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Janey

By: Angel Anonymous



The lights shone on and music began. There was a spot light pointed at the center of the curtain though, and suddenly, Janey walked out. Oh, you should have seen her. She, with her C cup breasts were bobbing up and down as she danced to the pole and started stripping as she danced. She didn't have much on when she walked out, just a lacey red, crotchless panties and a shirt so tight, her erect nipples poked through visible. She wore no bra. The men now, with their hard cocks were climbing up on the stage and jerking off furiously. A man, brave enough, started to take his erect schlong out and walked toward Janey.

She saw this and marveled at his cock. It was a good 9 inches and 3 inches wide. He approached her and started pinching and sucking her erect nipples. Janey moaned and the men started cheering the man on. He then took his dick and made Janey get on all fours and then positioned himself at the entrance. "Oh baby! Yes! Give it to me! Harder! Harder!" The man's dick had disappeared through her back door now. He started thrusting in and out. It wasn't long till Janey climaxed and blew her cream all over him. He wasn't finished though, he was still in her ass and he started to stick his while fist in her pussy. She was VERY wet, so a good size of the hand went in, but the rest was still out. Janey cried out,"Oh God! That feels so good! Let the rest go in! Push harder!"

So he did. Soon, it was all in. Janey cried out in pain and pleasure. She again blew her lovejuice out to him. He stood up and walked away.

Janey never saw him again.

Janey



Janey Johnson worked in the store office. The store that was, as general manager, mine to manage and the office that provided all the support services to the functioning of the department store. She wasn't the manager of that department but had been there a number of years and was considered the second in charge by dint of her accumulated knowledge. She was 43 (I had access to the personnel records) and was seemingly happily married to Peter and had two teenage children. Peter was "in banking" at a time – 1985 - when bankers, as a breed, were starting to become serious movers and shakers in the economic life of the country. As a result, they lived in a good part of the town and Janey was always well turned out, well connected socially and someone who commanded a presence by her social skills and appearance. Physically she was of average height, had a pretty face and well shaped legs, large breasts (hidden beneath the daytime office dress) and a curvaceous body, some of that latter being due to her age and the bearing of two children. A bit "mumsey" is a possibly and slightly unkind summation. To me, however, she was attractive, fanciable, but off limits as an employee, even ´though I was a single man, having divorced my wife a number of years ago. The fact that I was, at 34, several years younger than Janey, did not deter me from finding her attractive, as older women had always been my preference – something to do with sexual experience and maturity of thinking I suppose.

The store office was the usual mix of women with the usual banter generated when a group of women work together. There was the sexual innuendo, more often than not silenced when any male was in the vicinity and there was the mutual support when any one of them had a problem. The problem they now had to confront was Janey's husband's job. His increasing work load and promotions meant he now had to go to Germany for an assignment of 6 weeks leaving the running of the household to a woman who had a full-time job with the store and two children at school. That's where the camaraderie kicked in. The manager – Brenda – came to see me and highlighted the problem and, in the way I had developed the managers during my tenure at the store, also came with a solution. Janey's hours would be made flexible and temporarily reduced and any shortfall would be made up by increased hours from the remaining staff. I asked to see Janey and she confirmed the arrangements and also talked about her family life now that Peter had more responsibility. In fact, she intimated she was quite looking forward to a bit of freedom even if it meant more work in the home. I promised to review the whole situation in a few weeks time when he would have been away for a couple of weeks and when she could let me know if she needed more time off work or less.

The inevitable banter amongst the women in the store and particularly in the office now came to the forefront. What was she doing for sex without a husband? What was it like to sleep alone? When was he coming home and would they spend the whole weekend in bed? The usual stuff in fact and Janey, in her own way, joined in by saying the next man who asked her out for a drink would have his offer accepted. From my point of view there was no diminution in the performance of the office so I had no reason to intervene in any way.

As promised, after a few weeks, I interviewed Janey to see if she needed more time off and indeed, to see if she had any problems that the company could assist with. The conversation also included her feelings about living as a sole parent and the difficulties thus generated from all sorts of viewpoints – disciplining the children, maintaining the house and gardens, the lack of adult conversation, the loneliness.... and she reiterated, jokingly, her stance that any man who asked her out would have his offer accepted with relish, just so she could break the mould that she had been forced into. That produced a lull in the conversation. She left the statement hanging in mid air. I wondered if she was asking my opinion. There was a pause. Then I said:

"Janey. You know I'm single. If you feel you want to come out one evening and vent all your feelings and frustrations, that's OK by me. I have no-one to account to. It just wouldn't be a good idea if anyone here found out."

She smiled.

"Yes. I'd like that. You can hear all the problems of being a single parent. And I won't tell anyone."

"OK," I said, "shall I pick you up from your house on Thursday? About 8 o'clock? Will you want to go somewhere to eat?"

"No. I'll probably eat with the children and wait for Peter's phone call. Eight will be fine."

I didn't live in the town, but I knew where Janey lived having dropped her off there a couple of times in the past following weekend stocktakings. I parked outside and waited and she duly emerged a short time after 8. We opted for a country pub where we assumed and hoped no-one from the store would be likely to go and settled in to an evening's light drinking with me particularly being careful as I was driving. Nonetheless, it was a most pleasant time. She did not whinge or moan about her temporary problems but came across as a personable, competent, interesting and rather nice woman and engaged me in all sorts of hitherto unknown aspects of raising a family and living the family life. I dropped her back at about 10.45 and as she gathered her handbag from the floor of the car she turned to me, put her hand on my thigh and leant across to give me a peck on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said pulling back a moment, "I thoroughly enjoyed that. Getting out and meeting another man."

I turned towards her and she moved her head back towards me and gave me another peck, but this time our lips met and the intended peck became a little kiss as she squeezed my thigh.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, smiling, as she turned to open the car door. I waited to see her arrive at her front door, turn to wave and then insert her key in the lock. I drove off, happy that she seemed happy.

The following day she came to me in passing in the store and whispered:

"Thanks again for last night," and, almost as an afterthought, "maybe we can do it again."

I said nothing, probably tongue-tied as I mentally ran through the consequences.

About a week later, Brenda, her manager, came to see me again on routine business and in passing I asked about Janey and how she was coping.

"A little bit distracted I'd say," she replied, "I don't know if it's tiredness or whether she's got so much on her plate that she drifts off – I don't mean she falls asleep – I mean her attention to detail. Perhaps you could have a word with her. She seems to appreciate your concern."

"OK. Ask her if she wants to talk with me on the basis that we may find another avenue to help her and then get her to come and see me."

A day went by and then Janey knocked on my door.

"Can I see you?" she asked.

"Sure. Come in. How are things now?" I asked as she sat down. She was nervous as she fiddled with her handkerchief. 

"I've been thinking about this a lot," she said "Prepare yourself. I want you to take me out again and then fuck my brains out." she blurted.

I sat as if struck dumb, fidgeting in my chair.

"Brian," she went on, "I have had an awful to think about since I've been running the house by myself. I see an awful lot of deadlines that seem to be approaching needing action. I know you rather like me – a woman knows about such things – can tell – and I sort of wanted things to progress further the other night – but I wasn't sure and you were too much of a gentleman to take advantage."

She paused here, but I didn't interrupt 'cause I was knocked back and unable to formulate my thoughts – either the emotional ones of the manager/staff relations ones. She went on:

"My next big birthday will be my 50th. I know it's a way away but every time I look at myself I see time marching on. My hair gets a few grey bits, my body gets a little saggier. You know the stuff. My kids are teenagers and will go to university in a couple of years and then it'll be too late to remember my younger years or, at least, to do anything about enjoying them. I've only ever known Peter and I love him very much, but I want to know what it's like to fancy another man; to flirt and take things a little too far; to feel another man's body and him to feel mine...and appreciate it. This is probably my last opportunity both before I get too old and before Peter comes back. Am I making sense?"

I felt it time to intervene.

"I do think I understand where you're coming from." I said formally, "and you're quite right. I do find you attractive and I'm very flattered that you should be asking me." 

Was that the right thing to say I wondered? 

"But you need to understand the consequences. Either of us could get emotionally involved. The staff might find out and that would destroy both our respects. Oh! Janey. I wish you'd never asked."

But at this outpouring from me, said in haste and without too much thinking, I hastened to add before this opportunity escaped me:

"But I'm glad you did and I think I do want to as much as you seem to want to."

"Brian. I don't mean today 'cos I am not ready. I don't mean a lunchtime assignation 'cos that's not long enough. You arrange something and I'll fit in. Aim for Friday will you and I'll have to hide my excitement."

At that she left the office and I breathed a sigh of wonder and amazement at what had happened. Then I thought I'd better act quickly to hire an hotel for the following day. Later on, and just before Janey left to go home, I managed to get her alone and whisper that I had a room in the International Motor Inn booked for Friday and how did she want to play it.

