Who are they? The girls on the street, in the strip shows, the massage parlors? The girls who look so young, until you get up close and see the lines of experience creeping in under their made-up eyes?
What has that experience been? Why aren't they at home with their babies, or pursuing a career, chattering over coffee with the girls?
The story of Jane Brenner gives some of the answers to some of those questions. Jane has suffered heartbreak. She chooses to cover it up in a blind pursuit of pleasure.
No longer willing to ask for love from men, she chooses money and luxury instead. They can't get to her now. None of them. She's free. Or is she?
TEACHER'S PET-a startling insight into the life of a person who dares to reveal her most base secrets.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"God! That's good!" Jane could feel the man's fingers penetrating deep, deeper into her wet open snatch. She knew she should make him stop. After all, it was their first date, and he hadn't even taken her out to dinner yet.
But she was so hot! It seemed like forever since the last time her cunt lips had been spread wide by a hard probe. She could feel his swollen cock pressing against her thigh as he held her close. Already her pussy was craving that turgid cock far up inside. What could it hurt, she thought feverishly, if I let him screw me right now, right here in the car?
The idea turned her on. She hadn't done anything like that since high school, and high school was almost ten years ago.
"Yeah! like that! Christ, I need it! I need it so bad!" Her words conveyed her surprise. It had been almost six months since she separated from her husband, two since the divorce was finalized. In her anger and hurt, she had been steering clear of men. Only now was she beginning to realize how much she needed them. She was tired of relying on her fingers for satisfaction.
She wanted a man!
Dick Foster had met Jane several days earlier at the bargain table in the local supermarket. They had argued playfully over who should get the last pineapple. He had let Jane have it. The young accountant had been looking forward to tonight's date, but even in his wildest dreams he hadn't expected to be this lucky.
Jane Brenner was like a primed fuse, ready to go. All he had to do was push the right buttons!
He could feel his cock throbbing hotly in his slacks as he pushed Jane back against the car door and worked his fingers farther into her cunt. Her pussy-walls spasmed eagerly around his probe. The thought of that same wet caress hugging his cock tight made Dick grunt with lusty anticipation.
"Sure feels good up in there, Jane, baby! You've got a sweet little pussy! Feels just like a virgin's!"
"Ooooohhh! Mmmmmmmm!" Jane moaned, her eyes shut tight. She could hear the dull roar of the traffic so close, yet so far removed from the delicious sensations radiating from her moist pussy out through every nerve ending in her body. She tried to remember what she had been thinking of when Dick suggested they come out here to watch the sunset. She must have known he would try something! She must have wanted it!
"Oh God, yes! Yes! Suck my titties! Oooohh, ni-i-ice!"
With the dexterity of a man inspired by certain victory, Dick managed to open Jane's blouse and unfasten her bra. He shoved it up over the rich full mounds of her tits, that gleamed enticingly in the moonlight. Hungrily, he sucked on first one and then the other firm but yielding cushion. Her nipples grew rock-hard, seemed to thrust themselves right into his mouth, begging to be sucked.
"God-d-d!" he groaned. The pounding in his cock was getting urgent. It wouldn't be long now before he would have to fuck her. The tantalizing prospect made him put it off a little longer. How much sweeter it would be when he finally sank his prick deep into her wet clutching hole!
"You've got beautiful tits, Jane," he told her while his fingers investigated every furrow of her snatch.
There was no longer any doubt in Jane's mind that she would let this man have exactly what he so obviously wanted. She wanted it too! Though she scarcely knew Dick Foster, she wanted to feel his hard cock surging into her craving cunt. She wanted to be fucked ... hard and fast and furious! Later, they would go for a romantic late dinner. She was going to learn to live again! She was going to have fun!
She realized then that she had changed. She was no longer Mike Brenner's ex-wife. She was Jane Brenner, young woman of the world! From now on, she would be living for herself, not for some vague unsatisfying memory of what might have been. With devilish ferocity, she thrust her pussy up to meet the fingers splitting her recklessly wide. The weight of Dick's body had her pinned down along one side, but Jane was inspired with the superhuman strength of a woman in heat.
Her hips rammed upward, her pelvis collided resoundingly with the flat of Dick's palm.
"Ooooohhh, Dick ... I feel so wonderful! God, I love it! I've never felt this good! Never in my whole life!" She couldn't remember ever having felt this free, this open, this wantonly sexy. Memories of the past were buried in the heat of present passions.
The woman's mounting frenzy drove Dick to a matching fever pitch of arousal. There was no longer any doubt in his mind that she was ready. The pounding in his prick answered her cunt-thrusts blow for blow. It was time to fuck.
He smiled lustily at the half naked woman beneath him as he struggled with the zipper of his pants. Her blouse and bra were pushed up to her neck. Her breasts stood up firm and round, the nipples peaking to fine-honed points of excitement. Her skirt was pushed up to her navel. The pale fuzzy shadow of hair covering her pussy gleamed here and there with dewdrops of moisture that shone like jewels studding the royal treasures.
"You're beautiful, Janie! Beautiful!" he told her as he guided his bulbous cock-tip to the portals of her cunt. She began to squeal with frenzied delight the minute he started to press his penis-head against her pussy-lips. She was so wet that it was easy for him to slip his cock all the way up inside. In one long swoop, she was impaled all the way to the hilt.
Right then and there, Jane had her first orgasm with Dick Foster. The sheer ecstasy of being overpowered by a tumescent eager cock drove her wild with excitement. It thrilled her to know that the cock wanted her as much as she wanted him. In her mind, she failed to make the association between Dick Foster and his cock. Her focus was on the penis alone. Her whole being concentrated on it as it pulled slowly out of her, then abruptly drove its way deep back up into her cunt. "Aaaaauuuuhhhh! Oh yes! Oh yes! God, do it to me!"
Though she was being shoved into the wedge of the car door and the seat, Jane gave no thought to her discomfort. It didn't exist for her. She could feel the loins slamming down against hers. She could feel the cock-head parting her cunt-lips wide ... the cock-shaft driving its way into the very depths of her. Her pussy-walls spasmed convulsively around his prick, adding to her pleasure.
And to his. Her cunt seemed to be nibbling on his cock, driving it to distraction with hot clutching caresses. He looked down at her, in her half-naked, lust-contorted splendor. It made his cock swell to watch her breasts hobbling enticingly on her chest every time he shoved it to her. Purposely he began to fuck her harder, to watch the jello-like undulations of her tits. Until this night, Dick Foster had never thought much of screwing in cars. But this woman had him so excited, he didn't even notice the abrasive contact of the car rug against his knees. His one overriding interest was filling that slick talented cunt again and again and again with his cock.
"Christ, I love fucking you!" His words spat out between clenched teeth. He knew no more about Jane Brenner than she knew about him. But he knew one thing for sure. He loved her pussy and the things it did for his cock.
Dick hadn't been this turned on, this totally absorbed in his passion, since his first time, the night with the waitress down at the neighborhood cafe. He hadn't expected to uncover this kind of a woman in Jane Brenner. She had looked him straight in the eye the first time they met, but still there had been something shy, gentle about her. She was a schoolteacher, a woman who had a certain appearance to keep up. How did the wanton nympho beneath him fit in with all this?
At the moment he didn't give a damn! His fists gripped her hips firmly. He lunged forward with reckless speed and energy. He felt no need to be gentle with the woman. She was taking everything he was dishing out and begging for more.
Jane was completely beside herself. She scarcely recognized her own voice as she pleaded with the man to fuck her harder, deeper. She was overwhelmed by the sheer energy that seemed to radiate from her loins as her cunt rode up and down his hard penetrating prick.
"Oh God!" she wailed. "I never want it to stop! It's so incredible! I ... uuuuuhhhhh!" The force of his lunge made her open her eyes in surprise. She suffered a moment's shock as she focused on the leering, lust-masked face poised above her. It was then she had to face the fact she was making love to a stranger, screwing him with a feverish intensity she had as yet displayed for no man.
Her first impulse was to close her eyes in shame. But something stopped her. What did she have to be ashamed of? She was free! Free to enjoy! And so was this man ... this Dick Foster! He was making her feel better than she had ever felt in her life. He was the last man she should close her eyes on! "I love what you're doing to me, Dick!" she told him. She was being brazen, and she loved it.
The young schoolteacher began to take a new pleasure in watching the man's eyes gleam with pleasure as he gazed at her hobbling tits. Wantonly, she cupped her breasts in her hands and fondled the nipples for pleasure. She enjoyed the effect, both in his eyes, and in the increased tempo of his cock. "Oh, Dick, you make me feel so sexy!"
The man's eyes were open wide in amazement. He had never seen a woman who enjoyed her sexuality so much. "Jeez, Jane, you're really something, you know that? You're the hottest chick I've ever fucked! You're a dynamite screw, Jane baby!"
Momentarily, her mind revolted against his crude praise. Then, with perverse satisfaction, she let herself revel in it. He was right! She was a good screw! She must be! She had never seen a man this excited. He was lucky to be with her. Lucky she was giving herself to him. She was special, and she expected to be appreciated.
Jane thought she had never been this elated. A new world had suddenly opened up for her. She realized now exactly what it meant to be a sexy woman ... what she could expect from men. Dick was obviously very impressed by her. She was giving him something he had never experienced before. She would see to it that he appreciated her properly.
The moment of truth was approaching for both of them. The air inside the car was close with the heated urgency of their mutual struggle. Jane let her mind drift once again. She concentrated on the cock moving so quickly and masterfully in and out of her cunt. The more she concentrated, the hotter she got. Until she could feel herself exploding for the second time this evening.
"Ohhhhhh ... I'm cummmmmminggggg!"
Dick would have liked to keep on fucking her. Normally his endurance was prodigal. But Jane had him so excited, his urge to let go was more than he could resist. Later. He would have her again later.
"Jee-zuz, baby, me too! I'm filling you full of it! Aahh!"
They clutched each other furiously as they rode out the storm of their release. At last, Jane began to arrange her clothes. She searched in vain for her panties. Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled her skirt down over her naked crotch. She felt a little lurid thrill shoot through her loins. She had never thought of not wearing panties before. She liked the way it made her feel, to be naked underneath.
Dick was reluctant to let her dress. "Jeez, baby, I don't know if I've had enough of you yet."
Jane pushed his hand firmly away as he reached for her tit. She smiled. "I wouldn't want you to have too much of me, Dick. That would take away the thrill, wouldn't it? Besides, I'm starving."
Obediently, he made himself decent and started the car. Jane was impressed by how easy it was to handle men, once a girl got the hang of it.
She was disappointed by the restaurant Dick chose. It was a budget restaurant, the kind of place she chose for herself when she ate out. After all she had given to Dick Foster this evening, she felt cheated. She wanted to be treated like a queen, because that was what she felt like. Her high spirits made her reckless. She felt the sky was the limit.
"You come here often?" she asked. She made no attempt to hide the sarcasm that spilled over.
He looked surprised. He was caught midway between plate and mouth with a dripping wedge of meat. "Why? What's the matter? Don't you like it?"
She scraped her nail distastefully over the formica table top. "It's not ecactly the Ritz, is it?"
He laughed, and looked incredulous. "Do you think I'm the kind of guy who can afford the Ritz? I'm only a struggling accountant, baby."
The look in her eyes was faraway. He was right. He was small potatoes. A girl like her could do better. Jane was surprised by her own hardheartedness. But she realized her bitterness against her husband and paved the way for it.
The important thing was: never let a man get to her ... never again.
She reached over and patted Dick's hand absently. "Don't you worry about a thing, Dick. Everything's fine." Dick wasn't worried. He had built up a hearty appetite. He cleaned his plate.
He was surprised when Jane gave him a quick peck on the cheek at her door. "Good night, Dick."
"Good night?" She closed the door right in his disbelieving face. He started to get angry but decided to forget it. She was obviously too expensive for his tastes, but she had given him one hell of a memorable fuck.
CHAPTER TWO
Jane loved the kids in her class. But teaching bored her. She had gotten into it because it offered good money and security for a woman. She was glad now that she hadn't quit her job when she was married to Mike. They had kept putting off the idea of having a baby for one more year, until finally the marriage had disintegrated in a cloud of anger, deceit, hard words never to be forgotten. She would never forgive him for having made love to and fallen in love with another woman behind her back.
The kids in her class had known about her divorce and they had been wonderful to her. They brought her flowers, told her jokes to cheer her up. For her own good, and theirs, they talked her into field trips ... to the zoo, the botanical gardens, the desert. She owed her quick recovery in large part to them, and she was grateful.
It had been several days since Jane went out with Dick Foster. She had not been surprised when he didn't call back. She knew he was intelligent enough to know a brush-off when he saw one. Since their date, Jane had been playing with herself more often than usual. She remained intensely turned-on, though there was no particular man on her mind.
She could wait. She had been practicing flirting with men in public places, and was surprised at the responses she got. It seemed that, behind every bored, indifferent face, there was a frustrated Don Juan yearning for freedom.
Jane didn't follow up on any of her opportunities. She was waiting for a man who looked rich ... or at least prosperous enough to help teach her about all the good things in life she had been denied so long. During much of their married life, Mike had been a poor struggling lawyer. It was Jane's salary that had paid most of the bills. It infuriated her that, after all her sacrifices, he had had the nerve to dump her for another woman as soon as he was starting to earn a good income. She had been cheated of all the luxuries they had promised themselves during the years of self-denial.
As the bell rang to signal the end of the noon recess, the students began to file into the classroom. Three-quarters of them were boys, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen. As usual, Jane was flattered by their appraisal of her trim voluptuous form as she stood by her desk, waiting for silence. The young teacher realized there was a difference now in the way she received their appraising interest. It used to embarrass her. It didn't embarrass her any more.
She was a beautiful woman. She knew she had to expect long, admiring looks from men of all ages.
There was more than the usual buzz of excitement in the room this afternoon. Jane became impatient. "All right, you guys!" Her bellow commanded immediate attention. She suppressed a grin as she surveyed their smiling, eager faces. "All right, you guys, what's all the excitement about? Anyone feel like telling me, or is it a secret?"
Giggles erupted in little spurts from various groups around the room. Everyone was looking at someone other than the teacher. Jane was getting really curious. Her kids were usually very straightforward with her, as she was with them. This must be something special. Finally a handsome, well-built young man raised his hand high.
"Maybe I should set your mind at rest, teach." His comment drew a loud bellow of appreciative laughter.
"Why don't you just do that, Vince." Jane had crossed her arms over her chest in the classic defensive posture. From these kids, she knew she had to be ready for anything.
"Well ... some of us got together during lunch, and we got to talking about how much happier you seem lately. We're real glad to see you smiling again, Mrs. Brenner." A wide grin wreathed his features. He was a big boy, but there was a certain grace in his awkwardness. .
His smile disarmed Jane. She uncrossed her arms and leaned them back against her desk. The movement thrust her full tits forward prominently. She noted the obvious interest on the faces of the boys. "Well, that's very nice of you, Vince. I want you all to know how grateful I am for the support you've given me over the bad times. I am feeling much better lately."
Before she could dismiss the subject, Vince broke in with another comment. "We were wondering, Mrs. Brenner...."
"About what, Vince?"
"Well ... have you got yourself a new boy friend or something like that? We're only asking because we'd like to know you're in good hands."
Jane was too amused to be taken aback by his youthful boldness. "Well, Vince, ordinarily I'd say it's none of your business. But when you qualify it with such touching concern, I'll have to say the answer is no. But I haven't given up hope," she added cockily.
"No, ma'am, I hope not. A good-looking lady like you should never give up hope."
She did a humorous curtsy, then sobered the class by picking up the textbook lying next to her. "We're going to do a little exercise based on the reading I asked you to do last night. I'll give you five minutes to refresh your memories." While the heads bent over the assignment which Jane didn't doubt most of them were seeing for the first time, Jane wondered at the observation of her pupils.
Though her class was made up of what were called problem learners, they had been astute enough to see in her the change the last few days had wrought. It pleased her that her new self-confidence came through. She grinned impishly as she pondered what they would all think if they knew the kind of lecherous miracles that had been working in her brain lately.
At that very moment, Vince looked up and met her grin with a knowing smile of his own. For the first time that day, Jane lost her cool. She fumbled for her textbook and called out her instructions. For the rest of the afternoon she was haunted by the silly but unshakeable fear that she had, in a sense, been caught with her panties down. And that even though she hadn't worn any since that night with Dick Foster.
It was with a sense of relief that Jane watched her students file out of the room for the last time that day. She took a last quick glance at Vince as he headed for the door with a following of his best buddies. She was pleased to note that all of them were ignoring her completely.
Rather than taking work home with her, Jane preferred to stay at school after hours and finish off any homework she might have. She liked to keep her professional and private worlds as separate as possible. There was a pleasant calm to the school when it was empty ... like a world deserted, waiting patiently for the inevitable return of its life flow.
Dark had fallen before she finished up the last of the students' mid-term reports. Jane was proud of herself. She had taken care of that chore a week ahead of schedule. She decided to reward herself with a cup of coffee and a smoke. In the snug, slightly musty teachers' room, she made herself comfortable on the couch and smoked slowly, luxuriously. The absolute silence in this usually bustling surrounding pleased her.
She was alarmed by a soft rapping at the door. At once, she searched for a reasonable explanation for the presence of another person in the school at this hour. Another teacher? It would be the first time. Usually the teachers were as eager to get out as the kids. Maybe the janitor had arrived early today.
"Who is it?" she called out, struggling to keep her voice even, authoritative.
The door opened, and Vince walked in. He smiled his usual pleasant smile at his teacher.
"Vince! My gosh! You startled me! What are you doing here?" Although his arrival seemed odd, Jane was grateful to see him rather than any of the horrible fantasies that had raced through her mind moments before.
"I wanted to talk to you, teach. And I wanted to do it in private." He didn't wait for invitations. He walked confidently over and sat next to Jane on the couch. "Mind if I have one of your cigarettes?"
"Uh ... sure, I guess so." Jane's mind was racing over thoughts, possibilities, explanations. The exercise was making her extremely nervous. She kept returning to the grin she had seen on Vince's face that afternoon when he had caught her private joke.
"How did you get in, Vince? Everything's locked up at this hour.
His proximity as his well-muscled arm placed her lighter back on the coffee table made her more nervous. Outside the classroom, he no longer seemed like the manageable kid in desk two, row three. He was a man, much bigger and stronger than she was.
"You're right. It is. I hid out in the men's can while they were locking up."
"You mean you've been in this building all along? For the last three hours!"
"Sure. Yeah." His voice was very calm, matter-of-fact.
