.
"Whew," Jim Elliot said, rising up above her body and looking down into her face, "that's a pussy you've got there, girl."
Something snapped inside her. He must know she didn't come. The desires locked inside her body seemed doomed to stay there.
"Eat my pussy," she demanded. "I've got to get off or I'll go crazy from lust! I'll be terminally horny!"
He looked at her as if she'd suggested something totally unclean. "Don't be ridiculous, Janet. I just came in that pussy. I'm not going to eat it with my own jism in it!"
The teacher rose and stuffed his prick back into his fly and zipped up. "I'd better get back right away. I'm on the entertainment committee and they might be looking for me."
"Yeah," she said bitterly, "go find someone to entertain."
He laughed and this made her even madder. At least she had gotten off in a big way with Bill. With Jim Elliot, her fantasy lover-teacher, she had only gotten started. She felt cheated -and hornier than hell.
CHAPTER TEN
Janet didn't know how long she had lain there under the tree on the soft moss. She snuggled down into the softness and rubbed her ass into it, reveling in the sexy feelings in her body. She knew she was just torturing herself because there really wasn't any way she could get off without a man's prick buried balls-deep in her pussy.
She pulled her blouse down and straightened her skirt so that her bare ass remained in the moss, but otherwise she appeared to be simply sitting and enjoying the quiet afternoon.
"Such noble beauty," came the faint words, "deserves a prince's touch. But hark, what possible prince might trouble to pass these woods on this fair day?"
Surprised, she looked around and didn't see anyone. "Who's there?" she demamded. Suspicious, she scooted the skirt under her buttocks and rose to her knees.
"Ah, the sun rises and blinds me with its fair beauty!"
"Who is it?" she repeated. And then Janet saw the man sitting under the tree not ten feet from where she had fucked with Jim Elliot. A ghastly thought passed through her mind that this man had watched that entire debacle. And then she shoved that from her mind. He would be leering at her and trying to fuck her if he had seen what had -or hadn't -happened.
"'Tis I, fair damsel, Gary van Toorn, he of the silver tongue and expert of debate and the thespian arts."
"Thespian?" she repeated dumbly, then she remembered the word. Actor. He had had something to do with the high school drama department. Who was it that always repeated the flowery phrases and. then tripped over his own feet? Gary van Toorn!
"Yes, nectar of life, it is none other than the mighty actor. And I assure you I've out-grown my clumsiness. See?"
He rose in a smooth, liquid motion and took a step forward. Something went wrong and he tripped over his own feet and came hurtling down on top of her. She flinched away but he miraculously turned while falling and caught himself lightly on his fingertips.
"When one is as deucedly clumsy as I, one learns to be graceful about it. But you wouldn't know, would you? You were always such perfection of movement, so classic of beauty, so self-possessed, so elegant."
"You flatter me," she said, loving every second of it.
"Of course I do. But are the compliments flattery when they. are all true? Nay, I say, they are not compliments then but the simple truth. Beauty such as yours should be shared with the world. Let all see the magnificence of this creature!"
He contrived to lift her up but somehow his hands slipped under her skirt and ran along the smoothness of her thighs. The fingers clamped on bare rump. His eyes glowed but his fingers didn't leave their sexy berths on her behind.
"Once a klutz, always a klutz, I guess," he said.
"I don't know, Gary. I thought that was a pretty smooth move on your part. It's the most unique approach I've ever had used on me. And I did like it."
"Did?"
"Yeah, the approach technique isn't necessary anymore. But some other technique might be called for. Are you up to it?" Her eyes drifted 'along his slim body until they rested on his crotch. The bulge there was unmistakable.
"For one as fair as thee, my dearest one, I am always ready to rise to the occasion!"
His hands began roving over her bare ass again. His fingers parted her asscheeks and plunged into the humid canyon between. He worked down sensuously until he found her puckered asshole. A finger probed into it, and she sighed and pressed her body closer to his.
