From an395341@anon.penet.fi Sat Oct 28 03:36:07 1995
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Subject: Janet (some bitch..(?)) 1/5
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Chapter One
Janet dumped her packages and shed her coat as soon as she entered the
house, strewing everything on the couch in a big heap. Her feet hurt. As they
always did after she'd spent the better part of the day shopping. Shopping
had been fun the first few months after she an Alan had married a little over a
year earlier. Lately, though, it had seemed to lose its allure. But what else
was she to do? Alan didn't want her to work at an outside job. He made good
money with the construction company. They weren't rich by any means, but they
certainly weren't hurting, either.
Alan insisted that Janet be what he called a normal housewife, whatever
that meant. They owned a nice, three bedroom house. Janet had her housework
down to a steady routine so she could keep it the way she and Alan wanted
without too much effort. That left lots of time for other things. And those
other things consisted mostly of shopping. She paid occasional visits to Pam
Lowe, her best friend. Pam was only 19, but Janet was only 21, so Pam didn't
seem all that young. Pam was a student at the local junior college, studying
accounting, so she had time during the day when she and Janet could get
together.
Janet kicked off her shoes and tore into the bags to get the charge slips.
Alan had instructed her to put them on his desk in the den. He always took
care of them and paid the bills. On her way to the den, Janet reflected on how
still the house was. She felt a momentary, but strong, flash of loneliness.
She sighed, shrugged off the feeling, and opened the door to the den. Then she
stopped dead in her tracks.
Her mind seemed to register everything at once. The small fire crackling
in the fireplace on the far side of the room. Betty Jackson, Alan's secretary,
sitting on the edge of the desk. Alan standing in front of Betty. The fact
that both Betty and Alan were naked! Alan's hand was between Betty's legs, his
tongue laving her stiff nipples. And her hand was wrapped around his stiff
prick.
Janet's mind reeled. She wanted to scream. In anger. In frustration. In
fear. But not a peep came from her throat. It was too constricted for her
voice box to work.
"Oh, baby," Alan muttered between sucks. "I want to fuck you. I need it so
bad!"
"Yeah?" Betty answered. "Then do it, lover. I need it, too."
Alan knelt down, pushed Betty's legs apart, and began licking her pussy.
Janet's eyes followed him, the only thing in her frozen body that moved except
her lungs. And they barely seemed able to work.
"Oh, yeah, lover, lick my clit!" Betty urged.
Alan eased both hands in her crotch, pulled her pussy lips open, and
started working his tongue over every part of the exposed pink flesh. Betty put
one hand behind his head and caressed it lightly as she tilted her head down.
She was watching intently as his tongue moved up and down her slit.
Janet watched in horrified fascination. Her brain refused to transmit any
signals to her muscles so she could move, or to her throat so she could say
anything. Her hand was still on the door knob. The charge slips were still
clutched in her other hand. Janet slowly crumpled them into a ball. She felt
as if she was watching a movie, not real flesh and blood people, one of whom
was her husband!
"Your pussy tastes so good," Alan muttered, looking up at Betty's face.
"You always say that." Betty said as she grinned happily and hunched her ass
forward a little more.
"Only because it's true."
"This sure beats those quickies at the office. Are you sure your wife won't
be back too soon?"
"Naw, she's shopping. She won't be home until the stores close. This won't
be a quickie, either. It's going to be a LONGIE. You can cum as many times as
you want."
"Oh, goodie!" Betty squealed softly. "I love to cum."
"Don't I know it!"
Janet seethed upon hearing their conversation. She had no idea that Alan
was being unfaithful to her. He had taken good care of her sexually from the
day they had given in to their carnal urges several months before they'd become
married. And not only was he screwing another woman, he had the unmitigated
gall to do it in their home. HER home! The only thing that could have been
worse for Janet was to have found the couple in bed. Still, she was unable to
do anything to interrupt the horny scene she was witnessing.
"Say it again," Alan urges. "Come on, baby, tell me you want me to eat your
pussy."
"Oh, yeah, lover. Eat my pussy! Lick it all over! Your tongue feels so
good. Nobody's ever eaten my pussy the way you do. You know all the spots to
touch to make it feel the best."
Alan took his time tonguing her cunt, proving to her again that her
compliment was well-deserved. Starting at the base of her slit, just below her
cunt hole, he used the pointed tip to trace the deep gash al the way up to the
top, going over her clit, then dragging his tongue back down. Next he would
broaden his lapper and swipe it up and down the steamy seam. Betty held her
hand behind his head, moaning constantly as he provoked those wonderful
feelings that radiated out from her crotch to infuse her entire body.
He separated the inner and outer lips with the tip of his tongue, then
tenderly sucked each long inner lip between his, nipping it lightly. Betty's
ass squirmed around the desk. Her moans increased in volume, getting louder
and louder as Alan's tongue went faster. Then he settled his tongue on the
rigid clit and began teasing it lightly.
Betty's breath escaped with a whoosh. "Oh, yeah, baby! That's the way.
Oh, God, lover, I'm going to cum if you don't stop that!"
"That's what you want, isn't it?" he asked, pausing briefly.
"Uhhh.. Ummmm. Yeahhhhh! Make me explode, lover! Make me cum the way
only you can! Ohhhh, I love to cum from your licking and sucking."
Alan resumed his oral activity, paying attention only to her clit. He
circled the tiny bud with the tip of his tongue, and titillated it by placing
his tongue directly on top of it. He released the lips of her pussy and slid
both hands along the outside of her thighs, burying his face in her sexy
warmth.
Betty draped her legs over his shoulders, and wriggled her ass as he
brought her closer and closer to her release. Her head back and her mouth hung
open to emit steady moans and groans. When her release came, she squeezed her
legs tighter and began screaming in what sounded like a mixture of agony and
ecstasy.
Janet continued her sneaky observation, still frozen in place as if the
winter air outside had invaded the room and covered her with its chilling
texture.
"Fuck me baby," Betty moaned. "Fuck me from behind, doggie-style. Please,
lover, fuck me now! I need your big cock in me so badly!"
Betty untangled her legs and pushed at Alan's head. When he moved back,
she slid off the desk, twisting around as she moved so that she was facing the
desk. She leaned over, put her arms across the top of the desk, and looked
back over her shoulder at Alan. Her ass was gyrating in tight circles. Her
long brunette hair hung down around her face, obscuring it.
Alan stepped up behind her, used one hand to guide the head of his prick to
the entrance of her cunt, and took a step forward.
"Oh, God, yesssss!" Betty cried out. "Shove it to me! Fuck me silly!"
Alan grabbed both of Betty's hips and thrust his ass forward, burying his
cock to the hilt inside her gaping gash. His hips began working back and forth
smoothly, two well-oiled joints that exerted tremendous power as he fucked the
woman energetically. He drove his cock in and out of her, using the full
length of his piston to plumb her depths.
Janet's feelings suddenly underwent a dramatic change. Up to the time when
Alan put his prick in Betty, Janet had been hoping such an event wouldn't
happen. Had Alan stopped with just eating her pussy, she wouldn't have felt so
betrayed. Now he had committed the ultimate act of deceit. Still she couldn't
bring herself to interrupt them. In a perverse way, she was fascinated by the
sight of her husband fucking another woman.
Janet watched her husband's muscular body as he fucked Betty. She was
short, just a little over five feet tall, so he had to bend his legs to keep
his dick properly positioned. Janet had always felt pride in her husband's
body. All those hours he spent lifting weights kept him at a trim 185 pounds.
And kept every muscle in his body powerful.
"Oh, yes, lover! Fuck me! Oh yeah, it's so fucking good!" Betty moaned
over and over, her voice wavering from deep bass to an almost shrill soprano.
Janet understood full well what Betty was feeling. Alan's cock wasn't
really thick, but it was long. Each time he thrust all the way forward, Janet
knew what was happening to Betty. A feeling of deep, intense anger flared
through Janet as she thought of the wonderful pleasure the little secretary was
getting from Alan's prick. To her great surprise, she felt her own pussy
getting wet. Fiery little tendrils of longing were making their way to the
surface, causing every nerve-ending in her body to tingle. That only made her
anger so much more overwhelming.
Betty was close to cumming again. Janet could see the reddish blush of
acute sexual excitement spreading over her body. Unconsciously, Janet's gaze
went to Betty's tits. They were small, not over a size 32, with small, pointy
nipples.
Alan clung to Betty's hips and plowed into her pussy with long, hard
strokes, lifting her up on her toes each time he slammed all the way in. Sweat
covered his body from the exertion of keeping his knees bent so his six foot,
two inch frame stayed low enough to prevent him from riding too high and
slipping out of her hot cunt. To relieve some of the pressure, he gripped both
of Betty's legs and pulled them up to his waist. He began fucking he faster,
driving his cock in and out of her with enough force to make her body forcibly
rock back and forth.
Betty's body began twisting and contorting, writhing and undulating with a
life of its own as Alan fucked her toward another orgasm. Her wails became
louder, then her body went into convulsions as she came off with a loud groan.
Alan continued fucking her with mighty thrusts, driving her over the peak into
that never-never land of sexual satisfaction.
Her legs gave way, Alan sank slowly to the floor, pulling Betty's ass down
with him. His prick, which was still hard, stayed lodged inside her clinging
cunt. Betty's arms slid across the slick desk top. Then she put her hands on
the edge and pushed her body back. Alan sat on the floor for a moment, then
lay back, his breath whistling in and out.
Betty wasn't finished with his cock. It was still hard, still lodged way
up her cunt. That combination couldn't be resisted. She sat up very straight,
facing his feet, and began fucking him. She got her feet under her and
squatted over his loins, using the strength of her legs to propel herself up
and down. Her head was flung back. Her eyes were closed tight. She worked
herself toward yet another orgasm. One hand went to her tiny tits and began
pinching and pulling at her nipples. Her other hand slid down into her crotch.
Two fingers slipped between the lips of her cunt and found her clit.
Janet's eyes followed the hand down into Betty's crotch. She was looking
directly between her legs. Betty would surely have seen her if her eyes had
been open! Alan had always told Janet how much he liked the thick forest of
hair between her legs; had always told her that he liked lots of hair around a
pussy. Betty's cunt hair, which was a darker brown than the hair on her head,
had been trimmed down to a narrow slit that ran from just above her crack down
between the cheeks of her ass. Janet could see Alan's cock as it appeared when
Betty lifted her ass and disappeared when the girl sank back down. Janet still
had the feeling that she was watching a movie of two people fucking. This
wasn't her husband under the slutty little brunette. It was someone else,
someone who was putting on a private show just for her benefit.
Alan lay still for several minutes, letting Betty do the fucking. When
Betty gave up playing with her nipples and clit and put her hands down on the
floor so she could work her ass up and down faster, he put his hands on her
hips and began thrusting up to meet her. After a couple of false starts, they
got their act coordinated. Betty's ass flew up and down, and her cunt slid up
and down his fuck pole. Alternately her hot hole was swallowing the long long
piece of meat and spitting it out, going from one and to the other. The head
of his cock stayed inside her on the upswing.
Janet had never seen another couple fuck. Except one time in a movie Alan
had brought home to show on their new VCR. Her reaction to that had been one
of disgust. It had turned Alan on, though. Enough so that they had one of
their best fucks ever. He hadn't brought any more such movies home, thinking
Janet was turned off by them. Which she had been. Seeing the act being
carried out before her in living color was different. She was getting so
turned on it hurt!