Jane was shaken. It made her feel insecure to think that all the safe, blissful solitude she had been enjoying for the last three hours had been a complete illusion. All that time, she had been so very vulnerable. Chills ran up and down her spine. "Why did you wait so long to talk to me, Vince? Why didn't you just stay after class for a few minutes? We could have talked then."
"I wanted to wait for just the right time."
Jane was intensely aware of his arm that reached back and lay lazily along the couch back, behind her head. She looked him straight in the eye.
"Okay, Vince. I don't have much time. The time is right. What did you want to talk about?" She realized she was being more defensive than was probably necessary. But she couldn't explain the strange breathless chills she was feeling all over her body. She seemed to forget that this was Vince, her student, she was dealing with. She kept visualizing a tall handsome male with an intoxicating aftershave she had never noticed before. She felt so very vulnerable.
"You sure have pretty hair," he told her in a low voice. "It's gold here and red there, so you can't really tell which there's more of. A guy could probably get lost in it for hours."
Once again, Jane turned to face her handsome pupil. She was intending to be firm with him. He caught her off guard. The arm that lay behind her curled around her shoulders and pulled her toward him. His mouth bore down on hers. His tongue darted deep into her mouth, hard, demanding.
For mere seconds, she attempted to rally her resources for resistance. Then the lusty urgency of that talented tongue got the better of her. He was so strong, so sexy. The smell of him was driving her wild. Her tongue dueled with his. Their kiss became a heated duel that lasted an instant and an eternity. If there was a winner, it was the boy. He had made her do what he wanted.
Jane realized at once that this handsome boy was something that she wanted. The fear that she had felt when he looked at her that way this afternoon was fear of herself ... of the feelings that were fulminating inside her, that the boy had uncovered. It was one thing to lust, but to lust after her own student! That, she hadn't been sure of. Now that she was here in his arms, it felt so natural. So right. So desirable.
"You know, we shouldn't be doing this, Vince." She looked into his eyes that smoldered with lust for her. His hands were massaging her back, down over the swelling curve of her buttocks. She became more bold herself. She felt the taut muscles of his arms, his back, his ass. Inside her there welled an aching pang of desire. He was so young, so strong. The thought of his hard young cock swollen with desire for her made her feel faint with passion.
Lust made Jane bold. While their mouths again mated in a hungry kiss-longer, more abandoned this time than the last-her hand searched for his groin. She was startled by the impressive girth of his cock that strained insistently against the tight-fitting material of his jeans. "Uuuuhhhh," she sighed greedily as her tongue prodded his. At this moment she wanted him, his youth, more than she had ever wanted anything. He was young and unspoiled. He would give her the same open surge of emotion that she would give him. He wouldn't hold back on her, the way her husband held back, the way full-grown men always seemed to hold back something of themselves. He was fresh and green enough to be generous with his emotions.
"God, Mrs. Brenner, you feel even better than I imagined you would!" His words burst feverishly from his lips, in short gasps, between kisses. He seemed younger now than he had when he came in the room. He had wanted to overwhelm Mrs. Brenner with his self-assuredness, and he had been successful. Now the sheer reality of his good fortune made him feel weak with excitement.
Jane sighed pleasurably as his hand rummaged up under her blouse and bra and cupped her tit.
She gave the swollen orb to him gladly, leaning toward him, relishing the way her nipple tingled as it puckered in tight eager erection. "You feel good too, Vince. You're so strong, so handsome. Oh darling boy..."
Though his body was definitely a man's body, Jane still felt something of the feelings she had always felt for the boy ... to nurture him, to teach him, to protect him from the harder realities of life. Though it was the boy himself who had initiated this session, Jane now felt the responsibility to make it something special for him. She wanted to show him exactly what a real woman was all about. It was clear that Vince was no virgin. But, with the sheer bursting sensuality inside herself, Jane knew she could teach him things he had never known before. For the first time, the young woman felt the true vocation of the teacher.
With a new self-possession, Jane freed herself gently from his embrace and lowered herself to the rug in front of him. She stared at the excitement glowing in his eyes, and she felt her pussy throb wetly under her skirt. She was deliciously aware of the way the cooler air made her hot cunt tingle as she moved. How good it felt not to wear panties! She wondered if Vince had noticed her nakedness underneath. The thought made her feel sexy. She licked her lips and smiled at him. "Oh Vince ... I want to make you feel so good, darling. I want to teach you how special love can be."
Young Vince watched mesmerized as the older woman began to fumble with the zipper, saw them pull his hard throbbing penis from inside. The sensations that shot through his body made his senses reel. Just thinking about who was doing this to him was enough to drive him wild. The actual physical contact of her hand on his prick was an ecstasy better than dreams were made of.
"Jee-zuz!" was all he managed to say.
The perfect, rounded swelling of Vince's purplish cock-head fascinated Jane. She stared at his thick throbbing cock with reverence.
"Beautiful cock, darling ... your cock is just beautiful ... I want to taste it! I want to feel it inside my mouth!"
Vince was totally unprepared for the abruptness with which his teacher bent forward and took his pulsing cock into her mouth. "Aaaahhhhgggghh! Jeez! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" The high-schooler had not been sure what his daring advances to Mrs. Brenner this evening would yield. In his wildest dreams, he had imagined himself fucking her. More realistically, he had just hoped that she would let him kiss her without getting mad. That she would actually suck his prick without his even asking her to was beyond his imagination. Never yet had he found a girl daring enough to take his cock in her mouth. He would certainly never have had the presumption to imagine that Mrs. Brenner would do such a thing for him.
As soon as she felt the resilient rubbery cock in her mouth, Jane became immersed in the wanton thrill of licking it and sucking it, investigating it shamelessly with her mouth. "Mmmmmmm!" Little mewling sounds seemed to echo in the back of her throat as her lips remained tightly ovaled around the boy's prick.
She nibbled uninhibitedly at the underside of his cock, where the glans joined the shaft, and was pleased by his response. He grunted hoarsely, and clenched the couch pillows on either side of him for moral support. His hips undulated slowly forward.
As Jane became more and more aroused by what she was doing, her cock-sucking became more feverish, more abandoned. She could feel the moisture building in her pussy, trickling along her thighs. She imagined how she must look, kneeling shamelessly in front of her young student, sucking his cock to rock-hard distraction.
The image only increased her excitement. Her head bobbed up and down over his scepter-like prick with demonic energy. Her tongue darted out from time to time, stabbing him, inciting him, making him shudder with pleasure. The satisfaction she felt from his responses was almost too strong. She enjoyed teaching him, making him feel good. But she enjoyed her power over him too. She enjoyed knowing he was totally dependent on her to bring him safely to a climactic landing far on the other side of paradise. He would remember her always for this wonderful thing she was doing for him.
Knowing she was torturing him, she raised her head from his cock an instant, smiled at him. "Does it feel good, Vince? Have you ever felt anything this good before?"
Frantic to get her back to sucking his cock, Vince answered at once. "Jeez, no, Mrs. Brenner. I've never had my cock sucked like this! Never!" He didn't want her to know he had never had his cock sucked at all until this very night. He didn't want to lose face.
She ran her tongue slowly, sensually over her lips. "Mmmmm ... I can taste you on my lips, darling. You came a little bit when I was sucking you. I love the way it tastes."
Vince could wait no longer. "God, Mrs. Brenner ... do it some more! Please!" He gripped her head firmly over her ears and forced her mouth back down onto his cock. The gesture satisfied him in more ways than one. He felt he had the upper hand once again.
Startled at first by her student's forceful move, Jane felt a momentary surge of rebellion. At once she realized that this was the wrong response. She had got him so excited that he couldn't stand to wait any more. That pleased her. With new relish, she worked her mouth up and down over his prick.
She was going to make him cum in her mouth. She was going to swallow all the thick rich juices of his climax.
Vince closed his eyes and lay his had back against the couch. He was too far gone now for anything but sheer mindless enjoyment. He thrust his hips upward, shoved his cock deep into her throat. He loved the hungry way she sucked him. It was true, the things he'd heard from older guys. Obviously, real women liked to suck cock as much as men liked to get their cocks sucked. It was a beautiful arrangement. A lazy smile played over his features. Goddamn, wouldn't the guys be impressed if they knew about this! Mrs. Brenner sucking his prick like crazy! They sure would be impressed!
His face contorted with the agony of intense pleasure as she brought him closer and closer to the threshold. He reached down and guided the bobbing motions of her head with both hands. He smiled at the sight of her disheveled, gold-spun hair. It seemed such a long time since he had given her that compliment that seemed to start everything off. "Yeah ... do it like that, Mrs. Brenner!"
Jane had no time to reply. Carried away by the obvious urgency of the boy's excitement, she sucked his swelling rod feverishly. She could tell by the way it was getting even harder inside her mouth that it wouldn't be long now before she'd be drinking his love-juices.
It happened even sooner than she expected. Suddenly her mouth was shot full of thick, pungent-tasting cum. She swallowed greedily, careful not to lose a drop.
"Ooooohhh, God, suck it! Swallow it all!" Vince held her head down over his prick until he had squirted the last of his heavy load. Then, with a deep sigh of contentment, he relaxed back against the sofa. His face wore an expression dreamy and faraway.
"Did you like that, darling?"
"Uh-huh!"
Her own need was so intense that Jane entertained the notion of baring her cunt to Vince and begging him to eat her. She thought better of it. He was still her student. She had gone far enough. It would be some time, she knew, before Vince could digest all that had happened to him already this evening.
She gave him a quick peck on the forehead and stole quietly from the room. The stated boy was dozing comfortably, restoring his lost energy.
It had been a wonderful adventure that had reaffirmed Jane's confidence in her sexuality. She was waiting for just the right man ... one who could satisfy her need for sexual pleasure and at the same time treat her like a queen. She was ready to love him physically, if not emotionally. She was sure there must be many wealthy men who were on the lookout for a girl just like her.
The incident with Vince had been an affair of the passions, not of the head. She planned to bury it in her stock of sweet memories, bring it out from time to time and dust it off. She was completely taken aback when it surfaced only days later, from what should have been an innocent third party.
Tom Stevens was the best student in the class, a quiet boy who generally minded his own business. Though he was more interested in books than carousing, he was popular among the other students. What they knew, he knew. He stayed after school one evening and approached Jane nervously. She knew at once that something was up. Tom was generally very relaxed with her. As a teacher, she appreciated his enthusiasm for her lessons, and she tended to encourage him more than the others. She felt there was a mutual trust and respect between them.
"What is it, Tom?" The smile froze on her face when he failed to reciprocate. This was serious all right.
"There's something I think you should know, Mrs. Brenner. I don't like to be a snitch, but I don't want to see you get hurt either. Someone's got to warn you..."
"About what, Tom?"
"Vince has been talking all about the night the two of you ... well ... did sexy things together. The kids have been talking about you a lot, Mrs.
Brenner. They don't know what to think about you." Tom was obviously miserable. He stared unwaveringly at the floor. "I just wanted to warn you so you could ... be careful or something."
Panic rang in Jane's ears. This could mean a swift end to her teaching career! There must be something she could do or say. She took several deep breaths to collect herself.
She was impressed by how calm her voice sounded when she finally spoke. "This story distresses me deeply, Tom. I'm very grateful to you for bringing it to my attention. You weren't being a snitch at all. You were acting like a responsible person and I respect you for it." She paused a moment. Her face wore a grave, but calm expression, totally out of harmony with the wild thumping in her chest. "I don't like to discuss one student with another, Tom. But I feel I owe you an explanation, in return for your loyalty. Vince is a very fine boy, Tom, but I'm afraid he has his problems emotionally. He was put in my class because of the very need for attention that's so obvious in his utterly false story. He apparently thought a story like that would make him a big man on campus. I guess it did, but I want you, of all people, Tom, to know there's not a word of truth in it."
Her student's face relaxed into a broad grin. He looked even more relieved than Jane felt. "Jeez, I'm glad to hear you say that, Mrs. Brenner."
Jane looked shocked. "You mean you believed him, Tom? she teased him. "Tsk, tsk."
The boy blushed a bright scarlet. "No ... of course I didn't believe him, Mrs. Brenner. It's just that everybody was ... you know ... talking about it. It gets confusing after a while."
"I understand exactly what you mean, Tom. That's why stories like that are so dangerous. People love to think there's something about the other person that is sordid and shameful. One of the sadder aspects of human nature."
"I hope you don't think I'm like that, Mrs. Brenner." He was worried.
"Of course not, Tom. You've been just as much a victim of the story as I have."
They parted company in the hall. Tom vowed to spread the truth about the story right away. He looked proud as a knight in shining armor as he waved good-bye to his teacher.
Jane was pleased with the way she'd handled the situation. She hadn't majored in psychology for nothing. She still remembered how to pass the hotseat back to her inquisitor.
CHAPTER THREE
Rather than being upset by Vince's disclosure of their intimate encounter, Jane looked upon it as a test which she had passed with flying colors. She had always felt restricted by her role as a teacher. She had a certain image to maintain.
She was beginning to understand that, if she kept her cool, she could experiment a little with her lifestyle. It was time for the timid little girl that lurked inside Jane Brenner to grow up. Already, she felt, she had changed radically from the woman she had been when she was Mike Brenner's wife.
Her Saturdays became shopping days geared to suiting her outer image to the inner woman she wanted to let loose. She bought incense and candles and gaily decorated strips of material to change the face of her apartment. It became cozier, warmer, more romantic.
She found herself a vintner and began to stock her shelves with good wines. She became accustomed to enjoying a couple of glasses of wine with her evening meal. She searched import stores for little touches of the old world to add sophistication to her home, her wardrobe and her palate.
One sunny Saturday morning, she visited a gourmet cheese shop. She wanted to try different kinds of cheese, the kinds they served in the imagine French restaurants. She surveyed the endless array of cheeses displayed in the long coolers. Where to begin?
"May I suggest, for the breakfast table, a nice Danish brie? It's very smooth ... good with rolls or muffins...."
Startled, Jane turned toward the man standing beside her. He was a trim handsome man, about fifty, with a sophisticated streak of gray in his hair and his carefully manicured moustache. He wore a conservative suit and tie, perfectly fitted. His entire appearance bespoke a man who could pay for the very best.
Jane let a slow, amused smile curl across her features. She did not want to appear too eager. "I like brie ... yes. But I was looking for something a little different."
"Wonderful! A woman of discriminating tastes! I think you would be pleased with my cheese board. I have my cheese flown in every month, direct from a New York importer."
Jane was very impressed. She certainly did not want to let this one get away. This was the kind of man she had been hoping to meet for weeks. She chose her words carefully.
"What a perfect idea! That's really the only way to be absolutely sure to get what you want."
His direct, gray eyes sparkled. "Yes. I'm a man who makes sure he gets exactly what he wants." His look disarmed Jane. She realized then that she was in the presence of a very powerful man, as well as a rich one.
She knew she could have no choice but to respect this tall stranger. "I'd say, too, that you're a man who wants only the very best."
When he smiled like he was smiling now, it was easy to see the eager, handsome boy he had once been. "I think we understand each other. I could tell at once that you were not an ordinary woman. For one thing, you're much too beautiful to be ordinary."
They stared speechless at one another for long seconds, totally oblivious to the quiet activity going on around them. Jane could feel her heart beating fast. She sensed victory on the wind. This striking man was obviously very interested in her. What she had been working for had come to pass. She had managed to project the image she knew she needed to attract the man she knew she wanted. Already she could see herself as his kept mistress-a glamorous apartment, weekend cruises aboard his yacht, flights to Paris for quiet dinners.
When he suggested they go to his apartment for wine and cheese, Jane had no choice but to agree. It was as though she were already following the dictates of a preordained fate.
His apartment was everything she had expected it to be. The furniture, drapes and rugs were of the finest quality. A few tasteful ornaments indicated that the man had traveled. Most were Asian.
"I love the orientals," he told her. "They have such a wonderful sense of order in the universe."
When Jane at last asked him for his name, he was mysterious. "I'd like you to know me as Lars. The rest is unimportant to our relationship. It would only get in the way. You might make certain expectations of me, which I could not fulfill."
She felt angry for a moment. What did he think she was? A golddigger? She let the feeling pass. That would certainly get in the way. She was here and that was the important thing. "I'm Jane. I like it this way. It means I'll have to learn everything about you just from what I see."
He grinned as he opened a bottle of Burgundy "Don't forget actions. They always speak louder than words."
The lusty tingle deep in her belly reminded Jane that she was very horny as well as just plain eager to improve her lot in the world. His suggestive comment hade her realize that Lars was a very attractive man, as well as a rich one. It would not be hard for her to turn on to him at all.
They ate cheese on little crackers and finished the liter of wine between them. The lightheadedness Jane was experiencing only improved her already high spirits. When he took her into his bedroom to show her the magnificent view of the city, she expected that they would end up in bed. She was surprised when he took her arm and led her firmly back into the living room.
She had stolen a look at herself in the bedroom mirror. She looked very attractive in her yellow wraparound blouse and her fitted skirt. Her face looked flushed and pretty. She had been doing her best to be lively company.
Had she failed somehow? Why didn't he want to go to bed with her?
"Would you like some Grand Marnier? I think it's such a pleasant thing to slip in the afternoon."
She was heartened. At least he wasn't eager to get rid of her. "I would, thank you. I love a.good liqueur."
He had been sitting on the couch next to her.
Now he sat in a plush armchair facing her. They sipped their drinks in silence. He was staring at her, studying her. Jane felt like a starlet trying out for a part. The intense scrutiny made her nervous, but she didn't dare show it. She wanted to convince Lars that she was a match for him and his sophisticated tastes. She heaved a sigh of relief when he finally spoke.
"Jane, I can see that you're an intelligent woman. I feel like there's no need to beat around the bush with you. I can tell you straight out what my position is. I expect you to take my proposition in the spirit in which it's offered. This is business. I'm not trying to insult you." He reached into his pocket and laid a hundred-dollar bill on the coffee table between them.
His gesture, and his words, intrigued Jane. She felt she was on the verge of an adventure. "You can be completely frank with me, Lars. I'm very interested in good business, and in the finer things in life."
"Good. I was sure you were." He pushed the bill a little farther across the table in her direction. "I'm a very busy man, Jane. I travel a lot. I work hard. When I have some free time, I like to play hard. I like to know that I have people I can be with when I want to be with when I want to be with people. By the same token, I want to choose my times of solitude. You get what I'm saying?"
"I think so." She smiled. She was feeling more comfortable now. "I think you're saying that you're not a romantic."