"No," she said. "I don't want it up my ass. Why don't you tongue fuck me inside my tight little pussy? It's all ready for you. All you have to do is . . . "
She never got to finish. He bowled her over, spread her legs and pressed his lips against her nether ones. He began blowing hot air all over her pussy. The tendrils of that hot breath against her clit aroused her more than anything else he could have done. She was almost sobbing with desire by the time she felt his hard tongue stab out against her rigid, blood-engorged pussy lips.
"That's the way I love to feel it," she sighed. "Do it to me and make me come. I . . . aiaaaaaseeeeeeeeee!"
Her entire body shook with the unexpectedness of the orgasm. She had been feeling horny as all get-out, but she hadn't thought she was this keyed up. She was wrong. She was.
The lightest touch of his tongue was enough to make her groan and shiver with desire. But he had stopped and was looking up at her, the cunt juices rimming his mouth.
It took her several seconds to realize he had stopped and asked, "What's wrong? Don't stop! Keep going!"
"You want me to keep going, even though you've already gotten off?" His voice was perplexed.
"Yes, oh God, yes!"
"Incredible. Most of the women I've been with don't even get off, no matter how long I eat them. And you're so hot you explode at the lightest touch on your pussy.'"
"It . . . it's that you're not the first today. I found Mr. Elliot and we came out here to fuck."
"Didn't you make it?" The actor's voice sounded confused as if he'd gotten himself into something and wasn't quite sure what it was.
"Yes, of course we did. But he came long before I was ready and then he just upped and left. I was so damned horny I was thinking about finding me a tree limb to fuck. And then you showed up and I knew it would be okay when we got down to it."
"I did think your pussy tasted a little different," he said, making a face, "but not all that bad, I guess. So you want me to keep going?"
"What's wrong with you, Gary? Yes, yes, yes! Keep eating my cunt! I need it sooooooo!"
"Wow," he said under his breath. "This is the first chick I ever met who was this hung up on getting eaten out."
Janet lay back and tried to lose herself in the delicious sensations building inside her again. She didn't know what kind of women Gary had been with in the past, but they must have been dynamite actresses. Then she realized that might be the answer. They were all in the theatre.
She didn't know that much about acting or putting on stage plays, but the people participating had to be exhibitionists. Otherwise how could they parade on stage, dressed up funny or even undressed totally, and not get self-conscious. They enjoyed being the center of attraction. They had to have it.
That was their thrill in life, not fucking. She imagined it might even be possible for some of the women to fake orgasm just to get some of the men under their thumbs. They were all actors, after all, and had their own ego needs to be fulfilled. It might not be possible for the stage to give them all they needed, but a lot of it might be provided by the applause of the audience.
Janet pushed that idle speculation from her mind as she felt his agile tongue slithering along the edges of her cunt lips. He teased and toriured them with swift, fleeting strokes that built the tension in her belly faster than even she would have believed possible. When he got to her clit, he gave it special attention.
She gasped as his tongue looped around that tiny organ and massaged the base. Slipping to the tip of the slick little organ, he toyed with it until she was thrashing around on the ground again. She couldn't get enough of this sweet mouth love. There had to be more.
"D-don't s-stop I" she stuttered out in her great need. "Keep going until I melt entirely!"
He didn't pick up the tempo of his tongue fucking, but he didn't slow down either. He continued to lick and lap at her clit. When he sucked it in between soft lips she thought she was going to come. The tensions were right, but he managed to prevent it long enough to get his tongue flitting over the very tip. Then she came, thrashing and shouting and struggling under the torturing lash of his tongue.
"YYAAAAAHHHHHHH P"
"Want more?" he asked needlessly. She couldn't begin to answer. She was lost in the wonderland of orgasm. Her entire world had shattered and was drifting down in jagged fragments. And it was the best thing she had ever felt.
He continued licking and sucking at her emit lips. He abandoned her clit in favor of licking up all her leaking pussy fluids. When he had exhausted the supply momentarily, he worked his way down across her slit. She felt icy knives stabbing into her loins when he crossed the slightly ridged plain between her cunt hole and her anus.