Betty's ass became a blur of motion. Her whimpers and squeals of joy hadn't
stopped. The sounds assaulted Janet's ears, turning her on even more. The
crotch of her panties were soaked with her own cunt juices. She remained frozen
in place, however, unable to either do or say anything about her own feelings.
Alan thrush harder as his own climax neared. Betty rode his prick like a
veteran, taking all he could give her and loving every second of it. Her body
began describing nearly impossible motions as she started cumming. She
couldn't articulate any words. The only sound she could make were the low,
guttural sounds that poured from her open mouth.
Betty came fiercely, continuing her movements until the very last second.
When she felt Alan's cum gush into her burning depths, she tried to fuck him
some more. She did manage to work her cunt muscles, squeezing and releasing
his prick, intensifying his pleasure as he pumped into her with hard strokes
that bounced her ass up and down.
Janet knew Alan had cum. His actions told her that. She thought it was
all over between the couple. Her eyes widened in surprise when she glimpsed at
his prick. The damned thing was still hard! It was also coated with a mixture
of his and the pussy juice from Betty's cunt. Janet's anger deepened. He'd
never kept an erection after cumming in her!
Betty knelt by Alan's hip, wrapped one hand around the shaft of his cock,
put her mouth over the head, and locked her lips just below the crown. She
began jacking him rapidly as she exerted a slight sucking pressure with her
mouth.
Janet was suddenly livid with anger and suppressed rage. Alan's cock had
never stayed hard after he came in her pussy or her mouth! He had always told
her that he had to rest before he could give her a second shot. Betty didn't
have anything that she didn't have. Her tits couldn't even compare with her
size 36-C. Neither could her skinny body compare with hers. Alan had
professed his reference for her thick pussy hair and the thick inner lips of
her cunt. Betty didn't measure up to any of those standards. Yet here he was,
his prick still hard, getting ready to cum again in scant moments as the girl
sucked him and jacked him off. It was simply more than a woman could tolerate!
Janet's frozen muscles found life again. She crossed the room quickly, in
great strides, tossing away the crumpled charge slips without thinking.
Arriving at the side of the little brunette, Janet tangled her fingers in
the long brunette hair and yanked. Betty's mouth came away from the head of
Alan's cock just as it began spurting out its second load of cum.
Betty was taken by surprise, totally unaware that Janet was within miles of
the place. Her hand held on to Alan's prick as Janet pulled her away. The
first spurt of jism hit Betty in the face, landing just below her right eye in
a big glob. Her hand slid up the stalk of his cock as Janet kept pulling her
head back. Betty's body followed until she toppled over onto her back. The
anger Betty had initially felt at the sudden intrusion of her pleasure was
quickly replaced by fear. Her mouth worked, but no words came out. Her eyes
were as big around as saucers.
Alan raised his head to see why Betty had stopped sucking and jacking his
cock. His eyes also got very big around.
"Janet! Where the fuck did you come from?"
Janet released her grip on Betty's hair. Ignoring Alan for a moment, she
faced Betty. "Get out, bitch!" she screamed. "Get out before I tear you
apart!"
"Janet!" Alan said as he sat up. "What . . . ?"
"You heard me," Janet grated. "Out! Get your clothes and get out of here!
Don't ever darken my door-way again or you'll regret it!"
Betty scrambled to her feet, backed away from Janet, and began gathering up
her clothes. She backed toward the door, thinking she could get away, into
another room at least, and out of danger.
Janet read her thoughts and swiftly got between Betty and the door. "No,
you don't, bitch! Stay right there and dress. Let's see if you can get into
your clothes as quickly as you got out of them."
Betty turned around, facing Alan. After a moment's hesitation, she started
dressing.
"Turn around, bitch!" Janet ordered harshly. "He can't help you. If he
makes a move, or says anything, I'll cut his cock off and he knows it. Turn
around and face me!"
Betty was afraid of facing Janet. But she was more terrified of not
obeying the woman. She turned slowly, her eyes on the floor. After a moment,
she dropped the clothes on the floor, picked her panties out of the pile and
stepped into them.
"Look at me, damn you! Look me right in the eye while you dress, you
thieving bitch! Tell me how many other husbands you've tried to steal by
letting them fuck you. How many other woman have you done this to?"
Betty lifted her eyes, dropped them, then lifted them again. "I . .
. it isn't what you think. I mean . . ."
"It doesn't matter what you mean, damn you!"
Janet took a step forward, then stopped. "No, I won't beat the shit out of
you, even though I should. Just get dressed and get out."
Alan got to his feet and made a move toward Janet. "Janet, don't do
. . ."
"Shut up! I'll get to you after this conniving bitch leaves."
When Betty had her clothes on. Janet moved away from the door and let her
leave. Janet called to Betty over her shoulder as the girl headed for the
front door.
"Use the back door, bitch, like the sneaky thing you are."
The back door slammed hard. Janet gave Alan a hard, cold look, her eyes
traveling up and down his nude body.
"I hope she meets someone who wants to know what that big splotch on her
face is from. And I hope you got your fill of pussy, you two-timing son of a
bitch! You'll live to regret this day." Janet's voice was as cold as her
stare.
Alan started to answer. Janet turned her back on him, went back to the
living room, got her coat, and left the house. She slammed the front door
behind her hard enough to knock the wall hangings askew.
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From an395341@anon.penet.fi Sat Oct 28 03:36:24 1995
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Subject: Janet (some bitch(?)) 2/5
From: an395341@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury.....)
Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 03:36:24 UTC
Chapter Two
"I can't believe the bastard did this to me." Janet paced back and forth in
front of Pam, puffing heavily on a cigarette. She seldom smoked. She was
doing so now because she was so angry and nervous. And a little frightened by
the sudden, unexpected turn of events with Alan.
"What are you going to do now?" Pam asked. "Are you going to leave him?"
" I should kill the son of a bitch! I wanted to. Him and that brainless,
no-tit bitch he was fucking." Those words were spoken in anger. Janet knew
she mean them. The last thing in the world she wanted was to see Alan dead.
Or even hurt. She loved him deeply. "But what I'm actually going to do is get
even. I'm going to make him suffer long and hard. I want to see the worm
squirm for a while."
"I could have told you what he's like. He's been trying to get to me for a
long time. Going back to the time you two were just dating. But it sure didn't
stop there. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to cause trouble for you.
Best friends don't do that to each other."
"Well, goddamn! It isn't bad enough that he's been fucking his secretary
for God knows how long, now I find out he's been trying to bang my best friend.
You didn't let him, did you?"
"Stop pacing and come sit by me. You're making me nervous. And you know
better than that. I wouldn't do that to you. If you had invited me to join
you two, that would have been different. I have to admit, though, that he's a
real hunk and the thought of fucking him is very appealing."
Janet kept pacing, ignoring Pam's request that she sit down. She couldn't
sit. Inactivity was the worst thing for her at the moment. Her mind was going
a mile a minute and moving her feet helped her concentrate her thoughts.
"Yeah, you always did that kind of trio, didn't you? God, all this shit
makes me so goddamn angry." Janet stubbed out her cigarette and immediately
lit another one.
"You really want to stay with him, don't you?" Do you love him that much?"
"Oh, yes, Pam, I do. More than I realized. When I saw him put his cock in
that titless wonder, I almost lost my mind. I wouldn't feel that way if I
didn't love him. The son of a bitch has really become a part of me. Know what
I mean?"
"No, not really. I've never felt that way about a man. Did you talk to
him about it? Before you came over here, I mean?"
"No. I wasn't able to think straight. I just chased that little
man-stealer out of my house and then left. He was still standing there, his
cock hanging down between his legs, all coated with the juice from her pussy.
He wanted to talk; tried to give me some bullshit excuse for why he'd done it,
but I didn't stay around to listen." Janet stopped and turned to face Pam.
"To tell you the truth, I didn't trust myself. I would have listened to
him, accepted whatever he had to say as gospel, and wound up with him fucking
me. That would have taken away all my power to deal with the situation. I
still don't know what I'm going to do, though. I never thought I'd be faced
with this situation. He's always been so damned good to me."
"From what I've seen, you've also been damned good to him. I know you well
enough to know that you're the kind who'd give their man anything he wanted."
"Yes, that's true. He hasn't been fucking Betty because she gives him
something I don't. I've never told him no, or that I have a headache, or that
I don't want to do something. I think that's what hurts me so much about
this whole fucking mess. I'm so damned confused. And angry. And frightened.
Has he gotten tired of me?"
"I doubt it, darling. Some men just want variety. Maybe they really do
need it. Some sort of primeval thing about the male having to impregnate every
female who'll hold still for them. Personally, I don't think monogamy works
very well."
"You sound very wise for your tender nineteen years, Pam. Did I make a
mistake by marrying him? I've never felt more blue than I do right now."
Pam stood, caught Janet in her arms as the woman paced by, and pulled her
close. "I can cheer you up darling. It can be like it was before between us."
Pam pushed Janet's loose blouse off her shoulders and down her body. She
tenderly caressed one on Janet's large breasts.
Janet shuddered and closed her eyes. "Just to think that I traded you for
that two=timing bastard! I haven't even done it with another woman since we
got married, let alone with another man. I wanted to be faithful to my
husband. My dear husband, who's been fucking at least one other woman ever
since our wedding day."
"Probably long before that, darling. He never was faithful. I'm probably
not the only one he's tried to make it with. He does have that aura about him,
after all. Woman seem to find him irresistible. Maybe it's not entirely his
fault." Pam kissed Janet lightly on the lips. "Let me make love to you,
darling. I've missed you so much."
Janet didn't really have to think twice about Pam's proposition. She was
only nineteen, but she knew as much about pleasing another woman as anyone
alive. She and Pam had spent many hours pleasing each other before Janet met
Alan. Janet wasn't a virgin when she first went to bed with Alan, but there had
only been one other guy who'd gotten his cock into her. Almost all of her
experience had come from her sessions with Pam.
"Why the hell not! I've missed you, too. I don't even remember how a pussy
tastes."
"Then its about time you refreshed your memory." Pam said.
"It isn't really cheating on Alan if I do it with another woman, is it? I
mean, there won't be any. . . it isn't like I was letting a man put his cock in
me, is it?" Janet giggled. "A tongue isn't the same as a cock, is it?"
"No, but a tongue can do some nice things, just like a cock can." Pam
smiled and stepped back a step from Janet. Her fingers got busy with Janet's
clothes, removing them slowly, teasing herself with languid actions, letting
her own excitement build. It was going to be like old times for them.
"Have you had many other women since us?" Janet asked slowly. She stood
very still, her eyes half-closed, letting Pam undress her.
"Some. None as good as you, though. Thousands of women couldn't drive the
memories of your tasty pussy and lovely body from my mind." She hefted both of
Janet's tits, then let them fall. They bounced up and down gently. "I've
always thought you had such a beautiful set of tits. Your nipples are so big
and thick, just the way I like them. They're so nice to suck on." To prove her
words. Pam sucked tenderly on each nipple.
Pam undressed herself quickly, letting her eyes wander up and down Janet's
lush body as she did so. Her own body was smaller, more dainty. Janet was
about four inches taller, heavier built with more pronounced curves, and her
skin was paler. Pam was slim, almost boyish, except that her tits were a nice
size 34-B. She was deeply tanned, without a line showing. In the summer, she
sunbathed in the nude. In the winter. she used a sun lamp, despite all the
warnings about what it would do to the skin. She liked being deeply tanned and
was willing to suffer whatever consequences there might be.