"But I am! I'm romantic enough to think that life should be a wonderful adventure, full of unexpected dips and turns. But if you're talking about the matter of love ... I have to admit that there I am a complete pragmatist."
Jane's jaw set hard. "So am I."
He looked rather amused by her intensity. "Just divorced?"
Feeling defensive now, she was reluctant to admit that he had hit the nail on the head. She ignored his question. "Men tend to disbelieve that women can be just as practical as they are. I think we're better when we set out minds to it."
He looked pleased. "Excellent. I knew I had found my woman, the moment I laid eyes on you this morning."
She was still somewhat defensive, but his flattery had softened her. "How did you know that?"
"Because you looked like a woman who had discovered the better things in life, and who was willing to take a few risks to get at them. You also looked very sexy. I've never seen a woman so conscious of her body. Every move you make reminds me of what you hide-very pleasingly-under those clothes."
In the last few weeks, she had been working at expressing outwardly the sensuous nature that she had so long kept on the inside. It seemed her efforts had been a complete success. Perhaps what she had started to suspect was true. Men responded to her because she was an unusually sexy woman-not simply because she was a woman. She forced them to remember what they kept hidden in their pants. The idea excited her. She was getting hot right now.
"I'm glad you recognized me, Lars. I'm glad to be here. And I'm very interested in hearing about your proposition."
He nodded toward the money on the table. "That's yours."
She smiled, but made no move to reach for the bill. "Thank you."
"There are terms, of course."
Jane's heart beat fast. She was excited and at the same time a little frightened by the reality of what she had so long hoped for. She was about to become a kind of prostitute, though she preferred not to think of it that way. She would simply be well rewarded for the very valuable commodity she could offer men. "I thought there would be terms. I'm all ears, as they say."
He glanced significantly at her breasts and smiled. "Oh no, you're not, honey."
She looked down at her ripe swelling tits and back up at him. "You like?"
"Yes. I like." He was impressed by her composure. He had been looking for a woman who could accept a challenge. He had wanted to see how she reacted to his long, silent scrutiny; to his flagrant offer of money. She was handling it all just fine. The idea that he had finally found a woman who could turn him on the way he liked to be turned on titillated him. He was sure now that she would be able to handle the demands he intended to make of her.
Excited, nervous, she waited for him to state his terms.
"I'd like us to be able to get together from time to time, Jane ... when it's convenient ... for both of us. I've some friends I think you'd enjoy meeting. Some very influential people."
So far, she liked what she was hearing. "Sounds fine."
"Right now, though, I have something on my mind ... something I'd like you to do for me, Jane. Would you like to do something for me?"
The slow, hypnotic spell of his voice, the aroused gleam in his eyes, made Jane's cunt moist. She felt like she was in his power now. He was paying her well. It was up to her to do his bidding. "Yes, Lars. What would you like me to do for you?"
"I want you to play with yourself. I want you to make yourself cum while I watch."
The very luridness of the idea made her pussy throb. But she was afraid. She had never played with herself before, except in absolute privacy. To have someone watching her ... she didn't think she'd be able to do it. It wouldn't feel right.
"I don't think I can do it." Her words were a half-whisper. She knew now that she was in his power and she didn't want to displease him.
"Will you try, Jane? For me?"
"Yes," she replied meekly.
He was enjoying the way she was responding to his lewd suggestion. She obviously was not revolted by it, but she was a little unsure of herself. She was expected to make a show of her most secret depravity. He was confident that he could make her do it. It was a matter of coaxing her, of letting her know she was responsible to him for the success of her mission. "Good girl. Now, why don't you raise your skirt high up over your hips? That's it ... all the way to your hips. Ah-hah ... no panties! Delightful! Does it excite you to walk about that way, Jane?"
She realized he was speaking to her now almost as if she were a child. Her response was to become that child-woman for him. She felt small and shy and excited. Her knees trembled as she held them close together. The thought that he was staring at the exposed, red-blonde triangle of her pussy made the juices surge from her cunt. She wondered if she was leaving a stain on the couch beneath her. "Yes ... I like to feel the breeze washing over me. It makes my clit get hard."
"I can't see your clitoris, Jane. I want to see it, Open your legs for me, Jane so I can see your whole cunt."
Quivering with excitement, she parted her legs a little way. She could feel the air assaulting her vulnerable moist furrow. She was tempted to pull her legs together again, but she didn't dare. The hundred-dollar bill on the table gave her courage.
"Wider." His voice was firm, almost harsh. "I want them very wide apart, So I can see everything."
She did as she was told. She had never felt so completely defenseless. The situation stimulated her. Being in this room in this situation with the man called Lars was the most exciting thing she had ever done in her life. Mere months ago, she would never have even dreamed of doing this. She was proud of her new boldness.
What turned Lars on more than actually screwing was having a woman under his power. He enjoyed watching them submit to his orders, his obscene comments, his apparent detachment from their sexual vulnerability. None of it was amusing, however, unless the woman was sensual enough to be able to get into the spirit of the "play acting". Jane was perfect. It was apparent from the way she was trembling, from the misty look in her eyes, that she was thoroughly absorbed in what was happening to her. He could see how wet that wide-open pink slit between her legs was getting. "Put your hand down there, Jane. Touch your pussy."
Slowly she lowered her hand to her thigh and eased it in toward her shamelessly splayed cunt. Her thumb grazed her clitoris. "Ooohh!" The effect was delightful enough to inspire her to rub a little more. She was watching her hand now rather than Lars. It was easier that way. She was becoming absorbed in the effects her hand was creating. Her clitoris stood up hard, under the rough contact of her hand.
"It's feeling good now, isn't it, Jane? Goddamn, that little clitoris of yours is really standing up there, isn't it? Just like a tiny cock!"
Preoccupied as she was by her self-manipulations, Jane didn't miss the tell-tale sign of Lars' excitement. His language was becoming more obscene, less care full than it had been so far. She looked up at him. His eyes were focused so intently on her fingers working at her pussy that he didn't seem to realize he was being observed. She looked own toward his crotch. Sure enough. There was a prominent bulge concealed inside his tight-fitting pants.
The atmosphere in the living room had changed significantly. There was a hush, a tension, an excitement that hadn't been there before. Both she and Lars had become participants in a wanton fantasy. They were becoming intimate while remaining completely detached from one another. The situation titillated Jane.
No longer self-conscious about masturbating in front of a near-stranger, she began to explore the wet fleshy slit of her cunt more urgently. She continued to watch him as her finger circled round and round her clitoris, then slipped down and up into her hotly spasming hole.
"Oooohhh, God," she moaned. "That feels good. So damned good. I need that so bad." She licked her lips. They were becoming very dry. The lust on Lars' features stimulated her own.
She wanted him to know how she was. She wanted him to feel as hot as she felt. She moved her finger in and out of her clinging pussy with hypnotic regularity. "Ooooohhh ... it feels so good in there! Jee-zuz! Aaaahhh, yessss! Yessss! I like what you made me do, Lars! I like it so much! I like fucking myself in front of you!"
Her words made his cock lurch inside his pants. Even with all the world-wide experience he had enjoyed over the years, Lars could not remember ever having encountered a woman as sexy, as uninhibited as this Jane. Sure, others would have done what she was doing just as willingly or moreso. But no other had responded so totally ... had made herself so completely a part of his fantasy.
"Jee-zuz, Jane, that cunt of yours sure is wet. It's shining like it's studded with diamonds. I bet you're going to blow any minute now, aren't you, baby?"
"Pretty soon, Lars. It feels soooo good." Her eyes were becoming heavy, so it was harder for her to concentrate on his face. Her thumb grazed her clitoris while her finger rammed in and out of her tight pussy-hole. Her hand was wet with the flow of her juices. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and slid down a little on the couch. She let her eyes close. "Oh Lars ... I want to cum. I want to cum so bad."
A sensual smile hovered over his features as Lars watched her finger-fuck herself on his couch. Her face grew scarcely recognizable as lust distorted every feature. Her finger seemed to fly in and out of the tight pink hole of her cunt. He enjoyed the lewd way she spread her legs wide and hunched her ass upward as she climbed closer and closer to the top. She was the image of urgent, spontaneous lust.
"Ooooohh, yeah, baby! That's the way! Do it! Come on! Do it for daddy!"
Jane squinted her eyes and rammed her finger deep in her cunt. All of a sudden, she was gone, shuddering in the delicious contortions of orgasm. "Oh yesssss! It's sooo good! I'm cummmming-g-g!"
Once the climax had passed, reality closed in on Jane quickly. She felt a quick stab of fear. What had she done? She must have no sense of shame whatsoever.
She opened her eyes and saw Lars looking at her. He was smiling. He was pleased with her.
"You're an exceptional girl, Jane. You really are. I'm very glad we met."
Jane's self-doubts vanished. She had done the right thing after all. And now the hundred dollars was all hers ... unless he had something else to ask of her. That big bulge in his pants had vanished, but Jane couldn't be sure what he was thinking. She had never met anyone like Lars before.
He asked her for nothing else, but slipped the hundred-dollar bill into the inviting cleavage of her blouse. "Will that be safe there?"
Jane smiled brightly. She was his equal again, ready to give blow for blow. "Don't worry. Nothing bad's going to happen to that!"
"Good girl. I'd like you to come to a weekend party at a friend's house next week. Can you make it?"
She didn't hesitate. "Yes."
"Good. I'll get my secretary to phone you with the details."
It wasn't the most tender parting in the world, but that wasn't what Jane was looking for anyway. She had a hundred dollars snuggled between her tits, in return for barely two hours of her time. She had a new friend, a man of wealth and influence.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jane got a call from Lars' secretary who told her he would meet her for brunch at eleven Saturday morning at the Hotel Ritz.
On impulse, Jane went out and bought herself a brand new dress for the occasion. She had never visited the best hotel in town. Even the cover charge was more than she and Mike had ever been able to afford. It gave her a sense of accomplishment to realize how far and fast she was moving, now that she was free of her husband. She didn't even have to dip into her savings to buy the dress. She had the hundred dollars from Lars to spend however she wanted.
She felt confident of her attractiveness as she walked into the hotel lobby Saturday morning. People, men and women, turned to stare, their eyes conveying their admiration or their jealousy, depending on whether they saw her as a lover or a rival. Her reflection in the huge wall mirrors showed her a slender voluptuous beauty, her red-gold hair shining in soft curls around her face. Her new off-white dress clung tightly to her full breasts, leaving a generous slit of cleavage in the middle. The material flowed softly over her hips, accenting every step she took.
She sat on one of the lounge divans and opened a magazine. She wasn't reading. She was enjoying the expectancy of the watching faces as their owners tried to decide whether to approach her.
It was at that moment that Lars approached her.
"Good morning, Jane. You look lovely this morning. Fabulous!"
His obvious admiration pleased Jane. "I'm a little early, I think. I expected a wait."
He smiled a little disdainfully. "I was here when you arrived. I didn't let on, because I wanted to watch you when you didn't know I was watching.
You caused quite a stir, you know. But, of course, you knew. You knew you were getting all that attention, and you knew you deserved it. I like that. You've got class, Jane."
"Thank you. And thank you for the flowers. They arrived this morning."
"A token of my admiration. I'm not a romantic, Jane, but I am a connoisseur of objects of art."
"Am I an object of art?"
He took her arm and guided her smoothly through the clusters of well-dressed idlers. "Living sculpture, my dear," he whispered, so she alone could hear.
The matre d' recognized Lars at once and led them to a secluded booth next to a large bay window. The view overlooked the hotel gardens, overflowing with lush flora.
"Sometimes I forget what a beautiful place I live in. It really is lovely." Jane was high ... on the sheer thrill of being in beautiful surroundings, with a handsome, well-dressed, wealthy man, who admired her and showered her with attention. He ordered champagne at once and they toasted to "a long and fruitful friendship."
"Are you wearing panties?"
She blushed, felt the moisture surge between her thighs. "No, of course not. I told you. It feels good this way."
"Good. All during the meal, I'll be thinking of that lovely little fiery slit down there. I like to think of it warm and wet, hungry for attention."
"Then that's the way it'll be." It excited her to think of how obscene their conversation was, her in a public place. She got hot as her mind toyed with the possibilities for this mysterious weekend with Lars' friends. She felt very glad to be alive on this fine, sunny morning, hovering on the brink of adventure.
The champagne increased Jane's high spirits. She feasted on the brunch. Their waiter hovered over their table constantly, lighting their cigarettes, seeing to their every wish. Jane reveled in the attention. She had always felt she was born for luxury, and now she knew it was true. She felt right at home here in the midst of all this style and elegance. She promised herself that this would be her way of life from now on, no matter what she had to do to secure it.
As they sat back over their coffee and liqueur, Lars passed a small package under the table to her. He let it rest right in the vee of her crotch. As her cunt throbbed in response to the unexpected attention, she picked up the box and opened it. Inside were two large hooped earrings.
"They're beautiful, Lars! Thank you."
"Put them on. Women with rings in their ears turn me on."
"Oh ... they feel so sexy, the way they brush against my neck."
"That's the idea. Did you know that was the original intention behind great dangling earrings ... to keep the woman in a constant state of arousal ... for the convenience of her man ... or men."
What he was telling her was making Jane's whole body tremble with eager excitement. It was as though she were being initiated into a cult ... proclaimed a love goddess. Soon she would be finding out more about the man or men she was to please.
They left the hotel and Lars led her to his silver Jaguar. Jane had never ridden in such a luxurious vehicle.
"Wow, Lars ... I mean ... this car is absolutely gorgeous. I love it!"
"A beautiful woman like you belongs in a car like this."
She looked boldly at him. "Yes. That's what I think. It took me a long time to appreciate just what I do deserve."
"That's what experience is for." He reached over and caressed the nape of her neck. Then his mouth searched for hers. His kiss was deep, open, intensely sensual. Jane could feel her belly tingling in aching response to his ardor. She wanted to make love so badly. Her morning's successes had primed her to a wanton peak of preparedness.
Her heart leaped in response as he guided her hand toward his loins. Her fingers encountered the long fleshy shaft of his cock. When had he pulled that out? She didn't know. But she liked the firm rubbery feel of it.
"Ooooohhh ... mmmmm..." He was still kissing her. She ran her fingers gently up and down his stiff member. "Can we go somewhere?" she asked urgently.
"Why not right here?" he asked in a voice hoarse with lust. "I'd like you to suck my prick right here. Right now. Do it for me, Jane."
The urgency, and the daring of what he was asking her made Jane tremble with excitement. They were parked in a far corner of the hotel lot, partly protected by a dangling cascade of fuschia. Still it would be incredibly bold to suck a man's cock right here, risking at every moment the chance of discovery.
The more she thought about what he was asking her, the more abandonedly her fingers worked over his hard cock. She wanted to do this lewd act. She wanted to suck his prick right in the parking lot, in broad daylight.
Draping herself carefully over the gear panel that separated their two seats, she stuck out her tongue and licked greedily at the purple swollen head of his cock. At once, his hips lunged upward and he forced her to take his whole throbbing cock-shaft deep in her throat.
"Hhhhhnnnnnhh! Mnnnnnn!" She was like a slave to his pulsing prick. His hands held her head firmly, allowing her just enough freedom to work up and down over his cock, but not enough to pull free. Hot swells of juices surged from her pussy as she responded mind and spirit to the idea of being forced to do the man's bidding like this. He had treated her like a grand lady in the hotel. Now he was treating her like a common whore. She loved every minute of it. Lars was an exciting man. He knew how to treat a woman like her. Better than she herself would have known to tell him how to treat her.
"Now suck my cock, Jane! Suck it hard! Show me what you're made of, baby!"
His voice was scarcely recognizable as that of the calm sophisticate Lars had been inside the hotel. Though she couldn't see it, Jane could imagine how his face must look right now-slack and passion-swollen, the way it had been last Saturday when he had watched her play with herself. Responding to his sexual urgency, She began to move her mouth feverishly over his lovely long cock. She wanted to make him groan. She wanted to make him beg for more of her silver tonguing. She wanted to show him what a real woman was like ... Lars was going to get even more than he had bargained for in Jane Brenner!
Her tongue stabbed boldly into the little slit in the head of his prick. It wiggled down over his bulbous glans. It flicked soft, wet and supple over the sensitive underside that tried to jerk right out of her grasp as she licked his cock to even greater rigidity.
"Oh yes, Jane! You're my kind of woman all right! Jee-zuz!"
Jane could hear laughing voices somewhere in the parking lot, but she was too much absorbed in what was happening inside Lars' Jaguar to care if people discovered them. The only important thing in the world right now was the thick hard cock in her mouth.
Even as she slaved for his pleasure, Jane knew that it had never been this important to her before to please a man. Lars represented something important to her ... something no man had stood for before. Rather than love, from Lars she looked for adventure, money, contacts, independence. All the things that would keep her from ever being victim to a man again. She wanted Lars to like her lovemaking so much that he would be willing to do equally nice things for her. Presents, money, travels, experiences ... those were the things she wanted from Lars and his friends.
In addition to the practical aspects, she was more than willing to get her own pleasure from the sex Lars demanded of her. She wanted to learn about her body and its limits. She wanted to feel free ... to lose herself in her own sensuality.
It thrilled her intensely to be lewd, abandoned, totally self-indulgent. She had experienced more intense, depraved excitement in her two sessions with Lars than she had ever known before in her life.
Her head bobbed recklessly up and down over the man's hard-swollen cock. Her lips fluttered feverishly over every vein, every inch of membrane. Her reward was the way his prick responded to her. Jerked with passionate hunger. Grew hard as steel in her mouth. A short jet of fluid spurted into her mouth, and she had her first taste of his cum. "Mmmmmm," she murmured around his filling intrusion. She wanted more of that, and she started to milk him with her supple lips.
"God! God! There's some people talking over by their car. I wonder what they'd think if they knew ... if they knew how your mouth is making my prick ache to explode into your gut. God, you're a sexy woman, Jane! Suck my cock, baby. Suck it!"
His words exploded in tight little gasps. Every lewd utterance made Jane's pussy throb with arousal. Oblivious to the discomfort of her position, she slaved on. Her brain whirled, fired by the tantalizing obscenity of the act she was performing, shamelessly, in a parking lot in the middle of town. Though her pussy ached for attention, she continued to pay exclusive attention to Lars' cock. Her fingers as well as her mouth worked on its rigid shaft now. She was determined to drink deep of his welling juices, and soon.
The air in the car felt hot, sticky, close. The only sounds were the occasional slurps of Jane's lips and Lars' low throaty groans. His fingers wound more tightly than ever into her hair. "Suck me! Suck me harder, bitch! Shit, yes! That's it! Ah, jee-zuz!"