The following day I was, as usual, at work early – it was my habit – when I saw Janey walking up the staircase, also in early and with no-one around I walked to the head of the stairs for a talk, my heart racing and the excess saliva of excitement in my mouth.

"I intend to leave here at around 6 ish and book into the hotel. When will you come? And how will you play it when you get there?"

"I'm early today," she said, "so I will leave at about 3 and go home, prepare the kids meals, get ready and I should be there at 7.30 ish. I'll take my own car, 'cos I'm not stopping the whole night in case I fall in love!"

"Do you need to make an excuse at the hotel desk?" I asked.

"No. That's OK. I think I can summon the bottle to ask for you. Maybe I'll pretend I'm a business partner or something," she giggled.

I duly checked in at just after 6 and took my overnight things – in a suit carrier – into the room, unpacked and took a shower and got dressed again. I watched TV news with none of its content penetrating my distracted mind. I kept looking at my watch – probably every two futile minutes – and peered through the curtains into the parking area watching for a little green Peugeot 105. I ate an apple I had brought with me – I couldn't have faced anything more substantial.

At just after 7.30 I saw her car edge into a vacant parking place and watched as she stepped out. She looked stunning, dressed for business in a suit and carrying a briefcase for effect, as she walked the short distance to the lobby. I paced up and across the room, my mouth thick with saliva and my cock beginning its inevitable rise and thickening with the impending excitement. She knocked on the door and when I opened it, stood there with a grin across that pretty face. If anything, she looked even more gorgeous standing there than my first car park glimpse and I told her so.

"Jesus," I said, "you look beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Come here."

She stepped towards me and I put my arms around her and crushed her to me, feeling those heavy breasts mould themselves against my chest. I kicked the door shut then kissed her and felt her mouth open to accommodate my probing tongue. In truth I was an emotional mess, not knowing what to do first.

She pushed away and said:

"Let me put my bag down eager-beaver." 

She walked to the dressing table and placed it on the surface. Then she slipped her jacket off and hung it across the chair back, then turned to me and enquired:

"You like?" and then twirled around.

I could see the skirt stretched across her comfortable bottom and saw the shapely legs and strappy high heels making a sight to drool over. Under the discarded jacket she had on a red camisole top with a single fastener at the back and one that showed off her ample and delicious breasts. I was struck dumb as my cock now strained against my trousers and my mouth became choked with more saliva.

She walked back to me, stood directly in front of me, with her body barely touching mine, looked up into my eyes and said:

"Brian. I've never done this before. I'm not sure where to start. Be gentle with me. I've had two children and there are parts that are a little saggy. Oh!, and by the way, there's no need to wear anything – I decided after child number two that enough was enough."

With that she leaned into me and put her arms around my neck as she moved her head at an angle to join our lips in what was the most passionate kiss I could recall. Tongues were intertwined and saliva exchanged as we all but ate each other.

She pulled back and looked at me and asked:

"Shall I get undressed?"

"My God, you're beautiful," I replied. "take your top off"

She reached one hand over her shoulder to get at the catch behind her neck and the lifted the hem of the top and pulled it over her head. She turned and placed it over her jacket on the chair and all the time I was looking at the exposed body – its soft skin – the large breasts in the embroidered bra – the inevitable excess skin of an older woman. I was captured and enraptured. She then turned back to me, reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, drawing the straps down her arms as her breasts now spilled out and downwards.

"Big enough for you?" she enquired with a grin.

I moved towards her and palmed the breasts. Gently squeezing, then leaned down to kiss the nipples.

"I'm probably becoming monotonous," I said, "but you're really beautiful. Now, you undress me."

She sat down on the bed, breasts jiggling, and reached for my trouser belt and fastenings as I ripped off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I kicked off my slip-on shoes as she drew my trousers down my legs and, lifting each foot in turn, off completely. She then placed her hand on the bulge in my underpants and gently squeezed saying:

"Looks like you're ready for me."

She made the mistake of most women in pulling my pants down without pulling out the waistband, so my cock was forced down before springing back up to attention. She immediately placed her lips to it and started kissing it before taking it into her mouth. I reached down to grasp a breast and fondled it. 

She drew back and stood up, reaching round to locate the skirt zip and wiggled the skirt down and over her hips revealing the most exquisite sight of a deep suspender belt holding up grey stockings. Her knickers were semi see-through revealing a hairy surround to her glorious pussy. She sat back down on the bed and I joined her as she reached across for my cock and began stroking it. We kissed as I touched her soft thighs and attempted to get inside the waistband of her knickers. Realising the impossibility of this manoeuvre she lay back on the bed and raised her hips as I grasped the waistband and slid them down and over her shoes. I lay down next to her as she once again reached for my cock and I delved into the hairy covering of her pussy before entering the warm and very wet slit of her vagina. She started moaning as I found and fingered her clitoris, gripping my cock even tighter. I rolled over and put my mouth onto her thighs as she opened her legs to let me see and get at the prize of her pussy. She was a woman for whom an orgasm was not long in coming and I felt her thighs tense, start to quiver and then become rigid and finally shiver as the first orgasm overwhelmed her.

I looked down at her. 

"That was great." I said although I didn't know to what I was referring.

"can I come inside you. How...?"

"Just do it." she said.

"Turn over and get on all fours."

She presented her magnificent rear to me as I stroked between her

legs at the now exceptionally wet pussy that was revealed. I felt under her for a dangling tit and its rubbery nipple before grasping my cock and wiping it up and down her pussy, finding the entrance. I pushed in slowly. It was heavenly. Not too tight, very warm and incredibly lubricated. There were gentle moans coming from her as we generated our rhythm and as she once again approached an orgasm aided by my rubbing of her nipple and her own manipulation of her clitoris. She shuddered as the second wave hit her and collapsed face down on the bed releasing my cock all too viciously. I lay down beside her as she raised her head and mouthed "Thank you". Then she lifted herself across to me and straddled me, grinning as she felt between her thighs for my cock and re-inserted it into her now dripping vagina. 

"Kiss my nipples," was her command as she moved up and down my shaft and as her large breasts grazed my chest oh! so exquisitely. I grasped a breast and held it so my mouth enveloped her nipple. She was gasping all the time we rode together, her weight held off me by her straightened arms. She eventually collapsed sideways and eased herself off my cock. No orgasm this time.

"Now you come on top."

She lay back and shifted her body so that I could straddle her as I then moved down and placed my knees inside her thighs. She rocked back, lifting her bottom and opening her pussy for me. She reached down and guided my cock into the anticipating vagina. It was divine and this time I appeared to be touching her clitoris with my movements. She tensed after a few thrusts and started what by now I had come to realise was her build-up to an orgasm. After a dozen more mutual thrusts I felt her tensing and starting to quiver. Her teeth were clenched as she expelled air and her whole body started to shake as she exploded into another orgasm. She became limp as I momentarily stopped my thrusting. She moved her head and looked at me with a detached, far-away, orgasm induced stupor. A sigh came from her lips and then:

"Now you."

I resumed my oscillating movements and stopped concentrating on her pleasure and began my own build-up. I watched that pretty face. I could feel it slowly welling up inside as the exquisite overwhelming, irrepressible forces began their journey to fruition. I stiffened in that final moment before reproduction reaction as I exploded inside her with a guttural exhalation and blown cheeks as I pumped involuntarily into her body. She lay, watching my every facial expression and then reached up and pulled me down to squeeze me with a whispered:

"Thank you."

I fell sideways and lay on my back breathing heavily, my cock slowly subsiding. We then simultaneously turned to face each other and swapped little kisses all over our faces, hands stroking each other. Nothing more was said – only looks exchanged. Nothing needed to be said.

We lay like that for a couple of minutes. She turned to me;

"I don't suppose you can do that again can you?"

"Janey. I'm not 18." I said snortingly, "Unless you meant another day"

"No. Only joking. That was quite wonderful."

And then:

"Brian, I must be strong. I can see why women fall in love with you. But that's not the point of this. I wanted you to screw me and that you've done quite wonderfully. I will treasure this day to myself in the years to come. I will never forget. Neither you nor what you've done. I feel like a wanton, sexy woman ..... and it's wonderful. You've given me back something I thought the years of marriage and family life had stolen. You've made me feel quite sexy again."




Janey



As an afterthought:

"If I stayed here now, this minute, I'd lose it all and fall in love. So I'm going to get up, shower, make myself look presentable and go home to my real world ...with an inner glow of satisfaction."

