The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends, and peer groups. Certainly, in our multi-faceted society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.
Janet Morgan is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about her awakening sexuality, sometimes being angered over her youthful misjudgments. It is only through a series of unusual developments that Janet manages to pull her world into perspective and define her true ambitions and objectives. .
THE NEIGHBOR GIRL'S HOT ITCH is the story a young American girl coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is a difficult one.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Janet Morgan was the picture of innocence in her girl scout uniform as she slowly walked down Spruce Street. Her blonde hair set in pig tails made her look very young. Only her body, hidden beneath the uniform, showed that a woman was beginning to emerge. She sighed in quiet desperation and shuffled her sample box of girl scout cookies and order blanks to her other hand as a car stopped at the corner.
"Janet!" a pretty girl called, sticking her head out of the car window.
Janet looked up, seeing her friend Ellen wave from the car. She quickened her steps and waved back. "Where're you going, Ellen?" she asked, stopping at the side of the car.
"Home," Ellen said. "I've sold plenty of cookies this afternoon and Daddy's taking me to the movies tonight for my reward," she bragged.
"How many have you sold?" Ellen's father, Kenneth, asked from behind the steering wheel.
"Only two boxes," Janet said, exasperated. "And they were to my Aunt Mildred."
Ellen giggled.
"You shouldn't laugh," Kenneth said to his daughter. "Janet's probably just running into a little bad luck."
He looked out at Janet. "Don't worry, honey. A pretty girl like you should have no trouble at all selling cookies. I'm sure your luck will change soon."
"Thank you, Mr. Walters," Janet said, feeling a little better. "I'll try harder, that's all."
"Good girl," Kenneth said. "And smile more at the husbands. They like that." He winked at Janet and put the car in gear.
"Bye, Janet," Ellen called as her father pulled away.
Janet stood there in the warm afternoon sun and waved, a plan forming in her pretty young head.
She crossed the street, heading for the red brick house on the corner, confident, yet a little nervous about her plan. Pausing in front of the house, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She knew if Ellen's father was right, it would work on Mr. Ferguson.
She remembered all the times she'd caught Mr. Ferguson looking at her and the other girls as they passed by his house. In the past, he had always made her jittery. Now she saw him in an entirely different light. He was going to be the first of many who would buy her cookies.
Janet walked up the walk, a wide knowing smile spread across her full innocent lips. She knocked on the door, her heart thumping wildly in her breast. It seemed like an eternity before she heard footsteps. She was about to chicken out when the door opened.
"And what can I do for you?" Don Ferguson asked, staring at the pretty young girl scout on his porch.
"Hi! I'm Janet Morgan. I live down the street... " He cut her off before she could explain why she was there. "I know you. Come on inside where it's cool."
Janet sighed with relief. Getting inside was half the battle. She followed him into the large comfortable living room.
"I'll bet you're selling cookies," he said, smiling warmly at her, conscious of her young figure pressing against the tight confines of her girl scout uniform.
Janet smiled back at him. She tried to relax and, at the same time, look sexy. "Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked. "I've been walking all day."
"Of course," he said. "Would you like some soda?"
"That sounds good," Janet said, letting her uniform slip up her thigh as she sat down. She hoped he would like looking at her legs.
He came back in the room carrying a glass of Coke. His eyes bugged out when he spotted her legs. They were parted slightly and he caught a glimpse of her panties as she walked slowly over and handed her the glass. "It's nice and cold."
"Thank you," Janet said, taking the glass and sipping the cold soda. "Ummmm."
She enjoyed the way he was looking at her legs. His eyes seemed to be doing something to her insides. She felt all squishy and warm. "Is your wife home?" she asked, starting conversation to relax herself.
He sat down next to her, making sure his knee touched her leg. "She's visiting her mother in New York," he said. The subject of his wife made him feel grumpy. "Let's talk about you."
Janet was glad Mrs. Ferguson was away. She didn't want her walking in the room and breaking the mood before he signed to buy some cookies. She was glad for another reason, which she only felt, but didn't understand.
She was conscious of his knee touching her leg. She didn't move, letting him enjoy his boldness. If I keep this up, she thought. I'll sell him a lot of cookies. She giggled.
"Is anything the matter?"
"No, Mr. Ferguson. I was thinking of something my girl friend said this morning."
"Call me Don," he suggested, pressing his knee against her thigh.
"Okay, Don," she said, caressing his name with her soft child-like voice. She squirmed slightly on the couch, wanting her uniform to go higher.
Don's mouth went dry as her uniform slid halfway up her thigh, baring her soft creamy flesh. He wanted to touch it, caress it, lick it. Out of all the girls in the neighborhood, he had always liked Janet the most. She was prettier than the rest and her figure was that of a young woman and not that of a teenage girl.
He felt that handled correctly, she could be taught to enjoy the sexy woman within her.
"As you already know, Don," Janet said softly, "I'm selling cookies for my girl scout troop." She opened her blue eyes wide, staring hotly into his face. "And, I was wondering if you would like to buy a box or two. They're very good," she added quickly, still not sure of her womanly charm.
Don smiled at her, letting his hand rest on her shoulder. "I'm sure they're very good, Janet. But, I don't eat cookies."
Janet felt the sale slipping away and she was angry. She decided to be bolder. She set down her soda and reached for an order blank.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," she whimpered, inching closer to him. "I haven't sold a box all day." She looked up into his face. Her lips were inches from his mouth. She could feel his breathing on her cheeks. The closeness of this man, his aftershave that permeated the air, the sheer masculinity of his broad shoulders, and his handsome face were having an effect on her.
His hand slipped down off her shoulder, grazing across her firm, well-proportioned tit. She shuddered and moved away. His touch seemed to have burned through her uniform and bra, leaving an imprint on her soft tit-flesh.
"You shouldn't have done that, Mr. Ferguson," she gasped, her eyes bright and shining.
"It was an accident," he said. "I'm sorry."
She looked at him suspiciously. He sounded genuinely sorry. She forced a smile. It was one thing to tease a little, but to let a man touch you, was something else.
"Okay, Mr. Ferguson. I accept your apology."
"Since you accepted my apology, will you call me Don again?" He smiled disarmingly at her.
Janet relaxed. "Okay, Don." She felt strange between her legs. She squeezed them together, feeling the juice in her young pussy seep out into her panties. Oh, God, she thought. She glanced quickly at Don, wondering if he could tell she was hot.
"How come you're staring at me?" he asked.
"Oh," she said, blushing. "I didn't realize it."
"Don't be nervous," he said. "I won't bite you." He touched her shoulder again, hoping she wouldn't move away.
She felt her nipples grow hard and press against the material of her bra. She hoped he couldn't see them. "Don," she said breathlessly. "I would appreciate it if you would buy at least one box of cookies." She prayed inwardly, that when she stood up, her uniform wouldn't be soaked with pussy juice. She squirmed under his sexy stare.
"I'll tell you what," he said, knowing she was hot, but not yet able to cope with it. "If you give me a kiss, I'll buy a box. Is it a deal?"
She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Mr. Ferguson!" she exclaimed. "You're a married man!"
He grinned and put his finger to her lips. "It's Don. Remember?"
The touch of his finger on her lips made her head spin. As if in a trance, she nodded. "You promise?" she sighed, her voice quaking.
"Yes, Janet. One small kiss and I'll buy a box of cookies."
Janet trembled at the thought of his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and angled her head up, waiting expectantly for his mouth to touch hers.
For a second, Don stared at the young girl, her young sensuous mouth puckered nervously. He put his lips to hers and kissed her lightly, holding her by the shoulders.
Janet felt his lips touch hers. It was the most erotic experience she had ever encountered. His kiss seemed to burn into her soul. She felt his tongue slip out of his mouth and press against her lips. She moved back instinctively, but his hand went around to the back of her head, holding her firmly. She tried squirming away, but his grip was too strong. He forced her lips apart and snaked his tongue inside her warm wet mouth. She panicked and at the same time, a glow began to spread through her body.
Gently, but with strength, Don eased her back against the couch, probing her mouth with his tongue. He could feel his cock throb in his pants as he kissed her eagerly, exploring every inch of her hot young mouth.
"Oh, Don," she gasped as he broke the kiss, burying his face in her neck. "You shouldn't have kissed me like that." She could feel his tongue lick her neck and tease at her ear. It was driving her crazy. His lips seemed to be burning into her flesh. She squirmed and twisted in his arms. "Please stop," she sighed, her head spinning with indecision.
Abruptly Don sat up, staring into her flushed and excited face. "Didn't you like my kiss?" he teased, knowing full well the dilemma he was causing for the young girl.
"Oh, yes," she panted, sorry now that he had stopped. "I did."
He held her eyes with his stare and reached out, touching the front of her girl scout uniform. He could feel the outline of her nipple as it pressed against his palm.
"Please don't," she whispered, her eyes pleading with him. She wanted to move away, but found that she couldn't. Her confused body would not respond.
"Please don't what?" he teased.
"Don't touch me on my tit." Talking about it seemed to get her hotter. She found herself pushing unconsciously against his palm, wanting him to do more.
Don squeezed her tit gently, massaging the soft pliable flesh through her uniform. She had tits that fit comfortably in his hand. His throat went dry at the thought of licking and kissing her nipples.
As his hand kneaded her soft flesh, her breathing came in hot short gasps. She trembled under his touch. Her thoughts drifted to the words of warning from her mother about not letting anyone touch her, but it didn't matter. It felt too good to have him stop. He would stop soon enough on his own and she would have her sale. In the meantime, she was going to enjoy every second of this glorious forbidden experience.
With quick deft hands, Don unbuttoned her uniform and touched the creamy softness of her flesh. His hand dipped into the cup of her bra and caressed her nipple, rubbing it against his rough palm.
The touch of his hand on her naked tit snapped her back to reality. He was going too far. "Don! Stop!"
Her words went unheeded as he took her in his arms, kissing her roughly on the mouth as his hands explored her back and down to her rounded hips.
She tried to twist free of his strong grasp, but couldn't. He pinned her back against the couch and she felt his hand slide up her uniform, touching the milky flesh of her thigh. Frightened about him finding her panties soaked, she panicked, gripping her legs tightly together.
Don kissed her face and neck, snaking his tongue down to the small crevice between her young tits. He licked her flesh, hearing her whimper with delight. Plucking the small tit out of her bra, he sucked deeply on the nipple, feeling her breathe heavily as she became more excited.
"Oh, my God," Janet moaned. His greedy sucking mouth seemed to tug on the nerves of her pussy as he sucked on her tit. Each time he sucked on her nipple, a tremor swept through her virgin cunt. She held his head, running her fingers through his hair as he continued to suck and lick her small tits, Don sat up, looking into her passion-filled face. "Take off your uniform," he rasped, wanting to see every inch of her young innocent body.
"I can't," she said, shaking her head. "I'm a nice girl."
"I know that, Janet," he soothed, rubbing her tits as he eased her uniform off her shoulders. "But I'll buy a lot of cookies from you."
Her uniform was down around her waist before she knew it. She looked down at her tits, straining at the small white cups that held them captive. Her eyes drifted up to his and she saw the way he was ogling her tits. It turned her on even more. She shivered with delight. It no longer mattered about the cookies. The pleasure she saw in his eyes as he stared at her tits was enough for her.
"Do you want me to take off my bra?" she asked hesitantly, hoping he would. At the same time, she wished he would help her get dressed and send her home. The whole scene was beginning to be too much for her to handle.
"Yes," he said, his cock throbbing wildly in his pants.
With her hands shaking, Janet reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.
"Do you like them?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear and desire.
"They're beautiful," Don said, leaning her back on the couch. He ogled her firm tits, caressing the soft milky flesh, kneading them and rubbing the nipples.
"Lift up."
She looked at him, her eyes questioning.
"Lift up," he said again, taking her uniform in his hands.
She lifted up, her eyes glued to his as he whisked off her uniform and dropped it to the floor. She looked down at her body, clad only in panties, knee socks and saddle shoes. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. No man had ever seen her like this, not even her father.
"You're gorgeous," he said, his eyes contemplating the sheer innocence of her youth. He ran his fingers lightly over her stomach. She sucked in her breath as he touched her. His hand drifted down to her white cotton panties, tracing a path along the elastic top.
Janet swallowed hard as she watched his hand caress and explore her body. His touch sent fires raging through her flesh as she panted and sighed each time he touched a new place.
"Stand up and let me look at you," he whispered as he leaned back against the couch.
Self-conscious and nervous, Janet took a deep breath and stood up. She liked having him ogle her body. It made her feel like a woman. Her legs felt like rubber as she stood in front of him. She could feel her cunt juice and knew her thighs were gooey with it.
She crossed her legs, not wanting him to see her wet pussy. She put her thumb in her mouth, covering her naked tits with her arms.
"Don't be shy," he said gently. "Let me look at you."
Slowly, Janet dropped her arms to her sides. She watched him devour her body with his eyes and she loved it. It helped her to lose her shyness. She posed her body, jutting out her hip, like she had seen in some of the magazines, and rested her hand on it. "Turn around," Don suggested. "Let me see you from the back.
Getting into the spirit of it, Janet turned slowly, swaying her hips provocatively. "How do I look?" she asked, her voice quivering. She bent over, giving him a good view of her heart-shaped ass and wet pussy.
"Fantastic," he groaned, rubbing his crotch. "You're terrific!"
Janet turned around. "I'm glad you like me," she whispered innocently. "Can I get dressed now?"
Don smiled. The poor beautiful girl was the most innocent thing he had ever met. He knew she was hot. He had seen the dark patch between her thighs where her juices had soaked her panties. Doesn't she know what this is all about? He shook his head in wonder.
"Take down your panties, Janet," he said with authority, yet with gentleness so as not to scare her.
"But... but... " she stammered. "Didn't I do enough?" Her heart fluttered at the thought of having a man see her completely naked.
"Come here, Janet," Don said sternly, his eyes baring her very soul.
Janet felt compelled to listen. She walked toward him, mesmerized by his handsome face and sexy eyes. She stood in front of him, feeling his hot breath on her belly. She felt as if her whole world centered on this moment.
Don's hands went to her waist. He caressed her hips, slowly easing down her panties until a hint of her soft brown pussy hair peeked out above the elastic at the top of her white cotton panties.
"Oh, Don," she sighed, swaying on her feet. She felt his hands slide down her panties until they were at her knees. She felt lightheaded at the sensuality of it all, standing naked in front of a grown man.
Don's eyes widened in awe as he stared hungrily at Janet's sweet young pussy. His breath caught in his chest at the sight of her light brown pussy hair, glistening with the aromatic scent of innocence. He caressed her bare hips and thighs, pushing down her panties farther. They dropped to her ankles, lying in a puddle at her feet.
His hand eased between her thighs, inching upward to the heavenly delights of her wet virgin cunt. His other hand swept over her hip and caressed the rounded curve of her ass cheeks, teasing and lightly touching the soft crack that separated her lovely ass.
She looked down at him, her eyes hazy with desire. It was like a dream, watching him do things to her young body she had only thought about. His touch was setting fire to her flesh and she gasped, resting her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling.
In the back of her mind, her conscience was trying to fight the animal urges that Don was bringing to the surface.
"Ah, ah, ah," she sighed. With one hard effort she backed away. "Please stop." She shook her head, trying to regain control over her emotions. "No! No more!"
CHAPTER TWO
Don ignored her empty words, staring at her as she stood naked before him. Her innocence and youthful beauty overpowered him. What stood before him was a dream. The dream was Janet, a hot passionate woman-child, her body screaming to be brought to life. He had to have her. His eyes swept over her body, taking in every inch of her firm flesh.
"Come back," he ordered, his eyes boring into her.
Her eyes filled with lust. She took two steps, moving close enough to feel his hot breath on her stomach. She bit her lower lip and waited.
Don's finger eased between her swollen pussy lips, dipping into the juicy gash at the entrance to her virgin cunthole. He greased his fingers with her oozing juice as she leaned on him for support.
"Oooooooh," she cooed as his finger rubbed against her hard little clit. The sensation turned her legs to rubber and she almost fell.
"You shouldn't do that," she whimpered, her hips beginning to move in rhythm to his sliding finger. "You mustn't."
Her soft pleas fell on deaf ears as he held her in his arms. "Shhhh, baby," he soothed, easing her down to the soft thick carpet. "Everything's going to be all right."
Janet lay back on the floor, naked except for her knee socks and shoes. She looked up at Don as he stood above her. His hot flashing eyes seemed to burn into her flesh.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, frightened at what his answer might be.
"Nothing, Janet," he said. "Relax."
She watched as he undid his belt and pulled down his pants and shorts, gasping at the sight of his huge thick prick. She had never seen a prick up close. She was fascinated at the way it stuck straight up in the air. Her breath quickened. Her sexual curiosity was aroused as she watched him strip naked.
Don came down beside her, his flesh touching her soft burning skin. It made her swoon. She could feel the heat of his cock as it touched her thigh. Afraid to move, she lay there, closing her eyes. Things had gotten out of hand. She had only wanted to tease him a little so he'd buy her cookies. Now she was lying naked next to him, his prick touching her bare flesh.
"This is wrong," she sighed, facing him. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting him to see the burning passion in her eyes. "Please let me get dressed."