"Janet made her own visual inspection of Pam undressed. Their hair was
about the same shade of blonde. Pam wore hers a bit shorter now. Janet thought
her friend had filled out some, too. Her buns were still a nice handful, with
no excess to spill over. Unlike Pam, Janet wasn't interested in toasting her
hide in the sun. Her skin was infinitely paler than Pam's. The contrast in
their coloring was stimulating. Janet's nipples had swelled to their fullest,
standing way out. She reached up with both hands and rolled Pam's nipples
between her thumbs and forefingers. She smiled dreamily as she thought of what
was to come.
"Pam stepped close to Janet again. She ran one hand over Janets' taut
belly and down between her legs. Janet's legs opened automatically as the hand
neared her pussy. Pam took the long, thick lips of Janet's pussy between her
fingers and pulled gently. Her fingers slowly explored the entire area between
Janet's shapely thighs, an area she hadn't touched in far too long. Pam moved
closer and put her arms around Janet's body. They embraced, Pam's delicate
breasts crushing into Janet's larger ones. Pam kissed Janet feverishly as her
hands stroked Janet's plump buttocks, then her hand slid back between Janet's
thighs. Janet moaned and arched herself.
"Pam aroused the other woman to a frantic pitch with her lips and fingers,
sucking hungrily on Janet's swollen nipples while her fingers thrust in and out
of Janet's snatch. Then Pam abruptly released Janet and stepped back, her
chest heaving with excitement. Janet opened her eyes and shook herself gently.
"Let me do you first, darling," Janet whispered. "It's been such a long
time. I'm dying to taste your pussy again."
Pam backed into a large, overstuffed chair. Keeping her ass on the front
edge of the cushion, she lifted her legs and put them over the arms. Her neat
little cunt was fully exposed, ready for Janet to love.
Janet dropped to her knees in front of her girl friend. Her eyes widened
and lit up. "Oh, you've shaved it! That's wild!"
"Yeah, several months age. A bunch of us were fooling around one night.
One of the guys said he'd never fucked a bald pussy, so I let him shave mine.
I liked it, so I kept it that way."
"I've never kissed a bald one. It looks so smooth. I love it!" Janet ran
the tips of her fingers lightly over the hairless crotch. Then she put her
palms flat on each side of the naked slit and rubbed them up and down. She
pressed her hands to the sides and spread the small lips of Pam's pussy. The
pink interior flesh was already wet. The subtle, suggestive aroma wafting up to
Janet's nostrils was intoxicating. She leaned over, intending to kiss the open
slit. Instead, her tongue automatically flashed out and penetrated the weeping
hole at the bottom of the bare slit.
Pam sucked in her breath sharply and wiggled her ass around. "Ummmm, that
feels so good, darling. There's nothing in the world like an educated tongue
to make one feel good."
Janet released the lips of Pam's pussy, then used her tongue all over the
mound and along the steamy slot. She spent several minutes just licking the
area, occasionally dipping her tongue between the lips to gather up Pam's
juice. She slipped her hands under Pam's ass and cupped the round little
cheeks. Her tongue delved into Pam's hole again, this time going in deep. She
stiffened her tongue and pointed it, then began tongue-fucking the girl
rapidly.
"God!" Pam exclaimed. "I love what you're doing to me." Her ass writhed
and humped up and down. "Oh, yes, fuck me with your tongue, darling." Pam was
panting heavily and gasping breathlessly. No one ever loved her pussy as well
as Janet did. "Fuck me with your tongue .
. . lick me . . . make me cum, darling . . . make me cum and get it al out . .
. I want to cum all over your nice tongue while it's in my pussy."
Hard ripples of deep satisfaction churned through Pam's belly as Janet's
soft lapper plunged in and out of her cunt hole, making her juice flow harder.
Janet pulled her tongue from the deep hole and lapped Pam's damp pussy with
long strokes, The worm, familiar taste of a woman's eager body filled her
mouth with a comforting, satisfying feeling. She had forgotten how pleasurable
it was to have her tongue in a tasty pussy.
Pam uttered a choked, harsh cry when Janet's tongue hit her clit. Even
though the bud was small, smaller than Janet's, and tightly encased under its
protective hood, Janet remembered exactly where it was and how to draw it
out. The touch of her tongue was a tingly, exciting feeling that spread fire
through Pam's body. Janet pressed the tip of her tongue to the sensitive area,
wriggling in from side to side. Her lapper seemed to have a life of its own.
Janet kept her tongue on Pam's clit, opened her mouth wide, and covered the
girl's entire pussy with it. Her nimble lips and tongue worked at the girl's
snatch, sending intense stabs of sensation through Pam's body. Pam whimpered
and hissed, tossing her head from side to side and lay half-curled in the
chair, holding herself spread wide open so Janet could get to every part of her
secret place.
"It's getting good, darling," Pam moaned, staring down into her crotch
with lust-laden eyes. "You're getting it so good. You're getting me there in
a hurry."
"Tell me how you feel, darling," Janet urged in a hot whisper, lifting her
mouth from her girl-friend's pussy long enough to speak. "Tell me how it feels
when you cum."
"It feels like I'm breaking up inside. It feels as though everything
inside me and around me is going all to pieces."
"Good, darling. Now I'm going to bring you off. Will you cum real hard
for me?"
"God, do I have any choice? You always were the best!"
"Janet swelled with pride, tremendously pleased that she hadn't lost her
touch. Her troubles with Alan were forgotten. Her full attention was directed
toward making Pam orgasm.
Using her fingers to spread the lips of Pam's pussy open again, Janet put
the tip of her tongue directly on top of the girls' clit. She lowered her head
a little more, and once again covered the bare cunt with her mouth, making sure
her lower lips were below Pam's cunt hole. She knew from past experience that
Pam would release lots of female-cum when she popped her sex-gun. She didn't
want a drop of it to go to waste.
"It's great when you get my clit with your tongue," Pam whimpered. "You're
really beautiful, darling. So beautiful."
Janet lifted Pam's ass and pulled it forward a tiny bit. Her tongue began
moving over the clit rapidly with light pressure, the better to stimulate it.
Tremors started passing through Pam's body, increasing with intensity as
Janet's tongue moved faster.
Suddenly Pam exploded into an orgasm, a quavering wail and a babble of
garbled words coming from her open mouth. Her body shook and twisted in the
chair as her sensations increased, building a greater momentum as they
accumulated. She sank into a numb sexual haze of pleasure. Janet's tongue
quivered and flicked rapidly with a feathery pressure against Pam's clit.
The tension in Pam's body gradually relaxed as her juice flowed into
Janet's eager mouth. Her body writhed and jerked in ecstatic convulsions as
Janet clung to her ass and kept working her tongue to drive the girl on through
her orgasm. The room seemed to revolve around Pam as the spasms raced through
her, wracking her body, wringing her pussy dry. The height of her orgasm
passed. Janet's flicking tongue continued flicking, stroking, caressing Pam's
pussy. It spread a glowing bliss of satisfaction through Pam.
Pam put her hand on top of Janet's head and pushed gently.
"Enough, darling. No more right now or you'll drive me mad."
Janet straightened up, leaned up over Pam's body and kissed the girl full
on the mouth, darting her tongue inside. She kissed each of Pam's tight tits
and sucked the nipples.
Pam pushed Janet back and followed her. They ended up on the floor, Janet
on her back, Pam on top of her. Pam gazed into Janet's eyes and smiled
happily.
"You know, it's a damn shame we can't eat our own pussy. I've always
wondered what mine tastes like. Without having to taste it from somebody's
tongue or cock, I mean."
"That would take some doing. I don't think I could bend my body that way."
"Yeah, me either, but I can still wish. Why have you stayed away so long?
I never cum as hard with anyone else."
"Well, now that I'm back, we can pick up where we left off. This is only
the beginning. I'm going to really get even with that bastard husband of
mine."
"Is that the only reason you came back to me?" Pam's voice expressed her
hurt feelings.
"Well, perhaps it was when I first came over. But not now. I've been a
damned fool to neglect this part of my life. But I'm still going to get even
with Alan."
"How? By cutting off his balls?"
"In a way. I've just decided what I'm going to do. I'm going to start off
by fucking his boss, his dear older brother, and everyone else I can get my
hands on. Then I'm going to see that he finds out. Hell, I think I'll even
fuck his brother's wife. She's such a prim little thing. It'll be fun
teaching her to lick my pussy. I know from things Alan has said the he'd like
to fuck her. I'm going to get there first."
"Wow, you're really going to hit him where it hurts. I wish I could watch
you. I get all hot and juicy just thinking about it."
"Then try this on. His brother is married to his boss's daughter."
"Alan's boss?"
"Yep, none other. Bob's boss, too, of course, since they work together.
I'm going to make sure that father and daughter know I've fucked the other one,
too. And I'm going to tell his boss he can fuck me any time he wants. Maybe
I'll even invite Ralph to the house and fuck him right in front of Alan."
"Boy, you're really steamed up, aren't you? I hope you never get mad at
me! God, just the thought of all that sex makes my pussy wet."
"Your pussy stays wet, darling. I've never known a time when you weren't
ready."
"Yeah, you're right. And I'm ready to do you now. Want to do a 69?"
"You're reading my mind." Janet said, with a smile.
Pam squirmed around until she was facing Janet's feet, her face over the
woman's crotch. She spread her thighs and lowered her pussy to Janet's mouth
Janet opened her own legs. Pam's head dipped down. Her mouth met Janet's
pussy hair and opened to cover the entire area.
As they nursed at each other's cunt, Janet let her hands wander over Pam's
body. She caressed her lover's buttocks, along her back, then slid her hands
under the trim little body to cup her tits. She squeezed the firm globes and
pinched the pert nipples, using more and more pressure as an orgasm built
inside her. The women could read each other's responses perfectly. They came
up almost together, shifting their attention to the erect clits as their climax
neared.
Pam pressed her lips around Janet's clit and held it tightly as she lashed
it with her tongue. Pam wasn't large enough for Janet to do that same, but she
gave her girlfriend as much pleasure as she got. After several minutes of
steady tonguing and sucking, their bodies were writhing and twisting and
squirming.
Janet pulled Pam's nipples fiercely as her orgasm roared through her. Pam
lifted Janet's legs and pushed the far apart, burrowed her face into the hot
cleft under her, and tortured Janet's clit unmercifully. They soared into
sexual fantasy land together, Janet an infinitesimal time ahead of Pam, just
enough that Janet came first. But Pam was so close behind an observer couldn't
have told who came first.
They jerked and bucked and moaned and came, their bodies melting together,
fusing as one, their tongues driving each other crazy with prurient pleasure.
They came down slowly, slower than Pam had earlier. Their passions were totally
inflamed. It was going to take a lot more orgasms to completely satisfy their
extreme hunger for each other.
The girls rolled apart and lay on their backs close to one another,
breathing deeply.
"Would you like something to drink?" Pam asked.
"I just had two large drinks," Janet replied, giggling.
"I mean something like coffee or alcohol silly." Pam paused for a moment,
then continued, "I do pour, don't I?"
"Yeah, and I like it. I'd also like something to eat, if you have it. I
haven't eaten since lunch. I was going to fix dinner at home, but those plans
got interrupted."
"I got some of those frozen things we can do in the microwave."
"That's fine. And maybe a glass of wine?"
"Coming right up."
Janet had gotten into a devilish mood. "And that isn't the only thing
that's going to come."
"You want some more after we eat?"
"Of course. I've wasted an awful lot of time that I need to make up for.
Are you in the mood?"
"Does a frog bump his ass when he hops?"
"Yeah, but he wouldn't if he had wings."