With that, she did just what she had said as I lay there and re-ran the last hour in my mind. I got up and watched her through the shower curtain as she soaped herself, then I went back to the bedroom and waited and then watched her get dressed just as she had arrived. She was right. The body had flaws. There were stretch marks revealed from under the suspender belt. The thighs were losing their definition as were her upper arms. Her bottom, without high heels to tension it, was dimpled, a bit too wide and her tummy sagging a little. But what the heck. She had seduced me and I had enjoyed everything. It was now my turn to be strong and say a thank you to her and to whoever it is that determines life's pattern. She left as she had arrived, looking very sexy in her business attire. She probably had a new belief in herself as well.

POSTCRIPT

It was not as difficult as I first imagined when we passed one another in the store. We would exchange knowing glances, smugly satisfied that we held a secret that would remain with us, and only us, forever. I knew that if she showed the slightest desire for a re-run, then I would be there at a sprint. But I equally knew this wouldn't happen. She was a strong woman who had set herself a goal and achieved it. I was proud of her.

After a few months, my boss started making noises about moving me - a new challenge he said. I suspect he knew of something happening within the organisation and eventually after a further 6 weeks he told me he wanted me to go and manage our largest store in Birmingham, a promotion and quite a bit more money. I've never forgotten Janey and always taken the trouble to enquire, in an offhand way about my ex-staff, hoping that her name would be included in the replies. It never was, but I suspect her husband returned to a new, appreciative Janey who inwardly smiled at and never forgot our one time loving.



Janey & Friend: Welcome Spies



When I was living at home with the folks, there was a spare room next to mine that my cousin Janey used to stay in when her folks traveled on business, which was about once a month. She was 2 years younger than me. She lived in the same town, so sometimes she would have a friend stay over with her. 

I started masturbating a lot when I was about 13. My cousin was pretty cute, and I would often jerk off after being with her, and studying her blossoming body. She was still kind of skinny, and her little tits were starting to poke out some. I used to grab some titty while we wrestled around. Once, when I had her pinned on the floor, and had her legs pinned up over her head, I noticed she didn't have any panties on, and I could see most of her little pussy inside her loose fitting shorts.

That usually sent me right to my room, where I jacked off. That kind of stuff happened quite often. I would sit on my office-type chair at my desk most of the time, so I could look through magazines on my desk. Janey got curious once, and peeked into my room as I was stroking it pretty good. I noticed her peeking in as I shot a big wad of cum all over my hand. Nothing was said about that. I didn't want her to know I saw her. I think I wanted her to look again, so I didn't want to scare her off. 

Some years later, I was home for the summer while I was in college. Janey had a friend, Shannon. And, they were both came over one Saturday morning while I was in the living room reading. My folks were both out on a boat with their friends for the day. My cousin and her friend sat on the couch, reading, and generally playing around and reading to each other. I had only my shorts on that I slept in, since I was alone when I got out of bed. 

Janey had on short shorts and a tee shirt. Very nice legs, and her titties were pointing out real nice. I caught a glimpse of them a month before when I passed her room. Her breasts were like sweet pears begging to be sucked. Shannon was still dressed in a cute sundress, which was... well, frankly a bit revealing when the sun was behind her. She had a smile that could make me melt. Now, her breasts weren't as developed as my cousin Janey's, but still nice looking. And, Shannon had some nice, comfortable looking thick thighs. She was into sports, and was a pretty good swimmer, I heard.

Well, the book was in front of me, but I must have read the same sentence 50 times turning to watch the 2 girls giggling and pinching each other. An hour of this, and I couldn't take it anymore. My cock never needed much reason to jump up, and now it was throbbing rock hard. I was glad I had the book to cover the obvious tent. After a few more looks, and some nice flesh flashed over on the couch, I noticed a growing wet spot at the tip of the tent my shorts looked like. 

Any encouragement, and I would have whipped my cock out and sprayed my jism all over.... right there in the recliner... right there in front of them. There were lots of times in those younger days, when I would imagine myself doing just that. In all sorts of situations... especially at the worst times, when adults where sitting around.... when I was with my friends. In class... all sorts of times. Well, there I was thinking of this odd fantasy with these 2 pretty lasses across the room from me. I snapped out of it, and knew I just HAD to go jack off... NOW!!!

I tried my best to cover my obvious hard on poking at the front of my shorts... without being obvious that I was covering it. Believe me... it must have been quiet obvious what I was hiding on the other side of that book. I could hear both of them giggling as I left the room and went to my room. I just KNOW they were giggling at me, with my cousin telling her friend what I going to do now. I remembered all the times I left her to go jack off... and those times she spied on me doing it. I really liked Janey, but at that time I actually hated her... for being so smart about me. I felt so vulnerable... but, I was too horny to care right then. I just HAD to do it now. I closed the sliding door (no locks on the bedroom doors in our house), and peeled off my shorts as fast as I ever did. I sat on the chair and spun towards the closet to give me more room. I spread my legs, and slowly let my hand whisper up and down over my leaking cock. My body was shaking from wanting to cum. I had learned the past year about taking control and not cumming so fast... to enjoy the moment longer. It was all I could do to not just jack it hard and fast. 

I pictured the chewy thighs of Shannon, and her heart-melting smile. I could easily imagine her legs wrapped around my head as I sucked her delicious, fresh pussy. And the way her dress had creped up to expose her pink bikini panties earlier. That gave me a great view of her pretty butt. I also pictured the distinctive points poking out from my cousin's tee shirt. And tasting her nipples, making them grow hard and long.

I noticed the sliding door slowly open a bit while I continued to make passionate love to my cock. I felt so wicked right then. I spun my chair back just a bit... so the girls could see my cock better. I just KNEW they were taking turns looking at me. I think I even heard some muffled giggles out there. 

Well, they wanted a show. And, I was going to give them one. I turned a bit more for them, and stopped jerking. I pointed my cock forward, and squeezed the head of my cock, causing a big glob of pre cum to pour a string of it all the way to the floor. It looked like pouring thick maple syrup out. I started jerking a little faster now, and could hear the jostling going on outside my door. I leaned back and gave them something to look at. I grabbed my cock a little harder now, and pumped it with more purpose. Then I stopped and a thick rope of cum came shooting out. The 1st spurt spread a line over the front of my shirt down to my hand. Then another spurting rope came out. I pumped it slowly, squeezing the head each time. More and more cum poured out. I was so light headed at that point, I couldn't move for anything. It was, I think the BEST cum I had ever had up to that point. Good ones are hard to compare. But, this one was fantastic.

I regained my senses in time to hear them quietly scamper back to the living room. I got up from the chair, and went to the door. I opened it a little so I could hear them. I couldn't make out everything, but I think I heard my cousin say something then her friend said, "My brother does it, too." I wanted to go out there, and find out if THEY ever masturbated. I never heard anything from Janey's room that indicated she did. I though to myself that hopefully, I'll get to see that happen someday. I got dressed, and hurried outside to walk down to the store. I didn't dare look at them as I passed through the living room. I kept thinking and hoping..... Janey's cool, she won't say anything later about it. I didn't come back home until I thought everyone had gone to sleep. 

Hope you liked my story. 

Fantasy man 



Janey and Me



For the past six months, I've been sleeping with my buddy's wife. I try to be careful, but I'm pretty damn sure we're going to get caught one of these days. I also try to feel guilty about it but... fuck it, I just can't. She's fuckin' gorgeous, and a goddamned *mink*... I barely have to cross my eyes and she's trying to get my pants down.

Started innocently enough, I guess. I won a beach house for a week, but work was only going to let me get away for the weekend. So, I set my buddy and his family up, figuring I'd get out there Friday evening and play honorary uncle for a while. However, when I got out there, Rob had taken the kids out on the boardwalk, while Janey'd stayed at the house... too much sun had given her a headache. I figured I'd be a bit quiet, change into my suit and get into the water while the sun set. Quick look in the master's bedroom showed Janey still down, so I went to the bathroom to change. 'Bout the time I'm stripped down, Janey opens the door, mumbling "Rob, honey, where are the..."

Janey's wearing nothing but a t-shirt... one that barely covered her hips, and clung to her curves like it's saran wrap. The neckline's been cut, so it reveals two gorgeous breasts, lightly golden from a day's sun, framed by sun-lightened auburn hair, mussed from her nap. I stopped in shock, unable to take my eyes off her or remember to cover up. She looked at me for a moment... first confused, then a trifle embarrassed, causing her to drop her eyes... at which point she noticed that I was *definitely* noticing her. I can't remember a woman looking this sexy, can't think of anything clever to say... then she took as step forward and took one of my hands in hers. She lifted it to her lips, kissing each fingertip, licking the length of my middle finger, my cock getting so hard that it almost hurt. She smiled at me, taking that hand and laying it on her breast as she reached out and started to stroke my cock.