He was blowing in her. In hot stream after stream, his roiling juices surged into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily to get it all, to fill her belly to overflowing with the most savory dessert of them all. When she was done, she looked up at him, and licked her lips lewdly. The dazed lust in her eyes matched his own.
"You're good, Jane. You're good." It seemed an effort for him to speak. He lay his head back against the rest and closed his eyes. His fingers stroked her hair gently. Jane licked his cock to clean perfection, then tucked it back inside his fly. She sat back in her own seat, leaving one hand to rest in his lap.
"Light me a cigarette, Jane." , She lit one for each of them. A couple of drags seemed to restore his energy. He started the car and drove out of the lot. When they were waiting at a signal, he turned and smiled at her. Jane could see by his look that he was once again in complete possession of himself.
"I want you to take your skirt off, Jane. I want you to sit your bare ass on the seat."
Quivering expectantly, she did as she was told, then smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. She looked perfectly respectable, but the cool contact of the leather on her wet pussy-slit and her buttocks made her feel weak with erotic hunger.
"I bet the leather feels good on your twat, doesn't it, baby?"
Jane could never get over the sound of those obscene words spoken in Lars' refined, cultured voice. Somehow, they seemed even sexier when he said them.
He stopped at a liquor store and came out with an open bottle of champagne. "I thought we'd celebrate on the road."
They passed the bottle back and forth as they drove along deserted country roads. Jane opened her window wide and let the breeze lift her curls and scatter them where it would. The sensation made her feel intensely free, intensely sexy. She never forgot for a moment that she was naked under her skirt ... that her crotch was grazing wantonly against the leather seat.
When they were well out in the country, Lars looked with interest over at the red-blonde triangle of her pussy, framed by a lacy white garter belt. "Why don't you just keep it like that? I like to look at you."
She took a long drink of the champagne and passed it back to him. She was feeling very giddy. Her pussy was throbbing demandingly. She felt she had to do something to relieve its longing. She let her hands rest on her lap, and wriggled her fingers slightly from time to time, to brush over her clit.
Soon her own teasing forced her to go farther. She had to have more. She slid forward in the seat and parted her legs. Her fingertip circled round the swollen pink bud of her clitoris.
Lars grinned at her. Jane wasn't sure if she liked the look. It frightened her a little. "Can't wait, eh, baby?"
She was too vulnerable to fight him. Her lips pouted in a baby pout.
"No," she moaned defiantly.
"Go ahead, Jane. Get it off. It'll put you in the right mood for my friends."
A mere ten minutes before they arrived at their destination, she slumped forward on her seat, her body wracked with the pain-pleasure of release. The alcohol helped make her climax more intense than ever. She could feel her juices sticky on her thighs as she stood up, smoothed down her dress.
She was about to meet Lars' fabled friends.
CHAPTER FIVE
Once she was on her feet, Jane discovered she was more tipsy than she would have liked. She wanted to be on her best behavior for Lars' friends. When she was this high, she could never be sure what she would do next. Still, her spirits were good. She decided to relax and let herself enjoy.
Lars took her arm and guided her toward a sprawling, early century country house. There were several outbuildings scattered on either side of the house. All were covered in stucco. All were half overgrown with flowers. The house itself was Spanish in inspiration. It reminded Jane of the old missions she had visited in the area. The absolute stillness and beauty calmed her. Already she envied Lars' friends for living in the midst of such luxurious serenity.
They were admitted to the house by a servant, a woman of middle age with a totally inexpressive face. Lars spoke to her in Spanish. She led them to a large room that was lined with books and animal head trophies that dotted the vacant patches between shelves.
"She said the others would come to meet us in a short while. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable, won't you, Jane?"
He was being formal with her again. Jane suddenly felt very alone in the house. Lars picked up a book and began to read. She tried to do the same, but she was far too nervous to concentrate. She went to a window and looked out. In the distance, she could see a tall, slender woman walking with a big dog. Even from so far away, Jane got a strong impression of the woman's breeding and sophistication.
Though the woman looked formidable, Jane was relieved to get a glimpse of one of their hosts, at least. It made her feel less strange.
"Are you nervous or something, Jane?"
His testy voice alarmed her, so deeply was she absorbed in her own thoughts. "No, of course not. What makes you think that?" She would never admit her self-doubts to Lars. The edge in his voice now reminded her of the exact nature of their relationship. She knew so little about him. She suspected she would probably never know much more.
"Then why don't you sit down and read? They'll be awhile. No point in pacing."
She didn't bother to tell him that she wasn't pacing-she was merely standing quietly by the window. Instead, she obeyed his suggestion. She took a book from the shelves this time, and sat down with it. She opened it at random.
The first sight that greeted her eyes made her drop the book on the floor. She picked it up abruptly, fearful that she might disturb Lars. He paid her no heed.
Again, she studied the picture that had shocked her. It showed a beautiful young woman who was kneeling in animal position on a bare floor. Her blouse was torn open. Several buttons were missing. Her ripe, melon-size tits swelled from the gap in the material. Her skirt was pushed up over her bare ass-cheeks. A dog had its snout shoved between her buttocks. She was looking round over her shoulder at the dog. The picture had been snapped just at the moment that the dog's tongue was lapping hungrily over her hidden slit. The expression on the woman's face showed clearly that she enjoyed what was happening to her.
After studying the incredible photo for several moments, Jane shut the book. Through her mind raced a picture of the woman walking in the yard, with the big dog. Did that woman, possibly her hostess, let the dog do to her what the woman in the picture was permitting? Her brain rebelled at the thought. Impossible. Then what was the book doing here?
Suddenly Jane laughed aloud. It was a nervous response that helped relieve the pressure. As she replaced the offensive book on the shelves, she wondered at her own naivete. How silly she was being! If the book she had picked up had been a murder mystery, would she have suspected her hostess of murder? She tossed her head, felt the earring loops brush against her neck. Her body tingled with excitement.
"What are you giggling about?" Lars asked as he stood up and walked over to a tall mahogany cabinet.
Jane was relieved to see that he no longer appeared vexed or preoccupied. He smiled at her as he opened the cabinet to reveal a well-stocked liquor chest.
"Thirsty?" he asked her.
She responded at once to his friendly manner. "Yes. I'd love a drink. Something yummy."
She stood behind him while he mixed drinks. Her fingers explored his shoulders, his back and his ass under his light suit coat. It amazed her to think she had not even made love to Lars yet ... screwed him. They had shared so much intimacy in the short space of the acquaintance. But he had never once indicated any desire to stick his cock in her pussy.
The drink was good ... creamy ... almost like an eggnog. While they drank, he slipped his hand up under her dress and caressed her fuzzy triangle. "Hot and wet down there ... just the way I like it."
The found the courage to ask the question. "Why haven't we ever made love, Lars?" She grinned devilishly. "I want you to screw me."
"Do you now? Well, I'm not sure that that's part of our agreement." He was being superior ... indulging her. She wasn't sure she liked it.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't worry, beautiful Jane." He chucked her under the chin, then kissed her lightly on the lips. "You'll get all the screwing you want."
He shoved his finger deep into her cunt, then pulled it abruptly out. She uttered a little cry. Her pussy throbbed with excitement. He was as much as telling her that his friends would be making love to her. It seemed so depraved, to be brought to this house, to people she didn't even know, as a kind of love offering. She shook her head, to feel the earrings caressing her neck. "Whatever you say, Lars." She smiled submissively, then consumed the rest of her drink in one long swallow. "May I have another?"
She was partway through her second drink when the library door opened. They were joined by two men and the woman and dog that Jane had seen before. Lars introduced them to Jane as Eric and Sean, Mavis and Cork, the German shepherd. The men were fortyish, prosperous-looking, handsome in their worldly way. Mavis was even more striking close-up than she had been from a distance. Jane could hardly take her eyes off her. Looking at Mavis was like looking at a precious painting. She was stunning.
When Jane had seen her before, her hair had been close to her head. Now it streamed long and black straight down over her shoulders. Her characteristic gesture was to toss it back from time to time, showing the perfection of her aquiline profile.
"Mavis was a New York model. Very successful." Lars had noticed Jane's stare. "I see you're impressed."
He had embarrassed Jane. She tried to cover herself. "I didn't mean to stare. But you did look familiar to me. Perhaps I've been your photo somewhere."
"Perhaps." Her smile was a little wan, Jane thought. She felt this was someone who would be difficult to get to know. But Jane wanted to know her. There'd be time. They had all weekend.
The man called Eric, who apparently was the owner of the house, offered to show Jane around. She was surprised when the other didn't follow her out of the library. She was alone with Eric, who took her arm and led her upstairs. Jane could feel the effects of the alcohol, now that she was walking around. She felt ill-at-ease with this man. He said nothing to her, until they reached a small sunlit room, that looked like a sitting room. There was a round table in the center, and comfortable wicker chairs scattered here and there. There was a long divan in front of the windows.
"What a lovely little room!" Jane had determined not to speak until spoken to, but her enthusiasm got the better of her. She could imagine being a fine lady, sitting in this room, writing her letters and sipping tea brought in by the servant.
"I'm glad you like it, Jane." He was very sober and serious, but his eyes showed a flicker of interest as they rested on her breasts. "I thought we could get to know each other better in here. We won't be disturbed." He closed the door firmly and pulled something from his pocket. He handed it to her. "This is a little something for you. You might call it a welcoming present."
Jane giggled delightedly. "I thought the guests were supposed to bring the presents." What he had handed her was a little change purse, hand-beaded in bold patterns. When Jane opened it, she found a hundred-dollar bill tucked inside. She closed the purse and smiled demurely at her host. "Thank you, Eric. It's very generous of you."
"Not at all. I'm a firm believer in showing my appreciation for lovely creatures like yourself ... even before I've discovered their true worth. That's just a little token of my good intentions."
Jane was just tipsy enough to be stimulated by their bold conversation. She felt reckless, excited, eager to see what would happen next. "I hope you get your money's worth, Eric."
"I have no doubt of that, baby. A recommendation from Lars is as good as gold to me. Besides, just looking at you is worth every penny. You are pretty as a picture, you know that?" He leaned toward her and planted several kisses on the nape of her neck. She threw her head back to give him room to work. The sensations soared right down to her throbbing cunt. She was quivering with the sheer wantonness of the situation.
The man who had brought her to this strange house was downstairs in the library ... totally unconcerned, she knew, about the fact that her host was seducing her. She let herself be maneuvered. He bent her down over the table, so her ass was thrusting upward. She felt a cool wash of air as he raised her skirt up to her waist. Never had she felt more lewdly wanton, leaning over a table, showing her bare ass to a stranger.
Eric pulled on a garter strap, let it snap back into place. "Perfect. I like my girls in garters." His fingers roved excitedly over the round, taut swells of her buttocks. From time to time they drove in between her cheeks, tantalized her moist flesh. "Jeezuz! Beautiful ass!"
She moaned softly as she reveled in the inciting caresses of his fingertips. The very abandon of her position made her hungry for sexual stimulation. She undulated her hips slightly, raised them higher, encouraging his fingers to explore more of her aroused cunt-slit. "Mmmmmm ... nice!"
The eager movements of his hands belied the man's outwardly stoic manner. He grabbed at her naked smooth flesh, dug his nails into her harshly enough to hurt if she weren't already so excited. "Like that, do you, baby? Jeez! You're a hot little bitch! Greedy little whore, aren't you, Janie?"
Rather than insulting her, his words drove Jane to a fever-pitch of excitement. For these people, she was a bitch, a whore ... but she was high class ... and they were ready to pay for the privilege. "Oooohh, yesssss ... I do like what you're doing to me! Your fingers feel so good on my pussy!"
Her cunt was blazing with desire. It had been some time now since she had been fucked. And she wanted a hard stiff cock splitting her pussy wide with an urgent desire she had never known before.
Suddenly, without warning, she had what she wanted. Eric had pulled out his cock and was shoving it deep into her wet welcoming hole.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee! God, it's good!" She squirmed her ass wantonly back at him. He responded at once by establishing a rough humping rhythm, sending his cock soaring into the depths of her belly again and again.
Jane felt weak. The combination of all the excitement, and all the alcohol she had drunk since brunch, was turning her body into a squirming, unthinking mass of spontaneous response. She closed her eyes and felt the cool brush of the wood against her cheek as her ass grew hotter and hotter with depraved arousal. "Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" she urged him.
She was getting a double thrill out of their quick coupling. She was enjoying the feeling of the cock surging into her pussy. And, almost more than that, she was enjoying the thoughts of what she was doing ... being wanton, depraved, a loose woman! She felt free! So free! For a moment she wondered what old Mike Brenner, her dear ex-husband, would think if he could see her now. The thought made her want to giggle, though she moaned instead.
Her pussy was getting more and more open, wetter and wetter. This man Eric fucked with the energy of a steam-driven piston. His cock was rock hard, harder than any cock Jane had ever felt before. He drove it relentlessly into her smoldering twat, as though his very life depended on the pleasure he was gleaning from her pussy.
"Jeez! I love fucking you, Jane! I love the way your cunt grabs my cock!"
In her erotic delirium, Jane managed a smile of victory. She was hearing just what she wanted to hear. She wanted these men to get hooked on her and her wild fucking, sucking ... whatever they wanted. She wanted to keep them coming back for more!
"Oh God, Eric! Do it to me!" she wailed excitedly. "I've never had such good hard cock! Never!"
Her flattery had its effect. Jane would scarcely have thought it possible, but he began to screw her harder, deeper, faster than before. She could hear him breathing heavily up behind her. The sounds of his panting and grunting stimulated her own erotic frenzy. They were like lavish compliments. They made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
She experimented with different ways of gripping his cock with her pussy-muscles. She rotated her hips in tight little circles around one way, then back the other way.
"Yeah! Christ, that's the way, baby! Move your sweet ass! My cock's loving every minute of it!" The sight of her garter-clad ass made his cock throb with wild arousal. The hot wet clutch of her talented pussy filled him with amazement. This beautiful strawberry-blonde was the sexiest woman he had ever known. He had never been fucked this abandonedly. He grinned at the prospects for the weekend.
No problem with breaking this one in! She was already hot to trot! Perhaps they could show her a few new tricks, but she already had the raw talent.
As her excitement grew in intensity, Jane lost all consciousness of time and place and partner. She became pure fucking machine, bent slavishly over a table, squirming her ass for all she was worth. Her mouth fell open as though in continual amazement at the strength and power of that hard cock reaming her mercilessly wide.
When she was on the very brink of climax, Eric passed her a little vial.
"Here. Sniff this." She obeyed at once. The result was the most stupendous orgasm of her entire life. She felt like a rocket newly launched into wild exhilarating orbit. She could feel herself moving steadily into the outer spaces of pleasure.
Then she was gone. She had passed out. Her first experience with a fun drug called ammyl nitrate.
CHAPTER SIX
Jane revived from her faint only slowly. Little by little she became aware of pleasure signals shooting through her body, less intense than they had been before she passed out ... but more subtle, more penetrating in their way.
She became aware that she was lying down now, on a very comfortable surface. She smiled lazily and touched her body for reassurance. It was then she realized that she was naked.
Her eyes flew open. The woman, Mavis, was bent naked over her tits, sucking incitingly on one nipple, caressing the other. The dog, Cork, was stretched out between her legs. She watched stupefied as the dog's tongue snaked out and assaulted-the vulnerable wet slit of her pussy.
"Uuuuuunnnhhhhh!" Still too groggy to decide on any course of action, she lay where she was and wondered at the incredible scene that had awakened her.
"Feel good, darling?"
The look Mavis was directing at her now was much happier, much more gentle than it had been before. Slowly her eyes took in the slim contours of the other woman's body. She was trim, but pleasingly curved. Her breasts were much fuller than they had appeared when she was clothed.
When Jane made no reply, Mavis reached up and caressed her cheek. "Are you all right, Jane? You don't mind that we're here ... Cork and I?"
Jane surprised herself by giggling aloud. She felt light-headed, as though she were not quite in possession of her own body. "I don't mind, Mavis. I'm just trying to figure all this out. I mean ... I've never wakened up to anything like this before."
Mavis smiled mysteriously. "I thought not. I thought it would be fun to give you a surprise. Why don't you just relax, darling? There's nothing to worry about. Cork and I are going to make you feel good ... better than you've ever felt ... guarantee it."
Even if she had wanted to, Jane felt she could deny those large sloe eyes nothing. She had felt intensely drawn to this woman from the first moment she laid eyes on her. She had seemed so self-possessed, so aloof. The younger woman couldn't help feeling flattered by this attention Mavis was bestowing upon her.
Besides, the more awake she became, the more excited she grew. The idea of being made love to by a beautiful woman and her dog was the most obscene thing she could ever have imagined. For that very reason, it also made Jane's little pussy flare with arousal. Just then, the dog bent his head forward once again and licked all the way from her sensitive ass-hole up to her nub-hard clitoris.
"Oooooohhhhh!"
"See? It feels good, doesn't it?" Mavis asked excitedly. "Now you just relax, darling, and let it happen." She lay astride Jane's chest and closed her mouth over the younger woman's.
Shocked as she was by this impassioned kiss from another woman, Jane responded to it almost at once. She closed her eyes tight and stabbed her tongue deep into Mavis's throat. Their tongues clashed hotly. The slender brunette's forcefulness staggered Jane. She felt powerless not to respond. The feelings were much more potent than when she was alone. The more wantonly Mavis caressed her, the more ardently she replied in kind. The dog's tongue assaulted her open pussy once again. She remembered the book she had found in the library. It seemed her suspicions had not been so far-fetched after all.
She knew now this weekend would be everything she had anticipated and more. No matter where events led her, Jane was ready to follow. She respected these people and admired them. She trusted them to initiate her into the erotic side of life at the top. Things had never been this exciting moving between home and school. She was becoming a whole new woman, even more quickly than she had anticipated.
Mavis' mouth on her tits was sending little pangs of pleasure darting through Jane's naked body. The young teacher looked down nervously at the head of the big black German shepherd poised between her legs. His tongue on her cunt felt intensely good. Her mind, though, was rebelling against the idea of an animal ... a brute animal ... making love to her with his tongue. It was so ... depraved.
"Uuuuuhhhh!" She tossed her head from side to side and felt Lars' earrings brushing her neck. The reminder of the man who had brought her here, who had left her helpless at the hands of their strange hosts, gave her a little masochistic thrill. She wanted Lars to be pleased with her. She wanted to be worthy of his trust, and his favors.