"I'm glad you're feeling better. Come on, let's get some food."
They ate in the nude, using trays in front of the TV. Pam got tired of
the drivel that was on, so she put a tape in the VCR. They viewed a tape of
six women engaged in more varied sexual activity than one could imagine.
Janet watched raptly. "I didn't know women could do such things to each
other."
"I read someplace that sex movies aren't supposed to interest women," Pam
said. "That certainly doesn't hold true for me. I've got quite a library
built up. I sometimes masturbate while I watch them. Guess I won't have to do
that tonight, will I?"
"No way, darling! Have you ever been in a group like that?"
"Sure. I can arrange a party for you, if you'd like. I know several girls
to invite. You'd enjoy them. They're wild."
"They'd have to be if you know them."
"Let's put these thing in the kitchen and get with it again. I'm ready to
cum some more."
Janet went to the kitchen with Pam, carrying her tray. Pam put her tray
down and whirled on Janet. While they were kissing passionately, Pam backed
Janet against a counter, slid her hand between Janet's legs, and started
fingering her pussy.
"You'd better stop that or you'll make me cum."
"That's the whole idea, darling. I want to finger-fuck you and get you off
that way."
"Here, or shall we go back into the living room?"
"Whatever. Doesn't matter to me."
"The living room, then. I want to lie back and watch you."
Janet sat on the floor, her back against the couch, and spread her legs as
Pam knelt by her. Pam put one hand flat on Janet's stomach, just above her
pubic mound, and her other hand in Janet's pussy. Using only the tips of her
fingers, Pam touched every part of Janet's cunt. She took the thick lips
between her fingers and squeezed them, pulled them out to their full length,
then slid three fingers up Janet's hole.
"You know what? I like having something in my pussy."
Pam chuckled. "Now who's hot to trot?"
"Me! Oh, yeah, right there."
Pam had moved the tips of her fingers around inside Janet until she found
the spot she sought. Then she set to work rubbing the spot. She put two
fingers into the top of Janet's slit, one on each side of the clit, and gently
rubbed them around.
"You sure have a big clit," Pam whispered hotly. "When I was sucking you
earlier, I was able to take it between my lips. Not many women have one as big
as yours."
"Uh-huhhhh. Oh, baby, that feels good!"
"Inside or outside?"
"Both, silly. God, I'm going to cum! I thought I could hold off longer."
"Why wait? Let it go. I want to watch your face when you cum."
Janet's body began bucking so hard her ass came off the floor. She stared
at her crotch, watching Pam's fingers pump in and out of her, in short strokes,
carefully staying on that glorious spot inside her pussy that brought as much
joy as her clit. They joy was doubled by Pam's fingers on her clit, going
round and round and up and down. Either finger action would have brought Janet
off with a bang. Both of them together were almost more than she could bear.
She literally exploded. Her mind was infused with blinding light, so powerful
it caused her to snap her eyes shut. That same blinding light roared through
her body like a freight train. Her body went wild, twisting, bucking,
gyrating, and humping all over the place.
When Janet started coming down from that incredible high, she opened her
eyes again. She was lying on her back, several feet from the couch, her legs
splayed wide, her arms stretched out from her body.
"My God, Pam! I thought I was going to die. Whatever you did to me, don't
forget it. I want more of that!"
"I'll show you later so you can do me the same way." Pam grinned broadly.
"I thought you'd like it."
"Like it! If you did that to me very often, I'd be to damned weak to walk
out of here."
"Maybe there's a method behind my madness."
Janet reached up to caress Pam's tits, then let her hand slide easily down
the girls' body. "I know, dear. But I can't live with you. That doesn't mean
we can't spend a lot of time together, though. You've learned a lot of new
things since we were last together. Do you still have that two-headed dildo?"
"Oh yes! That and a lot more toys. Want to see them?"
"No. I want to use them. Drag them out and let's see how many times we
can make each other come. As long as I'm coming with you, I'm not fretting
about Alan."
Pam returned to the living room a few minutes later, her arms loaded with
various sex toys, all of them built especially for women to use with each
other. Janet selected the long, thick dildo with a cockhead at each end. Pam
lay back on her back, ready to receive one end of the device.
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From an395341@anon.penet.fi Sat Oct 28 03:36:31 1995
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Subject: Janet (some bitch(?)) 3/5
From: an395341@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury.....)
Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 03:36:31 UTC
Chapter Three
"And just where the hell were you last night?" Alan demanded angrily. He
was dressed for work. Part of his anger was caused by Janet's avoidance of him
while he was getting ready and part by her failure to cook his breakfast. More
importantly, he was incensed that she hadn't stayed around the evening before
so he could smooth things over with her.
"I slept on the couch." Janet said, with a smile.
"I know that, dammit! I mean before that. Where did you go when you ran
out of here? You didn't get in until almost two o'clock."
"I went to see Pam. I needed time to think."
Alan didn't know whether to believe her or not. Then again, what choice
did he have? For all he knew, she could have been bar-hopping all night. Or
worse. He could call Pam for confirmation, but she'd probably lie to protect
her best friend.
"That little bitch is nothing but trouble. I suppose you spent all that
time telling her about us."
Janet's eyebrows shot up, a sure sign that she was in no mood to take any
of his shit. "Us, Alan? What is there about us to tell?"
"You know what I mean! She's a liar, you know."
"You got a guilty conscience. What is there for her to lie about?" His
motive was clear enough. She wasn't going to let him get away with trying to
discredit Pam, though. He had hit on Pam, just as she had said. Alan's
attempt to make her out a liar was proof enough of that.
"We can't go on like this." Alan knew when he had been cut off at the
pass. He had to try another ploy. Shifting part of the responsibility for
Janet's coldness to her usually worked.
"What do you intend to do about it?"
"It always comes back to me, doesn't it?"
"Your the one who was fucking that brainless little twat right here in our
home. It couldn't have hurt any more if you had been fucking her in our bed."
"Oh, would it be any different if I fucked her in a motel or something?"
"You've been fucking her at the office. I heard her say so. Why not in a
motel, too. Or the back seat of a car. Or on the front lawn, for all I know.
By the way, she's a little light in the tit department, isn't she? I thought
you went for women with big jugs. Hers look like two undersized apples with
nipples on them." One of the first things Alan had wanted to do after they
started having sex was fuck Janet between the tits. She'd let him, of course.
Just as she'd gone along with everything else he wanted to do.
"I like your." He was backed into a tight corner; had to try something to
get her mind off the subject of Betty. He made an attempt to put his hand on
one of her tits.
"Keep your hands to yourself and go to work. I'm not in the mood for that
now. Besides, you can't change my mind by fucking me. That seems to be your
answer every time I get upset about something."
"You very seldom get upset about anything. I don't have much experience
dealing with that."
"Maybe that's part of the problem. I've always done whatever you wanted.
Well, this is one time I'm not going to do that. I'm angry, Alan. Damned
pissed, if you want the truth!"
"How about tonight? Will you be in a better mood then?"
"Why should I be? What will have changed by then?" She paused, considered
her position. Deep down, she didn't want to be angry with him. After her
session with Pam, and all the talking they'd done, she'd come to the conclusion
that she wasn't so much upset because she'd caught him fucking Betty as she was
that he had chosen to be so sneaky about it. She had convinced herself that
she would have agreed to a threesome with the girl had Alan only asked. "Oh,
hell, we'll see. I can't answer that right now. I have to think about it some
more."
"For God's sake, Janet! How long are you going to carry on over one little
mistake?"
"More than one, Alan. You've been fucking her regularly for I don't know
how long. I'll carry on over it long enough."
"Whatever the fuck that means. I haven't neglected you, Janet. You know
that. And you can't claim otherwise."
"Then I won't neglect you, Alan. Now go to work before you're late. You
know Ralph always pitches a fit when you're late. Even though you are a
partner in the company. Sometimes I don't know where he gets off, acting like
a lord and master. And your big brother isn't much better."
"Bob is my older brother, not my big brother. He thinks he's something
special because he's married to the boss's daughter."
"Yeah, and Mary's another case altogether."
"Boy, you're down on everybody today."
Alan knew when to leave well enough alone. He beat a hasty retreat out the
door before Janet got back around to him and Betty.
Janet ate her breakfast, then sat down in front of the TV to watch the
soaps, something she seldom did. Today was different. She wasn't even going
to clean the house. Alan had to understand how upset she was. And why. Though
he could hardly grasp the why unless she told him. Including another person in
their sex play was one of the few things they'd never discussed. He had no
idea how she felt about that. Just as he had no idea that she liked to get it
on with other girls. She wondered what he would say if, or when, he found out
about that. Supposedly, men got turned on by watching two women do each other.
Alan's feelings about that were a mystery, again because they's never talked
about it. Janet realized that she and Alan hadn't ever really discussed much
about sex. They just did it.
Alan called later in the morning. When Janet heard his voice on the phone,
she first thought he was calling to apologize. But he made no mention of the
incident with Betty.
"I forgot to tell you that I'm hosting the poker party tonight. I thought
I'd better call and find out if you're going to throw us out."
"No, Alan. I won't throw you out. Not you or your poker pals. I'll see
that you have all the beer and snacks you need."
"Will you also be nice to them? I mean . . ."
"I know what you mean. Yes, I'll be nice to them. Is that the only reason
you called?"
"Yeah. I don't know of any other reason."
"Well then, good-bye."
Janet put the phone down gently, even though she wanted to slam it down.
Damn him! Why couldn't he bend a little bit? It wouldn't kill him, or
castrate him, to tell her he was sorry.
The thought of castration reminded her of what she'd told Pam about getting
even with Alan. Fucking his boss and friends would have much the same effect.
Saying she'd do it was a hell of a lot easier than doing it. She did love her
husband. Didn't want to hurt him. At the same time, he had to be made to
understand he couldn't treat her this way.
She let the matter drop and got busy cleaning the house. Teaching Alan a
lesson wasn't in the same category as shaming him in front of his poker pals.
To Janet, a dirty, unkept house would shame him. Late in the afternoon, she
made a quick trip to the store to buy beer and snacks. Then she took her bath
and fixed a nice dinner.
Alan looked at her long and hard during dinner, but didn't mention the
clingy, low-cut dress she was wearing. The one that showed off her tits and
ass to the maximum. Ordinarily, he liked for her to wear it. He was tempted to
ask why she was wearing it tonight, then thought better than to stir things up
again.
The poker game started at eight. Janet dutifully served beer and snacks.
A few times, she even went so far as to flirt with a couple of the better
looking guys. Nothing too extreme, though. Just enough to let Alan know that
other men found her attractive. Letting them look down the front of her dress
at her bare tits when she bent over the table wasn't a crime.
On one of her trips to the kitchen, the conversation between Alan and one
of his buddies made her pause just inside the door and listen.
"Hey, Alan, what about the big gal who lifts weights with us? You seem to
know her pretty good."
"Coco? The big brown one? She's my boss's secretary."
"Coco huh? Well, that describes her just about right. Her skin looks
like creamy cocoa. You ever get any of that?"
"No. Not that I wouldn't like to. That's one brown saddle that would be
fun to take a ride in."
"Hell, boy, from what I've seen, she'd buck you off before you ever got
settled in. Bet she's pretty damned wild."
Janet banged the tray she was carrying against the door to let them know
she was entering the room again. She'd heard all she needed to. And filed it
away for future reference.