I don't remember carrying her to the master bedroom, nor do I remember tearing off her shirt. I do remember my first taste of her, my head buried between her thighs; it was electric, the feel of her on my tongue, of her body reacting to my fingers inside her. The musky scent of her intoxicated me... I could live between those legs, feeling her calves press into my back and trying to keep time with her thrusting hips. I love the clutch of her fingers on the back of my head, and was almost disappointed when she pulled me up, kissing me hard as she grasped my cock and pulled me into her, her heels digging into my butt. Buried in her, I just tried to keep up. Each thrust she met, demanding more. I held onto her hip, trying not to explode immediately as we fucked. I'd hold a handful of breast, pinching and pulling. She fingered herself as we fucked, and would feed me those fingers, hot and sticky and sweet with her. When I came, it was like she ripped the cum out of me, and I collapsed for a moment. She let me rest, then pushed me off her, letting me lay back. I was still half hard, so she rode me, letting me get hard as she touched herself. Finally, my cock was too sensitive... I'd cum too hard, had too much stimulation... that I whimpered and pulled her off. She grinned down at me.

"Go. Swim. I gotta get cleaned up."

I figured that would be it. One time thing, moment's right, never happen again, and shouldn't be mentioned. I mean, I didn't bring it up to Rob... how do you start a conversation that includes "Your wife is a demon in the sack", after all? But the next week, Janey stopped by my work, dragged me into a utility closer and blew my brains out... figuratively. The week after that, she spun a story about cleaning up my apartment to thank me for loaning them the house. That Saturday, we hit a grand slam around the apartment... couch, office chair, shower, island in the kitchen... never did make it to the bed. Some nights, I'll get a text from her saying "What are you doing" and I know she'll be by in 20 minutes, then be gone in an hour.

I've about convinced myself that Rob knows what's going on. I know he notices me noticing Janey when I'm over... and that's surreal as all fuck, drinking beers at a barbecue with your bud, knowing that odds are good his wife is going to drag you off into the woods and beg to be eaten out... so I've kinda decided that he gets off on her getting some on the side. He never acknowledges it, but he's gotta notice, right?

Or maybe I'm just fooling myself, thinking what I want to think, believing whatever lets me keep seeing Janey.

I hope she comes over again tonight. 



Janey Stuck In A Lift



Twenty-eleven hours, I looked at my watch as the metal walled box I was travelling in shuddered to a halt in a series of heart stopping jerks, to the accompaniment of frightening bangs and clanks. The lights dimmed, only the emergency lighting remained on, the elevator was stuck somewhere between the twenty-fourth and twentieth floors. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, heart hammering a staccato rat-a-tat-tat on my ribs as my fear level peaked. 

My fertile imagination, fuelled by watching too many disaster movies ran wild. In my mind I saw a series of cinematographic stop motion images, showing the strands of the steel cables breaking one by one until the lift car hung by a thread. Taking a series of deep breaths I regained control of my mind and shut out the thoughts.

My sole companion was a woman in her thirties who looked like a typical secretary. She visibly relaxed when I spoke. "Shall I phone or will you."

"You're a woman!" She exclaimed. Funny how even in this age of sex equality, in a city where women executives are almost as common as males, there is still a preconception that all motorcycle couriers are male. Looking at the woman I realised that only a few minutes earlier she had signed for the first of the three packages I had delivered to firms on the top five floors of Mithras Tower. Her reaction was proof that in our leathers we are seen as objects rather than people. Then I realised I was equally guilty of pigeonholing people, initially I had only seen a mid-thirties ash-blonde office worker.

"I'll phone." She said opening the little flap that concealed the emergency phone. There was no instantaneous answer when she lifted the receiver, as we waited both of us grew more concerned. Nervously she tapped a pointed toe on the floor, I twisted and wrung at the clipboard in my hand.

"Hello Rapide Elevator and Escalator Services, Frank speaking. How may I help?"

"We are stuck near the top of Mithras Tower."

"Are you actually in the elevator?" Frank asked.

"Yes." She replied. 

"What a pratt, why else would we be calling!" I muttered under my breath.

"How many of you are there?"

"Two of us."

"That's good at least you are not overcrowded. I am afraid you are going to be there for some time, construction work has damaged an electricity sub-station and the whole of Olympia Square has no power. Your lift is one of more than twenty lifts in need of rescue."

I snatched the phone from the woman. "How long is some time?" I demanded.

"Oh six maybe eight hours, less if they restore the power."

The man's cheery almost off-hand voice set my nerves on edge. I pictured him sitting in a comfortable office, with nothing to do other than answer the telephone. I was seething, stuck in a lift I was loosing money. To be honest all these feelings were probably triggered by my mild claustrophobia, not that the walls were pressing in on me nor was I screaming, but I did feel trapped. This was not the first time I had been trapped in a lift. I was sure it would not be the last time - lifts were an occupational hazard for everyone whose work took them into the tall office blocks of the City of London.

"Shit." The woman said kicking off the shoe of the foot she had been tapping. "Everything always goes wrong at the same time look a bloody hole." She said pointing to her big toe, which protruded through the gossamer of her tights. When she lifted her skirt I was treated to a tantalisingly swift flash of red knickers and a pair of shapely thighs. She hooked her thumb into the waistband of her tights and slid them down to her knees. Sitting down on the floor she removed her other shoe and completed removing the holed hose. "Might as well sit down, it's more comfortable than standing. You know that's my third pair of tights this week, of course you wouldn't have that problem."

I was dying for a cigarette, if the power was down the smoke detector would be disabled, I pulled a pack from my bag and lit up. The lift had an invitingly deep pile carpet, I lowered myself to the floor.

The woman coughed. Here goes, she is going to complain about my smoking. She coughed again. I looked at her. "Do you think I could have one of those?" I handed her a cigarette and my lighter. "Thanks, I gave up two years ago to get the job. There is a rigid no smoking rule throughout the tower."

I unzipped my leather jacket, took it off and rolled it up as a pillow. "Your making yourself comfortable." The woman laughed nervously.

"May as well." I replied. "Six hours is a long time."

"This is terrible already I feels like the walls are closing in on us."

"It could be worse. At least we are not in one of those external lifts, imagine sitting in one of those glass capsules exposed to everyone's gaze like an animal in a zoo." I said recalling the last time I had been stuck and that had only lasted for about two hours.

We fell silent, maybe I dozed. I became aware of a rhythmic sound. She was lying on her back one leg bent, the other crossed over it swinging, I smiled - she was masturbating. Watching her made me feel horny. The idea of making a move on her had not entered my mind, not even when she had removed her tights but this seemed to be an open invitation.

I slid across the floor to where she lay. She uncrossed her legs when I laid my hand on her thigh, then lifted her shoulders allowing me to slip my arm around her. Our lips met, her teeth parted to admit my tongue, her tongue curled itself around mine. My hand slid up her thigh, she parted her legs as I reached the top of her leg, my fingers slid under the damp material of her panties. 

Her slit was already sopping wet. Her damp labia felt firm beneath my fingertips, moving a little deeper I found her erect clitoris. She gasped when I pinched it between my forefinger and thumb. I tugged at her clit, gently milking an orgasm from her.

Breaking off the kiss I slid down her body. Hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and began to slip them over her hips, she assisted by lifting her bum and in a trice I had removed the lacy red garment. Meanwhile she had hiked her skirt up to her waist revealing her neatly trimmed heart shaped golden bush. "Very nice." I said as I traced the outline of the heart.

"Glad you like it." 

The skin of her abdomen was textured with half moon dimples. Intrigued by them I traced their shapes, she wriggled. "That tickles."

Puzzled by what they were I continued to trace their shapes. "Please stop, surely my stretch marks aren't that interesting?" Stretch marks, I had heard of them, but to the best of my knowledge had never before been intimate with a woman who had had a child. Certainly I had never been with a woman who had stretch marks. 

"Wait a minute." She said pushing me away. She got to her feet and went to the phone, once again there was a lengthy wait before we heard Frank's voice. "Frank is that you?"

"Yes. Two in a lift in Mithras Tower right?"

"That's right. Can you tell us how much longer."

"They say the supply will definitely be back on in five to six hours, so unless there is a medical emergency that is how long it will be."

"Thanks."

She hung-up the handset and rejoined me back on the floor. "It's warm in here." She said as she began to undo the buttons of her blouse. I pulled her nearer to me and undid the remaining buttons. Her blouse fell open revealing her white bra. Through the fabric I could feel her nipples. A man would have torn her bra from her, I preferred to take my time. Building up to the moment of removal by gently teasing and tormenting those tender orbs. My fingers traced the shape of her curves through the material, gently moulding them in my cupped hands Kneading the encased globes. At last I got the reaction I had been seeking to provoke when she pleaded with me. "Please... please touch them, take my bra off and touch them I want to feel your skin on mine."