"Oooohhhh ... lovers..." she wailed wantonly. "You're making me feel so good! I don't believe it! I've never felt so high!"
It was true. After all the erotic adventures Jane had had today, she was primed for response. Her body was over-sensitive to pleasure. It was as though all her nerve-endings were rising to the surface. It took only a touch to make her feel weak with arousal.
The dog's tongue was agile as a snake. It incited her clitoris to rock-hardness. It prodded hard against the soft yielding opening to her pussy. Jane thrust her hips upward, trying to get the tongue to surge right on up inside. She was so hot in there. When his tongue moved on down to her ass-hole, she forgot one need unfulfilled in the soaring ecstasy of another satisfied. Again and again, Cork licked her sphincter, until she was quivering wildly. She gyrated her hips, trying to give him better access.
She stroked the long sleek hair of the woman leaning over her, who was planting wet little titillating kisses all over her breasts and belly. "Oh Mavis ... Mavis ... it's so nice!"
It was like a dream ... a strange erotic dream that had picked her up body and soul and carried her to a place with no rules, no restrictions. A place that would change her forever from the confused young schoolteacher she had been only weeks ago.
The brunette kneeled astraddle Jane's body, shoving her ass right in the face of the dog. Cork backed away for a moment, confused.
"I'm so hot, Janie! I love making love to your body. You're so beautiful!" She ground her cunt down onto Jane's and rubbed clitoris against clitoris.
Jane wanted to shriek with excitement. In her most abandoned dreams, she had tried to imagine what it would be like to have a woman making love to her like this. Now she knew. It was wonderful! Unbelievable! It made her feel so wanton to churn her pussy back up against Mavis' furry patch . . .to feel her clitoris pulsing with heated longing. "Mavis! Mavis!"
"Yes, darling ... yes! It's good!" Mavis was working her way down now over Jane's body. She kissed her navel, then licked a trail down to the first kinky strands of Jane's pussy-hair. She looked up at the other woman. "I want to eat your pussy, Janie darling! And I'm going to get Cork to fuck me at the same time!"
Even in her weakened state, Jane was shocked. She stared in disbelief as Mavis turned to the German shepherd and gave him his command to mount her. The big animal seemed to grin down at her as he wrapped his hairy forelegs around Mavis' hips and began to rut forward, looking for the waiting hole of her cunt.
Cork seemed to have some trouble in locating her pussy with his stiff prick. Several times, he lunged urgently forward. Each time, Mavis grunted with excitement, and then with disappointment. While she waited to be taken by the dog, she stabbed her tongue at Jane's vulnerable clitoris.
The shock was great enough to send Jane's hips lunging off the ground in search of more of the tantalizing tongue-strokes. "Aaaiiieeeee! Oh God! Mavis! Your tongue is so good on my pussy!"
"Tastes good, darling! You have such a sweet cunt! Oh Cork, get it in me ... Aaaaaggghhhh! Oooooohhh!"
At last, it seemed, Cork had found his mark. Wide-eyed, Jane watched her new woman friend being buffeted roughly forward by the powerful dog's fucking strokes. Mavis' eyes looked big as saucers as she gazed momentarily up at Jane. Her excitement seemed to have dazed her, though not so much that she forgot to pay attention to the blonde's throbbing clit.
Stimulated by Mavis' abandon, Jane became more wanton about roving her fingers over her own naked body. She pulled on her nipples, already hardened by her woman lover's moist attentions. She rubbed her belly that tingled erotically in response to the brunette's talented mouth on her pussy.
The more frantically Mavis responded to the dog, the more wantonly Jane lunged her cunt up in her friend's face. She could feel a crisis simmering in the pit of her belly. She wanted to work it out. Already she was reveling like an abandoned creature in the sheer ambrosia of being absolutely depraved and loving it. "Ooohh! Kiss my pussy, Mavis! Aaiieee!"
She struggled to get a look at the dog's cock. By looking around and down under the brunette's belly, she could catch a peek of the long tapered red instrument that was dealing such delight to Mavis' welcoming pink slit. "God! He's shoving it in you so hard, Mavis! Doesn't it hurt?"
"Oh, no, Jane! It feels wonderful! My cunt's on fire!" She began to churn her hips more hungrily than ever back against the animal's hairy, humping loins.
The other woman's excitement worked directly to Jane's advantage. Mavis' tongue circled her clitoris with maddening, rhythmic moist strokes that drove Jane wild. From time to time, Mavis would let her tongue slip right on up inside Jane's pussy. She could feel the slippery little intrusion massaging her sensitive inner tissues to tingling, spasming ecstasy.
"My God! Mavis, I'm cummmmming-g-g! You're making me cummmmmm!" She closed her eyes. A crazy smile distorted her features. She was having orgasm after orgasm today, and each was more intense than the last. Though she didn't pass out this time, she felt more relaxed, more receptive to what was happening to her. Sexual stimulus was becoming an integral part of her being.
She felt like a plant that all its life has dwelled on the verge of thirst and which now is given all the water it needs. Her water-her life blood, she knew now-was sexual excitation and pleasure.
Lazily, she opened her eyes and smiled down at her woman lover who was looking up at her eagerly. "Oh, Janie ... it makes me so happy to see how good I've made you feel."
The wanton way in which Mavis' tits were hobbling, knocked awry by the dog's ceaseless energy, made Jane's cunt pulse with renewed lust. She jiggled her damp pussy up under her girl friend's chin. "More, please," she mewled, and felt her whole being tremble with need and arousal.
Groaning submissively, Mavis buried her face once again in Jane's damp slit. She shoved a finger this time deep into her friend's cunt and wriggled it around. Her tongue and finger together had the desired effect. Within moments, Jane was once again the fiery she-cat she had been on the brink of her last orgasm.
Time seemed to stand still while the three unnatural orgiasts writhed together in heated abandon. The dog's steel-hard member drove deep into Mavis' clenching pussy again and again, until the lovely brunette thought she would go mad with excitement. like a woman possessed by a demon, she lunged her ass back at the rutting dog. At the same time, she never lost her pace over Jane's cunt.
Her finger and her mouth worked in lusty harmony to turn the blonde into a moaning mass of jelly.
Jane was beside herself. She was at the point now where she felt she could go on making love like this for hours ... forever even. Her body was totally open, totally receptive.
Her condition made enjoying orgasms easy as jumping off a log. She could feel one rolling through her now. She looked crazily about her, wondering how things still looked the same but felt so different from inside. She was not the same woman she had been when she entered this house, though she had already possessed the yearning for liberation that had let her go this far.
The bedroom was dimly lit, and Jane had not really paid much attention to the furnishings. She realized now though that there was something at the other side of the room ... a movement ... a hand.
They were not alone in the room! Somebody was watching them. Her instincts told Jane to be frightened. But her excitement caused her to gradually become aroused at the thought of performing for an unseen audience. She imagined it must be the three men, but she could not be sure. She raised her arms over her head and moaned wantonly. They wanted to watch ... she'd make sure they had something to remember.
"Oh Mavis, honey! Finger my cunt! Suck my clit! Jee-zuz, it's good!"
Mavis complied, but it was obvious she was reaching a crisis of her own. Her mouth movements became more feverish. Her whole body quaked like a mountain about to erupt. "Oh God! Cork's cumming in me! I can feel it! Shit! Oh fuck, I'm cummmming-g-g!"
The sheer depravity of watching the brunette's thrilled acceptance of a dog's cum in her pussy made Jane let go once again. "Me too! Me too, Mavis! Oooooohhh!"
Even as she drifted off into a stupefied pleasure zone, Jane wondered if the men watching the women and the dog frolicking on the bed had hard-ons.
Hard cocks! She wanted them to get so hard, they'd think of her forever after, every time they had a hard-on. And right now, she wanted some cock herself. She felt like she could never ever get enough!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Excited as she was, Jane was also exhausted by her day's activities. She slept soundly until the caresses of gentle hands stroking her naked loins awakened her.
"Who ... Oh! Mavis ... hi ... " She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Mavis kissed her. Jane returned the embrace, that brought back a whole flood of the sensual emotions she had been experiencing the night before.
"Good morning, darling. How do you feel? You slept like a baby."
Jane grinned self-consciously. "Yes ... I didn't expect to pass out like that. I was all ready for more..." Mavis' hands fondled her tits, and Jane moaned lustily. What a perfect way to wake up, she thought.
"I've been assigned to get you ready," Mavis told her mysteriously. "So, come on. We'll get you a nice warm bath."
The young teacher felt like the new girl in a harem. She didn't know exactly what Mavis was getting her ready for, but she loved the attention. And she loved the titillating thoughts that preoccupied her mind. She was made to be pampered ... appreciated.
Mavis prepared a warm bubble bath in the huge sunken tub in the adjoining bathroom. Jane slipped luxuriously into the caressing suds and closed her eyes. "Wonderful...."
Gently, sensually, Mavis sponged the younger woman's round full breasts, her smooth belly, her back. "You're so beautiful, Jane. It's such a pleasure to feel your body."
Jane looked up at the lovely dark-haired woman who at the moment was playing the role of her handmaiden. Mavis' dark hair fell softly around her face, half concealing her features. Her naked, olive-toned skin seemed to glow in the soft natural light of the bathroom. Jane felt a hot surge of desire shoot through her pussy. For a moment she toyed with the idea of pulling Mavis into the tub, of making love to her right then and there. But she decided to wait ... wait and see what the morning had in store for her.
Instead she planted a kiss on the hand that was rubbing her breasts. "You're beautiful too, Mavis. I love being here with you. I hope we can be good friends."
She was alarmed by the vacant look with which Mavis greeted this statement. She forgot it in a moment though, as her friend ordered her to stand up. The brunette poured warm buckets of water over her, then wrapped her in a thick towel. After a brisk rubdown, she rubbed Jane all over with sweet-smelling oil.
"Mmmmmm ... feels good." Her morning libations had helped put Jane back in that dreamy fantasy world she had inhabited last night. In the bedroom, the two women feasted on a tray of fruit and fresh pastries that had been brought in during their absence.
"The others should be here soon."
Mavis' announcement made Jane tremble with mixed excitement and apprehension. She wondered if Lars would come in with the others. She wondered how he would look at her, after all he had seen last night. She could only suppose that
Lars had been one of the voyeurs who watched her with Mavis and the dog Cork. For all she knew, Lars might have gone, left her in the hands of her new playmates. She wasn't sure that it would even matter to her now. She was comfortable with Mavis and the beautiful house. She was no longer a stranger here.
At Mavis' suggestion, Jane stretched out naked, freshly perfumed, on the bed to wait. Soon the door opened, and the three men came in, followed by the big German shepherd.
The men stood over her and looked at her impassively. Jane caught no glimmer of friendly recognition, not even from Lars. They began to inspect her with their hands, as though she were a prize animal at a fair. Jane almost said something sarcastic, but she held back. She was a little frightened, awed by the seriousness of the occasion.
"Turn over on your back," Eric told her. She obeyed. A strange little masochistic thrill shot through her as she realized that she was completely defenseless before these three powerful males. She was at their mercy ... theirs to do with what they would. Their fingers pinched her ass, hurt her. She cried out, but got no apologies or sympathy. Even Mavis was sitting at a distance from her on the bed, looking impassive. Jane looked to her for reassurance, but saw only the wan impersonal smile Mavis had allowed her at first meeting.
Suddenly Jane was alone again ... like a lamb at the slaughter.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night, Jane?" It was the first time Sean had spoken to her, other than to say "hello".
"Yes ... Did you?" she asked defiantly.
Eric cut in sharply. "That, my pretty, is none of your business."
"Did you enjoy watching Mavis fuck the dog?" Lars now, but his words were no gentler, no more familiar than the others' had been.
"Couldn't you tell?" Their displeased looks mellowed her. "Yes ... I did." Their fingers still investigated the taut swells of her ass. One finger suddenly shot deep up into her ass-hole. "Ooohh!" she shrieked.
It had hurt for the first moment, but the way it was churning around inside, it was beginning to feel good. She wiggled her ass upward a little, savoring the sensations. She didn't look to see who it was doing this thing to her. It was more tantalizing not to know. She stared at the headboard, relishing the hot urgent surges in her loins.
"Look at that, Eric. She-likes it all. She's a hot little pussy, isn't she?" Was that Lars, or the other man? She wasn't sure.
"Do you think she's ready for the big test?" Eric Asked.
"Mavis, why don't you get her in the mood?"
Immediately, the naked brunette rolled close to Jane on the bed and began to kiss her. While her tongue searched deep inside Jane's mouth, the finger continued to massage the blonde's ass-hole.
Overcome by the lurid wantonness of the situation, Jane responded hungrily to the kiss. She ground her ass upward, welcoming the finger. The thought that the three men, so cold to her in their manner, were watching her and getting hot made her pussy throb. She began to move her hand over Mavis' soft body, savoring the resilient feel of her tits, the firm flatness of her belly.
"Come on ... get her up on hands and knees," somebody said. Hands maneuvered her until she was kneeling like a dog, on all fours. "Come on, Cork. Up here, boy!"
Suddenly she knew exactly what they had in store for her. They were going to make her screw the dog! Her mind raced. Could she do it? It seemed so hopelessly debased. Yet she had the pictures in the book yesterday, and Mavis' responses last night, to encourage her. Mavis had said it didn't hurt at all. The brunette had responded as hungrily to the animal as Jane had ever responded to a human lover.
She thought of how far she had come from the dull school teacher she had been a short while ago. She thought of the Ritz and the embroidered purse with the money and the new sophisticated friends she had found.
Why not fuck a dog? If that was what they wanted, that was what she would do. Groaning submissively, she thrust her ass-cheeks high in the air. She felt the animal's paws wrap around her hips. She imagined how she must look, kneeling naked and vulnerable in front of a brute animal ... while three strange men watched her. "Oooohhh!" Her moan was a plea for help.
Mavis eased her head and shoulders in under Jane and pulled her down onto her in a feverish kiss. Jane had all the moral support she needed now. She could feel the animal's hard pointed prick ramming against her buttocks, looking for her pussy. It was going to happen to her ... soon ... and she was ready for it. She was excited enough to desire something hard and thick deep up in her wet cunt.
"Look at them go! She's ready as she'll ever be now!" Lars gripped the long red dog-cock and guided the tip to the woman's cunt. At once Cork drove his penis deep into Jane's pussy.
"Aaaaggghhh!" It hurt! She hadn't expected it to hurt ... not after what Mavis had said. In vain, she tried to pull away from the agonizing intrusion, but Mavis pulled her head back down. The dog held her hips firmly.
Realizing that further resistance would get her nowhere, Jane drove her tongue deep into the brunette's throat and tongue-fucked her. Her brain was reeling with the shock and pain of the animal's fucking. Somehow she felt that Mavis had deceived her.
Yet at the same time, she wanted to do what Mavis had been able to do so well. She wanted to take the dog's cock ... to love it. That was what they wanted of her. like a madwoman, she squirmed her ass backward, tried to make it easier for the dog's cock to surge deep on up inside.
"Jeez! Will you look at that? She sure as hell is hot! You brought us a winner, Lars, old buddy!"
"I knew it the minute I set eyes on her. She moves like a born whore."
Their words only added fuel to her smoldering fires of energy. Strange things were happening to Jane. Her pussy was beginning to spasm with hot bursting shocks of energy. That dog-cock was starting to feel good ... incredibly good. She labored for more of it ... to get his prick in harder and deeper and faster.
The animal moved like a robot. His forepaws clung urgently to the woman's smooth creamy hips. His red, hard cock drove into her twat in short bursts. Cork's tongue hung from his mouth as he strove to achieve his orgasm ... to spill his jizz far up in Jane's cunt.
While they watched the dog screwing the ruthlessly pinioned woman, the men began to remove their clothes. Each had a hard-on. While the women kissed ravenously the dog pummeled Jane's pussy with relentless enthusiasm.
"Cork sure is stretching that tight little twat wide! Look at her go! Look at her!"
To show them even more, Jane tried to wriggle even faster. Her world was again a total dream world. A place where her pussy flared with desire ... her mind permitted her anything and everything. "Aaaahhhhhh! Uuuuhhhh!"
Mavis was stroking her tits, milking them with teasing skilled fingers. In return, Jane struggled to move her head down to the brunette's rounded breasts. She began to suck first one nipple, then the other. Her pleasure in those pertly responding buds was increased by the hard-driving force of the dog screwing her from behind.
"Come on, Cork! Screw her, boy! That's the way! Get that little pussy good and wet!"
"Man, I'm all ready! I get her next!"
"Hold on, boy! We want to see the dog cum in her first! She should know what it feels like to take a load of dog cum in her hot little twat!"
Almost oblivious now to the words of the men, Jane writhed like a demented creature between her woman lover and her canine assailant. Her belly was so full of sensation, she didn't know how much more she could take. Suddenly Cork began to speed up his pace, to lunge forward savagely, deep into her womb. She realized her was cumming in her.
The thought drove her right over her own barriers. "Oh Lord! I'm cummming-g-g-g!" It made it no less pleasurable to think that it was a brute animal's cum that was overflowing her hot pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For the men, too, it was a turn-on to think of the woman's twat, dripping with animal cum.
It was Eric who unceremoniously pushed the dog off the woman, and turned her over onto her back. He kneeled over her, his thick heavy cock aimed at her pussy-hole. With a grim smile, he shoved forward. His turgid prick slammed deep into her cunt.
"Mmmmm, good wet pussy, Jane! How does it feel, baby?" He began to ram his cock deep up into her, with hard, lunging strokes.
Jane was beside herself with excitement.
Without time to recover from the assault of her orgasm, she was drivgn up onto a still higher plane of arousal. She was wide open and ready for whatever these men could throw at her. "Ooooohhh! Aaaiieeee!" Even to her own ears, she sounded like nothing more than an excited animal, wailing in the wilderness.
The other men surveyed with approval the effects of their friend's fucking. Sean saw an opening for another stiff prick, and he politely offered it to Lars.
"You go ahead, Sean. I've got my own ideas."
Sean kneeled on the bed next to Jane. He grabbed her head in both hands and guided her mouth to the swollen, throbbing head of his cock. "Suck, Jane baby! Suck my prick!"
Somewhere in her mind there registered the idea that she was being asked to service two rigid cocks at once. She obeyed, opening her mouth wide, taking all of Sean's prick far into her throat. It felt good, good to have something to suck on while she was being driven to madness by the unceasing surges of pure naked pleasure.
Almost forgotten now, Mavis was seeking her own pleasure on the other side of the bed. She was stroking the deflated shaft of the German shepherd's cock, slowly encouraging it to swell back into renewed life. As soon as Cork again had an erection, she kneeled provocatively before him and begged him to fuck her.