"You don't want to leave now," Don said, laying his arm across her naked body. He kissed her, snaking his tongue between her moist lips, exploring the wetness of her youthful mouth. He felt her tremble in his arms as he caressed each soft pliant tit and her flat belly, keeping his fingers away from the furry patch of pussy hair.
His hot kiss burned down to the center of her hot dripping pussy. She threw her arms around him, scrambled on top of his hard naked body, and rubbed herself against him. She gave herself up to the passion that was spreading throughout her quivering flesh. It no longer mattered about the cookies. She wanted him, needed him. She sucked greedily on his tongue, using her teeth to nibble on the rubbery intruder.
She could feel his cock sear into her stomach, its hardness pushing against the soft creamy flesh of her belly. Her tits crushed against his hairy chest, his bristly hairs making her nipples twitch. She forced her tongue between his hungry lips, darting it into the hidden recesses of his clinging mouth. She felt him suck on her tongue, almost pulling it out by the root.
She gasped and broke the kiss. "That hurt," she panted, looking down into his handsome face.
His hands cupped the rounded swells of her ass and he rocked her back and forth across his prick. "You are one hot little tigress," he rasped, his cock throbbing against her soft belly.
"Let's kiss some more," she suggested innocently, wiggling on his muscular frame. "I like that. Kissing you makes me all mushy inside."
Don grinned at her exuberance and complete trust in him. "Let me lie on top of you."
"Oh, no," she said quickly. "Things can happen that way." Pictures of men and women fucking raced through her mind. "I'll stay on top of you." She felt safer in this position, more in control of what could happen.
Don grinned, his white, even teeth gleaming. "Here goes my sweet innocent baby." He held her tight and rolled.
"No! No! No!" she howled, afraid of what he was going to do. "Stop!" It was over before she could do a thing. She lay beneath him, his strong heavy legs pinning her legs apart and his hands holding her arms above her head.
"Now," he said, looking down into her frightened face. "This isn't so bad, is it?"
"Please let me up," she begged, her eyes brimming with tears. "I want to go home."
"Relax, Janet," Don said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Then let me up," she sobbed. It wasn't a game any more. She was frightened. He could do things to her that she had only heard about in whispers at school. She began to realize she had started this and was sorry. The bike wasn't worth what could happen now. Up to this moment it had seemed so daring and forbidden, yet so good.
"Have I hurt you yet?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No." She sniffed back a tear.
"And I'm not going to hurt you now," he explained, trying to ease her panic. "Besides, look at how many boxes of cookies you're going to sell."
His reference to cookies made her smile and she relaxed somewhat, beginning to enjoy the feeling of his strong body on hers. "You'll buy a lot?" she asked, sniffling.
"Yes, baby," he said softly, easing up on the pressure on her arms. He held himself up over her, using his arms for support. "Have you ever done this with a boy before?" he asked, staring into her nervous face.
"Oh, no," she said emphatically. "Never!"
"Do you like it?" he asked, knowing full well her little cunt was bubbling over with passion.
"Yes," she sighed. "I did up until now. But I'm afraid you might try and put your thing in me."
"You mean my cock," he teased, using the word to see if it shocked her.
"Yes," she said, blushing.
"Why don't you say it," he suggested, rubbing his prick into her belly.
"What?" she asked, stunned, her eyes wide with the passion that was building in her belly.
"Say, cock."
She shook her head. "No." She avoided his eyes.
"Say it or I'll fuck you," he threatened. "Oh, no!" she gasped, trying to squirm out from under him.
"Say it!" he demanded, holding her tight beneath him.
Afraid of his threat, Janet gulped. "Cock," she said, the word barely audible.
"Louder!"
"Cock!" she said. "Cock! Cock! Cock!" she sobbed against his broad chest. "Now please let me up."
"Soon, baby," he promised, grinding his cock into her belly.
"Your cock is getting me all wet," she said, not knowing what was happening. "Take it off me."
"It's my cum, Janet. It happens when I get hot. Just like it does to you."
Janet blushed, knowing exactly what he meant. She had seeped cunt juice before, but never like this.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," he explained. "It happens when you want to get fucked."
"I don't want to do that," she said, shaking her head vehemently.
"Your pussy says you do," Don said, easing her thighs apart with his knees.
"No," she whimpered. "Don't do that." She tried to hit him, but he grabbed her wrists with one large hand and held them tightly as he spread her legs farther apart.
"See," he said, wiping his free hand between her legs and across her cunt. "Your pussy is creaming for my cock. That's why you're all wet."
"That's not true," she argued, loving the way he had just touched her. "It's not true." But deep inside, Janet knew it was true. She avoided Don's eyes, ashamed of her desires.
"You like this," he said, gliding his hand across her cunt again.
She shook her head, keeping her eyes closed, trying to shut out the wonderful feeling his hand was causing in her pussy.
Don stroked her cunt lightly, teasing at the soft velvety folds of her pussy lips and touching her sensitive, protruding little clit. He could feel her quiver each time his hand touched her clit. Inwardly, he grinned. Soon she would be ready. Frightened, yes, but not a screaming, hysterical kid who would bring the neighbors down on him. He didn't intend to lose this golden opportunity to fuck the sweetest little girl on the block. Patience was the key.
Janet kept her eyes closed, listening to Don's heavy breathing as he stroked her wet pussy. The feeling between her legs was growing into a fiery rage. Her hips started to move slowly, trying to keep pace with his gliding finger. She rocked back and forth on the floor, the long nap of the rug tickling her between her ass cheeks.
Don, seeing her relax somewhat, repositioned himself, letting his cock touch her cunt. He let go of her wrists and slid his cockhead along her wet dripping gash. Her pussy juice inflamed his mind as he forced himself not to plunge his prick into her virgin cunt. He knew the longer he waited, the easier and the better it would be.
Janet opened her eyes wide as he let go. "What are you d-doing?" she stammered. "Please don't," she begged, her ass squirming, trying to get away from his thick cock. "I'm a virgin."
"I know," Don said, the fire in his body building to the boiling point. "But not for long."
Her mouth opened in shock, her eyes dilated with fear, and her body froze in panic as Don plunged his thick hard cock into her virgin cunt. His prickhead pressed against her cherry, then ripped through the thin membrane as if it were butter, and plunged deep into the steamy depths of her virgin pussy.
"Aggghhhhhh!" Janet screamed as his thick cock ripped through her young tender flesh, tearing and slicing into the squishy tightness of her pussy.
Don groaned as her cunt closed around his thick shaft, clinging to it, adjusting to the newness of it. "Sweet little baby," he soothed in her ear.
"Take it out! Take it out!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It hurts!" She beat on his chest and muscular arms.
He held her, letting her cunt become accustomed to being filled, and at the same time rocked her in his arms. He stopped, easing his cock out until only the tip was buried inside her hot tight pussy.
"Relax, baby," he whispered, looking down into her flushed, tear-stained face. "It'll feel wonderful in a second."
She looked up into his handsome, lust-filled face. She wanted to believe him, everything else had felt wonderful. "But it hurt so bad," she whimpered.
"Does it hurt now?" he asked, keeping his voice soft and steady.
"No, but you only have a little in me."
"Trust me," he said, easing some of his throbbing cock back in her cunthole.
"Ooooh, ooooh, ohhhh!" she gasped, sucking in her breath as his cock stretched her tiny pussyhole. She held onto his wide shoulders, her eyes filled with sexual curiosity and the fear of the unknown.
Slowly and deliberately, Don eased his cock into her cunt until the entire length of his shaft was buried, his cock hairs touching her wet pussy hairs. He held it still, letting her adapt and relax.
Tentatively, Janet began moving her ass on the rug, feeling his giant cock in her pussy. She clenched his shoulders, using her body to ease his prick in and out of her cunt, in short tantalizing strokes.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, enjoying the things she was doing. "You're catching on quick."
"Yes! Yes!" she sighed. "It does feel good. Kiss me." She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down on her trim young body. His chest hairs scratched against the soft flesh of her tits. She darted her tongue into his waiting mouth, exploring, teasing, relishing this new feeling of being fucked.
Don lay still on top of her, enjoying the fantastic sensations of this hot little girl scout as she squirmed and twisted under his body, fucking herself with his throbbing cock. He sucked on her tongue and rolled his hips from side to side as she humped his prick.
"Ah, ah, ah," she whimpered, breaking the kiss. "Keep doing that." She ground her hips down, her clit rubbing roughly into his groin as he rolled his hips rhythmically from side to side.
Don knew she belonged to him. He pushed up, staring down into her innocent young face.
It was flushed and her eyes were filled with lust. He eased his cock out again, leaving only the tip inside her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Put it back! Put it back!" She hated this feeling of emptiness. She arched up her pussy to capture his long meaty cock, but he moved back, keeping only the head in.
"You'll get it soon enough," he teased, enjoying the hungry look of passion in her eyes.
"I want it now," she whimpered, trying to get his prick inside her empty cunt. "Please!"
"What do you want?" he goaded.
"Your cock!" She liked saying these dirty words. She grinned up at him lewdly. "I want you to fuck my pussy with your prick. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"You are ready," he groaned. With a long powerful lunge, he slammed his bloated prick deep into her tight dripping cunt, burying it to the hilt. He rocked back and forth, his cock scraping the sensitive wet walls of her pussy.
"Aghhhh!" she howled as his cock filled her to the brim. "Pump! Pump!" She arched up, grinding her hips and pussy onto his driving cock.
Don began to pump ferociously, driving and pounding his prick into her greedy sucking cunt. He could feel her cunt muscles cling to him each time his cock lunged into her pussy, trying to keep it from going back out again. Faster and faster, he rammed and shoved his pulsating cock into her squishy cunt.
"Oooohhhh!" she moaned, arching up and bucking her hips each time his powerful cock greased through her cunt. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his broad back, digging her heels into his muscles. It afforded more access to her hot pussy, and she groaned as new places were touched by the head of his driving cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing and biting his face and chin as she gasped and panted for more of his delicious cock.
Their sweaty bodies slammed unmercifully at each other, the wet slapping sounds echoing in the room. Each driving lunge of Don's forceful cock was met by an equally hard upward thrust of Janet's wet gushy pussy. They clung desperately to each other, trying to find release from the overpowering lust that was enveloping them.
Janet became frightened as the exquisite pleasure seemed to take control, causing her to sob and cry hysterically as Don slammed and banged his heavy cum-filled cock into her raw juicy cunt. She couldn't control her movements any longer as she thrashed and twisted, trying to put out the raging inferno that was spreading through her young body.
"Oh, God in heaven!" she cried. "I can't take it any more!" Her head tossed loosely from side to side, her blonde hair swished across her flushed, passion-filled face as the moment grew more intense. She raked his back with her nails, leaving long thin red lines in his flesh.
Don howled as the stinging pain of her nails penetrated his senses. It made him buck and jerk like a wild man on her young quivering body. His cock swelled to enormous proportions in her tight steamy pussy, stretching it, making it accept it.
"I'm going to come!" Don yelled, his cock filling with cum. His strokes became shorter and more rapid as he quickly approached his climax.
In the back of her mind, Janet sensed that what was going to happen to her now would change her for the rest of her life. She was becoming a woman, a woman of extreme passion in the body of a teenage girl.
"Yes, yes!" she urged, chanting and groaning as he tortured her body with exquisite strokes of his magnificent cock. "Fill my pussy! Fuck! Fuck!"
In one violent plunge of his cock, Don's prick exploded. Cum surged from his cockhead, spattering and filling her pussy. His muscles tightened into hard straining knots as he rammed his exploding cock into her cunt. The veins in his neck bulged, throbbing with each loud beat of his heart.
"I'm comminnnnggg!" he screamed, drenching her sopping cunt with his thick gooey cum.
Janet's eyes widened as she stared at Don's red face. She felt the first wad of cum splatter against the back of her cunt. It seemed to burn a path into her belly. It was then that unbridled panic gripped her young mind as he pounded her pussy. Her first climax was beginning to build rapidly and she didn't know what it was.
"Don! Don! Don!" she screamed, afraid of her own body and what it was doing to her.
She reached her peak, her body shaking and rocking under Don's powerful lunging cock. Her pussy exploded like a hot bubbling volcano, sending intense pleasure through the rest of her bucking humping body.
"Aghhhh!" she screamed, her cunt spasming, clutching and milking Don's driving cock of its jism. Lights flashed behind her eyes, her mouth went slack, spit drooled out of the corners of her lips, and her head thrashed from side to side as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure racked her flesh.
Don felt her tight pussy pulsate against his ramming cock. He could see and feel that she was coming. It made him pound her pussy harder and faster. He wanted to give her a thrill she would never forget and always return for. He wanted this sweet child, with the hot hungry cunt, to be his.
Succumbing to the exquisite pleasure of her first orgasm, Janet began twisting and jerking, gasping and panting, as her body became a quivering mass of sexual fulfillment. Her eyes rolled loosely in their sockets, her muscles tightened, and her legs shot out straight as she arched and bucked her hips against Don's spurting, driving prick.
With one last violent lurch of her young body against Don, she collapsed back on the rug, her breath coming in short rapid gasps. Her eyes tried focusing on the ceiling, but all she saw were the blurring images of her private light show.
Don stopped pumping, his cock drained of its cum. He held himself above her, not wanting to burden her with the weight of his body.
"How was it, baby?" he asked, trying to catch his breath.
"I thought I was going to faint," she moaned, her tits heaving, the nipples still hard from the memory of her climax. "I never knew anything could feel so fabulous."
"It can be a lot better," he said, easing his limp cock from her tight pussy.
"I don't see how," she said, coming back to the world of reality. She sat up, feeling embarrassed about her nudity.
"You'll know soon," Don said grinning.
She avoided his smile and grabbed her clothes. The little girl had returned to the surface and the woman, who had been released for a short time, had retreated back into hiding.
Don enjoyed watching this radical transformation in Janet. "You can get dressed in there," he said, pointing toward the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Janet came out dressed in her girl scout uniform, her hair brushed and her face flushed with child-like embarrassment.
"You're still going to buy some cookies, aren't you?" she asked shyly.
"As many as you want me to buy," Don said, grinning from ear to ear.
Janet's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yes."
She handed him the order forms, still avoiding his gaze. "You fill out how many you want." She walked nervously to the window and looked out, waiting for Don to fill out the blank.
"Janet," Don said.
She came back, taking the forms and a check. "Thank you, Don," she said softly, not looking at how many he had bought.
"I bought ten boxes," he said. "If anyone asks, you can say I bought some for a few friends." He winked at her and she blushed.
"Thank you." She walked to the door, feeling his eyes riveted on her round ass.
"Don't be a stranger," he called as she opened the door.
Janet didn't turn around, but hurried out the door and ran down the front walk and across the street, her mind and body a mixture of contrasting emotions. The woman inside, screaming to come out, and the little girl, trying to keep her buried until she could better handle the emotional conflicts of a woman. At least, she thought happily, when she reached the corner and caught her breath, I've sold ten boxes.
CHAPTER THREE
Janet crossed the street, not wanting to pass in front of Don Ferguson's home. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him on the porch with his wife. She looked the other way, remembering the fury he had unleashed in her three days ago. It still frightened her to think of it, yet at the same time, she craved what she denied herself.
For the past three mornings, she had woke up, her face covered with perspiration. The crotch of her panties was soaked with pussy juice that flowed during the night. It was always the same dream--cocks plunging and gouging out her aching pussy. Her tiny clit had become so sensitive during the nights of endless dreams, that the slightest touch sent tremors sweeping through her cunt.
Last night, her nerves frayed, she went to bed without panties, hoping that without friction there would be no dreams. She was wrong. In the morning, she found herself with her hand between her sticky thighs, her finger caressing the hard little knob that ached and throbbed. She forced herself to take a cold shower, hoping the cold water would wash away the heat and the memory of cocks poking and jabbing at her young body. It didn't work. Here she was walking by his house, the man who awakened the horrible sexual demon within her body.
"Janet!" Don called from his porch.
She didn't turn around, pretending she didn't hear him.
"Janet!" he called again.
She stopped and looked across the street. Figuring he wouldn't stop calling until she answered, she smiled and waved, hoping it would be enough to satisfy him. The last thing she wanted now was to talk to him with his wife around.
"Come on over!" he called, waving his arm.
Janet hesitated, took a deep breath, and crossed the street, her heart skipping a beat each time she took a step. The closer she came to his porch, the more nervous she became. By the time she had walked up the path and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her knees were shaking and her palms were sweaty. She forced a smile as his wife looked down at her, appraising her appearance.
"Well, don't just stand there," Don said, a wide grin on his face. "Come on up. I'd like you to meet my wife."
Janet climbed the stairs and looked over at the beautiful woman. Her hair was long and dark red and it flowed casually over her shoulders. Her smile was warm and friendly.
"Peg, this is the girl I was talking about," Don said to his wife. "Her name is Janet."
"Hi, Janet," Peg said, holding out her hand. "Don has told me so much about you."
Janet shuddered inside, praying he hadn't told her anything about what they did. She knew her face was red, she could feel the heat. "Hello, Mrs. Ferguson," Janet said, her voice quaking a little. "It's nice meeting you."
"Call me Peg," she said.
"She's the best little salesgirl I've ever met," Don said, expounding on her virtues. "I couldn't say no to her." He winked at Janet and she thought she was going to faint.