As the bra fell away her breasts drooped, her long rouge nipples were pointing down towards her navel. I supposed that their flabbiness was a result of childbearing, when they were firm her breasts must have been impressive. I took one in my hands and began once more to knead it. She pulled my head towards her. I took the elongated rubbery teat between my lips, as I began to suckle on it she gave a soft low moan. 

As I sucked her breasts I inserted my forefinger and middle finger of my other hand into her vagina, whilst diddling her clitoris with the ball of my thumb using a gentle circular motion.

As I suckled, she ran her fingers through my hair gently stroking my head, whilst ensuring that I did not lift my mouth from her nipple. "Bite me there." She cooed, her hips writhing as I sucked and bit on the teat. "Oh honey this is so good please don't stop." As she came her vaginal muscles went into a spasm of clamping and releasing on my two inserted fingers and her fluid washed over them.

Suddenly she pulled my head back. "Do the same to the other one." Once again I took the distended teat into my mouth, far quicker this time I began to bite and suck, feeling the nipple swell and harden in my mouth. 

She reciprocated, slipping her free hand under my sweatshirt and seeking my comparatively minuscule breasts and under developed nipples - breasts so small that I had never worn a bra. One of my better endowed friends used to say, they looked like two fried eggs. 

However as men are always fond of saying size is not everything and my breasts were no less sensitive than any other woman's. The instant she touched my nipples, I gasped with delight as electric tremors surged through my body. A warm wet glow mushroomed in my womb. As I came I bit her, it was not intentional, but the feeling was so intense that my jaw clamped shut on to her teat. She screamed. Realising what I had done I opened my mouth and pulled away. "Sorry." I said.

"Sorry? - That really hurt me you know."

"Sorry it was just a reaction when you made me cum."

"You came - I came! When you bit me it hurt like hell and I came like a bloody tap had been turned on." I began to laugh. "What's so funny?" She asked.

"I... I... I was just thinking what a pair we are if we can cum from just having our boobs played with. One might say." I broke off into peals of laughter, it was infectious she began to laugh too. "One might say we are a pair of..." She joined me with the punch line. "Right Tits." We said in unison.

The laughter changed the nature of our relationship, up until that moment we had been no more than sex objects to one another. This natural pause we punctuated by smoking another cigarette. It was as we smoked that she spoke again. "Do you realise we might know each other's tits but we don't even know each other's names. My name is Margaret but my friends call me Maggie."

"Pleased to meet you Maggie I'm Janey." I responded with mock formality. "My nickname's Flame-On." I added gesturing towards my head.

As we smoked a second cigarette we talked about ourselves and our lives. Hers sounded amazingly rich and complicated by comparison with my life. I was a single woman with no dependants. She had two children, both boys, by day she worked as a system analyst (whatever that involved) and an ex-husband.

"So you are bi," I said when she mentioned the husband.

"No!" She replied, speedily adding. "I wanted to be normal, to have a family so I married - it was a disaster. I hated sex with him, I hated lying to him covering up my affairs. It was a relief when he caught me in bed with the au-pair."

"That's different, I thought it was the husband who got to do the au-pair."

"Well he didn't, maybe he wanted to and that was why he was so angry."

"Where are your sons now?"

"With the au-pair. No not the same one, this one is sex mad, unfortunately she is only interested in boys." She stubbed out her cigarette. "But enough of talking let's make love properly this time." As she spoke she shrugged off her open blouse and reached for the waistband of her skirt.

I was naked from waist up once I'd pulled off my sweatshirt. Removing my motorcycle boots and socks took little time, but my leather jeans clung to my legs. First I had to stand up and ease them over my hips, then I had to sit down to roll them down my legs, eventually I was as naked as her.

The polished metal walls and ceiling of the lift acted as crude mirrors. Despite the image being blurred and slightly out of focus, I saw an ill assorted couple. I was like a stick, slim hipped, a barely discernible waist and flat chested; my gatepost legs and legs with muscles developed wrestling my bike through the traffic were totally out of proportion to the rest of my body. My head crowned by hair so red it looked like a burning bush, so bright it had earned me the nickname "Flame-On". In contrast she was the personification of femininity, big breasted, a distinct waist, broad hips and shapely legs. Even the stretch marks seemed to add to this female image. I would have sold my soul to have her ash blonde hair.

Her skin was soft pampered by beauty products. Her nails, fingers and toes were painted and neatly manicured. I used only a simple moisturiser, mainly to combat wind-burn, my finger nails were clipped functionally short. My only real concession to my femininity was the total depilation of my body, I hated the sight of my bright copper pubes. Truth to tell I hated my hair full-stop, if I did not look such a freak I would have kept my head shaved. I did it once I looked ghastly - like the victim of some terminal illness, so I tolerated my curly red crown.

"Penny for them!"

The sound of her voice startled me back from my reverie. "I was looking at us on the walls, admiring your body and feeling sorry for myself."

Snuggling closer to me she kissed my neck. "You've got a lovely body." 

"Like a stick, with arms and legs that don't fit."

"Do you always feel sorry for yourself when you make love."

"No." I replied turning to her I put my lips to hers and pushed her down. I kissed her nose, then her eyes. She began to speak, I silenced her by kissing her lips. Raising myself on my knees I began to kiss her breasts. As I rained kisses onto her stomach I turned so that I was straddling her head.

When my lips reached her mons she opened her legs, raising her hips inviting me into her secret places. I placed my hands under her, raising her hips higher. She drew her legs up wrapping them around me pulling me down closer to her. Bowing my head, my tongue entered her slit tracing along one side of her firm little fire bud. Her hips shifted as upon reaching the end of her clitoris instead of continuing onto her vagina I reversed direction and tracked along the other side of her clitoris.

Damping my tongue I laved her clitoris with long licks. When she began to move her hips in a circular motion I knew she was not far from cumming. I sucked her clitoris between my lips and teased the delicate hood with my tongue. 

"Please be careful not to bite me." I heard her whisper just before she began to arouse my clitoris. I shivered with anticipation as her tongue traced the length of my clit, spurring me to redouble my sucking and teasing of her little bud.

When she took my clit between her lips, I plunged my tongue into her vagina, lapping up the sweet tasting fluids. I had to stop just press myself close to her as tremors wracked my body. Then came that terrible precum period when it felt as if I would not achieve an orgasm. That dread moment of self doubt, of doubting my partner, of fear that she might leave me high and dry. As she sucked and tongued my clit I moved my hips in a circular motion, grinding out the climax. As always at its height as a warm fountain gushed somewhere deep within me I felt almost as if someone had hit me in the stomach. Then came a wave of gratitude, I wanted to hold and cuddle Maggie, to be close to her.

I could not follow my desire she had her needs, I shifted my attentions back to her clitoris laving it with languorous strokes each terminating with a sharp crossways twitch. Soon her whole body was moving then she began to screech at me urging me not ever to stop. As suddenly as she'd started screeching she fell silent, her body still, I lapped the nectar as it welled from her upturned vagina.

In some sort of unspoken mutual agreement we turned onto our sides, lying more relaxed but still nuzzling each other's sex. As we licked and kissed there was none of the earlier urgency. Now our sex was long and slow, it sounds incongruous to speak of sex in a public lift as being unhurried, but it was - after all we were going no where in the immediate future.

Maggie pulled away from me. "Please Janey no more, I can't take any more."

We lay on the floor in quiet companionship sharing a cigarette. At that moment I felt really close to this woman and think that she felt the same. After I had stubbed out the cigarette she kissed my earlobe and whispered. "Janey thank you. I want you to know that I've never cum as many times as I have with you."

Checking the time we decided we ought to get dressed. Then we spent the remainder of the time talking about ourselves, our views on many things. Before power was restored we exchanged telephone numbers and promised that we would keep in contact. A promise I intended to keep.



Janey's Birthday Present



It was soon to be Janey's 20th birthday, and I was struggling with what to get my baby and lover that would set this one apart and make it really memorable. I had already gotten her one present, by getting a vasectomy so we could fuck whenever we wanted without worrying about her getting pregnant. I had asked her again and again over the month prior to her birthday as to what she wanted, and her response was always "I have you as my lover, what more can I want." This answer was not helping me.

I thought about all the things we had shared, both as father and daughter and as lovers, thinking of what would Janey want. As I pondered our time together, I remembered how excited Janey would get when we watched porn videos with two women doing it. I also thought about how often she had commented about wanting to have a lesbian or 3-way encounter sometime in her life. The idea sunk in, this is what I would get her for her birthday. 

Luckily, just down the street was a woman who I believed could help me with my idea. I had helped Vianne with some computer problems she was having, and in so doing found her PC to be filled with pictures of lesbian sex. On top of that, she was a beautiful black woman. About 5'10" tall, her skin was a wonderful dark brown, and I was betting her measurements at around 36c-26-38. The question was how I would approach her.