Watching her woman lover take two thick cocks at once drove Mavis to a smoldering peak of arousal. She undulated her pussy upward with such wanton precision that the dog's surging cock stiffened almost immediately. He rammed his red cock-shaft deep up into her belly. Drawing on untapped reserves of strength, he began to fuck the brunette with the same energy he had expended a short time ago on the blonde.
"Oh yess, Cork darling! Screw me! Screw me!" She watched Eric's rock-hard cudgel drive deep into the red-blonde halo of Jane's pussy. From time to time, she looked up at Jane's mouth that was taking an unceasing beating from Sean's rigid penis.
Vaguely aware that her new girl friend was getting her pleasure beside her, Jane was unwilling to take her mouth from the big man's cock to find out exactly what was going on. She was isolated in her own little universe ... filled to brimming with good hard cock. She couldn't remember ever having felt so utterly fulfilled. At last she had come into full touch with the essential meaning of her particular existence. Courtesan, lover, or whore ... Jane was born to fuck!
like an impassive judge, Lars stood beside the bed, watching the lascivious scene. His cock stood out hard and swollen from his belly, but he was content just to watch ... for now. The thought of his own turn with Jane gave him sufficient satisfaction to carry him through being odd-man out in this ravenous mid-morning orgy.
The tempo on the bed seemed to increase steadily. Eric's thrusts into Jane's wet cunt grew harder, faster. Sean was unconsciously matching his own pace to the other man's. Both Eric and Sean were intensely aware of the beautiful Mavis, screwing the dog beside them. Their cocks grew harder, longer at the lewd sight of the dog's paws circling her tawny hips.
Moaning, sweating, grunting, the five orgiasts on the bed worked themselves up to a fever pitch. It took Eric's lusty declaration to start them all going:
"Shit! I'm cumming!"
While Eric pumped Jane full of her second load of sperm, Lars shot off in her mouth. Her lips clutched his penis hotly as he filled her throat with yet another thick jolt of love-juice. "Jee-zuz, baby! Suck it! Suck it!"
Realizing that both men were shooting her full of sperm, Jane squirmed hungrily beneath them, felt her own orgasm flooding her. Whimpering cries of joy escaped her lips, around the deflating shaft of Sean's cock.
"Oooohh! Me too! Me too!" Now it was Mavis' turn. She trembled joyously as the dog filled her belly with his jizz.
Lars held his heavy prick in his hand as the group on the bed collapsed, exhausted by the exertion of their strenuous output. Unwilling to wait any longer, he pushed Eric aside and maneuvered Jane roughly over onto her belly. "Come on, baby! Up on hands and knees for big daddy!"
Groggy as she was, Jane recognized Lars' voice this time. The thought that the handsome older man was at last going to fuck her made her quiver with lusty anticipation. She had given up hope. He himself had indicated that she would have to rely on others to screw her. She knew now that it was important to her to feel Lars' cock up inside her cunt. He, after all, was the prime force in her being here. And for her, he was the most attractive man at the party. The most powerful. The sexiest. She wanted him.
"Ooohh, Lars." Her words were mumbled, garbled. But the message got through.
"You ready for more, Jane my lovely?" His hands caressed her ass greedily. His desire surged through Jane's loins and made contact with her own.
The young blonde moaned and wiggled her ass back into Lars' caresses. His voice sounded more intimate than anything she had heard from him today. The hint of gentleness made her want him all the more. "Oh yes, Lars! I want you ... that's what I want!"
He teased her ass-hole with a fingertip, relaxing the sphincter, drawing mewls of passion from her lips. "I want you too, baby! And we're both going to get what we want ... just you wait and see!"
The three other adults had recovered their senses enough to gather close around Lars and Jane to watch. They were all aware of Lars' preference, and they wanted to see how their young playmate would take it.
Lars' breath was hot and heavy. His finger explored Jane's anal hole with eager ruthlessness. It was so tight in there. That was the way he liked it! Good and tight and hot and a little painful, maybe. From the resilient tautness of Jane's rectum, he suspected she was a virgin there. The thought delighted him. He wanted to be the first to penetrate her shy little bung-hole.
At last the feel of a finger exploring her ass-hole was becoming a welcome and familiar pleasure for Jane. She savored the slender violation of her most secret hole. Her buttocks churned salaciously in the air. Her whole being was primed for the invasion of his swollen cock up into her hot craving pussy-channel.
Jane's expectation and Lars' intent were at odds. They clashed in a resounding wail as he sank his hard prick deep into her ass-hole.
"Aaaaaggghhh! Oh God no! Not there! You'll kill meeeeee!" Her body felt like it had just received a powerful electric shock. Her ass-hole spread unnaturally wide ached painfully with the thick relentless intrusion that had penetrated all the way to the hilt. She couldn't believe it was happening to her. She struggled half-heartedly to get away from his filling cock. But right from the beginning, she knew it was hopeless. He would hold onto her. He would have his way with her. "No! Please no!" she whimpered feebly.
The delicious pleasure-agony of her anal tissues dinging to his prick made Lars groan lustily. "Jeez, baby! You've got a lovely tight ass-hole! Relax and enjoy it, Janie! It'll feel good! Uuuuuhhh!" At once he began to rock his cock a little ways in and out of her stretched rectum. Slowly, her muscles relaxed enough to make it easy for him to pull his cock all the way out to the tip ... then soar all the way back in.
"Ooooohhhh!" Jane tried to do as she was told ... to relax enough to ease the pain. But it was so hard. She felt so used, so abused. Never had she suspected they would do this to her. It was the ultimate perversion.
For just a moment, she looked around at her audience. Sean and Eric and Mavis were watching her with rapt attention, little lascivious smiles distorting their features. They had no sympathy for her! They were loving every minute of the harsh depravity Lars was subjecting her to!
Then Mavis reached out and stroked Jane's brow. "Just relax! It'll feel good, Janie ... just like Lars said."
Her girl friend's gesture made Jane want to weep with gratitude. Someone did care after all. Maybe they were only trying to please her. She must try to please them too. She must!
With painful effort, she rocked her ass back slowly, trying to give herself to the savage cock splitting her ass-hole asunder. Little by little, it became easier for her to take his cock-shaft up inside. Little by little, the pain turned to throbs of pleasure. She was beginning to see that this, too, could bring her ecstasy.
The unnatural pressure in her ass-hole seemed somehow to be connected to her clit. Maybe it was just the masochistic thrill that was doing it, but her love nub was starting to pulse with excitement. She moved her ass back a little more recklessly. Yes, that felt good too. Very good! "Oooooohhh!"
Lars and their watchers all recognized the signs at once. She was falling prey to the alluring charms of sodomy. She was enjoying having her ass split wide by a thick plundering cock!
"God, look at her! Must feel great, eh, Jane, baby!"
"She's squirming like crazy! This bitch never stops!"
"God, she's got a tight little hole! Feels great!" Lars grinned at his friends. He drove his prick deep into her clinging ass-hole. Her responsive moans and shudders increased the pleasure he had already been taking in her. To know that she was enjoying being fucked in the ass made it that much more intense an experience for him.
"Fuck her, Lars! Make her feel good! Fuck her hard!" It was Mavis this time. The sight of another woman kneeling submissively, learning to enjoy being fucked in the ass, made her weak with joy. Eric and Sean were kneeling on either side of her now, fondling her slim, shapely body. She shivered beneath their touch. Normally, she preferred to restrict herself to women lovers and her dog. But being a part of Jane's initiation was turning her on to the point where she wanted it at all ... she wanted cock up in her pussy!
Her voice was unusually deep, hoarse. "Screw me, somebody! Please!"
By silent agreement, Sean won the right to fuck the lusty brunette. He kneeled behind her, at an angle where they could both continue to watch Lars' cock ravaging Jane's ass-hole. Sean's cock was swollen and ready. He lost no time in ramming it home, deep into Mavis' taut, quivering cunt.
"Oh God! God, it's good!" Of one accord, they began to move, squirm against one another, savor the inciting caresses of cock on cunt.
Jane heard her woman lover's cries, and she looked around at the sensual faces of Mavis and Sean as they reveled in their lusty screwing embrace. Watching them increased her own arousal. She shoved her ass back wildly against Lars, begging him to give her everything he had ... to give her ass a fucking she would never forget.
"Oh Lars! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me!"
For the moment, Lars had lost all pretense to the fine manners and speech he usually displayed. "Oh jee-zuz, yeah, baby! It's a beautiful ass! I love screwing your ass-hole, Janie!"
His admission was music to the blonde's ears. She had won Lars' total approval. He was screwing her hard, loving every minute of it. She knew instinctively he would be back for more and more of her good loving. Sex would never be anything less than a total experience for her from now on. At last she was free of the limits of her childhood morality.
The atmosphere in the room was too heavy for any of them to resist. While the two couples squirmed wantonly on the bed, Eric stroked his turgid cock, felt the throbbing responses deep inside. He loved a good orgy, and this one was the best yet. Lars had really brought them a find!
Amid the groans and whimpers filling his ears, Lars had thought for only one thing: the clinging ass-hole massaging his prick to rock-hard perfection. He clung to Jane's hips and drove his penis again and again far into her ass-hole. Her lusty cries were music to his ears, erotic accompaniment to their depraved coupling.
None of them knew exactly where it started, but suddenly the bedroom was filled with cries of ecstasy. One after another, the orgiasts were enjoying their orgasms, giving and receiving sperm in a surging blitz of release. Eric shot his load into Jane's face. He was amazed and pleased by the way she licked at it greedily, savoring its flavor as Lars filled her ass with sperm.
Jane was surprised when the Spanish woman servant came in a short while later with a pitcher of wine and glasses. The five of them sat on the bed and drank and talked. Jane no longer felt like she was being treated like an outsider. That had been part of the game, and for the moment at least, the game was suspended.
"I'm very glad you could come to visit us this weekend," Eric told her. "You've been truly exceptional company."
She glowed with pleasure as each of them in turn reached over and stroked her sweat-and-cum-stained body. "I'm glad I could come too. You guys play hard, but it's a good game."
Mavis tossed her long dark hair from her face. "That's the best part of being filthy rich, Jane. You can play any game you want. With whomever you want."
Jane felt defensive. Was Mavis reminding her that she had been bought for a price ... reminding her that she was not really one of them, only a retainer of sorts? The brunette's friendly caresses belied the judgment Jane was making. Maybe that was just Mavis' way of talking. She reached for the other woman's hand and squeezed it. "You don't have to be filthy rich to play, Mavis. Just no talented."
like a good host, Eric interrupted the power play. "And you are both very talented ladies. Why don't we all shower and dress? I made Margarita promise she'd prepare paella for lunch. Anyone interested?"
It was a sumptuous meal, accompanied by plenty of wine. By the time it was finished Jane was feeling drunk and happy. She looked forward to more games. To her surprise, she was escorted out to a black limousine.
"My chauffeur will take you home, Jane. Lars and I have business to discuss this afternoon."
She looked questioningly at Lars. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek. The others followed suit.
Jane wasn't sure she liked being dismissed this way. It was only when she was moving across the countryside that she thought to open the little embroidered purse that Eric had slipped into her hand as she left. She had almost forgotten all about it.
Inside was three hundred and fifty dollars. Jane was awestruck. Not bad for a day's adventure. She began to make plans. The rest of the trip home was pure pleasure.
CHAPTER NINE
It seemed too abrupt a change to get up and go to school Monday morning. Jane called in sick. Glad to have some time to herself, she put on her sexiest black negligee and poured herself a glass of wine. She curled up on the living room sofa and let her mind dwell on the incredible events of the past couple of days.
Thoughts of what had happened to her made her pussy throb excitedly. She remembered the hard thick cocks, filling her in every available hole. She remembered her woman lover, and the dog's stiff shaft driving her to lusty orgasm. She wanted to play with herself, but she wanted to make the sweet anticipation last. She got up and poured herself a second glass of wine. She turned on the stereo and began to dance to the music. She was lot in her dreams and her own sensuality.
Toward noon, she decided to fix herself something special to eat. She prepared a souffl� and put it in the oven. An abrupt rapping at the door interrupted her. She was expecting no one and she was annoyed at being disturbed. Muttering, she wrapped herself carelessly in a flannel robe and went to the door.
"Vince!" It was her wayward student, the one with the big mouth. She hadn't spoken to him alone since Tom's revelations about Vince's indiscretion. She hadn't harbored any bad feelings, but still she was amazed at the gall of the boy. What made him think he had any right to come to her home like this? "I'm sorry, Vince but I'm not feeling well. Anything you want to say to me will have to wait until school tomorrow."
"That's why I'm here, Mrs. Brenner ... because I heard you were sick. I wanted to see if you needed anything."
He looked so sincere, so innocent in his young manliness, that she was touched. It was good to have someone care about her enough to come out of his way to see she was all right.
"I'm all right, Vince. I have everything I need. But it was sweet of you to come by to see."
He looked embarrassed. He stared shyly at his shoes, an uncharacteristic gesture for the brash Vince. "There's something else I'd like to talk to you about, Mrs. Brenner ... for just a minute, if I could."
She was hesitant, but she decided at last to let him in. After all, he would only be here for a moment. She stood in the middle of the room, watching him, while he seated himself on the couch.
It took him some time to find his voice. "I've been wanting to apologize to you for a long time, Mrs. Brenner ... for talking to the guys about us ... I don't know what got into me. I'm still a kid in some ways, I guess."
She couldn't argue with that. "Yes, you are, Vince. That was a very juvenile thing to do." She was sounding like a teacher. She laughed inwardly at herself. After what had happened to her this weekend, she would have to be careful about throwing stones at others. Her record was not blemish-free. She was sorry for the wound her words had obviously caused. He looked completely crestfallen.
"But I understand, Vince. Really I do. What happened to you was something really exciting. You had to talk to someone about it. I'm not sure why you had to tell the whole school."
"I didn't. Just one guy. Honest. Then he told everybody."
She wasn't sure whether to believe that or not. "However it happened, Vince, it's over. Luckily, I was able to cover up. But you could have done me real damage, you know that?"
"Yes, I know. I'm very glad you could handle it all right. I wouldn't hurt you for the world, Mrs. Brenner. Honest, I wouldn't."
She felt a little shaky on her feet. She hoped he didn't notice. "I believe you, Vince. Now, I think it's time ... oh my gosh ... the souffl�!"
She dashed into the kitchen to rescue the burning food from the oven. Too late! It was ruined. Upset as she was, she didn't even notice her flannel robe had fallen open.
What brought the fact to her attention was the appreciative stare on the face of her student, who had followed her into the kitchen. Her negligee was just transparent enough to hint at everything and show nothing clearly. The boy's eyes seemed to dart back and forth between her out-thrusting tits and her bushy little pussy-triangle.
Jane's first instinct was to wrap herself safely in the robe, to cover her near nakedness. But the boy was walking toward her, his eyes brimming with desire. His look hypnotized her. An answering chord within her told her she wanted what he wanted, as much as he did or more! She was hot! Vince's appearance was like the answer to an unspoken prayer.
She yielded to his youthful strength as he enclosed her in his arms and began to cover her face and neck with kisses. Their mouths suddenly locked. Their tongues dueled in a hot wet clash of pure erotic energy. Vince's strong hands fondled her tits, her belly, her pussy through her negligee. She thrust herself into his grasp, hungry for the good loving she knew he could give her.
His hand reaching up under her negligee in search of her bare cunt filled her with a sudden unexpected jolt of fear. What was becoming of her? Was she shameless enough now that she would fuck her student and think nothing of it? Weren't there still some barriers she had to maintain in the name of decency? Sure, she had sucked Vince's cock ... but that had happened once. That could be explained away as an accident of passion. But more than once would make it a way of life! She didn't know if she was ready for that.
Somewhere inside herself she knew she was looking for an excuse. And the excuse was near at hand. "I'm going to have another glass of wine, Vince. Would you like one?"
The boy was breathing hard. Sweat pasted his hair to his forehead. The sight of his erection straining against the crotch of his jeans made her pussy throb in responsive pleasure. "Sure, I guess so." She knew there were other things he'd rather be doing. She bit her Up. He was so young, so strong, so pretty. She wanted to respond to him like a woman to a man, but still she felt the responsibility of being his teacher. It was horrible! She didn't want that responsibility any more.
They both downed their wine quickly. She realized he was seeking courage there as much as she was. They sat side by side on the couch, neither of them speaking ... both of them afraid to speak.
Suddenly the boy made his decision. He turned to his teacher and forced her down onto her back on the couch, positioning himself over her. His mouth groped hungrily for hers. His tongue stabbed deep into her mouth.
Relieved of the responsibility, Jane gave herself up to his force fulness. She let him tongue-fuck her in the mouth. She sucked hungrily on his lewd probe. She ground her pussy salaciously up against the hard bulge in his pants. She wanted him! She wanted him so damned much! Though he wasn't a rich, sophisticated older man, he had the freshness and vitality of youth that attracted her so strongly. From this virile young god, she asked no return but to share in that youth and vitality.
Mewling excitedly, she let him pull her negligee up over her pussy. His fingers investigated the hairy slit of her cunt. She could feel the juices flowing from her vagina. She was hot and wet and ready. She wanted him to take her ... now!
"Fuck me, Vince! Please fuck me! I want you so ,bad!"
Eager to please her, he wrestled one-handed with the fly of his jeans while his mouth bore down forcefully on hers. At last he managed to pull his rigid cock free. He guided the head home to the waiting furrow of her pussy and shoved.
"Oh yes! That's what I've been waiting for! Stick it in me, Vince! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Dizzy with his good fortune, Vince rammed his cock-shaft deep into his teacher's hot hole. His intentions when he arrived this morning were exactly what he had told Mrs. Brenner. He didn't dare dream he would end up fucking her on the couch, with her begging for it like a banshee.
Hard as it was to believe, Vince didn't waste any time in taking advantage of the situation. Her pussy-walls clung to him so hotly, he had no choice but to set up a deep, penetrating fucking rhythm. While her hips charged up to meet him on every in-stroke, he plowed his pleasure-hardened cock all the way in, to collide with her cervix.
"Oh! Oh! Oooooohh! Vince!" Primed for sexual response by her weekend's debasement, Jane let herself be carried to the heights by the sheer power of the youth's reckless energy.
"Mrs. Brenner! Your cunt feels terrific! Wow, you're beautiful, Mrs. Brenner!" Vince was tempted to pinch himself to see if all this was really happening. He was fucking his beautiful teacher! She was loving it! He was loving it! It had to be real. Dreams were never this good!