"You must be a terrific salesgirl," Peg said. "Don doesn't even like cookies." She laughed and looked at her husband, shaking her head.
"I think I should be going," Janet said, wanting to get away from there as quickly as possible. "I have to sell more of my cookies."
"Are you sure you can't stay for a while?" Peg asked. "You could have a soda and explain to me how you got my husband to say yes. I don't seem to be able to get him to agree - to anything I say."
Janet's stomach turned to jello. She forced a smile. "I can't," she said. "The contest closes in a few days and I want to win the bike."
"That reminds me," Don said. "I was talking with Jack Tanner around the corner. He mentioned that he might be interested in some cookies. His wife's in the hospital and I think he wants to bring some up to her." He winked again at Janet. "I didn't tell him what a fantastic salesgirl you were. I'm sure that if you use the same tactics, they'll work on him as well as they did on me."
Janet felt as if she were going to die right there on the porch. "I better be g-going," she stammered, backing down the stairs.
"Good luck," Peg called as Janet started down the walkway. "Stop around anytime."
Janet waved good-bye, happy to be away from Don and his pretty wife. Just being next to him had been bad enough. She could feel the hint of pussy juice in her panties as she walked toward the corner and her nipples were beginning to ache.
"Damn," she muttered, stopping at the corner. She stood there wondering if she should follow up on Don's suggestion. It sure sounded like an easy sale. This time though, I'm not going to let things get out of hand. Just a little friendly teasing and then sell the cookies. The thought of teasing a new man excited her as she went around the corner, looking for the Tanner residence. Her entire body tingled with excitement as she contemplated the unknown.
She stopped midway down the block in front of a two-story house. Her heart fluttered in her breast as she stood there looking at the house. Taking a deep breath, she walked up the cobblestone path to the front door and knocked.
"Come in," a voice called from somewhere in the house. "The door's open."
Janet tried the screen door and stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. She stood there, near the door, waiting nervously. I hope he's good-looking, she thought, her flesh tingling with anticipation.
"Hello," Jack Tanner said, cutting into her thoughts as he came into the room, a wide warm smile on his face. "I was upstairs taking a shower."
Janet stared at him, her eyes wide with delight. He was wearing a short terrycloth wrap-around, his broad "muscular chest still glistening from the water. From where she was standing, she could smell the erotic scent of his aftershave. Her stomach turned to mush as she continued to stare at him.
She cleared her throat. "My name is Janet and I'm selling cookies."
"Oh," Jack said. "Don said a pretty girl scout would be stopping around. Are you the one he was talking about?"
Janet nodded, blushing. "Yes. He said you might be interested in some cookies."
"Have a seat," Jack said. "Relax for a minute and then you can give me the old sales pitch." He winked at her and smiled.
Janet sat on the large sofa, blushing from his remark and the way he was looking at her.
"Don says you're quite a salesgirl," he said, sitting on the arm of a chair across from her.
She let her uniform ride up over her knees, giving Jack a good look at her trim legs. This is definitely going to be fun, she thought, gazing at his strong thick thigh as he draped it over the arm of the chair.
"Mr. Ferguson said your wife is in the hospital. I hope she's all right."
"It was nothing," Jack said, ogling her creamy thigh. "Just had her appendix out. She'll be home tomorrow."
"I'm glad to hear that," Janet said, noticing the way he was looking at her. She spread her legs a little, letting him get a peek at the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
Jack came over and sat beside her, letting his hand rest on her knee. "You're a very pretty girl, Janet."
"Thank you," she said, lowering her eyes. She stared at his hand as it rested on her knee. "Would you like to buy some cookies?" She lifted her eyes, staring into his handsome face. "They're very good."
"Don said you were very sexy," Jack said, letting his hand slide up her thigh.
She didn't move. Her heart was beating rapidly in her breast. She sighed slightly, hoping he would stop. She felt his fingers touch the edge of her panties.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, getting up quickly. "You shouldn't do that."
Jack grinned up at her. "I thought you wanted to sell some cookies."
"I do. I do," she said, staring at him, wanting to fling herself into his arms. She took a deep breath and fought back her desires.
"Then you should be a little friendlier," Jack said, resting back against the couch. His legs slipped apart and he caught her glancing down between his legs. "It's been a while since I've had anyone to talk to," he explained.
Janet's eyes riveted on his crotch. The terry-cloth wrap-around was stretched across his thighs and she could make out the form of his cock underneath.
"What are you looking at?" he teased.
"Nothing," Janet blurted out quickly, tearing her eyes away from his crotch. She sat down at the far end of the couch, her face flushed and burning with embarrassment.
"You shouldn't be afraid or embarrassed around me," he said, angling his body so he could face her. "A little friendly conversation and I'll buy as many boxes of cookies as you like." He smiled.
Janet felt relieved. It only took a little teasing and touching. A little more conversation and she was out free with a big order. Her whole body relaxed and she smiled innocently over at him.
"What would you like to talk about?" she asked, training her eyes on his, avoiding his crotch at all costs.
"You," Jack said, holding her stare. "I'd like to know all about the girl scout who is going to sell me cookies."
Janet giggled. "As you know, I'm a girl scout." She turned on the couch to face him. Her uniform hiked up and she left it there, enjoying his appreciation of her leg and thigh. There was nothing to worry about now. A little extra peeking was okay.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Jack asked, resting his arm on the back of the couch.
"Not now," Janet answered. "I did have one during school, but we broke up."
"I guess a lot of boys are chasing you now," he said, moving closer to her.
Janet shook her head. "No, but there is one boy I think likes me. He's new in town." She was enjoying the conversation with him. She glanced down at his crotch. She could see a bulge and she sucked in her breath.
"You're looking down there again," he teased as he continued to move closer.
Janet looked away, embarrassed again. She wished he had worn clothes. The sight of his bulging cock through his wrap-around reminded her of the afternoon with Don and how much she had enjoyed herself.
"Did you ever let your boyfriend touch you?" Jack asked.
"No," she said forcefully.
"I don't believe you," Jack said, resting his hand on her thigh again. "I'll bet he did anything he wanted to you." He traced a path on her thigh with his fingertip.
"No, he didn't!" she shouted.
The wrap-around had moved up, exposing Jack's long thick cock. Her eyes were drawn to it as she watched his hand on her thigh.
"Your cock is sticking out," she rasped, her eyes burning into his fleshy prick.
"Do you like looking at it?" he whispered, staring into her flushed and excited face.
She nodded, never taking her eyes off his cock. All the joy and passion of her afternoon with Don came rushing back as she ogled his gorgeous prick.
"Touch it," he said softly, but with authority. "Put your hand on it."
Apprehensively, Janet reached out, her hand trembling. She touched the red bulb-shaped tip. It seemed to burn through her fingers and travel down to her wet cunt, where it vibrated and set fire to her insides.
"Have you ever touched a cock before?" he asked, enjoying the shy touch of her hand on his prick.
"N-no," she stammered, remembering only a short wonderful glimpse of Don's cock as he stood above her. "It looks so big!"
"It is," he said, taking her hand and wrapping it around his thick shaft.
"My fingertips just about go around it!" she exclaimed with surprise. She could feel the passion building inside her pussy. His cock throbbed in her trembling hand and it sent goosebumps down her spine. "I can feel it throb."
"That's because I want you," he said, staring at her.
"No," she whimpered, shaking her head. "I couldn't let you do it to me."
"Why?" he asked, enjoying her discomfort.
"Because I'm a virgin," she lied, avoiding his penetrating eyes. "I've never done anything with a boy."
"You might not have done anything with a boy," he said, his cock swelling in her hand. "But Don Ferguson said you were one sweet little piece."
"Oh!" Janet exclaimed, dropping his cock. "He should never have told you that!" Her face flushed red and tears welled up in her eyes.
Jack put his arm around her. "Don't worry about it," he soothed. "He didn't tell anyone else and I won't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with us." As he talked, he rubbed her back, caressing her girlish figure through her girl scout uniform.
"I feel so ashamed," she sighed, enjoying his caresses. "That was my first and only time."
"I understand," Jack said, placing her hand back on his exposed cock.
Unconsciously, Janet gripped his blood-engorged cock in her hand, squeezing it gently. She rested her head on his bare shoulder and closed her eyes. The fire in her stomach was beginning to spread and her breathing was becoming irregular.
"Stop," she moaned, feeling she should at least try to fight the animal inside her young body. "Please. I'm a good girl."
"I know you are," Jack whispered, kissing her face and neck, his tongue burning her flesh each time he flicked it out of his mouth. "But, I know you enjoy fucking."
"Yes," she sighed, loving the sound of the word. "I love fucking, but it's wrong." She began stroking his long rigid cock. Her body seemed to become a separate entity, melting at his touch and at the sound of his words.
Jack's hand went under her uniform, patting her inner thighs as she spread her legs for him. He touched the edge of her panties, stroking the center of her crotch. It was soaked with pussy juice and gaped open, letting his fingers glide into her slit through the cotton panties.
"Ahhhh," she sighed, squirming on his hand. "Don't do that."
"Don't you want me to touch your pussy?"
She moaned when he said pussy, twisting into his arms. "I don't know," she whimpered.
"It feels so good. Help me! Help me!"
"I'll help you," Jack said, easing her panties off. "Relax."
Janet felt him tug her panties down and she opened her eyes, watching him stare at her exposed pussy. It thrilled her, having him look at her. She spread her legs wide, giving him a good view of her red, open cunt glistening with juice.
Jack stood up, his rigid cock sticking out from under his wrap-around. He rubbed it and stepped between Janet's outstretched legs.
Her eyes filled with lust as she stared hungrily at his massive prick. Her lips and throat went dry as Jack brought his cock close to her mouth. She grasped it in her hands, feeling it throb. A small glistening gob of cum seeped from the tip of his bulbous cockhead.
"What's that?" she asked, her voice raspy with passion.
"It's my cum, baby," he groaned as she stroked his cock and touched his heavy balls. "Lick it off."
Fear flashed across her face. "Oh, no!" she gasped, shaking her head. "I couldn't do that."
"Sure you can, baby," Jack coaxed. "You'll enjoy it almost as much as having it stuffed in your pussy."
Nervously, she flicked out her tongue, catching the small gob of cum from his tip. It tasted strange, yet erotic. She felt it slide off her tongue and down her throat.
Squeezing his shaft, she opened her mouth and put the spongy tip between her sexy young lips, letting his entire red cockhead rest on her tongue. She closed her mouth around his cock and swished her tongue around his sensitive head.
"Ahhhh," he moaned. He ran his fingers through her hair, wanting to slam her hot clinging mouth down on his rock-hard cock and jam it into her throat. He unsnapped the terry wrap-around and it dropped to the floor. Slowly, he rocked his hips, inching more of his cock into her mouth. "Suck it, baby! Suck it!"
Janet sucked, drawing in her cheeks. She heard him moan and it made her pussy tingle with joy. It seemed so dirty and perverted sucking on this cock while sitting on the couch. The whole idea was making her hotter as she thought about it. She fondled and caressed his balls while stroking his long veiny cockshaft. She moved her tongue around rapidly on his cockhead, feeling him try to push more of his prick into her mouth.
Afraid she would choke, she clamped her lips down, trying not to take more of his prick. The soft tip of his cock brushed against the roof of her mouth and she sunk her teeth into the pushing shaft.
"Ughhh," Jack grunted. "Don't bite so hard." He squirmed in her mouth until she eased up with her teeth. "Whewwww."
Her breathing was becoming more shallow as she breathed through her nose. With her eyes wide open, she could see the base of his cock and the curly brown hair. The feeling of his hard-on in her mouth was arousing her more. She began to want more of his cock, wanted to feel it fill her mouth, the way Don's prick had filled her pussy.
She opened her mouth wide, sliding her lips down the rigid shaft until she could feel the tip of his cock press against the back of her throat. She stopped, gasping through her nose for air.
"That's it, baby!" he groaned. "Take it all in your mouth!" He clasped her head with one hand, holding her steady, his cock throbbing a mile a minute in her hot wet mouth.
Janet shook her head violently, not liking the idea of him holding her so tightly. It panicked her to think of him choking her to death with his cock. She gagged and he let go. Quickly, she pulled her mouth off his cock.
"Don't do that," she panted. "It scared me."
"Sorry, baby," he soothed. "I got carried away."
Janet looked up at him. His face was flushed and perspiration had formed on his forehead. "I'll suck your cock if you don't hold me so tight. I'm afraid of choking."
"Anything you say," Jack moaned, wanting his prick back in her greedy little mouth. "Just suck me."
"Will you buy my cookies?" she asked coyly, teasing him with her voice. It didn't matter whether he bought them or not, she wanted his cock, but teasing him added to her passion.
"Yes," he groaned, reaching for her hair. "Suck me!"
Janet flicked her tongue out over her lips, making them glisten. She lowered her head again, capturing his cockhead between her slippery lips, and sucking deeply on his prick.
"Oooh," Jack moaned, happy that her mouth was back on his aching cock.
This time, Janet slipped his cock into her mouth with confidence, licking and sucking on his cockhead and shaft, her head bobbing lightly over his throbbing meat. She liked it, this power she had. His cock banged against the back of her throat as she used her lips to stroke and soak his shaft with her spit.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth wide and pushed forward, causing the tip of his prick to sink down her throat. She gurgled and gagged, but didn't move, letting her throat become accustomed to this new sensation.
Jack sucked in his breath, feeling his shaft ease down the tight passageway of her throat. "Take it all, baby," he urged, realizing she truly wanted it.
He forced himself not to grab her head and fuck her mouth. It took all of his will power to hold his arms at his side, rotating his hips slightly as she eased more of his thick cock into her throat.
Janet's breathing became quicker as she forced more of his prick into her mouth. She held his balls and pushed until his cock hairs tickled her nose. She stopped, his entire cock buried deep in her throat. It thrilled her to know she could do it. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth and onto his balls and her hands. She moved her hands around and over his hips to the smooth tight cheeks of his ass. He was right. It was almost as good as having your pussy stuffed.
"Pump your mouth! Pump!"
Janet realized what he wanted. He wanted to use her mouth like a pussy, to fuck it and shoot that gooey cream down her throat. The thought exhilarated her. It made her blood boil. It thrilled her to think her mouth would get fucked like Don had fucked her cunt. She bobbed her head up and down, nodding that she would. She sensed his body relaxing, waiting expectantly for her to begin.
Slowly at first, to keep from choking, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, each time sinking the tip deep in her throat. Spittle dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. She breathed hard through her nose as she held onto his tight ass cheeks. She could feel his hard pulsating shaft scrape against her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. His cock filled her mouth as Don's cock had filled her virgin pussy.
Faster and faster, Janet bobbed her head, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. The long steady strokes became short quick jerky strokes as she brought him closer and closer to blowing his wad in her mouth.
"I'm getting ready!" Jack howled as his leg muscles strained to keep him steady. Janet sucked his cock harder with her wet clinging lips. "Keep it up! Suck!"
Gasping and panting for air, Janet sucked and licked his cock, her mouth and lips flying over his fleshy prick, soaking and bringing him closer to blasting his load. She could feel it swell to enormous proportions in her mouth, straining and throbbing against the close confines of her wet sucking lips.
Jack grabbed her head, wrapping his fingers through her hair.
"Ooohhh! I'm cominggg!" His hips jerked in rhythm to her sucking mouth, his muscles tightened, and he stretched his neck. He held his head back as the first thick wad of cum exploded from his cockhead, blasting against the back of her throat and sliding easily down her gullet.
Janet gulped and swallowed the first wad of cum, her eyes bugging out as more jizz squirted and splattered into her mouth. She tried swallowing the cum, but it was too much, too quick. It filled her rapidly jerking mouth, spilling out of the corners of her clinging, sucking lips. She tried moving her head away, afraid of choking on his spurting cock, but Jack held her tight, ramming and plunging his cock in her mouth as if it were a wet tight cunt. She gasped, sucked, gulped, and gasped again as he fucked her mouth like a wild man.
Short rapid strokes brought Jack over the edge as he grunted and shook with raging fury. "Uhhhhh! Unnnnngghh!"
Slowly his pounding eased until it stopped. He panted, slipped his cock out of her mouth and looked down into her beet-red face. Cum dripped over her lips and down her chin. Her eyes were glassy and bright and she looked up at him for approval.
"You are one fantastic cock-sucker!" he panted. "What a mouth!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Janet looked longingly at Jack. She enjoyed being called a fantastic cock-sucker. It seemed that in the world of sex, she could do no wrong.
"Thank you for the compliment," she cooed, thrilled at being able to please a man.
She licked her lips and caught her breath as she wiped her lips with her tongue. She watched closely, the young girl in her still curious about sex as his cock shrank before her wide eyes.
"Will you buy my cookies now?" she asked, wishing he would fuck her instead, but too shy to ask.
"I'll buy your cookies," he said, grinning. Her innocence and youthful beauty filled him with joy. "But first, let me make you as happy as you've made me."
"How?" she asked, curious. She stared at his limp sticky cock. "It's too soft to put in me, isn't it?"
He smiled and nodded enjoying her innocence.
She took it in her hand and stroked it, wanting to bring it back to life. She wanted it to fill her and give her the thrill she remembered from Don's magnificent prick.
"Can you fuck me with it this small?" she asked, hoping and praying he would.
"No, but I can do it a different way," he said, flicking out his tongue.