I decided the direct route would probably be best. I called Vianne up and said I wanted to see if her computer was still working OK and to see if she could help me with a special need. Vianne told me to come over so I could run some diagnostics and to talk over the favor I was wanting. A couple of hours later, there I was, sitting in front of Vianne's computer as it was defragging when she asked "So Keith, what is the 'need' you have?" 

I ask, "Vianne, are you a lesbian?" 

She looked at me intently, then answered me quietly, "No, I'm bi-sexual." 

I smiled, "That's great. I'm really happy to hear it." 

She looked at me like I was nuts. "I'm so glad you approve, Keith. But why the interest in my sex life?" asked Vianne. 

I said, "Vianne, you know my daughter Janey. Well, her birthday is coming up in a couple of days, and I want this one to be really memorable since she is turning 20. I'm pretty sure she's had thoughts about having a lesbian encounter, but I don't think the friends she runs with would be the right ones to introduce her to this experience. Do you think that you would be interested in her?"

Vianne looked at me carefully for a second, and then smiled herself. "Keith," she said, "I think Janey is very sexy, and I'd love to do it with her. I just can't believe that her own father is lining up some woman for your daughter to have sex with. Why?" 

I said without hesitation, "Because I love her," not wanting to have her figure out what I really meant by that. 

We decided that she would come over to the house the next night (the eve of Janey's birthday) to see if I was home, and then find a way to seduce my baby. Now, I had to make sure that I was somewhere to watch the fun without either of them knowing it. After all, if I was going to all this trouble to have this occur, I wanted to have some fun with it. 

The next morning, after Janey had left for work, I set up a couple of small video camera's in the living room of our house, with them transmitting to my office in the basement. When Janey got home, I told her I had a ton of work to do and that I shouldn't be disturbed. I then went down to my office and watched on my monitor. About an hour later, the doorbell rang. When Janey opened it, there was Vianne standing at the door, wearing a plunging neckline shirt and some very short shorts. If Janey didn't find her sexy, then I was taking her to the doctor. Vianne asked if I was available, and Janey said that I wasn't. Janey then asked if there was something she could do for her. 

Vianne smiled and said, "I bet you can. I'm having trouble with my computer downloading stuff from the internet. Can I show you what I'm doing and see if you can give me any pointers to make it easier for me?" 

Janey said "Sure, come in and we'll try it on our computer." With that, Vianne walked in and followed Janey to our home computer in the living room. Janey got the PC up and running, then Vianne slid into the seat with Janey right beside her and quickly typed in a URL. I switched the view on my monitor from one camera to the other so I could see what they were looking at. I peered closely, and saw that it looked like the site Vianne brought up was a site concerning inter-racial lesbian stuff. Vianne quickly typed in her password and the full site was up. 

Vianne turned to Janey and said that when she was trying to download a couple of short movies, her computer was getting hung up. "Do you mind if I try it here, honey," Vianne asked. Janey moved a little closer to the screen and said sure, go for it. Vianne clicked away and the movie downloaded. She started the movie as two very hot and buxom women were in a frenzied 69. Vianne and Janey intently watched them lick and suck each other's pussys for many minutes until both the girls on the screen came loudly. 

Vianne and Janey sat back a bit, and then Vianne asked, "Can I try one more?" Janey looked at her, nodding her head as she said "Oh yeah." Vianne clicked on the next feature. Again, the movie started, and the screen filled with hot lesbian sex. As Vianne and Janey watched, Vianne moved her hand onto my baby's back. She leaned over to Janey and said that she was so sexy that she should be making these type pictures. 

Janey looked at her, "You really think so?" 

That's when Vianne made her move. She cupped Janey's face in her hands, and drew her in for a long, passionate kiss. I could tell that Vianne and Janey were sucking on each other's tongues, as my baby moved her hands down and started playing with Vianne's tits through her shirt. Vianne broke their kiss and ripped open my daughter's shirt. "I don't think you need this on, or this bra." And with that my baby was nude from the waist up, her 40D tits aroused and ready. Vianne then stood, and took off her own shirt. I was amazed; her tits were perfectly round, with dark, hard nipples. She grabbed her right tit in her hand, and moved toward Janey. She stood next to her, and started rubbing her hard nipple on Janey's equally excited breast. They then started kissing again, as they rubbed their tits harder and harder into each other. 

Janey then grabbed Vianne's hand and led her over to the couch. She sat her down and looked at her, I switched cameras again and watched as Janey undid her jeans and slid them down her legs. "Do you like my shaved pussy, Vianne? Does it turn you on," Janey asked her. 

"Oh yea girl, it turns me on. In fact, I think I'll give it a taste," and with that Vianne lifted my baby's leg over her shoulder and buried her face in Janey's wet cant. I could tell that Vianne was doing a good job, because all Janey could do is hold on to her head as she writhed and moaned, begging Vianne to suck harder on her pussy. Vianne had one hand cupping Janey's ass for leverage, as the other is pulling on Janey's right nipple, making it redder and redder by the second. All of a sudden, Janey started shaking hard - and I know what that meant...my baby was Cumming. I watched as Vianne lapped up Janey's hot juice, which I was sure is flowing heavily.

Vianne moved Janey's leg off her shoulder lay back on the couch and removed her shorts as she did so. As Janey was catching her breath, she stared down at Vianne's sexy body. Vianne laid back and opened her legs wide. "Now girl, it's time for you to taste my sweet black cunt. Get your face over here!" Vianne ordered. Janey did as she was told, and moved her mouth down to Vianne nicely coiffed pussy. I watched as my daughter starts to lick all around Vianne's muff, then Vianne told her to stick her tongue in as deep as she could. I hear Vianne grunt as my baby worked her long tongue deep in the dark pussy, "Yes Janey, fuck my pussy with your tongue. Make me cum all over your face." Vianne was working her own tits hard as Janey kept the pressure up on Vianne's cunt. I could see Janey starting to suck on the hard clit she had then found, and Vianne was responding in kind, wriggling all over the place and telling my baby what a good cunt-sucker she was. 

It is here that I realized that I was missing a golden opportunity. So I striped off my clothes and head upstairs. I got into the living room, and the scent of these two women's pussys was amazing. Just as Vianne was cumming, I walked over to my baby's backside. I started to rub my cock across her ass, and I heard Janey say "Hello lover!" 

Vianne eyes opened wide, "Keith, what the fuck are you doing!?!" 

I said, "Vianne, what I didn't tell you is how I love my daughter." And with that, I shoved my 9-inch cock into my baby's tight cunt. 

Vianne moved Janey's face up and looked at her, "So, that's how your dad knew what you wanted. Well, happy birthday girl. Now, get back to sucking my hot cunt." Janey started lapping at Vianne pussy again as I attacked her own hot hole. Janey grabbed one of her swinging tits and squeezed it tightly as I fucked her harder and harder...shoving her face into Vianne's pussy. 

Vianne looked at me, "Well Keith, at least I know what goes on in this house. Are you going to at least fuck me before I go tonight?" 

"Of course Vianne, it will be my pleasure," I said smiling. I reached under my baby and started rubbing her clit as I piston her pussy faster and faster. "Oh baby, daddy's going to fill your cunt!" Seconds later, I did just that while Vianne is again cumming all over Janey's mouth. Vianne and I then both released Janey. She lay back on the couch, relaxing after all that fun. I look at my baby and said "Janey is this a good birthday present?" "Oh yes daddy, it is," she said. 

The next thing I realized is that Vianne is sucking my half-hard cock into her mouth. I looked down at Vianne, and she stopped for a second to say "How else am I going to get this cock in me?" She then went back to sucking on my dick, getting it back to attention quickly. I looked down watching this sexy black woman work my dick like a pro, jerking the base as she sucked harder and harder. I looked over at Janey, and it looked like she is taking mental notes as she watched Vianne suck her daddy's big dick. 

I kept looking back and forth between Vianne sucking my cock and Janey who had started fingering her pussy again. I pull Vianne off my dick and told her "If you want me to fuck you...lay back and open your legs wide. I'm ready to pound you." 

She smiled at me and says "Well it's about fucking time!" Janey got up from the couch and motioned for Vianne to lie down. Vianne quickly lies down, opened her legs and started playing with her nipples again. I got my cock between at her opening, and started to rub my cockhead over her lips and her clit. Janey got on her knees and start sucking on Vianne's tits. I then plunge my cock all the way up Vianne's pussy and started the fuck she so wanted. 

I pumped Vianne's pussy in long, strong strokes...letting my cock almost completely escape her pussy then shoving it all the way back in. My hot daughter continued to alternate her sucking between Vianne's hard tits and all the while Vianne kept saying how much she loved the attention we were giving her. Then, Vianne grabs Janey and says, "You need to be sitting on my face, and it is your birthday after all." Janey didn't need another request, and she got up on the couch, facing me, and straddled Vianne mouth. I watched Vianne start licking and sucking Janey's cunt again and again as I continued my assault on her pussy with my dick. 