By eleven o'clock, everyone was a little pie-eyed from all the beer. The
game had been the usual nickel, dime, and quarter stuff. The last two games
had been no=limit and the pots had gotten larger. The pots had been pretty
evenly split between Alan and Willy Scott, one of the construction workers who
worked for Alan. The other players called it quits and left. Alan and Willy
kept playing, playing no-limit, and Willy was the big winner after four more
hands. He had about a hundred dollars in front of him, to Alan's ten dollars.
"Let's play one more hand of showdown," Willy said. "Then I have to be
getting along. Got a big day tomorrow." He pushed his money to the center of
the table. "Seven cards, no draw."
Alan pushed his money across the table and picked up the deck of cards.
"You're on. Got to get some of my money back. You've just about cleaned me
out."
"Yeah, and you're short a whole bunch now."
Alan looked around at Janet, who was sitting nearby, watching them play.
"Put your wedding band in there." He nodded to the pile of money.
Janet was on her feet in an instant, her eyes wide with surprise. "No way,
buster! You're not playing for me!" She fled into the kitchen, her face red
with anger and embarrassment.
"Hold on a minute," Alan said to Willy, then followed Janet into the
kitchen.
"How could you?" she demanded as he closed the door behind him.
"Aw, come on, baby. I feel a hot hand coming up. I've got the feeling."
"You've got no feeling! Expecting me to agree to such a thing. What if you
lose? What am I supposed to do?"
"Hell, Willy doesn't expect anything. Maybe a few quick kisses. Maybe a
pat on the ass. He thinks you're one hell of a sexy woman."
"So now you've been discussing me with that kind of man!"
"No, he just said that one day. He didn't meant it as an insult."
"Well, find some other way to cover your bet. He looks like a fugitive
from a motorcycle gang. He's fat. And that long hair, that beard and mustache
. . .he scares me!"
"Willy's as gentle as a lamb, honey. Come on, be a sport. I'm not going
to lose." Janet slipped her ring off. Paused to glare at her husband. Worked
the ring off her finger and handed it to Alan.
"There, damn you! You'd better hope you don't live to regret this."
"No sweat, baby. It's covered."
Janet followed Alan back into the living room and stood between him and
Willy as the cards were dealt. Her emotions were terribly confused. She had no
idea what she would do if Alan lost and she was expected to give Willy some
sort of "reward" that might entail anything more than a quick kiss.
Alan cockily showed Janet the three kings he'd drawn. She smiled weakly.
"Uh, Willy, uh, what do you get if Alan lost?" Janet had to force the
words out. Her nerves were jumping around so badly she could hardly stand
still.
"Oh, we'll figure out something. Don't worry, little lady, I'm not half as
bad as I look." Willy gave her a beaming smile.
Well, at least he doesn't chew tobacco, Janet thought. He smells nice,
too. That men's cologne he's wearing must have cost plenty. Maybe he's not so
bad after all.
"Let's put our cards on the table," Alan said confidently, putting down
his three kings. He reached for the pot, looking around to grin at Janet.
"Whoa, fellah," Willy said. "Read'em and weep."
He put down three fives and two threes--a full house.
Everyone was silent for a few moments. Then Alan stood quickly, knocking
over his chair.
"Well, shit!"
Janet and Willy exchanged looks. Willy raked in the money, carefully
straightened it, and put it in his wallet. Then he took his wallet out again
and removed a twenty-dollar bill, which he put back on the table. "To cover
the beer and snacks," he said softly. Then he picked up Janet's ring and
studied it carefully.
"I've got to get rid of some of this beer," Alan said meekly. He left the
room.
"So?" Janet said faintly. "What now?"
Willy stood and handed Janet her ring. He waited until she'd slipped it
back on her finger.
"That depends on you, doesn't it? I mean, I'm not going to just fuck you."
He read her deep blush as embarrassment. "Tell you what, you say stop when you
think it's gone far enough. Just so you'll know, I think you're one hell of a
woman. I've got a lot of respect for you. I might look big and rough, but I do
have some manners. Alan got you into this, but I won't take advantage of
that."
"When what's gone far enough?" she whispered.
"Well, whatever. I won't make a secret of the fact that I'd like to
. . . that I'd find it very nice to . . .well, you will give me a kiss at
least, won't you?"
Janet held out her arms, "Oh, what the hell! You won, fair and square."
Willy gathered her into his strong arms and immediately kissed her. Her
mouth opened instinctively to admit his questing tongue. The big hams he used
for hands slipped down to cup her trim ass and pulled her groin tight to his.
Janet found herself responding to him.. Her blood began racing through her
veins, getting hotter by the seconds. She felt a tremendous bulge in the front
of his pants, but dismissed it. It was simply far to large to be his cock,
then, as the bulge got bigger, she started to wonder. She forgot about Alan,
Forgot about being married! She thought only of the fact that no other man had
touched her, in any way, since she'd been married. Her emotions took
over--emotions that were suddenly running at a fever pitch.
She returned his kiss passionately and pressed her body tightly to his.
She ran her fingers through his long, thick hair and moaned softly. It was the
first time she'd been kissed by a man wearing a beard and mustache. Contrary
to what she's said to Alan about not liking it, she found it rather pleasant.
The thought of how his beard would feel rubbing the inside of her thighs
flitted through her mind. She gasped sharply as the unbidden idea grew
stronger. She knew at that instant that she was going to fuck this man. Right
here. Right now. In her living room, with her husband present. Alan could
think what he wanted, as long as he didn't interfere.
When Willy pulled her dress up over her hips, baring her ass, Janet offered
no objection or resistance. His large hands felt so good on the smooth, hot
skin of her buttocks. He had one hand on each cheek, squeezing them, pulling
them apart, and lifting them. Janet ground her crotch into the bulge in his
pants. It had gotten larger. She didn't think such a thing was possible.
Surely he had something stuffed in his shorts. No man had a cock that big! No
one!
Janet was no longer in control of herself. She was like putty in the hands
of this man. A man who seemed to exude a strong sexual aura. Willy pulled her
dress over her head, with lots of help from her. She wanted to be totally,
absolutely naked with him. For him. She had deliberately not worn any
underwear because the lines showed under the clingy dress, not because she
expected to give herself to a stranger.
Willy tossed the dress aside and put one arm around her back. When she
felt his other hand touch her lower belly, she opened her legs for him. His
touch was gentle and knowing. He rubbed his palm over the surface of her cunt,
eased one finger between the lips at the bottom of her slit and into her cunt
hole. She gasped again, harder this time. The moan that followed was loud
and encouraging.
Willy played with her pussy for a few moments, then picked her up and
carried her to the couch. He had to pull her arms from around his neck when he
put her down on her back. He kissed her nipples, then licked his way down the
front of her body. Janet threw one leg over the back of the couch and let her
other foot fall to the floor. She lay back, her eyes closed, waiting for him
to possess her.
Willy licked her pussy from bottom to top a few times, then put his face in
her wet slit and began tonguing her clit. His hands slid up to grasp her
nipples between his fingers. He rolled the erect points around gently as he
sucked and licked at her hard clit.
His beard tickled the soft insides of her thighs. His mustache brushed
softly at the area just above her clit. She found the experience very
pleasant.
"Oh, Willy! Oh, yes! Eat me, Willy! suck my clit good!"
Janet started humping her cunt at his face with such energy that she
slammed her pubic bone against his nose several times. Undeterred, Willy
continued sucking her pussy and lashing her clit with his tongue. Her moans
changed to shrieks of ecstasy.
Alan rushed down the hall from the bathroom, attracted by Janet's screams,
thinking Willy was molesting her. Which he was, in a way, but with her full
consent. He skidded to a halt just inside the living room, unable to believe
what he saw.
Janet was humping and bouncing all over the couch, using her legs for
leverage, as Willy kept eating her out vigorously. She was lost far out in
space, unable to stop her orgasm, even had she wanted to. Alan could have
invited all the neighbors in and that still wouldn't have made any difference
to her. She was flying, surrounded by an erotic haze that obscured everything
but the glorious feelings coming from her cunt.
Without realizing the significance of it, Alan was now in the same boat
Janet had been in the day before when she'd walked in while he was fucking
Betty. The tables had been turned. He didn't appreciate it any more than
Janet had, but, like the situation she had found herself in, he was unable to
move, unable to put a stop to her ravishment by Willy.
Janet rode out her orgasm. She lifted her head and looked down at Willy's
head. Her hands gripped his hair and pulled his head up. He looked up and met
her gaze.
"Let me do something for you, Willy. Come on, baby. Let me do something
for you. That was so good! I can't believe how I came. Now it's your turn.
Get out of your clothes and let me do you."
Willy stood on the floor by the couch. Silently, quickly, he shed his
clothes. When his cock jumped free, Janet had good reason to gasp again.
Tentatively, she put out one hand and wrapped it around the shaft. Almost
wrapped her hand around anyway. Her fingers were too short to meet around the
girth of the monster.
"Dear God in heaved!" she said breathlessly. "I've never seen anything so
big! You can't put that thing in me! Maybe I'd better suck it." She surveyed
the one-eyed monster critically. "No, that won't work, either. That's a real
jawbreaker. I could never get it in my mouth."
Willy let her rattle, standing patiently as she stroked his prick and tried
to decide what she was going to do with it. She tugged on it and he followed
getting on the couch between her legs.
Janet rubbed the bare knob of his huge cock up and down her wet slit, then
worked it over her clit.
"Oh, God, Willy, I've got to have it! Put it in me! Fuck me with that
wonderful thing!" She held onto his shaft tightly, preventing him from
entering her. "Oh, no, please! You'll tear me apart!" She rubbed the head up
and down her slit again. "Yes, put it in. I'll try to take it. Oh God! I've
got to have it!"
Willy saw that she would never make up her mind what she wanted. He pulled
her hand loose, held his cock with one hand, and used his fingers to spread the
lips of her pussy. When the massive knob touched the opening of her cunt,
Janet tried to back away, pulling her body up the arm of the couch. Willy
followed her, determined to penetrate her, to fuck this desireable woman, come
hell or high water.
Janet happened to catch sight of Alan as she twisted her head from side to
side. He was standing stock-still, his eyes huge, his mouth hanging agape, his
breath whistling in and out.
Janet looked at Willy. Took a deep breath and stopped moving. "Put it in,
Willy," she whispered. "I'll take it if it kills me! I've never been fucked
by a monster cock, but I'll take every hard inch of it. Fuck me, Willy! Fuck
my brains out! I want it so badly!"
Alan didn't recognize that she was using the same words Betty had used the
day before. Janet wasn't deliberately using them. She was merely expressing
her deepest desires.
Willy got some unexpected assistance. The head of his price was barely
inside Janet's tight cunt when she started cumming again. Her body went into
those wild convulsions once more and her pussy flooded with her juices. This
eased the way. For Willy it was sort of like trying to stick his cock in a
woman doing a wild exotic dance. But he kept pushing forward until he had
every bit of his pulsating prick buried in Janet's cunt. She was unbelievably
tight. And as hot as an oven.
He didn't look around to see if Alan had returned to the living room. He
didn't care. Alan had offered his wife as part of a bet. Willy had won, and
now he was going to collect every cent owed him! With Janet's willing help, of
course. Only he would have given Alan, or Janet, five hundred dollars for this
privilege!
Janet moaned real loud, mouthing her words carefully. "Oh, God, Willy,
you're so big! You're stretching my poor little pussy all out of shape! God,
I love it!"
Willy gave one last push and sank his cock right up to his balls. Janet
wrapped her legs around his waist and kept moaning as she threw her ass around
in circles, twisted it back and forth, and ground her pussy lips into his pubic
hair. She stared at his beard.