"How?" she asked, her voice full of hope.
"I can suck your pussy like you sucked my cock."
"Really?" she exclaimed. "If you do that for me, you don't have to buy my cookies."
Jack laughed at her openness and honesty. "I'll still buy your cookies," he said. "Sucking your sweet cunt will be my pleasure."
Janet quivered with anticipation. The thought of having a man lick her pussy made her tremble. "Do you want me to take off my uniform?" she asked shyly.
"No, but I want you to stand up for me." He gave her his hand, pulling her to her feet. He crushed her in his arms, kissing her passionately on the mouth, his tongue snaking between her lips. He rubbed his body against the plushness of her young figure.
"Ooooooh," she gasped as he broke the kiss. "My body seems to be burning up."
Jack sat on the couch and looked thoughtfully at Janet, standing shyly in front of him. "Slip your panties down," he said, watching her intently. "But keep your uniform on. I want to eat your pussy that way."
Janet bit her lower lip and lifted her girl scout uniform, baring her long trim legs and pink cotton panties. She slipped her fingers into the elastic at the top of her panties and pulled them down over her hips and ass. The uniform dropped back in place as her panties slid down to her knees. She wiggled them down to the floor and stepped out of them.
"Are you going to eat me now?" she asked, wanting to feel the sensation of his tongue on her hot dripping pussy.
"In a minute," Jack said, feeling the beginnings of a new hard-on as he watched this young girl in front of him. "Lift your uniform slowly until your pussy shows."
Janet swooned at the way he said pussy. It seemed so dirty and erotic. She stared at him, her eyes glassy with desire. She swallowed hard, the passion in her pussy overcoming her shyness. Slowly, she lifted her uniform above her knees, stopping momentarily to catch a glimpse of Jack's ruggedly handsome face.
"Keep going," Jack said, his throat dry and his voice raspy. "Nice and slow."
Janet looked down at her legs as she lifted her uniform higher. It was as if she were watching it happen to a different person. She lifted it above her thighs, baring the beginnings of her furry pussy, the soft light brown hair peeking out from under the hem of her uniform.
Jack watched, rubbing his cock. The sight of Janet, standing in front of him wearing knee socks and saddle shoes with her uniform pulled up and her pussy showing, made him shiver with pleasure.
"Turn around," he rasped, wanting to see her ass.
Janet turned slowly until she was facing the opposite wall. She could hear his heavy breathing as he stared at her round firm heart-shaped ass. Her legs felt weak and she knew her pussy was dripping juice on her thighs. God, she thought, staring at a picture of his wife on the wall, when is he going to suck me? She wanted to turn around and run to him, crushing her tender pussy on his mouth and rub her aching clit into his teeth.
"Bend over," Jack whispered hoarsely. "Let me see everything."
Janet bent over, baring her pussy and asshole to his hungry eyes. She was so weak, she almost fell over. She wiggled her ass at him and heard him groan. Slowly, she stood up and turned around.
"Suck me," she pleaded, too hot to care about her shyness.
She walked toward him, her eyes boring into his. She licked her lips, panting and whimpering, her chest heaving with each breath. She gazed at his cock, seeing it begin to grow. "It's getting bigger," she said, pointing to his prick. "Can you fuck me now?"
"Later," he said. "Right now I want to suck your lovely cunt." He ran his tongue across his lips anticipating the delectable taste of her pussy.
He reached out, gripping her slim girlish hips in his huge rough hands, pulling her pussy to his mouth. His tongue darted into the soft furry patch of cunt hair, moist from her seeping pussy.
"Ahhhh," she cooed as his tongue found her sensitive clit. She squirmed against his mouth, trying to capture his tongue in her pussy. "Suck me... suck me," she moaned.
His tongue explored her hairy mound, darting across her wet pussy lips and caressing her aching clit. His hands held her tightly to him as he dug his fingers into the soft fleshy parts of her ass cheeks.
"Oh, my God!" Janet cried. "I can't stand up! My legs are too weak!" She collapsed against his mouth, moaning and whimpering for relief.
Jack eased her onto the couch, getting on the floor between her outstretched legs. He stared at her gorgeous pussy, dripping and glistening with youthful juices. He lowered his head to her wet cunt, licking up her sticky thighs until he reached her wet hairy pussy. He licked and teased at the entrance, darting his tongue across her clit.
Janet squirmed under his expert tonguing, moaning and whimpering with excitement. She pulled her uniform up over her belly and stared down at the top of his head, curious and hot to see what was going on. She sucked in her breath, trying to see his tongue as it licked her cunt.
"Ohhh," she sighed, hearing his mouth suck on her squishy pussy. "It feels soooo good!"
Jack grazed his tongue across her exposed clit, making her jerk with each rough touch of his tongue. He liked the way her thighs closed on his head each time he flicked his tongue over her stiff clit. He rubbed her hips, digging his hands into her soft pliable flesh.
Janet moaned, twisting and turning on his mouth, trying to come, without realizing what she was doing. She rubbed her tits through her uniform and down over her belly. The milky flesh of her tummy was hot and yielded to the pressure of her hands. She sucked in her breath again and pulled her pussy lips apart, trying to watch his tongue.
Jack sensed what she was trying to do. He leaned back, grinning up in her flushed sensuous face. "Want to watch, huh?"
"Yes!" she gasped, widening her swollen pussy lips and glaring at her exposed red clit. She strained her neck, getting a fair view of her open gash. "Lick it," she moaned. "But, let me watch."
Jack angled his face to the side as he flicked his tongue across her clit. He felt her twitch and relished in the exuberance of this hot little teenager and her curiosity about sex.
"Oh, yeah," she whimpered as she saw his tongue swish across her clit. "Lick it! Lick it!" She spread her legs wider, straining her muscles even more as she sucked in her belly and watched, fascinated by her own sexuality.
Jack, caught up in Janet's passion, buried his head in her cunt, soaking his face with her pussy juice. He opened his mouth, taking her swollen pussy lips between his lips, sucking and licking them as Janet twisted and squirmed above him on the couch.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Janet panted, her blood boiling in her veins. Too hot to watch any longer, she dug her nails into his scalp, twirling her fingers in his hair as she humped his greedy licking mouth.
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his head, and dug her heels into his back. It afforded his mouth more room and his tongue darted into the hidden recesses of her pussy. She tossed her head from side to side, her eyes gazing glassily at the ceiling, her mouth slack and drooling as she climbed higher into the realm of sexual pleasure.
Her entire body became a mass of quivering tingling flesh as Jack sucked her cunt, drawing her pussy almost into his mouth. Her clit throbbed against his teeth as he moved his mouth faster across her open gash. Her ass bounced wildly on the couch, lifting and falling to catch each tantalizing lick of Jack's tongue.
His hands went under her ass, digging into the soft flesh. He took her clit between his teeth and shook his head in quick frantic motions. It drove her wild and she screamed hysterically, pounding on his shoulders with her tiny fists.
"Make me come!" she sobbed. "Make me come!"
He held her clit steady, inserting a finger into her dripping cunt. He sucked on her clit, flicking his tongue across the top. At the same time, he scraped the inside walls of her pussy with his fingers. Both actions began to drive her insane with desire. "Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" she whined. "I'm com-minnggg!"
It started deep in her pussy, spreading like hot lava to her clit. When it reached her clit, her body exploded, sending violent shock waves through her entire nervous system. She tried focusing, but could only see flashing lights where the ceiling had been. She screamed, shaking her head, her body trembling, bucking, jerking, under Jack's flashing tongue and scraping finger.
Her cunt pulsated, contracting on an imaginary cock, gripping his finger, trying to milk it. Juice gushed from her open pussy, drenching Jack's slurping mouth and flowing down his chin. He sucked harder, hearing her screams of passion and feeling her bucking, humping body work frantically on his face.
One last piercing scream escaped from her throat and Janet collapsed back on the sofa, a mass of mushy nerves still exploding and tingling. She gasped, trying to get air into her exhausted lungs, her eyes blinking, trying to orient herself to her surroundings.
She felt herself being lifted from the sofa into the air. She blinked, seeing a fuzzy image of Jack's smiling face as he took her in his arms. She could feel the hardness of his thick cock push against her sore cunt lips and she squirmed, not knowing what was going to happen next.
"It's coming, baby," Jack soothed. "Sucking your pussy got my cock hard again."
"Ohhhhh!" Janet squealed with delight, hearing his voice somewhere in her head. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried deliriously.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing and licking his face as he lowered them both to the couch, his cock pressed hard against her pussy. She squirmed and twisted, trying to get the head of his rigid prick in her steaming cunt.
With one lunge upward, Jack drove his fiery cock deep in her hot squishy cunt. She cried, her voice echoing in the room as he buried it to the hilt. Twisting and jerking on his cock made the fires in her pussy glow again and she began to sob, frightened at what was happening.
"Shhhh, baby," he whispered, lifting her up and down on his massive prick. "I'm getting ready real quick."
With short rapid humps, Jack reached the peak of his climax as Janet's head lolled from side to side. His cock swelled, stretching her pussy. In one quick jerk, his cock erupted, flooding her pussy with his hot cum.
He gripped her hips tightly, jamming her down and lifting her as fast as possible. His cock exploded again and again, filling her cunt with jizz. It ran out the side of her cunthole and down his greasy cock onto his balls and thighs.
Janet, somewhere deep inside, felt his cock erupt in her pussy. It triggered one last orgasm that racked her already exhausted body. Her body twitched spasmodically, her head flipped back, and she gurgled deep in her throat. She screamed, a low haunting yell that filled the house. Then she collapsed on Jack's sweaty body in a light faint.
Jack continued to hump her body until his cock was empty. Panting for air, he eased her off his shrinking cock onto the couch. He looked down into her crimson face and smiled. Bending over, he kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"You're fabulous," he whispered. Janet opened her eyes. "Oh, Jack. I was so frightened. It felt so good. I don't know what I was saying," she giggled as she sat up, her mind and body settling back to normal.
Jack stood up. "Wait there, baby," he said. "I'll be right back."
Janet nodded, happy to just lie back and relax after that fabulous fuck. She looked down at her belly and pussy, her legs spread, unashamed of her nudity.
Jack came back in the room and got between her outstretched legs and wiped her thighs and pussy. When he was finished, he kissed each pinkish thigh.
"You're all clean, baby. You can put on your panties." He smiled, once again astounded at her innocence. It was as if she were two different girls.
"How many boxes do you want?" she asked coyly, after putting on her panties and brushing down her uniform.
"I didn't think you'd forget about the cookies. How does ten boxes sound?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Wow!" Her face lit up and her eyes sparkled with joy. She grabbed the order blanks and filled in his name. "I might just win that bike after all."
"If you continue to sell them the way you sold them to me, you will." He laughed.
Janet shook her head. "I can't do that any more." She grinned sheepishly. "Even though it was terrific. It's just that... " She let the sentence trail off, blushing.
"Well, anytime you want to do it again, give me a call on the phone. But be careful. My wife will be home." He winked. "We wouldn't want her to find out."
"I won't be calling you," Janet said, looking at him as if he were an ice cream soda. "Even though I'll want to." She handed him the order blank. "Sign there."
Jack signed the form with a flourish and handed it back to her. "I hope you win the bike."
Janet smiled innocently, like the young girl she was, and waved good-bye. "I do to, and thanks again." She opened the door and stepped out into the warm afternoon sun.
"Thank you," Jack said as the door closed.
CHAPTER FIVE
"How many cookies have you sold?" Ellen asked as she caught up with Janet at the corner.
"A few," Janet said smiling, remembering how she had sold twenty of the boxes.
"Awww, come on and tell me. I've sold forty-six," Ellen bragged. "I intend to win that bike."
Janet's face dropped. "Forty-six?" She stared at Ellen, wondering.
"How many did you sell?" Ellen asked again, cutting into her thoughts.
"Thirty-seven," Janet said, feeling depressed.
"Well, there's only a few days left," Ellen said as they crossed the street together. "It looks as if you don't have much of a chance."
"I do," Janet said defiantly. "It's just that I don't have a father who owns a store and lets his daughter keep the boxes on the counter to sell to his customers."
"You're just jealous," Ellen snapped.
"No, I'm not," Janet argued.
"Well," Ellen said. "I don't know where you're going to sell the rest of the cookies to win. Everyone in the neighborhood has bought cookies from you or me or one of the other girls. I don't think there's anyone left."
"I'll just go somewhere else," Janet said confidently. "I'm sure I can still beat you. Even without a father who sells them in his store."
"Where ya gonna go?" Ellen asked.
"I was thinking about going over to Turner Street. There're a lot of apartments over there. I'm sure I can sell enough to beat you."
"You're crazy," Ellen said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Have you ever seen some of the people who come out of those apartments?"
"They don't look so bad," Janet said with false bravado. "You're just too chicken to leave the neighborhood."
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you," Ellen said, stopping in front of her father's grocery store. "See ya later."
Janet waved good-bye and headed down the street. She reached the corner and stopped, looking both ways before crossing.
"Hi, Janet," Frank Thomas called from the doorway of his drugstore.
Janet turned around. "Hi, Mr. Thomas. How are you?" She walked over to him, her order blanks in her hand. "How would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?"
Frank Thomas smiled sadly. "Sorry, Janet. I already bought two boxes from Carol yesterday. If I'd known you would be around, I would have waited."
"That's okay, Mr. Thomas," Janet said, sounding happier than she felt. "I'll get you next year."
Frank Thomas looked at the pretty young -girl and felt a tinge of sorrow. "How about letting me buy you some ice cream?"
"Really?" Janet said, the idea bringing back her spirits.
"Of course. Come on in. It's a nice quiet afternoon and I can close for lunch and join you."
"That sounds groovy," she said, forgetting all about going over to the apartments on Turner Street.
Frank Thomas hung his sign in the front window and locked the door. "Now, let's have that ice cream," he said, glad to have someone to talk with while he ate his lunch.
Janet sat at one of the small tables near the counter and waited for Frank to bring her the ice cream. She stared at her order forms, trying to figure out a way to sell more cookies without going over to Turner Street. Ellen was right. There were too many hoodlum types that lived around there.
She looked up at Mr. Thomas as he brought her the ice cream. Unlike Don and Jack, who Janet knew only slightly, Mr. Thomas had been a friend of the family for years. To try and get him to buy the cookies the way she did with Jack and Don seemed out of the question.
"Well? What are you thinking about in that pretty little head?" he asked, handing her an ice cream cone.
"Oh, nothing. Just about how I'm going to sell my cookies. I do so want to win that bike." She looked at him hopefully, her eyes wide and innocent.
Frank sat across from her and took a bite of his sandwich. "If it's any help, Janet, I'll buy two boxes from you. I guess I can always give them to Billy."
"You don't have to do that," Janet said, resting her hand on his.
"I want to, Janet," he said, ending the debate. "You can fill out the order while you eat your ice cream."
At least it's two more, she thought, filling out the form. She looked up. "I don't know how to thank you," she said sweetly. "I always said Billy had the best dad after mine."
"I'm just sorry it can't be more," he said sincerely. "But Beatrice would have my head if I brought home any more." He laughed.
"There is one thing you could do," Janet said softly, forgetting her ice cream.
"What's that?" he asked, taking another bite of his sandwich.
"You could let me leave some boxes with you and you could put them on the counter. Maybe some people would come in and buy them." This, she thought, would be better than going over to Turner Street.
"You know I can't do that," Frank said. "If I did it for you, all the kids would want me to do it for them too. I'm sorry."
"I'd be so grateful," Janet said, her voice taking on a mature and sultry air.
Frank shook his head sadly. He would have liked to do it. He had been friends with her father and mother ever since she was born. He had watched her grow from a tiny infant into a pretty young lady, whose body was way ahead of her years. "I can't, Janet."
Janet stood up, embarrassed and afraid. But, it was better than going over to Turner Street. She walked around behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders.
"Please, Frank," she said, using his first name and caressing it lightly with her voice.
Frank turned slightly, surprised that she had used his first name. "What are you up to, young lady?" he asked sternly.
"Nothing," she said innocently, rubbing his neck. She bit her lower lip, wondering what to do next. With Don and Jack everything had come so easy. "I'm just glad you bought the two boxes, that's all."
Frank eyed her suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. "I wish it could have been more," he said warily.
Janet bent over and kissed him full on the mouth, darting her tongue between his lips and into the wetness of his open mouth. She held him tight as he tried pushing her away.
He forced her back, staring into her flushed face. "What's gotten into you girl?"
Nothing yet, she thought. Aloud she said, "I was just thanking you for buying my cookies." She licked her lips invitingly, her eyes challenging his. "Did you like my kiss?"
He stared at her, standing there smiling, her small tits pressed against her uniform. The heat from her kiss still burned in his mouth. He was visibly shaken and for a minute didn't speak.
"That wasn't the kind of kiss a young lady gives a man," he finally said.
Janet eyed him, still not sure of her womanly powers. She noticed the vein in his forehead throb and smiled inwardly. "If you let me keep my cookies on the counter," she said softly, "I'll let you touch me wherever you want."
Frank looked at the young girl, shocked. "Janet! What would you do if I told your father?"
"Please don't tell him," she whimpered, rocking back and forth on her heels. "I just want to win the bike, that's all." Her hands went to her side and she lifted her uniform slowly until it was at mid-thigh. She looked at him, her eyes flashing with desire.