Janey looked at me as she started to enjoy Vianne's attention to her pussy and says "Daddy, please suck my tits while you fuck her." I gladly grabbed my baby's big tits and start sucking and playing with them as I fucked Vianne harder and harder. "Oh yea daddy, get me hotter...make me cum on Vianne face," Janey groaned. I feel Vianne's pussy starting to tighten around my cock as I pump faster..faster...faster still. Suddenly, both Vianne and Janey let out loud moans as they both started cumming hard. Their sounds send me over the top again, and I spewed my load deep in Vianne's pussy. We all collapsed onto the couch, trying to regain our breathing from the lovely birthday present. 

Vianne looked up and says "Well, I hope we are going to do this again sometime." 

Janey looked at me for permission, and I say, "Anytime you two decide you want this, I'm here for you both." 

Janey smiled and said, "OK, tomorrow morning! That will make it a really happy birthday!" And it did.



Janey's Night Out



"Come on, man, you gotta know something about this chick."

"Rob, I know as much as you. Her name's Janey, she's raring to go, but she won't settle for less than two cocks. You don't seem to be a total fuckhead, and so I figured we could both get some."

Janey walked ahead of them, the breeze blowing most of their words away. Her hips swung from side to side like a pendulum as she led the boys up to her apartment. Brian was mid-20s and solid, built like a wedge of muscle only just now starting to spread from a desk job. He'd zeroed in on her as soon as she walked in the bar, and she'd given him just enough to keep him interested all night. A touch on the arm (her left ring finger having a conspicuously untanned patch on it), a press while dancing and, of course, letting him buy a couple of her drinks. She'd shown less interest in Rob, but when she'd whispered in Brian's ear that he was going to need a wingman to keep up with her, Rob had naturally fallen in with them... they'd been amiably trash-talking football whenever her attention wandered.

She ran her hands down her body as a little gust blew around the corner of the motel, then pulled a key from her empty pockets; she, of course, didn't need money to drink in the bar, and wasn't going to get carded when someone else was buying. She looked back to be sure her toys were still behind her before she opened the motel room door. She might as well have had them on a leash, the way they followed her in.

She sat down on the corner of the big bed, her legs naturally falling on either side of the corner. Brian took a couple steps forward, and she pulled his hand so he'd sit down on her right. As Brian's hand started going up her thigh, as his mouth started towards her neck, she flipped the room key at Rob. "Rob, hon, get us some ice... and don't bother to knock when you come back." Rob looked a little startled, but she gave him a wink, then succumbed to Brian's attentions.

Her little black dress got was around her thighs, but Brian nudged it higher as he started to squeeze her right thigh with his own right hand. She nuzzled down, moving his lips from her neck to her own, pushing her tongue into his mouth as she pulled his shirt out of his shorts, her left hand fumbling with his belt. She pulled it off him as his thumb found her clit, causing her to gasp a little and bite his lip. He pushed her back on the bed, shaking his shorts off his hips, followed by Janey shoving his briefs to the floor. Brian knelt above her, kissing her into the bed, pushing down her dress so he could paw her tits, loving it as she slowly jacked his shaft and teased his balls.

Janey pushed Brian back, making him break the kiss and stand. With an impish grin, she knelt before him, her dress now a black band around her waist. She took him in one hand and slowly stroked, looking up at him looking down at her.

"You want me to suck this cock for you?" She squeezed a little. "You want this big, thick cock to go into my little mouth?" She squeezed again, harder this time, just this side of painfully. Brian moaned in approval, and Janey took his head in her mouth, licking and sucking at it while she held and stroked and squeezed the shaft, sometimes, instead, taking him deep into her mouth while she held onto a muscular thigh. Rob walked in on this, bearing a bucketful of ice, seeing Janey furiously masturbating herself while she bobbed her head along Brian's shaft.

"Brian, man, don't bogart the hot chick. Get her on the bed; I want to taste her."

Janey reluctantly broke off from Brian's cock, laying down on her back. Rob pulled her to the edge of the bed, while Brian kneeled above her, feeding his cock into her mouth. He loved watching the mushroom head of his cock disappear between her lips, feeling his balls rest in the palm of her hand as he started to fuck her face, careful to not give her too much, her fingers twined in his pubes helping to keep him honest.

Rob, meanwhile, had dived into Janey's hot cunt with gusto, sucking her clit into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. Janey moaned around the mouthful of cock she was enjoying as Rob started to push one, then two fingers into her, his tongue still dancing across her clit, his thumb pressing against, but not penetrating, her asshole. She redoubled her sucking on Brian, slurping and licking and stroking him, letting him push his cock further down her throat, hardly surprised when he roared and a flood of hot cum poured into her throat; it hit her airway wrong, causing her to cough a little bit and his cock slip out, sending another stream of cum across her cheek and into her hair. She kept her grip on his cock, milking the cum out of it and onto her tits and throat, then letting go while Brian fell forward, collapsing on the bed beyond her, letting her give full attention to Rob's head between her thighs. He savaged her with his tongue and lips, sucking the juice from her peach, looking up and letting her see it running down his chin as his fingers fucked her now, hard and fast, his tongue keeping up a counterpoint. She screamed as she came, clamping her legs around his head, jamming her heels into his spine, and pulling his tongue into her with both hands on his head.

She hadn't come down yet when she felt Rob lift her legs, taking an ankle in each hand, and bury his cock in her. Still buzzing from the last cum, she didn't last long from his hard, quick strokes, her knees bent around his upper arms as he pounded cock into her. She fingered herself while he fucked her, just chanting "more more more more more" under her breath. Another wave of orgasm broke over her, and Brian was beside her, nipping and sucking and kneading her tits while Rob pounded her cunt. She reached out, blindly, taking Brian's cock in her hand as he assaulted her breasts, feeling it grow stiff as she squeezed and came and moaned. Rob came, hard, blowing his load inside her as she rode a wave of orgasm down.

They lay there panting; Rob had fallen on her left, Brian was on her right, his cock growing hard again. Brian, better rested, was the first to recover. He stood up, smiled down at Janey, and said "My turn." Janey knelt on the bed, letting him take her from behind, her own face turn toward's Rob sticky cock. She took that in her mouth, even as Brian pounded into her from behind. She loved the contrast of the two cocks, both in her mouth and in her cunt. How each man fucked her differently, how they tasted, how they held her head as she licked and stroked their shafts. Rob was getting hard in her mouth was slipping into a steady rhythm, spicing it with occasional slaps on her ass. If there had been a fourth person in the room, or a peeping Tom outside the window, they would have had a lovely view of Janey being drilled from behind while she pounced upon Rob's cock, bringing it back to life, then fucking the hard tool with her face. Her moans turned into grunts around the cock, and her hands played with her own breasts, squeezing and tugging.

Brian came, hard, his fingers digging into Janey's ass, his knees buckling as she clamped down on him in her latest orgasm. A few more strokes and he pulled out, his cock too stimulated to keep going; he kept fingering her, though, listening to the juices squelch around his hand. She finally shuddered to a stop, closing her legs and gently kicking him away. Rob, still at full mast, looked disappointed as she stopped sucking him, crawling up on the bed beside him, stroking instead of sucking. 

Brian spooned behind her for a moment, hand running up her thigh, feeling the dress still bunched about her waist and grinning. They rested for a moment, Janey gently jerking Rob, Brian close behind her, when Janey said "Ok, Brian, you gotta go. I owe Rob at least one more, but I still gotta get to sleep, and if both of you are here, I'm never gonna finish." Reluctantly, Brian got up and found his clothes. He poured Janey a glass of mostly-melted-ice-water, which she took, gratefully, pulling him down to her for a hard kiss.

"See you later, handsome."

Brian left as Janey took Rob's cock back in her mouth, and he felt some jealousy as he let the door close. Curious, and still a bit turned on (even if his cock wasn't going to rise to the occasion), he looked in the window and listened closely as Janey mounted Rob, exhaling slowly and raggedly as she buried his dick inside herself. He heard her talking, but her voice was too low to hear her say "Thank you, Rob. I love your cock, but I don't get enough men on the side."

Brian also didn't hear Rob tell his wife to just remember that it was her turn, next time, to pick out a girl for both of them.



Janey's Workout



"Hi Miss Z." came the giggled greeting as a young woman entered the workout room. Miss Z had just finished with a new client, one who had worked hard, sweated hard and cummed harder. It had been a good session. It had also been fortuitous that Miss Z had this particular client scheduled so quickly after the previous one.

Janey was a frail looking young woman. Skinny most would call her though she had some good qualities to her figure. She was cute but not very pretty, fair skin and rather weak muscle tone. It was that which she had been coming to Miss Z for work on for a few weeks now. Zoey could see the difference in the young woman's physique and her confidence already. 