She came again when he began tongue-fucking her asshole.
Her entire body was shivering as if she had been left out in the polar cold. Her muscles locked and then, shuddering hard, released as the waves of desire passed from one end of her body to the other. She felt her toes curling upwards and her fists closing in her great need. Her pussy tensed and shot out huge quantities of her frothy fuck fluids. She was glad her ass was on the soft moss carpet. Otherwise she might have ripped and torn sensitive flesh in her passion-throes.
"More," she sobbed, when her voice returned. "Beep going. I need all the mouth love you can give me. Gobble up my pussy! Tongue-fuck me as hard as you can!"
"Sorry, darling, 'tis not the way the world is. Would that it were, you would be a princess and I .your humble servant. So let me tell you from the shoulder how it's going. My cock is hurting me. I mean hurting. So you can do something about it while I dive back and lick all over your pussy, hmmmm?"
"Yes, yes, anything you want, but don't stop. I'll go out of my mind. That son-of-abitch teacher wasn't any good. He just came and then left me still needing his prick!"
"He taught you something valuable then," said Gary, moving around so that he was heading in the opposite direction. No longer with his head between the woman's legs and lapping at her blonde pussy, he maneuvered until he straddled her head. Then he dipped back down into her crotch and lapped at her woman-wines again.
"I . . . I'll suck your prick for you," she managed to get out. She knew this was the idea he had in mind. And, for her, it didn't seem all that bad. He was eating her out so well, and the least she could do was return the favor.
Trembling hands fumbled at his zipper and she finally succeeded in freeing his prick. It came tumbling out, almost falling into her mouth. It wasn't all that long and it wasn't impossibly thick. But it was cock she could suck. And suck she did. Hard.
His hips lurched a little as she. applied the suction. But he didn't take his mouth off her cunt, and for that she was happy. He knew that they were capable of pushing each other's passions past the breaking point. She began applying her tongue to his prick with all the fervor locked up inside her.
She ran her tongue all around the thick head and then traced out the backside of the purple hood of his glans. He jerked a little harder when she did this, and the blonde knew that she was really getting through to him then. She toyed with the tiny flap of skin dangling under the cleft head of his cock, and his hips almost exploded into a frenzy of face fucking.
The woman cooled it a little and ran her tongue back along the sides of his shaft. The man-meat flowing under her tongue was hot and pulsed with every beat of his distant heart. She tried to keep him aroused, but not too much.
She didn't want him jetting off yet. The man might decide to simply stand up and leave her like Jim Elliot had. She had to keep stringing him along by. continually promising him just a little more.
"Ummm, God, lady, you do that nice!" he called back once. When he took his mouth away from her snatch, a breeze blew cool and gentle across her aroused flesh. It sent shivers all the way up her spine and created a new lust inside.
The best way she could show him she approved of what he was doing was to suck even harder on his cock. Or even better. She moved down the virile shaft of his prong until she came to his balls. The hairy sac dangled down in just the right position for her to suck it into her mouth and bang it lightly against her teeth and tongue.
When she did this, she felt his balls inside begin to lurch and tumble. She wondered if the lead-heavy jism might erupt from her light tonguing. The man managed to keep his control and he never missed a single lick along her cant lips. He even plunged his tongue far into her twat and started tongue-fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes designed to build up her desires again.
She swallowed hard and then went back to the bag trapped inside her lips. The scrotum was contracted into a tight little sphere. She ran her tongue over the wrinkled skin and teased the balls dancing around inside. She knew the thick stew of his man-seed might blast out at any instant so the blonde reluctantly abandoned this and went back to licking along his cock.
For a moment, she was seized and held in the grip of a light orgasm. His tongue-fucking had paid off. It took her by surprise but she still enjoyed the mild release of her huge sexual energies. She was keyed up and high-strung now. The lightest of touches across her clit would set her off.