"If you tell my daddy," she said coyly, her uniform still at mid-thigh, "look at all the wonderful things you'll miss." She licked her lips, making them glisten, waiting to see what he would do next.
Frank's mouth fell open at the young girl's obvious come on. His eyes riveted on the soft flesh of her thighs, exposed by her raised uniform. He had seen her many times in a bikini, yet the sight of her thighs now, in here with no one around, made his blood boil.
"Pull down your dress, Janet," he ordered, not too convincingly.
Janet smiled. She slid the uniform higher until her cotton panties showed. "Would you like to touch me here?" she asked, moving her hips seductively. "I'm all wet down there."
Frank's throat constricted. He darted a glance over at the front of the store, making sure the closed sign was in the window. "Stop it, Janet," he said weakly. "You're too young to be doing something like this."
Janet leered at him, her eyes bright, dancing with the pleasure of what she was doing to this man. It thrilled her even more than the others. Knowing him since she was a baby made it more erotic and perverted.
"I can tell you're enjoying what I'm doing," she cooed. She turned slowly, bending over. Her ass strained against the soft cotton material. "It could be all yours, Frank. Just let me leave some cookies on your counter."
Frank stood up, never taking his eyes off her perfectly shaped ass. "I'm old enough to be your father," he said, his voice dry and brittle. "I can't touch you." Janet stood up. "You can look at me, can't you?" she taunted. In what appeared to be one quick motion, she was standing in front of him in her panties and bra, her uniform in a puddle at her feet.
Frank fell back in his chair, perspiration forming on his forehead. "You're so beautiful," he said, the words barely audible.
"Thank you," Janet said coyly, noticing the bulge in his pants begin to swell. "I'm so glad you enjoy looking at me." She walked around the back of the counter, always in view of Frank's glaring lust-filled eyes.
Behind the counter, she grinned at him, her small milky tits filling her lacy bra. "Do you see anything you want?" she asked, toying with the older man. She winked and slipped her hands behind her back, unsnapping her bra.
Frank's eyes bugged out as her bra fell to the counter. He stared at her tits, white and creamy, the nipples pink, the tips hard. His cock throbbed violently in his pants. He wanted to go over and grab her. He forced himself to remain seated, too hot to stop her, but not enough to take advantage of her.
"I can tell you like me," Janet said, feeling her youthful tits with her hands. "Christ, this feels good," she moaned, caught up in her own sexuality.
She rocked on her heels behind the counter, growing hotter by the second. The woman in her had rushed to the surface and her only concern now was to satisfy the driving desire in her body. The cookies were unimportant now. She came out from behind the counter, her face flushed red with passion. Her hands slid sensuously over her half-naked body.
"Do you like me in my knee socks?" she asked, her voice dripping with sex. "It makes me look so young." She could hear his heavy breathing as she came closer. The bulge in his pants seemed ready to bust loose at the seams. "I'm going to slide down my panties now," she sighed, rocking her hips from side to side. "Watch."
Frank could do nothing else but watch. His eyes burned into her flesh as she peeled her panties down over her trim girlish hips. The soft patch of light brown pussy hair formed a triangle at the top of her lovely thighs. A hint of her swollen pussy lips peeked out.
He was mesmerized by the gorgeous sight of Janet's youthful sexy body. His hazy eyes traveled from her long tapered neck over her soft delicate shoulders and down across her creamy tits, untouched by the sun. It caused them to have an almost milky transparent look. His stare swept over her belly and pussy hair and down her long slender legs, spread in a defiant stance. Her knee socks and young face made her appear as a child in a woman's body.
"Please take me," Janet pleaded, overcome with lust and the wanton desire to be fucked and treated like an object of pleasure. "Take me back in your office." She held out her arms to him and waited.
Frank stood up, never taking his eyes off Janet's beautiful body. He walked to her, his vein throbbing in his neck. He scooped her naked body up in his powerful arms and carried her back to his office. The sweet heavenly scent of her youthful perfume made him dizzy as she snuggled close.
"Oooo, you're so strong," she cooed, her arms around his neck and her face nestled on his chest. She could feel the juices seep from her pussy and she squirmed in his arms. "Hurry."
He could feel the soft burning flesh of her body as he kicked open the office door. He shook as if he were possessed, kicking the door shut after stepping inside. He walked to his desk, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, never saying a word. Afraid that if he talked, the spell would be broken and he would wake up from this fantastic sexy dream.
"Fuck me on the floor," Janet suggested, licking and kissing his neck wetly.
Frank shook his head and put her down on the edge of the desk. He stepped back, his cock throbbing and aching in his pants. He grabbed at his belt, his hands shaking.
Janet slid off the desk, leaving a wet spot where her cunt had been. "Let me do that," she whispered, taking hold of his belt and unbuckling it. She slowly undid his zipper, his heavy breathing sending shivers down her spine. Reaching inside, she sought out his hard throbbing cock, yanking it out into the open. "Oooh, my God," she murmured. "It's gorgeous."
Frank's legs seemed to be made out of rubber as Janet's hand wrapped around his thick meaty prick. "Let me fuck you," he rasped, speaking for the first time.
"Yes, Frank," she sighed, her hungry eyes devouring his enormous cock. She stroked his prick and squeezed, bringing a small droplet of cum out of his piss-hole. She flicked out her tongue, licking across his cockhead and slipping the drop of cum on her tongue. "Ummmm, tastes heavenly."
It seemed to be all Frank could stand. He grabbed her, lifting her off the floor and crushing her in his arms. He kissed her, snaking his tongue into her eager mouth, feeling her try and suck it out by the root.
"Ooohhh, Frank," she whimpered. They broke the kiss, and he began to lick her neck and suck on the little indentation in her throat. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her body started to tremble as he crushed her. She caressed his back, sobbing with passion to be fucked. "Do it to me," she pleaded, afraid he might change his mind and leave her hanging. "Fuck me!"
Holding her light youthful frame in his arms, Frank wiped his desk clear with his free arm, knocking everything on the floor. He placed her on the desk and dropped his pants. His cock stuck out straight and hard.
"Bend over the desk," he said, his voice quaking with emotion.
"Touch me first," Janet begged. "Play with my tits. Suck them. Bite them." She held her hands under the soft flesh, offering them up to him.
Blinded with passion, he grabbed her, turning her around and laying her across the desk. Her legs dangled over the side and her toes barely touched the floor. He ogled her ass, running his fingers up and down her crack. The sight of her lovely asshole inflamed his mind. He placed his cock between her thighs, feeling the pussy juice wash over his cockhead.
"Put it in," Janet begged, wanting to feel her pussy filled again. She squirmed backward, wiggling her tender ass cheeks.
Frank growled deep in his throat just before ramming his thick cock into Janet's tight young cunt. Her pussy opened quickly to accommodate his huge driving prick. Her cunt closed around it, greasing it with warm juices as he plunged it deeper and deeper with each violent thrust.
Janet gripped the sides of the desk, her knuckles white, her face red as Frank pounded his thick prick in and out of her pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted with each driving lunge of his cock. "I'm going out of my fucking mind! Oooohhhh!"
Frank gripped her hips, pulling her young quivering body toward him each time he plunged with his cock. He could feel the juices ooze out from the hot walls of her cunt, drenching his prick, greasing it for easy carefree pumping.
"Ooohhh, Frank!" Janet howled, feeling his cock fill her tender pussy. She wriggled her ass, using her cunt muscles to cling to his prick, trying to milk it, squeeze it, drain it of its hot cum.
She lifted her head from the desk and gasped as the wonders of his ramming prick sent ripples of exciting pleasure through her pussy. Pushing backward to meet each delicious thrust, she moaned and jerked her hips, wanting to give him as much ecstasy as she was receiving.
Frank felt his cock swell in her pussy, reaching new depths. He held it in her, not wanting to blast her cunt with his cum. He caught his breath as his climax ebbed slightly. He twisted his cock in her hole and listened to the animal cries escape from her open mouth.
"Pump!" Janet screamed, turning her head around, her eyes blazing with lust. "Pump!"
She squirmed back and forth, trying to ride his cock to completion. It only added to her passion and she began to sob, her ass churning and her hips rotating, trying to make Frank pound her with his cock.
Frank grinned lewdly, enjoying her frustration. The tables were turned now. He was in control. "Beg, Janet! Beg for my cock!"
"Yes! I want it! Please! Fuck me!" Janet moaned, her flesh tingling and burning for release.
Frank ground his cock in her cunthole again, feeling the muscles pulsate rapidly against his buried shaft. He groaned and pulled it out to the tip and gazed down at his juice-soaked cock. The sight of his greasy cock, her tight ass cheeks and the sounds of her child-like whimpering, were too much for him to handle. With one loud yell, he plunged his prick through her squishy insides, deep in her pussy.
"Yeaahh!" Janet howled, her body bucking and jerking in rhythm to Frank's pounding cock. "Aghhhh!"
Frank pounded her young body with ferocious strokes, his prick swelling and throbbing with each hard thrust. He could feel himself draw closer to filling her cunt with his cum.
Lashing away at her tender pussy, Frank spread her ass cheeks, gazing with lust-filled eyes at her glorious tight puckered asshole. The sight drove him wild with desire. He could see her face, red and strained, and her body, smooth and tender, accepting his cock with greed and lust.
Janet reveled in Frank's driving, slamming cock. Each hard push, she arched her pussy up to meet his cock. She sensed it wouldn't be long now. His cock was stretching her even more and she relished it, wishing it would split her apart. Each lunge of his cock caused her swollen clit to rub against the desk, bringing her closer to coming and she relaxed, giving herself up to release.
"I'm ready!" she cried, holding onto the desk for support as her climax began to build in her pussy. "I'm going to come!"
Frank held her hips tightly, pounding and jamming his cock in her pussy. His back muscles tightened and his legs stiffened as he lashed away at Janet's young pussy. He held back, wanting her to come first. He used all of his willpower to keep from creaming all over her clenching pussy.
"Come, Janet!" he rasped through clenched teeth. "Cream all over my cock!"
"Ohhh, yeahh!" she cried, his voice triggering her orgasm. It erupted deep in her pussy, spilling out over her body rapidly, like a tidal wave sweeping over a small island. She pounded the desk with her small hands, whimpering and sobbing as Frank slammed her cunt with his cock and pounded her clit against the hard wooden desk. Her cunt contracted rhythmically on his cock as the heavenly shock of her climax grew stronger, sending her to new heights of ecstasy.
Frank felt her pussy muscles pulling on his cock, trying to milk him of his jizz. This, combined with her childish cries of pleasure, broke his concentration. His prick exploded, filling her pussy with his hot thick cum. Wad after wad of his cum splattered into the deep crevices of her creaming pussy, mingling with her own hot juices. His cock pounded into her wet squishy cum-filled cunt, the sounds filling the room with eroticism.
Janet lifted her head from the desk, her eyes dilated and glassy with passion. She screamed and shoved her aching cunt back against his cock. Wriggling her hips as his cock touched bottom, she jerked spastically as the final mind-blowing orgasm rushed through her tingling flesh, reaching every sensitive nerve.
"Frank! Frank!" she chanted, lost in the erotic world of sexual pleasure. She rubbed her clit against the desk as Frank spilled his load of white gooey cum into her pussy. Her body jerked and bucked one last time. Then she collapsed on the desk, a quivering mass of expended energy, gasping and panting for air.
Frank pulled out his empty cock. It was covered with a thin film of creamy white juice. He watched her cunt lips, glistening with juice, close as his cockhead popped out. He rubbed her ass, down the crack to her aching pussy where the cum seeped freely from between her swollen sensitive cuntlips.
Janet didn't move. She felt empty and satisfied. A warm glow began to replace the burning passion of seconds before. She sucked in her breath and stood up, catching a glimpse of Frank as he pulled up his pants.
"I loved it, Frank," she cooed.
Frank avoided her naked body as he zipped his pants. "You'd better get dressed," he said, embarrassed.
Wise beyond her years, Janet went to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'll never say anything," she whispered. "It'll be our secret."
Frank patted her ass, lingering on the warm flesh. "I'm glad you said that. I had visions of your dad coming down here with a shotgun."
Janet giggled. "Oh, no." She followed him out of the office and picked up her clothes and quickly dressed. "You don't have to put my cookies on your counter," she said after dressing. "What we did was more important than the cookies."
Frank smiled warmly at her. Dressed in her girl scout uniform now, she didn't look at all like the raging sex-crazed woman of a few minutes ago. She was as he had always known her, young, pretty and innocent.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I can't get over the transformation. It's as if you were two different people."
Janet licked her lips sensuously. "Anytime you want the other me, let me know. I've always found you kind of special."
"Thanks, Janet," he said. "But, I don't think my conscience could take another session with you." He walked over to the door and unlocked it, taking the sign from the window. "Bring your cookies around and I'll put them on the counter." He kissed her on the forehead. "You'll win the bike even if I have to sell them myself."
Janet giggled and skipped out of the store. "I'll be back as soon as possible," she called, hurrying down the street, her mind wandering to the beautiful red bike.
CHAPTER SIX
Janet looked at her new book of order blanks, determined to catch up with Ellen, who seemed to sell more each day. Even the ten boxes Frank had sold in his drugstore had not been enough. She was still two boxes behind.
She looked up and down the deserted street, a feeling of quiet desperation fell over her. The entire neighborhood had been saturated with cookies. At least, she thought, Ellen's in the same boat as me. She walked determinedly down the street. Turner Street was the only answer. With Ellen's father still selling boxes in his store, the extra boxes she had dropped off at Frank's might not be enough. She shivered and continued to walk toward the other side of town, concentrating on the bike. It helped.
She stopped when she reached Turner and Main, looking down the street, trying to decide which side to work first. She shrugged and crossed the street, heading for the first apartment building.
"Hi, honey," a guy called from a parked car. He whistled at Janet as she approached. "How would you like a ride, pretty girl scout?"
Janet tensed and ignored him as she passed the car, her eyes straight ahead.
"Come on, get in the car, little girl," he called, staring at Janet's ass as she walked by. "I got a nice cock you'd love to have between your sweet legs." He laughed and tooted the horn.
Janet ignored the remark. In the past, she would have run home crying at what the man said. But now, with her experience with men, she just grinned to herself.
She stopped in front of the first building and looked up. It was four stories high and she mentally calculated how many boxes she could sell if only every other tenant bought a box. She skipped up the stairs, happy she had come over to Turner Street. It isn't so bad, she decided, walking into the dark vestibule.
A figure brushed by her as she started down the dimly lit hallway. She shivered, knowing he had just touched her tits as he passed. She stopped for a second. The eeriness of the hallway and the touch of the stranger made her have second thoughts. She shook the negative thoughts from her mind and knocked on the first door.
By the time she reached the fourth floor, she had orders for six boxes of cookies. Happily, she knocked on the door. If she could be as successful on this floor, she could go home with eight orders. That, with what Frank would sell could cinch the bike for her. These extra boxes will win me the bike, she thought, waiting for someone to answer.
She heard someone coming and her heart beat wildly in her breast. She decided to work every building on the block, maybe set a new record in sales. The door opened, breaking into her thoughts.
"What can I do for you?" a man asked gruffly. He glared at Janet, his face unshaven and his hair mussed.
"I'm selling girl scout cookies," Janet said, putting on her best smile. "Would you like to buy a box?"
"Not interested, kid," he said, his breath stinking of beer and cigars.
"Wait a minute," a voice called from the other room. "Bring the kid in. Maybe I'll buy a box."
The gruff-looking man turned to where the voice was coming from. "Shit, Marge. Whattaya need them for?"
Janet waited hopefully. Even though she didn't like the looks of the man, at least the woman inside might want a box. "They're very good cookies," she said.
"Let her in, Hank," she called again.
"Come on in, kid," he said, holding the door open for her. "She's in the front room."
Janet inched her way by the grubby man and made her way to the front room through the dirty kitchen.
"Hi, kid," the woman said. "I'm Marge. What kind of cookies ya selling?"
Janet was shocked as she stared at the woman. She was sitting on the couch wearing only a skimpy bra and an even skimpier pair of panties. The man came in behind her and plopped down on the couch next to Marge. He draped his arm around her, resting his hand slightly on the woman's tit.
"Don't be embarrassed, kid," the man said.
"Someday you'll like this yourself." He squeezed Marge's tit and she moaned.
"You're making the kid feel funny, Hank," Marge said, smacking his hand, but not pushing it away. "Behave yourself."
Janet blushed, trying to avoid the scene on the couch. "We have a lot of different cookies," Janet said, answering the woman's question. "Would you like to look at the list?" She handed Marge the list, keeping her eyes away from the deep crevice between her tits as she bent over and took the list from her.
Marge looked thoughtfully at the list. Janet forced herself not to watch as Hank casually played with her tit. Someone came out of another room. Janet turned in the direction of the noise. She saw a boy about her age come through a doorway leading to a bedroom. She turned quickly away, seeing that he was in his shorts.
Marge looked up from the list. "Billy! Get some damn clothes on. Can't you see we have a guest."
"Awwww, Mom," Billy complained. "It's just a damn girl scout."
Janet was shocked at the way the boy talked to his mother. She looked at his father, who was still rubbing Marge's tit. The whole thing seemed to shock her even more and she wished the woman had never called her into the house.