By the looks of it Janey had already been to the showers, a prerequisite for those who are about to have a special work out with Miss Z. As the door of the private room closed Zoey could hear the hustle and bustle of the busy gym beyond... it was a good business day. 

"Come over here Janey... I have a gift for you." Zoey was still naked, sprawled on the work out mat where she had just been roughly fucked by her last client. Janey eyed the luscious naked female body with obvious lust and hurried over to the mat. Falling to her knees she eagerly awaited Miss Z's instructions.

"Such a good girl." Miss Z. patted Janey's cheek. "Because you've been working out so hard I've got something for you. I was just unloaded into by a rather needy male. You can lick me clean my dear." Miss Z smiled to Janey. Now this might seem like an odd offer, for one female to lick the cum from a male out of another female's pussy but Miss Z knew her client. She knew that Janey wanted as many deviant things as Miss Z could offer. 

Janey was young, likely just 20, and so many of the things Miss Z offered her were new and highly exciting. The young woman's eyes went wide then dipped down to that smooth pussy Miss Z already had spread wide for her. "Really? Wow... " she giggled girlishly again and then before Miss Z could blink she had a mouth clamped to her dripping pussy.

What Janey lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. Her tongue lapped from top to bottom, ringed Zoey's ass then returned to her slit. She drove that tongue into the other woman's pussy making sure to lick as much of it as she possibly could. Her little slurping sounds along with her cooes and Mmms had Zoey smiling. 

Miss Z. petted Janey's head, stroked her hair sweetly, while the young woman licked at her. "Keep it up Janey and I might cum for you." Miss Z offered as praise. Janey squealed with delight into that pussy which made Zoey chuckle. Janey redoubled her efforts in licking and suckling on every bit of that pussy. 

Zoey laid back on the mat and lazily toyed with her own breasts. A nipple was tugged at, twisted and tweaked. She gave a soft sigh of enjoyment. Janey was really a sweet girl and had won a spot of affection in the personal trainer's heart. That was likely the only reason Zoey was letting Janey have the prize before the workout.

A little while longer of Janey suckling on her clit and Miss Z gave a luxurious moan. Her honey rushed forward as her pussy clenched and Janey's slurping noises grew louder. When she was finished with that nice little orgasm and Janey had licked every bit of it Miss Z let Janey up. "Did you like that? Did you like eating a man's cum from me?" Miss Z had that wicked gleam in her eye when she asked that. 

Janey nodded while licking her lips. "Thank you Miss Z, you know I always like really love to eat you." Another giggle and Miss Z patted her head, play time was over. Now it was time to sweat. 

"Alright then, you know the drill. Strip and begin your stretches. Follow those up with some work with the hand weights, ten pounds to start." Miss Z gave the workout instructions, couldn't have a client just having the fun without the work.

Janey quickly stripped out of her tee shirt and shorts. She was building muscle which made her small breasts more perky, a sight Miss Z was proud of. Getting up Miss Z went behind Janey while she was doing her stretches. She ran her hands along the young woman's back and down over her ass. Janey just beamed a smile at the touches but never dared to stop the workout.

Miss Z helped Janey stretch more fully by standing behind her and taking hold of Janey's wrists. Together they moved to the side then forward. At the forward motion Miss Z's breasts were pressed to Janey's back and her mound was pressed to Janey's ass. Miss Z bent Janey over as far as possible then raised her back up. They repeated this a few more times with on the last time one of Miss Z's hands cupping Janey's pussy to give a rewarding little massage. 

"Alright, to the weights." Miss Z ordered and removed her touches and her body from against Janey's just when Janey was beginning to moan. Sweat was already starting to bead along Janey's forehead and between those small breasts as she picked up the hand weights from the set along the far wall. Back to the work out mat she stood facing the mirror and began repetitions of working out her biceps. 

"C'mon... lift them higher!" Miss Z barked her order when she didn't like the lazy lifts. A resounding smack echoed through the large room as Miss Z gave Janey's ass a spank with her bare hand. Janey whimpered both from the exertion of lifting the weights and the heady sexual arousal that spanking brought her. 

To motivate her more Miss Z returned to standing behind Janey and reached her hands to cup the young woman's breasts. Both tits were squeezed and kneaded roughly. In this position Janey had to keep her arms up high, weights over her head if she wanted Miss Z to be able to keep her hands teasing her breasts like that. 

Miss Z tugged at those little nipples one last time then took her hands away just before Janey nearly dropped the hand weights in fatigue. "Good girl." Miss Z cooed while rounding Janey and lifting her face to place a small kiss to those feminine lips. 

"Why don't you lay down, facing the mirror." Miss Z spoke as she walked toward a closet in the room. Janey licked her lips at the sight of Miss Z's ass swaying away from her. Doing as told Janey laid down facing the mirrored wall. 

Miss Z returned with an object in her hand that Janey didn't recognize from any of their earlier sessions. "What's that Miss Z?" she asked in that oh so innocent tone she possessed. Zoey grinned and without explanation moved to face Janey. She knelt down on the mat and with one hand pushed Janey's legs wide open. 

"This is your reward for being so good today." Simple smile from the personal trainer. "This is called a dildo. It simulates a male's sex organ but in the hands of a female can feel much better." Zoey had to chuckle at that. Zoey knew what it was like to have sex with both males and females. She knew what toys brought the most pleasure to either sex and how to use them best. Zoey was in the business of shaping up people's bodies and their sex lives.

"It looks huge." Janey mused with awe at the black instrument. It was ten inches long, three inches thick and had ridges all along it in various patterns. 

Miss Z looked at the dildo and considered it for a moment. "Yes, yes it is. Don't worry though, we'll make it fit. Don't I always make you feel good?" She looked at the young woman with raised brows expecting an answer.

Janey nodded eagerly, "Yes! Please Miss Z... do it to me?" The girl's eyes dropped to the large dildo and then pleadingly up to Zoey's eyes. 

"Alright... here... lick it's tip some, suck on it like it's a real cock..." She offered it to the girl who obeyed instantly. "That's good, a little more..." she kept Janey licking the instrument until it was shiny with saliva. Only then did she take it away and place it at Janey's folds. 

Zoey began by rubbing it along the girl's sex. Her own spit made it slippery enough that it glided along until Janey was wet enough naturally. Then without a word Zoey aimed the fat head of the cock like instrument at Janey's pussy and pushed it in. Janey gave a little scream of surprise at being stretched and filled with the large thing.

Zoey gave Janey little time to get used to the intrusion before she was pushing the length of that fake cock into the young girl's pussy. It was pushed in until she met resistance which meant her entire sex was filled with the thing. Zoey left it there and moved over the younger woman. A sweet kiss to the girl's left breast and then another to the right. Both breasts on that chest were heaving with effort to try to catch a breath after the experience of being impaled on that dildo.

"Just relax." Zoey whispered in Janey's ear while pressing her body down along the young woman's. Large breasts pressed to small ones, hips to hips. Zoey licked along the shell of Janey's ear then moved her mouth over the other woman's. With her lips parted Zoey kissed Janey giving her a deep thrust of her tongue into her mouth. Zoey rolled her hips pressing her mound onto Janey's in a rhythm much like fucking would do. 

Janey began to writhe and moan under the older woman. Zoey kept the kissing hot and demanding while ignoring the large dildo lodged deep into the other girl's pussy. Zoey tortured Janey with rubbing their breasts together, nipples rolling over nipples. When Janey was breathing hard and sweating against her skin Zoey lifted up. Janey's eyes were wild with lust, her body doing it's best to try to get that dildo to move inside of her. Zoey was proud of how Janey had always obeyed the rule of not using her hands. Janey's case was special in that she needed to be dominated and so Zoey had instituted a rule that she could never grab or touch Zoey without permission.

Zoey raked her body along the thin young woman's as she moved back down between her legs. That dildo was grasped and roughly yanked almost all the way out. Janey yelped but then screamed when Zoey thrust it back in. There was no chance to breathe as Zoey kept that fake cock ramming inside of Janey's pussy, stretching it and getting it raw. 

After a while of this rough fucking Janey was nearly out of her mind with pleasure. "Cum for me now darling." Zoey demanded and rammed that cock into Janey's pussy. Janey came with a scream as her body went ridged, back arched, eyes rolled back. Zoey kept the dildo moving inside of Janey the entire time to prolong the orgasmic pleasure. 

When Miss Z finally stopped and pulled the instrument out of her pussy Janey cried out partly in relief and partly in disappointment. "That's all for today. Next week I'll put you in a group work out." 

Janey's head popped up, eyes wide at that announcement. A group workout? With Miss Z's definition of workout, Janey's imagination went wild.