The man seemed to read her mind. His tongue continued to drive mercilessly in and out of her tightly clutching pussy hole, but he started pressing his chin down into her pubic bone. This contracted her already tight fuck channel around his tongue. The slithery feeling inside her cunt was almost more than she could bear. But what really set her off was the way her snatch tightened up. The skin became taut and she felt the pea-sized go-button rubbing against his lips. She came. And this time there was nothing mild about it. She felt as if he had detonated an H-bomb in her guts.
The fires raging in her loins refused to die. They fed on each other and on her flesh and continued to grow until they threatened to consume her entire body. She loved it. She wanted more. And he gave it to her. His tongue worked magic on her cunt. It fluttered all over her juicy cunt walls, then swirled hard against her sensitive inner labia like some berserk tornado.
He turned her every way but loose.
She panted hard after she regained some control of her body. The woman wondered how much more of this she could take. Her reserves were running down. She had gone through a hell of a lot of emotional trauma earlier in the day, and now she was releasing all the pent-up sexual frustrations she had.
"Keep sucking on my cock, dammit!" the man demanded. "I'm almost there and I need your mouth fastened on the end of my cock: Suck, damn you, suck like you've never sucked in your life She shook her head and got a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. She moved her lips along the sides of his cock, kissing and licking and caressing as she went. She found the end of his fuck stick even larger than when she'd left to go exploring around his crotch. The excited blood pumping into his cock had him at the brink of orgasm.
She clamped her mouth over the end of his delicious cock and sucked. The tiny bead of bitter pre-seminal fluid got snatched away with a swipe of her tongue. She tried to ram her tongue down the tiny slot at the end of his cock. They both knew it wasn't possible but the attempt made them get even hotter. She felt that piss-slit expand and knew the torrents of his white-hot come couldn't be far behind.
And she wasn't wrong.
Her tongue barely got out of the way as the first surge of his jism launched into her mouth. It spattered against her tonsils. The woman knew she wouldn't be able to taste his precious yield if she didn't do something fast. She pressed her tongue firmly against the end of his fountaining prick. This allowed her to smear the gooey come all over her taste buds.
She savored the salty, acrid taste of his sperm and semen. And she sucked. She sucked harder than she ever had in her life. She sucked so hard her cheeks went concave with the strain. The woman knew the guy must think he had plugged himself into a milking machine. She didn't care. She wanted more. And her vacuum-cleaner mouth gave it to her.
She drained his balls of his come and then felt his prick begin to wilt in her mouth. The woman continued licking and sucking but it did no good. His erection was gone and nothing could get it back soon.
Janet was almost resigned to the fact when she realized he bad come and yet he was still licking and avidly sucking at her pussy. He wasn't lice most Men; he wanted to get her off, too, even though he had come and his prick was a limp worm sleeping between his legs.
She closed her eyes and gasped at the lightning bolts of desire ripping into her tender well of passion. His cock hard tongue drilled into her snatch and reamed her out. He stroked along her velvet soft walls until she couldn't take any more of it.
She came.
And he kept her at the pinnacle of her desire by moving to her clit and sucking on it. His tongue refused to let her come down from her peak. Just as she was sure she was drifting back to reality, he would flick his damp oral digit across her clitoris and push her out into space again. Janet didn't know how long she had stayed on top of her ultimate pleasure, but it seemed like years.
When he finally allowed her to relax, she felt more drained than she had in years.
Sleepy-eyed, she looked down at Gary. He was smiling and said, "I enjoyed that a bunch. It's exactly as it should have been."
"Yes, I agree. Super," she sighed.
"Not that we both didn't enjoy it," he said. The look of confusion on her face made him add, "This is exactly the way a scene in one of my movies went. This chick -you probably wouldn't recognize her name -was spread wide and I had to eat her out. Well, we got carried away and followed the script for real instead of faking it like we usually do. It was something out of this world."
"You make porno movies?" Janet still felt too deliciously well-fucked to feel any outrage.
"Sure. It's a living. And one of these days, I'll make it to Broadway. The big time, you know."