"Maybe I ought to come back later," Janet said, hoping they would forget about buying the cookies.
"Don't be in such a hurry," Hank said. "Marge here wants some cookies." He laughed.
Janet blushed again, knowing the boy was eyeing her. She rested one foot first, then the other, getting impatient to leave.
"You're a gorgeous girl," Billy said. "How come I haven't seen you around the neighborhood?"
"I don't live around here," Janet said curtly. "I live over on Spruce."
"Whatcha doing around here? Nobody wants your cookies in your own neighborhood?" he said smartly.
"I'll bet a lot of guys would get their cookies off on her, if she let them," Hank said, winking at his son. "Isn't that right, little girl?"
Janet didn't answer. She wanted to leave. She didn't like the way Hank was looking at her. "Can I have my list back?" She held out her hand.
Marge didn't look up. "Hold your horses, girl. I'm trying to make up my mind."
"Why don't you sit over here on my lap," Billy said, plopping down on a chair. "I'll keep you company until Ma decides what cookies she wants."
"Go ahead, kid," Hank urged, his hand going down under Marge's bra and kneading the soft flesh of her tit. "It might make you a little less stuck-up."
"No, thank you," Janet said as friendly as she could. She was beginning to worry. She looked at Marge for some support, but got none. Her eyes traveled over to Billy, who was sitting in the chair. His legs were spread and the head of his cock peeked through the opening of his shorts.
Billy grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down on his lap. "Gimme a little kiss," he whispered.
"Look at this, Marge," Hank said as Janet tried to struggle free.
"Please tell him to let me go," Janet said, her voice pleading. She wanted to kick and scratch his face, but was afraid to anger them by hurting their son.
Marge looked up and smiled at Billy. "Don't hurt the little filly," she said. "We don't want her screaming all over the apartment."
"If he doesn't let me go," she threatened, "I'll scream."
"You shouldn't take Marge serious, little girl," Hank said. "Nobody in this apartment building cares about what goes on. Scream all you like."
Janet felt deflated. She tried twisting her hands free from Billy, but it only hurt her wrists. "Please tell your son to let me go," she begged, her eyes beginning to fill with tears.
"Let her go, Billy," Marge said sternly. "You had your fun."
"Awwww, shit, Ma," Billy complained. "I'm not doing anything wrong. I'll bet she even likes it."
"Yeah, Marge," Hank joined in. "Let the boy have his fun. He's not hurting her."
Marge looked at Janet squirming and twisting to get free. "Don't hurt her, Billy. But as soon as I pick what cookies I want, you let her go."
"Yeah, Ma," Billy said, trying to kiss Janet as she squirmed on his lap.
Hank watched his son, his cock growing hard in his pants. The sight of the young innocent girl on his son's lap was getting him hot as hell. He slipped his wife's tit out of her bra, exposing her large round brownish nipple.
"Christ, Hank!" Marge said. "Can't you leave me alone for a goddamn minute!" She pulled away, her heavy tit bouncing loosely.
Hank grinned lasciviously. "She's got a great pair of tits, don't she?"
Janet's eyes opened wide in amazement. People didn't live like this. This had to be some kind of weird thing she didn't understand. She was beginning to feel Billy's cock grow hard beneath her. She shuddered, hoping it wouldn't come out of his shorts and touch her.
Hank stood up and stretched, never taking his eyes off Janet's young body. His eyes lit up. "What's your name, little girl?"
Janet ignored him, still trying to free herself. She was afraid of this family and what they might do.
"Tell us your name," Billy said, struggling to keep her on his lap. He was enjoying the way her ass was rubbing on his cock. He licked her neck, wetting it with his spit.
Janet cringed as his tongue touched her flesh. "Don't!" she said, her voice beginning to crack. "Let me get up!"
Hank walked over to her. "If you tell me your name, I'll have Billy let you go." He smiled down at her, enjoying the fresh innocent scent of her perfume.
"It's Janet," she said. "Now, can I get up?"
"Let her go, Billy," Hank ordered, his eyes on Janet's small tits as they pressed against her uniform.
"Balls, Pop," Billy moaned. "I wasn't hurting her." He pushed her off his lap and she almost fell on the floor.
Hank offered her his hand, helping her to steady herself. "See," he said. "We're not hard to get along with." He looked over at his wife. "Made up your mind yet?"
Marge shrugged. "No. There are so many to choose from."
Hank looked back at Janet. "How would you like us to buy one of each kind, honey? Maybe even two."
"I'd like that," Janet said, feeling good for the first time since coming in the apartment. She looked over at Marge to see her reaction to Hank's suggestion.
"All you gotta do," Hank said, his eyes riveted on her tits, "is let me and Billy see you lift up your uniform and let us get a peek at your panties. I'll bet they're real pretty."
"Yeah, Janet," Billy chimed in. "Lift your dress."
Janet panicked, her eyes darted to the doorway and freedom. Slowly, she backed toward the door, both Billy and his father staring at her. The order blanks and the list were unimportant now. She inched back slowly. In one quick sweeping motion, she turned and ran toward the door and her freedom. She turned the knob. It was locked. Fear gripped her heart as she tugged and pulled on the locked door. She began sobbing when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned, seeing Hank's cruel smiling face grinning lewdly at her.
"The door's locked, honey," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "Come on back in the front room. Billy's waiting."
"No," she sobbed. "I want to go home!" She held the knob tightly, praying for some miracle to make it open.
Hank's face turned red, the grin gone from his lips, replaced with a nasty leer. He grabbed her wrist and pulled, yanking her away from the door.
"You're coming with me!" He dragged her back into the front room as she fought with him. "Here she is, Billy," he said, pulling her down on the floor. "Now let's see what color her panties are."
He grabbed her leg and lifted up, making her uniform ride up her body, baring her trim thighs and her pink cotton panties.
"Wow!" Billy said, his eyes bugging out at the sight of her panties. "She sure is one sexy little chick." He shook his head in awe, rubbing his cock through his shorts.
"You're not kidding, son," Hank said, agreeing with the boy. "I'll bet she puts out to all those sissy boys in her neighborhood."
"What she needs is a good young stud," Billy said, letting his cock come out of his shorts. "And I'm just the young stud she needs."
"I'm a virgin!" Janet shouted, hoping they would believe her. "If you touch me, I'll tell my father!"
"I got my hunches about you," Hank said, sitting on the floor next to her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, trying to work his way into her mouth with his tongue.
Janet pounded his back with her fists, trying to make him let go. She refused to open her mouth and let his horrible tongue in. Tears were running down her cheeks as Hank gave up trying to kiss her.
"You're a tough little cookie." He laughed at his joke. "And that bullshit about telling your father won't do you a damn bit of good. We'll just say we never saw you before. Nobody will believe you came over here and up to our apartment."
Janet looked at Hank, then at Billy. She was shocked. Billy's cock was sticking out, long and hard. She forced back a sob, trying to figure a way out of her dilemma.
Hank caught her looking at Billy's cock. "You like cock?" he teased, rubbing his own crotch.
"Not" Janet cried. She looked over at Marge who had put the list down and was watching. "Please make them stop," she pleaded.
"Can't do that," Marge said shrugging.
"When these two get horny and itching for a little piece, there's no stopping them. Relax. Maybe they just wanna peek and touch a little." She unhooked her bra and massaged her tits as Janet watched, her mouth open in disbelief.
"Hold her, Pop," Billy said. "I wanna get those damn panties off."
Hank grabbed her, holding her tight as Billy held her legs and worked down her panties. "Better relax, little baby, or he'll rip those damn things off and then whattaya gonna do?"
Janet forced back her tears, deciding to let them see her, hoping Marge was right. She relaxed her muscles and Billy scooped off her panties, baring her young pussy to everyone's greedy eyes.
"It's a real sweet pussy," Hank said, his cock growing rapidly in his pants. "Ya gonna fuck it, son?"
"No! No!" Janet yelled. "Don't! I'm a virgin!"
"I think you're full of shit," Hank said, still holding her arms as she crossed her legs trying to hide her young cunt from view. "A sweet young pussy like that must have satisfied a cock. It would be a sin to leave a pretty thing like you a virgin." He looked down at his son who was staring at her cunt. "Put your finger in, Billy. See if she's virgin."
"Right, Pop," Billy said excitedly. He licked his lips in anticipation and put his finger on the soft mound, tracing a path over her cuntlips to her pink gash. "She's dry, Pop."
"Don't worry about it, son," Hank said. "She'll juice up real quick, once you start working her cunt with your finger."
Hank watched as Billy pushed his finger into her hole. His mouth went dry, imagining his cock in her cunt instead of Billy's finger. "Go slow, son. Don't want to hurt her."
Tears were streaming down Janet's cheeks as she tried to squirm away from Billy's probing finger. It hurt as he pushed it into her pussyhole and she whimpered in pain.
"It hurts! Take it out!"
"Relax, honey," Hank said. "Just wanna find out if you're virgin."
"I am! I am!" she shouted. "Stop it!"
Billy ignored her pleas, probing deeper with his finger into her tight little pussy. It sunk right up to his knuckle.
"I didn't feel a thing, Pop. She's no damn virgin," he said triumphantly.
Hank laughed. "I knew it! I knew it! No sweet-looking girl like you could be a virgin. Been putting out long to the boys?" he asked, coming real close, his stale breath making her eyes water.
Janet cried openly now that they knew. She looked up at Marge for some help. "Help me!" she sobbed.
Marge shrugged, her heavy tits hanging as she rested her forearms on her knees. "Sorry, kid. But you shouldn't have lied like you did. What the hell! One cock's as good as another, I always say. Let the boy fuck you. He won't hurt you. Besides, you might get to like it from him." She winked at Janet. "I know I do."
"Don't look so damned shocked, kid," Hank said. "She broke Billy in two years ago when he was twelve. Taught him everything he knows."
"And I know a lot," Billy bragged, his finger still in her tight dry pussy. He inched it around in her cunt, trying to trigger the flow of pussy juice to ease his cock in, when he was ready to fuck her. "Tie her hands, Pop."
Marge handed Hank some rope and he tied Janet's wrists together and then to the leg of the heavy couch.
"Now all we gotta do is control her legs," Hank said, pinning her legs down by holding her at the ankles. He tied some rope around her ankle and the other end of the rope to the chair. "Get on her, Billy," he said. "I'll hold the other leg."
Billy grinned down at her helpless body, exposed from the waist down. His cock throbbed wildly as he got on his knees between Janet's outstretched legs. "You're gonna love it, Janet," he said, lying on top of her.
"No," she begged, sniffing back her tears. "Don't do this to me!" She tried to get free, but the rope cut into her ankle and wrists.
Billy rubbed the tip of his cock in her cunt, trying to get some juice on his cockhead. "Come on, honey," he groaned, "loosen up a bit."
"Relax," Marge said, sitting down next to Janet. She rubbed her forehead. "He's a good fuck, enjoy him."
Janet looked horrified at the woman, then at Billy. He had the head of his cock between her pussy lips, prying, digging, and pushing to get it inside where it would be hot and, he hoped, wet. She squirmed and twisted, but to no avail. Billy sank his hard cock into her pussy. She screamed from the pain as it tore through, stretching her cunt.
Janet looked at them unable to believe what was happening to her. She stared at the two adults who were watching their son rape her. It was too unreal. A hot pain seared through her pussy as Billy began pumping. That was real. She thrashed against her bonds, trying to kick out at Hank, who was holding her only free limb.
"Ugh! Ugh!" Billy grunted as he pumped in and out of her cunt. "She's too damn dry, Ma," he complained.
"Don't worry, son," Marge comforted. "She'll grease up soon. Keep humping her." She touched Janet through her girl scout uniform, feeling her small cushiony tits. "You got a nice pair of tits, Janet. Want my Hank to suck on them for you?"
"No! No!" Janet screamed, terrified at what the woman was doing to her.
"Never mind, Marge," Hank said, huffing. "I'll just keep her steady for Billy." He licked his lips as he watched his son fuck the trembling girl scout.
Janet bit her lower lip as tears welled up in her eyes and spilled out and down her cheeks. She sniffed loud woeful sobs and closed her eyes, giving in to their wicked perversions. She would remain still and not give them the satisfaction of any movement. It seemed only to heighten their "pleasure.
"It's getting easier," Billy grunted, proud of his manhood. "I'm getting there."
"I knew a girl couldn't resist my boy's cock," Hank gloated, still holding her leg tightly. "Give it to her good, son. Make her beg, like I make your momma beg."
Billy renewed his efforts to turn Janet on. He buried his cock deep in her pussy and grinded his hips, making his cockhead tease at the sensitive depths of her cunt. He sucked on her neck, licking and chewing on her ear as he rotated his prick deep in her cunt.
"Hump me, baby," he urged, wanting her to fuck back. "Hump me!"
Janet felt the stirrings inside her pussy begin. It shamed her. She fought the feeling, trying to concentrate on the ceiling instead of Billy's pounding cock. She tightened her muscles in her cunt, trying to expel his thick pumping cock.
It started slow, almost unnoticeable.- Janet's hips began to move in rhythm to Billy's driving cock. A hot glow started to spread outward, filling her with a passion she didn't want, a passion she hated. She stopped pulling on the rope that held her hands and leg. She looked at Marge who was close enough to touch if her hands were free. Her large creamy tits hung inches from her mouth. A strange desire swept over her. She wanted to lick her tits, suck on her nipples. She shook her head, forcing the perverted thought from her mind.
Hank felt the pressure ease as he held her leg. He grinned knowingly and let go. "Enjoy it, Janet," he urged. "Billy will make you happy." He sat back, leaning against the chair, and watched.
Janet gasped, wrapping her free leg around Billy's back, trying to bring him deeper into her hot wet cunt. It was no use fighting the animal in her. It was best to let it free, to enjoy the base instincts, to revel in the lust and passion of sex.
"Untie me!" she cried. "Untie me!"
Hank looked at his wife and grinned. "Looks as if the pretty little girl wants to really get into it."
"Just her leg, Hank," Marge said. "I'm still not too sure of her. You can't trust these snotty rich girls."
Hank shrugged and untied her leg. Immediately, Janet threw it around Billy's back, digging her heels into the lower part of his torso.
"My hands!" she howled. "Untie my hands!"
"Sorry, honey," Marge said, stroking Janet's flushed and excited face. "You'll have to put up with the inconvenience."
It didn't matter any longer to Janet as she humped upward to meet each pounding thrust of Billy's young virile cock. In fact, being tied added to this already perverted afternoon.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted, getting into the act of her own rape. "Make me come!"
Billy howled with pleasure, hearing her hot syrupy voice urging him on. With renewed effort, he slammed his meaty cock in and out of her tender juicy pussy, bringing himself rapidly to the verge of climax.
Janet squirmed and twisted beneath Billy's thumping body, trying to get herself off. She ground her clit into his groin each time his hard lean body slammed into hers. She felt his cock swell in her pussy and knew he was going to come.
"Wait for me," she whined, trying to catch up with him. "Wait!"
"I can't!" Billy wailed, feeling helpless as his cock erupted, filling her hot dripping cunt with his youthful warm jism.
The juice saturated her pulsating cunt, filling every dark forbidden place with his thick gooey cum. His body jerked and twisted, humping as he erupted again and again in Janet's hot clinging cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she groaned.
Janet pulled hard at her wrists, the rope digging into her flesh. The pain wasn't felt. Only the ache in her pussy mattered as she humped upward on his already empty cock.
"No! No! No!" she screamed, realizing the futility of it all.
Her cunt tried clinging to his shrinking cock as she ground her clit into his groin. She rocked, trying to go over the marvelous edge into the world of sensations and pleasure. But it wouldn't come.
"No sorry," Billy groaned, forcing his limp sticky cock out of her hungry cunt. He moved away from her twitching spasming body, sheepishly. "Maybe some other time, huh?"
Janet looked at the three of them as they sat around her on the floor. Her body was a mass of jangling nerves screeching for release. She sobbed, wishing she had never come to Turner Street and this apartment.
"Men," Marge said, looking at her husband and her son. "Sometimes I wonder why us women bother with you. Hold the little bitch's legs. I'm going to finish what you started, Billy."
Billy's eyes popped open and he grinned lewdly at his father who grabbed Janet's leg. He grabbed the other leg and stared at his mother, her large creamy tits swaying as she moved around to get between the vee of Janet's legs.
Janet stared at them, her passion-filled eyes questioning, wondering what they would do next. Her eyes settled on Marge who was now between her outstretched legs.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice quaking with just a tinge of fear, surfacing above the passion.
"I'm going to bring you off," Marge explained, licking her lips with expectant joy.
Janet's eyes filled with puzzlement.
"How?" she asked, afraid of the answer.
"With this, my little prize." She flicked out her tongue.
Fear and revulsion swept away the passion of the moment. "Don't," she screamed, trying with all of her might to break free of the rope and the hands holding her legs. "It's not right!"
"Who's to say?" Marge cooed, lowering her head to the juicy wet red gash of Janet's hot pussy.
Janet shut her eyes, trying to force what was happening to her out of her mind. She felt the first touch of Marge's wet tongue on her hard clit. It felt like a branding iron and she jerked involuntarily as it swept over her clit. Back and forth it went, until the fear was washed away and passion returned full force, spreading through her body like wild fire.