While the boy labored over her, Jane reached down and caressed the weighty meat of his balls. It gave her a thrill to hear him moan in ecstasy. And to think of him spilling his load deep into her greedy belly. As if she hadn't been filled enough this weekend, she wanted more ... and still more.
Jane realized now with brilliant clarity that she had changed ... forever and irrevocably. She knew now exactly what it was she wanted from life. That was leisure and comfort, luxury and sensuality. Her earlier qualms about fucking her student had been reminiscent glimmerings of the old "Mrs. Brenner, schoolteacher".
But that was no longer who she was. She was Jane Brenner, woman of pleasure ... artist of the senses. That was what she had wanted to exhibit to the men this weekend ... that she was devoted to the same kind of self-indulgent sensuality that they were. She wanted them to remember her. She wanted to be a part of that kind of life.
The wine, and Vince's hard cock, made Jane throw all caution to the winds. She didn't have to worry about being a responsible teacher any more. That part of her life was over.
No more time for thinking right now. She gave herself up completely to the tantalizing sensations surging from her loins up through every nerve ending in her body. She pulled her negligee up high over her breasts so she could fondle them, bring her nipples to pert erection. "Ooooohhh, Vince! I feel so wonderful! You're such a good lover, darling!"
Elated by his pretty teacher's encouragement, Vince gripped her ass-cheeks firmly and thrust his cock into her with all his might. He could feel her pussy-walls clutching him, hotly, eagerly, wetly. He had never made love to a mature woman like Mrs. Brenner before. The difference between her and the school girls he was used to was like that between ice cream and milk. Mrs. Brenner was a wildcat!
"Jeez, Mrs. Brenner! My cock's getting so hard! I don't know how much longer ... " But he wanted to last, just a little bit longer. He wanted to impress her as much as she was impressing him. He wanted to leave her satisfied, exhausted. Dripping with his bubbling cum!
While she moaned and writhed beneath him, young Vince expended all available energy on bringing his teacher to wanton climax. He had never seen such enthusiasm in a woman. He watched with delighted amazement as she played with her tits, screwed her hips up to meet his. Her face was flushed. It glowed with the pleased euphoria of a woman who has discovered herself and the true meaning of pleasure. It made Vince feel like a real man to bring her to this orgiastic state. Mrs. Brenner was teaching him something about his own capacity to please a woman.
As Jane climbed higher and higher toward the peaks of excitement, she grew hungry for the feel of his fine strong young flesh. She pulled his shirt open and caressed his chest and belly. The resilient feel of him gave her new little tingles in her groin. She pulled him down onto her and sucked vigorously on his nipples.
The boy was surprised by the urgent pleasure jolts he was receiving from his nipples. He had never had a woman suck on him there before. "Uuuuuhh! Feels great, Mrs. Brenner!"
"Mmmmmmm!" It thrilled her to be able to give him extra input this way. She could feel the delicious results in the way his cock grew instantly harder inside her. She thrust her loins rhythmically up against him, squeezing his penis with her practiced muscles. "Oh Vince, darling! More! Please! More!"
At last the urges taking hold of her own body left her no choice but to close her eyes, he back and climb for the peaks. Her body was on the verge of explosion. She felt feverish, mindless, desperate. Then, she began to float in the forgetful timelessness of pleasure gained. "Oh! I'm cummmming-g! Oooooohhhh!"
His climax followed almost immediately. Once he knew he had brought her over the top, he lost all incentive to hold on. He wanted to fill her up, to spill his heavy load deep into her belly. "Oh, Mrs. Brenner! I'm cumming in you!"
What seemed like an eternity later, they struggled to a sitting position. Vince started to put his cock back in his pants, but she stopped him.
"Let me. I think it needs some attention first." She leaned forward and licked his deflating penis all over, relishing the combined aroma there, of her pussy and his semen. She sucked hungrily on the head, reluctant to let him go. New life started to throb into his glans. She looked up at him wide-eyed. "Oh Vince darling! You've got so much energy! But I think you should be getting back to school, don't you?"
He started to protest that it was already past two, almost time for school to let out. Then he realized that she had thought about getting into another sexual space, and had decided against it. He could tell she needed some time alone.
"Yeah ... I'd better be going, Mrs. Brenner." He paused at the door and pulled her to him. They kissed long and deep, a tender kiss of first wonder. "You're really special, Mrs. Brenner."
Already, she knew that this would be the last time between them. Only her decision was no longer based on a teacher's sense of morality. It was simply that their destinies Jay far apart. She had her own path to follow. "You're special too, Vince. I'll never forget this afternoon."
She watched him all the way down the sidewalk and out of sight. A heavy sadness took hold of her. She was going to be saying good-bye to a lot of things in the next little while. That was the other, less thrilling side of starting fresh.
In the kitchen, she made herself a grilled cheese sandwich and poured another glass of wine. Vince's cum was trickling down the insides of her thighs. She hadn't wanted to clean it off. She wanted to feel his young energy just a little longer. His stickiness felt good on her skin.
She sat on the couch for a long time, smoking cigarettes and planning her new career. Obviously, she could be a teacher no longer. That wouldn't be a problem if she could continue to make the kind of pocket money she had last week-a total of $450.
It was a little frightening to think about giving up all that security at school. But not frightening enough to change her mind.
Jane Brenner was on her way.
CHAPTER TEN
Once she had made up her mind, Jane lost little time in making the break from school. Within two weeks, she had arranged for a replacement in her class, and said her own last good-byes. The pension money she had accumulated over a couple of years would give her a stake through the first few months. It was enough to keep the bill collector from the door while she established a new kind of clientele.
She had spoken to Lars about her plans, and he had promised to help line her up with men, and women, who would be interested in paying for the pleasure of a few hours or days of her time.
Her first call came on a Tuesday evening, from a man with a very distinguished low voice. He asked her if she would be free for an evening's adventure on Friday.
Jane felt little fluttering butterflies hovering in her stomach. This was it! With this call, she would be committing herself to the new life she had chosen out of boredom, frustration, desperation. She would never return to the days of being Mrs. Brenner. From now on, she would be known only as Jane. "Friday evening would be fine for me. What did you have in mind?"
"Dinner at the Roaring Nineties. Do you know it?"
Jane had never been there, but she knew of it. It was a very expensive bar and grill, finished completely in period decor and costume. It sounded like fun, and she told him so.
"Good, good. I think we'll have a good time, Jane. I have a few little requests to make of you."
"Oh? What are those?"
"I want you to be wearing something sexy, no longer than knee-length. And underneath ... stockings and garter belt ... no panties, understand?"
His lewd proposition made her pussy throb. "Yes, I understand perfectly. How will I know you?"
"I'll know you. My name is Brad. See you Friday, Jane ... at eight sharp."
She made a particular effort to sound just as bright, just as casual as he. "See you Friday."
She took particular care with her appearance Friday afternoon. Once again, she splurged on a new outfit-a red dress with a very low front. She liked the effect she saw in the mirror. Her breasts were pushed up and together. The sight was an inviting one. She looked like a madam from a turn-of-the-century English tavern.
Underneath, she wore a black garter belt, and black stockings. No underwear, as instructed.
Intrigued with this new image she saw in the mirror, Jane looked at herself very closely. She had had her reddish blonde hair cut shorter. The hairdo made her look very young, very innocent. It was an interesting contract to the worldliness of her garb. She put on just enough makeup to weight the total effect slightly in favor of the worldly side.
"Well, Jane my love ... I guess you know what you're doing." She was teasing herself, testing her conviction.
Her answer came back loud and clear. "Yes. I don't want to be what I was any more. I want to make my own decisions. I don't want to rely on a man for anything but pleasure and money." That was it. That was what the trauma of her break-up with her husband had brought her to. She didn't want to depend on him, or any man, enough to be let down.
She was going to be free. Master of her fate. Self-indulgent. Eccentric. Pampered. A whore among whores ... top of the line.
Rather than feeling she had slipped in her own esteem, she felt a terrific surge of power. And a little thrill deep in her cunt. Pussy-power. She was just beginning to understand what it was all about.
She walked into the restaurant feeling confident, excited. She had no idea what to expect of this Brad. She knew only one thing for sure. If he was Lars' friend, he was bound to be rich, dynamic and imaginative. She did expect to have a good time.
The maitre d' greeted her as though he had seen her many times before. "Bonsoir, mademoiselle. How are you this evening? Monsieur is waiting at your table. Allow me."
Jane followed him to a candlelit table in a secluded nook. She was delighted with the setting. Heavy velvet tapestries hung from the walls. The tables were covered in rich red cloths that matched her dress. Gas lights dotted the walls at discrete intervals, just enough to create a romantic mood.
The man who rose to greet her was younger than Jane had expected. He looked no more than thirty-five. He was handsome in a severe way. He looked like a man who was used to giving orders, and to having them obeyed. His hair, his eyebrows, his neat moustache were all black. He motioned Jane to sit beside him on the red velour bench that half encircled the table.
When the maitre d' had gone, he squeezed Jane's knee and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You're very beautiful, Jane. Every bit as beautiful as Lars said you would be. I approve of the dress you chose. It's exactly what I wanted to see." He stared openly at her generous cleavage. Once again, as always with Lars' men friends, Jane had the feeling of being inspected for flaws.
This time she didn't mind it in the least. She had the experience and the confidence to expect her surveyor to like what he saw. If he didn't, that would be his shortcoming, not hers.
She was smiling at him when his eyes finally returned to her face. "Yes, you're exactly right," he said. "You've got class, Jane. Real class. And lots of chutzpah."
Jane wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that, but she thought it had something to do with guts, courage. She considered it a real compliment, from a man who obviously knew what he wanted, and got just that. "Thank you, Brad. I've been looking forward to tonight. You put just enough mystery into your directions to get me interested."
"Did you follow them to the letter?" His eyes twinkled as he lowered a hand to her lap and massaged her pussy-mound through her dress.
She felt an immediate gratifying surge in her cunt. "To the letter."
"Mmmmm ... I see. Good girl." He reached for the decanter of wine in the middle of the table and poured her a glass-full of rich red Burgundy. "I've already ordered our dinner. I hope you don't mind. It's a specialty of the house and takes a little longer to prepare. I think you'll like it."
She took a long sip of her wine. Once again, his hand was on her crotch, and she dared to wriggle her pussy upward a little to acknowledge his caress. She enjoyed the depravity of sharing this intimate contact in a restaurant with a man she had just met. "I'm sure I'll like it, Brad. Mmmmmm ... good wine. Very good wine." She wriggled her cunt lasciviously against his hand and smiled at him.
"The best in the house, Jane. A girl like you deserves the best."
"That's what they keep telling me. You can't blame me if I believe it."
"That's what gives you class, baby. You think you're worth the best, and you get it."
She couldn't resist teasing him. She felt comfortable with this man. She knew already they had at least one thing in common. "Are you the best, Brad?"
"The best, baby." He grabbed her cunt-mound through her dress and squeezed it roughly.
"I believe you. I believe you."
Despite his severe appearance, Brad knew how to have fun. They laughed and drank wine until they were both pleasantly high. The water brought a lavish meal of teriyaki steak and shrimp and rice.
Tingling with excitement, she pulled her dress up. She enjoyed the feel of the leather against her ass. She was reminded of the afternoon with Lars, driving out to Eric's place, when she had rubbed her bare ass against his car seat. She was learning how much they appealed to her own hungry libido. She sighed with pleasure and went back to her meal.
Her attention was distracted almost immediately by Brad's fingers tracing their way up under her dress. The moment they made contact with her pussy-slit, she felt a hot rush of moisture inside. He stroked her clitoris with his fingertips. She parted her legs slightly, giving him easier access. She continued to eat, to watch the other diners, savoring the lewdness of what was happening to her. "Oh God, that feels good, Brad," she breathed between mouthfuls of steak. "You're an incredible pervert, doing this to me here, you know that."
"And you love every minute of it, baby." He ate one-handed, kept a proprietary hand on her crotch. "You're getting awfully wet down there, Jane. You naughty little girl, are you getting turned-on?"
"Oh God yes! Jee-zuz!" The excitement of their wanton situation drove her to an intense, subdued orgasm. She felt weak all over, at once complete and greedy for more of the obscene titillation. Her eyes told him what he had done to her.
He was pleased with the effect he had had on her. "You sure cum easy, Jane."
"Let's just say you know how to do it to me."
They finished their dinner quickly. It had ceased to hold much interest for them. Both were more interested in pursuing their sexual activities. When they were outside, he suggested they go for a little after dinner stroll. Jane was surprised and a trifle disappointed. She had thought he was as hot to trot as she was.
They went once around the block, saying little, stopping to kiss from time to time. She liked the way he did it. His lips were soft and supple. They invited her to come inside.
The streets were deserted, except for the odd couple heading to or from their car. He guided Jane into an alley behind the restaurant. They came to a service doorway that was dark and deserted. He backed her into it and pulled up her dress. His hands began to massage her cunt roughly, hungrily.
At once, Jane felt an answering surge of lust. She like it like this, hot, urgent, irresistible. The sound of his fly being opened was music to her ears. She felt the swollen head of his cock invade the slit between her thighs and ram deep up into her. She was standing on the doorsill, and it was easy for him to penetrate her. The angle was just right.
"God, your cock feels good in me," she breathed. She parted her legs and leaned back against the corner of the doorway. In the distance, she could hear the chatter and clatter coming from the restaurant kitchen. If anyone should come into the alley, they'd be caught cold. The idea only stimulated her lust. "God, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Brad!"
Brad didn't need to be encouraged. He had chosen this risky location to fuck the sexy blonde precisely because the element of risk turned him on more than anything. It thrilled him the way Jane was responding to the same excitement. She was soaking wet inside and, despite the awkwardness of their position, it was easy for him to work his cock lustily in and out of her welcoming twat.
"Jee-zuz, you're wet, Jane! It feels terrific in there! Good pussy, baby!" He gripped the firm rounded cheeks of her buttocks with the savage ardor. His prick felt harder than it had ever felt before. Brad was flying high on an urgent bolt of ecstasy.
"Mmmmmm, yeah! I love it like this! You really turn me on, Brad! Jeez, I feel like I'm going to cum right now! Uuuhh!" Jane had her eyes squinted tight. The only reality striking her senses was that hard plundering cock plowing her pussy-walls wide. The cool chill on her bare ass only accentuated the thrill of the situation. They were doing it, outside, in an alley, only a few yards away from a buzz of activity.
He responded to her wantonness by fucking her harder, deeper. He wanted to hear her wail with abandon, to cum right here in the doorway. "Come on, baby! You can do it! Cum for me!"
A lascivious smile raised the corners of her mouth. Sure, she could do it! She could do anything! She was hot! She let herself relax into his strokes. She let the warm wash of sensation sweep through her. "Mmmmmm, ooooohh, I'm cummmmmmming-g-g!"
Her voice was deep and resonant with the lusty intensity of her orgasm. The sound was like a serenade to Brad. He drove his penis in deeper, felt her pussy clutching convulsively around his rigid invasion. It wouldn't be long before he, too, would have to climax.
For long minutes, they ground their bodies together, relishing the obscene abandon that had possessed both of them, body and soul. From time to time, they would hear voices that seemed dangerously near, but each time their owners would move on, unaware of the lusty scene taking place so close.
Jane gripped Brad's hair and pulled his face close to hers. She drove her tongue deep into his throat ... tongue-fucked him to the same rhythm he had established into her clinging cunt. She loved the way he responded, sucked on her tongue, thrust his cock deep into her at the same time.
"Oohh! Oh! Oh! I'm cumming again! Oh, Brad!"
"Shit! Me too, baby! I'm spilling it into you! Jee-zuz-z-z!" They held each other feverishly tight for several moments, while their intense release swelled through them. Then they pulled apart, smiled and slowly began to make their way back out of the alley.
On the street, they passed a young couple engrossed in an intimate conversation. Jane felt Brad's cum running down the insides of her thighs and smiled at her own delicious secret.
Brad's car was a vintage MG, and they drove through the pleasant night along a quiet beach road that lead to a small, dimly lit motel. It was not at all luxurious, but it had a kind of funky depravity to it that appealed to Jane. It was the kind of place intended for lovers more than travelers. It was too remote to attract many passers-by.
Their room was small, dominated by a large double bed and a television set propped on a table behind the end board. "Terrific!" Jane quipped. "Too bad we don't have any popcorn! We could watch the late late show and gorge ourselves!"
He grinned at her as he pulled her dress up over her head. "We've got something better than that!" He smiled mysteriously. When she started to remove her underwear, he stopped her. He wanted her to remain clad in her skimpy black bra, her garter belt and stockings.
She promenaded around the room for him while he undressed, giving him tantalizing views of her ass from various angles.
"Sexy, baby! Now get over here on this bed, and we'll watch TV!" He turned the remote control switch, then maneuvered her onto hands and knees, facing the screen.
To Jane's surprise, the picture that came into focus was like nothing she had ever expected to see on a television screen. A young girl-she looked about sixteen-was lying naked on a bed, stroking a massive German shepherd. She encouraged the animal to lick her tits, her belly, and finally the hair-lined slit of her cunt, which she opened willingly for him.
The picture sent darting tingles of lust shooting through Jane's lewdly clad body. She remembered the weekend at Eric's and her own session with the big dog Cork. The thrill of being fucked by a dog had startled her then. But now, she was eager to see the young woman on the bed open her cunt to the dog's long ted taper, that was already protruding obscenely from his cock-sheath.
Behind her, Brad was roving his hands inquisitively over Jane's ass-cheeks. He loved the tantalizing way her garter straps framed the round buns of her ass. "What do you think, baby? Turn you on?"
She wondered if he knew the details of her weekend with Lars' other friends. She hedged, not wanting to shock him. "It's ... it's so depraved..." She undulated her ass-cheeks back into the palms of his hands, relishing the soothing strokes of his fingers.
He chuckled and drove a finger deep into the tight hole of her anus. "You little hot twat, you! How did you like fucking old Cork, eh?"
He knew. Obviously the idea turned him on. His finger in her ass hurt Jane in a way that appealed to her masochistic pleasure zone. "I loved it! I loved it, Brad! His cock was so hard in me!" The depravity of her confession excited Jane intensely. She ground her ass down hard onto the man's invading finger.
Brad twisted his finger this way and that inside her ass-hole. "Look at her, Jane! She's going to take that big stiff dog-cock right up into her pussy!"