"Oh, Willy, my pussy juice is all over your beard," she panted.
"It tickled so nice when you were eating me. Willy, you're making me cum
again!"
"Willy stroked in and out of her tight, hot cunt, pulling the lips in and
out as he thrust back and forth. Janet kept moving with him. Every
nerve-ending in her body had shifted to her pussy. Inside it where his massive
piston plunged in and out. Outside it where the lips of her pussy were doing
their own little dance.
"Get ready," Willy grunted. "Here it cums!"
"Yes, Willy, yes! Give it to me! Fill my pussy full! I don't care it if
comes out my mouth, give it to me! Fuck me hard!"
Willy slammed into Janet so hard her body was lifted up over the arm of the
couch. She was half on the couch and half off, her upper body hanging over the
arm. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tightened her leg grip around his
waist, and pulled herself completely under him, hanging under his body, still
wriggling and humping and twisting. And still moaning. She was cumming so
hard she couldn't utter a coherent word.
But words weren't necessary at a time such as this. All that counted was
their sexual satisfaction, And they were both getting that. Willy braced
himself on one arm, put the other one around Janet to hold her body in place,
and pounded her pussy unmercifully.
He dropped her and pulled back. His cock slid out of her clinging cunt,
dripping some of his cum and some of her juice. Janet looked down the front of
her body, spied the length of meat, and immediately twisted around under him.
Her mouth opened as wide as possible. Even then she couldn't get even the head
into her mouth. She grabbed the shaft and began licking it, lapping up the
mixture of juices.
Finally Janet came to her senses. She slid from under Willy, landing on
the floor on her hands and knees. She got up quickly, leaned over and kissed
Willy on the mouth.
"Good night, Willy. Thank you for a wonderful fuck!"
She darted out of the living room and down the hall, headed to the bathroom
without a backward glance. Thinking only of getting somewhere, so that she
might drain her pussy, and lap up every bit of the wonderful cum she and Willy
had produced.
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From an395341@anon.penet.fi Sat Oct 28 03:37:34 1995
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Subject: Janet 4/5
From: an395341@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury.....)
Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 03:37:34 UTC
Chapter Four
Janet returned to the living room, still nude. Her nipples had lost their
hardness, but her breasts were still swollen. They swayed gently from side to
side and bounced up and down at the same time as she walked. She unconsciously
rubbed her hand over her pussy, walking with her legs slightly apart. She knew
her pussy was going to be sore the next day, but she didn't care the least
little bit. Having Willy's monster cock shoved up her cunt was well worth all
the discomfort.
Her eyes landed on Alan. She looked around and saw that Willy was gone.
Alan's presence seemed to startle her.
"Oh!" she muttered.
"Oh? Is that all you have to say? What the fuck do you think you're
doing? I work with Willy every day and play poker with him every week. What's
he going to think of me?"
"You! Isn't it the woman who's supposed to be worried about what the man
thinks the next day? I'm the one he fucked, after all."
"Don't get flip with me, Janet!"
"Listen, damn you, probably all he's going to think is that you have a hot
woman who loves to fuck! He sure didn't seem disappointed with my pussy. You
have no right to be angry with me! The shoe's on the other foot, buddy! You
told me to be nice to your friends. It was your idea to bet me, not mine.
Well, my pussy goes along with me. I just fulfilled a deal you made. You said
you couldn't lose, remember?"
"I didn't mean for you to fuck him! I didn't think you'd go that far!"
"You're right, dear husband of mine. You didn't think. You were greedy
for that damned poker pot. Well, you got what you asked for. Besides, you
fucked Betty--right here in my house, right in front of me. And God only knows
who else you've fucked since we married. Anyway, it turned you on to watch
Willy fuck me."
"Like hell it did! You're crazy!"
"Like a fox. If it didn't turn you on, why is your cock so hard? It's
about to rip your pants open."
Before Alan could react, Janet had his pants open and was fishing inside
for his stiff prick. She tugged it out and grinned at him.
"See? It's about as hard as I've ever seen it." She began stroking it
slowly, using both hands, loving it tenderly. "Should I jack you off? Or do
you want to fuck me now?"
"Goddam, Janet. You've just fucked another man!"
"I can suck you off, if you'd like? Yours I can get in my mouth. Did you
ever see such a big cock as Willy's? I thought he was going to tear my poor
pussy wide open." Her voice was soft, almost crooning softly.
"Janet!"
"Oh, don't fret, lover. Your cock is nice for me. I couldn't take one
like Willy's on a regular basis. I'd stay too sore to walk." She chuckled
sexily. "It sure was fun though. Guess I can't be too angry with you for
betting me and losing."
"Janet, what are you trying to do to me?" Alan asked like a doomed man.
"Get you to decide if you want me to jack you off or blow you. You do need
to cum, you know." She stroked his cock harder. "Do you want to cum in my
mouth? You always tell me that I give good blow jobs."
"Oh, hell! No, I want to fuck you."
"Goodie! Go get the big mirror off the wall in the bedroom. THe one on
hangers. Bring it in here and stand it against the couch."
"What? Why the fuck do you want to do that?"
"Because, silly, I want to watch while I ride your cock. I want to watch
it go in and out of my hot pussy." Janet was turned on beyond anything she'd
ever felt in her life. The idea had simply come to her out of the blue. The
more she thought about it, though, the more she liked it. And the hotter she
got.
Alan reluctantly headed to the bathroom, Janet felt her pussy and even ran
two fingers up it to see if Willy really had stretched it out of shape. She
couldn't detect any difference from the way it had been before she'd let him
put that monster in her.
Alan put the mirror in the correct place and turned to face Janet. She took
her fingers out of her pussy, put them in her mouth, and sucked them clean.
"Now undress and play with you cock while I watch."
"You've gone completely around the bend, you know that?"
"Don't you like it? I thought you wanted a real hot woman who'd do
anything. Well, that's what you've got. Shall we call the neighbors and ask
them to come over and have a orgy with us? Just think of all the fresh pussy
you'd get."
"Stop it!"
Janet chuckled again. She saw the effect she was having on him. He, too,
was almost beside himself with desire. He unconsciously stroked his cock,
going faster and faster as she talked.
"Don't waste that. Lie down on the floor, on your back, with your feet
toward the mirror."
Janet got over him, facing the mirror, and reached down to grasp his cock.
"I'm really going to enjoy this. Think of some way we can arrange mirrors in
the bedroom so you can watch too."
She squatted over him, her feet flat on the floor, her strong legs
supporting her weight. She fit the head of his cock into the entrance of her
cunt, then moved her hand out of the way so it wouldn't block her view. She
lowered herself slowly, letting her hot, well-fucked pussy swallow his stiff
rod, delightful inch by delightful inch, staring into the mirror as she eased
her ass down. She intently watched as his prong disappeared into her magic
box.
When the cheeks of her ass were resting on his groin, she paused, savoring
the sensation his dick gave her. His cock wasn't nearly as thick as Willy's,
but it was every bit as long, reaching far into her depths. It felt just as
good as Willy's meat had. She marveled at the way a pussy could change shape
to accommodate whatever was in it.
"Does it feel good for you too?" Janet whispered. "Do you like your cock
stuck way up my pussy?"
"It feels wonderful, baby. Where did the idea of doing it this way come
from?"
"Out of my mind. There are lots of things in there you don't know about,
just waiting to come out."
"Yeah, so I'm finding out."
"Does my pussy feel as good as Betty's?"
"Janet, don't!"
"Answer me, dammit! I want to know."
"Yes. Better. You don't have to . . ."
Janet didn't want to listen to the rest of his comment. "Is Willy
married?"
"No. Why?"
"I just wondered. If he was, his wife would have to stay at home all the
time if he fucked her every day. She'd be too sore to walk!"
Janet sat up very straight and began moving up and down, fucking herself
and Alan's long, hard love muscle. Her eyes never left the mirror. Her first
opportunity to observe a cock sliding in and out of her pussy was more exciting
that she had imagined. She moved up and down faster. Her big tits began
flopping around, going up and down and swinging from side to side.
The sight she beheld in the mirror was a surreal scene; almost as if she
was watching someone else fucking herself on a live cock. She and Pam had
fucked themselves with vibrators while the other one watched, but this was
different. The salacious spectacle staggered her senses. And made her hotter
than ever! She had initiated the action to appease Alan for having fucked
Willy. Then she discovered that the fuck she'd gotten from Willy hadn't
diminished her own hunger one iota. Having one man right after the other was
terribly stimulating!
She reached into her crotch with one hand and began fingering her clit.
Alan put his hands on her ass and began caressing the smooth, tight skin. He
ran a finger along the crack of her ass and touched the base of her anus.
Janet quivered and smashed her pussy down. The cock injected a new heat into
her clit. She was so well-greased with hot excitation that the love lance
moved easily inside her. The force of the prick pulled at the lips of her
pussy and rubbed them over her clit. She grunted with pleasure as she felt the
tip of his hard spike prod at the opening of her womb.
"Alan . . .darling . . .I love to fuck," Janet panted in a loud whisper.
"Your cock going in and out of my pussy looks so pretty."
Alan grunted in reply. What could he say? The way his wife was acting,
her words weren't necessary. She had always been compliant and satisfying, but
never so wild as she was now. He wondered what else he could find out about
her.
He moved his finger down her cunt, wet the tip, then put it back on her
anal opening and pushed. Her little rosebud opened enough to admit the end of
his finger up to the first knuckle.
Janet jerked, paused, then began fucking him again. His hand rode her ass
up and down.
"Ooooooh," she moaned. "That feels good! Keep your finger there. You've
never done that before. I like it."
The prong probing between the walls of her cunt made her tingle all over.
Her inner flesh stretched pleasurably. As she lowered her ass, the prick was
sucked up into her heated vacuum. When she was all the way down, her strong
cunt muscles closed tightly around the organ, making Alan groan.
She ran both hands into her crotch, feeling his prick as it slid in and
out, then smoothing the thick hair around her pussy.
"You like all the hair around my pussy, don't you?" You don't want me to
trim it away, do you?"
"I like it just the way it is, darling. Now stop worrying about things
that don't matter."
They did matter. To her. He had yet to find out just how much!
"Uh-huh. It's a good thing, because I won't cut it."
Janet bounced up and down rapidly, her mouth agape, the tip of her tongue
darting over her lower lip. She groaned with delight as Alan's cock filled her
pussy and the tip of his finger probed at her tight little back door. She felt
his cock growing inside her, swelling to its fullest extent in preparation of
releasing a load of hot jiz into her hungry pussy.
"Are you ready to cum, darling?" she asked needlessly. "Let it go, baby.
Give me a big load. I want to feel it squirting into my hot cunt. It's so
hungry for you cum, darling."
"You're going to get it! I can't hold it back any longer."
"Oh, don't even try, darling. I want you to cum. I'll blast off with you.
I'm about ready, too."
Wanting to increase the friction and bring Alan off really hard, Janet
twisted on his stem as she rode it vigorously. Her ass flashed up and down in
a white blur. Her violent lunging caused Alan's finger to penetrate farther
into her anus. The alien intrusion kicked her over the edge.
Janet's shrill scream of orgasmic joy rent the air and lashed the walls.
She quivered and twisted wildly, her cunt muscles clamped like a vise around
Alan's cock.
The cream from Alan's cock flew out in a mighty glut. The heat of his cum
was like a match set to the depths of her cunt. The fuse tore up her belly,
finally exploding deep inside her. Her up and down motions lessened, but her
ass twisting, cunt stretching sideways motions became more pronounced and more
vigorous.