She knew. Like so many of the others in her class, Gary hadn't quite made it, either.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I have a confession to make, Clark," Janet said, stroking her fingertips across her boyfriend's broad chest and playing with his nipples. "I went to that reunion, thinking I might be able to take up where I left off in high school"
"Did you? I figured something of the sort by the way your eyes lit up when you got the word over the phone. Was it as good as you thought it would be?"
"No," she admitted. "None of the people I knew turned out anything like I figured they would. My old boyfriend's a little weird, and the football jock and head cheerleader got married and are into swinging. The class president married the homecoming queen and turns out to be impotent unless he watches her making it with someone else. And then the class brain is into a really heavy trip." Janet shuddered, not able to tell Clark what, had happened with Bill. If the man ever heard, he'd go find Bill and beat his brains out. "And one of the guys who wanted to be an actor has ended up in X-rated movies. And my heartthrob, a teacher, turns out to be a lousy lover."
"How lousy?"
"Very lousy. Not at all in the same league as you and quit fishing for compliments."
"I wasn't fishing for compliments as much as I was waiting for the words to die down. And then maybe we could start doing something a little more interesting."
"You're not interested in hearing about the rest of my class reunion?"
"In a word : no. I think all high school classes are about the same. When I went to my reunion I found much the same thing. The chick I was so hung up on had turned on to hard drugs. She was wasted and brain-burned to the point where she repulsed me. And the others, well, they were just about the same."
"How did you turn out so good?" she asked, her hand running down the smoothly muscled belly and through the thick tangle of his bush. She found his cock, pulsing slightly, still not erect. She vowed to change that in a hurry. She started squeezing it rhythmically.
"I guess you saved me," he said before kissing her ear.
The woman tensed as his tongue ran along her neck. She was especially sensitive here, and this turned her on as much as the feel of his prick hardening in her hand.
For a horrified moment, Janet worried that Clark might simply roll on top of her and fuck her in the missionary position. She had used that one too much in the past week. Every single stud in her school class had turned out to be a dud. They were all of the "slam-bam-thank you-ma'am" school of fucking. And some of them didn't even bother to say "thank-you-ma'am" after they'd gotten their rocs off.
She realized how lucky she was. She was successful at the brokerage firm. Her promotion was in the works and in less than a-month, she would be the new junior vice president. Her personal life was successful, too.
Clark was truly one in a million. There hadn't been anyone like him in her graduating class. He was thoughtful and cared for her and knew all the right things to do to turn her on. And fucking with him was never a bore.
He had imagination and he used it.
He rolled her onto her side and then gently entered her from behind. She lifted her leg and draped it over the top of his thigh. In this position it opened up her cunt widely to his thrusting prick. He began a slow, deep fucking that stirred her deep inside. The feel of his prick was exciting. He was huge, true, but he knew how to use that cock to the best advantage. She didn't know but felt that Clark, even if he hadn't had such a nice set of balls and cock, would have been a superb fucker.
Her juices trickled out around the thick plug of the prick filling her pussy. He moved faster, building friction. She struggled as his hands circled her body and began working on her nipples. He coordinated the thrusts of his cock into her pussy with the way he tweaked her rock-hard nipples.
She pressed back against him. He rolled over and lifted her into the air. Her entire body pressed down into his now. She opened her eyes and saw every single detail of the fucking in the mirror above her bed.
The huge red prick parted her pussy lips and plunged deep. The hand clamped firmly over her tit. The fingers parted slightly to let the ruby-red nipple through. She exploded with a burning lust that couldn't be contained inside. She came and. came and came lie a string of firecrackers going off. And when the ultimate in human pleasure had slowly died down in her loins, she felt Clark moving around to get into a new position. His prick was still long and hard and demanding inside her. And it would stay there until she was thoroughly satiated. And then he would come and they would both lie in bed in each other's arms, simply feeling the heat and closeness.
And then they would do it all over again.
This was what Janet had found and what all the others in her class had missed. She knew at the moment of her climax that she wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.