"Oh, no!" Janet howled, ashamed at the way her body was responding to the perversion of Marge's expert tongue. Tears filled her eyes, spilling out over her cheeks as she glared at the lust-filled faces of Billy and his father.
Marge licked and gobbled at her tender cum-filled pussy. It reeked of passion and cum. She soaked her face as she rubbed her lips over her open cunt. She sucked deeply, drinking down wads of Billy's cum as it oozed from Janet's aching cunt. She swallowed it and continued to suck on Janet's swollen sensitive clit, bringing her quickly to the peak of orgasm.
Janet realized what was about to happen. Fear of what she might become mingled with the passion of Marge's tongue as she rapidly approached the point of explosion.
"Oh, Christ!" Janet squealed as the first violent climax ripped through her tender quivering body. Moaning and crying hysterically, Janet erupted, washing Marge's hungry mouth and face with warm pussy juice and cum. Her body jerked rhythmically as each swipe of Marge's tongue whipped across her clit, sending her into spastic fits. She clenched her bound hands, rocking back and forth across the floor, her ass jiggling and shaking as Hank and Billy held her legs apart.
Janet strained, pulling and tugging at her bounds as she climaxed again and again. Her mouth opened as she sucked in air, breathing rapidly as Marge methodically worked her cunt into a lather.
Marge sucked and licked, keeping her tingling hard clit between her lips, drawing and tugging it into her mouth, working it like a small prick. Cum washed over her face and she reveled in it, drinking it and bathing her face in the warm juices of the young girl.
With one last whimpering yell, Janet collapsed back on the floor, her face flushed with the afterglow of coming and the shame of her body's betrayal.
"Stop!" she cried, sniffing back her tears. She lay there, afraid to took at anyone.
Marge lifted her head, her face covered with juice. "We'll leave you," she said, knowing she was embarrassed. "I filled out the order blank while Billy was fucking you. While you get dressed, I'll get the money for you."
"Don't bother," Janet said, and at once regretted it. There was no sense in not taking the money. It was over now. "Thank you," she said, lowering her eyes.
When they had left the room, Janet stood up and put on her panties. Hesitantly, she picked up the order blank and read it.
"Wow!" she said aloud. "Five boxes!"
"Here's the money," Marge said, coming into the room, a robe wrapped around her body. She winked. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you when you bring back the cookies."
Janet flushed red, her lips drawing tightly across her mouth. "When I bring your cookies,' she said as forcefully as she could, "I'll have my father with me."
"Whatever you want, Janet," Marge said.
Janet hurried out, wishing she could forget the whole thing. But in the back of her mind, the gnawing fear of becoming a lesbian tugged at her mind. She hurried out of the building into the warm sunlight of the late afternoon. At least I've got enough to beat Ellen and anyone else who might have gotten lucky. Quickly, she hurried back to her side of town.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet left her house, her heart skipping wildly. According to her calculations, even Ellen had not passed her in selling cookies. She shivered as she turned the corner, thinking of how the final five boxes had been sold.
She walked toward Ellen's house, proud and at the same time, afraid of what she had become. It wasn't what she had done with the men, it was Marge and her perverted tongue that frightened Janet.
She stopped in front of Ellen's house, forcing the unhappy thoughts from her young vulnerable mind. She looked at the watch. There was plenty of time before her father would be by to help her deliver the big orders and the orders she had sold on Turner Street.
The door opened as she walked up the front walk and Ellen's father smiled as she climbed the few stairs to their porch.
"Come on in, Janet," he said, happy to see her.
"Thank you, Mr. Walters," Janet said, walking by him and into the coolness of his living room.
Janet plopped on a chair, her tight jeans cutting into her crotch. "Where's Ellen?" she asked as Kenneth sat down across from her on the couch.
His eyes settled on her small tits as they pressed against the tight material of her jersey top. "Out with her mother." He grinned and winked at Janet. "I think they're looking at bikes," Janet tried holding back her giggle, but couldn't. "I really thought she was going to win," she said, her cheeks turning red.
"You must have really turned on the charm since we last talked," Kenneth said. "If I remember correctly, you only sold two boxes and they were to your aunt."
Janet smiled sheepishly. "I followed your advice, Mr. Walters."
"And what was that, Janet?"
"I smiled a lot more at the customers."
"You must have really turned it on with Don Ferguson and Jack Tanner. They bought ten boxes apiece."
Janet avoided his eyes. "I think they were buying some for their relatives," she said feebly.
Kenneth was enjoying her obvious discomfort. "And Frank Thomas let you keep cookies on his counter at the drugstore," he added. "You must have really turned on the charm for that. Ellen must have asked him a hundred times." He shook his head in exaggerated disbelief. "I think maybe deep down inside you, there must be the soul of a temptress."
Janet coughed nervously, wondering if he knew the things she had done. "I thought maybe I'd deliver some of the small orders before my dad met me here to help me with the large ones," she said, changing the subject.
"Oh, your dad's meeting you," Kenneth said, his eyes traveling to her crotch. He noticed the way the denim material was cutting into her cunt, separating the lips of her pussy.
Janet noticed the way he was looking at her. It made her self-conscious and she closed her legs. "Do you mind if we get some of the orders?"
"Of course not, Janet," he said, getting up. His cock was growing hard in his pants and he caught her looking at his growing bulge. "The boxes are in the garage. Come on out with me."
Janet followed him through the kitchen to the back of the house. "It was real nice of you to volunteer to handle everything this year," she said as he opened the door that led from the kitchen to the garage.
"It was my pleasure. Just doing my part," he said, flicking on the light.
The boxes were stacked neatly against the back wall of the garage. "You're not going to deliver the boxes you sold on Turner Street by yourself, are you?" he asked, getting the order forms from a table in the corner.
"Oh, no," Janet said emphatically. "I'm never going over there again by myself."
"You didn't have any trouble, did you?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"No." She felt her cheeks burn.
He skimmed through the orders. "I didn't notice this before. I see you sold five boxes to a family named Tyson over on Turner. You must be the greatest salesgirl ever."
She felt as if he could tell what she did to sell the order to the Tysons. She turned, facing the wall and the rows of boxes.
Kenneth stared at her heart-shaped ass. Out of all the girls who hung around with his daughter Ellen, Janet was the prettiest. He walked quietly up behind her, his body barely touching hers.
"When you sold those boxes of cookies to Don Ferguson, did he make a pass at you?" An image of Janet naked on Don's rug made his cock throb.
Janet sucked in her breath, feeling the closeness of Ellen's father behind her. She was glad he couldn't see her face. She wasn't sure she could make him believe the lie.
"No," she said, hesitantly. "Why would he do that?"
"Are you really that innocent, Janet?" he asked, basking in the scent of her perfume. "Even Ellen knows what a flirt Don is. She's told me herself."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Janet said, taking a step forward. There was no place to go now, the stacks of cookies were directly in front of her.
Kenneth wanted to touch her and feel the softness of her vibrant body. He took a step, bringing himself up against her back. His hard cock pressed against the base of her spine. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He waited, relishing the closeness of her body.
Janet's body tingled. She wanted to turn around, throw herself into his arm and kiss him, proving she wasn't a lesbian. She hesitated, feeling his cock in her back. She knew he was hot, but this was her best friend's father. His aftershave lotion was making her head spin.
"Mr. Walters?" she said, her voice tight. "Shouldn't we be getting the cookies?"
Nervously, Kenneth put his hands on her soft shoulders. "Turn around," he said hoarsely, his throat constricted.
Janet closed her eyes, her head getting light. Slowly, she turned, opened her eyes, and looked up into his handsome face.
"What are you going to do?" she asked innocently.
"I want to kiss you," Janet," he said, swallowing hard as his cock pressed against her belly. "I want to kiss you."
"You shouldn't," she protested lightly. "I'm younger than your daughter."
He nodded. "I know." His dark eyes burned into her pale innocent blue eyes. He took her small delicate face in the palms of his large masculine hands and tilted her face up. She offered no resistance as he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her lightly on the lips.
Janet's knees went weak as the touch of his lips reached her soul. She put her arms around his broad back, crushing her lithe body against him. She opened her mouth, accepting his tongue as it snaked between her lips, exploring the wet recesses of her mouth Kenneth felt her mouth suck on his tongue, trying to pull it out by its root. He rubbed his cock against her belly and felt her shiver. He wrapped his arms around her body, rubbing her back and slim girlish hips, letting his hands trail down to her heart-shaped ass.
"Ohhh, Mr. Walters!" she gasped as they broke the kiss. "What if Ellen and your wife came home?"
"They won't be home for hours," he said, holding her at arm's length, admiring the steady rise and fall of her small cone-shaped tits. "And call me Ken."
Janet smiled sheepishly and blushed. "It seems funny calling you Ken."
He held her eyes with his own, letting his hands slip down to her tits. He squeezed them gently in his hand.
"Don't think of me as Ellen's father. Think of me as just a man who wants to make love to you."
Janet felt the lust stir deep inside her body. Here was a man, strong and rugged, who wanted her. She smiled at him lewdly, licking her full pouting lips. The idea of making it with the father of her best friend was turning her on. She decided to play innocent and let him lead her in to the glorious world of sexual pleasure.
"Hug me again," she whimpered, going back into his arms and rubbing her young vibrant body against him. "Hold me tight."
Ken held her in his arms, reveling in her youthfulness as she pressed tightly against him. He could feel every inch of her, the softness of her tits, her thighs as they pushed against his leg, and her hips pushing her pelvis into his crotch. His mind swam with passion. It was as if he were making it with his daughter. His hands roamed freely over her body, touching, caressing, kneading.
"Let's go back in the house," he said, his voice strained with emotion.
"Yes," Janet whispered, taking his hand as he led her back in the house. "Let's go up to your bedroom."
Throwing caution to the wind, Ken picked her up in his arms and carried her through the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He kicked open the door and walked forcefully to the bed and dropped her on the plush spread.
"Oh, Kenny," she giggled, her legs flailing in the air as she fell backward. She looked up at him, her legs spread wide and her eyes filled with desire for the father of her best friend.
She ran her hands caressingly over her girlish body, tempting him to come down beside her and fuck her.
"You are so beautiful," Ken said, his eyes riveted to her squirming young body. Her nipples pressed against the thin material of her top and her jeans cut between the soft nubile lips of her pussy, digging into her cunt.
"I want you to undress me," she whispered, never taking her eyes off his crotch. She rubbed her tits and rocked her hips from side to side, praying he wouldn't change his mind. "Please."
Ken sat on the edge of the bed and unsnapped her jeans. The zipper sliding down echoed in his ears as he stared at her pink cotton panties. He tugged on the jeans as she lifted her ass, pulling them down and off.
Janet lay there bathing in his lustful gaze. "Help me off with my top," she cooed, her voice soft and seductive.
Mesmerized by her beauty, Ken slipped her top over her head, baring her small perfectly shaped tits, spilling slightly over the flimsy lace bra that held them. He tossed the top on the floor and ran his hands over her flesh, from the top of her bra to the moist crevice between her legs. She squirmed when his fingers pressed between her thighs and delved between her cunt lips through the thin cotton panties.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, relishing the way he was touching her body with respect and admiration, not like the Tysons had a few days earlier. This was the way sex was supposed to be enjoyed, gently, and with the reverence. "Lie down beside me."
Ken hesitated for a moment, a vision of his daughter flashed across his mind, then Janet's sensual face came back into focus. He stood up and dropped his pants to the floor along with his shorts. His long thick cock sprang into view.
Janet gasped at the sight of his magnificent cock. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in awe. "Oh, Ken," she said, her voice filled with praise. "Your cock is so beautiful!"
Hearing the young girl praise his prick and use the word cock made his blood boil. He fell on the bed and took her toughly in his arms, kissing her passionately on the lips, his tongue snaking expertly into her mouth.
Janet humped his hard cock, feeling the heat from his thick shaft burn through her panties. She wanted it inside her hot trembling pussy. She wanted to feel it rip through her pussy. Reaching down, she took his cock in her hand, gasping with delight at the size and the way it throbbed in her palm.
She squirmed, twisting and pulling at her panties until they were down around the knees.
Squirming some more, she kicked them off and rubbed her bare cunt against his hard glorious cock. "Christ," she sighed. "Fuck me!"
Without waiting for any response from Ken, she wiggled and jerked from his grasp and climbed quickly over his hard cock. She gripped his shaft in her hand as she straddled his body and rubbed his cockhead into the warm wetness of her young pussy.
"Ooooo," she sighed, sucking in her breath.
Ken stared at her, amazed. His eyes didn't believe what they saw. A young beautifully sensuous girl, younger than his daughter, sitting over him, his cock in her small hand as she rubbed it along the wet gash of her pussy. It made him dizzy with passion. He grabbed at her bra and pulled. The weak clasp snapped and the bra came away in his hand. Her creamy tits jiggled rhythmically as she swayed over his body. The nipples, pink and hard, jutted out, aching to be sucked and bit.
Janet opened her mouth, sucking in air as the head of his cock slipped into her cunt, stretching the outer lips of her hungry wet pussy.
"Ahhhh," she sighed, feeling her juices flow over her hand and his cock as she squirmed and rocked on his cockhead. She looked down at Ken, her eyes blazing with lust. "Hold my tits!" she gasped. "Squeeze them!" She arched her back, jutting out her tits.
Ken roughly grabbed her soft creamy tits in his hands as the juice from her pussy drenched his cockhead, sending fantastic sensations throughout his hard body. He kneaded the white flesh as she twisted the upper part of her body, her head swaying back and forth in delirious pleasure.
Janet held her breath, her eyes wide, and plunged down on his hard thick prick.
"Aghhhh!" she groaned as the tip of his cock pierced through her cunt, driving deep into her wet warm pussy. Her cunt muscles closed around his cock, holding him in her hungry pussy. She didn't move, wanting the feeling of being filled to spread over her body.
Ken groaned as he felt her cunt tighten on his prick. Inside her cunt, his cock bathed in the juices of her pussy. He could feel the sensitive walls pulsate against his bloated shaft. It sent tingling messages of pleasure through his groin and outward to every part of his body.
"Ride it," he groaned, his voice breaking with emotion. "Ride it!" He let his hands leave her tits, moving slowly down across the soft flesh of her torso to her flared girlish hips. He held her tight, lifting her slightly and letting her slide back on his cock. The moving action made his mind spin.
"Ohhhh," Janet moaned, her head falling back as she stared blankly at the ceiling.
She reveled in the glorious feeling of his hard thick cock as it stretched her young pussy. Slowly, without any conscious effort, she began to rock slightly on his cock, dipping and twisting as the pleasure began to build and spread outward from her hot dripping cunt.
The rhythm became faster, her young vibrating body sliding easily up and down his grease-soaked cock. She pounded down, grinding and churning as it stuck deep in her hole, then lifted, leaving only the cockhead in her pussy.
She grabbed his sticky cock in this position and bent forward, staring at the magnificent piece of' meat that was giving her so much pleasure. She could see the thin filmy cream on his veiny cock. She stroked it, feeling it twitch in her hand. Giggling, she let go, plunging it back deep in her hot aching pussy.
"Aghhhhh!" she screamed as it spread her apart, throbbing against the walls of her cunt.
Ken felt as if he were going to explode. The pleasure he was receiving from this young girl scout was beyond comprehension. With each downward plunge of her trim body, he lunged up, driving his prick deeper with each contact.
He could feel his cock expanding to enormous proportions in her tight cunt. He rocked and bucked against her pounding body as they climbed closer to release.
"Oh, Christ!" Janet howled, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm in her pussy. "I'm going to come!"
"Yes! Come!" Ken commanded. "Drench my cock with your sweet pussy juice!" He jerked his ass up, ramming at her pussy with his cock, driving her closer to coming.
He felt his cock fill with the hot jism of orgasm and gave himself up to the pleasure of fucking a young girl. His cock erupted, wads of cum squirted out, and his hips jerked as he saturated her sucking cunt. His eyes focused on Janet's hot flushed face. He could see she was ready and he pounded upward faster, bringing her to the very edge of oblivion.
"I'm cominnngggg!" she screamed, her head tossing from side to side and her hair sweeping across her red passion-crazed face. Her body bounced recklessly on his hard wielding cock, her tits flounced, and her body exploded in one long violent climax.
It started deep in her pussy, spreading rapidly outward as it grew stronger. She found it hard to sit on top of his cock. She fell forward and Ken held her up as he lunged upward into her climaxing pussy.
Ken emptied his load, his spasming cock drained by the greedy muscles inside her cunt. It felt like a vacuum cleaner as it pulled on his cock, trying to get every drop of his cum. He stared at her exquisite face, red and sensuous from her mind-blowing orgasm. Her mouth was slack, her lips wet as she kept licking them.
With one loud yelp, Janet twitched and jerked, then fell forward, her body still twitching and jerking as he held her gently in his arms. She could feel his shrinking cock slip from her cunt and she sobbed, hating the thought of being empty.
"Ohhh, Ken," she panted, kissing his face and neck with her hot wet lips. "You don't know how wonderful you made me feel."
"I do," he said. "I was here during the whole thing." He smiled, holding her shuddering body.
Janet shook her head in the nook of his neck. He didn't understand. Coming like that had washed away the gnawing fear of being a lesbian. She sobbed openly, happy about her femininity. Unknown to her in her youth and innocence, the woman inside her body was capable of taking pleasure in anything or from anyone.