Janet bumped and ground her ass in imitation of a stripper, teasing the
last few squirts of his jism from his cock. And the last precious tingles from
her own orgasm.
She looked back over her shoulder at her husband. His eyes were shut, his
mouth hung open. She returned her gaze to the mirror. His cock had softened
rapidly and had slid out of her pussy. And no wonder! The load he had pumped
into her was the largest she'd ever gotten from him. She brushed the wet organ
with the palm of her hand; lifted it and fondled it.
"That was some load, baby. My pussy's over-flowing."
Her sexual hunger was still raging, only partly abated by Alan's cock.
Janet dismounted and knelt at his side.
"Change ends, darling, and put your head toward the mirror."
Alan opened his eyes to regard his wife at some length. "I'm tired. Aren't
you?"
"No. And you aren't either. You lasted a long time with Betty. You can
give me another shot."
"Am I going to hear about that forever? You're being a damned nag, you
know."
"We'll talk about my shrewishness and Betty later. We have other, more
pleasurable things to tend to right now. Turn around."
Alan heaved a deep sigh of resignation and changed his position. Janet
scrambled over his body, one leg on either side of his chest, and scooted
forward until her pussy was over his mouth. She leaned forward and supported
herself with her hands on the floor so the top of her snatch would be easier
for him to reach.
"Lick my clit, baby! I want to cum on your tongue. I love to cum that
way!"
Alan stared up into the junction of his wife's thighs, his eyes drawn to
the puffy pink cunt lips that were still dripping with his last shot of cum,
and were waiting eagerly. They were fringed with curly wet hairs. He stroked
the smoothness of her inner thighs with gentle fingers. The little hollows on
each side of her pussy had always fascinated him. Not every woman had them.
Without conscious thought, he compared Betty's more slender body to Janet's;
remembered that Betty didn't have those little indentations. He also compared
the ardor the two women exhibited. Until tonight, he had thought that Betty
was hotter and more eager to fuck. Now he had to revise that opinion.
Janet looked into the mirror, then down the front of her body to his face.
"Darling," she said in an excited whisper, "have you ever kissed a naked
pussy? One that's been shaved perfectly clean?"
"No. Have you?" He asked the question in a devilish way, expecting an
immediate, vehement denial.
What he got in reply was a mysterious, sexy chuckle and another question.
"Would you like to? Have you ever thought about it? Betty doesn't have
much hair left around her pussy. How does it feel when you kiss hers?"
"Janet! Can't you let . . ."
She cut him off by the simple act of lowering her ass and putting her cum
soaked pussy on his mouth. A deep thrill raced through her, precipitated by
the sensuous contact. She hoped she would never have to chose between having
her pussy eaten and having a cock stuck up her cunt. She'd die of indecision.
"Maybe you should grow a beard," she whispered. "I like the way it
tickles the inside of my thighs."
Alan couldn't answer. His mouth was full of hairpie. His tongue flicked
out automatically and parted the thick lips of Janet's superheated pussy. The
moment to tip of his tongue touched the clit, Janet gasped and arched her back.
An electrifying thrill coursed through her body as his tongue expertly,
tenderly, lashed the big, swollen bud. It was slightly tender from Willy's
fucking, but nothing she couldn't deal with. Especially if it meant getting
off on Alan's tongue.
"Oh, darling," Janet moaned, "I love having a tongue in my pussy. It's
such an exquisite feeling. You eat me so well."
Alan curled his warm arms around her thighs and put his hands on her
dangling tits. Her view of the scene was blocked, so she shifted her gaze from
the mirror and stared down between her legs. Alan rolled her taut nipples
between his thumbs and forefingers. Janet shuddered from head to toe.
Janet screamed and trembled hard. A beautiful orgasm had suddenly come
calling on her. She hadn't expected to cum again so soon. Alan shifted his
hands to her ass, dug his fingers into the tender flesh and used his lips in
conjunction with his tongue. He clung to his squirming wife and increased the
tempo of his kisses, immersing himself completely in the sweet, succulent
tenderness of her quim. He pressed Janet's burning thighs closer to his cheeks
by tightening his arms around them.
Again and again Janet twisted convulsively as Alan lashed out his tongue to
give her an endless chain of shattering orgasms. Her undulations of pleasure
beat against the four walls. She pulled her body erect so she could look into
the mirror and watch herself. All she could see of Alan was the top of his
head. Her pussy covered his face and hid his tongue. Watching herself was
stimulating enough, though. For as long as she could hold her eyes open. The
better her orgasm got, the harder that was. Finally, she had them squeezed
shut, shutting off her view.
Alan applied himself with an artistry he didn't know he possessed. Janet's
ardor was infectious. The more she came, the harder he clung to her twisting,
sweating body. He probed her pussy gently at times, a tantalizing circular
exploration of his wife's pussy with his tongue. Then he gave in to his fierce
desire to please her totally by covering her cunt and clit with savage kisses.
Unconsciously, he was competing with Willy, showing Janet that he could provide
her all the satisfaction she could stand.
More than twenty minutes passed before Janet's sexual hunger, and Alan's
determination to reestablish his position with her, began to slacken. With a
final, passionate kiss, he released Janet's body and let her topple over.
Janet lay on her back, gasping for air. Her body trembled from exhaustion.
All the time she was cumming, she had mauled her tits and pulled at her
nipples. They now stung as the blood began to flow through them again.
"Baby, that was incredible! I thought I would go out of my mind. You've
never eaten my pussy like that."
"Well, if you don't like it, I won't do it again." he teased.
"Don't even think such a thing! I'd just have to cut out your tongue so I
could use it on myself. What prompted you to do it that way?"
"You. The way you were acting. Guess I just got caught up in your
passion."
"The only trouble was, I couldn't keep my eyes open all the time. Maybe we
should get one of those VCR cameras so we can make a movie of ourselves
fucking."
"Maybe we should ask someone to come around and run the camera for us." He
tried to be sarcastic, but failed.
Janet ignored the attempted sarcasm and chuckled sexily again. He had a
better idea than he knew. "Well," she mused, filing away all the information
for future use. "Let's see if you have another shot left for me." She pushed
at his hip. "Turn sideways to the mirror so you can watch while I suck your
cock."
"I don't think it'll do any good. You drained me when you fucked me."
"Yes, it will. I'll see to it. That was a huge load, but you've got some
more." Janet felt devilish. Am I not a good little cocksucker? Don't you
like my blow jobs?"
"Oh, God, Janet!" His protestation was false. Her mouth on his
prick would feel good, whether or not he came. He moved.
"Janet got between his legs on her knees, bent over and lifted his dick in
both hands. She pursed her lips and kissed the tip.
"It needs some attention," she moaned, "because it got left out while you
were eating my pussy. We could have done a 69, but I didn't want any
distraction while you ate me."
She slid her hands down, causing the knob to pop out of the covering
foreskin. She liked it bare. She used her tongue all around the head, leaving
it shiny with her saliva. Letting the head slid into her mouth, she sucked his
cock up and down, from root to tip, lapping her tongue back and forth across
the bare head. Up and down her head went, lips squeezing tight around his
cock, soft moans of pleasure gurgling out around his meat. The shaft inflated
and thickened rapidly. She pulled her mouth away suddenly and met his gaze, her
eyes twinkling.
"Now I know why it's called a blow job. See, it's gotten bigger, just like
blowing up a balloon."
Janet took an inch or two of his cock back into her mouth and held it
there. Then she moved her tongue around. She took it out of her mouth and
looked at it. Her tongue flicked out and licked the head round and round.
Then her lips, like the lips of a tight pussy, pressed around it. She let it
sink in a little way, drenching it with saliva.
She took it out of her mouth again, resting her lips against the tip. In
it went again, farther this time, filling her mouth. Her tongue curled around
the head. Out once more--slowly--and in . . . making her mouth into another
cunt, pressing her lips around his shaft, pushing her tongue against it with
just the right pressure; creating a slight suction at the same time.
Alan watched her in the mirror. He pictured each suck, each lick, in his
mind. The sight in the mirror of his stiff cock disappearing into her mouth
made his blood boil. Her mouth was almost as good as a cunt. He could tell by
the sounds she was making that she was really into sucking his cock. She was
on her knees, gripping his shaft with both hands as she sucked. Her large
breasts hung straight down from her chest. Her nipples had thickened and
hardened again.
Janet twisted her hands on his shaft. At the upper end of his prick, her
mouth was alive. Everything that could move, from her lips and tongue to her
cheeks, were employed in the act of sucking him, licking his wet tube of rigid
love meat, pleasuring him.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed his hips up, driving his cock
almost into her throat.
She surprised him by taking her mouth away suddenly. She moved one hand
from his shaft. Her remaining hand gripped his cock with just the right amount
of pressure and began going up and down rapidly.
"Come on, baby, cum for me!" she groaned, starting at the tip of his cock,
her hand stroking him expertly.
Alan let loose a tremendous burst of semen.
"Ohhhhhh, wow! Look at it fly!" Janet squealed gleefully.
The first spurt hit her dangling tits. The next one hit her lips as she
opened her mouth and lowered her head to take his prick back into the
pleasurable warmth of her mouth. The rest of his load sprayed against the back
of her throat as if pouring from a fire hose. She couldn't keep up with it.
For every swallow she took, his cock would fill her cheeks with more and more
until it flowed from her lips and ran down his shaft.
Every thick swallow sent his hot cream oozing down her throat. She could
feel its heat from her mouth to her belly. She could actually hear the squirts
as his cum shot against her cheeks and tongue. As if to help him, she
continued to jerk on his shaft with one hand. At each pull, he grunted and
unloaded another hot wad.
As Alan's orgasm slowed, Janet was able to hold the semen in her mouth,
savoring it on her tongue, letting it coat the lining of her mouth. Her
swallows became long and slow and loving. Little by little, his spasms tapered
off. Finally, he sighed and relaxed, stretched out flat on the floor on his
back.
Janet squeezed the last drops of male essence from him. Then she let his
cock slid way into her throat, going down on it until her lips were in his
pubic hair. She shifted her head slowly, letting his cock slid out into the
open. She licked his balls and lapped the jism from his shaft. Her lips and
chin were white, dripping with his warm liquid. She gathered up the last dregs
in her mouth and tasted them, rolling them around, coating the roof of her
mouth. Then in one grateful gulp, she swallowed them down.
"Damn, Janet, I've never seen you so wild!" Alan said huskily.
"And I've never seen you pump out two big loads like you did tonight. You
really were turned on."
"Yeah, I guess I was, Guess you did it by holding me off after you caught
. . ." He clamped his mouth shut when he realized that he was about to mention
Betty. That was a subject better left alone.
"Uh-huh. Then again, maybe you were turned on by watching Willy fuck me.
You wanted to join us, didn't you?"
"You're a damned witch!"
"I would have liked that, you know. Didn't you know that having two men
fuck a woman at once is a common fantasy? Just like a man dreams of having two
women at the same time. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Janet! What's come over you? Damn!"
Janet chuckled knowingly. She had his number now.
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From an395341@anon.penet.fi Sat Oct 28 03:37:42 1995
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Subject: Janet 5/5
From: an395341@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury.....)
Date: Sat, 28 Oct 1995 03:37:42 UTC
Chapter Five
Fucking Willy in front of Alan gave Janet the courage to carry out her
plot to fuck Alan's boss. Alan's response to the sight of Willy's plowing her
fertile crescent with his horse cock reinforced her desire to get even with
him for fucking Betty. Had Alan reacted differently, she would have dropped
her plan, based upon the fear that she would destroy her marriage. Alan had,
in effect, given her the reassurance she needed to go forward with her plan.