The blonde had forgotten to watch the screen for a moment, so pleasurable were the sensations darting from her lewdly skewered ass. She looked now at the scene on the bed. The girl was kneeling animal fashion, guiding the dog's pointed red penis toward the upturned furrow of her pussy. The look on her face told just how urgently she needed that filling animal penis. She was hot!
Jane's mouth hung open as she watched the German shepherd's prick disappear into the tiny, hair-fringed hole. With the same reckless energy Jane had experienced with Cork, the dog started to fuck the girl. She was buffeted cruelly forward onto the bed, rocked back and forth in time to the force of his impaling strokes. She was loving it. Her face wore a dazed mask of unchecked lust.
"Shit! Look at her go!" Brad's voice betrayed his own arousal. His finger stroked in and out of Jane's ass-hole more wantonly. Then, as suddenly as it had entered, it pulled out.
"Uuuuuhhh!" Though in a sense it was a relief to have her ass-hole free of the unnatural intrusion, Jane was disappointed that he had deserted her. It had been feeling soo good! Almost immediately, she felt a blunt pressure at the entrance to her rectum. He wanted to bugger her!
The idea made Jane feel weak with excitement. Lars had taught her how much pleasure could be gleaned from having her private hole split wide. She wanted to feel that again. She wanted that big prick up in her anus. "Screw me!" she whined. "Fuck me in the ass, Brad!"
He did just that. He shoved his swollen cock deep up into her tightest hole, relishing the hot grip of her tissues on his glans. "Uuuuhhh! Baby! Sweet little ass-hole! You're good, baby! You're good all over!" Encouraged by the taunting undulations of her buttocks, he began to move his cock in and out of her ass-hole. Her anal flesh held him tight as he pulled out, encouraging him to plow his penis right back on up inside. Which he did.
The wanton pain-pleasure was just what Jane needed right now. "Uuuuhhh! Christ! It's good!" While the girl on the screen writhed wantonly before the dog's rigid prick, Jane shoved her ass hungrily back for more of Brad's filling ass-fucking. Her whole body was alive with the intensity of his sodomizing strokes. She shivered with the ecstasy coursing through her. For a moment, she thought she was going to faint.
But she rallied her strength and ground her buttocks wantonly back, coaxing him, taunting him, telling him how good he was doing her. "Feels wonderful! Oh God, it's good!"
Brad had never met a woman who could take it like Jane could take it. She seemed tireless, and boundless. Everything turned her on. Nothing had turned him on the way she was doing in a long, long time. "Shit, you're all woman, Jane! You're little ass-hole's tight as a second skin! You're fucking me good, lover!"
She loved his compliments. They encouraged her to be herself ... to respond as wantonly, as hungrily to his lewd grinding as her lusty being told her to. She felt pure animal. like the girl on the screen, she was ready for anything that would excite her, fill her up, carry her away from reality to the private fantasy-world of pleasure.
"Oh! Ooooohhh! I'm cumming-g-g!"
What had made her cum was the final swelling of his prick. "I'm shooting it into you, baby! Filling your tight little bung-hole!"
Feeling thoroughly sated, thoroughly used, Jane fell asleep almost at once.
When she awoke, there was a note from Brad and a hundred and seventy-five dollars on the TV table. The extra twenty-five was for transportation home. He had an early business meeting.
He hoped to see her again soon, he said. He had friends he wanted her to meet.
For a moment, Jane felt abandoned. She chided herself. This was the way it was with business arrangements. The price of freedom was finding her own way home.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Vince Renaldi was excited about the night ahead. He was about to become one of the men. He had been invited to his first stag party, and it was going to be a very big deal.
The host of the party was a friend of his father's, an insurance executive who lived in the most exclusive section of the city, on a hill overlooking the bay. The boy's father had given Vince a new Buick as a high school graduation present. The boy felt confident of the image he was projecting as he drove up to the big house, and handed the car over to the chauffeur to park.
He was ushered into the house by a butler in traditional garb. The somber-looking man indicated a door at the end of the hall. "The party's in there, sir.
Vince found himself in a large room full of men, many of them much older than Vince. The boy searched anxiously for his friend, Claude, the host's son and a tennis crony of Vince's.
"Hey, Vince! Glad you could come! How you doing?" Claude smacked Vince resoundingly on the shoulder. He was a tall, muscular boy, even bigger than Vince.
"Okay, man. This looks like one swell party! Lots of guys here, huh?"
"Dad-likes to get together a crowd for these things. Eric's one of his best friends, and Dad wanted to make this party something for him to remember. Of course Eric's only been married about five times. But what the hell! Any excuse for a party. Come on and get a drink."
Vince ordered a planter's punch at the bar. He intended to get bombed tonight. After all, why not? There weren't going to be any women around. What else was there to do? He and Claude stood side by side, watching the laughing groups of older men. "What happens at one of these parties anyway? I never could figure the attraction of parties without women."
"Hey, boy! Have you got a surprise in store! What makes you think there aren't going to be any women? There's just not going to be any of the kind of women you take out in public."
The boy felt a flicker of interest. So! There were going to be some surprises after all! He was beginning to wonder if some of the stories he'd heard about these kinds of parties might not be true. The strong drunk was starting to have its effect. "Now you've got me interested, Claude. Tell me more."
His friend grinned slyly. "I'm not telling you a thing. You're just going to have to find out for yourself."
Vince was on his second drink when Claude's father got up to announce the start of the show. To a chorus of whistles and catcalls, the upper part of the wall at one end of the room slid away to reveal a small stage.
"Hey, that's far out!" Vince was impressed.
"The old lady that built this place was an actress. She liked to put on private shows in here for her friends. Probably nothing like the shows Dad puts together, though."
From somewhere came the sound of rowdy music. Two women came out onto the stage and began to dance. They were wearing clinging evening gowns, cut down from the top and up from the bottom to reveal plenty of voluptuous young flesh. As the music grew more intense, the women became more abandoned. They began to strip, starting with their long evening gloves.
"Wow! I've never seen a striptease before!"
"Where you been all your life, Vince? This is just the warm-up. Wait until you see the main attraction!"
When the women were completely naked, two of the guests went up on a stage and picked the women up. They carried them back down into the room, where they attracted the men in two milling clusters. They all were interested in a kiss or a fondle. Vince and Claude remained observers.
To Vince's surprise, one of the men bent a woman over a table and started to fuck her from behind. "Look at that, will you!" He drained the rest of his second drink and immediately ordered a third. "This is a pretty heavy crowd!"
Claude was amused. "Yeah, some of Dad's friends are a little hard to keep up with. That one's Eric, the guest of honor."
"A last gasp before he sells himself into slavery, huh?"
"Not exactly slavery. Eric is not the kind of guy to go for that fidelity jazz. He'll probably be doing exactly the same thing as soon as the honeymoon's over ... or maybe before."
Vince had not been brought up to this kind of sophistication. He had his own opinions about some of the traditional values his parents had taught him. But he didn't know grown-ups flaunted them this flagrantly.
The longer he watched Eric's rock-hard cock screwing in and out of the bent-over woman, the hornier Vince got. He was beginning to entertain ideas of going in for his own share later. He had no qualms about pitting himself against the fucking abilities of these more experienced men.
Though it had been a long time since his teacher, Mrs. Brenner, had taught him some of the finer points of love, he had never lost the confidence she taught him. He still believed he could make any woman happy. Many times over the past year, he had regretted not being able to make connection with Mrs. Brenner again. But there had been other older women, all of them very satisfied recipients of his eager lovemaking.
By this time, both of the women were getting soundly fucked, with long lines waiting impatiently for their turn. It took Claude's father several tries to get the men's attention when he climbed up on the stage. "Hey, guys, it's time for our star attraction. I hope you'll be polite enough to give her the attention she deserves." Behind him, two men carried a couch into the center of the stage. They made their exit at once. The lights in the room grew dim. The play began.
A fashionable-looking woman walked onto the stage. Beside her walked a dog, securely tied to a leash. He was a Russian wolfhound, sleek and graceful. The woman was a blonde, exquisitely dressed in a fashionable suit, stockings and high heels. They looked like they had just come in from a walk on Park Avenue.
The woman sat down on the couch, kicked off her high heels and stretched out. She appeared to be exhausted. The dog sat next to her on the floor and lay his head on her breast. She stroked his head. The dog reciprocated by licking her hand lovingly. She seemed to grow impatient of the hindrance of her clothes. She stood up and removed her suit jacket. She was naked underneath. Her firm swelling breasts stood out proudly from her chest.
She slipped her skirt down over her taut hips. The men whistled as she stepped out of the skirt. She was wearing no panties with her garter belt and high heels. She paid no attention to the commotion caused by the men. The illusion that she was alone in her own living room was maintained.
On the floor, the men who did not have a woman now had a welcome diversion to ease their impatience. They stared awestruck at the voluptuous woman on the stage, scantily clad in her tantalizing outfit. Even the men whose cocks were stroking in and out of the women's cunts were watching the stage, seeking additional inspiration.
Again the woman lay down on the couch. She raised her arms up over her head and stretched lazily. Again she stroked the dog's head. He had been watching her every move, like a lovesick follower, a faithful attendant. There was no doubt that he was completely devoted to the woman. He leaned up and licked her face, then he began to lick one firmly swelling tit, that just happened to be in the line of fire between the dog and the woman's face.
At once the woman moaned lustily, then she bolted upright. Her face looked horrified, yet at the same time, there was the beginning of excitement growing there. She got up and walked over to a cabinet that stood at the back of the stage. She poured herself a long drink and downed it in one long swallow.
On the floor, the men were clapping and cheering wildly. The sight of the woman's taut, firm buttocks drove them to heady enthusiasm. As she walked back to the couch, where the dog was waiting patiently, her tits bounced provocatively. One or two of the men tried to climb up on the stage, but they were held back. "Let's see what she's going to do!" one of the men roared.
The blonde lay down on the couch, more carelessly this time. One leg sprawled down onto the floor. It was apparent from her face, and from her movements, that the alcohol had relaxed her. She smiled lazily as the dog maneuvered around and climbed up on the couch between her legs. He sniffed inquisitively at the crinkly red-blonde vee of her pussy.
"Ooooohh!" His long pink tongue had snaked out and licked wetly up over her cunt. The response was immediate. She writhed wantonly on the couch, let her legs part even wider. Her hands reached for her tits and began to fondle them salaciously.
Even from the bar, Vince could see that her nipples had grown erect. He had watched the activities on the stage intently. It had taken him only moments to recognize his former teacher, Mrs. Brenner. He had had no idea what had become of her when she left school. Even now, he was still having trouble believing that was her.
Not Mrs. Brenner! She couldn't be performing at a stag, letting a dog lick her twat! She just couldn't!
The boy felt a smoldering anger rear up inside him. He felt betrayed. He had kept a quiet, tender spot in his heart for his pretty teacher. He felt like she was turning it to mush, right in front of him. He polished off his drink and ordered yet another. He knew he was getting close to the point of drunkenness, but he didn't care! He had things to work out ... things he couldn't even begin to deal with without the aid of the booze.
Onstage, the dog was growing more and more fervent in his tonguing of the abandoned blonde's pussy. She was thrusting her cunt up to his muzzle, in lascivious little moves that showed how excited she was by his attentions. Her hands roamed hungrily over her breasts, her belly, the dog's head. Obviously, she was fast losing control of herself. She was hot!
"I think she wants to fuck!" somebody called out drunkenly from the attentive audience.
"Hey, cutie! Why don't you fuck that hound!
That'd be something to see!"
The dog seemed to get the same idea, at about the same time. He pulled back from her twat a little ways, growled low, then began to prod her cunt with his nose.
"Jeez! That critter does want to fuck her!" The men were still taking turns on the two strippers on the tables. A myriad of hands stroked the women as the audience grew more and more excited by the activity on the stage.
The blonde on the couch let herself be convinced by the cold nose prodding her clit. Whimpering hungrily, she maneuvered herself over onto hands and knees on the couch and waved her ass in the air, right in the dog's face.
At once, the dog raised up and wrapped his forelegs around her garter-clad ass. His lewd red prick protruded long and menacing from his cock-sheath. The animal was ready to fuck! He began to lunge forward, looking for the hot hole of his mistress' pussy.
For a while, Vince tried not to watch the lewd show onstage. But his curiosity got the better of him. Much as he was disgusted by what his old teacher was doing, he was still excited. He had heard about women fucking dogs, but he had never entirely believed it.
"The bitch!" he murmured between clenched teeth. His eyes were glazing with an intense sadistic excitement.
"What did you say, old buddy?" Claude was still standing next to him. He didn't take time to spare his friend a look-he was too wrapped up in the show-but if he had he might have been shocked by the expression on the younger boy's face. Something was happening to Vince. He was getting a quick education-like nothing he had ever experienced at school!
Again and again the dog's cock drove forward. Each time, it stabbed against the yielding flesh of the blonde's pussy, then slipped down between her legs.
"Why don't you give him a little help, girlie!" one of the men taunted her.
She seemed to make sense of his suggestion. Groaning wantonly, she reached back and guided her dog-lover's prick toward the craving hole of her pussy. She looked out into the audience for a minute. Her eyes looked faraway, dim with lust. They told the men just how much she wanted this animal cock. As the dog's penis soared up into her, she let out a wanton wail of pleasure. "Aaaaaaggghhhh! Ooooooooohh!"
The wolfhound immediately established a harsh hungry fucking pace deep into Jane's pussy. His paws made indentations in her sleek hips as they clutched her spasmodically. There was something incredibly primitive in the picture of the big dog screwing his pinioned female prey. Though she had created the situation, it was the animal now who was on top. It was clear that nothing could keep him from his purpose, now that he had had his first stroke of pussy.
The men on the floor were spellbound by the wanton titillation of the bestial mating taking place before them. Drunk with alcohol and arousal, each man in his turn took possession of a stripper. Most were done quickly. The intense excitement of the bizarre entertainment drove them easily over the peak into release. And just as easily, their excitement was revived.
The dog and the woman were united now in an urgent rhythm of copulation. She thrust her smooth firm buttocks eagerly back against the dog's hairy loins. His long sleek prick drove with plundering precision deep into her wet hungry twat, again, again, again. Beads of sweat stood out on the woman's brow. She was being driven out of her senses with the sheer euphoria of performing lewdly in front of a whole crowd of normally sophisticated men. She had brought them all in touch with the beast inside.
It took Vince a long time to reach his decision, but once he had, he moved quickly. One last sip of his drink, and he hastened toward the stage, jumped up onto it before anyone could stop him. The men started to boo him, but somebody silenced them. They became interested in what the baby among them had in mind. What did he intend to do to the whore fucking the big dog?
Vince strode over to the couch and knelt in front of the kneeling blonde, his lovely Mrs. Brenner who was now simply Jane. He was amazed at how in control he felt, considering how much he had drunk. With one deft maneuver he pulled his cock from his pants. He pulled her mouth to his swollen cockhead by using her blonde hair as handles. She groaned and looked up, frightened.
Their eyes met in a lightning bolt of recognition.
"Vince! Oh my God!" That was all she could say. His thick turgid cock prodded at her lips and drove ruthlessly right on up into her mouth. To the boy's astonishment, she took his lusty intrusion in her stride. She began to suck him with the same abandoned enthusiasm she had used that night long ago in the teachers' room. Her eyes met his from time to time. She no longer looked shocked. If anything, she looked even more excited than she had before. She manipulated her tongue and lips over his rigid cudgel with skilled ardor. At the same time, her buttocks undulated to welcome the dog's lusty pummeling.
A loud cheer rose from the watching men. Each of them felt he had witnessed the coming of age of one of their own. "Yeah! That's the boy! Make her suck it good!"
Mixed emotions filled Vince's mind. The talented mouth working over his aching cock told him to relax and enjoy the liquid pleasure that was teasing his prick to over-harder excitement. His conscience told him that something was terribly wrong her. How had he and Mrs. Brenner gone from those tender quiet sessions together to this circus? He looked down at the excited watching faces of the other guests. He saw the swaying white asses of the two women who seemingly could fuck forever.
Crazy! The whole thing was just too crazy! Suddenly Vince felt very drunk! He ceased to think. He let the mouth on his cock work on him, drain the juices from his balls. He came suddenly and copiously.
Blindly, he watched her swallow his load while her own body spasmed in the delirious ecstasy of orgasm. He looked across her back at the big dog, whose rhythm up into the woman's twat had suddenly become harsh, uneven, brutalizing.
Vince knew what it meant. The dog was cumming too! He was spilling his semen into her pussy, the same place where Vince...
He couldn't take any more. Pulling his prick from the sated blonde's mouth, he tucked it quickly into his pants. He jumped from the stage and hurried through the milling men, ignoring their congratulations, their pats on the back.
Outside, he got in his car and drove. It was dawn when he parked in a highway rest stop to sleep. At last, the sick feeling had gone.
None of it mattered anymore.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jane didn't know how she had got to bed the night before. She had dim memories of being carried off by arms ... many arms, reaching for her.
She awoke, alone, in a large bed in a sumptuous room. Sunlight streamed in through the lace curtain. Her head felt thick. She turned over carefully and groaned. A woman servant came in with a large glass of tomato juice. Jane drank it greedily. It was spiked, just the thing to wake her up.
Now she remembered that strange thing that had happened to her the night before. Vince! She had seen Vince's face ... she had sucked Vince's cock while the dog was screwing her! Was it real, or an illusion? Again she groaned, and struggled to a sitting position.
The door opened and Lars walked into the room. "Have a good night's sleep, my dear?" He leaned over and kissed her on the brow. "You were a sensation! The guests all loved the party!"
She smiled weakly and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "I'm glad they did. Personally, I remember almost nothing."
"That's because you drink too much, my dear. It's bad for the memory. And for the complexion." He reached down and stroked the little pouches under her eyes. "You'll have to be careful, Jane. You're putting a lot of wear and tear on your young beauty."
She felt a surge of hostility. How dare he speak to her like that? After all, everything she was-everything she had become-was for his pleasure, and that of men like him! He was aningrate, that's what he was!
"Now don't pout, Jane. A few of my friends are coming over for brunch. They'd like you to join us ... and so would I. I'm sure you'll find it worth your while."
"Okay ... I'll be down in a little while."
He paused at the doorway and smiled at her. The smile was completely impersonal. "Good girl. Oh ... and Jane ... be sure and take extra care with your makeup. You want to preserve the image of the fair young flower."
As she sat in front of the makeup mirror, the image of Vince's face-hurt, angry, disgusted-kept appearing and blurring before her eyes. Was it really him? She didn't want to know. It didn't matter.
His look didn't tell her anything she didn't know already.