Ken eased her off him, letting her lie on the bed to catch her breath. "I'm getting dressed," he said. "Ellen and her mother will be home soon." The reality of what he had just done was beginning to penetrate his mind. He wanted her dressed quickly to hide the shame he felt for taking an innocent child.
The woman inside Janet realized this. She took his hand while still lying on the bed, her young naked body glistening with perspiration.
"Don't feel guilty about this, Ken. I wasn't a virgin and you were wonderful to me."
Ken saw her in a new light. He nodded and smiled. "I don't think my wife will understand, though," he said.
"And neither will my father," Janet said, climbing quickly out of the bed and rushing around to get dressed. "He should be here soon to help me deliver the cookies."
Downstairs, Ken was helping Janet bring the cookies into the living room when Ellen and her mother walked in.
"Look who I brought with me," Ellen's mother said as she came in the door.
Janet looked up. "Daddy!" she exclaimed happily. "I'll be ready in a few minutes." She looked over at Ellen. "Hi!"
Ellen nodded sullenly. She turned and headed up the stairs. "I'm going to my room, Mother. I don't feel well."
She's just a little down," her mother explained. "We couldn't find a bike she liked."
"You should be proud of your daughter," Ken said, feeling a little funny in front of her father after just fucking her. "I'm sure she'll have a lot of fun on her bike."
"I'm sure she will," Janet's father said. "Here, honey. I'll help you carry them out to the car."
Janet grabbed a load and winked at Ken. "See you later and thanks again." She followed her father out the door, her cute tight ass swinging innocently.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet rode her new bike through the neighborhood proudly, her pretty face bright and cheery. It was finally hers. There were still times she didn't believe her good fortune. Even her parents were amazed and proud that she had won the bike.
She rode by Ellen's house. Ken was sitting on the porch with his wife. She rang the bell on her handlebars and waved, the sweet memory of her afternoon with him still fresh in her mind.
She slammed on the brake when she reached the corner. A car whizzed by and someone waved. The car was out of sight when she realized who it was. She shuddered. It was the Tysons. She had been so nervous, she had almost refused to deliver the cookies to them. If it hadn't been for the bike, she would have had her father mail them back a check and forget the whole thing. At least, she thought, picking up speed as she turned the corner, they didn't cause any trouble while we were there.
Two men waved from a porch and Janet's face lit up with joy. It was Don and Jack, the two men who had made her very happy, initiating her into the wonderful world of sex. She waved back and rode the bike up the driveway and stopped in front of the steps, leading to the porch.
"You look happy," Don said, staring down at the sensuous teenager.
"You sure do," Jack said, his cock twinging in his pants as he remembered the afternoon he spent with her.
"I owe a lot to both of you," she said, her face filled with joy. She squirmed on the thin racing seat, enjoying the friction on her cunt as it dug into her crotch.
"That's a beautiful bike," Don said, his eyes glued to her crotch as it straddled the seat.
"I'm glad you like it," Janet said slyly. "You must remember some of the things I did to get it." She laughed, her face turning a light pink as the two men ogled her young vibrant body.
"How could we forget?" Jack said. He looked over at Don and winked. "Don't you think we both deserve a little bonus since you won the bike?"
Janet looked at them both speculatively. "What were you thinking of?"
"I don't know," Don said. "Why don't you come on inside and we can discuss it over a glass of iced tea."
"Is your wife home?" Janet asked, licking her lips.
"Won't be home for hours," Don said. "You have nothing to worry about."
"I think maybe I do," she giggled. "I don't think I can trust you two."
"You can trust us," Jack said, making a motion to go inside. "Come on."
Don followed him inside, letting the screen door close. They -waited, hoping she would follow.
She climbed slowly off her bike, her mind playing with the sensuous idea of being alone in the house with two men. She propped her bike against the porch, walked quickly up the stairs, opened the screen door and stepped inside.
"Where's my iced tea?" she asked coyly, her eyes darting from Don to Jack and back again. "I'm thirsty."
Don went into the kitchen and came back with a tall glass of iced tea. "Here, honey," he said, winking at her lewdly.
Janet took the cold glass, letting his hand touch hers, before taking it away. "Ummmm," she said, drinking it down halfway.
The two men sat on the couch, leaving enough room between them for Janet. They smiled at her, watching her drink.
"Why not come over and sit down?" Don said, patting the space between them.
"Can I trust you two?" she teased, her voice light and innocent. "I wouldn't want to get into a situation I couldn't handle."
"I think," Jack said, eyeing her lithe figure, "that you could handle anything that came your way."
"I'm not too sure," Janet said, setting the glass on the coffee table. She sat between them, rubbing her tightly clad ass against the soft cushion. "Now, how can I repay you two?"
"How about a kiss?" Don suggested, leaning forward to capture her mouth.
"Whoa," Janet teased. "How do I know Jack won't attack me from the rear?" She giggled, enjoying the attention of the two horny men.
"You've got to trust us," Jack said, draping an arm around her shoulder. "Now, how about a nice friendly kiss as our bonus?"
Janet seemed to ponder the idea, knowing full well she was going to kiss them. "Okay," she said slyly. "But no funny business."
She leaned over, her moist lips touching Don's mouth. She held her lips against his, the sensuous feeling of the kiss spreading warmly through her body.
Don rubbed her slim shoulders, letting his tongue slip past her lips and into the wetness of her mouth. At once, she sucked deeply on his tongue, her eyes closed tightly as she became more aroused.
"Hey, it's my turn," Jack joked, watching his buddy kiss the young, turned-on girl scout.
Janet broke the kiss, panting and tingling with pleasure. "That was something," she cooed, turning to Jack. "Now, it's your turn."
Hotter now and more involved in the sensuality of it all, Janet threw her arms around Jack's neck, kissing him greedily on the mouth. She darted her tongue between her lips and savored the exquisite pleasure of having him lick and nibble on her exploring tongue.
She squirmed into his arms, letting her tits rub against his broad chest. It made her nipples ache as they pressed against the thin flimsy material of her top. She could feel the juices in her pussy begin to flow, drenching her tight crotch. She squeezed her legs together and moaned into Jack's sucking and biting mouth.
Don watched, his cock growing rapidly in his pants. He caressed her back, rubbing and massaging her hip-filled jeans and tiny waist. His hands slipped easily up and under her halter, touching the hot youthful skin of her trembling body. He felt her shudder as his hand moved slowly around her side, touching her tender tits.
Janet broke the kiss and fell back against the couch, her mouth open as she sucked in air. "You guys are really something. A poor girl doesn't stand a chance around here."
Her eyes traveled down to her tits. She could see Don's hand underneath her halter, cupping her tits and squeezing them gently.
"Don!" She smacked his hand playfully. "You shouldn't be doing that." She smiled over at Jack who was watching too, his eyes glued to her tits.
Jack's hand went to her bare thigh, his fingertips running lightly over her creamy flesh. His fingers burned into her flesh and she moaned, letting her legs part slightly, giving Jack more room to go up to her crotch.
She leaned back, her eyes following the masculine hands that caressed and teased at her young body. She touched their cheeks, letting her fingers caress their faces.
"You two are getting me hot," she sighed, spreading her legs even wider.
"I know," Jack said, rubbing her crotch. "It's all wet down here."
Janet giggled. "I got hot dripping panties for you two." She pushed Don's hand away as he tried to lift her halter. In one swift motion she stood up, her young tits heaving up and down as she breathed. "I know what you both want," she said as she held rein on her emotions.
"What is that?" Don asked, a wide grin on his face.
"Yeah, tell us," Jack chimed in.
"You want my body," she cooed, rocking back and forth on her feet. "And because you're both so wonderful, I'm going to give it to you." The thought of having both of them fuck her made her swoon.
"I want you both to watch me," she said, her voice dripping with sex. Her legs felt like rubber as she lifted her skimpy halter over her head, baring her creamy tits. She shook them, caressed them, and pulled playfully on the nipples. "I think I'm going to cream in my jeans," she giggled.
The two men watched in awe at the transformation. Before their eyes, Janet changed from a sexy little teenager into a sultry passionate woman reeking with sex.
Janet stared at them, her eyes blazing with lust, her face flushed, and her mouth pouting, glistening. She unsnapped her jeans and wiggled out of them, leaving them on the floor as she stepped toward them, naked. She fell to her knees in front of them and looked up into their hot faces.
"I think you both deserve more than a kiss." She fiddled with their zippers until both cocks sprang out, hard and throbbing. "Ohhh! What do we have here?" She stroked them both, enjoying the pleasure of two magnificent cocks. Licking her lips, she bent over and planted a kiss on the tip of each cock. She stood up. "Was that enough of a bonus, guys?" she asked, her voice teasing.
"Hell, no!" Don said.
"Well, if you want more, you'll have to catch me." She took off, heading for the stairs.
They looked at each other and laughed. Quickly they undressed and headed for the stairs. They found her on the bed in the master bedroom.
"It didn't take you long," Janet said as she ogled the two naked men. "Want to join me?"
She sighed as she lay between them, their hands roaming freely over her hot quivering body. She felt their greedy mouths, licking and sucking on her nipples until they ached. She squirmed between them, her legs spread and the juice dripping from her wet open cunt.
"I'm so hungry for cock," she moaned, wriggling down and grasping their cocks in her hands.
"Oh, no, little kitten," Don said. "I don't want you jerking me off and wasting my load. I want to shoot it up your pussy."
"Sounds good," Janet sighed, still stroking their hard throbbing pricks. "And where do you want to put your cock, Jack?"
"In your ass," he said menacingly. "In your tight pretty asshole."
"Oh, no," Janet said, letting go of their cocks. "My ass is too small for your prick." She tried getting up, but Don pulled her back down between them.
"Don't be in such a rush. He was only kidding," Don said, stroking her pussy lightly. He looked over at Jack and winked.
"Right, baby," Jack said. "I was only kidding. I'll wait my turn."
Janet sighed. It was one thing to fool around with two guys, but there was a limit.
"I'm glad," she said.
"Climb on top of me, baby," Don said. "I'm dying to get in your sweet pussy."
Janet leaned over and kissed Jack. "If you want, I'll suck you while Don sticks his cock in me.
"I'll wait, baby. Watching will turn me on." Jack lay back on the bed and waited.
Janet squirmed down to Don's cock and licked the length of it, soaking it with her spit. Her pert little ass stuck up high in the air as she sucked his throbbing prick. She lifted her head, her lips glistening with spit.
"I'll do the same to you, Jack." She sat up on her knees and looked at Don's wet cock. "I can't wait until it's in me," she moaned, straddling his muscular body.
She gripped his cock, her knees resting on the bed and lifted, placing his cock between her wet pussy lips. She moaned, enjoying the wonderful sensation.
"Put it all in," Don groaned, his cockhead bathing in the hot juices of her pussy. "Fuck me!"
Janet reveled in the depravity of it all. She looked over at Jack, his cock sticking up in the air. She stroked the cock between her legs.
"I'm so happy," she whimpered, letting Don's cock sink into her inflamed cunt.
Don felt her cunt close around his cock, drawing on it, throbbing on it. His hips began to move slowly, rocking back and forth as Janet built up steam.
Janet leaned over, her small tits dangling and bouncing as she pumped up and down on Don's cock. She looked greedily at Jack's hard cock.
"Let me suck it," she groaned. "Put it in my mouth." She opened wide, licking her lips invitingly.
"I'll do better than that," Jack said, a wide lewd grin on his handsome face. He scrambled up to the foot of the bed, admiring her heart-shaped ass as it wiggled on Don's cock. He watched as she lifted, seeing the cock, greasy and stiff, penetrate her hot cunt.
"What are you doing back there?" Janet asked, a tinge of fear surfacing above her passion. She tried turning around, but Don held her face in his hands.
"Keep your eyes on me, pet," Don said, ramming his cock deep in her pussy.
Jack got behind her, letting his hard thick cock touch at the crack of her virgin ass. "Has anyone ever fucked you in here?" he asked, probing around the tight brown puckered hole with his cockhead.
"No!" she said, her voice shaking. "Please don't put it in there." The passion she felt in her pussy was fast turning to fear. She dreaded the thought of having a cock stuffed up her ass.
"Relax, doll," Don said, holding her slim hips as he kept his cock buried in her pussy. "Jack won't hurt you."
Janet tried sitting up straight, but Don held her down with one strong arm, causing her ass to remain in an inviting position. His other hand was placed on her soft hip, keeping her body steady.
"Please let me up," she said, her voice breaking with fear. "It'll hurt me too much. I'm small back there."
Jack held her hips, rubbing his cock into the tight crack. "We haven't hurt you yet," he said, his voice soothing, trying to relax her. "And we don't intend to start now."
"Jack's right, baby," Don said, kissing her face. "You're going to love it." He ground his hips up, driving his cock deeper into her tight pussy.
"Ohhhhh!" Janet moaned. "Keep doing that."
"He will, baby," Jack said softly, spreading her firm ass cheeks apart, baring her tight asshole. "You just relax and enjoy yourself."
Janet's eyes opened wide as she felt the pressure of his cockhead push against her tight puckered asshole. "Go easy," she panted, trying to relax. She squirmed down on Don's cock, letting the pleasure of his meat relax her. "I'm scared," she sighed, feeling the tight ring of her ass being stretched.
Don kissed her, running his hands lightly over her back to relax her. He could feel her cunt muscles tighten on his cock, pulsating rapidly in rhythm to her pounding heart.
Jack slipped his swollen red cockhead past the outer ring of her ass. The tight muscles clamping tightly to his prick.
"It's tight, baby," he groaned. "But, it'll fit nice."
"Oooooo," Janet whimpered as she wriggled her ass. "It feels funny going in, like an enema." She sucked in her breath, gasping for air as Don's cock twisted inside her pussy. "Ahhhhh!"
Jack pushed harder, driving most of his raging cock deep in her asshole. It felt like a vise gripping his shaft as he started to pump.
"Aggghhhh!" Janet cried out as Jack buried his cock in her ass. "It hurts! You're splitting me apart!"
She tried squirming as the two hard pounding cocks tore into her holes. She gasped, her mouth open as she sucked in air, trying to relax. The strange feeling in her ass gave way to pleasure as her ass stretched to accommodate Jack's pounding cock. She balanced herself on her hands, looking down into Don's excited face.
"This is great!" she groaned, getting into the spirit of the double-fuck. She wiggled back, tightening her ass muscles. At the same time, she pushed down on Don's cock as it pierced her cunt.
"Be still, baby," Jack groaned as he sliced into her tight puckered butthole. "Let us do the work."
Janet nodded, the fire in her body fast becoming a raging inferno as the two cocks rammed into her quivering fuckholes. She felt the cocks swell and she gasped, knowing that they were getting ready to blast her holes with hot gooey cum. It thrilled her. It was the perfect way to end her days as a girl scout.
She glanced back quickly at Jack. His hands were on her hips, his hips moving rapidly back and forth as he jammed his cock in her ass. She blew him a kiss and turned back to Don, the man who had started it all.
"I'm getting ready," she panted, her eyes filled with lust. "Make it a good one."
She closed her eyes and waited for the first wave to wash over her. This was what it was all about. No longer would she fight the passionate woman inside. She would feed it, nurture it with sex until it was sated. This summer she would indulge in everything.
"I'm ready!" she howled. "I'm cominnggg!"
Simultaneously, the two raging cocks exploded, sending torrents of thick hot cum into her shaking quivering body. It squished inside her, oozing out over their cocks and down her thighs. She screamed, twitching and bucking as the hot jizz triggered her orgasm. Tiny explosions erupted in her pussy and belly, sweeping outward to fill her with pleasure. Every nerve in her body screamed for release as another wave of orgasms swept through her. This time they were stronger, more violent and she wailed, her head tossing from side to side.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she screamed shrilly as she came again and again on the two impaling cocks. She bucked and humped, her chest heaving as more thick jism entered her hot rocking body. Her arms collapsed and she became dizzy as the blood left her head. Don held her up as he continued to push upward with his cock, squirting the last of his load in her pulsating cunt.
Jack dug his fingers into her soft twitching flesh as he pounded in her ass. He held her steady until the last of his cum was spent, spilling and dribbling out of her ass. He popped out his cock and fell on the bed, groaning with pleasure.
As Jack's cock fell out of her ass, Don pulled her to him, hugging and kissing her flushed face and neck. He drove his cock one last time into the wet squishy depths of her cunt and stopped, leaving it in as it began to shrink.
Janet groaned and opened her eyes. Everything was fuzzy as Don pushed her back on the bed. She gasped, her nerve endings tingling with the aftermath of her climax.
"We'll be downstairs on the porch, Janet," Don said. He kissed her on the forehead and left.
Janet waved to them, a tired smile on her lips. "Will someone bring up my clothes?"
"I will," Jack said, blowing her a kiss from the doorway."
"Thanks," she said softly. She closed her eyes and waited.
* * *
Later, Janet sat on her bike smiling warmly up at the two grinning men.
"Will you be coming around again?" Don asked.
"I don't think so," she said. "I'm going to camp for the rest of the summer. Daddy's letting me go because I won the bike."
"Well, don't let those counselors take advantage of you," Jack said, winking at her.
"That's the first thing I intend to do," Janet said coyly as she pedaled out toward the street, waving good-bye.