She decided she would get Ralph at the office. She did not know how to go
about enticing him to a motel, and she certainly couldn't go to his home and
attempt a seduction there. His wife, Thelma, might not look favorably upon
such an action! Besides, fucking Ralph at the office would be an appropriate,
ironic twist.
Alan had always discourages Janet from visiting the office. He had used
the excuse that a construction company office was too rough a place for a
lady. Janet knew now that Alan was trying to keep her away from Betty; keep
her from walking in on him when he had his stiff prick stuck up his secretary's
ever-ready quim. Well, he'd blown the when he fucked Betty right there in her
home!
A couple of hours after Alan left for work the following day, Janet put
her plan into action. The weather was cold and clear, perfect for the way she
intended to dress for the assault on Alan's male bastion. And, of course, upon
Alan's boss.
She donned a red garter belt, red hose, and red, high-heeled sandals with
straps that wrapped around the ankles. Whore's garb and fuck-me shoes, as she
and Alan jokingly called them. Alan loved it when she dressed that way for
him. Another bit of poetic justice. Over that skimpy outfit, Janet put the
long fur coat Alan had given her on their first wedding anniversary. Fake
fur, really. But an excellent one. Janet could not stand the thought of
killing a bunch of animals just so she could wear a fancy coat.
Ralph's secretary, Coco, wasn't at her desk when Janet arrived at the
office. After a moment's hesitation, Janet opened the door to Ralph's office.
She saw immediately why Coco hadn't been at her desk. The brown-skinned woman
was stretched out across the small conference table that stood in front of
Ralph's desk.
And Coco was by no means sneaking a quick nap while the boss was out!
Peter Boone, one of Alan's co-workers, was sitting in a chair on one side of
the table. Naked. Coco was leaning back with her head on his shoulder. The
bra cups of her snow-white bustier, the only garment she wore, had been
pulled down to expose her tits. Peter was idly playing with the huge brown
mounds. Coco had his prick in one hand, slowly stroking and pulling it.
Coco was a big woman; just a shade under six feet tall, so she spanned the
table. Her body was well muscled and firm from her weight lifting. It was
easy for Janet to understand the remark made at the poker party about Coco
being a thrilling ride. Another man, also nude, was sitting in a chair on the
other side of the table, his head between Coco's powerful thighs. Her feet
were on the top of the table, her knees splayed out, holding her pussy in
position for easy lapping. It took Janet a couple of moments to identify the
other man. Ralph's salt and pepper hair gave him away.
Janet was presented with another opportunity to observe real live people
engaged in sexual activity. This time, there was no reason for her to
interrupt them. The participants in the erotic tableau were totally oblivious
to her presence.
The chance to watch them was icing on the cake for Janet.
Coco was expressing her pleasure by moaning softly and pulling Peter's
pecker with strong tugs. It was a nice big cock, Janet saw--about eight
inches long and rather thick. The circumcised head stood out prominently each
time Coco squeezed the shaft. The slurping sounds Ralph was making as he
licked and sucked his secretary's chocolate pussy assailed Janet's ears and
made her own pussy tingle in anticipation.
Coco turned her head toward Peter, tightened her hand on his cock, and
kissed him as her ass began beating a soft, stately rhythm on the tabletop.
The muscles in her taut thighs flexed powerfully. Peter caressed her breasts
as Coco climaxed. The slurping sounds emanating from her crotch grew louder
as Ralph increased his tongue action.
The black woman pulled her mouth away from Peter's and moaned, "I like
this game! It's so much better than a coffee break!"
"Is Ralph eating your pussy well?" Peter asked, his hands still on her
big brown tits, massaging them and tweaking her thick nipples.
"Oh yes! He's got a very talented tongue. He's really rocking my
little-man-in-the-boat!"
Peter chuckled. "Little, hell! The damned thing's as big as my little
finger!"
That bit of news intrigued Janet. Either Peter was telling a little white
lie to make the brown woman feel good, or Coco had a really big lady-cock.
Janet was eager to see it so she could judge for herself. As she thought about
making her presence known, Ralph stood up and aimed the head of his prick at
the portals of Coco's juicy slit. Janet remained motionless, eyeing Ralph's
cock.
It was smaller than Willy's, but larger than Alan's and Peter's. A very
nice endowment indeed! Somehow, because Ralph was in his late forties, Janet
had thought his cock would be smaller and wouldn't get as hard as it appeared
to be. She was pleasantly surprised to see that she was dead wrong on both
counts. It was going to be a wonderful experience when he shoved it up her
cunt. Any hesitation she had about getting Ralph into that famous
compromising position had long since vanished.
Right at the moment, though, he was feeding his white stalk to Coco's
black-haired brownie. If she had thought the contrast in coloring between her
skin and Pam's, the much sharper contrast between Ralph's and Coco's was
positively exhilarating!
Ralph lifted Coco's legs over his shoulders, tipping her pussy into
position for perfect penetration. Peter stood up leaned over, and began
sucking and licking Coco's massive mounds of mammary flesh, paying particular
attention to her nipples. Coco twisted her head around and took Peter's prick
into mouth.
"Simon says suck my cock while Ralph fucks you, " Peter teased needlessly,
because Coco was already doing just that.
Ralph pronged his secretary with long, powerful strokes, holding onto her
legs for additional leverage. After fucking her in that position for several
minutes, Ralph decided on something different.
"Simon says to get on your stomach so I can fuck you from the rear," Ralph
grunted. He pulled his prick out and twisted Coco's legs to turn her over.
Coco got on her hands and knees and looked down over her shoulder. Her
height, added to the height of the table, put her ass up too high. She spread
her knees and pushed back, toward the edge of the table, lowering her ass.
The moment her pussy reached the level of his cockhead, Ralph stuck it in her
again.
Coco sighed deeply and lifted the upper part of her body onto her elbows.
Her tits were so big and hung down so far that her nipples touched the top of
the table. Peter put his arms around her to help steady her. Coco rested her
head on his hip. Ralph took her thighs in his hands and supported her lower
body.
Coco twisted her legs like a pretzel and crossed them behind Ralph's back.
She pushed on Peter's body and got him turned sideways so she could get her
mouth on his prick again.
Ralph sank his shaft in to the hilt without impediment, the clinging, wet
walls of her cunt accepting him eagerly. For a moment, he rested there,
listening to her erotic little sounds. Then he began shifting his hips from
side to side and back and forth, reaming her hot cunt with long,
cunt-stretching strokes.
Janet felt an intense stab of jealousy as she watched the two men fuck
Coco simultaneously at both ends, Ralph in her pussy and Peter in her mouth.
That was something Janet had often fantasized about, without ever getting up
the nerve to tell Alan. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember having
ever told her husband about any of her fantasies. She'd have to rectify that
omission, and soon.
Coco moaned constantly as Ralph plunged in and out of her cunt and Peter
plugged her oral cavern. Both men had good control -- Ralph because of Thelma
demanded a good fucking almost every night, and Peter because Coco was only
one of the many pussies available to him on a daily basis. Ralph had learned
to conserve his shots. At his age, he was no longer able to climax two or
three times a day.
Ralph watched his prick slide in and out of Coco's cunt hole. In spite of
her full, heavy ass, access to her cunt from the back was as easy as from the
front. She was obviously built for fucking!
Coco squeezed at his cock with her cunt muscles, making the ring of muscle
at the opening of her pussy like a tourniquet that forced the bloods toward
the head of his dong on the out-stroke. Everything about her was full and
tight and firm, with not one bone to bruise him. She kept his cock as hard
as an iron bar in her wonderful cunt.
Coco started cumming. Her body writhed and curled and arched. What would
have been sounds of joy came out around Peter's prick as muffled moans. Ralph
kept up his steady, regular humping, driving the big woman to the apex of her
climax. Peter reached under her body to pull and pinch her thick dark
nipples.
Janet was almost beside herself with longing. She wanted Ralph and Peter
and Coco all making love to her at the same time, without giving any thought
as to how that could be done. Her own nipples were hard and pointed; bullets
of tender flesh. Her pussy fairly dripped as her body and mind responded to
the turn-on scene in front of her. She continued her vigil, impatiently
waiting for the threesome to "peter" out!
Ralph pulled out of Coco, his prick still hard, glistening with the heavy
oils from the woman's pussy. He hadn't come yet, deliberately holding it
back.
"Simon says to turn around and suck my cock while Peter finger-fucks your
hot pussy," Ralph said. He stroked his prick slowly, keeping it hard.
Coco turned around to face Ralph, still on her hands and knees. Ralph put
one hand behind her head and guided his prick to her mouth. Coco's full lips
engulfed the head of the rigid tool. She spread her legs apart. Her wet
pussy gaped open.
Coco took her mouth off Ralph's prick and looked back over her shoulder at
Peter. "Do it, Peter! Stick your fingers up my pussy and make me cum again.
I love to cum!"
Ralph pulled Coco's head back around. She ovalled her mouth as Ralph
forced her head down. He held his prick in one hand, tilting the head up.
Coco eagerly accepted the bulbous head into her mouth again.
Peter didn't have to worry about separating Coco's puffy pussy lips. They
were already hanging open, exposing the entrance to her sex sheath. Her large
clit was still fully erect, standing far out of its hood, clearly visible and
fully accessible to his fingers. He inserted three fingers of one hand into
the beckoning bawdy beaver, all the way up to his hand.
"Damn!" Peter exclaimed in obvious arousal. "Her cunt's steaming!"
"Yeah," Ralph grunted in response. "Ain't it something? Her mouth's
great, too."
"Coco, you're a regular fucking machine," Peter declared.
"Uhm, yes," Coco mumbled around Ralph's cock.
Coco wriggled her ass at Peter to encourage him to give her pussy a good
fucking with his fingers. She lowered her head and gobbled more of Ralph's
prick, stopping only when her lips touched the edge of his hand.
Ralph took his hand away from his cock and put it on her head along with
his other hand. Holding her head steady, he began fucking her mouth, rising
up on his tiptoes each time he shoved the long prick down her throat. After a
few moments, Coco was easily accepting the full length of the stiff shaft.
Peter twisted his fingers from side to side and pumped them in and out of
Coco's cunt. His other hand dipped between her thighs. He began strumming
her big clit. The muscles inside her cunt squeezed and relaxed rhythmically
around his fingers. Peter thought there was enough room in her heated channel
for her to accept another finger. He pulled his hand back, put all four
fingers together, and pushed them in. It was a tight fit, but her cunt took
all of his digits.
When Peter put four fingers into her, Coco jerked, moaned louder, and
rubbed her lips in the crisp curls around the base of Ralph's cock.
"Whooeeee, damn!" Ralph exclaimed. "She's going to suck my cock right
out by the roots!"
"Yeah, my fingers feel like they're caught in a vise. Thanks for inviting
me to this little game. How long has this been going on anyway?"
Ralph chuckled. "Since the day I interviewed her for the job. She told
me that old joke about a secretary being something the boss screwed on the
desk, then all the work gets done. I sent all the other applicants away and
spent the next couple of hours getting to know her better. She's a damned
good secretary, too!"
"She's getting ready to cum again. I can tell by the way her cunt's
sucking at my fingers."
Janet couldn't stand any more. Coco had two lovely cocks. She also
already had several good orgasms while all Janet had was a burning ache that
tore up into her belly. Now Coco was cumming again. It just wasn't fair, was
it?
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